Page 73 of Joy Guardian

Needy, feral sounds came from Peter’s mouth as he rubbed himself against Maria’s hand. Grabbing her shoulders, he shoved her against the cage bars.

“No,” I whimpered. “Please…don’t…”

The sound of my pleas and the sight of rough male hands mistreating a woman brought back painful memories. My stomach roiled. My chest felt hollow, and my hands shook.

“Stop it!” I screamed.

No one paid me any attention. The fae already had their tendrils in theleilathasof both humans.

Why did they do it? Didn’t they understand how much fear Maria must be feeling?

Except that the expression on Maria’s face was far from scared or pained. Her eyelids dropped as she gripped the bars of the cage. Her breathing grew heavier. With a guttural sound, she yanked Peter’s tunic up, then shoved his underwear down, revealing his straining erection.

“Oh God!” Elaine gasped, turning away quickly.

I knew I had to turn away, too, but I needed to make sure that the woman in that cage was not a helpless victim like I had been so many times myself.

Peter tore at her dress, exposing her breasts.

“Yes.” She shoved his head toward her chest and moaned when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “More,” she panted. “Harder.”

He growled, dragging his teeth over her skin, biting and squeezing her breasts. Shoving her to the ground, he hiked up her skirt, then tore her underwear off.

She spread her legs wide, welcoming him.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, thrusting her hips up in a needy, desperate gesture. “Fuck me. Now!”

He pushed into her in wild, frantic thrusts, pounding so hard, their cage shook. Sweat beaded on his forehead, slicking his wavy brown hair. He bared his teeth in a feral expression that reflected perfectly on the faces of the fae around the cage.

Elaine rocked in a crouch, with her hands over her ears, and her back turned to the couple fucking in the next cage.

“It’s the tea,” she said when our gazes crossed. “There’s something in that flower that makes themdo this.”

I didn’t doubt that. I didn’t know Peter and Maria at all. I’d only glimpsed their personalities before they had the tea and the flower juice. But even I could tell this behavior wasn’t normal for them.

“Whatever they do to us…” Elaine’s voice almost drowned in the grunts and moans of both human and fae. “Wherever they take us… Do not drink that tea, Ciana.”

Maria screamed, coming so hard, her legs shook. Peter’s breathing came in ragged gasps. It looked like he came too, only instead of slowing down, he flipped Maria onto her stomach, then raised her hips to his still hard cock and rammed into her from behind.

She gripped the bars. Her face was turned to us now. Her hair had fallen out of her bun. Sweat soaked her blonde tresses, plastering them to her cheeks and forehead. Her eyes turned dark, just like Peter’s. And when she looked at me, I didn’t think she saw me or anyone else around us. But her expression wasn’t vacant. It was that of intense focus. This woman had a purpose, a goal. And her entire being seemed to be focused on reaching it.

“Yes…yes,” she panted, thrusting her ass back and clearly welcoming Peter’s punishing pounding.

Her mouth slackened, and her eyes rolled back as she came again, breathing jerkily through her orgasm.

Tazm had his tendril connected to her upper arm. He moaned. A shiver of pleasure ran through his body, shaking his legs and forcing him to lean back against our cage. Something hard thudded against a wooden bar, and I glimpsed a knife in the folds of his skirt.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I crawled toward him along the floor. Maria still gasped and moaned, lost to her climax. Tazm seemed to be drinking in her pleasure, savoring every drop. Just like her, he also seemed completely oblivious to the world around him.

Halting my breath, I swiped the knife from his belt, then hid it under the blanket on the floor.

A deep moan escaped Tazm’s throat as Maria was now ridingPeter, who clawed at her dress and grabbed her breasts. Both seemed to be running out of breath already. There was a wild desperation in their lovemaking, one that made sex a strenuous exercise with locked muscles and intense pounding. Covered in sweat, their chests heaving, they kept changing poses, fucking hard until they both finally collapsed, looking utterly exhausted.

All the fae who were connected to the couple had slid to the floor at one point or another, looking just as out of breath as Peter and Maria and just as exhausted. They disconnected their tendrils, but most let them drop to the floor, as if too tired to even retract them completely.

“Good stuff,” Watrat finally exhaled, running a hand down his face.

“The mage was a hack, but he brewed perfect tea.” Tazm stretched, looking ready for a nap.

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