The Fox’s Tale

The silence between us grew as I tried to absorb what she had just said. I gazed at her, sitting before me in only a bathrobe, and a slow grin spread across my face.

“Ellery, am I going to be killed for touching you?”

She looked at me in confusion. “What? Of course not!”

“Are you sure?” I asked as I got up from the table, my voice dipping lower. “After all, I am a cunning fox. A filthy, fornicating fox, who wanted to pull your skirt up the moment I saw you and take you hard against the wall and you’re a Faerie princess.”

Ellery started to laugh and I pulled her to her feet. “You were worried about telling me, weren’t you?” She nodded. “Why, Princess? Surely you know that it doesn’t matter to me.”

“I thought, perhaps, that it would make you feel like you had to behave a certain way with me.”

I pushed her hair from her face. “And what way is that?”

She sighed. “Standoffish or deferential. I thought you’d stop treating me like I was real and start treating me like I was made of glass. It’s been my experience that very few beings can see past my title. They feel intimidated, or they think if they suck up to me that it will grant them more power or something.”

“Oh, I see.” I kissed her, long and deep, and when we pulled apart she looked dazed. I brushed my thumb over her lips and went on.

“Well, I’m not interested in power, and it takes a lot to intimidate me. You being a royal doesn’t change how I feel about you at all. If anything it makes me feel even luckier than I did before.”

“Why’s that?” she asked; puzzled.

“Because I’ve been entrusted with your heart and a faerie’s heart is a rare gift.” Her smile was soft and her eyes were filled with love when I gazed at her. I ran my fingers down her cheeks, along her neck and over her shoulders.

“Ellery, my beautiful princess, if I ask for something that the Suite agrees with it will give it to me, right?”

She nodded again and I smiled in satisfaction as I sat down on the foot of the bed. “I want your robe gone.”

Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ as her robe faded into nothing. I grinned as her nipples hardened under my gaze. I stood back up so that I could pull her in for another kiss.

“You thought I might stop doing things like this?” I asked as I ran my hand over her bare bottom and squeezed.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Or perhaps things like this?” I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs over her nipples.

“Yes.” Her breathing was heavier and I could feel her quiver under my hands.

“Ellery," I whispered, "I wasn’t kidding when I said that I wanted to hike your skirt up and take you hard against the wall the minute I saw you. I will always treat you with respect because you deserve it, but I will never stop wanting to take you six ways to Sunday. You just say the word and I will. Tell me what you want, Ellery, so that I may give it to you.”

“I…I” Ellery seemed to be having trouble articulating her desires whether out of shyness or because my hands had roamed farther south. Silk cords pooled on the bed and I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well, thank the gods for the Suite.” I picked up one of the cords and ran it through my hands. “I know just what to do now.” Thirty seconds later I had her on her back with her hands tied over her head to one of the bedposts.

I pulled off my own robe and climbed onto the bed beside her and began to work my way down her body with my mouth. With each kiss the scent of her desire grew more potent. A guy could get drunk off of that scent alone. I moved between her legs and stroked her with my finger and watched her face.

“For what I am about to receive may the gods make me truly thankful,” I murmured before bending my head so that my tongue could join forces with my finger. When she was writhing beneath me, my name a ragged plea on her lips, I stopped long enough to say, “I have never tasted anything as delicious as you.”

I moved to my knees and lifted her ass. “I need to be inside of you, Ellery.” I rubbed against her getting even harder as she grew wetter. Gods, it was exquisite torture.

“Tell me you need me too," I half begged, half ordered her. I put a pillow underneath her hips and turned her over, the bindings having enough give to allow that.

“Alexander….” she gasped.

“Yes, Ellery?”

She wiggled until she’d angled herself just the way I wanted her. “Fuck me hard, Alexander.”

“Who am I to refuse a royal command?” I asked before I entered her from behind. I set about fulfilling her wish. The new position enabled me to get even deeper inside of her, something her body quickly responded to, and had my eyes rolling back in my head.

The sounds she made as she reached her peak spurred me on and made me thankful that the Suite was sound proof. She climaxed twice before I was even close, and then a third time when I finally lost myself inside of her. Nothing could compare to the pleasure and beauty of making love to my mate. Nothing at all.