Chapter 14 #3
Her stomach trembles under my seeking stare.
"No."
"Wasn't a question, Queenie. If one had, he'd never let you go."
Arden whimpers. Her hands lift, seeking me.
"Finn."
"Gods, you're beautiful. I—fuck, I'm going to come in my pants."
I adjust myself with a rough squeeze of my palm atop my errant erection. I grind it firmly into the grass, trying my very best to ignore its demands. I fall forward atop her body. Snagging her lips in a searing kiss, before my mouth travels lower.
Cupping her left breast in one hand, I lick over her other nipple.
My mouth waters as I feast on her flesh. Nipping and sucking, I devour her completely. Arden keens, tossing her head back and hooking her legs over my hips.
Our bare skin slides against each other. She feels like life. We fit together perfectly as if, despite the impossibility of it, we were always meant to be here.
"You taste sweet," I growl against her breast. "Too sweet."
"Finn.” I love the way she whines my name. “It feels so good. I didn't know I could feel like this."
I release her nipple with a pop.
"You haven't felt anything yet. Wait until I get my tongue on your gorgeous cunt."
"Oh."
Her eyes are wide, but I'm not sure she can see me. They gloss over with lust.
Fingers thread through my hair as I kiss down her body. I lick into her navel before kissing across her hipbones. Her skin is hot beneath my lips. Arden’s breathy moans are music to my ears. Everything about the Queen is decadent.
Spearing my nose into the soft hair atop her pussy, I inhale her heady scent from the source.
"I'm going to make a mess of you," I vow.
"Please, Finn. I need—I don't know what I need."
A growl permeates my chest as I bury my nose against her.
"Me. All you've ever needed was me."
Arden nods, eyes turning heavy.
"You're my missing piece," she whimpers.
Gods, if only things could stay this way. Everything is perfect. I've never felt more at peace in my life.
Adventures and treasures mean nothing to me with Arden laid out before me like a feast. She is naked and desperate. Her hips lift in silent invitation for my mouth. She may be new to the pleasures of the flesh, but my Queen knows how to demand what she wants.
How will I ever manage to leave her? Do I even want to?
That question is too dangerous to consider right now.
"Need to feast on my Queen's pussy. It's dripping for me."
Arden screams as I tease her slit with the firm tip of my tongue. Guiding her legs over my shoulders, I hook her hips in my hands. Pulling her forward, I hold her glistening wetness to my face.
The taste of her is sweeter than any wine or honey.
Arden is hot and wet and all mine. I could dine every day between her thighs and never grow bored.
I commit her flavor to memory. Her thighs tighten against my cheeks.
Arden whimpers, the sight of her desperate state more alluring than a siren’s song.
I taste her again with a broad swipe of my tongue.
Her sweetness sinks into me as I part her. My tongue dives between her soft folds. She shudders again, writhing against my face. With a smirk, I know just what my Queen needs.
I wrap my lips around her needy clit. Sucking hard, I watch her reaction to gauge what’s most pleasurable to her. Arden lurches from the ground with a deep moan. Sounds of pleasure fall from her kiss-swollen lips.
Her blunt nails dig into my scalp as she holds me firmly. Her hips canter, grinding against my face as she chases her pleasure.
Slipping my tongue into her entrance, pleasure pounds through me. I snarl as my hips snap forward and spend into the fabric. I shudder with the force of my climax. The power of it as well as the swiftness, makes my breath catch.
Black stars dot my vision as fire encases my skin. I grunt, rutting against the ground as my seed soaks the grass.
"Finn?"
Arden's voice is rough with pleasure. She’s no doubt wondering why I’ve stopped and shaking violently. When was the last time I came in my pants? I can’t recall. Arden doesn’t even need to pleasure me to make me spend.
The power she wields over me grows with every passing moment.
"Are you alright?" she asks
"Fine, Queenie," I groan. "The taste of your tight pussy just made me come."
"Oh. Oh." Her smile is pure innocence, and my cock hardens once more. "I like that I can do that to you."
"You're the only one who can. I usually have more control than this."
"I want you unleashed, Finn."
My beast snaps its teeth in agreement, but I shove it away.
My goal is the same. I need to make her come as hard as I just did. I push into her delicious tightness again. Her flavor spreads along my tongue. I greedily drink her down. The sloppy, wet sounds her pussy makes are a beautiful symphony.
The meadow hums with life. The hooting of owls and scurrying of rabbits are broken up by Arden's moans. Her feet press into my back as I taste her from top to bottom.
"Finn. More, please."
How can I deny such a perfect plea?
"Do you want my fingers, Queenie? Tell me."
Arden nods. Color spreads along her chest and darkens the top of her knees. One hand falls to her breasts, roughly shaping it and teasing her nipple.
"Use your words," I command.
"Please, put your fingers inside me," she pants. "I want it."
Another spray of seed leaks from my limp cock. Gods, this female—
"There's my good little Queen."
I suck two fingers into my mouth. Once they are wet with my saliva, I spit down onto her cunt. Moisture slips between her folds before collecting at her entrance. Arden throws her head back, opening her thighs even wider for my invasion.
The last time I was with a virgin, I was one.
I take care not to press too deeply with my fingers. I hook them just inside her entrance. My mouth waters at how tightly she grips me. I have to feel her on my cock. Choking it with her velvety softness. She grips me tighter than a fist.
When I add the second finger, her eyes roll back.
"Finn, oh Spirits, I—I—"
"Are you going to come, Queenie? Soak my hand and face in your sweetness?"
"Yes. Lick me again, Finn,” she orders, ever the prim and proper Queen.
I can’t wait to see what she looks like when she finds her peak.
"As you wish, my Queen."
I pump her roughly with my fingers. Her toes curl along my spine as my lips wrap around her clit. I nibble and suck on the small bud. I scissor my hand inside her until she's panting.
Her delicate stomach muscles begin to coil. Her hips slide on the grass, fucking herself on my hand. Sweet moans slip from her lips as I suck her harder.
Slipping the tip of my third finger inside her, the Queen erupts.
Birds scatter as she screams my name. Her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers. I'm almost certain she's broken them. I lick her through her climax. Arden’s beautiful face is twisted with body-shaking pleasure.
Wonder fills her verdant eyes. She is more vibrant than a sprawling meadow. Arden looks at me as if she’s never seen me before. Her pleasure makes my heart race and my cock flare to life.
I want to savor this moment as much as her delicious come.
Removing my hand, I feast on her entrance, tasting every drop of her pleasure. Once she and my fingers are clean, I prowl up her shuddering body.
I kiss every inch of her as I go until I reach her mouth. She moans as I share her taste. My hands trail over her side as I curl her into me. The night turns quiet save for her soft breaths. I kiss her sweaty forehead.
"How was that? Did I please you, my Queen?"
Arden releases a sharp breath. The way she's looking at me makes my chest ache. It is as if I'm the only thing in the world. It is a heady feeling, one I feed to my beast who devours it with relish.
"I don't have the words. It was beyond anything I've ever felt."
My pride joins us in the clearing, nestling into her other side. I roll her into my chest, tucking her firmly against me as if I can trap us in this perfect moment.
"I can die happy now, Queenie. Making you come was the greatest achievement of my life."
Arden cups my cheek. Her eyes are serious as they beam up at me.
"You aren't going to die. As your Queen, I forbid it."
I'll always do as she commands me, but there are some things even the Fairy Queen can't stop. If death comes for me tomorrow, I will greet it with a smile and Arden's pleasure on my tongue.
I kiss her lips, savoring their fullness as sleep beckons.
"Rest," I say. "Dawn will be here soon."
Pressing a kiss to my chest, Arden burrows under my chin. She fits me as if we are two halves finally making a whole. The determination in her gaze warms my racing heart. She is fierce, my lovely Queen.
Dying for her will be no burden at all.
All my life, I've been searching for a purpose. For belonging. Finding the fairy portal, I thought it would solve all the restless feelings that have festered inside me for years. With the ending of my curse, closer than ever before, I realize that's not what I've been looking for.
It was not gold, jewels, or adventures that cemented my legacy as a prolific treasure hunter. It was not answers to why I was different or where I came from. This whole time, I was searching for something far more important.
The one thing that has changed everything. What I wanted before no longer matters. I’ve found what I’ve been searching for.
Her. The beautiful, selfless Queen who smiles in her sleep.
For the first time in my life, I know what true peace feels like. And I'll do anything to keep it.