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gripped it tight, forcing back the seed that threatened to spill all too soon.
    Braedon was mesmerized by the movements of her fingers along her slit. Slow, back-and-forth motions were replaced by a circular travel around the protruding bud of her clit. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as two fingers disappeared between her plump pussy lips, especially when she lifted her hips and let out a mewling cry.
    She fucked herself with her fingers, then opened her eyes and searched the grass around her. She picked up the long stick she had taken from the trees earlier, caressing it with her moistened hand before sliding it between her legs, lubricating the end of it with the cream from her cunt. With a quick thrust, she shoved the stick inside her.
    By all that was holy! Sweat poured from him as he increased the motions of his hand along his rigid shaft, mimicking the movements of the stick she fucked herself with. That must be the legendary tubara stick he’d heard of from his men who had experience with faeries. A soft stick found only in the faerie forest, it was said that faerie females frequently used the tubara to pleasure themselves, especially those without a mate.
    Trista was obviously no stranger to the tubara . She wielded it like she was familiar with its magical powers of pleasure, squeezing her buttocks tight while raising them up and lowering them to the ground again. All the while she pumped the stick deep inside her cunt then slowly pulled it back out again.
    Braedon grit his teeth, his cock lurching against his hand as he imagined the sweet grip of her walls, how it would feel to be buried inside all that wet heat, driving and withdrawing against the pull of her pussy.
    When she withdrew, the stick was covered in glistening moisture. Braedon wanted nothing more at that moment than to crash through the brush and drop between the faerie’s legs to lick up the essence that spilled from her. Once he’d given her the release she craved, he’d power his cock deep inside her magical cavern until he too found release.
    Her cries grew louder, her movements fast and hard as she rode the stick, using her other hand to flick the tender pearl of her clit. Braedon followed suit, every muscle of his body taut with building tension as he drew his hand back and forth over his shaft. His balls quivered and drew tight and ready.
    When Trista tilted her head back and screamed, Braedon let his release flow, shuddering as he spilled his seed onto the leafy floor of the forest. He continued to pump as Trista trembled through her climax until her body stilled.
    Barely able to move, he somehow managed to refasten his breeches, lingering for a few seconds to watch the rhythmic rise and fall of Trista’s breasts as she regained normal breathing.
    He had loitered long enough. Shaken with an all-consuming lust to pound his cock hard and deep into his betrothed, he hurried away.
    Before he did exactly what his desire told him to do. Fortunately she had not seen him, would never know he had caught a glimpse into her passion.
    The vision would stay with him until his dying day.

    Trista smiled as Braedon tiptoed away.
    He did not know she had seen him arrive. Her faerie senses had picked him up long before he had appeared in her line of sight. She had expected a battle, had waited for him to storm over to her and demand she return immediately to Greenbriar. When he didn’t appear but hid out instead, she had considered confronting him, then decided to wait and see if he had anything to say to her.
    Apparently not, so she had done exactly what she had come to do—bathe in the crystal D’Naathian pools. The forest stretched for lengths too far to walk or fly back to her homeland, but at least here she felt closer to home. The fact Braedon had defied laws and entered the forest to look for her both pleased and perplexed her.
    Why not simply send some of his guards? Why did he come himself, and alone?
    Most likely because if