Her Fae Lovers

Puca caught Lola in his arms as Erik pushed her into the cell. Glaring at the unseelie king and seelie queen as the locked clicked shut.

“He won’t be a problem much longer.” Erik said as he straightened his shirt, his features returning to normal. Taking a deep breath, he smiled softly at Lola, “Be glad I’m giving you this time. Not many would get it. If you had just agreed with me…” He said, trailing off as he pressed his lips together.

“What a pity.” Callie pouted as she eyed the two. “He did have a choice, and he chose to stay with her. She reminds me so much of her mother, that spirit that she has.”

“That she does. Why don’t you join me for a drink?” Erik said, turning away from them. Callie took a moment to watch the tender way that Puca held Lola in his arms. She bit her lower lip, pressing her hands together as she moved to follow Erik.

Puca looked down at Lola. She was shaking in his arms. Her red eyes glassy and filled with need as she looked up at him. He pressed his lips together. Leaning down, he breathed her in. Smelling the tea she had been given, he let out a low growl.

“I’m sorry Lola, sorry I couldn’t protect you.” His words were barely a whisper as he leaned his forehead against hers, letting his eyes slip closed as he felt the gentle tendrils of her magic pulling him under.

“Don’t be Puca,” Lola said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She could feel the tension in his muscles as he fought to control himself. His warm breath moved over her skin and she closed her eyes. Waiting for his lips to press against hers. Trying to stamp down the pulse of heat that swept through her, stronger this time now that she was in his arms.

This wasn’t right, it wasn’t how she had wanted to be with Puca. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but whatever Erik had given her had worked.

“Puca.” She sobbed as she opened her eyes. Not wanting to give in, but she could feel sparks moving along her skin. Feeling the need for him coiling through her body stronger than it had any other time. “Please.”

“I can’t.” He whispered, not opening his eyes. He didn’t want to see the need that mirrored his own. Dragging his hand up her back, he cradled the back of her head as he breathed her in. His nose skimming along her skin as he trembled.

Lola repeated his name as she leaned up on her toes. Closing her eyes as he drew closer to her lips, her breath coming in short pants as his lips met hers.

Fingers tangled themselves beneath her bun as he moaned against her lips. His other hand moving to her hip to pull her body flush against his.

Lola’s hands moved up the back of his shirt, tracing the sharp muscles in his back with her hands. Nails scratching at his skin, making him shudder.

Both of them knew this wasn’t the time or place for this, and it wasn’t how Puca had wanted things. Her powers moved over him, he knew there was nothing he could do to fight the desire that moved along his skin. Sinking into him, pulling him under like the currents of the Merrow’s beloved ocean.

Tasting and teasing, promising him of things that were to come. He moaned when her tongue moved over his. Kissing Lola was something he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of.

Lola dug her nails into the skin of his back as she pulled his shirt up his back until she reached the skin. Leaning back to pull it off of him and dropping it to the ground as he made quick work of her sundress. He pulled back, finally opening his eyes to look at her.

Watching the way her breasts moved, encased in the peach-colored lace material of her bra, down to the thin scrap of fabric that hid the neatly trimmed tight curls that covered her sex. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans as she ran her hands along the waistband of his jeans. Needy and desperate as her fingers shook as she gently touched him.

He moaned her name out. She was going much too slow for him. With her light teasing touches, he needed more. With a growl that struck something primal in Lola, he lifted her up. Her legs encircling his waist as he walked them back against the far wall of the cage, away from the iron bars.

Lola moaned at the rough texture of the wall combined with Puca’s desperate kisses. Desire flowed through stronger now, and she gripped his shoulders. Rocking herself against his hard length, needing more from him.

Puca’s hand slipped between their bodies as he kept her pinned in place. He popped open the button on his jeans and pulled zipper down, freeing his aching cock.

Lola panted as he pressed his cock against the damp fabric of her panties.

Whimpered at the sound he made low in the back of his throat, “Go halainn, you’re so wet. Losgadh mi le do theas.” He nipped at her collar bone, teeth, lips and tongue trailing over her skin. The sounds she made, feeding into his need. Making him want to pound her against the wall.

“Please.” Lola panted, she couldn’t think. Words were becoming harder to form as he teased her clit through her panties with his fingers. “Plese, I need you.”

His fingers hooked into the crotch of the fabric, pulling sharply as he ripped them from her body. Puca moved his fingers through her folds, smiling as she bucked her hips.

“I plan to savor this time with you.” He said, pressing two of his fingers into her tight wet heat. He didn’t want to tell her that he was afraid he wouldn’t survive their time together. Didn’t want her to feel guilty over something that neither of them could control.

He was already under her spell. Her magic wrapping around him, caressing him. Feeding into his own need, just as it looped into hers.

His thumb moved to her engorged clitoris as he circled the bundle of nerves. Pulling back to watch her as he added another finger. Her eyes were screwed shut as she panted his name.

Lola panted as she fucked his fingers. She could already feel her body pulling from his life essence. He leaned in to kiss her. She turned her head to the side. Hoping that if she didn’t kiss him, they would have longer together.

His hand moved to her chin, his thumb caressing her lips as she felt her inner walls fluttering around his fingers.

Lola took his thumb in her mouth, sucking on the digit as his other hand moved faster. She dragged her nails over his shoulders, watching as his eyes slipped closed and his lip curled into a snarl.

The sound made her body tighten as her orgasm swept over her and she let out a sob. It was wonderful, but she knew that they were far from done as he moved his finger from her body. His eyes meeting hers as he pressed the head of his cock against her pulsing sex.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.