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…Hamlin walked over to her as she stood there waiting with baited breath. His gaze raked slowly down her body, halting at her pussy. He lifted a finger to his lips as he seemed to consider something. “I think the pretty blond muff must go. What do you think, Vang?” Evangelo came up to stand beside him. They both studied her for a long time, and she felt herself growing hot with embarrassment. And lust. “Yes, I believe you’re right. The covering is lovely, but her pretty lips are too hidden from view. I’ll bet they are absolutely perfect beneath all that hair. She’s such a refined, elegant creature.” Evangelo reached between her legs, cupping her sex. She groaned as he inserted a finger into her pussy and her eyelids fluttered closed. Oh, she wanted to come so badly. She felt him rub his hand over her mound. The finger slipped out as he reached farther around, and she felt the digit rub over the opening of her puckered anus and back again as two fingers entered her pussy. She wanted to thrust against his penetration, it felt so wonderful. She started to move her hips and felt the heat of the crop. “Stand quite still, my pretty,” Evanglo said as he thrust his long fingers in and out of her vagina. “She’s very wet,” he said as he removed his fingers and stepped away. “Ah.” Hamlin sighed. “Beautiful. Much better. Her lips are

quite lovely without the muff. Your present is unwrapped beautifully. Now to accessorize…”

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UNICORN CRAVING BY ADRIANNA DANE

AMBER Q UILL PRESS, LLC http://www.AmberQuill.com

UNICORN CRAVING AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.AmberQuill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2007 by Dream Romantic Unlimited LLC ISBN 978-1-60272-178-4 Cover Art © 2007 Trace Edward Zaber

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CHAPTER 1 Adventure wasn’t in Gillian’s mind today as she drove out to the country to pick apples. Stress relief was, and making the two-hour drive to this part of rural Washington to personally decide on each piece of fruit she used in her prize-winning pies and apple jelly was, for her, calming. She’d read about this orchard and vegetable farm in a copy of one of her favorite cooking magazines, Chef’s Passion, and with it being only a few hours away, decided to see for herself if its reputation was warranted. It seemed odd that she’d never heard of this town before she read the article, but didn’t worry too much about it. She liked discovering new out-of-theordinary places. 1

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Five miles from the small town of Unnikorn Kove she spotted the sign. Apparently, she’d picked an interesting weekend for this trip. Today there was a street fair going on. She loved the festive atmosphere at events like that, and often located craftspeople whose wares she added to the inventory of her shop in Seattle. It was going to be a wonderful weekend. Getting out of the city for an adventure on her own was the best idea she’d had in a long time. She’d been stressed and short with her employees lately, which did not bode well for the smooth running of operations at the bakery/restaurant cum gift shop. It was the latest negotiations with the bank and the anticipated expansion and distribution of her bakery products that had her off-kilter. Let alone just yesterday the producer at a local television station had contacted her about the opportunity to host her own show. Everything seemed to come tumbling at her all at once. She had desperately needed to get away from the pressure of weighty decision-making and clear her head. If she went through with the expansion and the complicated avenue of moving her business into a corporate structure with an eye to public offerings of corporate stock, she was very likely to lose control of what had started out as a small, personal enterprise. She was nervous as a calico cat with sensitive paws trying to navigate a hot tin roof. The business was her baby. She had nursed it carefully from the moment she had first dreamed about it back in high school. One false step could mean she would lose everything. 2

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Everyone wanted her to stop dragging her feet and decide one way or the other. This was one time she wasn’t going to let other agendas push her into a hasty step she would not be able to undo. Not when it was so critical to her company’s future. And her own. That’s why she had been desperate to get out of town without telling anyone and even left her cell phone at home. She wanted no interruptions. She couldn’t stand the pressure for one more second and she knew she was about to blow wide open. Thank God she wasn’t in any kind of personal relationship with a man right now. That kind of commitment required way too much of her time when she had so much on her mind, so many people depending on her to make the correct choices. There were nights when she hated going home to an empty apartment, but it was just one of those things. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made to achieve a dream. And having the freedom to do what needed to be done right now was far more important than worrying about a relationship. That would come later. Turning onto main street in Unnikorn Kove, she saw a man waving his arms and pointing to a small shopping center parking lot. He held up a big sign that read “Park Here.” She smiled. Anything to make a buck. Turning in, she stopped next to him and handed over the requisite five-dollar bill to assure her parking spot for the event. Another man farther in, waved a cane, directing her to a vacant spot. It was a warm, sunny fall day, perfect for an event like 3

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this. Gillian promised herself she wouldn’t stay long because she really wanted to get to the orchard today as well. It was delightful and the atmosphere so gay as she sauntered along main street to see street players everywhere dressed like unicorns in every shade of color. She’d always loved unicorns and, in fact, the T-shirt she wore today had a unicorn emblazoned across the front. It almost seemed like she was destined to come here. Now what a fanciful thought that was. How odd. The tents set up along the street were in varied colors of blue and red and green trimmed with fringe and gold tassels. The sensual, yet festive music of violins and flutes pulled her along the street. She thought she even heard the plucking of an instrument that sounded like a banjo. It wove a spell around her, making her want to dance her way past the lines of gaily colored tents. In fact, one of the unicorns reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her along as they pranced lightly along the center of the street. Finally, he released her, bowed and galloped away. For a moment she felt abandoned and sad, as the performers disappeared around a corner. She had wanted to stay with them, to become a part of their ensemble. But then that special magic dissipated or at least mellowed a bit and she turned to one of the tents to survey the items inside. She had to say the merchandise exhibited at the various booths was truly the most unique she had ever seen. She picked up business cards along the way, jotting notes on the backs, and stuffed them into her purse. She’d go through them 4

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later and contact the ones she was particularly interested in dealing with as a possible source for merchandise for her gift shop. She reached the end of main street and the last tent on this side of the street. She found herself lingering in front of a gold and red tent with a sign displaying a crystal ball. An old woman with deeply etched lines in her face, wearing a long skirt edged with gold unicorn charms and a necklace of silver and gold coins around her neck, stepped out. Her hair was covered with a purple and gold silk bandana fringed at the hem. Strands of pure white hair peaked out from beneath. Her faded blue eyes studied Gillian closely and then she smiled, revealing perfect, blindingly white teeth. “Ah,” she said as she reached out with gnarled hands to clasp Gillian’s. “You have come. Excellent. Step inside, I have a gift for you.” “B-but I don’t know you. How can you have a gift for me? How did you know I’d be here?” The old woman chuckled softly. “I know who you are.” She turned and tapped the front of Gillian’s shirt where the gold-horned unicorn was displayed on the front. “This gift is for you, only for you.” Hesitantly, Gillian followed her into the tent. What could it hurt? A person didn’t discover special one-of-a-kind items by being shy and reluctant. That’s one thing she’d learned over the years. A person had to take a chance or two if they wanted to break away from the pack. The interior of the tent was dark and smelled of 5

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sandalwood incense, and she felt her tense muscles easing as she inhaled the woodsy aroma. The old woman turned to face her, blue eyes glittering like sapphires in the gloomy interior. “Yes, you will do nicely. He’s waited long enough.” “Do for what? Who are you talking about?” She waved a hand in the air above her head and Gillian heard the jangle of her bracelets. The sound was bell-like and sultry, almost rhythmically hypnotic. She blinked and shook her head. How eerie. The old woman turned away to a display shelf, rustled around and then turned back. She held something out. “This is for you. You must take it with you on your journeys.” Gillian looked down and her eyes rounded. “What is it?” The old woman chuckled. “What do you think it is? It’s the unicorn’s horn. Today is his birthday and you must take it to him. Tell them Derrika sends a gift.” “Derrika? Are you Derrika?” The woman nodded. She then reached into a tan leather pouch hooked to her belt. She pulled out a pinch of sparkly blue powder and threw it into Gillian’s eyes. Gillian quickly reached up to wipe it away. “What are you doing? Trying to blind me?” “A little glamour to ease your journey. Nothing harmful…just a bit of magic.” Then Gillian felt the touch of the woman’s hand as she stroked the left side of her face. She traced a fingertip brow to jaw. “So lovely. He will not mind, I’m sure.” She tapped her cheek lightly and then lowered her hand. “That should protect you from the wrong sort.” 6

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Gillian blinked, tearing up, and then her vision cleared. She gasped when she saw the woman clearly again. Or maybe not so clearly, for now she looked like she was at least forty years younger. “Where—where—” she babbled incoherently. The woman nodded and smiled. “You see? Not everything is quite what it appears.” She walked to the back of the tent and opened the flap. “It’s time for you to go. Remember to tell them Derrika sent you. Then they will know the gift is true. Maybe we’ll meet again when you least expect it.” Slowly, Gillian walked over to the flap and peered out. “You want me to go down this alley?” It didn’t look like it was particularly inviting and there wasn’t another person in sight. Derrika nodded. “Oh, yes. You will be quite safe. You’ll see when you reach the end.” With amazing strength, the woman yanked her out beyond the tent and then closed the flap. Gillian hesitated, ready to turn back and circle around the tent that belonged to a crazy woman. But then something caught her eye at the end of the alley. A light that almost blinded her with its intensity. And there were apple trees with the brightest crimson apples, almost as though they had been dipped into wet glitter. They were certainly the largest she’d ever seen. She simply had to get a closer look. The leaves on the trees were very close to a fluorescent shade of green. It felt like they were drawing her forward, one step at a time. Her spirit of adventure kicked in, and cautiously 7

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she made her way down the darkened alley toward the bright light at the end, clutching the golden horn close against her breast. She thought she heard the soft echo of a feminine chuckle as she drew closer to the source of the bright light. And then she was at the end of the alley and poised at a world that seemed vastly different from what she had ever known. The trees were a bit farther away than she had at first thought. She didn’t see another soul around and all she heard was the whisper of the trees, the wind pulling at her to continue. And the smell of ripe, juicy apples. How could she resist? She stepped from the dirt gravel of the alley onto the green grassy lawn. And screamed as the green lawn swallowed her up and she fell into empty space. Tumbling and somersaulting, unable to grab onto anything to stop her rapid descent, it seemed like she fell a long way. And then she landed with a thump onto soft ground. She lay for a moment to catch her breath before trying to move. Finally, opening her eyes, she gazed around. Everything was so very green. She heard a noise coming from the other side of the bushes where she had landed. Curiosity got the better of her and, rising to her knees, she slowly separated the branches. Her mouth rounded in a shocked “oh” at what she saw. “Oh, my.” She stomach fluttered and her pussy cream began to flow.

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CHAPTER 2 She blinked because she couldn’t believe what she was viewing was real. It all had to be a dream caused by that gypsy woman. But, oh, what an amazing dream it was. Either that or she’d gone without sex for far too long. She leaned forward and parted the bushes farther. There were two…creatures standing in a clearing. One had gleaming skin the color of decadent dark chocolate and the other the color of glistening honey. Both were obviously male by the healthy male anatomy they exhibited. They stood in the clearing, stroking and kissing each other. The lighter one with the white blond hair was backed against the solid trunk of a huge oak tree, his hand stroking the sculpted back of the 9

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darker male. What was the oddest thing was that the male with his back to her had a long dark tail that looked like it belonged on a lion, with a tuft of dark hair at the end, and rather than feet he had hooves. Gillian blinked and squinted, and rubbed at her eyes, but the scene in front of her didn’t alter. Then she almost dropped back in shock when they exchanged places and she saw that the honey-colored male also had a tail, but his looked more like a pure-white horse’s tail. A dark hand reached around beneath the tail and stroked at the man’s bare buttocks. Then suddenly the darker man whirled the other one around and pushed him to the ground on all fours at an angle to where she stood. She almost gasped out loud when she saw his face. She didn’t think she’d ever seen such beautiful features on a man. Fine-boned, yet strong, nostrils flaring, lips stretched tight in what looked like a grimace, yet flooded with a wealth of lust as he arched his head, humping back and forth. “Give it to me, Hamlin. Mount me,” he said in a deep, musical voice that had her panties so wet she couldn’t believe it. She heard him grunt and knew the other one had most likely penetrated him. What she wouldn’t give to be lying beneath him and feeling that long, swaying penis deep inside her pussy, moving in counter rhythm to the one he called Hamlin. Oh, God, yes. Again, she was shocked when she saw that two small horns protruded from the black man’s head at either side of his 10

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temples. The look on his face was one of total lust as he pushed the white tail aside and thrust his hips, seating himself completely. Taking the long, white hair of the man beneath him into two fists, like his hands were threaded through a pair of bridle reins, he began to thrust, his thigh muscles bulging. “Give me a ride, Evangelo, worthy of your half-breed blood.” She saw Evangelo’s muscled arms bend, lowering his torso to the ground as he rocked his hips powerfully against the man riding him, his head forced up by the tight grip on his long hair. “Fuck me, Ham, see if you can stay seated. If it were your day, I’d be the one covering you.” He reared and bucked against the man riding him and Hamlin held on for all he was worth, his hooves digging into the soft ground beneath him, leaving deeply rutted tracks along the ground as he pushed into Evangelo, shoving him forward. There was determination in Evangelo’s face. And pleasure as Hamlin ground himself against his mount, slamming in again and again. His ebony skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, muscles rippling as he rode the man beneath him hard. It was the most amazing scene she had ever witnessed and her clitoris throbbed for attention. She could see Hamlin’s thick, black, glistening prick push in and pull out of Evangelo’s opening. The puckered narrow entrance blooming to wrap around the big tool. Gillian couldn’t help herself, and she reached up to rub against her denim-covered crevice as she watched the two rutting men in the clearing. God, if any of 11

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the men who’d dated her over the years had an ounce of the testosterone of either of these men, she probably wouldn’t be here now, panting to have Evangelo’s cock buried inside her. Hamlin’s thrusts pushed Evanglo forward time after time until they reached the middle of the clearing. Gillian felt the aching swirl of desire rising like a furnace blast through her body as she pressed the heel of her hand tightly against her damp center. “I can go on like this for hours, my trusty steed. You’ll never unseat me and the bet will be won.” “Are you tiring, Hamlin?” Evangelo swiveled his hips against the demanding rider. “Are you ready to come? I can feel you growing, tightening inside me, filling my ass. Give me your seed. It belongs to me today.” “Stud. I give your gift when I’m ready. You owe me for the maiden you stole. I’ll have my own back before this day is done.” Evangelo’s laughter pulled deep from his throat, sending tingles down Gillian’s spine. “She thought me the prize and you the devil. Not that she was far wrong. You owe me pleasure today. We’ll settle the wager another way.” Hamlin thrust again and Evangelo grunted and groaned. “Bastard stud. I’ve waited a year to have you beneath me again. Just like this.” He untwined one hand from his hair and stroked it over his long spine. “Just like this. No woman could give you what I can provide. You belong to me for this fucking ride.” “Women are soft as silk and share a different gift. Your 12

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big, hot prick rifting my crack is merely another craving I can’t resist.” The earthy sounds of the men as they rutted and their songlike, lust-filled voices were almost too much for Gillian. It was so erotic, and she rubbed harder against her crease. And then she was climaxing just as she heard Hamlin shout and plunge, sealing his cock inside Evangelo’s hole, and Evangelo shot up to his knees, fisted his own enormous cock, spurting streams of cum onto the ground. When they were done, Hamlin pulled free and they both fell onto their sides in the grass. Evangelo twisted around onto his side to face Hamlin, who now lay on his back, a satisfied grin on his face. It gave her a great view of Evangelo’s ass, or would have if the long, thick beautiful tail hadn’t been in the way. Who were they? And did she dare make herself known to them? What would it be like to be made love to by a pair such as them? And what manner of creature where they? Suddenly she felt her arms yanked painfully back and without warning something was clamped around her wrists restraining her. “Well look what I found here,” a female voice said from behind her. “Wait, what are you doing?” Gillian frantically fought against the restraints to no avail. She managed to pull free, but without the balance of her arms, only managed to fall forward onto the ground. She rolled over and found herself in for another shock. Standing above her was a woman. Well, maybe that wasn’t quite the 13

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right way to describe her, but she couldn’t possibly admit that this person looked like a fairy. A red fairy, literally having red-hued flesh, and with huge glittering wings, scantily clad in sheer red chiffon wisps that hid nothing from view. Her eyes were almond-shaped with long black, glittery lashes, and eyes the color of the vivid green leaves on the tree. “Who are you?” The woman laughed. “To you I am Vannora, a fire fairy, if you didn’t know. And you…are human.” “Well, yeah.” “A human I’ve captured who will now be my slave. You have trespassed into a place you should not have entered.” Her gaze narrowed as she looked at the horn where it had fallen. “What is this?” She leaned down to pick it up. “I was told it was a gift.” Vannora looked back at her, studying her intently. “Who from? No human would have possession of something this magical.” She scrambled to her knees, trying to rise from the ground. Vannora lifted a dainty bare foot and shoved her forcefully back to the ground. “A gypsy woman.” Vannora leaned over her. “What was her name?” “D-Derreka.” “Frog feathers. Then I can’t keep you.” “Of course you can’t keep me. And this is a dream anyway. So it doesn’t matter.” Vannora laughed. “So you think. I assume she sprinkled you with glamour or you wouldn’t have even been able to get 14

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here.” “And just exactly where is here?” Vannora hauled her up to her feet. “All in good time. Right now I get to present Evangelo his birthday gift. Oh, he’s going to love this.” She pushed Gillian through the bushes into the opening. “Evangelo,” she called. “Look what I found.” The two men broke apart slowly and looked around. Seeing Gillian, they quickly rose up and waited for her to advance into the clearing. “What do you have there?” Hamlin asked as his glowing eyes surveyed Gillian closely. That look make her feel like she was wearing nothing at all and she tried to take a step back. He sniffed loudly. “She smells human.” Vannora laughed. “She is, my love.” She held out the golden horn. “And apparently a gift for Evangelo. A gift bearing a gift.” Evangelo stepped forward and took the horn from Vannora’s hand, studying it. Then he looked at Gillian. She saw something that resembled recognition in his eyes, quickly masked as he studied her. His expression was not much different than Hamlin’s, and yet it was and her knees felt like they had turned to gelatin. A half-smile curled his lips. And what a handsome mouth it was. “My mother has been very generous. I wonder how she knew? What a lovely surprise.” “Your mother? Who are you? What are you?” Gillian couldn’t help blurting out. “And why am I handcuffed?” 15

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Evangelo turned his attention to Vannora and tilted his head. His magnificent tail swished back and forth behind him. “Vannora? Why is she handcuffed?” She shrugged. “I thought I’d caught myself a new human slave to serve me. But apparently not.” He walked over to Gillian. “You want to know what we are?” “Well, yes. And where am I?” Although she was starting to have a feeling she might have a very good idea of where she was. He watched her for a long time, making her nervous. “I am a unicorn. Well, half unicorn, rightly speaking.” He placed a hand against her heaving breasts. She tried to pull away, but he squeezed her nipple, holding her in place. “It looks to me like you have a fondness for my kind.” She sucked in a painful breath as his grip on her nipple tightened. He was obviously referring to the image on her T-shirt, but that didn’t explain why she was here. “You don’t look like a unicorn. You look more like a man with a tail stuck in his rear.” He leaned close and sniffed at her skin. Then he looked into her eyes. “And you, my lovely human, don’t smell like a virgin. My mother is obviously losing her touch, or virgins are much harder to come by these days. She always sends me a virgin on my birthday. I wonder how she found you.” She winced and tried to pull away, but his grip allowed no release whatsoever. “Would you mind letting me go? That’s quite painful.” 16

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“Painful?” He altered his hold until he was pressing the cloth-covered nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With the finger of his other hand, he brushed gently across the tip of the stretched bud. Gillian gasped with an odd sensation of pleasure as he did so. And then he did it again. He smiled as he saw the look of dark lust fill her expression, tightening her body. Slowly he released her nipple and brushed a soothing finger across the needy bud. Then he turned to his friends. “She will do. Yes, she will do very nicely.”

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CHAPTER 3 “What do you mean ‘I’ll do’?” “My mother would not have sent you here if you weren’t open to a little…adventure. For that matter, you never would have found her. You obviously have the need for some spark of faerie in your life. And now you’re going to get it.” “She was watching the two of you from the bushes. That’s how I caught her,” Vannora said. “She was getting herself off.” Hamlin’s dark brows rose. “How interesting.” He sauntered over to her. “Did you enjoy what you saw, pretty human?” His dark hand brushed across her swollen breast and she 18

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shuddered at the contact. She tried to look away, but he caught her under her chin and forced her to look at him. Once that connection was made, she couldn’t look away. Somehow he imprisoned her in that instant. “Did you enjoy it?” he repeated the question. She wanted to lie, but that look wouldn’t let her. “Y-yes, I enjoyed it.” He nodded. “I thought you did. You wanted to be a part of it, didn’t you? You liked watching our rutting, but you wanted to be in the middle of it. Who was it you wanted fucking you, I wonder? Tell me.” She bit her lip and clenched her hands together tightly, fighting the need to answer him truthfully. But in the end she lost. “Him. The one you called Evangelo. I wanted him inside me.” “Enough, Hamlin, she’s mine. You can’t have this one.” Hamlin released her and turned away with a sigh. “Very well, Evangelo. It seems it’s you she wants anyway. I concede the point. But you haven’t unwrapped your present yet. I’m dying to see what she looks like. And then she must be prepared. The unicorn prince’s consort can’t accompany you to the party looking like this. It would be entirely too embarrassing.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Gillian was now starting to feel a bit frantic. What where they planning to do to her? Evangelo stepped forward. He glared at Hamlin. “Let me handle this. The two of you are making her skittish. Any 19

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minute now she’ll try to bolt, and a lot of good that will do us. Or her. If she’s anxious, she won’t want to play her part at my little party.” “Oh, very well. I was just having a bit of fun. I’m a satyr. That’s what I do.” He stepped back, allowed Evangelo to move in closer once again. Evangelo stroked the side of her face. It reminded her of someone trying to get a nervous filly to calm down. “No one is going to do anything you won’t enjoy, if you just allow yourself to submit to the pleasure. And nothing will be done to you that can’t be undone at some point. It’s not every human woman who is allowed to enter our world and to participate in my birthday festivities.” Gillian looked at him suspiciously. She found herself leaning into his touch, wanting more of it, wanting to press against him. She wanted him to kiss her. “Exactly what do you have in mind?” His eyes fastened onto her lips, almost as though he had read her mind. His mouth curved into a smile as he brushed his thumb over her lips. “You admitted that you enjoyed watching our little gambol earlier. And that you’d like to join us. You are here to act as my consort for the day and attend me at my party. Wouldn’t you like to attend a faerie ball, with a unicorn prince?” He pressed his thumb against the seam of her lips and involuntarily they parted and he slid it inside. Her tongue swirled over his digit, her eyes fastened to him. She saw his pupils darken, his expression grow heavy, as he released his 20

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thumb from her mouth. A protest almost escaped her, but instead she inhaled the shuddering breath and swallowed the denial. Yet she couldn’t help licking her lips trying to hold onto his musky taste, savoring it like the last drops of a fine wine. “I have to say, you don’t act much like a unicorn. And you don’t look like one.” He turned and pointed his buttocks toward her, indicating his full white tail positioned just above his crack. “This doesn’t tell you anything?” She had to admit, it wasn’t every man she met that sported a gorgeous tail. One she wanted to touch and fondle with lingering appreciation. She nodded toward Hamlin. “What about him? He has hooves, but you don’t.” Evangelo smiled. “It’s my birthday. I wanted him to keep the hooves. I find them very sexy. Especially on naughty Hamlin. They suit him.” What could she say to that, for heaven’s sake? “Ummm, I see.” “At my birthday, those who attend the festivities dress as I dictate. It is at my discretion that you are chosen to be a member of my personal entourage. That means everyone now includes you, if you so choose, and you must be outfitted as befits my consort—the position I have chosen for you.” She looked over at Vannora. “And her?” “Ah, Vannora. Such a naughty minx. Vannora is a fire faery who attends the court.” “She serves me,” Hamlin said roughly. “Yes, that’s true. Right now her bond belongs to Hamlin.” 21

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” “She’s made a deal with the satyr and now she must serve him for a set period of time until she pays off her bargain. But today, she’s dressed the way I want her dressed.” He turned back to Gillian. “So, pretty human, will you join my entourage as my consort? You must agree. There will be no second offer. Most humans don’t get a first invitation to join the faerie court. You should indeed feel honored that you are chosen.” She couldn’t believe it, but her instincts where screaming at her to agree. Her body was demanding it. “For one day.” “One day only. An opportunity for further negotiation may be presented later.” Bargains. This place was run by bargains, with pitfalls everywhere, and she was going to have to be very careful. Bargains with fae folk could be very dangerous, at least that’s what she had read. He placed a warm hand on the curve of her hip, and she felt a strange heat envelope her that slipped down to fist inside her pussy. “A bargain for my agreement.” His sensual gaze snapped to her face and she saw interest there. “What a delight. What bargain would you have?” “A basket of fresh faerie fruit when I leave at the end of the day—the end of a human day.” He laughed. “You are very quick. Isn’t she, Hamlin? Very shrewd. It shall be done. A basket of fresh fruit from the faerie court. It can be quite dangerous you know, and addicting. It might be more than you expect and not quite what you would 22

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like.” “I’ll take my chances. So I’ll be your consort for one human day and you will give me a basket of fresh faerie fruit from this realm. Are we agreed?” He nodded regally. “We are agreed. Is there anything else or are we ready to begin?” She wanted to add the request that he fuck her here and now, but she thought better of it. She didn’t know exactly what a consort would be expected to do and that might just be a part of what was expected. She certainly hoped so, but she didn’t want to seem too pushy. “Okay. You won’t hurt me?” Gillian was actually quite intrigued about what was going to happen. And aroused by this whole situation. She especially found Evangelo quite…compelling. The thought of becoming his consort and what that might entail made her wish they would hurry up with whatever they were planning to do next. “Believe me, you will enjoy every minute of it. It will be absolutely…magical.” “What about the handcuffs?” “Oh, they’ll stay on for now. Are they uncomfortable?” “Well, no.” “And you’re ready to submit yourself to me. For today, that is.” She hesitated a fraction of an instant. He stroked the tips of his fingers over her cloth-covered breasts, his gaze on her heavy-lidded as he tracked that look over her body. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her with that 23

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amount of desire. One thing she had learned over the years was not to turn her back on something she truly wanted simply because of fear of the unknown. And she definitely wanted Evangelo. She lifted her chin. After all, she was getting something out of this deal that no other chef would ever be able to duplicate. And maybe something rather sensually delightful that would be a little more personal. Who was she kidding, a lot more personal. “I’m ready.” “Will you unwrap her already?” Hamlin growled. “Need help?” “I’ll do the unwrapping myself. You and Vannora may help accessorize.” Unwrap? Accessorize? What exactly had she let herself in for? Her brain might tell her to reconsider, but her body hummed with possibilities.

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“You’re talking like I’m not even here.” He turned a cool gaze to her face, waved a hand, snapped his fingers briskly, and she found herself gagged with a silk scarf. “I did warn you,” he said. He snapped his fingers in front of her chest and her bra disappeared. She tried to protest, but with the gag, it wasn’t much use. He moved away, arced a hand behind his back and then brought it back around. Only this time he was holding a white riding crop. Her eyes widened. “It appears you may require some discipline.” He handed the crop to Vannora. “Use it if she fidgets or makes any more noise.” Gillian saw Vannora grin and watched her accept the crop much too quickly for her liking. She had a feeling Vannora had done this before. She stepped behind her, her perky little breasts bouncing beneath the flimsy material as she moved around. Gillian held her breath, expecting to feel the sting of the crop at any moment. Her gaze widened when she felt cool fingers at the top of her panties as they gently pulled the fabric down to expose her bottom. A soft breeze stroked against her bared flesh, but no pain from the crop. Yet the nerve endings in her ass were now awakened and completely attentive, magnifying the least hint of breeze, tightened and throbbing in expectation. “Finish it, Evangelo.” Hamlin stroked his huge cock as he looked at her, his eyes burning with lust. “We must see it all. Why do you always take so much time to unwrap your presents? I do have other things I could be doing right now.” 26

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His fingers flicked over the head of his prick, gathering moisture, then sliding back down the broad length. Evangelo glared at him. “My present, my time. Be gone if you have the urge.” Hamlin released his prick and waved his hand in the air. “Forget I said anything, you testy creature. Continue.” Evangelo pointed to her feet and snapped his fingers and suddenly she was barefoot and could feel the cool carpet of thick green grass beneath her feet. She made a sound of protest and immediately felt the heat of the crop against her ass cheeks. She gasped, but didn’t try to speak again, knowing it would connect with her flesh once more if she made the slightest sound. Staring at her hip, Evangelo fingered the top of her white panties, slipping a digit inside and skirting the fabric elastic and warm skin, he traced toward the front, halting at a most sensitive juncture, he pressed his finger into her resilient skin and she gasped at the skittering, pleasurable sensation that traveled downward, making her shudder. She heard Hamlin chuckle. “Whatever you did that time, she liked it very much, Vang.” “Yes, she did.” And he did it again. She shivered and felt her cream collecting at the juncture of her thighs. The back of her panties exposed her bum, but the front had managed to stay relatively in place. His hand warned her that was about to change. Pressing the fabric down, the front of the material now barely covered her mound, with hardly any purpose except to offer intriguing glimpses of pale, curling 27

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hair, a mere white strip of bunched, silky fabric. Why didn’t he wave her panties away like everything else? What he was doing now was excruciatingly erotic and driving her desire up several notches to a level of heat that had her rubbing her thighs together. Whap! Another stinging smack from the crop. “None of that,” Evangelo said. He pushed her thighs apart. “You aren’t allowed to climax until I say so.” She couldn’t help the groan, and again the crop landed against her bared buttocks. “I’m enjoying this,” she heard Vannora say from behind her. “Her behind is turning such a nice striped shade of red. I’m sure it will be just a beautiful color by the time she is fully accessorized.” Gillian decided it was most definitely going to be a long day. But then she looked at Evangelo. Her gaze lowered to the thrusting erection, the flared head leaking pre-cum. If she could have dropped to her knees right then and there she would have. He stepped closer and she held her breath, the excruciating lust running rampant through her body was almost more than she could stand. But she knew if she moved again, she’d feel the heat of the crop on her ass. Evangelo carefully pushed the panties down her legs, a bit at a time until they were finally pooled at the ground around her feet. “Step out of them please.” 28

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She took two steps back and watched as he picked them up from the ground and handed them to Hamlin. “A gift for you,” he said. Hamlin accepted them and lifted the white, clingy material to his face, inhaling deeply. “Ah, human arousal. How delightful. You already have her extremely hot, my friend. Are you going to fuck her before we continue?” “No, not just yet.” Hamlin walked over to her as she stood there waiting with baited breath. His gaze raked slowly down her body, halting at her pussy. He lifted a finger to his lips as he seemed to consider something. “I think the pretty blond muff must go. What do you think, Vang?” Evangelo came up to stand beside him. They both studied her for a long time, and she felt herself growing hot with embarrassment. And lust. “Yes, I believe you’re right. The covering is lovely, but her pretty lips are too hidden from view. I’ll bet they are absolutely perfect beneath all that hair. She’s such a refined, elegant creature.” Evangelo reached between her legs, cupping her sex. She groaned as he inserted a finger into her pussy and her eyelids fluttered closed. Oh, she wanted to come so badly. She felt him rub his hand over her mound. The finger slipped out as he reached farther around, and she felt the digit rub over the opening of her puckered anus and back again as two fingers entered her pussy. She wanted to thrust against his penetration, it felt so wonderful. 29

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She started to move her hips and felt the heat of the crop. “Stand quite still, my pretty,” Evanglo said as he thrust his long fingers in and out of her vagina. “She’s very wet,” he said as he removed his fingers and stepped away. “Ah.” Hamlin sighed. “Beautiful. Much better. Her lips are quite lovely without the muff. Your present is unwrapped beautifully. Now to accessorize.” Evangelo circled around her. “The corset first, I think.” “Yes, I believe you’re right.” Hamlin was the one to wave his hands in the air this time, outlining her figure in an “s” curvy movement. Suddenly she felt like she couldn’t breath. She looked down to find her waist impossibly cinched in by a red corset, appearing almost two inches less than her usual size. Her breasts were pushed up and seemed enormous, the cups of the bodice rested just below, revealing the dusky nipples. The bottom barely pushed past the enhanced flare of her hips, revealing quite obviously her now smooth, bare pussy. With lips that were decidedly wet from her arousal. Her gaze locked onto Evangelo, who now stood in front of her. “I don’t like the red. It should be white with long gold fringe.” Hamlin waved his hands again and the color of the corset altered. Gillian could see the fringe now covered her smooth pussy, just barely. The front fringe was shorter and it lengthened at the sides and then she could feel it resting lightly against her buttocks. It was certainly an illusory protection, because the moment she began walking it would render the 30

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fringe highly ineffective for covering her private parts, offering tantalizing glimpses of her cunt and ass. Evangelo smiled. “Yes, exactly right.” “Her hair needs to be fixed,” Vannora said from behind. “She can’t have it falling in a mess like that.” Gillian felt the air shift as the faery behind her moved closer. “Hold this, Evangelo, while I fix it.” Gillian felt her hair lifted and pulled tightly at the top of her head. Vannora apparently fastened something around it to hold it in place and then she felt the thick length trail down past her shoulders at her back. “Oh, yes, much better.” “And now for the piece de resistance,” Hamlin said. “I think it will take both of us to prepare her, Vang. What do you think?” Hamlin stepped up next to Evangelo, his expression quite anticipatory. Gillian had no idea what to expect next and wasn’t certain she wanted to know. It was taking all her concentration to breathe. She found if she maintained shallow, steady breaths she was fine. And then she saw something appear in Evangelo’s hand and her gaze widened. Her protest behind the gag was practically useless. The crop struck her ass several times and she tried to tamp down the panic. She’d heard of this kind of fetish, but she’d never thought she’d actually be a part of something like this. What he held in his hand was a butt plug fashioned with a white horse’s tail at the end, and several white leather straps trailing from it. He reached out to cup her neck, his fingers kneading her 31

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skin as he attempted to quiet her. “My love, you are to be a unicorn’s consort at my party. You must be accessorized appropriately so that we match. Would you embarrass me at my own party?” Why was it what he was saying sounded so reasonable? That wasn’t right, was it? She tried to speak, to grasp what he was going to do. She wasn’t going to be hurt. It was nothing she couldn’t handle. And she was going to get that basket of fruit. That very special fruit. And there was the dangle of that something extra that she was beginning to need more and more. She didn’t dare try to rub her thighs together again; the sting of that crop was beginning to get aggravating if not downright painful. And it was having an added effect she had not quite expected. She was an adventurous girl; she could handle this. Actually, if she were honest with herself, she was quite intrigued by the prospect of becoming the unicorn’s consort. Straightening her shoulders, she lifted her head and looked at Evangelo. Then at the tail plug. The muscles of her butt flexed and released. Okay, she could do this. She nodded her head.

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CHAPTER 5 “I knew you were the adventurous kind,” Evangelo said. “Perfect. And you won’t find the preparation all that bad, I assure you.” He led her over to a fallen log. Then he assisted her to drop to her knees. “Lean over the log,” he instructed and he clasped her arm to steady her as she did. He widened her legs and she felt the cool air swirl over her bare pussy. She didn’t think she’d ever felt quite so vulnerable before. She swallowed hard. Then she felt his hands on her cheeks, kneading and separating. “Vannora, the special oil.” Then she felt something cold trickle along her crack. He trailed a warm hand over her cheek and then drew a 33

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finger along the separation between her cheeks. “So lovely,” he said. And then she gasped as an oily finger pressed into the small bud. He penetrated slowly and steadily, thrust and retreat, time and time again. She felt the smarting pain of the crop stripes as a lingering echo, but something edgier was starting to take hold of her and she couldn’t help wiggling her hips as she felt his finger completely penetrate, allowing her time to get used to the invasion, and then retreat, her channel folding in sensuously as he exited. The next time he entered her, it was different. He had to be using two fingers, and she felt herself expanded, the walls of her colon splitting open as he eased inside, enfolding his digits. She felt the trickle of more oil over her hot entrance and her senses began to burn, to itch for release. Sweat broke out on her skin as she sought the orgasm she was denied. And there was nothing she could do about it except moan behind the scarf muffling the sounds she made. “I think she likes it,” Hamlin suggested. He stood in front of her, and Gillian saw Vannora slink up to him and wrap her fingers around his stiff erection. Did these creatures never go limp? And then her attention shifted as it felt like three fingers now penetrated her anus, widening her impossibly. She shoved her hips up and back, unable to stop herself, begging to be fucked. So many sensations were running through her right now. All of them filled with elemental lust. “I think she needs something else before we finish here.” 34

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He leaned closer to her, and she felt his breath next to her ear. “I think you want to climax, don’t you? Very badly.” He swiped a finger along the slit of her dripping vagina. “Oh, yes, my lovely, I definitely think a little different attention before we continue.” She nodded her head frantically, her ponytail swishing around her shoulders. And then she held her breath as she felt the tip of his cock swirling at the entrance to her needy pussy. Oh, yes, she definitely needed this. Her gaze caught the movement of the other couple as Vannora leaned up to capture Hamlin’s lips and he dipped down to kiss her deeply. Then he pushed her back against the tree. It was the same tree he’d been beneath when she had first seen him fucking Evangelo. Expertly he separated her legs and Gillian saw his cock disappear. Vannora squealed, lifting her legs to lock around his hips. Watching them simply made her hotter and, of her own accord, she widened her thighs and Evangelo’s prick sank easily inside her ready channel. She groaned with relief and pleasure and desire all at the same time. There was a tinge of pain as he seated himself fully and brushed against her warmed derriere. But it felt so good and he filled her so completely. The moans, the sucking, the screams from the other couple sent the lust spiraling like a tornado along her emotions. She saw Hamlin hammering at Vannora’s pussy. He had her hands locked above her head and had taken full possession of the undulating faery. 35

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Evangelo circled inside her, rolling his hips against her and she thought she would faint with the pleasure. Oh, Gawd, yes. And in answer she thrust her hips back. “Steady my girl, steady,” he said as he clamped his hands onto her hips to hold her in place. “You’ll have your orgasm very soon.” Then she heard him chuckle. “It looks like Hamlin and Vannora couldn’t wait either.” Her eyes had been fastened on their lusty, erotic coupling as Evangelo pounded into her fast and deep. Vannora’s head was thrown back and she was howling with her own pleasure. The sounds in the clearing mingling together, rising up into the sky, echoing back, again and again. She saw Hamlin buck one last time and then knew he had spurted his seed into Vannora’s cunt. Her eyes widened when she saw Vannora’s wings change from red to orange. Licks of flame enveloped them, appearing and disappearing over and over, and Gillian could only assume it signaled she had reached her own climax. Someday she was going to question why she was so accepting of everything that was happening to her, but now was not the moment as Evangelo began moving inside her and the feeling was absolutely exquisite. As his rhythm grew more intense, his hand circled around in front. One brush against her clit and she was tumbling into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She gasped for breath, gulped in air as she dropped forward over the log. She felt him expand inside her, filling her to capacity, but he quickly pulled out and apparently spent his seed onto the ground. She couldn’t move and was totally 36

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boneless. Within minutes she felt the presence of something at her small, puckered open. It slid in almost too easily, lodging inside her. She was too spent to even think of tightening her muscles and resisting the sensation. Which was probably exactly what Evangelo had anticipated. She felt the long thin strap pressed upward over her mound and attached to a ring at the front of the corset. Then his hands circled around her waist as he pulled two more, thinner straps around and buckled them in front. Now the plug was securely fastened and no way was it coming out. She felt him fan the tail out. “Gorgeous and quite perfect.” Slowly he helped her to her feet. She was just a bit dizzy, and quite full in her ass, totally controlled with the tight corset, the straps containing the plug, and the handcuffs. She was completely at the mercy of this sexy man-creature. And, admittedly, loving it. He walked her away from the trees and then turned back. “Vannora. Come. It is time for you to teach her the high step. Once that is accomplished it will be time to go. A few laps around the field should be sufficient. High steps? Now what were they planning? Her mind was too fuzzy to ponder much on the subject, and then Vannora was at her side. She took possession of Gillian’s arm and led her away from the men. Gillian felt the strange tail brushing against the backs of her legs, the plug pressing against the walls of her colon. She was slowly getting used to the presence of the plug, 37

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but still felt terribly filled. And as she walked, the leather strap between her legs felt deliciously, darkly exciting. She turned her head to look back at Evangelo and found Hamlin was kissing him deeply, his fingers tweaking at a distended nipple. And both men had cocks jutting out as stiff as logs. She had to admit she felt very envious right now. And then she felt a swat on her buttock. “Pay attention, little filly, or you’re going to have a very, very sore behind before we’re done.” Gillian had no doubt that Vannora was enjoying every minute of this. Yet, she did have a look of satisfaction on her face, so maybe the little session with Hamlin would have softened her a bit. Not.

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Heaven alone knew what the finishing touches would be. She wasn’t certain she was up to much more. Evangelo held out his hand. “The bells, please.” Hamlin handed him something that tinkled. Evangelo leaned forward and pinched her nipple between two fingers. The bell had a small adjustable circular ring which he placed around the hard bud of her nipple, then tightened it. He then moved to the other nipple. “Lovely,” he murmured. “The headdress.” Vannora handed him a gold circlet that he place on her forehead and attached beneath her ponytail. And then lastly, he removed the handcuffs and kneaded her arms. He turned to smile at Hamlin. “Isn’t she lovely? She will most certainly outshine anyone at the ball.” Hamlin nodded as he reached out for Vannora and drew her to his side. “Quite stunning. Most assuredly an improvement over last year’s gift from the queen.” Evangelo linked his arm through hers, twining his fingers with hers as they moved toward a path at the edge of the forest. “Remember to step high, my lovely. My mother is very strict about perfect form at these events.” She worked her jaw. “How far do we have to go?” “Not far. I’m certain you’re hungry after the wickedly exhausting preparations.” He leaned closer and licked her ear. “But I have enjoyed my present immensely thus far.” Stepping smartly along beside him, with Hamlin and Vannora trailing behind, they moved quickly along the dirt trail. 40

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“How is it you are the son of the faerie queen? Was your father a unicorn?” “A cursed unicorn actually. He had been doomed to remain in the form of a mortal man and my mother fell in love with him and saved him. But not before they had a very pleasant lovers’ interlude. Once she engaged the witch in a duel, and won I might add, he reverted back to his true form of a unicorn and she never saw him again. But I was born of the liaison—half faery, half unicorn, and all shapeshifter when in the human world. I usually find I spend more time on two legs than four.” Periodically they would halt and he would touch her, smooth his hands over the corset, tweak the bell, or cup her buttocks. Hamlin and Vannora would close in, stroking her hair, her face, tugging on the tail. And then they would continue. By the time they had reached the end of the path, she was panting with desire. She felt the wetness of her cream coating the leather strap and her thighs, the scent of her arousal permeating the air. Gillian tried to keep her mind on the path they were following, but every touch sent her libido soaring. A smack on her ass by Vannora recalled her situation, and she remembered to step high, prancing next to him. As they turned a corner, she was presented with a wondrous sight and stopped dead. “Oh, my.” At the end of the clearing was a long dais with a golden table and chairs. Torchlights were set at the corners of the clearing. Faeries and other creatures danced and mingled 41

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through the setting. So many fireflies all fluttering around, lighting the area like twinkling stars. Evangelo led her forward. “First I must present you to the queen.” “The one who supposedly gave me to you as a gift?” “Yes, the very one. She will be truly amazed by your transformation. But certainly expect no less.” “I’ll admit, it’s a little unsettling being here among all these people practically naked and with a tail sticking out of my butt.” He chuckled. “But you look totally adorable. Look around you. No one comes overdressed to my party. Everyone would expect my consort to be dressed appropriately.” She did look around and found that he spoke the truth. There were naked men and women, elves with pointed ears who were dressed in almost nothing leading others by leashes, green and red and blue faeries, their colored skin the only covering. Some that looked like the pictures of goblins she’d seen in the past. All sorts of different creatures in various stages of undress. And, as she looked closer, she realized some of them were in couples and groups at the edges of the clearing, making love. “Oh, my.” She looked away, rather embarrassed. Though why she should be she didn’t know, not after what she’d witnessed with Hamlin and Vannora earlier. But then she’d been in a state of sexual heat herself. “Here’s where we leave you, my friend,” Hamlin said. 42

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“You know how much I hate the queen’s pomp and ceremony. And she’s not overly fond of me anyway.” Evangelo turned around and hugged his friend and then kissed him. He stroked a hand along the side of his face. “Another birthday, my friend. Yours will be just as grand I’m sure.” “Enjoyable to be certain. We’ll think of something very, very naughty before then to adventure.” He turned to look at Gillian. “A pleasure, my dear. If Vang hadn’t wanted you, you most certainly could have had a place at my side. I find you quite delectable.” He leaned forward and, as he claimed a deep kiss, he slid the flat of his hand across the leather strap covering her pussy, pressing it between her lips and against her throbbing clit. She shuddered when he finally released her. He grinned rakishly at Evangelo. “She’s still quite hot and tasty. You’d best take care of that soon or I may have to come back to do it for you.” “Off with you. I’ll take care of my own, thank you.” Hamlin grabbed Vannora’s arm. “Come along faery slut, time to party.” She pouted at him, but hurried after him, hips swaying sensually. Gillian gasped as two seconds later her gauzy outfit had disappeared and she was covered solely in crimson flesh. Evangelo slipped his arm through hers and guided her toward the dais. “My mother awaits.” “Are you certain about this?” “Quite. It is expected.” “I can’t believe all these fireflies. It looks so pretty, like 43

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little stars lighting up the night.” “They aren’t bugs, my dear. They’re flutterbees, or microfaeries.” She turned to look at him wide-eyed. “Faeries?” “Exactly. Now come along.” The attendees parted as Evangelo led her toward the dais. A woman dressed in a long, glittery dress of white and gold, with a vee in front dipping to her navel and exposing the firm curve of her breasts, sat on a gold throne chair. The amazing dress was studded with what looked like diamonds. Gillian assumed she was the queen because she wore a jewelencrusted crown on her head. Her regal attention was on them as Gillian was escorted forward by Evangelo. “Mother,” Evangelo said as he bowed to her. “I thank you for this celebration and my most delightful gift.” He brought Gillian forward. “Queen Derrika, may I present my consort this evening.” Gillian tried to curtsey as best she could, but feared she failed miserably. She did indeed recognize a hint of the woman who had given her the golden horn. Now that she thought about it, the horn had disappeared once Vannora had shown it to Evangelo. She happened to glance at the wide gold belt the queen wore and noticed a horn hung at her waist. The queen obviously saw where she was looking and nodded her head. “Yes, it has returned to its rightful place. The horn has done its work well.” She turned to look at her son. “I believe she may be a keeper. I was getting tired of your reticence.” 44

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Evangelo turned to look at Gillian and surveyed her from head to toe. “I must say, in this instance your impatience may have been worthwhile. Yes, Mother, I certainly believe you may be correct.” He linked his arm through Gillian’s and led her along the dais to take their seats on the other side of the food-laden table. He pulled forward a special elongated bench for her to sit down on and then helped her to fluff out her tail. Taking his seat next to her, he reached over and picked up a goblet and handed it to her, and then picked up one for himself. She sipped from the glass and murmured appreciatively at the honeyed taste of the mead. “This is delicious.” Evangelo smiled. “I’m glad you like it. We won’t stay long, as I want to have you all to myself. We will eat first and enjoy a bit of the entertainment.” “I must go home soon. You realize that.” He gazed at her. “Yes, I remember our agreement. It will be as agreed.” Just then servants arrived at their table with trays filled with succulent delicacies. Gillian had to wonder how this night would end. And if she really wanted it to. What was it he’d said earlier about possible re-negotiation?

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slightest departure from protocol could land them in some very hot water. Only the very best and brightest served the faery queen’s court. And then there was entertainment, all for Evangelo’s enjoyment. Jugglers and dancers, magicians and wizards, each vying to win the coveted golden horn that the queen would bestow upon them which could, if used correctly, enhance their own powers for a year’s time. Each of the performers would be judged by the queen and her inner court of attendants. Evangelo sliced a strawberry and then dropped it into a goblet of mead. He took a gulp and then handed her the goblet. She finished the remainder. It was quite delicious. He then leaned forward and claimed her lips in a long and exciting kiss. The fingers of one hand delved beneath the gold fringe of her corset to tease at the leather now pressed between her engorged labia lips. She shuddered with pleasure. He lifted away and looked down at her. “I think it’s time for us to leave the party. I want you all to myself for the remainder of the night.” At the moment she couldn’t agree more. He rose from the table and took her hand, leading her off the platform and across the circle. Many people stopped him along the way, wanting to wish him well on his birthday. An older elf blocked her way and squinted up at her. “Evangelo,” he called, and her unicorn lover stopped to look back at him. “What do you want, Jacko?” 47

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“Are you interested in a bargain?” He leered up at Gillian. Evangelo chuckled and tugged on her hand, enfolding her possessively beneath the curve of his arm. “Not tonight, friend. Not with this one.” He pulled her along, apparently determined to get clear of the crowd. Finally she found herself on a silent path that cut through the forest. He wheeled around and took her in his arms, arching her back as he nipped at her exposed neck and down across the contained mounds of her breasts. The bells tinkled in the silence and she lost her breath at the feel of his hard body against hers. “I can’t wait to get you back to the castle. The night has only just begun.” He spun away and picked up his pace. She increased hers as well in order to keep up with him. “What time is it?” “Midnight. Quite early yet.” They reached the end of the path and, peering through the darkness, she stopped in her tracks. Before her was a huge castle highlighted against the full moon. “Oh, my, how beautiful. This is where you live?” “Sometimes. Tonight we’ll make fine use of my suite of rooms. Come with me. There’s a side entrance.” He began to run and she again tried to keep up with him, the bells chiming merrily, announcing their presence. She felt the hairs of the tail brushed against her ass, her thighs. Surprisingly, she had almost become accustomed to the presence of the plug in her. 48

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They entered the castle through a red wooden door and then they climbed a circular set of stone steps. Higher and higher until they arrived at a blue door. He opened it and led her along a maze of passages until they encountered yet another door. He opened that and they passed down a darkened corridor, turned left, and then turned right, until she had no idea which direction they were walking in any longer. They mounted a gold, spiral staircase and he opened a gold door at the top. Stepping back, he motioned for her to precede him. Carefully, she moved past and caught her breath at the opulent, airy room. She had only seconds to take in the gold and crimson interior, the large bed that appeared big enough to hold ten, covered with a crimson spread, the thick cream colored rug beneath her feet, the ornate paintings of unicorns and naked maidens on the curved walls, and the starry night sky painted on the high ceiling, before he swung her around and lifted her off her feet. “You are mine tonight. Now I will show you the passion of a unicorn prince for his consort. I was not in the mood to share you with Hamlin tonight. I’ve waited for this moment patiently, for a very long time.” “What are you going to do?” she whispered as she slid down the front of his muscular body. His rigid cock nestled between her legs at the juncture of her thighs. She felt the hot flesh press against the leather strap covering her bare pussy. She felt the plug move as he rubbed against her. There obviously was nothing that even resembled embarrassment in this realm. 49

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As he lowered her to her feet, he reached between their bodies and unhooked the narrow leather belts that held the tail in place, and she felt it loosen. He then unsnapped the strap that pressed intimately against her pussy and it fell away as well. The cold air had her hissing with need. He pulled her tightly against him and then slowly removed the plug from her, leaving her feeling opened and emptied. “We can dispense with this for now,” he said as he tossed it away. “Now that your tight hole has been well-prepared, I plan to fill it with something much more alive.” Gillian trembled as his hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her against him. His lips closed over hers, his tongue burying deep into the moist depths of her mouth. He held her against him, imprisoned by his hands and his mouth as he moved across the room. He lay her on the bed and slowly undid the hooks of her tight corset. Finally she could breathe again. He lifted it away and tossed it across the room. Then he stood looking down at her. “Very beautiful. Hamlin was right, your pussy is far too lovely to hide.” He pushed her up farther onto the bed and spread her legs. The bells tittered and his heavy gaze connected with hers as he smiled and bent over her. “I like the bells. I think we’ll keep them for a while. And then he dipped his head and she arched up as his mouth clamped over her clit, sucking it deep into his mouth. The bells really did sing all around her as though the gates of ecstasy announced her arrival. His tongue pressed into her, pleasing her, pursuing her, 50

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driving her to the edge. It didn’t take long as she was more than ready to jump ever since the clearing. Each moment since then had kept her hot and ready and needy. She tumbled quickly as her orgasm spiraled through her. He sucked at her cream, licking greedily at her pleasure. His hands roved over her thighs, spreading and lifting, as he moved over her, fitting the tip of his penis at her entrance, shoving deep, spreading her wide, her screams filling the vast expanse of the room. He leaned down and sucked a bell-decorated nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue as he plunged and retreated, plunged and retreated, again and again. She saw stars before her eyes, like the flutterbees at the ball. It could have been the ceiling, but it felt like she was rising to meet them, unable to stop herself, surrounded by them. The intensity of the pleasure was overpowering as his cock lengthened, pressing against her cervix, nudging her womb. She was a wild woman beneath him, bucking and arching, undulating as the aching pleasure consumed her, swallowing her whole. Craving him with her last breath. He rode her hard, fast, and deep. His mouth claiming and branding her skin every step of the way. Like a wild mustang she raced across time and space, pushing hard to outdistance him. But it was no use as his cock flooded her pussy with his semen and she again shot over the edge of another orgasm. Time and again he brought her to the brink, driving her back, harnessing her to his demands, and she eagerly yielded 51

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to his control. He rolled to the side taking her with him, remaining seated inside her. She embraced him and stroked her hands along his sweat-slickened spine, stopping when she encountered his tail, reminding her he was no ordinary man, but someone special and unique, and beyond her understanding. The tail was so silky and thick, she couldn’t help stroking her fingers through the satiny strands, almost gossamer mist or like touching cottony clouds in the sky. “You like my tail.” “Mmmm,” she said as she laid her head against his broad chest. “It’s beautiful and very exotic.” She felt his hands at her cheeks and a finger entered her anus. She sucked in a breath. “Did you like your own? Or did you hate being treated as the consort to a unicorn? There are some who would find it intolerable.” She hesitated before answering him. With his cock lodged in her pussy and a finger in her anus she felt completely filled and so aroused. “I didn’t hate it,” she finally allowed herself to admit. The finger sank deeper. “What did you feel, my pretty?” With his other hand he gripped her jaw and forced her to look at him. She’d discovered earlier, when she looked into his eyes, just like with the satyr, she could not lie. “I-I loved it. I loved being your consort. I’ve loved every minute of our time together.” The finger left her anus and he rolled her onto her back 52

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and began moving again. He smiled down at her. “You are perfect. I always knew it.” Quickly, he turned over and she found herself on top. “Now that I’ve tamed you, ride me, my beauty. There is still much for us to share. And a great deal yet to learn.” She sat astride him, pulled herself up and slowly lowered down over him. His hands were on her hips, guiding her, connecting her to him. The bells pealed happily as she undulated over him. He reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing her nipples, making the little silver song titter and her pussy quiver around his heavy prick. She never wanted this night to end.

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CHAPTER 8 Gillian awoke slowly. Her body ached and she wasn’t certain exactly why, but she knew something wasn’t right. One eye opened and teared as the sun glared down at her. She moved and something pointed and painful dug into her back. And then she remembered. And shot up like a piece of bread out of the toaster. Quickly she looked down and found she was completely dressed in the clothes she’d been wearing…yesterday? She felt a twinge in her pussy and a deep ache between the cheeks of her ass. Oh, my God. What happened to me? She spun in a circle and found she’d been lying in a harvested wheat field. There wasn’t a house in sight. And her 54

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car was parked along the side of the deserted road. How had she gotten here? And where was the town of Unnikorn Kove? She was afraid to ask herself where Evangelo was. Or if he was even real. An ache started somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. She hadn’t had a chance to say good-bye. And then she spotted the basket. Slowly she leaned down and picked it up. The contents were covered by a square, white silk cloth with a unicorn embroidered in one corner. She lifted it and spied the fruit. She reached inside and drew out a small, juicy plum and bit into it. It tasted more perfect than she could have imagined. She finished the plum and then covered the rest of the fruit back up. Walking briskly, she headed toward her car. Trying the door, she found it was unlocked, her keys sitting in the ignition, her purse on the seat. She slipped in behind the wheel and then leaned her head against the hard surface. Why did she feel like crying? She had gotten what she wanted, hadn’t she? She’d made the bargain and he’d kept it. But suddenly she felt so alone, like the door on her happiness had been slammed shut behind her and she had no way to get back in. What had she done? She leaned back and took a deep breath. It would be better once she got back to the city. If only she knew which direction that was. There were no landmarks here to guide her. What had happened to the town and all the people? Why didn’t he ask me to stay? Or was it all a dream? Had she overworked herself to such 55

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an extent that she had wandered out into this field and just totally lost it? Hallucinated? She turned to look at the seat next to her. The basket was still there. How did she explain that? Gillian turned on the ignition and eased away from the side of the road. Eventually she would have to come upon a town and then she could get her bearings. Yet it seemed like each mile she drove farther away from the field felt like tearing out a piece of her heart. She couldn’t have expected to stay in that other world. She had people who depended on her, a company to build. Employees to look after. She heaved a deep sigh. Why is it life had to be so complicated? If Evangelo had asked her again in that last hour, rather than in the first, what she wanted, her answer would have been completely different. And she might not even be here to wonder about it. She might still be tucked in his arms in that gorgeous room. She would have asked to stay with him, to allow her to remain as his consort. To give back her tail and she would stay with him forever. She came to a sign indicating that Seattle was one hundred miles ahead. At least she was going in the right direction. Maybe he had known her answer would be different and he didn’t want her answer to change. Maybe, he didn’t want her. It had been his birthday and a time full of fun and frolic, not meant to last. She had been a gift for his birthday, not meant to be enjoyed beyond the day. Faeries had a very 56

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different sense of values than humans, didn’t they? She had just been another toy for him to play with. From the stories she’d read that was often how they viewed humans. As simply put in this world to serve as amusement for the inhabitants of the faerie realm. Well, she hoped she had amused adequately. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she dashed it away angrily. What was she thinking? She had a whole life set out for herself. Was she really just ready to toss it all way for one experience of great sex? Okay, it was phenomenal and mystical and magical and… Cut it out. Get your feet back on the ground, Gillian Darby. You are about to clinch the biggest deal of your life. The one you’ve always dreamed about. That little break from reality was not a forever sort of moment. The sane side of her brain was absolutely right. So why did she keep glancing over at the basket setting next to her and looking in the rearview mirror? The fruit was a very realworld reminder that it hadn’t been strictly a hallucination. Two hours later she pulled into the parking garage and turned off the engine. She picked up her purse and the basket and went up to her apartment. It felt like she’d been gone for a month rather than just one day. Something subtle had changed in her life and she didn’t want to admit it out loud. She carried the basket into the kitchen and prepared to wash the fruit. She’d felt a tad strange after eating the plum, but then she’d expected that. It was Fae fruit after all, not really meant to be consumed by humans. Tomorrow she 57

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planned to get this fruit down to the lab and have it minutely examined. It was what she’d bargained for and she was going to take full advantage of it. She wanted to know what its properties were and how she could use it to best advantage. She was going to have the most original bakery products on the planet. She lifted the cloth and cried out in dismay. Then the tears did pour down her cheeks in rivulets that would make a river bank flood over. Every last piece of fruit was spoiled, either all dried up or covered in mold like the basket had been setting for months on her counter. She dropped into a chair next to the table, grabbed a paper towel and blew her nose. The joke was on her. She had tried to make a deal with a creature from the faerie realm and this is what she got. No one dealt with faeries and came away unscathed. It was a long time before the tears finally stopped. Once she had managed to get herself under control, she threw away the sodden paper towels and walked back over to the counter and gazed down at the ruined fruit. She carried the basket over to the garbage and disposed of each piece, something inside her hoping that there might be at least one small piece left that would still be perfect. When she got to the bottom of the basket, she found a surprise, but it wasn’t a piece of fruit. Carefully, she picked up the small bell with the ring attached. And then the velvet wrapped packet. Both were nestled at the very bottom of the basket. 58

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She returned to sit at the table. Gillian remembered very well where the bell came from and her nipples tightened with that memory. Carefully, she peeled back the velvet material and was surprised to find a fine gold chain with a small gold locket inside. On the face of the locket was the lacquered picture of a white unicorn. She opened it to find a lock of white hair inside. She smoothed a finger over the tress and shivered with the memory. It had to be a shock of hair from Evangelo’s tail. Quickly she snapped the locket shut and threw it onto the table where it landed next to the bell. Why had he done this? What did it all mean? Had he done it simply to torment her, to remind her of what she couldn’t possess?

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CHAPTER 9 Four weeks later Gillian was dressing for work when something drew her to the locket resting on her dresser. Of course, that was nothing new because she picked it up, opened it, stroked the white locks inside, but never put it on, always returning it to the dresser before leaving. For some reason she’d always been afraid to try it on. As much as she wanted to forget, the passionate memories wouldn’t allow her to simply put it, and the giver, out of her mind. But something was different this morning and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but the urge…no, the absolute need…to wear the locket was so strong it was painful. She could not turn away without picking it up. 60

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Finally she gave in to the urge. After latching the chain around her neck, a sense of unusual calm settled over her as though the correct answer to a puzzle had finally been discovered. She cupped the locket with her hand as she left her apartment. It fit perfectly within the heart of her hand and was snugly warm against her palm. She pressed the down button for the elevator and when the doors slid open she stepped inside. A sudden wave of longing enveloped her and a pain settled around her heart. Gillian hadn’t felt the yearning this intensely since that first night back in her apartment. She could see Evangelo in front of her almost as though he was really there. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, but it was certainly the most vivid. God, how she wished she were with him right now. She wanted to share her recent success with someone. But not just any someone—with Evangelo. Even if he was a tad overbearing, she found that dominating aspect of his strange personality oddly arousing. And she missed him so much. How could she become so attached to someone in just a few hours of their company? Yet they had certainly been intense hours. She’d had no interest in dating anyone since her return. No desire for a quick one-night stand, no wish to hit the singles bars. Every time she even thought of sex the image of Evangelo was attached, dampening her desire for any possible substitute. Last week she had done the oddest thing and gone to an adult toy store and purchased a butt plug. Just inserting it 61

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reminded her of the surreal erotic experience and she could almost feel the swish of the tail against the back of her thighs. Wearing it around her apartment in the evenings made it seem like she was keeping herself ready for when they did meet again. No matter how unlikely that event would be. She even found herself changing her hairstyle to a more upswept style. Under the dress she now wore a lacy corset, not quite as form fitting as the one she had worn on that day, but still it gave her the feeling of control somehow, of still being connected to Evangelo. Was she losing her mind? Did she have this odd sense of having a foot in two worlds because of the food she’d eaten? He’d warned her it could have a strange effect. Maybe that was it. The doors to the elevator slid open and she stepped out into the dim parking garage. She must be losing her mind, that’s the only thing that made sense. Striding quickly, she tried to shake her thoughts free of that memory that was now etched so deeply into her brain. Of course, the presence of the locket, now warmed and lying against her skin didn’t help matters. The drive to the small bakery didn’t take long. Next week she was committed to go over the plans for the new, larger bakery with a representative of her new partner in the venture. Her new corporation would be partnering with a wellestablished company, Starlight Distributing, to supply her products to several of the supermarket chains within the state. This would be a major undertaking and only the first step in the expansion of her business toward achieving her dream. 62

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And she still needed to call that television producer to arrange a meeting to pitch her ideas for a cooking show. Darby Enterprises was her baby and its growth would take time, but she had now reached the second level of her plan. Next would come a string of new cafes, and there was no end to what she might be able to achieve. Everything had been a whirlwind of activity recently and today she was stepping back for a moment and doing some actual baking, something she hadn’t been able to fit in for some time. Simply the act of preparation and the aroma of her special recipe for fragrant herb bread was enough to calm her. It was only four A.M. when she walked in the back door and turned the light on. Quickly she stepped to the folded linen and pulled out a clean white apron and put it on. Then she began the initial prep, a routine embedded into her memory, requiring little actual thought. Ten minutes later, her head baker came in and they got right to work with mixing and kneading and preparing the first batch of bread for the ovens. The rest of the morning flew by as other employees came in and everyone accomplished or prepared for their responsibilities. At noon, Gillian happened to look up at the clock and couldn’t believe how fast the time had flown. Sam would handle the remainder of clean-up from here. Suddenly, she felt rather tired. She took off the apron and threw it into the laundry, walked into the back to clean up, then headed for the cafe, planning to have a cup of espresso and a baguette before she met with the manager. 63

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Something made her look up and she almost dropped her cup of coffee. It couldn’t be. A hand rose to clasp the locket and suddenly everything seemed to fade into the background, people around her moved in slow motion as she gazed at the man on the other side of the counter. He was dressed in a dark suit, his white-blond hair tied back neatly. He looked like any other businessman who had stopped in for a bite to eat around lunch time. Until she looked down, that is. Instead of feet, there were white forelegs and gold hooves peeking out from beneath his pants legs. She gulped. He strode in her direction and finally stopped in front of her. He took the cup from her almost numb hand and set it down. His attention seemed to be caught by the locket nestled between her breasts. “I wondered how long it would take for you to wear it and to make the wish.” “You have hooves.” His gaze widened and he glanced down quickly. “Well, damn,” he said. He reached into his pocket and sprinkled some powder and the hooves were exchanged for a pair of feet shod in brown leather loafers. “H-how—” “Glamour,” he said succinctly. “Not that anyone else would really notice. But you,” he reached out to stroke her jaw, “you would notice.” “Why?” “The plum you ate. It gave you different sight. You would 64

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recognize any of us now.” “How do you know I ate the plum?” “I’ve been watching you, Gillian. And waiting.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to her. She accepted it and read. What it stated there in black and white snapped her attention back to him. “You have to be kidding. Evan D’Angelo. Why did I never put it together? You’re Starlight Distributing? But how? Why?” “Come with me and I’ll explain everything.” He led her over to a table near the wall and they sat down. He reached over to clasp her hands, his gaze never leaving her face. “Tell me. I want to know it all.” “I was there when you were born. Let’s just say I knew your soul before it inhabited this body. My mother told me I was a fool to fall in love with a human, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve always watched over you. She’s tried to put many others in my path, to distract me, but none of them would do. Only you.” “Why now?” He chuckled. “It was actually my mother who interceded. I didn’t want to rush you, but she had enough and decided it was time. She’s the one who set things in motion to bring you to the Kove.” “Speaking of that town. It’s gone. Totally vanished.” He nodded. “It only appears once a year, that’s why she had to get you there on that day.” He leaned forward. “I want you to come back with me. You made a wish this morning, did 65

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you realize that? You held the locket and you wished. That’s what brought me here today.” “I—well, I guess I did. I don’t know what made me put it on today.” “Come back with me,” he urged. She reached out to touch his jaw. He tempted her so very much. “I want to, but I have responsibilities here. I can’t just up and leave.” “Do you think I don’t have responsibilities in this human world? I’ve been trying to bring my mother and the faerie court into the twenty-first century. Most people don’t believe in us anyway, so we move about rather freely. Starlight Distributing is owned by the Faerie Court, I’m simply the chairman of the board, for now. We dabble in a few other areas as well. I want you as my consort, we’ll travel together between worlds. You and I. I’ve waited for you a long time.” “I don’t know—” This was all so much to digest. “Would your mother accept a human? Doesn’t she want you to marry one of your own kind?” “She knows I can be rather stubborn. Come back with me. We can discuss the logistics later.” He cupped her face and leaned closer. “I need you to come with me now. You’ve been away from my side for far too long. Now that I’ve had you there, I’ll settle for nothing less.” And then he kissed her and her limbs turned to jelly. He stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Why is everything going in slow motion around here?” “We’ve stepped between time. No one in your world can 66

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actually see us. Will you come with me?” She looked up at him. How could she resist? This is what she had wanted, been longing for all these weeks. If she let him go now, he might be lost to her forever. “Can I trust someone like you from the faerie realm? I’ve heard what they do to humans. How you entice.” His expression grew serious. “I can’t lie to you, my love. It does happen.” He cupped her face. “Look inside your heart. Do you believe you can trust me? I can tell you that you can, but you have to believe it inside yourself.” He was right, of course. She studied him for a long moment. This was probably the most important decision she would ever make in her life. Finally, she answered. “Yes, I’ll come with you. We’ll make this work somehow.” He lifted her up and whirled her around. “I knew you would be mine.” Before she could grow too dizzy with his little dance, he set her back on her feet and then waved a hand in an arc. Again she was speechless when an opening appeared in the wall and he pulled her through. With one step she was back in the faerie realm.

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CHAPTER 10 She was shocked to realize her street clothes were gone and she now wore the white and gold corset, but this time there was a long flowing, sheer skirt that trailed behind her. Evangelo’s business suit had vanished as well, and all he sported now was his beautiful, long flowing white tail. He turned her toward him and lifted her against his chest. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through the material of the skirt. He whirled her around. “I’ve waited a long time for this.” His hand slipped inside of the slit at the front of the skirt and reaching around he cupped her rounded buttock. “I never knew. This place—it’s going to take some getting 68

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used to. That first day, all the hoops you made me jump through. Why?” “Being my consort requires patience, control, and responsibility. Not so different from learning the protocol for any royal or political family in the human world. Would you agree? It’s not like an ordinary life.” “Well, yes, I guess so.” “I had to find out if you were really up to the demands of faerie court life. It won’t be easy, but I think you will enjoy it, once you understand the protocol, and the differences between the human world and this one. Guilt is not a part of our world.” “But negotiation is,” she retorted. “But the negotiations can be so much fun if you remember to leave your mantle of civilization behind. We are a different species, a different society if you like, and our customs are much freer. I know you will adapt. I’ve see it already.” She reached up to clasp her arms around his neck. “Do I get my tail back?” He grinned down at her. “Do you wish to have it back?” He pressed a finger along the crease of her ass and she wiggled against him. “I think I would like it very much. You’ve done things to me I can’t seem to resist. And I think I want more.” He lifted her and she splayed her legs. The tip of his cock pressed against her opening and then he was inside her. She circled her legs around his waist. “Oh, Evangelo.” 69

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“Ah, my lovely. You will make a perfect unicorn prince’s consort. I feel it already.” She looked up at him. “I love you, Evangelo. I didn’t think it could happen that fast, but I do.” His arms tightened around her. “And I love you, dear heart. Everything else, we will figure out later.” He thrust and she sighed. “Much, much later, I think.”

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Theresa Gallup uses the pen names of Tess Maynard and Adrianna Dane. Theresa has been writing since the age of 10. A legal secretary for 30 years, she is currently working on another erotic romance, as well as a full-length romantic mystery/suspense. She has been married for 30 years and has three grown children (a daughter and twin sons), and is a new grandmother. Writing as Tess Maynard, her first published short story appeared in the ezine, The Whispering Forest, in January of 2004. Writing as Adrianna Dane, where adding sensual heat to romance is her motto, Esmerelda’s Secret was her first foray into the erotic romance genre. Having traveled and lived from the East Coast to the West Coast, Theresa receives inspiration for her stories from a variety of sources, including music and poetry, and her tastes are eclectic. For more information about current projects, visit Theresa’s web sites at: www.tessmaynard.com or www.adriannadane.com *

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