Page 42 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

I drink her pleasure, swallowing her down just as she did for me. Her body shakes through it all. Her eyes are wide open, and her mouth is parted on a silent scream.

Slowly, her thighs loosen from my head. I expect her to pass out, but she doesn't. Her hands find my head, and she tilts my face towards her.

She’s all queenly power when she demands, “Inside me.”

I grin before pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh.

Without giving her a warning, I cup her hips and flip her onto her stomach. Dragging her by the middle, I prop her up on her elbows and tip her hips up to face me. My claws dig into her ass and spread her cheeks wide. Both of her little holes are ripe for the taking.

“Emrys,” she whines, not in embarrassment but in desire.

I spit down on her back entrance. Spearing my tongue into her ass as she squeals. Her muscles should be loose enough from the orgasm, but we’ll still need to go slow. Incredibly slow as I ease a finger into her tight hole. I pump it inside of her slowly as she thrashes. I retreat the finger and plunge it back in, eliciting a scream from my blossom.

Perhaps I can’t make good on my promise after all.

“You’re too tight here,” I explain. Gently, I withdraw my finger.

Her hand reaches back and captures mine. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes are firm.

“Fuck my ass.”

“My blossom, I don’t?—”

“If it’s too much, we’ll stop, but I want to try.” Her eyes implore me. “Please.”

I growl. “You know I can’t deny you when you use that word.”

She giggles and props herself up on her elbows. Reaching down, I grip my cock, that’s already hard, and begging to be back inside her any way it can. I press against her ass, and Laurelle moans.

Her smile is trusting as I gently push the tip inside of her.

Hot, tight muscles wrap around the head of my cock. It chokes the pleasure from me. Laurelle keens and claws at the bed. Gripping one of her cheeks, I hold her open. I have to see every moment of this.

I push in another inch, and her chest heaves. She’s too perfect.

“I won’t last longer than a minute,” I confess. My seed is already embarrassingly close to spilling.

“Good,” Laurelle groans.

I chuckle despite the onslaught of pleasure. My cock stretches her tight hole as I push as far in as I can. Laurelle’s breath catches, and I hold still. Reaching underneath my cock, I push a finger into her wet pussy. It eagerly sucks me in, and Laurelle moans.

“Full, Emrys. I’m so full of you,” she cries.

I retreat my hips and finger before entering both her holes again at the same time. Fucking her ass with shallow thrusts, I take some of her sweet come and begin to rub her clit. Her hips push back to meet my thrusts as her moans become incoherent.

“Emrys, I’m coming!”

Her ass tightens, and I slip my fingers back inside her pussy. Her greedy cunt clamps around my fingers as her come soaks my hand. Looking over her shoulder, her face is a picture of euphoric bliss, and it takes me over the edge. To know I’m the one who brought this pleasure to her is a privilege.

It’s too fast, but I can’t bring myself to care.

My seed spills into her tight ass as I gently fuck it into her. She moans softly as her muscles loosen once more. The last spray of seed leaves me, and I pull out of her tight body. I pull her cheeks apart and watch my seed leak from her ass and trail down her pretty slit. The sticky come gathers at her entrance before dripping onto the bed below.

I gently smack her ass before nipping it gently. Laurelle yelps before breaking off into a fit of giggles. She slumps forward on the bed, but not before capturing my hand and pulling me down beside her.

Curling her spine against my chest, our hands hold each other between her breasts. I turn and inhale her scent, loving the way her soft hair sticks to my sweaty skin. With a deep sigh, her ass presses against my cock, and it rises to life once more.

Laurelle’s yawn quickly dispels any notion of another round.

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