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Kinky Faeries with a Taste for B&D! Siddella, Thief of the Low Court of Erotic Fantasy Romance with BondageFaery, discovers she’s stolen something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class. Crashing a party, she doesn’t realize that the Black Angus, Faery’s legendary guards are present. With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears the Black Angus will find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole. Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing the damage computers and technology have done to Faery. Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery but to his heart. Can an thief who values freedom fall in love with a fierce fighter with a taste for chaining his lovers and then degrading them in every way he can imagine? Can the two them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than death? Or will her forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle? “A powerful look at domination!” -Sensual Romance Reviews

She screamed!  Just the way her name rolled off his tongue dripped with sex and promise of things more wicked than the kiss they shared earlier.

His lips curled upwards in a slow smile.  “You don’t realize you’re a little power source for me, do you?”

She put her hands up in protest, aware of the chain dangling between them.  “What are you talking about?”  She backed up; found her ass bumping against a wall.

Frika slid an arm around the back of her head and yanked her hair.

Gasping, her lips parted in response.  Her pulse sped.

He drew her in for a kiss.

She tried to bite the tongue filling her mouth but found her knees growing weak while it seemed like trillions of butterflies danced in her stomach.  Her heart shot into her throat.

He tasted her, flicking his tongue delicately along her lower lips before pressing his firm mouth against hers.

She let out a tiny mew and pressed her hands against the hardness of his chest.  The scent of Earth and dirt filled her senses along with masculine aromas that threatened to intoxicate her.

She tried to shove him off but his body remained a stone castle against the growing surge of arousal in her belly.

His mouth moved over hers, sweeping over her lips and pulling her from all thoughts of resistance.

Power flooded her body at the same time, forcing her to respond to the pent up lust within her.

Dampness coated her lower lips.  She tried to rub her thighs together and soothe the ache between her legs but he continued pressing his thigh into her, rubbing her clit.

She whined into his mouth.

Fingers threaded through her hair, tugging on her strands.  Teeth nibbled over her jaw and down the line of her neck.

Siddella moaned.

In the distance, she swore she heard something click but her mind was too distracted with the pop of buttons off her shirt to notice anything but Frika’s hands.

“I knew you were beautiful when I saw you,” he murmured against her slick skin.

Heat flushed her pale cheeks into a shade of pink.

Frika moved the shirt aside, freeing her breasts and binding her arms at her sides.  Taking a nipple into his mouth, he kissed and suckled the nub until she was the ache between her thighs grew painful.

Siddella struggled against him, unsure of what to do next.  She couldn’t move much, didn’t want to move more than to shred her clothing and give into the nature of her kind.

But he would be her first.

She’d avoided direct sexual intimacy with others, in favor of teasing and maintaining control in all scenarios. The Unseelie version of sex usually ended up with one or both parties bleeding profusely.  That looked too painful for her taste.

But Frika wasn’t giving her the option of avoidance.

His hard cock pressing against her thighs made her wet, brought out wanton desires she’d long ago buried.  She literally wanted to beg him for release, but that would bring out all her fears once again.

Unseelie sex almost always involved inflicting damage for the thrill of the endorphin rush.  The fae wanted to feel and needed the heat of hurt in order to counter the freezing temperatures and mechanized environment that was so far from their nature. It also involved blood.  Lots of blood.  Usually, if both parties weren’t drenched with blood, cut so badly that wounds would heal in days instead of hours due to typical magick, then there was no true satisfaction.

She’d seen her share of Unseelie sex.  A mistake early in her career taught her the painful truth.

But Frika’s mouth continued nuzzling her full breasts, sucking her flesh and pulling strangled moans from her.

Unconsciously, Siddella wriggled her hips against his.  The press of his hard erection against her made her squirm.

Popping more buttons from her top, Frika nuzzled her belly.  His murmured whispers sent shivers racing through her.  “I have an idea.”

Heat rose in her cheeks. Her mouth parted, hands clutched chains. Her eyes widened.  She looked up and saw her hands bound to the wooden frame she’d been backed against.  “What the hell?  Let me—oh Lord and Lady!”

The snap on her pants popped off.  The zipper slid down and strong hands held her hips in place while sliding the fabric down her thighs so slowly.

Siddella looked down to see Frika’s huge body kneel before her.  “What are you doing?”  She shook, rattling the chains above her head. “How did you get me like this?”  Panic set in.  Her nerves went on alert.  She began sweating with the pace of her heart beating loudly in her chest.  He was going to—

His tongue dipped between her folds.

Hands on both legs held her in place while he flicked the tip of her pussy lips with his thick, wet tongue.

He pulled another moan from her. 

She clenched her fists tighter around the chains holding her. A hand pressed against her pussy, two fingers sliding in knuckle deep.

“You’re so wet and tasty,” he muttered and dove in with his entire mouth, catching the tiny nub of her clit between his teeth.  He sucked.

She bucked against his face but his fingers dug in and held her against the wall.

She whimpered at the exotic feel of his tongue pressing against her clit.  Fingers pumped her pussy, ramping up her breathing into a frenzied pant.

The play of his tongue swirling over her, inside her, around one lip, inside and to the other built sensation inside her so tight she felt a spring tighten around her clit.

A sharp stab of pain shot through her.

Groaning, she almost didn’t care about being cut open.  Still, she opened her eyes and looked down to see the thick blonde mane of Frika’s hiding his face.

He sucked and licked, fucked with his fingers, pumping two thick digits into her.

Her hips undulated against him, the sweet sensation of pain and pleasure blending into bliss that had her heart rate up.  Siddella slammed her head against the wall, oblivious to the pain that would have normally hurt had it occurred in a fight.

“Please, no!” she whimpered again.  Louder, her words came in stuttered bursts from the sensations swelling within her.  He’d bite her soon and cause her pain!

She fought against the tide inside her but Frika wouldn’t let up.

Frika’s lips nuzzled her lips. “You taste so good but we’re going to make you remember this!”

She screamed, “NO!” Shaking her head back and forth, she begged, her outcries being ignored while Frika’s tongue worked her into an even higher frenzied state.

The springs around her clit multiplied and tightened until something inside her broke.  Suddenly she was awash in a glow of feelings so warm and inviting, her body felt lighter than air and her head spun.

She heard screaming.

Frika knelt beneath her and lapped up what looked like colorful juice, liquid from her core, sucking harder.

Her head swam in a sea so deep, so pure and beautiful like the land she heard stories about when Unseelie was pure magick.  Colors held a sensual aura to them, even Frika’s blonde hair appeared lighter despite his being a faery dog.

The darkness enveloping her body fed into her heart, her pussy, her body and filled her needs even as she struggled against her bonds.

After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes and saw Frika standing just before her with flames of passion dancing in his eyes.  She needed to refuse the next step in this game but couldn’t quite make herself say the words.

She opened her mouth and started to speak, her lower lip trembling when she saw him reach for his zipper.

He cocked an eyebrow.  “You’re a virgin?”

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red.  She couldn’t respond.

Turning her head away from him, she closed her eyes in shame even as the feel of post orgasmic glow held her.

“Looks like we need to play more before you take me inside you.”

Looking at the sizable bulge in his pants, she swallowed the lump in her throat. No way could she take his massive cock inside her.  The Black Angus were known in Unseelie for having demanding sex drives but that usually implied willing and experienced partners.

Weakly, she found her voice.  “How can you want a virgin? And how would you expect to slide that in me?

A wicked grin crossed those perfect lips.  His eyes darted across the room until they fell on an object.

Her eyes followed the line of his gaze.  “The wine bottle?  I don’t think so! No!” She shook against her bonds and screamed, “Let me go!  Let me down!”

She didn’t care if the Menace or Cyber-Fae caught her at this point.  He intended to fuck her with a huge wine bottle that had been sitting here for goddess knows how long!

He offered a sheepish grin. “You need restraint and to be eased into taking things like me inside you. And since I think we’re here for a while, why not have lots of sex?  Besides, it’ll keep both of us powered for when the grid drains you.”

He had a point.  The grid would drain her.  She wondered why he wasn’t affected but wasn’t going to ask yet. She had to play her cards right and get free so she could meet her contact, trade this information and get the fuck out of here.  “Ugh!”

He licked his lips.

She couldn’t tear her focus from the pink tongue that tasted her, deflowered her.

And now it made her blush.

With leather cuffs in hand, Frika clamped one around Siddella’s hand before freeing it.

She struggled against his grip but was no match for his strength. “Ugh, let me go!  I don’t want this!”

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He chuckled low, “sure you do. You’re a faery. You’re an odd one, but we all must give into our nature.”

Before she knew it, she stood on the cold concrete floor with her pants around her ankles and her hands bound again.

Frika lifted her up carefully and kicked off her pants, leaving her in boots and her torn shirt.

She writhed against him and tried to kick out.

He caught her foot and yanked her against him.

She slammed into his hips and pressure on her pussy caused another wave of tightening sensation to build inside her.

She screamed again!

Frika laughed, a low dangerous sound. Carrying her with one hand under her bare ass and the other around her upper body, she leaned against him.

Hating the feel of his large palms caressing her ass, she squirmed but was quickly set down on a padded bench.

Before she could react, Frika bound her arms above her head, exposing her breasts even more.

A shiver ran through her.

She lifted her hips up to kick out at him but his other hand slammed both her legs back down against the padded table.

In a matter of seconds, he had her spread open and secured.

Completely exposed, she winced when she saw his smile.

The smile lit up his amber eyes.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  I just want to play.”

She spat out, “I know what the Unseelie version of play is and I’m not interested!”

He chuckled, a rich deep sound that came from his chest, “I’m not Unseelie and I don’t play like them.  I’m different. I like to cause pleasure.”  The yellow in his eyes burned brighter, flames of intense desire for her danced wildly.

Siddella swallowed hard.  She couldn’t fathom anymore pleasure than what he gave her earlier, but…

He turned his back on her, stripping off his shirt.

The magnificent fall of his hair over taut muscles made her gasp.  Rock hard muscles looked chiseled into his body.  The play of low level light over his skin gave him more definition, emphasizing the hard and soft planes of his body. His hair swayed over his hips, just below the belt line.

She dropped her head against the cushion and sighed.  “I don’t want more pelasure!”

“Sure you do.  I saw the way your body reacted. Or had you forgotten?”

He trailed a finger lightly over her exposed flesh.

She shivered, hoping silently for more.

Feeling completely vulnerable, Siddella shifted against her chains.  “What do you plan to do to me?”

“My dear,” he glanced over his shoulder, “I intend to eat you.



Siddella wanted to believe the chills racing up her spine were from fear.  She wanted desperately to believe they had nothing to do with Frika’s warm tongue and everything to do with fear.

The caress of his finger over her flat stomach sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

He set his hand over her belly, expanding his fingers around her so she truly felt small, feminine.

Slowly, those fingers crept towards her aching pussy.

She couldn’t stop her hips from rising up to meet the tips of his fingers.

He slid a long digit inside her.

Squeezing her pussy tight, she moaned and damned herself aloud!

His voice dropped a note with each word. “You’re so wet, so hot.”

Her stomach clenched and power flowed through her limbs, awakening something primal inside.  The warmth of energy returning to her limbs drew her lips upward. Her hips rocked up towards his touch.

Frika inserted a second finger.

That wonderful sensation spiked through Siddella again causing her to shudder and moan.  Her head lolled to one side.  Her mouth hung open, eyes closed.  Struggling against the bonds made chains clatter in the room.

His thick fingers worked in and out, spreading her open.

The feel of him inside her ramped up years of pent up lust.  Slowly, those fingers smeared her juices all around her opening.

She rocked her hips with the motion of his fingers, letting out a sigh she couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. He was a Black Angus, a hunter wolf in Faery and he was doing marvelous things to her pussy that kept her from the horrific images ushering into her mind from her voyeuristic nature.

A hand brushed her thigh before those long fingers pulled away from her.

Siddella cried out, annoyed further that he’d stopped.

The wine bottle came into view. She gasped aloud. “What the fuck are you going to do with that?”

Frika licked his fingers.  “I told you, you’ve been feeding me steady energy since this began and in order for me to give back and get the most out of it, we must fuck.” His voice rumbled with that deep, masculine need.  “And I intend to prepare you for my cock.”

She smirked.  “You seem awfully sure of yourself.”

Frika set the slender necked bottle down beside her.

She wished she could move her leg enough to knock it over and shatter it against the concrete but part of her was anxious to see what was coming next.

Hopefully it’d be her.

Frika took his zipper in hand and slid it down.  He parted the fabric of his pants and let his cock fall forward.

Her jaw dropped at the sheer girth of his prick.  She’d seen plenty of dick before.  Between stealing gigs, she took time off to play in some of the clubs, wearing her favorite short skirts and tight tops to attract the boys, get them to do her bidding, and then rob them blind.  None of them measured like Frika.

Even in the dim light she could see the hugeness of his cock.

His smile became a wicked grin.  “I take it you’re impressed.”

Frightened.  She couldn’t respond.

Stepping closer, Frika pressed the head of his large cock against her slit.

The head of his dick pressed into her opening, spreading her apart.

Gasping, she clenched her legs tighter, only to remember that she’d been bound.

He stepped back.  “I can’t and won’t fuck you like this.  I’m all for bondage but this position leaves nothing for both of us.”

Irritated at the loss of contact, Siddella whimpered again.

He picked up the wine bottle and ran it up and down the length of her thigh.

Cold glass made her shake.  “What if it breaks inside me?”

A feral grin crossed his lips. “Trust me.”

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