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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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She slowly wakes, the feel of a hand gently rubbing down her side. She stretches against him, rubbing him in all the right places. The hand comes back up, cupping her breast and kneading it softly. She moans, pressing more against him.
“I don’t think you smell enough like me.” He whispers, lips brushing against her neck as he nips at her.
“Maybe you should fix that.” She thrusts her hips back against him.
He grabs her, pulling her leg back and over his. He thrusts fully into her, growling low. “I plan on it.”
She gasps, fingers digging into the blanket. She arches more into him, taking him deeper inside her with each thrust. She has never been taken so roughly before and loves the feel of it. He growls low, holding her tight against him. She nearly screams as her first orgasm rolls through her, soaking the blanket beneath them. His thrusts become faster, his hands nearly digging into her to keep her in place. She feels him swell inside her just as another orgasm hits. He gasps, grinding into her as she milks him dry again.
He groans softly, pulling her tighter into his arms. “I must be out of practice.”
She chuckles, twinning her legs with his. “I doubt that. Nothing wrong with a quickie.”
He kisses her neck. “I will disabuse you of that thought one day.”
“Maybe.” She sighs softly, sleep starting to overtake her again. “Until then, I think I’ll let you keep trying.”
The sound of a soft snort wakes her. She instantly realizes the blanket is empty of all but her and she slits her eyes open as the sound of a quiet conversation catches her attention.
“My Lord, she cannot please you like I can.” A feminine voice purrs. “I will wait for you to finish playing with her first.”
“So help me, Nalyah, if you utter one more word I will break you into little pieces even without magic.” She hears Puck growl back.
Her eyes slit open enough to see Nalyah facing him at the edge of the trees, trying her best to look seductive. Puck’s hands flex closed as if he is considering punching as she tries to step towards him. Warrior trots over, snorting and pawing towards Nalyah to warn her off. Nalyah glances at the horse, sneering at him.
“You will allow a beast to fight for you?” She glares back at Puck.
“I have learned that sometimes it is best to listen to the opinions of others.” He reaches out and strokes Warrior’s arched neck. “Right now his coincides with mine. I think you should listen.”
She glances towards Eve, seeing they are being watched. “Very well.” She sniffs in disdain and turns back towards the trees.
Eve sits up, holding the blanket around her to keep the cold morning air at bay. “What was that about?”
He pats Warrior’s neck and walks back to Eve, settling beside her. “The Fae have never been known to be loyal to human lovers. She was just trying to see if I am.”
“So I am your lover?” She lifts a brow, watching him closely.
He gently strokes her face, gazing deeply into her eyes. “You are far more than that, My Queen.” Her stomach rumbles, causing him to grin down at her. “Your stomach has the worst timing.” He kisses her softly and then pulls her to her feet. “It is time to leave. I will find you food while you dress.”
He takes his time brushing Warrior down, a plan forming in his mind as the horse leans into his strokes. He glances over Warrior’s back, seeing Eve putting everything back into the saddle bags. “Does everyone feel as Nalyah does?” He whispers softly to Warrior. The horse turns his neck just enough to look at Puck, shaking his head no.
“Good.” He stares back at the horse. “Is it your wish for me to marry her?” Warrior’s ears swivel as if confused. “Not a human marriage, Young One. A Fae binding.”
Warrior arches his neck, ears pricked forward, and nods. Puck stops, dropping the brush into a bag. “I will need a truce, a promise from my sister of no harm. I dare not do it anywhere but here where she will be safe. Can you see if Grandmother Willow can arrange it?”
Warrior blinks at him and then steps into him, nuzzling him softly. Pucks chuckles, stroking his soft muzzle. “Yes, I will be sure to bring our foals to you to play with.”
Warrior snorts, turning and trotting over to his saddle. He nudges it with his nose, staring back at Puck. Eve looks up, confused at them as Puck strides over and lifts it onto the stallion’s back. “I believe he is ready to go. Shall we?”
Eve closes the pack and stands, looking around for Thunder. “I haven’t brushed or checked Thunder yet.”
Several brownies and Thunder step from the trees, the horse already tacked up. Thunder noses the saddle bags, lifting one in his teeth as if to carry it. The brownies swarm the bags, tossing them up to one that is already on Thunder’s back. He is quickly taken care of, all traces of their campsite erased. The brownies bow to Eve and then disappear into the trees.
“And what was that all about?” She puts her hands on her hips and glares at Puck.
“My Dear, I had nothing to do with that.” His eyes twinkle knowingly. “It seems as if we are ready? Shall I give you a boost up?”
She grins, fitting her foot into the stirrup. “And give you a reason to fondle my ass some more?” She settles into the saddle and pats Thunder on the neck. “I’m good for now. Besides, if I let you get your hands on me, we may never leave here.”
He settles into the saddle, grinning as he eyes her hungrily. “HMM…Yes I can see your point. I will behave myself until we reach the barn then.”
Thunder walks her close to Warrior and she leans out, kissing Puck softly as they go by. “I look forward to it.”
His eyes hood, quelling the need to toss her from the saddle and have his way with her. Warrior shakes his head and begins to follow but at a distance so Puck can calm down again. Knowing this, Puck chuckles and pats Warrior on the neck, muttering to the horse. “Mares! All they do is tease unless they are in season.”
Warrior snorts and bobs his head in agreement.
So the wonderful thing about getting the flu is I have time to write more! LOL I could've done without the missing work and sucky fever though. Hope you enjoy! More on the way soon!
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