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Marianne thanked the Creator a thousand times as she flew through the Dark Forest trees at top speed. The seemingly endless parade of Fairy Kingdom council meetings she had to attend this week had actually managed to conclude earlier than expected, and now she was free to spend the rest of the day doing just as she pleased!
And she knew exactly what she wanted:
Sparring, exploring, talking, kissing.
As long as it was all with Bog, she was one happy fairy!
It was quite a lazy afternoon, the sleepy goblin guards barely waved as she entered the new and improved castle.
Bog had chosen to have the many rooms and halls of his second lair carved into the same grand tree the two of them had flown to on the fateful night he’d given her that charming flower. By royal decree, the patch of blossoms it came from, had since been claimed as her private garden.
When she found Stuff and Thang lounging on the throne room’s dais steps, she was disappointed to learn that Bog was not at home.
Too eager to wait, since she’d apparently only missed him by a few minutes, Marianne decided to follow and try to catch him.
“He went southward, your highness.” Stuff informed her.
“Thanks a lot!”
In a flash, she was outside again and darting through the brush, with much more confidence in her surroundings than she’d had the first time she traveled through this wilderness alone.
In no time, she could hear the bubbling of the narrow river up ahead and she would’ve passed right over it, had she not caught the glint of the amber stone in Bog’s staff leaning against the root of a large pine growing on the bank.
She didn’t see Bog anywhere as she swooped down to the ground. There was no way he’d venture far from his weapon, so she walked around the base of the tree to search for him.
A pair of thick juniper bushes sat between the pine and the creek, so to cover all bases, she brushed aside the leaves to check the open space beyond.
She immediately spotted him, but her pleased greeting dried up just as fast.
Bog was standing at the bottom of a small waterfall pouring into a shallow pool, safely isolated from the main current. He was slightly turned away from her, with his right foot propped up on a low rock.
Marianne found herself unable to move. Her flesh began to tickle and her jaw loosened in awe as her ravenous eyes glued themselves to his form.
He was…bathing!
The water streamed over his lean body, darkening his scales and making them shine like the flat river stones. Sparkles dripped off the tips of his wings and claws.
His hands ran over his chest and stomach, rubbing in the cleansing moisture and his armored plates shifted making sure every inch of him was soaked through.
Her breath caught as she watched him tilt his head back with a groan and let the water splash off his head and shoulders. He bared his fangs at the spray and his throat bobbed as he swallowed a mouthful.
Clear droplets slid down his torso and long legs and Marianne found herself wanting to follow every single one of them with her tongue.
Her racing heart thrummed in her ears and there was a marvelous fizzing in her breast. She’d never been more turned on in her life!
The foot he’d propped on the rock moved back down into the pool and his hips turned slightly in her direction displaying-
!!!
Recently, she and Bog had become a little more intimate in the physical sense. Nothing beyond making out and a bit of heavy petting, but only in those moments did she ever vaguely consider how, technically, Bog was always naked.
Well, there was nothing vague about it anymore!
She could see his…his…
Heat surged into her belly, her mouth watered and her hands twitched with yearning.
It was as dark as the skin around his eyes and it was big, about as long as her own hand from wrist to middle fingertip. She would’ve been nervous about that, had she not seen how easily he was able to wrap his whole left hand around its girth.
When he began to languidly stroke it, her knees shook and she had to bite back a moan.
He was only washing himself, there was nothing obscene in the gesture; she wished she could say the same about her thoughts!
Marianne could practically feel him touching, biting and licking her everywhere! There was a fever emanating from her core and it spiked when her frenzied mind conjured the wicked image of her getting her own hands on…
She had to get out of here NOW!!!
It was a mercy that she didn’t stumble as she backed away through the foliage. She shot into the sky the second she was in the clear and didn’t stop flying until she was safely back home and locked up in her chambers.
Marianne hastily wiped her wet fingers on the rose petals of her bed and clenched her thighs together. She shuddered as the aftershocks of her latest climax faded from her system.
She felt like such a pervert! Getting all sexually worked up over seeing Bog…completely naked for the first time!
Okay, well…maybe that was understandable, but for crying out loud, she’d been laying here masturbating and fantasizing for the past three hours!
What on earth was the matter with her?! She was supposed to have tons more control than this!
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been seriously thinking about going a bit further with Bog in the physical sense, but…geez she’d assumed it would at least be something they would discuss like rational, horny-adult creatures during their next private moments!
She could hear fate laughing like a bitch in her ears right now. She only hoped that nobody had mentioned her presence in the Dark Forest to Bog when he returned to his castle. She might be tough, but even she didn’t have enough faith in her acting skills to explain her little vanishing act.
One thing was for damn sure, she was never going to be able to look at Bog the same way again until this issue was…resolved somehow.
But how on earth was she supposed to resolve it?!
It was disturbing how quickly the dirty solution sprang into her mind. She should’ve been appalled; ashamed!
But she wasn’t.
Instead, she was burning. Burning for him!
Her eyes rolled back closed and all she could see was Bog standing underneath that waterfall, dripping wet and innocently stroking himself.
God, he was torturing her and he didn’t even know it!
Nipples pebbling and loins throbbing all over again, she opened her now heady eyes with a starving animal growl.
She couldn’t stand this anymore!
Rising from the bed, she hurried to her wardrobe for a change of clothes to take with her to the washroom. As she drew herself a bath, she summoned her pixie handmaidens to fetch her a tray of fruit and cheese.
Once she was fed and cleaned, she would put her seductive plot into motion.
It was the witching hour when Marianne reentered the Dark Forest.
The crickets seemed to screech in her ears as she soared up the trunk of the looming tree-castle. Her blood anxiously prickled in her veins. She could not believe she was about to do this!
Undetected by the goblin guards, she flew up to the lone skylight that she knew led into Bog’s bedchamber. For the late summer, the spider-glass pane was cracked open to let in as much cool air as possible.
She barely hid a smirk as she carefully slipped into the shadowy room. If things went well tonight, it was going to get much hotter.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she hovered in place and watched Bog’s supine form come into clearer view.
He was sprawled out on his massive bed of moss, sleeping as soundly as a baby bird. His staff was leaning against the wall within easy reach in case of an emergency. His right knee was slightly akimbo and his wings were parted under him. His right hand was resting on his stomach and his left arm was tossed up by his turned head, exposing his neck.
She’d never seen him look so peaceful and so vulnerable. Her attraction increased even more. She felt like a succubus about to defile an unaware stripling…and the naughty feeling of power it gave her was absolutely irresistible!
As quietly as possible, she moved his staff to the floor and cautiously landed on the bed. Mindful of his wings, she straddled him on her hands and knees like a wildcat. When she saw that he was still safely asleep, she leaned forward and softly pressed her lips to his throat.
Bog shifted and parted his mouth with a sigh, but did not wake.
Marianne grinned and kissed him again, this time slowly laving the column of flesh with her tongue.
“…mm…Murry-ahnn…”
Thrilling at the faint, muttered sound of her name, she teasingly palmed his chest and lightly suckled him long enough to leave a mark.
Groaning, Bog stirred again and his head lolled in her direction. Without wasting another second, she caught his mouth with her own.
Immediately and without disconnecting their lips, Bog awoke and sat up straight with a nasal gasp. His clawed hands cupped her waist as he eventually relaxed and kissed her back.
“Ye scared me, Tough Girl.” He said when she broke away. “Wha’ are ye doin’ here so late? Is everythin' okay?”
She purred, brushing her lips and nose against his face. Of course, he would considerately think the first reason she’d come to him in the middle of the night was because something was wrong.
“Mmm…I couldn’t sleep so…I thought I’d just…come over for a little…midnight snack.”
Bog chuckled as he eagerly pulled her into another kiss; a chuckle that soon turned into a noise of surprise at her enthusiasm.
Marianne wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her tongue past his lips, beginning a battle of dominance she was determined to win. She ground her hips against his, earning growls from her lover as he laid back down on the bed and took her along with him.
She ravished his mouth, jaw and throat, hardly giving him the chance to reciprocate. In no time, their breaths were rushing and Bog was almost snarling with desire for her; scratching at her clothes and arching towards her.
When he nipped her ear and tried to switch their positions, Marianne placed a hand on his shoulder to halt him. She lifted herself up so she could resettle against his right side and evenly meet his puzzled gaze.
“Bog, can I touch you?” She whispered. “Really touch you? Are you okay with that?”
The goblin’s eyes widened in equal parts shock and excitement as her meaning sunk in.
He was way more than okay with that, but, was she actually serious? Was this a dream?!
Bog glanced down between his legs where her prize was currently concealed.
“Are ye s-sure, Marianne? Ye-Ye dorn’t have to-”
“I want to. You have no idea how badly I want to.”
Oh he highly doubted that; his hunger for her was voracious!
But…he was frightened.
What if he wasn’t what she hoped? What if he repulsed her? What if-?
His worries were interrupted by the feeling of her cradling his head.
“Bog, I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I only want to make you feel good.”
Pulse pounding and voice lost, he gulped and nodded his consent.
Marianne could’ve cheered if she wasn’t sure it would break the mood. Instead, she opted to distract him with another passionate kiss as her hand snaked its way down his ridged abdomen.
At last, she reached the secret space and she massaged the area, coaxing his erection to reveal itself. When she felt the flesh undulate on its own, she dragged herself away from his lips to witness the miracle of Bog’s sexual physiology.
The bottom plate of his exoskeleton retracted and the shaft gradually unfurled and stretched like a balled up stocking. It swelled with blood and soon stood mighty and proud.
Marianne nearly whimpered with lust.
She hadn’t realized she’d been staring until she heard Bog cough and try to cross his legs to hide himself.
He must’ve mistaken her frozen, fascinated silence for aversion!
Sometimes, she failed to remember how sensitive he still was about his appearance, so to quell his fears, she chose to show him just how truly remarkable she thought he was.
Without any hesitation, she wrapped her hand around the base and tenderly stroked upwards.
Bog cried out in startled pleasure and nearly jumped at the foreign touch. His claws seized the moss-bed, he hissed through his grit teeth and buried his head against her shoulder.
If she hadn’t heard his following needy whine, she would’ve been afraid that she’d hurt him, but the more she moved her hand up and down, the more he panted and the more she ached!
Such a wonderfully strange combination of opposites! Soft and hard; like moth silk over an iron rod. It was warm, and yet it sent cool tingles up her arm. Though the skin was smooth, it was ribbed like fish gills.
Something told her she was going to greatly appreciate that unique detail in the near future!
“Ah…ooooh…Marianne…hah-hah…ngh!”
She was so thankful that Bog seemed to be deeply enjoying her ministrations, because honestly, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing. She’d only heard rumors about this sort of act as a teen and she had blushed like crazy then.
But now, bashfulness was the furthest thing from her mind.
She loved doing this to him!
It was incredible, empowering, addictive!
And it wasn’t enough!
She had to give him more!
Keeping her hand on him, she shimmied down his torso, leaving kisses and love bites she knew he could feel, despite the scales.
His knees drew up as she settled comfortably between his legs.
Until today, the only male genitalia Marianne had seen had been in the anatomical sketches of medical texts; and those had only been for fairies. Thank the spirits things had never gone anywhere near this far with Roland!
Fortunately, it turned out that Bog wasn’t too different from what she’d expected.
Now that she was close enough to get a real good look, she could see that there were lighter-toned flecks dusting the dark skin of his shaft and his tip lacked the mushroom-shaped head of a fairy male’s penis. Instead, it came to a dull point, like a head of corn. He didn’t seem to have testicles, at least, not on the outside, but she barely registered the fact, since she was far too busy being spellbound by the way he shivered with ecstasy in her hold.
He was so beautiful!
My virgin king.
Heart stuttering, she gripped him more firmly and caressed the fingers of her free hand against the inside of his leg. It was now or never and her decision was made when she looked up and met his apprehensively curious eyes.
“Marianne, wh-what are ye-?”
And then her mouth was on him.
Bog jumped at the sensation and his yelp instantly morphed into an almost sob-like moan.
Marianne had to drape the entire upper weight of her body over his thighs to keep him still. Her wings flapped behind her to fan their sultry forms.
Here, his natural musk of petrichor and fresh soil was concentrated and blazing. His taste was indescribable, but she ran her tongue over every delicious inch as she bobbed her head along his length.
“Hoh-hoh-hoh…mmm….bloody…hell…oh, Mari-aaaaaah…hah!”
She pursed her lips around him and continued to fist what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Through practice, she soon discovered his reactions were much more intense the more she focused on his sensitive tip, especially when she flicked her tongue against the underside.
Fire coated his bones as he thrashed and gazed down at her with wild eyes that pleaded for something he wasn’t even sure was real.
Whatever it was, she was gladly going give it to him.
Her ancestors would be rolling in their graves if they could see her now. A fairy princess committing such a depraved act! And with a goblin!
Well if this was a sin to her race, then her soul was happily forfeit. What could be more divine than bringing the one you loved such rapture?
She greedily drowned in each whimpering snarl released from his lips and every tremble in his sharp frame as she worked him towards completion.
I love you! I love you so much, Bog! I love you in my hands and my mouth! And when the time comes, I know I’ll love you inside me! I want you to know how amazing you are! You make me feel like a goddess, so I’m going to make you feel like a god! Thank you for everything you do! Thank you for loving me as much as I love you! Only you!
Forever!
Once he was too aroused to last any longer, she felt him grab the wrist of her free hand.
“Ma-Marianne!” He choked, sliding the fingers of his other hand into her hair and trying to gently tug her away. “I’m-I’m gonna-!”
She ignored his warning and pumped him faster, hollowing her cheeks and frantically swirling her tongue around his tip. She would take him all the way to paradise.
He nearly screamed at her renewed force. His hands slapped to the bedding again and he somehow managed to sit halfway up, bracing himself on shaking arms. His legs spread wider and his hips began to desperately roll in time with every drive and draw of her mouth. His face pinched and strained. Ten claws carved grooves into the moss. His moaning, panting voice grew higher and higher.
He was dying! He had to be! She was murdering him!
And it was fucking perfect!
Go ahead, KILL me! Oh please, Tough Girl! NEVER STOP KILLING ME!!!
Marianne hummed around him as his whole writhing body tightened and quaked like a plucked harp string. His wings flared and kept twitching.
The sweet vibrations and the wanton look in her amber, temptress eyes were his ultimate undoing. Bog threw his head back with a strangled roar as he curled over her and finally flooded her mouth with his goblin seed.
The salty taste was unusual, but far from unpleasant, and Marianne hungrily swallowed every last spurt as he erratically bucked beneath her and crumpled back down to the bed.
When she released him, his spent length withdrew into its original home and the plate recovered the mound. As she wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand, she drank in the sight of Bog in the aftermath of his shattering orgasm.
She swore he was the most magnificent creature she would ever see!
His chest heaved as he tried to regulate his breathing. His quivering limbs were tossed in every direction. He almost appeared more liquid than chitin. His expression was intriguing: melted and tearful; like he’d been zapped with a bolt of heavenly magic.
She crawled up his exhausted body and kissed his chin.
“Are you alright?”
His eyes found hers and he answered her with a weak nod.
She was stunned at how suddenly shy she felt. She was not the least bit embarrassed about what she’d just done so…
Was it because his stare said that she was lovelier than the full harvest moon and all the stars in existence?
Yep, must be.
“Why did…ye do tha’?”
She knew he didn’t mean anything ungrateful by the question. He was just still so silly and self-conscious; unable to imagine how she could possibly want to do something so sensual to him.
“Do you really need to ask?”
She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled coyly at him as she caressed his cheek.
He responded with a heart-felt smile of his own and embraced her with a fierce kiss to her forehead.
“Thank you. I dorn't deserve-"
"Shh," she pressed a finger to his lips, "yes you do. You deserve everything."
As they lay together, letting the drowsiness seep into their muscles and brains, Bog spoke again after a few minutes.
“Do ye…wan’ me to-?”
“Not tonight.” She soothed as she nuzzled his neck. “I wanted this to be all about you.”
And she meant it. She was wholly content for the evening and even giddy because they’d successfully taken a step towards the full consummation of their relationship.
They were closer.
Regardless, Bog’s dreams were filled with numerous ways he planned to thoroughly repay her.