Page 50 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Her hunger for me—just like her delicious wantonness—has only grown over the years we’ve spent together. She looks like same. Beautiful as ever. More so now as she glows with more golden power with each passing year.

The time we’ve spent together feels short in comparison to those dark, lonely years I was without her. How much time has passed in the human world? Sixty years? Seventy? Who knows. My blossom hasn’t aged a day—her life is as eternal as mine. Even more so now that we regularly venture into the heart ofThe Great Oakto renew its power.

We are two willing and diligent subjects in that regard.

“We should be entertaining them. They are our guests, after all.”

Laurelle’s half-hearted protests are whispered against my lips as my tongue dives back in to dance with hers.Great Oak, she is sweet. Sweeter with time and familiarity. I’ve memorized her a thousand times—could tell you the number and shape of every freckle on her gorgeous body—and yet when my lips find hers, I am just as overwhelmed as if it was our first kiss.

I won’t deny my pleasure nor hers for the sake of some arrivals.

“Guests that don’t need us at the present moment,” I growl, my claws squeezing her breasts.

“Still.” She tries to argue against my mouth even as I feel her small hands go to the tie of my pants. “It seems rude. They came all this way as a show of good faith.”

Kissing my queen once more, I press my forehead to hers.

“We had one of these more than a century ago, and it was a boring and dull affair,” I state. Raising a dark brow, disbelief is written all over her lovely face. “I’ll concede that this time is a bit more…interesting.”

Laurelle giggles. “You can say that again. They’re no better than us.”

Glancing over my shoulder, my blossom is, as always, correct.

I spy our guests and their mates. How interesting it is that creatures of our ilk each claimed our own human beauties. Though none of them are as gorgeous as my Laurelle, no one ever will be. Still, the delicate females are in sharp contrast to their male counterparts.

The first pair I spot is the demon Asgorath with his dark-haired human, Irys, in his lap. Golden goblets of faerie wine lay discarded at their feet. He’s treated us to his demon form this evening. His skull burns with a red-hot fire that matches the blushing cheeks of his pale human lover. Together, their hands work each other through their clothing.

His hand skates under her thin black dress, and his long tongue caresses the side of her neck. Her moan echoes around the meadow as her hand curls into his dark cloak.

“I’ve kept you to myself for too long, little one. Shall we show them how wet your pretty pussy still gets for me after all these years?” the demon growls. His hand pumps between her legs as his other peels her long skirt higher.

“Yes, please,” she whimpers.

A small smile plays on my lips as I turn to my old aquatic friend. His reign has been almost as long as mine and the demon’s. He was always the most miserable amongst us, but that male is long gone. Especially as his eyes stare up at his crimson-haired human, Melody, they are just as entangled in each other as the demon and his mate are.

Albeit a bit more so due to Zalenyk’s tentacles. His semi-human form is long gone, and now he is merely a slimy mass of muscles and slithering appendages. Hosting her up by her arms, his tentacles slide underneath her skirt as her eyes roll back in her head. She lets out a keening sound when a second one disappears between her thighs.

“Wet for me, sweet one. Beg for me to fuck you in front of everyone,” the Kraken commands.

Melody’s eyes blaze with icy fire.

“Make me,” she challenges.

The Kraken shakes with dark laughter as a third tentacle hoists up her skirt. His other limbs wrap around her and bring her into his massive body, swallowing her high-pitched moans.

Lastly, there is the dragon—the youngest among us with the most unfortunate backstory. However, there is no sign of the cursed male, as he and his golden-haired, Anwyn, are a lot farther along than the other couples.

He’s already drug her behind a small rose bush. His green-scaled wings thrust towards the night sky while Anywn’s bare legs dangle from his powerful hips. Her blue dress is left forgotten on their shared chair, along with their food.

His tail slides towards her until she lets out a deep sigh. Wings flexing, I watch his hips jerk forward and earn a rewarding moan from his human.

“This is what you get, my treasure. Take your punishment for almost allowing them a glimpse of my precious little cunt,” the dragon growls.

“Lassar, you fill me so good. You own my pussy, no one else will see it. Never,” she mewls.

I watch her hands sink into his strong backside as their moans join the cacophony of the other couples. Laurelle’s and I’s will mingle with theirs soon.

Turning my attention back to my own treasure, she smiles up at me, and my heart stumbles in my chest. Gripping the tatters of her dress, I pull it from her as the primal part of me demands we claim her just as the others are. To show that this beautiful female is our mate and no one else will get the pleasure of her flesh.

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