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Cassie Manousakis trudged toward home, flicking an errant curl out of her face for the hundredth time as she followed the well known path. The day had been long and hard. One angry customer after the next showed up at the store spouting complaints and general vileness. Ugh. People could be so cruel. Like the fact that their DVD player broke meant they could insult her. She shook her head and the same curl settled over her eye. Damned hair.
She didn’t know why she hadn’t straightened the unruly mass of untamable curls. Actually, she did. Her mama would have a fit if Cassie ever disrespected her heritage in such a way. Her hair, with its wild curls and near black coloring was that of her great-great-grandmother. The nose, ah, the nose came from her grandpa Ari and her hips were the same as every Manousakis female born into the family.
All of that added up to an average height woman with a mop of black curls with a larger than average nose and hips which could easily accommodate the birth of a child. Or, a short, chubby chick.
Cassie sighed and adjusted her purse on her shoulder, at the same moment a man walking in the opposite direction bumped her and nearly sent her careening for the concrete. Straightening while she gritted her teeth in anger, a glimmering spot on the sidewalk caught her eye.
She mumbled to herself as she bent to retrieve what could only be a newly minted coin. “See a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good…” Fingers closing around the coin, a strange jolt of electricity shot through her hand. She opened her palm to reveal something that definitely wasn’t a penny.
* * *
Cassie eased into her heated bath, allowing the warm water to sooth away her stress and aches of the day. On the ledge of the tub sat her little coin. For some reason, she couldn’t let the tiny piece of metal out of her sight. She fingered the round gold disc with a wet fingertip, tracing circles round and round as she soaked.
“You’ve got my spot of gold there, lass, and I mean to get it back.” A deep Irish burr broke the silence and Cassie sat up with a flash, covering her breasts with one arm while clutching the gold piece with the other hand.
She stared at the man standing in her bathroom, dumbfounded. Feet from her stood a giant. Okay, maybe not a real giant, but from her vantage point he looked huge… everywhere. He had thick biceps, wide shoulders and a broad chest which tapered down to a chiseled abdomen. Bare from the waist up, the dim lighting in her bathroom seemed to make the peppering of hair on his chest glow.
Cassie didn’t move a muscle. Instead she continued to stare at the giant of a man, breath frozen in her lungs. His legs were encased in tight black leather pants which molded to every curve and dip of muscle. Unconsciously, she licked her lips when her gaze fell upon his cock. Outlined perfectly beneath the material, it twitched beneath her scrutiny and lengthened along his thigh. Oh. My.
The site of his arousal put her into motion. She jumped to her feet, fingers clutching the coin and her breasts as she confronted the intruder. “Who are you and what do you want?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Just get out before I call the police.”
Cassie stood her ground as the stranger approached. She didn’t flinch when he grasped her wrist and tugged her closed hand between them. With unnatural ease, he opened her hand and stroked the gold coin that lay in her palm.
“As I said, lass, you’ve got my spot of gold and I’ve a mind to have it back. You will be compensated, of course.” Confused, she could do nothing but stare as he gently tapped the gold coin three times. Within a blink it disappeared. Frozen, unable to move even if she’d wanted to, she watched as he brought the same finger to her temple and tapped three times. Then, all the world went black.
* * *
Cassie woke slowly, her body sluggish to respond to her mind’s commands as she fought the wakening fog. As if weighed down by bricks she struggled to comprehend the world around her. The soft cushion beneath her and the gentle scents surrounding her made her think of her room, but wasn’t she just…
“Ah, you’ve awakened at last.” The deep burr emanated from nearby, but where?
Cassie fought to rise, but could only manage to prop herself on her elbows and her heart stopped in shock. She was, in fact, lying in her bed in her own room, but the shocking part was the fact that the Irish stranger was with her.
No, he wasn’t just with her, but spread between her outstretched legs and staring at her bare pussy like a starving man eyeing cake. Lord, she was naked. In front of a stranger. What’s worse? Her pussy clenched and ached with desire. Why wouldn’t the man dive in already? He licked his lips and eased closer to the juncture of her thighs and inhaled a deep breath.
This is what she’d thought of the first moment her eyes met the strangers. Not the outrage as she’d expressed, but a deep yearning to have the gorgeous man make love to her, desire her like no other.
“Ah, A Mhuirnín, you’re wet for me already, yes?”
Yes, her mind screamed, but she only managed a moan as he traced her slit. She watched, open-mouthed as he flicked his tongue over the digit, ingesting her juices.
“Like the rarest of wines, A Rún.”
Cassie didn’t understand half of what the flaming red-haired god said, but her body knew. It reached and arched toward his gentle caresses as if separate from her mind. Flinging all good sense and every rule her mother had drilled into her mind aside, Cassie flowed with her body, luxuriating in the stranger’s touches.
He stroked and teased her pussy. His fingers taunted her labia, dipping between the slicked lower-lips before shifting to stroke her inner thigh.
Frustrated by his teasing, she threaded her fingers in the stranger’s hair and demanded his attention with a tug. “I don’t know who you are –”
She stared, speechless for a moment. “Leprechaun?” The man narrowed his eyes. O-kay. Maybe now was the time… “Fine. Ross. Get me off or get gone, but choose. Now.”
He opened his mouth slowly, eyes locked on hers as he leaned forward. Just before his lush lips made contact with her labia, he snaked his tongue out and flicked her clit.
Cassie released his hair and melted into her mattress, moaning with each touch of his tongue to her pussy. She rolled her hips in time with his tender licks, savoring each touch and stroke as if it were her last.
Ross circled her clit with his tongue and she shivered when he probed her entrance with a finger. Cassie opened her legs wider, granting him more access. He took advantage of her position by thrusting his finger into her core. She arched against the invasion, screaming his name as he began pumping in and out of her heat.
Her pussy clenched around his finger, tightening and relaxing in time to his rhythm. He sucked the hardened nub of her clit, nibbling it with his teeth between flicks of his tongue. Higher and higher her climax rose and Cassie almost feared the release when it finally came.
“Come for me, A Mhuirnín, let me taste your satisfaction.” Unable to deny the golden man between her legs, Cassie came in a series of spasms, moaning and crying Ross’s name as her body clenched and tightened around him with the most powerful release she’d ever felt. He continued to thrust his finger into her pussy, sucking on her clit as she came back to herself by degrees.
Sated and exhausted by her orgasm, Cassie snuggled into bed, content.
Ross rolled from the mattress and knelt on the floor beside the bed. “It was a beautiful gift you gave me, A Rún. Tomorrow, may you give me another.”
* * *
The next afternoon as she walked home from work, Cassie wondered if it had all been a dream. She’d woken late the previous evening, she was curled in bed, nude. Since she usually slept bare, she didn’t give her condition another thought and drifted off to sleep. When she woke this very morning, nothing seemed out of place and she shrugged the memories off as an amazing dream. Like there could really be a man wandering around by the name of Ross LePrechaun. She snorted.
Cassie adjusted her purse on her shoulder, at the same moment a man walking in the opposite direction bumped her and nearly sent her careening for the concrete. Straightening while she gritted her teeth in anger, a glimmering spot on the sidewalk caught her eye.
She mumbled to herself as she bent to retrieve what could only be a newly minted coin. “See a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good…” Fingers closing around the coin, a strange jolt of electricity shot through her hand. She opened her palm to reveal something that definitely wasn’t a penny…
Spot of Heart
They had a calling card, a tiny bit of this, a few words of that and he would come. Skin a copper gold, hair a fiery red. Muscles upon muscles and a heart so big… He’d come to her nearly a year ago, a leprechaun without a home, and she opened her arms to him.
Only now, things had changed. Ross, it turned out, was the long lost something or other distant relation of someone, and he was now king. And Cassie, with her Greek roots and definite lack of leprechaun status, wasn’t fit to lick the new king’s boots, let alone his cock.
So they made do with what they had. A cute rhyme, magical gold coins and their land of sleeping-wake where their minds and hearts had free rein.
* * *
Cassie Manousakis trudged home with heavy feet. It had been nearly four months since she’d seen or heard from Ross LePrechaun, her sometimes lover, boyfriend, something. She didn’t truly know what they were to one another any more. At times, they professed their love for one another and at others, like now, she doubted Ross’s sincerity.
There were ladies in court. Golden bodied, red haired, pointy eared ladies who could offer Ross something that Cassie couldn’t. A life together.
Like every other day, Cassie kept her eyes glued to the pavement while she walked from the electronics store to her apartment four blocks away. Their sign, their signal, was a penny sized coin of gold on the ground. So small, only the oldest leprechauns would be able to detect the sweet scent on the wind. Ross was always careful to spell the coin against all humans but Cassie.
Her building came into sight. It looked like tonight would be like any other. She’d sit alone with her cat, Goldie, and watch movies until she fell asleep. Except… At the base of the steps to her door, there was a shiny spot of… gold.
Tears burned her eyes, spilling down her cheeks and a sob caught in her chest while she reached down for the coin. “See a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck.”
Their sign. Touching a piece of Ross’s gold connected them and he’d have heard her words all the way in the land of the Fae.
Cassie raced up the steps, hands shaking while she fought with the door knob. When the lock finally gave way, she nearly tripped over the cat in her haste to get into her studio apartment. Gold still clutched in her hand, she rushed through her evening chores of feeding the cat and watering the plants. She almost skipped it all, but living things had to eat and she loved her furry faux Ross that kept her company.
Chores done, she dashed into the bedroom and froze. Already nude and in bed, Ross was merely feet from her.
“Ross?” She swallowed the growing lump in her throat. “What are you doing here? We should be in the sleeping-wake. They’ll catch –”
“Sh, A Mhuirnín. I’ve it all worked out now. Nothin’ more to be worrying about.”
He held out his hand to her and she could do nothing but obey. She wanted, no needed, to feel his touch. She fell into his arms, snuggling into his side, head resting on his shoulder.
“Love, do you have my spot of gold for me?”
Cassie opened her hand, offering the small token, familiar with the ritual. A leprechaun could only let so much of their gold go out into the world. Gold was power to one of Ross’ kind and as king he needed every drop of power he had.
As usual, Ross tapped the piece of gold three times, only instead of the coin disappearing, it reformed and reshaped in her palm into a slim golden band.
“Yes, A Mhuirnin?”
She couldn’t speak. They’d never talked… never discussed… “Is it…”
“Will you be my heart, A Run? I can do this only once in a life, change my spot of gold to a spot of heart, but I’m asking ye if you’ll be the one.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, Ross! Yes.” She didn’t waste any more time. With trembling hands, she helped him slip the ring onto her left ring finger and smiled when a perfect heart appeared etched into the gold. “Oh, that’s gorgeous, Ross. Thank you.”
It was time for Ross to be shocked. His eyes were wide, face pale for but a brief moment until he leapt from the bed, whopping and hollering. “Lass! Do ye know what this means?” He scooped her into his arms and she clutched his neck, laughing right along with him. “Ye truly are my heart, and not a one of those snooty aristo bitches and their lap dogs can denounce you.” He released her legs and lowered her to the ground, her mouth caught in a kiss. “Not a one,” he murmured against her lips.
Cassie returned his kiss, mind whirling with the meaning behind his words. And then she could think of nothing but Ross. His mouth, his lips, his tongue sweeping in and out of her mouth, mimicking the sensual dance they’d soon be performing.
He wasted no time walking her back toward the bed and followed her body with his as she lay down on the mattress. Between one breath and the next he vanished her clothes, baring her nude body to him.
His mouth shifted and moved against her skin, traveling from one hot spot to the next. Tasting her everywhere and yet no where, he licked the skin beneath her ear, nipped her earlobe. He sucked on her nipples, laving them with his tongue. He bit the underside of her breast, teeth digging in and causing the barest hint of pain. From there he continued his journey south, nose dipping into her belly button, giving her what he called an “Eskimo kiss”. He nibbled her inner thigh, mouth so close to that special spot.
“I want ta make love to ye with my mouth sweet one, but I dinne think I can wait.”
She wanted to sob in disappointment, but the prospect of feeling him inside her overcame the frustration. He crawled up her body, and chest to chest he covered her. His cock nestled between her legs, tip slipping between her lower lips and kissing her clit. “Please, Ross?
“Ah, what would ye be needin’, love?” He smiled that wicked smile that made her want to smack him.
“Fuck me, love me, anything, just do something!”
He chuckled, cock vibrating against her pussy, and she whimpered. “Aye, I think I can oblige ye.” He propped himself up on his hands and shifted his hips, cock sliding along her labia.
A moment later, the tip of his dick nudged her entrance and she opened her legs wider, inviting him to fill her, please her, love her.
He answered her invitation, slipping right into her heat. She stretched around him, opening to him and hissing at the pleasure filled intrusion. It’d been so long. So long since they’d loved one another physically. The sleeping-wake never felt as good as his real body could.
When he was fully seated, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked him against her pussy. Tiny shards of pleasure zipped along her spine with every rock to and fro.
“What ye be doin’ there, love?”
“Ah, me thinks ye may be getting ahead of the horse.”
She burst into a torrent of laughs. “You are built like one…”
He growled. “I’ll show ye a horse.”
Ross’s cock gliding against her inner walls, and she felt every ridge of his dick as he slipped out of her. Then he moved back home, erection stroking her pussy again with its ridges and veins, pleasuring her with its width and length while they made love.
In and out, out and in, he increased his pace, changed the angle of his penetration until stars burst behind her eyes. “Yes!”
Ross kept up the continued penetration, kept the same rhythm. Again and again his dick brushed the sweet spot inside her pussy, kissing her from within.
Her pussy clenched and rippled around his dick, clit pulsing and throbbing, arousal burning higher with each stroke. Her orgasm built and built within, dancing along her spin, slithering from toes to head and back again.
And by soon, she meant now, here, without another pause. Spine bowed, eyes rolling into he back of her head, she screamed her release, her pussy clamping round Ross, milking him, urging him to come with her.
Ross tensed above her, groaning and moaning, hips jerking, and Cassie tightened her legs around Ross’s waist, holding him deep within. Panting, Ross collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Love you.”
“Aye, and I love you, my sweet Cassie.”
About the Author:
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places. Visit her at http://celiakyle.com