THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE
Copyright © 2013
Did he smell her wrong? Was she half-human and half-fairy? She knew the spells that only fairy kind would know and yet… She had human blood pulsing inside her veins. He didn’t think she smelled like she had any fae in her. A sprite landed on Darryl’s arm and sank inside of his wound, searching out the toxins that made him ill.
Darius watched her as she did his bidding.
Her head tilted curiously forward, but she did as she was told. Her ebony hair swept forward covering her face as she leant over his brother, and put on hand on his shoulder and the other across arm to hold it still. Darryl laced his fingers around her arm.
“Don’t worry, brother. She will help you. Try not to move much or the poison will enter your system.”
She slurped loudly as she sucked the poison, and then spat the blood and toxin to the side of him in the dirt. She did the same repetitive motion several times before Darius began to daydream about what it would have been like to have that wet tongue wrapped around his cock, and her eagerly sucking and blowing his hard dick.
He stroked himself through the thick material, and it did nothing to ease the growing tension. His cock wanted her to finish her work on him now that she was done with his brother.
She sat up suddenly and wiped the back of her arm across her mouth then turned her head to look at Darius. “Is that enough?” The sprites danced along Darryl’s arm and worked to close the wound.
Darius didn’t look at his brother. He knew instinctively the man was fine now and out of danger since his aura had turned blue. He was healing himself internally, and what little toxin was left he was pushing out of the wound. The sprites and the human had done their job. However, Darius wanted to watch her head dip low one more time for himself. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have those crimson lips wrap around his cock. “One more time ought to do it.”
She bent low and sucked the poison, and then she heard her apologize to his brother.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She spoke to his brother Darryl, but followed Darius’s command. She stopped suddenly when she noticed the wound was healing. It was no longer possible to suck the blood or the toxin out. His flesh was already healing. In another second or two it would be as if the event had never happened. Her eyes narrowed cynically. “How are you doing that? You are almost healed, and it’s only been a minute since I struck you with my arrow. The sprites could not have healed you so quickly. Who—what are you?”
The sprites danced swiftly away from Darryl’s body as they disappeared back into the earth and behind the slim blades of grass at their feet. She scrambled to her feet, suddenly afraid of what she had witnessed.
“It shouldn’t matter what we are, but have you figured out what you are yet?” Darius kept his voice even and very low.
“Lunch?” she quizzed. Her eyes scanned between them for weapons or a possible avenue of retreat. She had to be feeling like a mouse about to be devoured by a hungry snake. Darius felt his body tense for a possible chase. He wanted her, and now that he understood why she was sent here, he couldn’t resist the bait. He knew he had to have her, no matter what the cost.
“No, even better.” Darius stood and his lips curved in a half smile.
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