Page 13 of His Dark Delights

Unable to form another word, my head bobbed in response. His pace on my clit quickened, hurling me into the shattering bliss of my climax. Ribbons of bliss coiled and erupted within my belly, so harsh and sudden that I shook uncontrollably, arms folding as I collapsed on the blanket.

“Gods, you feel so good when you come on my cock.” Ren arched his head back and his hands tight on my hips dragged me along his length over and over.

“Ren,” I whimpered with my face in the quilt.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. In a flurry of movement, he hauled me backward as he tumbled onto the blanket. Now beneath me, he used his deft hands to position my legs by his hips.

I looked down the length of his bare legs as he slipped his cock back into my inner walls. His palm smacked against my ass, and the sting forced me to yelp. Then he grabbed my sides, digging his fingers into the almost ticklish spots at my hip bones.

“Ride me, Lilly. Let me watch as you fuck yourself on me,” he commanded, tone unsteady.

I peered over my shoulder at him, lying back and watching me with primal anticipation. A shudder rolled through my body, and my pussy flexed on his throbbing cock. “I… I don’t know.”

“You can do this. Just do what feels right.” Ren’s hands massaged my hips reassuringly. He tipped his hips forward, slowly hitting me at a new, deep angle. Then again, to encourage me to move with him.

Closing my eyes, I faced forward and braced my hands on his hard, muscled thighs. Gradually, I rose before dropping myself back onto his shaft. A quick, thin noise vented from me as I repeated the motion over and over, searching for what touched on the places receptive to pleasure within me.

A hum of appreciation vibrated through Ren as I rode him. I glanced back and saw him intently watching each time his cock slid home inside of me. Something dark mingled with the moonlight glinting in his eyes, and a panicked bolt of delight shot through me.

My sex was swollen, hot, and exquisitely sensitive to every inch and movement of Ren’s impressive girth inside me.

He did nothing more than hold my hips and watch as I fucked him, using his body to find my pleasure.

I threw my head back and long, curled tendrils of my hair tickled the length of my spine.

I heaved in great gasps of cool night air as I quivered on the verge of bursting.

“Gods-fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so damned good for me, Lilly.

Better than anything I’ve felt before—fuck, I’m coming.

” A hand suddenly twisted in the tresses of my hair, jerking my head further back and exposing my throat to the black midnight sky and the twinkling stars.

I bit back a scream as Ren thrusted his hips up, meeting my ass as I sheathed his length.

He issued a deep beastly sound as his cock jetted his release, and the force of his orgasm set me off again.

“Ah—oh, gods—Ren!” My walls quivered along the length of his shaft, twitching in my pussy, milking him of every drop. Pleasure seized my body, and brief tremors quaked through my muscles.

I collapsed against Ren’s heaving chest. He lifted me off his softening cock, enveloping me in his brawny arms. His fingers threaded through my hair as he clutched me to his chest. I inhaled the scent of sex and spring flowers on the wind, perfectly satisfied despite the dried tears on my cheeks.

Under the brilliant yellow mid-morning light, I floated lighter than the air that was flowing through my unbound hair and whispering over my bare skin.

I stood knee deep in the middle of the creek, cleansing my skin and humming wordless songs to myself.

Millie grazed in the pasture nearby, idly watching me splash around.

Ren and I had woken up under the rising sun, wrapped in the blanket with grass, dirt, and flower petals clinging to our skin. We’d shared slow kisses between laughter while picking each other clean. He’d finished washing in the creek first and gone to let the animals loose for the day.

He was somewhere at the front of the cottage, tending to the chickens while I ran my fingers through my damp, tangled hair.

Once the morning breeze dried my skin, I stepped back into my dress.

My fingers paused halfway through the laces down my back when a clamor arose from the direction of the road.

Hardly anyone traveled past my farm, and it hadn’t been long… maybe Mr. Tatum went back on his word and ratted out my heritage to the first soldier he could find. How much was the head of a half-fae worth to the poorer families of the village?

Panic charged through my chest, coiling around my heart and squeezing it.

I took several deep, steadying breaths while hastily finishing my dress.

I left my wild and wet hair down to cover my ears.

Ren was on the other side of the cottage when I turned the corner.

In my initial fear, I’d nearly forgotten he was here with me.

The sight of him striding toward the gate to the road eased the erratic pounding of my heart.

Only for a moment.

Four knights bedecked in gleaming silver-blue armor approached the front gate astride massive war horses.

The one in the back held tight to a banner whipping in the wind; A gold-crowned white stag's head over two crossed swords.

All nestled in the center of navy fabric with a gilded trim—the banner of House Carnifex.

I’d imagined the new king would have had a new house banner crafted.

One that matched his grisly nickname, perhaps.

Yet he kept the old one, and it brought some odd sense of relief.

A severed fae head or clipped wings matched his new sobriquet, but this one was easier on the nerves.

The passing knights would be Ren’s comrades, likely here to take their missing compatriot away.

Back to the front lines, to the war, and to the merciless killing of my kind.

My head snapped in his direction, watching as he raised a hand and hailed the soldiers as they rode dangerously closer.

My heart tugged me to him, yearned for him, yet I instinctively stepped back, inching towards my front door.

The moment of certain heartbreak had found me, but it wasn’t heart-wrenching sorrow that lanced through me when the knights neared the gate.

My heart and mind crystalized in a freezing liminal space and time slowed as the soldiers swept off their horses—then dropped to their knees in the dirt, deeply bowing their heads and lowering themselves beneath Ren .

“Ren,” I whispered so low no one heard me.

None of them paid me any mind or gave me a second glance as their heads dipped and their eyes went to the ground.

Ren stood there, head held high, shoulders back and chest rising with a deep inhale.

The early breeze lifted the curled ends of his black hair, and the sun gleamed on his golden tan.

He seemed too large for my little, lonely farm.

With knights bowed before him, he appeared regal and imposing.

In one cataclysmic moment, I put the pieces together, scrambling for the truth as the earth opened beneath my feet and threatened to gobble me whole. A noble, a knight, a soldier in the war.

Ren…

Soren. Soren Carnifex.

The Fairy Butcher.

He was on my farm, and he’d had me, filled me, made me feel things I never thought I’d feel. For a moment, he’d been nothing more than Ren and I was no one more than Lilly. We had become lovers, tossed together by some cruel act of happenstance and fate.

Lovers. Now we weren’t even that, and never would be again. That man, the man I thought I was beginning to know, would never be mine. He would remain unknowable and out of reach. I’d need to keep him far away to ensure my safety.

If Ren—no, Soren —knew the truth of what I was, he’d kill me regardless of whatever fleeting pleasure we’d shared. Because he was the new vicious king, the butcher of fae, and a wet hole to stick his cock in wasn’t enough to sway a hardened man like that from the grand purpose of his war.

He believed all fae should die. He’d said so himself. I was a half-nymph.

All the smiles and kisses meant nothing.

A cold sweat formed on my brow and trickled down the length of my spine. My limbs trembled as though I were a leaf quaking from blustery winter winds. Each step back toward the safety of my home brought a painfully hard thump from my heart, as if it were too big for the confines of my ribs.

One of the knights, a tall man with dark brown skin and attractive bold features under his helm, rose and strode toward a horse.

He pulled a long sword from the saddle, then handed it over to his king with a respectful bow.

“My liege, we found this in the woods. We’ve been tracking you for days, and almost lost hope. ”

“I would have found my way back to the capital eventually, Rhydan.” The king clasped the knight on the soldier as if old friends while gazing at the sword. His hand drifted down and brushed over the elegantly designed sheath and gilded pommel.

A wayward twig snapped under my bare foot. All eyes snapped up to me. My breath lurched into the back of my throat, threatening to strangle me.

Soren’s hand dropped from the sword as he angled around to face me. He saw me standing a few feet away from the door, tense and shaking like a deer caught in the sights of a hunter.

“My king, we must return to the capital with haste.” Another knight stated, not missing the brittle tension between his king and me. His words went ignored.

“Lilly,” Soren’s voice dipped as he took a step after me.

I bolted, flinging myself toward the door. A jolt of terror carried me on the wind, moving me further away from the certain death standing in my field.

A mistake.

A mistake. I’d made a dangerous mistake.

“Lilly, wait!” His plea chased me and echoed through the slamming door.

“Go away!” I locked the door with shaking fingers as hot tears burned my cheeks. A body hit the other side, rattling the hinges. I collapsed on the floor.

“Please, Lilly, let me explain,” the king—the Butcher—begged, slamming his weight against the door. They had horses, shields, and swords. Soren, or any of his knights, could burst through if they truly wanted to.

“No. You lied to me and used me.” I sniffled through my words.

His tone lowered as though he were leaning against the door and whispering for my ears alone. “Lilliana, I was going to tell you the truth. I didn’t intend to hurt you—”

“Just go away, back to your palace and your bloody war! I never want to see you again.” The words sliced at my heart on their way out before falling off my tongue like vomit.

“Sire, we really must—”

“Fuck!” A fist slammed against the door, and the wood vibrated on the edge of shattering apart. Heavy stomps crunched on the gravel path outside, boots turning and walking back to the gate. “Give me a horse.”

I almost didn’t hear the knights and their king beating the path and riding away. My sobbing muffled the scuffing of hooves on dirt tearing from the farm. Their departure tore a hole in my chest, but it brought strained relief with it.

While my heart actively broke into a million pieces, falling through my fingers, I was alive despite sharing a bed with a king who killed my kind.

I continued heaving and sobbing until I struggled to breathe or stand.

A quivering sickness coiled through my intestines, weighing me down and keeping me beaten on the floor.

I was half-nymph, and it was wrong to love a killer—a butcher of fae—yet I was afraid that I did, and that sickening realization would linger with me and haunt my soul.