Ileus: The Dark Prince

Ileus said, "I am always there for you Anastasia. I will protect you and see to it that your integration at Draoidh is seamless." 

Anastasia didn't realize but she had drawn vines with her fingers on his bicep… the ones she always loved in her garden at Vilinski. At his words she got up and pressed her lips to his, little knowing that his skin responded as tattoos crept up on his skin. When she pulled away, she said with a giggle, "But I am going to play mischief with them every now and then." She raised her wing and fluttered it weakly.

He laughed. "Holy fae! You can't do that!" He caught her wing as it tickled him. 

Anastasia laughed and removed his hand away from the wing. "Well then how about this?" She squinted her eyes and hung her tongue out. "I am sure they would love it." 

"Stop that, for the love of god!" he ordered and covered her face with his large hands.

She pushed his hands once again and laughed. "I can perform better than this!" She giggled.

"Please Anastasia, if you do that the entire Draoidh would think I have married a mad woman. It would be better if you do not exhibit those qualities," he said as he wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed his erection in her. 

"Was this the reason you slept naked with me?" she asked, giggling away. "And who changed my clothes?" 

"Of course it was me who changed your clothes. Do you think I would allow anyone else to touch you here?" He flicked her forehead. "Now that you are already aware of my intentions, service me, slave!" 

She swatted his bicep. "I am not your slave!" Her gaze fell on the ink that swirled under his skin and her face blanched. 

"What is Anastasia?" he asked, worried at her becoming pale so suddenly. 

"Husband…" She gulped. 

"Yes, sweetheart?" 

"I have drawn yet another tattoo on your skin," she replied, chiding her on the inside. "I am so sorry!" Her gaze fixed at the tattoo that was still swirling. "Is it hurting?" 

Ileus lifted his head and turned to see his bicep. He narrowed his eyes and then said, "I think it is hurting a lot!" 

"You think? Oh my god! I am so sorry!" Anastasia got up feeling miserable as hell. "What do I do to reverse it?" she cried out. 

"You can just do one thing now Anastasia," he said with a sad face, with his lips curled down. 

"Tell me and I will do anything, love… anything." 

"Service my poor little shaft," he replied cupping her cheeks. "Only when I will come inside you, or inside your mouth, will the pain go away." His golden eyes were full of mischief even though his face was contorted with pain. 

"What?" She jerked her head. Then she narrowed his eyes and stared at him and Ileus… he started laughing. 

"But you said you would do everything," he reminded her in between his chortles. "You can't back down." 

"That was if you had pain." She pointed at his forearm. "This obviously isn't painful!" 

"How do you know? I am concealing my pain," he said sincerely. 

"I see," she said and suddenly lunged out of the bed, but was caught by him and brought back. 

"Okay, let me serve you," he said in a husky voice. He took his hands beneath her nightgown and squeezed her hips, digging his fingers in her curves. "Please…" 

She smiled and then brushed his lips with hers lightly. The feeling was so erotic that he grabbed her and pressed his lips on hers passionately. He forced them open and delved his tongue inside immediately. They were both tongue and teeth and lips for a long time until he pulled away. "Straddle me wife," he said. Anastasia bit her lip and then straddled his thighs. He caught her hips and lifted her to guide her over his throbbing erection. He bit back a curse when he was fully inside her. Anastasia gasped when his shaft hit the back of her core. "Take me with you…" he said and cupped her breasts. 

She started moving slowly. Her long hair fell behind her and touched his thighs as she moved up and down. She sat straight and leaned back to rest her hands on his thighs to support her body. Her nipples puckered with every thrust. His shaft swelled with every movement. The site of his wife moving on him with her plump breasts bouncing and the nipples jutting out, was so erotic that soon his legs began to shake. "I am about to come, Ana," he said in a hoarse voice. She increased her pace and all of a sudden in the throes of pleasure, her wings flared. Silver veins pulsed and throbbed like lighting. 

"Gods!" Ileus gasped. He had never seen this side of his wife. The fact that she was a fae dawned upon him and she was so mesmerizing. His naked wife with her wings spread in all its glory. She had become so wet that when her wings flared, she came. Ileus followed her and with a roar to the ceiling he came inside her. 

Anastasia cocooned them in her wings and slumped on his chest, half sleepy. "I have serviced you, my lord," she said with a soft chuckle. He was still inside her.

He pressed a kiss to her head. "I expect you to do that more often, slave!" 

"Fuck off!" she laughed. "I think you are my sex slave." 

When he exited the room, the sun hung low in the horizon, chasing the remaining night and it was time to proceed on their journey. He met with the rest of the group in the dining area. He asked the cooks of the inn to prepare travel food for them. Once the cooks were up for their job, he discussed the upcoming travel plans with them. Kaizan, Guarhal, Aidan, Tadgh and Darla were sitting at one table while the remaining Mozias at the other. 

Anastasia joined them an hour later and he saw that she had taken a bath and changed into a neat pair of clothes he had placed for her on the bed. Her hair was braided and the golden braid fell over her shoulders in the front. Ileus got up immediately. He took the breastplate from his side and helped her buckle it up. 

"When are we going to start?" she asked as he was buckling her up. 

"I would love to buckle you up in bed one day," he replied, totally distracted. He had shackled her wings after their sex. 

Kaizan almost choked on his water. When he was done, he looked at them and said, "Can both of you stop with this public display of affection? And it is not right to buckle her up in bed." 

Anastasia flushed red. "Can I throw you out?" she said, angered and embarrassed. 

"No, please throw yourself on your husband. I am too precious for my future girlfriend," he replied, waving his hand. 

"Ah, don't mind him, wife. He is just jealous," said Ileus as he finished buckling her up. 

It had been two days in their journey and Anastasia was beginning to feel weary.