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"Nor I, the seelie scourge,"Elrik rushed to sneer.
Sibil and Una were in agreement, too. None of the high lords and low monarchs could be trusted. And so they came to the untamed lands and asked every creature there who was the wisest amongst them.
Morrigan was plucked from the woods and brought by sails right to the divine gates, deep in the sea, between the seelie and unseelie shores.
Blood was spilled in the water, hers and hers, blended together along with spells, curses and a single promise.
She would exist to protect Ilvaris, from within and without. She would be wise. She would be impartial.She would be their high queen, and her blood would forever keep those gates closed.
The Hollow rose beneath the boat, crafted by their wish. And for five thousand years, there was nothing.
Then she, too, grew bored.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
THE MOST ANNOYING FAE ALIVE
Darina
I have the naughtiest, most amazing of wet dreams, and I moan into my pillow, feeling absolutely fucking fabulous. I can't remember much about it, but my thighs are drenched, my core's on fire, and I don't want it to end.
Yes. Right there.
A chuckle right against my skin gets me to blink and sit up a little, just in time to see my legs parted, and a head of dark, blue-black hair buried deep between them.
Oh, wow. I've never been a morning person, but with this kind of wake-up call on a regular basis, I could be converted.
Ryther crawls on top of me, lifting one of my thighs over his bare shoulder."Why, good morning, queenling."
He's entirely naked, and gorgeous as ever. My eyes immediately fall on that cock, which is indubitably the most impressive part of him, despite the fact that he has the face of an angel —the fallen, naughty kind.
"Morni—argh," I rasp, as his tip presses at my entrance, sinking into my wet folds.
Yep, that's it. No other form of alarm clock will be accepted in the future.
Ryther proceeds to fuck me into oblivion, with deep, long thrusts that have me scratching his back, his shoulders and his ass at first, then those harsh, fast, purposeful ones I remember from yesterday.
"Does my queen want to come, huh?" he teases me.
"Yes. Oh god, yes!"
He's so fucking good at this, his endurance, strength, the size of his cock, his very smell making me lose my bloody mind.
"Then ask for it." He soon thinks better of that. "Beg for it."
"Fucking bastard." I should have known he'd take advantage.
"My dear old dead father would likely agree," he snorts, pausing his movement, still buried inside me. "Beg or I stop."
"Don't you dare!"
He chuckles and starts to withdraw, like the absolute fucking dick he is.I kick my leg off his shoulder and bring it around his waist, hooking it with my other one to capture him between my thighs.
"Oh, are we playing this game now?" he growls. "You want to see who'll dominate whom, huh?"
"I want to be fucked properly," I snap back. "If you're not man enough for the job, happy to get it done myself though."
On that note, I lift my hips up and impale myself back on his cock. I sway them in and out, while he watches with a knowing grin.
