Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Look how she enjoys their attention,” the dark faerie tells Cassan. “I think I would like that type of attention paid to me.”
His fourth faery, a lovely sea foam thing with frothy white curls kneels before the dark one. “I’ll pay attention to you, if they pay attention to us.”
My core gushes as I imagine exactly what the faery’s tongue feels like slicking up between her partner’s labia. The dark faery cups her own breast and toys with the nipple, giving a long moan. “That feels so good.”
My clit aches for contact, but my faeries touch me everywhere but where I need it, bathing every inch of me in the oil, one tiny paintbrush stroke at a time.
“Oh, fuck,” Cassan groans, and I note a shining, clear drop drooling from the head of his cock.
“What’s the matter, Your Majesty?” A golden faery taunts him. “You don’t like watching her get her pussy eaten?”
“I fucking love it,” he says through his locked jaw.
The green faeries give up their painting and lean in to suck on my neck; it tickles, but since they flank me, I can’t avoid their mouths. And still, the other two work their brushes over me. I feel my body striving for release without contact. My legs shake. I’m about to warn them that my climax is inevitable, but they seem to sense it and stop on their own.
All of the faeries stop touching us, leaving us to hang helpless in our straps as we watch the two lovers between us. The dark faerie hooks her knee over the sea-colored faerie’s shoulder, opening herself for better access. They moan and gasp in their performance, the blue-black faery urging, “Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” while her hips rock frantically against her lover’s face.
“Oh fuck, do not stop,” Cassan orders, his head lolling against the table. “By order of your king, do not fucking stop.”
Precum flows from his cock now, and the golden faery falls to her knees and leans far back, mouth open wide but never touching him. She runs her tongue through the stream and reaches between her legs to stroke herself.
The dark faerie squeals and shrieks, grinding against her companion’s face as she comes. I envy her, even after such a short time. And there is so much more denial left for Cassan and me.
“She is ready again,” one of the green faeries says, and reaches down to part my labia with her v-spread fingers. Simply being touched here, when the rest of my skin is alight with sensation, is enough to bring me to the very edge. The air of the room cooling my intimate flesh is like tongues against my clit.
“Careful,” the purple faerie warns. “Humans are so much weaker.”
“I am not weak,” I say, but my fingers curl around the straps.
The sea foam faery rises, her face shining, and approaches Cassan. “Do you want us to touch it, Your Majesty?”
He nods, his head thumping the table behind him. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
She laughs like wave hitting the shore. “Clean my face, first.”
“Fucking gladly.” He cranes his neck to reach her, his tongue extended, and laps at her face.
“She’s ready,” the green faery says again, and this time, the pink faery’s brush doesn’t stop at the top of my thigh. She runs it along the edge of one of my inner petals, up and down, barely making contact. My clit leaps every time the bristles approach, but they don’t touch it. Up one side and down, up the other, then down, working between my folds and circling my opening, dipping into my juices, until I finally beg, “Please, make me come!”
“His Majesty said no,” a green faery teases.
I look helplessly to Cassan, but he is locked in torment of his own, as the dark faerie circles the tip of a feather around the head of his cock.
Yet again, I’m at the brink and the green faery stops me.
“How are you doing that?” I pant. “How do you know?”
“I feel it,” she says and unstraps one of my hands. She guides my fingers down her body, to her dripping sex. “I feel everything you feel. But you... you can’t feel this, can you?”
She pushes my fingers inside her. She is wet and tight and hot and while I’ve never wished to have a cock before, I want one for the mere chance to bury it inside her.
“When I make myself come on your fingers, you won’t feel my release.” She pumps my hand in and out, rubs my fingers over her clit. “You’re so close,” she gasps, her voice rising in pitch. “You’re so close, so I’m so close, and I’m, I’m...”
I wail with frustration as her cunt spasms around my fingers, but no relief comes to me.
“Cenere, you can’t be so despondent already.” Cassan laughs, but it’s weak and breathy. “We have hours yet to endure.”