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The Wingless Fairy
By Wynter O'Reilly
Eiry gazed around as Derian set her down on a bed. The
room surrounding them was black marble, blood red curtains hung separating
Derian stood before her his black eyes taking in every inch
of her being. After a moment, he asked, “What are you?”
the lump of fear in her throat. “I was an Ice Fairy
“Was? How did you
lose your wings?”
He smiled and actually
laughed. “My pets enjoy having fun at the expense of others.”
heart quickened it’s already fast pace. His pets? The creatures had held her
down and tortuously cut her beautiful wings from her. Leaving her this shell.
Fear iced over into anger and rage.
Launching herself from the bed
she attacked him with all she had. Still laughing he caught her, pinning her
to him. Her small fists did nothing so she slapped him. The sound resonated
throughout the room.
Derian let go of her suddenly and she stumbled
falling to the floor. He’d stopped laughing but grinned down at her rubbing
the cheek she’d slapped.
“So a fairy doesn’t lose all their powers
with their wings.”
Eiry swallowed, trying to rid herself of the fear
that had returned and balled in her throat. Something flashed in the Gods
dark eyes, but was gone before she could grasp what it was. Kneeling down he
took her chin in his hand making her look at him.
“I’m going to teach
you how to find pleasure in pain, my little wingless fairy.”
go of her chin, he scooped her up in his arms and gently laid her back on the
bed. Slipping his hand under her robe he caressed one of her breasts. She
gasped but didn’t pull away.
“Let your lessons begin.” He pinched her
nipple applying pressure till she whimpered.
Eiry gazed up into his
hard black eyes. The sensation of his hand on her chest was new. It warmed
her to her core. She shifted, as he continued to pinch and tug at her
nipples. His other hand slid down between her thighs. A moan found its way
out of her mouth as he began to stroke the soft skin there.
She nodded. Grinning he gave her nipple a sharp, yet
not unpleasant tug. “Yes Master.”
“Yes Master.” She repeated, as his
fingers pinched the small bud between her lips. She moaned, her hips arching
He leaned toward her, placing his mouth on her breast. He
suckled it, as his fingers strayed lower brushing her opening. Suddenly he
bit down hard on her nipple, causing her to cry out as pain radiated out. It
only lasted a moment, as he then laved the area with his tongue.
found the sensations confusing, painful and pleasurable at the same time. His
finger touched her entrance. She gasped and tried not to jerk away.
He pressed slightly, and Eiry found herself opening to him. Her body
stretching to accommodate his finger.
Derian pulled his mouth from
her breast and removed his finger.
Looking up she wondered if he was
done with her. If perhaps she hadn’t pleased him and he would be rid of her.
She found his clothing had disappeared. He kneeled on the bed between her
legs. “You have never had a man.”
It really wasn’t a question but Eiry
replied, “No, Master.”
Placing each of her legs over his shoulders.
He asked, “Why not, you’re of age?”
“I…” She forgot what she was going
to say as his tongue flicked a crossed her clit. Closing her eyes she tried
to focus on his question. “I was part of the Seasons. We are not allowed…”
Her words trailed off into a moan.
His tongue danced down to her
entrance, then plunged inside. Eiry gasped as her hips arched on their own
accord. She didn’t know what he was doing to her. Her body felt strange as if
something was building.
Eiry groaned, as Derian slid her back down to
the bed. “I think you’re ready.”
He didn’t give her time to think on
his words. She felt the head of his member enter her. When she tried to pull
back, he held her hips and thrust. A painful tearing had Eiry crying out, yet
it only lasted a moment. The full feeling it left behind was more good than
bad. She clutched the blankets as he thrust in and out of her. Bring back the
feeling of being so close to something… then her world exploded. Tiny lights
dance behind her closed eyelids. Her muscles spasmed, squeezing on him. For a
moment he paused then returned to moving within her. His pace quickened,
causing her body to writher and thrash as she cried out. Finally he stopped
buried deep in her. He groaned and sighed.
For a long moment neither
moved. Eiry’s body was a mass of twitching, spasming muscles.
Derian removed himself from her. Smoothing her hair back he kissed her
temple. “I was right about you.”
He smiled when she gave him a
confused look. Lifting her into his arms again, he carried her through the
curtain into the next room, which was a bathing room. Dark marble decorated
this room as well. In the center was a deep pool. Over it was an opening in
the ceiling letting in sunlight.
Derian carried her over and waded
into the pool. Warm water lapped at her as he walked to a small ledge jutting
from the side of the pool and sat down keeping her on his lap.
are your rooms, this one will become whatever you need or want.” His hands
ran over her breasts and down between her thighs as he spoke.
strange how she had gone from being afraid, angry and ready for death to
feeling … sated.
About Wynter O'Reilly
Wynter O'Reilly lives in the
Adirondack Mountains with her husband and mutt Hemi. She spends most her free
time writing or reading, when not doing either of those she spends her time
outdoors hiking, kayaking or various other actives. Wynter's love of books is
what inspired her to start writing and with her active, some times over
active, imagination it seemed like a good outlet.
Books by Wynter O'Reilly
Eiry, an icy fairy, had her wings savagely ripped from her leaving her
almost powerless.Alone and powerless she is slated to become a sacrifice, but
is saved at the last moment by Derian God of Lust and Pain.He makes Eiry his
pleasure slave, teaching her in the ways of passion. Till Airyana, a creator
Goddess, finds out and starts causing problems.Will Derian be able to keep
his wingless fairy?
Ian, divorcé and single dad, isn’t looking for love. But his son, Randy,
thinks it’s about time. Randy invites his new teacher Ms. McBain over for
dinner. Little does he know she was his dad’s high school sweet heart. When
Taylor returned home she expected to run into her ex, especially when his son
was in her third grade class, but not invited over for dinner.
that old flame be rekindled or will the sparks fly?
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