Smutty one shots!

There was so much to comprehend about the seductive y/n. First, she was inherently unaware of the fact she was was so appealing to one such as myself, a modest and unappealing prospect I intended to coax into forsake by the end of the night.

Second, she was exceedingly more clever than I had the foresight to give her credit for being as fae are far from being Seers. Indeed, she was gifted with Sight so in a matter of a few short breathes of time for a fae had not only uncovered that I was not wholly human, but taken it in stride and not once resisted my advances to her full extent of vigor. Perhaps little more than mortal sentiment of right and wrong held her from my embrace initially, but with that discarded she had willingly consented to my fervent feasting of her. In fact the perky little sprite had not let me bring her to peak just once with my mouth but twice, and her taste was truly exquisite when she felt culmination. So many synapses sparking simultaneously, the pleasure sensors of her brain going haywire until at one point I consented a belief she could not remember anything aside from my body against hers and my name dripping from her succulent tongue.

I was afraid that after two, extremely rhapsodic orgasms she would feel inclined to depart- and assented my self to fall into my somber sensibility as we spoke of my kind. Yet, the intense beauty had merely sat astride me, her sensitive netherkitty against the rough fabric of my jeans and pressing her weight down until I was rife with the requisite to be inside her again.

I gently slid her away so as to stand and remove my drawers, only for her to immediately take my evidence of desire into her mouth. I was surprised, though I suppose it was only conscientious, to return the favor. Curling my fingers in her radiant locks I watched her in her work. She was certainly better than I presumed- as she seemed as though intercourse was a rare and vanilla occurrence with her original reaction to my hedonistic flirting. Behold, a nubile temptress indeed, to be able to take so much in one quick swallow and hollow her cheeks every time she brought herself back from the deepest she could consume. Her hand caressed what her mouth wouldn't reach in wicked intent, releasing from me a truly barbaric groan of satisfaction.

I pulled her off, for fear of being unable to later should I acquiescent to her pleasures. The little coquette smirked as though aware of the effect she had upon my senses as she flicked her tongue one last time at the head of my cock, teasing where my slit was already aching to sow my seed.

"To be contemporary- holy shit..." I breathed with an answering giggle from y/n.

"I live to please," she teased.

A giddy awe bubbled up within me- wicked wench! I could taste her eagerness to fornicate in the air and it thrilled me to no end to know that my little queen was ready for my feast on her desires. A glance down revealed her puffy and shiny with the evidence of her previous zeniths. I pushed her back on the bed, slipping her legs apart only to be halted by her tremulous hand.

"Ashley? Wh-what about a condom? I mean, I'm on birth control but... I haven't been tested in a few months and I'm not sure..."

Oh, she truly was too sweet and alluring. I gently took her soft cheeks in my grasp and kissed her deeply and fully. "We may use a condom if you wish it, y/n, but I must confess that human ailments shall yield little detriment, nether should you contract anything fae- for the preservation of your delicate eggs, I am infertile out side of the Nevernever."

Relief flooded her elegant eyes and I found myself exceedingly mirthful at her trepidation. Never before had a woman provided such beguilement for me in my years upon this plane. Perhaps that was part of y/n's bewitchery- she was so incurably inquisitive. Like a babe, always wanting to know more or be informed. I found myself besotted.

That indelicacy dealt with, I pressed forward and lifted Y/N's hips. I was ardent to be inside that wet heat that had been aching for me since the concert- which if not for Y/N might have been a calamity. As I began to slide within her sweet cunt, she gasped and I gazed greedily over her as her eyes widened. Her lust, the cry she greeted me with as I pressed a finger over that small pebble that gave her so much delectation, it was scrumptious and I wanted, nay needed more. I yearned for nothing less than to watch this fair beauty unravel beneath me, to cling to my form and scream my name until she was hoarse and broken on unbidden wanton lust. However, the remarkable sensation the walls of her womanhood presented to me was at the very least distracting. I sank deeply into her welcoming sheath and roused at the truly torturous moan with which her hips greeted me.

We rocked together in such a state for a few moments, the tender start of her cervix kissing the head of my cock as I took in every inflamed and precious piquancy of her emotions she had to give unto my wretched form. She was so turgid and moist, it was exhilarating to taste the effect, feel it engulf me, that I had on her. I could apperceive her stretch to accommodate me and had I been many decades younger or less experienced with the pleasuring of a woman, I might have spent myself quite then and there.

Needing to feel her supple flesh against my own, I draped myself atop her and kissed her concupiscently as I began to slide between the cooling and lonely air back into her sweet, soaked little flower. The tumult of gratification she awarded me with was nothing less than the sweetest siren's call I had ever before been blessed with. I rarely felt such a possession over my women as I did for this pathetic mortal but by Oberon she had me wanting to possess her over and over until she begged me to allow her the abdication from my impassioned embrace. For the first time in my long long life, I understood my kind's desire to make deals with humans, to capture them and force them to create exquisite works of art for their eternal gaze alone. She belonged to no one, a quandary I was painfully aware of such but still.... MINE!

I hooked my hands under her knees, pulling her taunt to my form as she inhaled in reverence with her hands on my cheeks. It was of little matter to quickly turn us so I sat with her impaled upon my lap, atop me. I had never before cultivated the illusion prescribed to the human's concept of this so called heaven than when I felt her glorious feminine wiles pressed against my chest, the warmth of her perfect nipples pinched small in her arousal tracing tattoos along my skin. Her head fell back as she pressed until we were flush, lips parting and eyes fluttering closed. How could I resist such an exquisitely explicit invitation? I clenched my arms around her and lipped at the elegant arch there, suckling her skin and tasting salt from her body's dispelling of her excitement.

She was so enraptured by the final, tumultuous pleasure of our bodies conjoined and pressed so close together that it seemed the best her body could yet but to manage was to grind those sinful hips tightly against me, eliciting ravenous enjoyment from the pressure and movement against her sweet little ladybutton. It was truly entrancing to watch her sensual cavorting, especially when her pretty e/c eyes consumed with licentiousness looked down and into my own, arms winding languorously around my neck. Still, my own selfish desires took precedent. I had been waiting for far too long to release my spend deep inside this ripe and moist little kitty. Sorry, y/n, but the lap dance isn't enough.

I rightly gripped her hips, probably leaving bruises in my erotic haste. I began to cajole her as I began to buck my hips more ardently into her dripping pussy. The wail I elicited in turn was almost enough to consume a more weak man into insanity. I could think of nothing more provocative than her shaking form quaking and bouncing as her nipples traced outlines of far away places on my chest as I began to take her. This would not be slow or sweet- even if that were the way with which I functioned, I had grown too invigorated by this little lusty cherry, a nickname that I willingly stood by as the incense of her body wash mixed seamlessly with the spice of her sex.

"Ahhh yes yes yes Ashley!"

The sound of her saying my name only spurred me onwards but she exerted me back with alarming force and will. It was quite alright, for she rewarded me with the sight of her moving greedily astride me, head thrown black until her h/l was cascading away from her skin like a curtain. Her breast gleened with my Mark, blooming into a perfect purple rose against her slicked flesh. Nipples tight and her sweet little cunny convulsing around me, it was quite the spectacle, one I would have painted to send to the louvre for viewing pleasure, so I might see this whenever I felt a dalliance... though perhaps they would decline on her nakedness, and see it as pornographic which I readily consented. Yes, it would be so much better to keep the painting for myself- if only I were so skilled with a brush and oil colors.

I could feel urge to spill into her rising, to brandish her as my lover consuming my acumen as I displaced her onto her back and pinned her wrists above her head. "Ahhh ah Ashley yes oh ohnnnn" filled my ears, music no sweeter ever heard as I indulged such desires silently spoken. Yes, she was so fucking sweet, her hot core so slick around me. It would not be long until I spent myself deeply, coating her pretty little pink with white. Mine!

My ejaculation ripped through me with such sudden velocity, I was consumed by it. Y/n let out a beautiful yell as she too reached her end, my orgasm increasing tenfold as I was knocked from my senses with the unanticipated force of each delightful spurt, her blissful cries only heightening every sensation, from her twitching core around me, to that tightened coil dissolving inside of me, and the sweet taste of her excitement on the tip of my tongue.

There was a moment of silence before we fell from the peak, one were we both were in shock from the force and strength of our acme. Eyes locked, each breath seemed constricted by unforgiving ribs. Finally, her eyes fluttered closed as she slumped and I joined her in the aftershocks, laying over her, still deeply buried within her. It wasn't my usual way of doing things but she had been so good that I began to litter soft kisses along her neck. I felt the most peculiar compulsion to mark her here as well so I did, sucking one final little rose beneath her ear and soaring from the taste of her giddy giggle.

She wrapped her arms soothingly around me and sighed in contentment. I smiled softly, wondering when she would comprehend she was literally glowing a dim gold light. Oh well, those quizzitations could wait until morning. For now, I turned over to the pillows and laid her on top of me again, feeling no exceptional obligation to remove my self from her just yet. I wonder if she'd be willing for another round in the morning?

Notes

Ok but for the record while I couldn't spell it, I actually knew to use "acquiescent" myself!

Hell yes, I'm proud of my self for that- there's so much vocabulary I know that I never think to use! I mostly just substitute it with swearing...

Anyway that's the last chapter for Sparks of Desire- may make it into a full fledged story if I have the time but probably not. I don't really enjoy writing Ashley as asking anyone out or anything like that. I get that it's AU but considering he's only had one girlfriend before (that we know of anyway) and a string of lovers/one night dalliances, I'm gonna assume he's not the commitment type for now. But it did give me an idea for a fucking hilarious fic later. Look forward to writing that cuz I'm sick Next story topic: Heat. >:)

R&R!!!!

P.s. Be great if we could all decide when we wanted to get get pregnant like that or not- let's be completely honest hormone therapy is a fucking bitch. Not that I have anything against condoms but let's be 100% honest- they're useless.