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A lengthy discussion ensued and plans were made, but Royce was worried because she had gotten visions of Pestale, and in those visions he had been pleased with whatever it was that he had accomplished. She kept this to herself, for these visions were not written in stone. Things could change.
Afterwards, Aaibhe and Chance’s father began chatting quietly together. As Chance looked their way, he shook his head and whispered to Royce, “What is yer queen doing, flirting up my da?”
“I have the same question for you. What is your da doing, flirting with my queen?”
“I know he has always rather … admired her, and then after we fought the Dark Fae and Gais with Z and Dante last week, I saw the two of them in conversation, but this, lass—what is this?”
“I’m so hungry,” Royce answered, avoiding the question as she took up a plate and piled it high with eggs and potatoes and ketchup.
“Do ye put ketchup on everything?” Chance asked, eyeing her plateful that rivaled the size of his own.
“Yes, I acquired the taste when I met and stayed with a human family for a while.” She sighed. “I met them quite by chance when I was feeling particularly low. They needed a nanny … I helped them till they found one. I miss them—especially David.”
He chuckled and touched her nose. “You never cease to amaze me, lass …” He glanced at his father laughing and chatting up the Queen of the Seelie Fae and shook his head. “What the bloody hell is going on there?”
“Leave it alone—leave them alone. Your father is smiling, and my queen is very nearly acting like a schoolgirl. I like it,” Royce answered and plopped a forkful of potatoes into her mouth. “These are sooo good.”
Their meal was done, but as his father and the queen seemed steeped in conversation, Chance grinned and took Royce’s hand. “Come on … I want to show you one of my favorite spots in Dravo.” And without another word, he shifted them, but not before she grabbed a banana off the sideboard serving table.
They arrived at the peak of a green and tall mountain, tropical in its lush vegetation, palms, and colorful birds. It so reminded Royce of Faery.
He took her to the edge, and from that cliff they looked down at the valley. The view was mesmerizing.
“Isn’t this beautiful?” he whispered.
“Oh Chance—so incredibly lovely … yes, beautiful. Did the Milesians create Dravo?”
“Not in the sense your queen and Council created the Isles of Tir.” He grinned at her and kissed her fingers. “Faery was a dimension your queen and Council thought up and made almost as a small copy of Danu.” He shook his head. “We didn’t have quite that kind of power in those days. We were new to it all, but we understood that as immortals we simply could not as a nation manage amongst the humans—we no longer were human …” He sighed. “We went searching about for a dimension that could conform to our needs. And we discovered this lovely Realm. We called it Dravo, for m’mother’s maiden name. When we arrived here it was completely overgrown, and the only wildlife of any size were monkeys and tropical bird life. It was an easy enough task to bring in animals from the Human Realm and tame the land to suit our needs …”
He turned to her and stared at the peeled banana she had just put to her mouth. “Och lass, do ye know what ye do to me? By all that is, there are things I want to do to you … and if you like … you can have one more … lick of that banana before I spread it in places on yer body where I mean to nibble …”
She took a hurried bite of the banana, even as he slipped the straps of her summer dress off her bare shoulders. His moan of pleasure circled her heart and sped through her body, getting her hot and filling her with uncontrollable need.
“The feel of yer skin drives me wild …” He pulled her dress below her breasts and growled low in his throat as he cupped them. Then he bent his head to lick and suckle at her hard, yearning nipples.
Her head went back, and her body automatically pressed into his. She waited for him to take off her dress, but instead, his hands went under it and grabbed her butt as he said, “Take this pretty dress off. I want to see it drop to the ground at yer ankles. Let me look at you—here on m’mountain.” He stepped back to watch the show.
She eyed him saucily and did what he asked but asked, “And how many others have you brought here …?”
His nose formed a sneer, but it was one of passion. “No other, lass—ye be the first, and ye be the last …”
His eyes devoured her, and then he brought her in for that kiss that took and gave as his velvet tongue tangoed with hers. Tasting him sent her over the edge of passion. He was delicious. His words were thrilling. His touch sent shivers of lust through her. She wanted the moment to go on forever, but she was hungry for more of him, more moments.
He broke away from his kiss and held her naked, trim waist with his hands. His voice was low and husky as he murmured, “Now these lace things …” he pulled at her black lace thong. “Throw it aside … slowly. I don’t want anything covering that pretty little flaming nest of yers …” As he spoke he blinked off his clothes and stood in his sandals with his cock at attention and dripping with anticipation.
He is so damn sexy, she thought as she licked her lips and bent to remove the lace. Suddenly, and before she could finish, he turned feral and wild, taking the thong from her and flinging it aside with a low, hungry sound in his throat.
He went to his knees, and his eyes were dark with desire as he looked up and cupped her breasts. He was primal … she responded in kind and did a little grind towards his face. He grabbed her butt with one large hand, and with the other he dove a finger into the cleft between her thighs and played there until she squirmed with pleasure. Just as she thought she would explode, he withdrew his finger and began nibbling and licking, suckling at her lips and nub, and then she called out his name as he brought her to a rocketing explosion.
Before the shudders had ended he had taken the b
anana that had been dangling from her hand. He gently mashed it against her belly and then filled the cleft between her thighs. She groaned with the unexpected new sensation, but he was already pulling her down onto the blanket he had produced with a thought.
She lay back looking at him, never wanting to forget this time as he lifted up her knees and began eating the banana from her cleft. He licked, nibbled, and then surprised her by positioning his cock and shoving it inside only to withdraw it. He pulled her up by her elbows into sitting position and whispered, “Lick the tasty banana from my cock … lass … lick it now … taste us …”
She took the head of his huge dick and began sucking it, fisting it, and jerking it off in her mouth and marveling at his stamina, when she suddenly felt herself climaxing again. Her shudders went through her almost violently, and she held onto him. Even as she still trembled with ecstasy, he had her in his arms, turned her round, placed her on her hands and knees, and rammed into her hard, reveling in the sounds of pleasure that she made.
“Och lass—ye drive me wild … wild …” he groaned as she pumped backwards into him. He bent over her and felt her go off once again even as he released his seed. He groaned her name over and over. “Royce … m’own wee lass … och Royce … ye were made for me.”
