Blissa hadn’t been sure what she’d planned to do, but she’d left the castle, ran straight to the Crystal Pond and out into the kingdom of men.
She wandered through the village and saw a caravan of what looked to be royal guardsmen making their way through town. They had regal crests on their clothing, and though Blissa hadn’t been in the human kingdom much, she had read of some of their traits in library books. Royal crests were common here, though her own family had none. Not the way these people did. Her father was a water fairy, so they had many streams and brooks around and many of the portraits painted in his honor contained gorgeous plumes of water, but no crest.
His sister and her aunt, Radella, had borne the mark of two gifts — fire and love. The two complemented each other on some level. Love was about nothing more than heat between two people, wasn’t it? At least in the beginning, there was supposed to be fire. That burning desire she felt for Edmund when he was near.
She followed the guards, and by the time she reached the castle on their heels, night had fallen. The moon was out, a harvest moon that was low and bright in the sky. Fairy lore said harvest moons brought good tidings. They were a perfect evening for fairies tasked with caring for humans to grant wishes.
She wasn’t tasked with humans, but she wanted desperately to find one human: Edmund.
She was standing in the glow of the moonlight when she heard her name called. She turned to see Edmund a few paces behind her, having come from one of the outer buildings near the castle. He smiled wide and she ran to him, wrapping her arms around him.
* * *
Edmund had brought her into the castle and took her back to his private chamber. It seemed opulent, with many of the furnishings a royal red and trimmed in gold. The shine was interesting to her, though not necessarily appealing. As he set her on a chaise and offered her a glass of cider, he asked her what was the matter.
“My father has said we can’t be together,” Blissa said, abruptly.
“Give him time,” Edmund said. “And he hasn’t met me. Perhaps I can change his mind.”
“It’s not that,” she said, taking his hand, as he kneeled before her. “He doesn’t know everything about you, but he does know that I am the princess and it wouldn’t be right to rescind a law just so I can be with someone. Nor is it right to rescind a law when it looks like that’s the reason you’re rescinding it.”
Edmund sighed and thought on it for a moment. “Your father may be right,” he said finally. “It would seem to his people that he did it for selfish reasons if you were to bring me home.”
He reached up and stroked her cheek. “Don’t fret,” he said. The hand on her cheek felt warm and feathery light. She leaned into his touch, relishing its warmth.
Edmund smiled and then reached up and kissed her lips, and she melted into him. She didn’t care about the law or the rules, she just wanted to be with Edmund. Her hands stroked his soft, silky hair, and he breathed into her clavicle. Her entire body trembled with that exhale of warm heat.
She looked into his eyes, and there was nothing but flame and desire in them. His was clear and persistent, but reflected in his eyes was her own desire, her own yearning to feel every piece of him. Blissa slid her hands under his shirt, and felt his thick strong abdomen. He moaned at her touch, a thick, primal sound that made Blissa’s insides moisten.
Edmund seemed to need no other indication than this, for he stood, then hoisted Blissa into his arms, the swift motion almost dizzying her, and carried her to the large bed in his room. He laid her before him, on the bed, and looked down on her with lust-filled eyes. She could hear his gentle breaths as he watched her, and then he climbed atop her, still full dressed, and leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“I want you Blissa, perhaps as no other man has wanted a woman,” he said, his breathing labored. “If you don’t want me, tell me now, for I can’t stop myself if I start.”
His words were a strangled plea, and she remembered the decree, the one she was breaking. He was human and had felt the heat of the fairy. He would take her, strong and fierce, and he was right that if he started, he wouldn’t stop. But she didn’t want him to stop. Not now, not ever. She met his lips and his kiss was hot and spicy.
His hands pawed at the thin fabric of her dress, which he tore from her body with little effort. His mouth traced her curvy body, his tongue gliding slowly down the delicate places, her neck, across her breast, down her abdomen. She shivered beneath him, her insides quaking for him. Only, he was fully clothed.
A flick of her wrist, and his clothes zoomed away, leaving him completely bare. He paused, pulling his face from Blissa and grinned. “You are amazing,” he said, a voice of awe.
She looked at his glorious naked body, all rippling muscles, and a long, hard length ready for action, and she whispered, “No, you are amazing.”
With that, he slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers caressing the inside of her thigh and then the slowly peeking into her wetness. He stroked her insides with a thick digit, lining her lower lips, and plucking her clit, making her squirm.
She wanted to feel deep inside her, and it was as if they had become emotionally in sync, for she felt a surge of uncontrollable passion issue forth from him and he pushed her legs wide apart, and inserted his rigid length into her. She gasped as she felt the massive wad of thick flesh emerge deep inside her.
“Oh, Edmund,” she breathed out, barely able to contain herself, and wishing he wouldn’t contain himself.
He began his motion, slow and steady but with subtle strength. He pushed deep inside her, and she grabbed his ass, those two pert cheeks and squeezed them tight as he thrust. Deeper, harder, faster. He leaned in and kissed her neck, and her body quaked. She closed her eyes just to enjoy the quavering sensation as he melted her insides.
His mouth left her neck and she heard him say, “Open your eyes.” She did, and he was mesmerizing as he looked down at her, his eyes unyielding, his mouth a line as he worked his human magic on her. “You are mine,” he said, and she knew it was true.
She was his and no one else’s. She wanted him and no one else. He quickened his pace, and he somehow felt more powerful, more in control. His eyes never left hers. “You are like heaven,” he said, a smile forming on his lips.
Blissa wrapped her legs around him, clenching him toward her as he offered monstrous thrusts that left her quaking, her entire body a trembling pool beneath him. He thrust once more, twice more and then gave a last push that sent waves of joy through her, then he leaned forward, and kissed her, one full of fire, and then lay down next to her.
Her breath was still labored, as she was fatigued from their romp, “Edmund,” she said. “You make me so happy,” she said, wrapping an arm around him.
He grinned back at her, lifting her hand and kissing it. “You make me happier, Blissa,” he said. “You have no idea how happy you make me.”
She frowned. “But it’s forbidden,” she said, then shook her head. “Only, it shouldn’t be. What we just did shouldn’t be forbidden.”
Edmund tipped his head back, closed his eyes. “You know, I feel so strong now. Part of me wants to simply tell you that you’re right, to storm into your realm and tell your father that I will have you or I will have his head.”
Blissa’s eyes widened, and she started to sit up.
Edmund opened his eyes and shook his head. “I said part of me, Blissa. I won’t do it. I recognize too well that this must be what my father felt. It must be part of your charm, but I don’t want war with anyone, and certainly not your father. What happened between us shouldn’t be the end,” he said. “If I can resist the urge to conquer now that I have conquered your heart, than I assure you, we can find a way to be together.”