Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 21: Paranormal Erotic Fairy Story Excerpt

Episode Date: September 13, 2020

Beyond the Veil of Whispered Dreams~The Veil Book 1Things are not always simple or what they seem.Daria McClaren is content. She has her dance school, her cousin Celine and the man of her dreams. Literally.Iauron is uneasy. As the High King of the Fae, his chosen Queen Verisiel is calling to him, but he cannot find her. The court insists that she has crossed over. He is not so sure that is the case. He has searched every realm looking. Every realm, but the human one.The race is on. Beyond the veil lie truths waiting to be revealed. Which one will have the courage to look? Will they be in time?Remember you can go ahead and download your own full length FREE Experiential Erotica just by coming to see me at https://wyldedesires.comAnd if you would like to enjoy more of Beyond the Veil of Whispered Dreams, you can go ahead and grab your copy from amazon.com

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You know, this podcast experience is best enjoyed laying on your bed with your ear buds in loosen any clothing in case you want to get a little more involved close your eyes this is your time your time to relax your time for sensual pleasure

for the next 30 minutes or so it's just you and my voice you know way back when and the Faking was one of my first big hitters in experiential erotica. And when I started crafting it, I was actually thinking of doing a filthy version of Little Red Riding Hood. That was my first thought. As these things do, it progressed, and midsummer's night became involved.

And they just got, you know, well, my imagination got a little over-excited. So tonight is like going back in time for me. with beyond the veil of whispered dreams written by your lansth Alexander which as you can tell from the blurb is very much a fay king's story so go ahead and close your eyes let's start with the blurb

just to get you nice and wet things are not always simple or what they seem Darya McLaren is content she has her dance school her cousin Celine and the man of her dreams literally

Bayoran is uneasy as the high king of the Fay his chosen Queen Virisiel is calling to him but he cannot find her the court insists that she has crossed over he is not so sure that is the case he has searched every realm looking

every realm but the human one The race is on Beyond the veil Lie truths waiting to be revealed Which one will have the courage to look Will they be in time So Just to get the

Tension building a little So when you're ready To go ahead and relax Let my words drift over you Nowhere to be Nothing to do Just relax back and surrender to the story This is your time

This is our time In a large circular chamber Oyoren The High King of Ferry Sat on his massive black stone throne With every passing second that turned into minutes Minutes to hours Hours to days and days to years

He searched for her He wasn't sure when the years became centuries, but it was of no matter. When was a century or more when you were immortal and all-powerful? His court would have him believe that Verrazil had passed over, but he knew with every fibre of his being that she was out there somewhere, waiting for him to find her and bring her home. He was close last night. For the first time in a century, he had managed to find her in the dreaming.

He had felt the first stirrings of the soul bond they forged ages ago, before fairy was secreted beyond the veil. It was weak and thready, but it was there. Laughter erupted from his chest. At last, his clever minks gave him a clue to where she was. The human realm. His black feathered wings brushed across the floor behind him as he rose from his seat and strolled across a white marble floor to the dais

where the scrying bowl sat atopped an intricately carved black obsidian pedestal and picked up the silver pitcher containing water from the spring of Danu and poured its contents into the bowl. His dark blue eyes watched as the water swirled. His hand out over the silvery water. Noctan. The runes carved into the side of the obsidian lit up with pure white light. Bracing his hand on the coalstone, he peered intently into the liquid, watching as it cleared, and revealed the world of man.

And paid not much attention to humans since the veil had been erected to separate the two worlds. Aioran was slightly taken aback by their vast numbers. There did not appear to be much space left unoccupied by man. In place of trees there stood large stone structures. Instead of ferdent fields of green, the land was covered in wide stone and black paths. It would appear there, that which they could not harness and control. They set out to destroy. Why, Virisiel, did you choose this realm of all the realms at your disposal to hide within?

Ioran wondered loud, as his quick mind process everything it could about the current world of man. Sifting to the bedchamber, he had shared with Verisiel. Ioran stood in the middle of the white and gold room, and breathed gently the deep scent of Jasmine honeysuckle, and the soft pure scent was wholly verisial that lingered in the air. Even with the passing of time Her scent could soothe his raging moods No lone flower could dare hope to compete with the fragrance of her

He flicked his hand The air swirled softly around him The essence of Virisiel bathed his exposed skin And permeated his pores He already carried her in his heart When he sought her out She would be upon and within his skin as well. Strolling across a white-frew rug, he stood at the end of the large bed covered in

silks of white and gold, or blue and black embroidery of the pillows had been in deference to him and his eyes she had told him. The symbolic gesture claimed her bed was his bed. His mind drifted back to the last time he had been with his love. Her dark hair had been strewn across the pillows in a wild tangled mess. Her long, slender legs had braced his hips as he slowly slid his heart member into her tight, wet sheath. A soft pink flush had covered the creamy skin of her chest and crept up her slender neck.

She arched her back, presenting him her turgid nipples that begged for his attention. He had brushed his fingertips over the hard and pebbles, pulling, twisting, pinching, and had given her that bite of pain he knew she loved. He was rewarded then by her cries of pleasure. Her body had flinched away from the pain, only to return for more. Her hands had pulled at the silk ropes binding her hands above her head. He had known his back would feel the bite of her nails if he would have released her. He remembered feeling her core grow well.

with each shallow thrust. He had teased him both mad with desire. But he had been determined to make it last. The sweet honey scent of her juices had flooded his senses and fuelled his need to taste her, to drink in her pleasure. He would never get enough at the scent of her, even in memory. He would never fill his need for the taste of her. Then Ioran pulled out of her, smiling her to cry.

a protest as her slender legs wrapped themselves around his waist in an effort to pull him back. With a flick of his hand, her ankles had been wrapped in the same red silk rope that encased her wrists and were tied to the bedposts. He sat back on his haunches, skimmed a hand down the center of her torso slowly, as his eyes soaked up the beauty that laid before him, as she bucked and squirmed, against the unrelenting need coursing through her body. In all his centuries of being, in all the many lovers that had shared his bed, there were none to compare to her.

And all since. She was his. Hyoran, I need you. She had implored. Her silver eyes were darkened with unbridled lust and desire. And you shall have me. He had promised rising above her, but first I need to taste you. But he covered his mouth with hers, cutting off and swallowing her protest.

Their tongues had juled for control of the kiss. The taste of the fruity wine that had consumed earlier lingered on her pink tongue as he sucked into his mouth. He filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing and pinching, and his cock had slid through the slickness of her nether lips, tearing his mouth from hers. Both of them had been panting with the hot spoke of desire racing through them. He had lain a trail of kisses from the lobe of her ear down her neck, before flicking the tip of his tongue over one of her nipples. He remembered tracing his tongue over the raised glands along the rim of Darkendaryole.

No longer able to resist. His mouth had covered the treat, suckled and bit as he enjoyed the cries and moans of pleasure, coming unrestrained from Verisil. Lotho he had been to leave the bounty of her breasts. There were other flavours he had been eager to taste, as he planned to drink deeply the milk and honey blowing from her core. His fingers skimmed down the side.

of her lithe formed to her hips. He blazed a trail of kisses and nips down her body, parting her outer lips. His eyes had landed on the pink pearl peeking out from under its hood. He breathed her in, and swiped the flat of his tongue over the dew-drenched folds of her bare centre, up to her swollen nub, inserting his thumb into her sheath. He groaned at the feel of it clamping down around his digit, his cock had expanded and hardened even more. She had watched him through lust-glazed eyes, as he bought his thumb, coated with her juices to her lips. Taste yourself. Beugamine. His blue eyes blazed hot, as he watched her kiss swollen lips, closed around his digit. Her eyes closed as her tongue caressed his thumb.

and her head popped back and forth, as she sucked and tasted herself, no longer able to resist. He had pulled his thumb from her mouth and closed his own over the sweet, wet core of her. With his tongue, lips and fingers he had repeatedly brought to the brink of orgasm. Pulling back before she could fly over the precipice, she had begged, pleaded and promised retribution before he gave them both what they'd, He craved, two fingers that speared her core, pumping in and out while his tongue rapidly flicked at her glistening nub. He lifted his eyes and watched as her orgasm built.

Come now! He had commanding, as his tongue traded places with his fingers, and he drank deeply from the well of her, as her body arched with the pleasure that swept through her. One hand found its way to its weeping cock, and he guided himself, to her entrance. He'd gripped her hips and in one hard thrust buried his cock into her wet sheath, made tighter by the orgasm still sending residual pulses of pleasure through her body. He bent over and captured her lips with his own, before, with a flick of his hand, her bindings were sifted away. She had wrapped her legs around his hips and threaded her fingers

through silken strands of his dark hair. He pulled back and thrust roughly into her again, smiling against her open mouth as she gasped. Flipping them over, he had thrust up as she rode him. Her head was tossed back, bearing her slender neck to him as her hair brushed back and forth over the top of his thighs with her movements. The nails of her fingers had dug into his chest. Sitting up he had pulled her tight to him and wrapped her dark hair around his. fist, angling her head further back, he placed his other hand at the centre of her heaving chest and quickly kissed her. Will you say the words with me? She had peered into his dark eyes before she threw her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. Yes. She had squirmed

and moaned while his cock jumped inside of her. He had given her right butt cheek a swat. Stay still, minks. He had cut both hands over her flushed cheeks, bought her lips close enough for a chaste kiss, and once again, placing his left hand at the centre of her chest, despite her words of assurance, he had let out a sigh of relief when she also placed her left hand at his chest centre. Gases locked, bodies connected in the most intimate way, and through their hands, invisible strands would tether their hearts, as together they repeated the vow that would tie their life's essences to each other. Come loch tecob, cry heges agne, annamakra, Godiarnia semofeta, body to body, heart and mind.

Our souls, forever more entwined. A flash of light had swirled over their heads and begun circling them. They had watched as it became a stream of light, forming a golden cord connecting and wrapping around the wrists of the hand on each other's chest, before dissipating into their bodies. Simultaneously they had grasped at the forged connection, took hold and the lustful passion they had kept at bay for this vow exchange, come roaring back with a vengeance. He had flipped her over onto her back, then placed her legs over his shoulders, and thrust high. hard and fast. You're mine, Verissa, you're mine. He growled as he continued to pound into her. Yes, she had gassed into response, and you're mine. He had taken her heart, though he knew there would be bruises marring her delicate skin. He couldn't restrain himself and hadn't. He had rebelled

in the fill of her nails, raking down his back, and digging into the flesh of his ass. And the clamping of her around his cock as he pistened back and forth, she milked him. together they had ridden the crest of orgasmic bliss combined with the magic blessed by Danu which bound them together so a journey back into the faking

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