How does a lonely tree sprite want to find her man? Flaming hot!
First of the Wizard Kin series.
Daniel has left his destroyed mountain home and is in search of a new place to live. He comes across a pretty glade with a single short, round tree occupying it and takes his rest underneath.
Oleafia is a tree sprite, shunned by the surrounding forest sprites, and finding a sleeping man, proceeds to fall out of her tree and onto him. Literally.
Both lonely, they are each what the other needs in their lives. Though the fairy tale world they live in is a harsh one, and they are separate species, it matters little to them. What matters is that they complete each other.
Daniel enthusiastically teaches the lovely, full-figured sprite all about sex and love, and Oleafia is a more than willing student from the moment she sees his huge branch.
Through opposition from other sprites and a spelled glade, will they be able to form an unbreakable bond? Or, will they continue on their lonely ways?
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July 31, 2006
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Excerpt from Tree Sprite by Brenda Bryce
Daniel felt movement underneath him. Carefully, he moved off his woman. Lying on his side, he left his arm wrapped loosely around her, keeping her close. He was nearly asleep when he felt her move again. Prying his eyes open, he watched as her hand rose and she lightly skimmed it across her body.
Curious he watched her. "What are you doing, Oleafia?"
She cleared her throat and turned her head toward him. "I'm checking to make sure I have not turned to coal or ash."
He could not stop the laugh that rose from his soul. She was beautiful in her honesty. After having dealt with dishonest elves, destructive giants, and greedy humans, not to mention the other creatures and beings of this world, this one tree sprite was a fresh breeze that cleansed the dusty corners of his being.
"Well, I don't know. Let me check." He started at her thigh, running his hand across the front of her leg and the curve of her hip. With just the tips of his fingers brushing against the kinky emerald bush that covered her mons, he cupped the slight bulge of her tummy. "This doesn't feel like coal. It's soft and smells sweet." Leaning over her body, he placed gentle kisses along her abdomen and the junctures where her thighs met her body.
"That's my bird's nest. Daniel, what are you...?"
"Wait, what do we have here?" Skimming his hands over her ribs, he nudged the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs. "Plump and ripe. No ash here."
"Oh, that's my mounds."
She moaned when he drug his tongue along the crease he made from pressing her breasts together. He couldn't help the smile that built up and crossed his face. As he continued to run his lips and tongue across and around her breasts, he considered how beautiful she was to him. His people were attracted to sparkling effervescence and Oleafia shone brighter than a finely cut gem. Her eyes glittered at him, her smile nearly blinded him, and her inquisitiveness touched his heart. Feeling the need to show her how happy she made him just by being herself, he rained kisses and nips along her upper torso. Laving the tight nubbins and the curve of her breasts, he pressed his lower body down on hers to keep her from squirming. She tasted wonderful, but he didn't linger. The uncontrolled movements her body made brought his cock excruciatingly sweet torment. He had to keep her still so he wouldn't go off before he had her insane with pleasure.
Lucky for him, his people had high sexual urges and a short recovery time. This little tree sprite seemed as starved for love and touch as he felt. Ridding them both of the worst of the intense needs was his main goal. Mentally, he chuckled. They may be able to have a prolonged conversation if he succeeded in his endeavors. He really would love to get to know Oleafia. What she felt and how she thought, then sharing his own would be nice. That in itself was strange. He had never wanted to know someone as much as he wanted to understand his little tree sprite. Prior to his mountain home exploding, he'd been considered a loner and a recluse. Oleafia was starting to change that.
First, he was going to make his little tree sprite need him as much as he was beginning to need her.