The Love of a Slave

Arielle sat on the grassy courtyard, leaning her back against the rough bark of an oak tree. She kept her head down, refusing to look Coran in the eye. She patiently waited for him to speak, having nothing to say herself.

Several minutes went by in silence. Finally, she glanced up at him through her blonde bangs. “Coran?” she inquired. A startled expression was on his face. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape and suddenly, a though hit her: He was in shock.

She stood up, walking over to him. “Coran,” she said, slapping his cheek lightly in an effort to bring him back to awareness. “Snap out of it.”

He fell backward, making a soft thud as he hit the grass. “He… fainted?” Arielle said out loud, willing herself not to laugh.

She looked around, assessing the situation with her constantly sharp mind. Well, she thought. I could try to carry him back to the castle.

“Yeah,” she muttered to herself. “That is so not happening.” She began walking back toward the castle, leaving the unconscious and unguarded Coran alone by the forest.

Someone would find him sooner or later, right?

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“I cannot believe,” Coran snapped, walking in to the washroom. “That you left me in the courtyard! The least you could have done is gone for help.”

Arielle glanced up from her Cosmopolitan magazine and grinned. “Well, it’s not like you got abducted by a phouka or anything, so get off me.”

He re-entered the room, shooting her a glare. “Please,” he said. “A phouka wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

“That may be so,” Arielle said mischievously. “But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have put up much of a fight while you were out cold.”

“And who’s fault is that?” he snapped. He tried to look angry, but Arielle could see the barely suppressed grin on his face. He walked over to the bed, laying down next her. His face turned very serious before he spoke next. “Arielle, about what you said…”

Arielle sighed. “Do we have to talk about this right now?”

“Yes.” he said firmly. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because I was embarrassed.” she said, red tingeing her cheeks. “I figured you’d think I was an idiot.”

“Hey, I’ve been trying to seduce you from the moment I got you.” he said. “Believe me, I was relieved that all my hard work finally paid off.”

Arielle laughed. “What are we going to do about…” she trailed off, rubbing her stomach. “You know.”

“What can we do,” he said. “Besides raise our child.”

“So,” she said, twiddling her thumbs. “You’re not going to like, shun me or anything?”

“Are you kidding me?” he said, rolling over so she was pinned underneath him. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

She giggled, struggling to break free. “Says who?”

“Says me.” Coran said. “And I’m the all powerful, all knowing, and extremely good looking Lord of Fey, so what I say goes.”

She cocked her head to the side. “I just realized something,” she muttered. “You sound… casual now, you don’t talk in that weird way anymore.”

“What?” he said, feigning offense. “My civilized dialogue is not weird.”

“Well,” she said. “For a city slicker like me, all that proper speaking is like a foreign language.”

“Unknowledgeable humans.”

Arielle finally managed to get her hands free from his grip. She pushed hard on his chest until he toppled on to his back. It was her turn to pin him down. “Ha,” she said victoriously. “What are you gonna’ do now?”

“This.” he said, slipping his hands up her shirt. She didn’t protest when he pulled it over her head. She unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down over his hips. He tried to regain control, but she stayed firmly on top of him.

Dollan had managed to take advantage of her, but she wouldn’t feel that weak, helpless feeling again. This time, she was running the show.

Coran didn’t argue further. He just leaned back, and let her do what she wanted. She pulled his boxers down next, and unbuttoned with shirt. She enclosed her mouth around him, taking his whole length in to the back of her throat. He threw his head back and moaned, clutching fistfuls of her shoulder-length golden hair.

She sucked hard, running her hands along his bare chest, making little moans at his cries and grunts of pleasure.

She pulled away after a while, not giving him the chance to ejaculate. He gave her a whimper of protest. “Don’t worry,” she laughed. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

She busied herself rubbing and kneading one of his nipples. He couldn’t help the little moan that came from him. She lowered her mouth to the other, sucking and rolling her tongue over it. She did it painfully slow, making Coran protest every chance he got.

“It’s your turn.” Coran announced, grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her underneath him. He removed her bra, and stared down at his prize. She had to be at least a 38C.

He stared thoughtfully at her for a moment, before he pulled something out of the drawer beside the bed. On closer inspection, Arielle realized it was a candle and lighter. “What are those for?” she asked suspiciously.

He lit the candle, watching the flame flicker and burn down the wax. “It’s all part of my plan to have you screaming my name all night long.” he said, tilting the candle until hot wax poured on her left nipple.

She cried out, her back arching at the sudden burn. Within seconds, however, it began to cool and harden. Coran kneaded her nipple, the wax molding underneath his fingers. She moaned loudly, slipping her arms around his waist.

He did the same exact thing to her right nipple. She cried out in ecstasy, arching her hips against his rock hard cock. She felt him shudder..

He pulled her jeans over her hips, taking her skimpy panties with them. He lifted her hips on to his lap, and spread her legs as wide as they would open. He poured wax on her clitoris. She gave a surprised scream, her clitoris being much more sensitive than her nipples, and shuddered as the wax began to harden.

He poured hot wax on to his middle and index finger and thrust them in to her vagina before it had a chance to cool, moving them in and out of her. She moaned and thrashed her head from side to side. “Coran.” she said, making a choking sound as she was overwhelmed with the growing sensation of her orgasm. But he pulled his fingers out just before she reached it. “Don’t stop.” she pleaded. “I was so close.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, using her earlier words against her. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

He slipped off his shirt and got himself ready at the entrance of her vagina. “You ready?” he asked. She nodded, biting her lip. He plunged in to her, rocking back and forth, creating a fast, steady rhythm. They both grunted and panted, rocking their hips together. Faster, faster, until Arielle threw back her head, crying out in ecstasy as she reached her orgasm. Coran followed her a few moments later, biting down hard on her shoulder.

They laid there, panting and exhausted. “I could definitely get used to this.” Arielle said, smiling at Coran.

“Me too.” he agreed. He pulled out of her and rolled beside her, covering them both with the blanket. “Arielle?”

“Hm?” she asked, turning over to face him.

“Marry me.”