Page 19 of Fairy's Forbidden Touch
The patterns beneath his skin flared brightly at my words, his pupils dilating further. “You are certain?”
“Very certain,” I assured him.
With careful movements, he coated his fingers with the shimmering liquid. “I will prepare you properly,” he said, his tone making it clear this was another area he’d “researched” thoroughly.
His preparation was methodical but passionate, each movement designed to both ready me physically and increase my pleasure. The “enhanced” properties of the fae lubricant became immediately apparent—everywhere it touched seemed to come alive with sensation, a tingling warmth that intensified every touch.
“Jesus,” I gasped as his fingers worked me open with exquisite patience. “That stuff is… wow.”
“It responds to desire,” he explained, watching my reactions closely. “The more you want, the more intense the sensation becomes.”
Given how desperately I wanted him at that moment, it was no wonder the sensations were overwhelming. His fingers found my prostate with unerring accuracy—definitely well researched—and the combination of pressure and the magical lubricant had me writhing against the bedding.
“Please,” I finally gasped. “I’m ready. More than ready.”
Thalen withdrew his fingers, positioning himself between my legs. The patterns beneath his skin were pulsing rapidly now, casting enough light to illuminate the entire room in a soft glow.
“I wish to see your face,” he said, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist. “To watch as we join.”
He aligned himself carefully, the head of his cock pressing against me. Despite his cool body temperature, he felt hot here, the patterns beneath the skin pulsing with heat and light.
“Relax for me,” he murmured, one hand stroking soothingly along my thigh.
As he pressed forward, the enhanced lubricant made the penetration surprisingly easy despite his size. The initial stretch gave way to a fullness that, combined with the tingling warmth of the lubricant, sent waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh god,” I breathed as he seated himself fully.
Thalen was perfectly still, his expression one of intense concentration. The patterns beneath his skin were so bright now they cast shadows across the room, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
“You feel…” he began, then seemed at a loss for words. “I never imagined…”
I reached up to touch his face, drawing him down for a kiss. “Move,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”
He began slowly, each thrust careful and measured. But as my body adjusted and responded, his control began to fray. The rhythm became more insistent, his breathing more ragged. Around us, I became aware of the room itself responding—the lights dimming and brightening in time with his movements, the very air seeming to vibrate with energy.
“Your magic,” I gasped, noticing how the patterns of light were spreading beyond his skin to swirl around us.
“It responds to intense emotion,” he managed, his voice strained. “To connection.”
He shifted slightly, finding an angle that made me cry out as he hit my prostate directly. Satisfied with my reaction, he maintained the position, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me that were amplified by the magical lubricant.
“Thalen,” I moaned, clutching at his shoulders. “I’m close.”
“Not yet,” he commanded, his voice taking on that princely authority that never failed to affect me. “Together.”
He reached between us, wrapping cool fingers around my cock. The contact, slick with the enhanced lubricant, was almost too much to bear. Each stroke was perfectly timed with his thrusts, building the pressure to nearly unbearable levels.
The patterns of light were everywhere now—not just on his skin but swirling around us, filling the room with pulsing luminescence that moved in rhythm with our bodies. It was as if his magic had created a physical manifestation of our pleasure, surrounding us in light and sensation.
“Now,” he finally gasped, his rhythm faltering as he approached his peak. “Jesse, now.”
The use of my name in that commanding tone pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry that echoed through the spacious room, pleasure crashing through me in waves that seemed amplified by the swirling magic. The patterns of light flared blindingly bright, and I felt Thalen follow me into release, his body tensing as he came deep inside me.
For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, we were suspended in that perfect moment of shared pleasure, surrounded by pulsing light and the vibration of his magic. Then, gradually, the intensity began to ebb, the light patterns slowly fading back to their normal luminescence.
Thalen carefully withdrew, then collapsed beside me on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The patterns beneath his skin continued to pulse, though more gently now, like aftershocks.
“That was…” I began, then laughed breathlessly. “I don’t even have words.”
