Page 156 of Atop the Faerie Throne
“Breathe for me, dragonfly,” Bree whispers. “Let it in.”
“So perfect,” Jaro adds, lifting away to watch the cool metal of the plug sinking into my ass.
“Don’t come just yet,” the púca adds. “Hold it until he’s finished.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Fomorian, is there a reason she’s still able to talk?” Drystan commands.
Caed snorts. “Because there’s a flaw in your master plan. There’s not enough fucking space.”
Lore says something, but it’s muffled as the widest part of the plug finally breaches my tight ring of muscle. I whine deep inthe back of my throat as Bree fucks me with it, keeping my ass stretched around the invasion.
Goddess. I’m so full, and yet my pussy is mercilessly empty.
Drystan shoves Caed forward as he abandons my right-hand side and reappears on my left, starting the rope tying process all over again on that ankle. Beneath me, Lore strains against the bonds, and this time my leg shifts with him.
I glance down sneakily and take in the intricate series of knots binding my calf to my thigh, and then to Lore’s arm with a small gasp.
Caed takes Drystan’s place, his hand coming up to cup my breast reverently.
I’m surrounded on all sides by them, being tormented five different ways, so it’s almost a relief when he climbs up to stand on the bed in front of me, raising his cock to my lips with a smirk. The blue crown presses against my lips, smearing them with a bead of white, and I dart my tongue out to taste him.
Over the last few weeks, the others have given the two of us space to catch up on all the first times that I’ve already had with them, so I know exactly how much he loves and hates when I toy with him.
“Fuck,” he curses, as I catch the heavy head with the tip of my tongue, then draw back. “Don’t tease, little queen.”
Drystan smacks my ass again the second I bob my head forward to take him into my mouth. I can’t even complain that it’s unfair, because Caed is right there, taking advantage of my parted lips to push inside, silencing me.
The mattress shifts again as my mates change positions, and I barely have the time to notice that Drystan is now behind me before he takes myhairand starts braiding a rope into that next. Bree is somewhere to my left, still playing with the plug, which doesn’t feel quite… normal.
There’s no flared base against my ass, just a metal bar that comes to rest against my tailbone. It feels like… a hook?
“Since you can’t follow instructions,” Drystan murmurs silkily against my back. “Moving will have consequences.”
Giving my hair a gentle tug, he carefully folds my arms beneath my wings and adds them into the design in swift, easy motions. My nerve endings erupt as he takes the same rope binding my braid and arms together and attaches it to the hook in my ass.
I can’t move my head. Even a twitch sets off the plug wedged inside of me, and I scream around Caed’s cock as my dullahan finishes his final knot with a particularly harsh tug, then steps back to admire his handiwork.
“Pretty,” Bree acknowledges, pinching my nipple roughly at the same time that he pulls lightly on the rope down my back.
“Finally.” Drystan sighs. “The redcap is silent, and our mate can’t move, let alone throw herself in harm’s way. I should’ve thought of this months ago.”
I would take offence at the false boredom in his tone, but I can feel his dry humour sparking down our bond.
Plus… I’ll never admit it, but the highhanded way he talks about me is a tiny bit of a turn on.
Lore draws back, nipping at my mating mark again. “So wet,” he slurs, like he’s drunk.
I want them to do something, anything, but by some unspoken agreement, they’ve all just stopped. Even Caed is still inside my mouth, letting me run my tongue all around his length. I want to lean forward and take him deeper, or grind down on Lore’s face and force him to push me over the edge they’ve all driven me to, but whenever I try, the hook in my ass makes its presence known.
“Wings,” Jaro whispers in warning, tracing his hand across the place where they touch my spine.
Pure, incandescent pleasure erupts from the spot, and I jerk, only to cry out as the hook in my ass tugs at those darker twistier nerve endings all over again.
Lore chuckles darkly, tracing the weeping trail of wetness that just escaped back up to my core and giving my clit a punishing little suck.
No. Goddess. If they fuck me while I’m bound like this…
