Page 66 of A Cage of Magic and Darkness

I press my hips up into his hand, my breast into his mouth. I want him to consume me.

“Let me hear you, Princess. Tell me how good this feels to you.”

“It feels so good,” I murmur.

“Louder. What do you want me to do to you? Say it, and I’ll do it. I want to hear those filthy words come out of your mouth.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, Taelyn. Tell me what you want me to do.”

I force the words from my lips. “I want you to kiss me down there. I want your tongue on my pussy.”

“Good girl,” he praises.

A rush of warmth and pleasure goes through me.

“Now I’ll give you what you want,” he says.

He tears my underwear to one side, ripping the material.He parts my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but he holds them open.

“No, let me look. I want to see every part of you.”

He touches me, drawing one finger between my pussy lips, parting me. He makes contact with my clit, and sparks of pleasure jolt through me.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he murmurs. “Tight and untouched. I’m going to kiss you there now, Princess.”

He shifts his position slightly, leaning in. His face brushes the inside of my thighs, and then his mouth covers me, hot and wet. As Fae, we are naturally hairless down there. I let out a cry of both pleasure and surprise. I hadn’t expected it to feel that way. I don’t know what I had expected, but nothing like this. It’s as though I’ve been blessed by all who are living.

By giving in to him, aren’t I only making him stronger? Is he feeding from me down there, drinking my energy? But by the gods, it feels good.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, sending little lightning bolts of bliss through me. I cry out and rock my hips, pressing into him, wanting more. He dips his tongue inside me.

“Sweet as a juicy peach,” he murmurs.

Is this what other couples are doing, every night, in secret in their beds? Their mouths on each other, kissing and licking and sucking? I picture myself taking his cock into my mouth. Could I do that?

The thought excites me.

“I want to suck you,” I gasp. “I want to taste you, too.”

He lifts his face to observe me. “Suck my what?”

“Your cock,” I say, feeling breathless and out of control. I’m not used to any of this. “I want to suck your cock.”

He ducks his head again. His tongue, hot and firm, circles my clit, and I cry out, my back bowing from the chaise longue.

He pauses long enough to speak. “Come for me, and then I’ll let you suck my cock.”

Ruarok slides two fingers inside me and goes back to sucking on my clit. The pleasure is intense. What if someone were to walk in here and catch us? I’m trying to be quiet, but it’s not easy.

Is this what it would be like with an ordinary man, or is he increasing the pleasure for me because he is part Incubus? I have no experience of what this would be like with anyone else, so nothing to compare it to.

Pleasure courses through me. My climax is close; I feel it rising, rising. My wings vibrate on either side of me, creating humming through the air. A part of me wants to fight it, worried I’ll lose control, that something bad or embarrassing will happen, but Ruarok shows no sign of letting up. My body is his now, and I’m like a puppet on his string.

I think I’m going to lose my mind.

Then it breaks, sweeping over me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my toes curling. Stars flash behind my eyelids, and my body bucks and shudders, over and over. I had no idea it could be like this, the utter unleashing of everything feminine about me.

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