(eng) Niall Teasdale - Thaumatology 11 by For Whom the Wedding Bells Toll

Author:For Whom the Wedding Bells Toll [Toll, For Whom the Wedding Bells]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Interlude

Pimlico, London, September 29th, 2010

Twill settled her wings against the headboard of the little bed and spread her legs. Midia crawled between them, a wolfish grin on her tiny face, and Twill let out a moan as the sprite’s tongue began lapping hungrily. Midia’s husband, Anolar, watched from a chair in the corner of the room, a satisfied smile on his face. He had had his turn at their fairy guest already, but Twill was fairly sure he would be wanting to go again before she left.

It was a rarity for Twill to leave High Towers. She would hunt in the garden, and occasionally slip over the fence, but she did not often go further than the flower beds a hundred yards from the fence. Once in a while she did, and over the last couple of years she had made a few contacts out in the city. Midia and Anolar were two of them. They lived across the river in Pimlico, in the attic of a house. Their home had been cobbled together out of bits of scrap wood, discarded carpet fragments and wallpaper, and the humans living below them had no clue they were there.

Twill started panting. Sprites were horny little buggers, and they just loved playing with fairies when they could get their hands on one. Twill did not mind, especially today. She had had to get out of the house today. Ceri had come into her power, Lily was losing herself to her demon side, and right at the moment the two of them were fucking each other silly practically every minute of the day. The atmosphere in the house was so torrid that Twill had decided to come get some herself, and hope Ceri could somehow break away from Lily enough to take control of the situation.

She felt the tension beginning in her abdominal muscles. Her wings fluttered against the headboard and her fingers twisted into Midia’s long, red hair. And then there was the sudden rush of pleasure welling up and washing all thought away with it.

When the fairy opened her eyes again, Anolar was sitting at the foot of his bed beside his wife. His erection suggested he wanted Twill again, and she had no objection, but… ‘Give me a minute, Ano. You two will give me a heart attack if you keep this up. What’s the gossip?’

Midia giggled, her arm snaking around her husband’s waist, long fingers wrapping around his shaft so she could tease him. ‘There are rumours that Ophelia has a new beau,’ she said as Anolar lay back with a groan. ‘People are giving him two weeks before she gets bored and either dumps him or offs him.’

‘Sounds about right,’ Twill replied.

‘Oh, there have been a few noises about some great power that’s suddenly appeared. No one seems to know what it is, but some of the older fae and the vampires are all up in arms about it. Some people are saying that the sorcerers are coming back.’

‘Huh,’ Twill said.

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