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    Fairy Prey
    Fairy Prey
    Fairy Prey
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    Fairy Prey

    By Anna Keraleigh

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    This is not a fairy tale. This is the story of a dominant fairy and his prey.

    Morrigan is a survivor, a fighter, and assertive. She chooses her own path in life and refuses to take orders. That is until he came along—a man with blue hair and wings. A fairy that treats her like prey. She’s forced to fight beside him as the fairy-troll war comes to a peak. They must survive twisted Kelpie creatures, fighting in the troll gladiator games, and still discover which of the fairies is a traitor to their own kind.

    Prepare for battle and submission.

    Be Warned: BDSM, wax play, sex toys

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateApr 26, 2013
    ISBN9781771303699
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      Fairy Prey - Anna Keraleigh

      Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2013 Anna Keraleigh

      ISBN: 978-1-77130-369-9

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: Cheryl Harper

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      Kelpies are a real myth but I’ve taken liberties with the kelpie creatures in this book. Who knows if they can really change sexes to lure in their victim but in my story, they’re sinister, dangerous and hungry.

      I'd like to give my heartfelt thanks to everyone who purchased my books. This Fairy series is very important to me and I'm so happy you all have decided to join me in my erotic fairy kingdom!

      FAIRY PREY

      A Fairy Novel, 5

      Anna Keraleigh

      Copyright © 2013

      Chapter One

      New York City

      Morrigan stretched out on her bed in her very small bedroom. She liked Saturdays best even though she spent them alone. This was her haven, her safe place, and at the moment her naughty place. Ah, the joys of Saturday. She woke as the sun began to crest the horizon. Morrigan could see it through her glass balcony doors, the curtains pulled wide. Being on the fiftieth floor facing the river had its advantages. As was her normal weekend routine, Morrigan woke alone but rested. She pulled the curtains open, letting the rising sun drench her four-poster bed. There was a lot of black and gray in the room but again, she preferred them. Girly wasn’t really in her vocabulary.

      Morrigan ruffled her shoulder length dirty blonde hair away from her face. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and threw it on her plush armchair in the corner of the room. She arched her back, loving the way her muscles pulled and shifted. She lifted her hands, bringing them to cup her breasts. They fit in the palms of her hands, the tiny nipples teasing her palms. Ever since she met him, her body had been on this horny streak. Yes, him. She was almost afraid to say his name.

      Whisper.

      Morrigan shivered. She used her fingers to pinch and pluck her hardened nipples. It had been months since she visited her cousin in Ireland and discovered that there were things that went bump in the night and some during the day. Men with wings. She snorted as she walked toward her bed. Hidden in those Irish hills was an entire kingdom, and several fairies lived there. Honest-to-God men with wings fought with swords and wore skimpy loincloths.

      Morrigan hooked her thumbs into her pajama pants and pulled them down her hips. They landed around her ankles and the sun warmed the skin on her bare ass as she stepped from them. She crawled slowly and enticingly over the plain gray sheet, opening her legs more than she had to, lowering so her breasts would brush the smooth fabric. She opened the drawer beside the bed, pulled out her toy, and landed with a slight bounce in the center of the bed.

      Her thoughts were jumping from a wonderful Saturday morning spent naked to that damn fairy kingdom. Her last visit hadn’t been one to repeat. She met them all, yes, and they seemed nice enough but then there was him. The one with that hid in the shadows, the one that had a deep voice and black wings.

      Whisper.

      Damn it, she couldn’t get him out of her head. Morrigan tried to, though, pulling at her nipples and letting her mind drift toward more erotic outcomes. She had several hours here, in this bed, and she sure as hell didn’t want to waste them thinking about a damn unruly fairy.

      Morrigan lay back in bed, her hair spreading over the pillow. Her legs fell open and the rising sun gave a glow to her tanned body. She had a fit, muscular form that served her well as a private investigator. She pinched her nipples harder, loving that twinge of pain with her pleasure. She skimmed her hands down her body, over her flat stomach and belly ring, then down her hips. She stopped short of her moist womanly folds. Her fingers delved between her legs, and she gasped as flesh met flesh. Oh yes, this is just what she needed. Her fingers teased and rubbed until the moisture built. Morrigan dipped a finger inside her hole then spread that cream to her clit. Her rubbing increased. She used her other hand to grab her breast and squeezed the nipple.

      A moment later, the orgasm arrived. It flooded her system with all those feel-good endorphins and her back arched. Damn, did she love Saturdays. Morrigan wallowed in the sun on her rumpled bed for a moment longer, stretching out and lazily petting her pussy. The main of it was bare but for the slight patch of hair waxed in the shape of a landing strip. She teased that tuft of hair, tugging it, and torturing her nipple.

      Her mind began to drift again, thinking of that place, that man, the world that existed around humans that she never knew of. Too much thinking! Morrigan stood. She went to the balcony doors, opened them wide, and welcomed the warm breeze. Summer had just arrived, and she could smell the hint of flowers and trees in the air. Naked she stood there, letting the sun splay across her nude body. She turned, grabbing the toy off the bed. She opened the Velcro strap, hooked it to the wooden ledge on her bed, and strapped it together. The plastic penis was erect now, like a man that had been worked into a frenzy. It wasn’t as good as warm flesh but it would do.

      Morrigan shifted, one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, and hovered over the toy. Grabbing her breasts, she lowered, the cold plastic touching her nether lips. She gasped, shivered but returned. This time she used more downward pressure. The plastic stroked against her clit. It parted her wet slit and nipped at her hole. Once again, she tortured her nipples, pulling them, squeezing them and with each breath, she rubbed against the toy. As she went lower, the circumcised plastic penis head slipped into her core. It pushed her muscles apart, speared her as she descended. Her head fell back as the entire penis was inside her. Oh yeah, Saturdays are awesome.

      Morrigan worked the plastic penis like a professional. She gyrated and pumped, slipping a hand to her clit, and it wasn’t long before another orgasm approached. It robbed her of breath and made her body shudder. She stopped every movement and just concentrated on that rush of sensations.

      When the pleasure faded, she began working the toy again. Up and down she bobbed, her breasts bouncing, her fingers fondling, and her body began to sweat. She felt it misted on her back. It didn’t matter. She wanted another release, needed it, and craved it. Her record was nine, and she smiled as another build up commenced. Could she beat that today? She sure as hell felt like coming until she fainted. Her desire seemed to be sated but never fully cured by her Saturday rituals. The thought vanished, the relief flooded her, and she groaned to the empty room.

      Morrigan pulled slowly free of the toy. She plunged onto the bed, shifting to her hands and knees. Her hand disappeared between her legs. She circled her clit, flicking the little bud as she balanced herself on the mattress. She spread her legs farther. Morrigan felt the delicious warmth from the sun on her ass cheeks and thighs. More,

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