Page 55 of Atop the Faerie Throne
“Please come.”
Fuckkkk!
I buck against her hand as my orgasm rips through me. Lightning runs down my spine and into my balls as I empty them into my leathers. My fingers clench on her breast, and I barely have the presence of mind to funnel my pleasure back down the mating bond so she can feel exactly what she’s done to me.
She gasps against my fangs, and I grin. She’s had her fun.
My turn.
My claws rip the hole I’ve already made, extending it and granting me access to her pretty pussy.
Fuck. Yes.She’s sopping wet and needy, just like I knew she would be. I run the pads of my fingers through those silky folds, gathering the moisture and circling it over her clit before forcing them inside her with two rough pumps, then retreating again. At the same time, I pinch the bud of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging it until she squirms.
Her moan is lost to the screams of the dying. I pout a little, resolving to make her do it louder next time, then lick a speck off Rose’s cheek to console myself, flicking her clit once more before sliding my fingers back inside her.
I want her to come like this, and her little pussy is clenching around my digits like it’s on board with that plan, but Rose has other ideas.
Her hand, still cupping my cock—which hasn’t gone down even a little—rips at the laces of my leathers. I grin, stepping back to rip off my shirt and then use my claws to cut through the strings for her.
A ghost takes the head of the warrior headed for us, and blood splashes against my bare chest as her hands sweep the muscles there. The flush painting her skin contrasts beautifully against my alabaster white and the blood. Her softness the perfect contradiction to my hardness. We’re both glittering, covered in the dust her wings have been weeping since I asked her to do this. I lick it off my hand with a groan. Only one part of her tastes better…
She’s heading for my cock, but I’ll be damned if I let her take this from me. I want to come inside her next time.
“Ah ah ah,” I tsk. “The next time I come, it’ll be in your pretty cunt, and I won’t stop until you’re dripping with under fae cum for all of those prissy courtiers to see.”
I fall to my knees eagerly, dragging her leg over my shoulder in one smooth motion. I nuzzle my mark for a second, then bury my mouth in the heavenly taste of her. Sweet and floral, likecandy. I alternate between kissing the mark on her inner thigh, fucking her with my tongue, and suckling at her swollen clit until her hands fist painfully in my blood-soaked cap.
I want her nails in my scalp. I want her fingers tugging at my hair when she falls apart.
“Wear it,” I order her. “Put it on your head.”
My claim on her, for all the world to see.
She does it without hesitation, my hat obediently transforming into a beautiful red crown as soon as it touches her mussed up hair. Satisfied, I return to my task, relishing the sweetness that is my favourite thing in the world. Her hands fall into my hair, and she clings to me as her knees shake and her body trembles.
I tease her, flicking my tongue over her clit in just the way I know she likes. I want her to enjoy this, because I know the second I feel her molten heat gloving my cock I’ll lose all control. Well, what little remains, anyway.
My pet comes so prettily, screaming out her pleasure like she’s forgotten how many fae are around us. I lick harder, prolonging her orgasm until she looks down at me with fire in her eyes. Her grip on my hair turns bossy, shoving me back onto the blood-soaked charred earth. I barely notice the valravn circling us in the sky because she’s there, greedily shoving my cock against her pussy, using our combined cum as lube to sink down onto me.
Watching her determinedly struggle to lower herself is too much. I grip her hips, urging her with my hands to take me deeper, forcing her to take it all.
Her face goes slack, head falling back as her glorious ass finally meets my thighs. Her full tits thrust forward as a moan escapes her, then she looks around and freezes.
Panic effuses the lovely expression I was admiring, and I glance around at the hungry fuckers watching her cunt strangle my cock.
I don’t know who she’s seen. I don’t care. Releasing one thigh, I grip her throat in one hand and drag her face to mine.
“They don’t fucking exist.” My hips buck, drawing a shocked cry from her. Her liquid heat pulses around me. “You feel that? That’s your world now. You.” Thrust. “And me.” Thrust. “And your pretty pussy taking.” Thrust. “Every.” Thrust. “Inch.” Thrust. “Of my cock. Like the fucking queen you are.”
I punch up into her from beneath, my pearls moving torturously between us, rubbing her walls until those violet orbs slide closed. Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she surrenders. I’ve lost all control of my actions. Nothing matters beyond the place where we join and the purple glitter falling from her in waves. If she wants to stop, the dullahan is going to have to pry me from the depths of her body.
“Only you,” she promises. “Only you.Lore!”
“That’s my good girl,” I purr, powering into her. “You shouldn’t have made me come first, pet. Don’t you know the second round always lasts longer?”
Her thighs jiggle, and her walls clench around me like a fist on each withdrawal, trying to keep me inside her wet, gripping heat. I watch her topple over the edge with glee, committing every moment to memory as her hungry pussy gushes around me.
It’s not enough. It will never be enough. I want more.
