Page 41 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

My curiosity is peaked further as her cheeks fill with color and she bites her lip.

“I imagined you standing in front of me. My knees on the floor and my hands gripping your thighs.” Her breath picks up, and I watch her squirm. “I thought of your claws pricking my scalp as you guide my mouth up and down your cock. I’d choke and spit, but I’d keep going as far as I could so that I could please you.”

My balls draw up tight, and I’m dangerously close to spilling all over her delicate hand. Shuffling her back, I wait for her knees to hit the floor in front of the bed. Standing over her, I stare down into her face. With a wave of my hand, a couple of pillows stuff themselves under her knees so she doesn’t hurt herself but also to make her the perfect height for what I plan to do.

Curling my claws into her hair, I let them press into her scalp and her mouth opens with a gasp. Seizing the opportunity, I rock my hips forward and sheath myself inside her warm mouth.

She groans, sending delicious vibrations down my cock. Her hands come up to my thighs before slipping around and gripping my ass. I thrust into her mouth over and over again. I slide against her wet tongue. I bump the back of her throat, and she gags. Tears stream down her golden brown cheeks as her eyes flame with more desire.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your face just like I did your little cunt?”

She makes a garbled sound, and I yank her off my length. Swallowing down her saliva, I revel in the beautiful mess I’ve made of her.

“Use your words,” I command.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Just like this. I love it.”

“Good girl. Such a naughty little cock-slut you are.”

She gasps at my words. They would’ve offended the old Laurelle, but this one lets them wash over her. My queen is a dirty girl who likes cock in her mouth and my fingers in her ass. She wants to be taken roughly and crudely by someone she trusts.

And I’m the lucky creature who gets to have her.

“Tell me you love being my little fuck-toy,” I command.

She squeezes my ass, and I can hear her come soaking the floor beneath her. I’ll lick it up later.

“I love it,” she says.

“Tell me you want me to come in your pretty little throat.”

“Please, come in my mouth, Emrys. I crave your taste.”

“I’ll feed you this cock every night. You won’t even need food. This will keep you fulfilled for eternity.”

She garbles her agreement before taking me back into her mouth. My grip on her head tightens as I rock against her warm tongue. She sucks and slurps me. Her mouth is tight and hot, and my spine is already beginning to tingle.

Her curious hand leaves my ass to graze under my shaft, and I’m done for. My roar scatters the birds lounging inThe Great Oak’sbranches. My spine locks up, and my muscles tighten as the seed is ripped from me. Warmth spreads throughout my stomach as my teeth clench.

“Swallow it. Be a good girl.”

Laurelle eagerly takes my come into her mouth. She gulps down two mouthfuls before I pull her from my length. Gripping my seeping cock, I line it up with her face.

The first spray of my seed covers her lips and chin. Her eyes widen as the next spray lands on her chest and drips down her breasts. I bathe her lips in my seed once more before shoving it back into her mouth.

Now sticky with my release, she cleans off my cock with efficiency.

Once my climax passes, I fall from her mouth once more. She licks over her lips and moans at my taste lingering there. My seed is smeared all over her perfect face and it’s more decadent than I can bear.

Her thighs rub together, her floral scent drowning me. She looks up at me, a silent plea in her eyes.

“I know just what you need.”

Plucking her from the ground, I toss her into the center of the bed. My face comes down between her splayed thighs, and I devour her wet flesh. It’s soft and soaking wet. I rub my nose back and forth against her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

Her hands grip my head as she thrashes on the bed. The sheets around us are in tatters. Laurelle is lost to pleasure as she raises her hips against my tongue. She grinds against my face, demanding her orgasm.

My tongue spears into her entrance, and I taste our mingling releases. I groan as I lick her clean. Rubbing her clit with my thumb, her body locks. Those inner muscles clamp around my tongue as more wetness floods my mouth.

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