Butterfly Kisses-Finale

Butterfly Kisses: Finale

By

 Cathy Brockman

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Party night got here much faster than I would have liked. I wish I had more time to get to know the imp whose name by the way is Ivan. Obediah has avoided me like the plaque. Oh well I guess if he is happy being a drone to the queen when he could be my prince then more power to him. I don’t need a man than doesn’t want to be with me.

I really don’t want to just pick a man like I’m shopping for clothes. It just doesn't feel right, but mom isn’t giving me the time to go traditional and fall in love. I told her I would choose a mate tonight, I never said anything about setting a wedding date. Perhaps I can buy some time and get to know this prospective mate. If things don’t work out mom can always throw another party for me to choose again. She loves throwing parties.

As usual mom went all out and the party was spectacular. There were fairy lights everywhere twinkling in the dark like millions of tiny stars. Being out in the courtyard garden there wasn't a need for a lot of decoration since the garden was beautiful enough with all the fragrant blooms and the fountains flowing. There were several large buffet tables set up with a variety of foods for all tastes. There were vegan tables, vegetarian tables and a table with meats and cheeses for the carnivores. Something for everyone.

It seems as if everyone in Fae has come to the festivities. Not only was there a smorgasbord of food and drink but a smorgasbord of men. And that one was meant especially for me. I guess the other ladies of Fae were waiting in the sidelines to choose from the leftovers. The funny thing was I still didn't want to choose. I would rather fate choose for me but I guess that wasn't going to happen.

Since Obediah made it perfectly clear he had no interest in being one of the chosen, I narrowed my sights down to Draecon the dragonfly prince and possibly Faelord the firefly prince for the first part of the evening. It didn't take long for me to realize there was no way in Fae I could live with Faelord. The man was just way too flamboyant for me. I finally got away from  him.

Draecon bored me to sleep with all his tales of battles and the like. I just don’t see me in his dark kingdom watching him practice sword fighting and all his jujitsu, boxing and gladiator games. I’m not the violent type or the outdoorsy active type either.

I’m more creative and colorful and nature friendly. I like sunning in the sand, and have recently discovered I like fishing. Well I don’t like to fish. But I enjoyed watching a certain sexy Imp fish and tell me stories of hiking in the woods, bird watching and life in the woods. An Imp that didn't show up, which is probably good.

 If I was to choose an Imp my mom would split a wing. But she never said I had to choose an insect Faery, her words and I quote were ‘LaRae, it’s time you choose a mate, this weekend at the end of the ball you will give me your choice from the suitors in attendance, and I will make the announcement.’ Nowhere did she specify species.

I had hoped that Ivan would show bu, no such luck. I had not figured as much since he let me know he wasn't a party type person nor did he like crowds or big fancy galas. I didn't tell him about the big reason mom was throwing the party. Mainly I didn't want him to know that I was choosing a man like most people choose food or clothing, second I didn't want to think that the only reason he came was a chance to marry into the royal family. If he came it was to spend time with me, to meet my family and friends and no other agenda. I didn't figure in just a few days he would be interested in me enough to come meet my family since he told me he was too shy and just didn't do crowds.

The night was half over and I had no clue as to what to do. I felt like just running away. I was avoiding mom all I could. I slipped off to the back of the garden to a big patch of toadstools near a small cascading fountain. There sitting on a toadstool skipping pebbles in the small stream was Ivan.

My heart skipped a beat. He came. Even though he made it clear he even had panic attacks around a lot of people, here he is. Does that mean he likes me? I take a deep breath.

“Hi Imp.”

His eyes light up as he takes in my long, flowing, fuchsia dress that has a seashell bodice. His broad smile sends goose bumps all over me. What is it about this man that just revs my engines?

“G’d  Evnin’ Faery. You look lovely.” He grins impishly as his eyes rake over my body, he folds his large hands across his lap but I already noticed what he was trying to hide.

But does he just lust after me or does he like me? Will he run like a rabbit when I tell him the real reason for the party and that he is at the top of my list?

“Ivan I need to ask you a couple questions”

“Okay.” He goes back to tossing pebbles.

“Why did you come here tonight?”

“You invited me.” Plop, plop, goes the pebbles.

“You said you probably wouldn't come that you don’t like crowds or parties.”

He turns to look at me. Even in the pale moonlight I can see the glimmer in his gorgeous forest green eyes.

“No I don’t, but I like you.” Then like a slight whisper of wind, “I missed you.”

“Ivan, do you like me as a friend or would you be interested in more.”

“More as in what?” he keeps his gaze on my eyes. I can see how nervous he is and I can just feel a pull between us.

I tell him why mom has thrown the party. I tell him I like him a lot and want to get to know him more.

He smiles at me and nods. I take him by the hand.

“Would you like to go meet my mom?”

He slowly stands and nods again.

I swallow hard as we walk through the crowd. We stop at the buffet tables and I encourage Ivan to eat a little. I grab a cup of honey wine. I need a bit of liquid encouragement to face mom. I approach the Dias and mom looks up at me hopefully.

“Well LaRae, have you made a choice or do I get the honor.” She has a smug look on her face.

“Ivan, this is my Mother, queen of the butterfly faeries, Mom this is Ivan, my mate.”

Not the end, but a new beginning!

I hope you enjoyed My Faery tale. We had a blast writing it. If you missed the first episode you can find it here 

Chapter 2 here!

Chapter 3here 

Join us in May for Kiss of Fate our prequel to Love Bites and see the budding romance of Nicolai a prominent heir of a large plantation and Illia a Wicca peasant girl. Two lovers from different stations in life and how fate intervenes.

 Be on the lookout for a big announcement at the end of this story!

Butterfly Kisses- Chapter 3

Butterfly Kisses 

Chapter 3

By Cathy Brockman

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I study the reflection carefully. He certainly isn't drop dead gorgeous but there is something about him that sends thrills through my body.

The way he looks at me as if he has never seen a woman before, like he could just devour me. I’d be scared if I didn't know that imps were harmless. Imps can be scary to look at and the way they like to cause trouble is disconcerting but as far as I know they don’t eat people or insects. I should be safe. Besides, from the bulge in his tight trousers I am pretty sure eating me as dinner is the last thing on his mind.

He must not be all Imp since he isn't entirely ugly. He does have impish features, a prominent nose and big wide mouth that takes up most of his round face. He has large round eyes that are a deep forest green. His hair is a maple brown, a little long around his face and wavy. And he is built like a brick house. Long well defined arms, big hands, strong muscular build, yum.

I decide to have a bit of fun with him and slowly start to wash myself, bending forward, my butt in the air, as I slowly wash my legs, starting at my feet working up. I keep my gaze on the reflection and watch him as he seems to be in a trance watching me.

 I would worry that he was a statue if it wasn't for the light adjustments he makes shifting from foot to foot as if he is a bit uncomfortable. If he gets much more excited I’m afraid his pants will rip from the size of that bulge. I can’t help but wonder what he looks like naked. I've never seen a nude man and I really bet this one is impressive.

I finally decide to break the ice.

“Hello Imp.” I turn around quickly.

I can’t help but chuckle as he darts behind the tree then peeks back around.

“G’day Faery.” His voice is deep and masculine.

I could listen to him talk all day.

“Come join me. The water is cool.” I playfully take a hand full and let it slide down my damp body.

He studies me closely but stays behind the tree. Surely he isn’t afraid of me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude on your bath. I just came to fish.” The slight blush on his rugged cheeks is quite endearing.

I step onto the bank and swirl changing into a soft orange sheath instead of the barely there bikini I had on.

He steps out but stays close to the tree as if it’s some sort of refuge as he looks at me in intrigue.

“That’s cool how you can change your clothes like that.” He grins in fascination.

Oh yeah I can have a lot of fun with this one.

I finally coax him to sit and chat a bit. He is very nice.

I must intimidate men. He reminds me a bit of Obediah, shy and soft spoken. He answers my questions directly but doesn't offer much else. Getting him to open up is like pulling teeth.

We talk about the weather, the forest, and fishing. He really likes fishing. So I encourage him to teach me, not that I really want to learn to fish, but for some reason I find myself wanting to learn more about him. Especially the things that make him happy.

    I meet him back the next day and explain to him how my mother likes to meddle and tell him about the big party mom is throwing. I leave out the part where it is for me to choose a mate. I figure as shy as he is, that would definitely frighten him off. I leave still not sure whether or not he will show. Part of me hopes he does.

If you missed the first Episode you can find it here. 

Part 2 here 

Butterfly Kisses Chapter 2

Butterfly Kisses Chapter 2

By Cathy Brockman

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We arrive at the castle change into our more human forms. I switch into a short black strapless dress with thigh sex-me-up all night boots.

“LaRae!” Obediah grabs my arm. “Where is the cream dress.”

I chuckle and swirl switching back into the cream color dress and pretty golden sandals that lace up my calves.

“Tell me Obie, which did you really prefer.” I pull him close and whisper seductively into his ear.

“Honestly LaRae, I like this one.” He pulls away, taking my hand like a good little royal escort.

“Seriously?” I can’t help but wonder if he may be not into women.

“Yes, I like the slit up the thigh and the sandals instead of the boots. It shows so much more of that sexy leg when you walk.” I shiver at the feel his hot breath on my neck as he leans so close and whispers into my ear. OK so I guess he isn’t gay.

We reach the dining room decked in all its springtime glory. It is always beautiful but I love the transition from the icy blues of the winter decor to the soft pastels of spring. My wings ache to be released to go flutter about and explore the budding beauty waiting just outside the window. I decide a fly will be great release after one more lecture with mom about the birds and bees. I glance at Obediah and think it would be nice to practice the lesson with him.

“LaRae, must you always keep me waiting? Thank you Obediah. I shall reward you with extra honey for having to put up with this one. You may return to your hive and take a break.” She smiles sweetly at Obediah. After he leaves she turns back to me. Her smile has turned upside down.

“It is time that you grow up and except your responsibilities as a princess. It is time to come out of your cocoon.” She takes a sip of her nectar.

“Mom. Be more specific. I have lots of responsibilities to assume which one is it you are harping on today?” I roll my eyes as if I don’t already know.

Her favorite subject lately is me mating. Giving her lots of pretty little caterpillars to control, I mean spoil.

“By the way, you look lovely today.” I’m not lying. She always is beautiful with her long yellow hair and buttery soft wings. I must get most of my coloration from my father.

“Thank you but you’re not getting off by changing the subject. It is time you choose your mate or I will choose one for you. I am going to throw a party this weekend, Sunday morning you will give me your choice and at the farewell banquet we will announce your decision, or I will announce mine.”

“But mom! A weekend isn’t time to get to know someone! It takes time to fall in love!”

“No buts. This love fantasy of yours is for the doves. You’re a princess. You have beauty, power, money, and the world to offer. What man wouldn’t love that?” She says with finality.

“I want them to love me, not my money, or power, or even my looks.” I push back my plate of fruit and flower petals, no longer hungry.

I know who I want but after years Obediah still barely looks at me. I doubt I can win him over in a weekend if I haven’t in all these years. Heck we were practically raised together.

With resignation I decide I will have to move on. But how do I find someone to love me in just a few days? I swirl and transform into a butterfly and flit out the window to go to my favorite waterfall and think.

The happy gurgling sounds of the stream beckon me from miles away. I can feel the cool spray of the falls on my skin. I can vision myself laying on a smooth flat rock, the sun a warm caress on my damp body after a dip. I can feel the golden sand between my bare toes. I can smell the soft scent of the water- lilies. Finally I see it the beauty breathtaking as always.

I flutter over the beach and pause above a shallow part of the stream. I start to swirl in a kaleidoscope of color as I twirl and twist. Creamy golden wings and a smooth black body soon becomes a long mane of silky black hair swinging in the breeze, floating around, wrapping around my pale bare body. I relish the peace here. I walk to the falls and wash my hair, plucking a Lilly blossom; I slowly begin to wash my cool aching body. The flight felt like a long one.

After a nice long shower under the cool flow of the falls I walk along the stream, kicking and frolicking. Oh how I love this place. My home away from home. No mom breathing down my neck. Just me and the precious gifts form Mother Nature herself. And an Imp? Looking up at the falls I see a rippled refection that seems to be gazing longingly at me. Or Gawking.

If you missed the first Episode you can find it here. 

Butterfly Kisses - Episode one

hello everyone ! with spring approaching , flowers springing up , butterflies coming out of hiding I  thought I would try my hand at something very different. This month's story will be a lighthearted,sweet and slightly sexy romp in the land of Fae with a butterfly Faery princess.   Enjoy!

Butterfly Kisses

by

 Cathy Brockman

Butterfly kisses post one LaRae for Ellie

In a land far, far away. Oh wait! That’s a different fairytale! This is my story and I am truly a Faery Princess. I’m absolutely nothing like in THOSE stories. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good fantasy, especially a good dreamy, lovey dovey, fairytale. But life is seldom like that. Even for a true Faery princess.

By the way my name is LaRae and I truly do live in a land far, far away. Yet so close if you were Fae you could reach out and touch it. Literally. I can just reach out and make a portal from my land to almost any land I wish to travel to. But I have to be in my butterfly form to actually go from world to world.

Ahh. I forgot to tell you that part. I am a Butterfly Faery. Neither my physical form nor my butterfly form are my TRUE form as some shifters claim to have one form that is more them than the other. Both of my forms are an equal part of me. I’m not going to launch into any of the other species and their existence, because I am selfish and this is MY story. So I’m gonna talk about ME. At least for today.

Now that you know who I am, what I am, and where I’m from I will move on to my big problem. I’ll fill in more of the details of the afore mentioned things as we get back to them.

 I told you before that I am a princess. Well I’m not actually a princess since my mother isn’t called a Queen. She is the Monarch of the Butterfly Fae(no pun intended here). We have one true Queen, well actually two; there is a Seelie and Unseelie court. Each type of Fae has their own ruler. There are more types of Fae than I can mention here so I’ll just stick to the ones relevant with my story.

 We have our own place among the land. Our castle, if that’s what you want to call it, is in a lovely garden in the Seelie Queens court. My mother is actually one of the Queen’s daughters.

 My Father is the king of the butterfly Fae. A true Monarch. (Sorry I couldn’t resist that one.) As you see I have a twisted sense of humor.

 I am very flirtatious, and like pulling pranks. It gets me in a lot of trouble. Which leads me back to my story. As you see I also ramble another of my traits.

A bee buzzes through my open window then landing on the edge of my bed, quickly changes into a young man. A very fine young man, I must admit, as I gaze upon Obediah dressed in tight fitting black trousers that more than hint at all his assets, a golden tunic that accentuates his slender chest and slim but firm arms. His face isn’t the most handsome with its sharp features, black eyes with golden rings and rich dark black hair. I have always had a thing for him. Well I have a thing for all alluring men. Especially the more unique looking ones.

“LaRae! You better hurry! You know how your mom hates to be kept waiting.” He crosses those long luxurious legs at the ankles as he looks me over unappreciatively.

“No! No, no, no, no! I will not escort you to her like that! She will pluck my wings!” He hops up animatedly from the bed, flourishing equally luscious arms.

“What? You don’t like my skirt? Or is it the top?” I turn and twist in seductive poses, brushing my hands over my slim but shapely hips and rather voluptuous breasts.

 The gold rings in his eyes get smaller and smaller leaving the rest almost black, indicating his feelings are very different than that of his words.

“Besides your wings grow back quickly.” I move closer and closer, until I’m leaning against him.

 He tries to back up but falls back on the bed. I climb up straddling him. He turns his head so he isn’t gazing up my very short skirt; that at his angle will hide nothing.

A quick flutter and he changes back into a Bee and lands next to the open window before changing back into the gorgeous man that he is.

“We don’t have time for your games. Now change into something befitting a visit with your Mother and let’s get moving?”

“Obie! You know you want me.” I purr.

“And I tell you for the millionth time. There is no point in me wanting something I know I can never have. Not in a million or more years. I am not a prince, I have no hope in having you, not as my wife. I serve the Queen.  That’s what I do. When she chooses me a mate, I will do my duty and make more baby bees. So change, now!”

“I love it when you get all bossy with me, Obie, wanna spank me?”

“LaRae, please.” His honey thick voice now pitches higher, pleading. His resolve as always firm.

Yeah no point wanting something I can’t have. Besides I like my men more forceful, not so subservient.

I sigh and swirl; my clothes changing into a cream colored gown, that though it still drapes nicely over my body has a more demur effect. As demur as I will ever get anyways.

“Better?” I huff.

He nods and we both exit through the window; a Bee and a Butterfly heading off to see what it is my mother is so impatient about. As if I don’t already know

to be continued...