“I’m neither blushing, nor virgin, Raxx.” The princess smirked.
“Sorry, I just assumed because, well--”
“Because I’ve spent my life locked in a tower?” Faye smiled and brought her mouth close to his ear, so close he could feel her breath on his neck. “I’m good at getting what I want.”
Raxx had never been so relieved. It hadn’t occurred to him Faye could have had some prior experience. Whilst he would have persevered with her, whatever the outcome, there was nothing more difficult than trying to please someone in bed who didn’t know enough to know what they liked. He felt foolish for presuming.
“That’s not a problem is it?” Faye asked.
“Fuck no,” Raxx replied, allowing the faerie to push him down onto his back. His wings shot out from beneath him quickly and sent the table, covered with books, clattering to the floor. Neither of them paid any notice.
He watched as Faye’s own delicate wings fluttered with excitement. She shifted her weight to sit astride his lap.
Raxx’s head span as his majick flurried inside him with an intensity he had never known. He felt disoriented and hot, breaking out into a fine sheen of sweat as Faye lay forwards to press her chest against his.
“Why does touching like this feel so good?” she whispered.
“I wish I knew.”
Faye ran her palms up his chest and Raxx stiffened warily.
“Ssh, it’s okay, I’ll be careful. Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?” She smiled.
Raxx opened his mouth to speak, but instead grunted as the faerie pressed her bottom down against him.
Faye giggled. “I’ll take that as a yes. It feels that good, hm?” she teased, grinding her hips against him again.
The princess’ boldness surprised him. Raxx was supposed to be teasingherabout how good he was making her feel, not the other way around.
Gritting his teeth with determination, the demon reached for Faye. This time, it was his turn to smooth his palms up her legs, ensuring his thumbs ran up the inside of her thighs as he did so. He got as close to the junction of her hip as her breeches would allow him, before running his hands around to the soft, round behind he had been admiring since they’d met. He squeezed and palmed her flesh, laughing breathlessly when a small moan escaped her. Faye’s hands faltered on his chest and she froze.
“Yeah, it feels that good,” he growled at her.
Faye lowered her body closer still, resting her weight on her elbows either side of his head. She brought her face down to his and her eyes flickered down to his mouth.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispered. “It pains me that I can’t.”
Raxx nodded. “I know the feeling, but at least we can touch like this.”
Faye’s eyes brightened and she sat up suddenly. “I have an idea. Can we try something?”
“What do you have in mind?” Raxx asked, sitting up on his elbows.
“Have you got a scarf or anything made of thin, soft material? Silk maybe?”
“Do I look like the sort of man that has a silk scarf collection?”
Faye laughed and shook her head. “Fair point. Okay, I have another idea.”
The princess shuffled her weight backwards and sat back on her knees to start unlacing her tunic. He watched eagerly as the thick leather popped open, one eyelet at a time, until Faye shrugged herself out of it and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed.
Raxx cleared his throat as he took in faerie’s delicate frame. “The breeches too?”
“I’ll get to it,” she teased and began unbuttoning the plain cotton undershirt she wore beneath the tunic. She wriggled free of that too, until she sat in a thin, white silk vest. Raxx’s eyes were riveted to her breasts as her nipples stiffened in the cold room.
Faye shyly fingered the hem of her vest for a moment. Just as the demon opened his mouth to tell her she could keep it on, if she felt uncomfortable, the princess decisively tugged it up over her head, exposing her flesh to him for the first time.
Raxx froze, his mouth dry, as he watched the half-naked faerie crawl back across the bed towards him, the silk vest gripped tightly in her fist. She sat back astride his lap and held out the vest, dropping it onto his face.
