Touch of the Fey: A Virginal Tale of Love and Passionate Fey Encounters

After promising her hand to her first love, the enigmatic Lord Damon, young Cora finds herself pursued by the lecherous and powerful Lord Vallen. Now Cora is on the run from the evil lord's men - but when she encounters one of the Fey blocking her path to freedom, Cora must bargain with the only thing she has to give: her body.

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“I understand I must pay a toll,” she said softly, taking a step closer to the large humanoid. She raised her hands to the clasp of her riding cloak and undid it. The troll's eyes followed the cloak as it fell to the ground, like a hawk tracking a mouse. She started to undo the buttons of her tunic. “I do not have much time to waste, or much of anything to give.”


Cora felt her pulse race as she stepped up to the apprehensive troll. Despite its rough appearance, it did not smell foul, but like earth and grass. Her attention made it coyly shrink away.


“But, if you would have me,” she breathed as she came closer. The last button came free and her tunic slid to the ground. The troll was still as stone, its eyes wide and fixed on her naked flesh. It seemed frozen by its own passion and fear. “I would gladly pay you in the only way I can.”


Her small hands stretched out to touch the troll's chest. Its breath sucked in like a wind whipping down a tunnel. Cora's eyes dropped to the bulge of its erection that was now clearly pushing up against the thick tunic cloth.


“I... you would offer... I have never... received such an offer,” it stammered quietly.


Cora smiled. The troll's shyness was endearing. It seemed much less intimidating now.


She slid her hands down its stomach and under the tunic, slowly caressing the rough-skinned abdomen. It groaned and began to clench and unclench its hands as if it wanted to grab her in them.


“Then it should be all the more precious,” she said. Cora pressed her naked body against the troll and reached up for its wrists. She brought its enormous hands down to her waist and pressed the callused palms against her soft skin. “Please, touch me.”