Chapter 2

Tern woke first and kissed Tony lightly on the nose. He twitched and snorted before his eyes blinked open. For a moment, he thought that he'd dreamed it all but she was still there - still as unbelievably beautiful and looking at him with adoring eyes that reflected the blue of the sky and put it to shame. His first memories were of their last moments before they slept and he fully expected that they would both be covered in a sticky drying mess. There was no sign that anything had happened at all.
"Did I imagine it or..."
"I hope not," she giggled softly, "unless we're both imagining the same thing."
"And you've managed to wash already then? I seem to recall that we were both in a bit of a mess."
"No, I didn't wash."
Tony was beginning to realise that though she was unable to lie to him, there were subjects that she was reluctant to discuss and, when she chose, she was adept at avoiding anything but the exact question she was asked. He tried again.
"Then what happened to all the sp - pollen?" he said, "We were both covered in it."
"I absorbed it," she said simply.
He waited but she made no attempt to enlarge on her explanation.
"Absorbed it?" he echoed finally. "How - why?"
"How? ."I'm not too sure how it works because I've never had the opportunity before," she admitted reluctantly. "But I think it's absorbed through my skin."
"Neat idea," said Tony, "Saves on showers anyway."
She shrugged a slim shoulder. "I wouldn't know - the Fayrie don't use showers."
"So why? What purpose does it serve?"
"It's part of the bonding," she said, "but I'm not that well up on it. You can ask my dad when you meet him."
"Your dad!" said Tony, the extra implications of bonding were just beginning to filter through his mind. "Do I have to meet him?"
"It's better that you go to him than if he has to summon you," she said. "He's a bit old fashioned about his daughters bonding with humans."
"Old fashioned, as in...?"
"As in, he'll probably want to kill you," she said brightly. "Don't worry, I won't let him."
"Oh thanks. I feel a lot better now," muttered Tony. "And when am I supposed to meet him?"
"The protocol isn't very clear on that because this sort of thing happens so rarely."
"How rarely?"
"Does 'never before in living memory' sound rare enough," she said with a half smile.
Tony considered her words for a moment. Most of it made little sense to him but the part about meeting her Father was clear enough. Even in human terms, it made sense that a father would want to meet the man who had stolen his daughter and to satisfy himself that the interloper had honourable intentions. In Fayrie terms it made even more sense, especially as the girl's father also happened to be the King. Even more especially as, if his intentions were anything less than honourable, there was a lot more at stake than an unwanted pregnancy. The more Tony thought about it, the more sense it made, from the King's point of view, that he should view the human who had subverted his daughter. Of course, the more sense it made from the King's point of view, the less attractive the coming interview appeared from Tony's point of view.
"I suppose we'd better get it over with then," he said decisively.
"Later," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear softly. "First, you have to say good morning to me."
Her lips touched his lightly and his response was immediate and very noticeable. She giggled softly into his mouth as her tongue flicked feather-like over his lips.
"It feels as if part of you agrees with me," she said, wiggling herself back against the rapidly hardening shaft behind her small naked bottom.
Tony hugged her tightly to him, relishing the heat of her smooth flesh as the movement of her little bum stroking against his erection brought him a state of readiness in seconds. He kissed her sweet lips and moaned softly when her tongue lapped like a kitten at his lips, his nose, his eyelids... She tasted every inch of his face and all the time her eyes gazed rapturously into his. His quivering penis released a steady trickle of precome, spreading itself over the taut skin of her bottom with each tantalising movement of her hips. The slippery fluid ran in rivulets to form a tiny pool in the cleft of her bum, filling the crack and then flowing down between her thighs......(cont)