Mature Content Warning: M/F
Chapter 39:
In the weeks between Ostara and Bealtaine, the palace began to hum with energy and activity. The halls were enchanted with flowers and greenery that grew a bit closer to full bloom every day. Maab was even in a festive mood but kept making rabbit comments about not only Rayne and Liam but most of the inhabitants. The energy of the Sabbats was infectious, and both love and lust filled the very air.
Their days were filled with wedding plans and training. Liam was still shaken after the gello and felt she needed to be prepared for anything. She had gotten stronger in hand-to-hand combat as well as in all her powers. It worried Liam that he still had not been able to return her creation power. He had panicked one afternoon when she was sparring with some of the Tuatha De Danann elves. He had been elsewhere and she had suffered a rather nasty spear injury. When he found her in the healing wards, he was livid. She could hear him yelling all the way to her mother and Maab about getting her power back. He had spent the next two days following her everywhere and being overly protective during training.
Rayne's favorite escape from the bustle of the palace was the lake. Today she snuck away from the kitchens to go swimming. If she had to taste one more cake or dish for the wedding, she was going to scream. Liam had been busy with a project of his own. He wouldn't tell her about it, despite her attempts to persuade him. That man is really good at keeping secrets, she thought, floating in the water. She closed her eyes and listened to the birds and the sound of the water splashing against the rocks. She loved this little spot. It reminded her so much of the lake back in Missouri. Fewer bugs though, she laughed to herself.
Rayne suddenly opened her eyes as she felt something brush along her leg. She peered into the clear water but saw nothing. A few blossoms drifted across the water. She assumed one must have floated against her leg, and quickly forgot the incident.
Ástvinur, where are you - she could hear Liam in her mind, a hint of worry in his voice.
Swimming, she smiled to herself before adding, without a suit.
In a mist of green smoke, Liam suddenly appeared on the bank with a wicked grin on his face. "Oh darling, you do know how to get a man's attention, don't you?" He quickly undressed and stepped into the water with her. As he tried to reach out for her, she splashed him and darted away. "You little vixen!" he growled as he swam after her.
Rayne was a strong swimmer, and Liam found it difficult to keep up with her. He paused to catch his breath as Rayne swam behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed against his back. "Giving up so soon, my love?" she teased. She kissed his shoulders and placed her hands around his stomach. "So where have you been all day?" she spoke softly as her lips brushed along his skin, her hands dipping lower to gently stroke his length. When he tried to turn, she put her legs around him to stay behind him, "You didn't answer my question, love," her touch became more intense.
Liam let out a loan moan as her hand brought his erection to full attention. "I'm working on, ahhhh, your wedding present," he said slowly and drawn out. "Oh Gods!" he inhaled sharply as Rayne's pace began to quicken. "Please, don't stop doing that," he moaned, leaning back into her. The feel of her hand stroking him sent shivers through him. She chuckled softly and nibbled at his ear. He could feel his orgasm drawing close.
"Should I stop," she cooed in his ear, "or keep going?" she punctuated her last question with a quick burst of strokes, making Liam cry out in response.
"Don't...stop...ástvinur," he begged as his climax took him. He came in her hand, shaking and gasping for air, letting a low growl escape his throat. But Rayne didn't stop. Despite his moans, she continued to stroke him.
Rayne held her legs around him still, "I like having you at my mercy," she laughed. She felt his chest tighten and a growl vibrate his body. Her eyes grew wide, then suddenly they were on the bank. Liam flipped her over on her stomach and roughly pulled her hips up to him as he thrust deep inside her. His growl intensified as he slammed against her. He leaned over her, his body covering hers.
"The safeword is mercy. Oh and I believe it's been far too long since you called me Master, darling," he growled in her ear. Rayne gasped, then moaned as he bit down on her shoulder. She felt his hand grasp her breast and squeeze tightly. His length pounded into her with such force she whimpered. "La opplevelsene bli forsterket." He spoke the words forcefully, as a golden glow shimmered over them. Rayne felt warm, then she felt her desire magnify.
Liam lifted up behind her, one hand on her hip and the other in her hair. He pulled her head back, his fingers grasping her hair. The pain shot through her, but also the pleasure. She felt his length slamming into her walls. The knot in her stomach burned. "Oh..fuck...don't.. stop," she screamed as he pulled her deeper onto him. He felt her clamp around him and shatter with the power of her orgasm.
He quickly withdrew from her, "What did you say, love?"
"Please...Master, please...don't stop," she whimpered as she tried to grind her hips against him.
"There's a good girl," He growled as he flipped her over and buried his mouth in between her legs, pushing his tongue in and out of her. Rayne bucked her hips and squirmed. He knew she hadn't been able to even come down from the first orgasm, but he wanted her to feel every ounce of the spell he had cast. He sucked and bit at her swollen, wet clit, quickly slipping his fingers inside her. Her moans became more frantic, her breathing ragged. "Master, please....I want you inside me," she pleaded.
"Not yet, darling," Liam murmured against her warmth, "You need this first." His fingers began to move faster, and he curled them, pressing against her walls. He hummed against her clit as he felt her hips raise. Her legs were shaking from the force of her passion.
"Aaahhh, Liam...Master," she cried out his name as her second orgasm overtook her. Her body convulsed with the force of it. In a single movement, Liam was on top of her, sliding his engorged shaft into her warmth. He slid in slowly, torturing her already sensitive walls, then his pace began to quicken. He had held his own desire at bay, but couldn't any longer.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her, their mouths crashing into one another. Her nails dragged down his back, making him moan and buck harder into her. She felt so raw and swollen inside, but she didn't want him to stop. Liam bent his head and sucked roughly on her breasts, pinching the nipples till they were hard knots. He bit at her neck and dug his fingers into her shoulder. "I need you to come again, ástvinur, come for me now," he demanded. His thrusts were frantic and he roared out her name as he came inside of her. The sheer force of his orgasm sent Rayne over the edge as her walls shuddered around his length. Liam fell onto her chest, panting. "You are amazing, darling," he said in a ragged breath. He stroked the side of her face, then leaned in to kiss her deeply. "Oh, time to reverse that spell, before neither of us can walk," he laughed, noticing himself becoming aroused again.
Rayne looked at him, her own desire building again, "Hmmm...just what kind of spell was that exactly?"
"A lust spell, and apparently a damn good one," Liam moaned as Rayne ran her nails along his chest. "We should probably...aaaahhh, oh by the Gods!" he suddenly cried out as he felt Rayne's mouth engulf his erection. His passion was too strong to resist her, and he bucked his hips towards her. Rayne had his length firmly in between her lips and she sucked hard, her fingers massaging his balls. Liam gasped as her pace quickened. He growled again as he tangled his hand into her hair and pushed her head down onto his swollen cock, pushing it deeper down her throat. Rayne gagged slightly, then adjusted, swallowing and humming against his length. "I can't stop," he panted. His admission seemed to excite her more as she moaned.
Then don't - come for me - she projected to him, as she dragged her nails across his balls. The combination of her mouth around him and she in his mind was too much. He pulled her hair again as he began to thrust harder into her mouth, his pace was frantic, out of control. He could feel his orgasm and his seed shooting against the back of her throat, but he continued to buck against her. Her hands squeezed on his balls and she moaned against him. He released her hair and gently pulled out of her throat and mouth. "La stavingen bli avsluttet," he gasped as Rayne fell against his chest. Both of them were panting and now lay in the afterglow of the spell.
Liam quickly conjured blankets and pillows for them, as well as food and drink. Leaning up on one arm, he tucked a stray hair behind Rayne's ear. "I didn't hurt you did I? I didn't realize how intense that would be," he blushed a bit.
"It was amazing," Rayne smiled as she leaned up to kiss him. "Getting closer to the Sabbat may have enhanced the spell also. It's not like sex isn't dripping in the air around here," she laughed.
Liam laughed loudly, "Yes and poor Maab seems to be surrounded by rabbits these days." His look was pure mischief. "Hmm, maybe we should cast that spell on her? She could use a little relaxation."
Rayne gasped in pretend shock, "My lovely Trickster, I prefer you to be alive and in one piece for our wedding. I can't very well have the Fairy Queen kill the God of Mischief. I'm sure there are rules about such things," she laughed. "Not that we seem to be very good with rules," she added with a smirk.
Liam popped a grape in her mouth and kissed her forehead. "We are quite the pair aren't we ástvinur ?" He ran his finger along her jawline and tilted her chin. He pressed his lips against hers softly. "Now darling, I think we should get back before..." he grinned sheepishly, casting a downwards glance.
Rayne looked down as well to see his erection returning. "Oh goodness, maybe we should get dressed," she giggled. "We can revisit that situation this evening," she teased and brushed lightly against him, making him moan. She heard a splash behind them and turned. Nothing was there. "Did you hear that?" she asked, turning back to Liam, who was now fully dressed, but still couldn't hide the bulge in his pants.
"I think you have an admirer," Liam smiled, motioning his head to the water. There on a small set of rocks sat a water sprite. Her skin was pale and her hair flowed over her body like a golden silk robe. She stared intently at Rayne, every once in a while flitting her glance towards Liam.
Rayne was spellbound. She had never seen a water sprite outside of books. She started to move towards the water, but when Liam stepped with her, the sprite vanished back into the water. It seemed to vanish and blend in with the lake. She turned to Liam, "I think we scared her. Oh, my, do you think she was watching us the whole time?" Rayne's cheeks flushed deep crimson.
Liam's laugh was deep, "I think she did, my love. Sprites are very sexual creatures themselves. The spell may have alerted her to our presence." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently, "But, I think you are why she stayed."Rayne looked at him questioningly. "Darling, she had the same look as I did the first time I saw you. She's attracted and intrigued by you."
Rayne blushed again, "Well..um, I'm not sure what to think about that. Should I be worried about her? I've never known sprites to be dangerous." She looked back at the lake. She felt a strong desire to rush back into the water but stayed in Liam's arms.
"No, she won't harm you. If she were a selkie or an undine, you might be at risk, but not with her." He grinned mischievously, "Of course, you could always talk to her. I'm sure it would be the most delightful, um, conversation." It took Rayne a moment to figure out his innuendo, then she gasped. His eyes twinkled as he saw the crimson flood into her cheeks again, "Aaahh, ástvinur, have you never been with a woman?"
Rayne looked down at the ground, feeling like her face was on fire. "No," she replied softly, "Believe it or not, I'm not the most experienced lover."
"I find that hard to believe, given your passion when we are together, but pray tell, just how inexperienced do you feel you are?" Liam took her hand and lifted her chin with his other hand. "I did not mean to embarrass you, my love. I want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to tell me anything you wish." He led her back to the blankets and sat with her.
Rayne sat silently for a while. Why was this so awkward? She had shared a lifetime of experiences with this man in less than a year, but talking about her sexual past was troubling for her. It was shameful to her. She felt the tears build in her eyes. She felt like he wouldn't want her if he knew.
"Ástvinur, don't shut me out, " he pleaded. "You do not have to say anything if you don't want to." He put his arms around her and held her gently. "Just remember, my past is not perfect either. You know about my failures including my past lovers and children. I too was afraid you wouldn't love me when you knew, but you proved me wrong." He kissed her forehead, "Now, let me prove you wrong."
Rayne took a shaky breath. "You are only the second person I have willingly given myself to. However, you are the third person I've had sex with." She kept her head against his chest, unable to look at his face for fear of rejection. She could feel his body tense as he began to comprehend her meaning.
Liam pulled her closer, stroking her hair, "I'm so sorry, my love. I should have found you sooner, should have been there to protect you." She could feel his tears falling against her head.
She looked up at him, and saw the pain and guilt across his face, "It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I trusted the wrong person." I'm damaged goods, just like he said - she thought, not realizing Liam could hear it.
His eyes filled with rage. "Rayne Morgan you are not damaged goods! You are a goddess! You are the most caring, beautiful, and amazing woman I have ever had the honor to know. I am blessed to have you in my life and it will be a privilege to be your husband." He held her gaze. "What happened was not your fault. You are strong and you survived. They may have touched your body, but they never touched your soul." He kissed her forehead again. "Now, if you would kindly tell me where I can find this pathetic piece of shit, I need to repay their actions."
Rayne knew what his intention was but shook her head, "No, I won't have their blood on your hands. I wouldn't even know where they are, it was years ago before I came to New York, besides it wouldn't change anything." She put her hand on his cheek, "As long as you still love me, then it doesn't matter." Liam hugged her tighter and grumbled okay. She could tell he was still furious about it, but he didn't want her to see. "Can we go back now? I'm starting to notice just how sore I am from earlier," she giggled.
"Of course, my lady," Liam said, bowing and then picking her up in his arms. "I'll drive," he laughed and they were gone in a swirl of green mist.
Author's Notes: Lots of smut, with more to come.