Loren pulled back and thrust against my tongue while I sucked him back into my throat.
“Going to cum in your mouth,” I was warned.
It was the signal my body was waiting for to release. I screamed against the unstoppable orgasm that ripped through me and Loren quickly followed, jerking and releasing mouthfuls of cum that I swallowed, easier with him so deep.
Kheelan pulled out of me once we were done, still hard. That lying bastard. I dropped my stick, broke the magic binding my arms and pivoted on my knees, pushing a surprised Kheelan two-handed.
“Get on your back,” I ordered him as firmly as he told me to suck Loren off. “I’m going to fuck the seed out of your cock with my Dark pussy until you beg for mercy.”
Kheelan’s stormy eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little. I would have laughed if I wasn’t so angry and horny, feeling incomplete even though I had just orgasmed. I reached forward and scratched my hands down his chest, not even pretending to be gentle.
The shock on his face didn’t last long. He reached down to his cock and gave it a few strokes in front of me, taunting smile on his lips.
“Come here, princess,” he said.
Loren didn’t say anything but I could feel his presence behind us, watching. I think now I knew what he meant when he told me to try scratching Kheelan’s back. There was no doubt that Kheelan was a dominant sexually, but there was also a vulnerability to him that I hadn’t realized before Loren pointed it out.
He was afraid to be touched, to get close. As someone that had spent most of her life armoured against the rest of the world, I understood the power of touch.
I threw myself at Kheelan’s arms, reaching up to grab the back of his head and hold him still for my kiss, pressing my lips against his but not penetrating. I would not take from him, only offer. My fingers found his Fae braid and easily entangled it as our mouths battled, mine asking for his capitulation with soft, tempting licks and nibbles. His cock rubbed my belly as I arched towards him, relying on his big muscles to hold me up and putting my weight on his neck and shoulders where I clung.
“If you don’t fuck her, I will,” Loren said as Kheelan’s mouth finally broke from mine.
A deep, throaty growl came from the male in my arms. In moments, I was on my back and Kheelan between my thighs, thrusting into me. “My princess,” he said, eyes focused on mine while his hips worked me.
I put my feet flat on the ground and pushed up to meet him. It was so different this way, face-to-face and every emotion Kheelan felt there on display for my eyes to eat up. I could see why he preferred to approach me from behind. He looked down to my breasts, probably thinking about trying to rev my libido to catch up to his since I had already orgasmed, but I cupped his jaw and tugged his gaze back up to mine. We were in this together, a vulnerable meeting of our bodies and I didn't want to let either of us hide any longer.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded, pushing up as Kheelan thrust even deeper, finding new depths of pleasure as he angled to rub against my clit with every inch. He wasn’t the biggest of my Marks and there were no dark piercings to rub against me, but what he did with his cock made me forget everything other than his name. I was quickly tumbling towards another orgasm and it threatened impossibly to be even harder than the first.
“Say my name louder, princess,” Kheelan ordered against my lips after brushing them with a few butterfly kisses as I whispered his name back again. I didn't have enough air to shout it. All of it was focused on getting me between one of Kheelan’s deep thrusts to the next.
“Is this what you want, a rough tumble before you return to your boring, mousy life?” Kheelan asked, grabbing my legs behind the knees and pulling them up to change the angle again. Just as soon as I got used to where he thrust, he found new nerves to stretch and tease.
I groaned and rolled my hips under him, my hand on his braid pulling tight. “Kheelan, shut the fuck up and-”
He bit me. My frustrated order was given a sharp nip that let me feel fangs as he pulled my bottom lip to stretch out a little. There wasn’t blood but I kept my mouth still. When he released my lip a few moments later, I sucked the little hurt into my mouth to ensure he hadn’t broken the skin, soothing the sting with my tongue.
He slowed down and I knew he was getting close. There was a tensing in his shoulders and a deepening to his breaths. I squeezed his cock inside me, more than ready to be fucked over the edge again myself.
“Aeric needs you, princess,” Kheelan whispered to me. “You’re so perfect and I don’t-” he cut off, squeezing his blue eyes shut. They had been so clear but I hadn’t noticed, too caught up in the building tension of my muscles, the soft, slow stroke of Kheelan inside me as I tried to hold him.
“I need you,” I said. The slowing down of Kheelan’s hips should have delayed my orgasm but it only made it deeper, flutters turning into stronger contractions that made me arch my back. “Need you, need you, Kheelan,” I said letting my heels dig into his buttocks as he rocked spastically deep inside me, finally releasing. “Need all of you,” I whispered against his lips as I reached up and kissed him, staring at closed eyes.
Stormy depths opened as he shuddered against me in one last grind of his hips. I could feel the slight softening of his cock and the slipperiness that both of us had created, but he didn’t withdraw, following my hips down until he was lying completely overtop of me. His weight was heavy enough to keep me pinned, yet he kept his upper body propped to ease my breathing. We laid there in sweaty silence to recover our wits as much as our bodies.
“You are fucked,” Loren announced.
Chapter 12:
I huffed annoyance at Loren’s declaration and turned my head to glare at him. He had done his leathers up and was sitting on the ground with his legs sprawled casually in front as he leaned back on his hands.
“What else did you think we were going to do, braid each other’s hair?” I said.
Kheelan buried a chuckle against my neck, licking his mark. “Loren is referring to me,” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m the one under Kheelan doing all the receiving,” I pointed out.
“I told you already, you’re too perfect.”
He made that sound like a complaint. I wiggled against the breath tickling my ear. “I thought I was a monster, some defective Halfling that you like as much as gum stuck on your shoe?”
“What is gum?” Loren asked.
I looked back over to him. It didn’t seem like Kheelan was going to let me up anytime soon. “Sticky candy.”
“You are sweet on the inside,” Loren said. “But I wouldn’t mistake you as discarded candy. You’re more like a prickly pear. Only those brave enough to prepare you properly deserve a taste.”
I turned back to Kheelan, unsure if I had been insulted or complimented. I had never eaten prickly pear but now I would insist my stepfather buy some. He knew where to get all the best produce.
“I am not perfect and I am not a princess,” I told Kheelan, mercilessly squeezing his half-erect cock still inside me. He groaned and swore in Fae. I was getting better at figuring out some of their words, or at least, which ones were naughty. They certainly spoke some of them over and over around me. “You are a prince and pretty fucking bright and shiny although definitely not perfect yourself,” I added.
This time I didn’t understand any of the Fae except for Orin’s name.
“What did you say?”
“I’m going to kill Orin,” Kheelan muttered in English for me, raising his head to look back at me. “And you need to expand your vocabulary. Fuck isn’t a nice word, princess.”
I gave him ten alternatives, some of them anatomically impossible.
“She needs to sleep,” Loren reminded Kheelan before he could respond to my suggestions or try to correct my language further. I was tempted to tell Loren that I didn’t need sleep after my three day coma but the truth was exhaustion had hit me after the last orgasm.
Kheelan surprised me by l
eaning over and kissing my lips.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “We fucked you rather hard for a nearly virgin.”
I scrunched my nose at him. He complained about my mouth then used the same filthy words himself. This whole situation was new to me. Not the fucking, of course, but the talking after sex that I had been so good at avoiding. Orin and I had been interrupted, Falin and Loren had been on a tight schedule due to my brothers and even Eloden had been shoved out the door by my reassurances I would meet him later.
How was I to get out of this one?
“I’m okay,” I said, feeling shy. “Maybe a bit sore,” I added with a wiggle. I didn’t mind the soreness, but I would use guilt if it got me away from having to talk.
“Who was your first?” Kheelan asked, oblivious to my real discomfort. “I know it wasn’t Falin because I saw he was quite busy playing with Selvyth’s army. Did that fox seduce you after he got you off the battlefield?”
I realized he really didn’t know. I guess Loren had left that detail out. Whatever Kheelan was cursing Orin for earlier had nothing to do with taking my virginity.
Talking about my other lovers was weird even if they all treated this as normal. Nothing was ordinary about this situation or the irresistible bond between me and my Marks.
“Does it matter?” I answered, deciding to prevaricate a bit by keeping Orin’s name out of it. “The first time wasn’t about him, anyway. He told me that you threw me to the wolves for Aeric’s sake and fucking him was the key to keeping my Marks from killing each other.”
“Princess, your Marks were all safe except for-” Kheelan uncharacteristically stuttered the answer as he turned it into a question. “-m-me?”
“I didn’t want to die an old maid,” I said, trying to dismiss it.
The way the bond pulled me towards them all now, fanning the embers of attraction I had tried to smother, I doubted I would have kept my virginity long anyways. My first taste of Fae pleasuring had been addictive and I knew I would want to keep on sampling if they were offering. With my contraceptive still effective there was nothing to hold me back. Being kidnapped twice now and threatened had given me some perspective. I was going to live life a little more enjoyably.
Ai Lung had always told me the only one suffering my virginity was me. I didn’t get it then, although I had supported her sneaking out of the rooms of random guys and girls while I nodded misleadingly to her mother that we were going to the library or whatever excuse Ai Lung had used. The urgency to let Ai Lung live her life before Huntington’s controlled her wasn’t dissimilar to what I felt now.
Ai Lung had only gotten eleven months. She hadn’t wasted a single moment and told me her only regret once bedbound was she never got to seduce my brothers. I reminded her that they were too young for her at the time.
Kheelan finally slipped his cock from my pussy as I lay there in contemplative silence. I felt immediately empty.
“You gave your virginity to save Kheelan?” Loren said.
Put like that it sounded like something out of a tragic romance novel. I sacrificed nothing and had no regrets any longer. I ought to set them straight.
“I had sex. No need to throw a celebratory party,” I snarked at them both, crossing my arms over my chest.
Loren laughed as Kheelan made a simple cloth with a wave of magic over a couple leaves. There better not be spiders inside it. I closed my legs.
“Open,” Kheelan ordered, kneeling over me.
“Shake it for spiders,” I demanded. Kheelan sighed at me and opened the cloth up to show me both sides. My legs parted, and he rubbed me clean with the softest silk.
“Falin told Loren that you ran away after your first time,” Kheelan said, lifting one of my legs up and getting me clean all the way down and around to my embarrassed blush. It was different for him to touch me now than when we were fucking each other.
Loren chuckled again at my obvious reaction. “She buried Dain in a watery grave with nary a glance back according to the dragon, although his is a secondhand account. You ought to be careful around her, Kheelan. She’s a brave kitten and her claws are sharp.”
“Dain was thwarted. That’s all. He probably went for a swim after to cool off. I don’t believe he thought about it much afterwards since I had only done what all of you have been bugging me to do since the first night we met and fucked.”
“Lying to yourself isn’t going to make Dain any less angry,” Kheelan said. This time he didn’t mention my vulgarity. “Why was Dain the one you fucked first?”
“Not literally,” I said. No point continuing to prevaricate. It confused matters. “Although Dain found me with Orin.”
Kheelan choked a little. “A fertility unicorn was your choice for a first when you are afraid of getting pregnant?”
It sounded really bad. Like I had tons of options at the time anyway.
“Orin was available and he was willing to stick his neck out for you in order to stop Dain, so a little less insult would be nice. Besides, he was rather good at it,” I said with a huff.
“He better be with the prices he charges,” Kheelan muttered.
What price?
“The dragon would have been a far better choice,” Loren commented.
Not with that door knocker on his cock. I wondered if Eloden had needed to use magic to get his own pierced cock inside me.
“Falin was busy,” I said. “It was a last-minute decision.”
The cloth was used on Kheelan’s own groin last with a quick couple swipes and discarded to fall as leaves again onto the ground. A second later a little zap of power and the scent of ash told me he had more permanently cleaned up after our tumble.
“You are a foolish, brave girl,” Kheelan said as he looked over my body.
It wasn’t all that different than when Dain had done it after I had sex with Orin, but the effect on me was quite the opposite. I felt Kheelan’s interest and something more connecting us than just the bond.
For once I was talking to my Marks and there was less for me to hide behind.
“I want to get dressed,” I said.
Kheelan’s eyes examined mine for a long moment. “Clothes,” he asked Loren. “Stand up,” he told me.
I expected to be dressed by magic but Kheelan did it the old fashioned way, tugging and buttoning until all the girly bits were appropriately covered. His cock was still out and starting to rise again. I looked down at it purposefully.
“I would love to help you out with that but I’ve been told I’ll be punished if I get my dress dirty,” I teased.
How could Kheelan be thinking about going again after the wrenching orgasms he had given me? Didn’t male Fae have refractory periods?
“Princess, I wish this g-” Kheelan cut off, an almost pained look coming across his face. He dropped his hands to his leathers and quickly put himself to rights.
“Have you ever heard of a geas?” Loren asked.
I looked away from Kheelan’s troubled face. I was pretty sure that had something to do with magic but it wasn’t a term with which I was that familiar.
“Nope, what is a geas?”
Kheelan groaned louder and it didn’t sound sexual.
Loren said something foul in Fae. Yep, I was getting better at interpreting their favourite curses.
“It’s the Claim mixing me up with you lot because of my Mark on her,” Loren explained, but I didn’t understand at all.
“Stop,” Kheelan said, looking ill.
What the hell was going on? “Did I do something to you? Am I poisonous or did I suck all your life energy like an evil succubus when we had sex?” I asked in a panic, rushing over and patting him down for injury.
Dark Fae. I was Dark and I had done something to Kheelan. No amount of glamour could brighten my soul.
Kheelan laughed at me and then clutched at his abdomen like it hurt to laugh. Oh god, he really was dying.
“Loren, do something!” I demanded, looking up at him over Kheelan’s shoulder.
Loren was the healer here.
Kheelan tried to protest but he was still laughing and Loren slapped him on the back so hard it sent him flying a few steps forward.
“Still can’t make up your mind about me?” Kheelan said. “Either I’m all powerful or so weak that a mere Halfling could break me with one squeeze of her sweet thighs?”
I glared at him. He was choking on amusement, not pain.
“Orin left out quite a few things with his explanation,” Loren said.
“At least he tried to explain,” I said, defending Orin. He was still on my list of ‘males with dubious intentions’ but that was better than ‘stab on sight.’
I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look angry and uncaring at the same time like Kheelan usually managed. Loren snorted and I decided I wasn’t giving the right impression.
“It’s not that we don’t want to explain,” Kheelan said.
“The timing isn’t right?” I finished for him.
Loren ignored the annoyed looks we were shooting each other, getting up to fetch a canteen that was sitting on one of the logs.
“Drink up, evil succubus. Us males need to recover before you can suck our energy again,” Loren said, handing me the canteen.
I tipped it to my mouth without question, then I sputtered and choked as I realized it wasn’t tea from earlier or water.
Moonshine was more likely, although cheap sake might come close.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I choked out after spitting the rest of my mouthful.
“He needs to replenish your strength as you won’t be getting the same sleep as your brothers,” Kheelan said.
“Alcohol doesn’t really make you stronger. It only fools you into thinking you’re Hercules.”
“Fairy spirits are a bit different, kitten,” Loren insisted. “Honeyed ales will steal your legs but what I’ve given you won’t fool your senses.”
I did feel something. It wasn’t the buzz I would have expected. I normally was a very cheap drunk.
“Are you awake enough for a magic lesson before you go to bed?” Loren asked.
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