by Selena Kitt
“Lucy! Get that…thing…out of your mouth!”
With a sound like a cork popping from a bottle of whiskey, Lucy’s lips pulled away from the flesh she’d been feasting on. She glanced around her but seemed unable to see past all the smooth male skin.
“Lucy! By Jove, when I get you back home, I swear I’ll–”
“Who dares disturb my festival?”
Jack spun quickly and was confronted by a tall flame-haired woman.
She had beauty to rival a summer’s day, but her eyes, like her voice, were pure ice. Jack found his own eyes seizing on the full redness of her mouth, her lips so tempting that he barely noticed her nakedness.
She crossed the meadow without taking a step, staring at his gaping form, studying the farmer as he would examine one of his flock.
“Oh, dear. Standards are slipping. Which one of you peasants brought this creature to me?”
Jack felt a surge of indignation at being addressed so dismissively. “I am no creature! I am a man, and I’ve come to take back what belongs to me. Och, I’ve never known a woman to address her masters in such a fashion!”
The woman seemed to glow with raw power as she rose on her wings. “I am the Fairy Queen, you filthy ape. For your insolence I should have you pulped right now.”
Jack’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had peaked, and he dropped to his knees. “Please, good Queen. I am here only to bring back my wife, who your people have kidnapped.”
“Your wife? Oh…the lovely young Lucy.” A winsome smile curled across the Fairy Queen’s lips. “So you must be Jack.”
“Aye, your majesty. I am.”
“Lucy has told me much about you, farmer.”
Jack beamed with pride as he looked over at his adoring wife. Even when subjected to the torturous attentions of one of—no, three of—the most beautiful fairy males imaginable, still her thoughts were only of him.
The Queen waved a delicate hand and two fairy males grasped Jack by the arms. They squeezed his limbs with fingers that stroked like silk but pressed like iron, and they wrenched him backwards, holding him still against a fallen tree. The Queen coasted across to him on her powerful wings.
“You wish to take Lucy back?”
“Aye, Queen.”
“To come here, to risk your life and hers…that is not a matter to be treated lightly.”
“Queen, I am strong, brave and proud, and my wife has forgotten herself. I will take her back to my world. My sons need care, my house needs cleaning, my belly needs feeding.”
The Queen drifted, looking him over again from head to toe, a grin curling across her full lips. She nodded curtly to the two guards who held Jack’s arms. In seconds they had torn the clothes from his body.
“All you’ve told me, farmer, is that you need a servant. Why should Lucy be that servant? Why should I give her up?”
“Och, she’s mine. A dutiful wife’s place is in her man’s home.”
The Queen crossed her arms, pressing her breasts together, drawing Jack’s attention away from her lips. Her eyes squinted as she studied his face. “And what of Lucy’s desires?”
“She could want nothing more than to serve her man and his sons.”
The chuckle that bubbled up from the Queen’s slender throat held all the darkness of a well in winter. “I meant her bodily desires.”
“Och, dinnae be daft. She doesnae have any. The conjugal times are for a man. Women dinnae enjoy it, but the dutiful wife shows her devotion by accepting her man’s…presence.”
The Queen floated aside to allow Jack full view of his voluptuous young wife, now pressed warmly between two willowy fairy maidens, her lips exploring the firm breasts of one as her feminine fancy was caressed by the other. There was no mistaking the expression of ecstasy on her face.
“She has no man with her right now, yet…”
Though she left the sentence hanging, she noticed Jack’s manhood no longer was.
Jack coughed gruffly. “She’s…er…under the ’fluence.”
She gripped Jack’s face, squashing his lips together. “Young Lucy has been the brightest catch we’ve ever had. Desire is a strange flower, farmer. The more it is neglected, the stronger it grows. She would not be here now, had you…tended her flower properly.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You must do more than beg to receive my pardon, ape. Little wonder that Lucy was so…captivated by the young blacksmith.”
“That’s a lie!”
“We fairies may be wicked, brute, but we only pick those who are…ripe. And I can tell you…we’ve had none riper than lovely Lucy.”
The Queen rose again on her diaphanous wings and drifted around Jack’s naked body. She pressed at the meat of his shoulders, trailed her fingers across his neck, pushed him forward so that she could assess the tautness of his buttocks. The corners of her mouth curled up as she breezed around. Presently, she lit atop the fallen tree, her knees pressing against Jack’s hips from behind.
“Turn around, beast,” she growled. Sensing his hesitation, she nodded again to the fairy men, who lifted Jack bodily and spun him to face their Queen.
Where Jack’s eyes had been drawn to her mouth before, now he found them falling to the patch of fiery hair between her long legs, and the sliver of glistening flesh therein.
“You foul, stinking beast,” spat the Queen. “All meat and sweat. So high and mighty in your domain, yet here, in my land, you are worthless. Any one of us here could snap you in pieces with only one hand. Kneel before me, swine!”
Dreading the soft steel fingers of his guards, Jack fell immediately to his knees, finding himself wedged between the sleek thighs of the beautiful Queen.
“If you truly wish to return to your world, and to take Lucy with you, you must pass three tests. Fail any one test and you will take Lucy’s place, serving us here for eternity. Do you accept these terms?”
“Aye, Queen. I do.”
“Then your first test begins now.” She curled her fingers into Jack’s hair and drew him forward. “You must learn that the female has far more capacity for pleasure than you steaming brute males ever will.”
Jack blew a raspberry, but his derision was cut short as his mouth slipped against the soft, wet opening of the Queen’s glory.
“Mmm…very nice touch, beast.”
Jack held still, the scent of the Queen’s arousal made robust by proximity. It tickled at his nose and throat as her down-soft fur tickled at his lips and nostrils.
His mind was frozen by the sin of the moment. His tongue, however, seemed to think independently as it stretched out, sneaking between the curly hair and fleshy lips, sinking deeply into the warm heart of the Queen’s quim.
“A little deeper, brute.”
The only way for Jack to dig deeper was to press his mouth up against her, and he did so without hesitation. He rolled his tongue inside her as he explored her essence, part oyster, part ocean, just a hint of rich forest soil.
His curled his hand around his rigid member, scarcely aware what he was doing. He had barely begun to stroke himself when his hand was pulled away from his crotch by the now-familiar fingers of his guards.
The Queen’s voice had become less bark and more moan. “You must learn how to give without receiving, primitive. A little higher.”
With his goal clear in his mind, Jack did as he was told.
“Do you feel that, farmer? That little lump?”
“Aye,” Jack murmured between mouthfuls.
“Put it between your teeth. Now, bite it, gently.”
Jack attacked the Queen’s pleasure button with the fervor of a starving man. Only the twisting of her long fingers in his hair made him stop.
“Animal! When you see nought but the destination, you are blind to the journey! You will pass this test only when you bring me to the highest plateau.”
“I dinnae understand.”
“Dunce! Let me put it simply. How do you know when you’ve finished...conjug
ating?”
“Och. I squirt my juice. It’s obvious.”
“And the feeling you have when you…hmm…squirt?”
“Aye, it’s wonderful. Like I’m a lemon that’s been squeezed dry.”
“Lovely,” the Queen murmured through curled lips. “That is the feeling you need to create in me.”
Jack frowned heavily as he looked up at her face. He started to talk, then stopped and shook his head.
“I still dinnae–”
“Just put your mouth back on me and do as I say.”
Her tone suggested immediate harm, so Jack pressed his mouth back against the scented wonder between her thighs and awaited instructions.
The Queen placed her hands either side of his face. “First, brute, make circles with your tongue. Trace the shape of me, top to bottom, side to side. Mmm…that’s it.”
Jack continued following the Queen’s directions, licking where he was told to lick, sucking what he was told to suck. He ached to pleasure himself, but the heat in his groin was suppressed by the fire in his heart; the desire to bring his wayward wife to heel.
“Mmm…farmer, for someone so obviously inexperienced, you are doing a very good job. Indeed, the only novice better than you was your lovely wife. But then, she knew where to find everything.”
Jack dared not let his surprise register, lest he break the rhythm of his mouth. Instinctively, he sensed that his goal was near.
“Brute…what is that trite saying you use all the time? Lucy told me it…oh, yes. ‘Idle hands beg the Devil’s influence’.”
Jack hummed his affirmation.
“Then it is perhaps time for you to ward off your Devil. Release him, guards. Now, animal, bring both hands up to where your mouth is.”
Under the Queen’s impatient direction, Jack licked his fingers and slid two of them firmly, deeply into the tight, moist fissure before him. Amazed by the heat that clutched his fingers, he gasped.
“Now lick your thumb and press it there…that’s right, on that little bump…ohh…”
Jack ground away at the apex of the Queen’s slit and watched her skin growing pink all over. He almost lost his place as she fell back gently onto her wings and opened herself up completely.
“Now, brute, it is your mouth that is idle. ’Tis time to put it back to work.”
Automatically, Jack gushed his tongue back inside the Queen’s warmth, moaning anew at her spicy flavor.
“No, brute. Not there. Down.”
Jack crept his mouth downward.
“Oh, for pity’s sake, you dunderhead! Right down! To the other one!”
Jack quailed at the Queen’s fury. “But…that’s where you, er…let out your…uh…”
“I am a Fairy Queen, you animal! I do nothing of the sort! But that little spot gives me pleasure…and isn’t my pleasure what you are striving for right now?”
Jack hesitated. This was a notion that had never occurred to him, something that seemed should never be done. A quick glance at his errant wife, writhing beneath the attentions of so many wet mouths, gave him back his steel, and he pressed his tongue to the Queen’s rippled rosebud.
“Good work, creature. Don’t stop…yes, fingers and lips…and tongue…oh, my…”
Jack had sensed in the Queen the avarice and brutality of a starving fox. In one moment, it seemed she lost any pretence of civility, as she curled her body tightly and then stretched out, shooting up from the fallen log, bellowing her ecstasy with such power that the trees around them shook. A dozen feet above Jack’s moist face, she rolled like a tongue through the air, her slender fingers tracing the points of pleasure which Jack had only moments before been tasting.
Slowly she returned to the ground. She placed her hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“Rise, brute. You have passed the first test.”
“As I said I would.”
Jack stood, his member still rigid and aching for release.
“Do not get cocky, boy. The second test is a far greater challenge.”
“I fear no test. I am man enough.”
“You will need to be.” She nodded to the two males who had held Jack so firmly. “Brey! Kale! Prepare this…man…for the second test.”
Jack was seized again, but this time the fingers lost their steel, keeping only their silk as they fluttered across his skin. As the hands crept searchingly all over his body he tensed, jumping like a shot arrow when the clenched mounds of his buttocks were bisected by Brey’s strong hand.
“What kind of lunacy is this, Queen? Men do not commune with other men!”
“These are not men, brute. These are fairies.”
“I’ll not do it! It is wrong!”
“Then your Lucy is lost to you.” Leaning forward, the Queen pressed her red lips against the side of Jack’s face. She drove the scent of her body into his nose as she breathed honey into his ear.
“Do you forget how you wish to take her home, to stretch her across your knee, to slap her bare, round bottom raw? To remind her who her master is?”
The image of Lucy’s bottom danced behind Jack’s closed eyes. He imagined using his hand, and not his belt, to teach her, and a strangled moan escaped his throat.
The Queen continued. “Do you not recall how sweetly she held you between her legs? Or how beautiful her face is when you hold her down? Oh, how delicious her fearful expression as you force yourself into her.”
The images and memories flooded Jack’s mind. Brey’s hands began to work at the insides of his thighs, and if he kept his eyes closed he found that it felt quite…acceptable.
“Lust is like making tea, farmer. Men are fire, hot in a heartbeat. Women are water, and need time to simmer. The fire must lick at the kettle for some time.”
“Uhhh…”
The Queen continued her murmuring. “Do you wish to learn of the second test?”
“Aye…uh…” Jack moaned as a strong hand grasped his manhood and began to massage it.
“Brute, you must learn how it is to start cold…and to be made to finish just as you are beginning to steam. You must learn how it feels when you are the weaker partner. In short, you must learn how it feels for Lucy.”
“Uhhh…”
“Brute, I would make a suggestion to you. While ever it is you being pleasured, your chances of passing the second test are slim. Two men must climax…if one is you, then you fail.”
“But...no, I cannae do that!” He indicated Kale, who was running his closed hand around the fattened peak of Jack’s lance.
The Queen sighed heavily. “Beast, you came into my world with intent. Would you falter now? Think again on your lovely wife. Look across at her. Watch as her beautiful pink mouth slides easily up and down the hardened spear of that male. See how the male behind her is driving smoothly into her.”
Jack groaned with desire as he watched Lucy being pleasured in ways he had never dreamed about. “But she is a woman. Everything being done to her is sinful, but still she is built for it. Women receive what men give.”
The Queen’s voice turned cold. “Farmer…look closely. She is using nothing that you do not possess.”
Jack stared intently, and realized that the male behind her was plunging heartily in where no babies would ever be made. He felt the blood drain from his face as the Queen continued.
“Two males to please, two holes with which to do so. I’m sure you can find a way. Watch your wife for inspiration.”
Jack watched Lucy for a moment, the heat of his jealousy thawing out the cold fear in his chest. He studied her mouth, the hunger with which she drew the meaty length in, the abandon as her lips fattened against the hardness, the whirling of her tongue around the sightless head.
With every passing moment he found more and more that he needed to punish his wife for. He closed his eyes and steeled himself for what was to come. A last moment of bluster escaped him.
“Well, Queen, I always say anything a woman does can always be better done by a man.”
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sp; Working as a farmer had, over the years, brought Jack in close contact with his sheep. On occasion, there had been need to work a ram over in its nether regions, either for docking or cleaning. He gritted his teeth and prepared to picture the two smooth fairy males as nothing more than rams needing a thorough cleaning.
He knelt between Brey and Kale and grasped their prongs. He studied them for a moment, compared them to his own and felt pride when he realized his was both longer and thicker.
Slowly at first, using just his thumbs, he rubbed at the sensitive undersides right near the tiny mouths of the rods.
“Farmer, you are going to need to work harder than that. Did I not mention that you must pass these tests before daybreak?”
“You most certainly did not!”
“Whoops-a-daisy.”
Jack turned his attention back to his work. The two fleshy rods were only inches from his face. He caught the same earthy essence from them that he had found between the Queen’s thighs, though with undertones more of the sand than the sea. He felt Brey’s hands come to rest on the back of his head. With his eyes closed, the young farmer murmured darkly to all around him.
“Any uh you…fairies…tell anyone about this…” His words were knocked aside as Brey’s manhood dived between his lips. Jack felt as if his eyes were being forced from his head as the meaty lance tickled the back of his throat.
Jack tried to pull his head back, but Brey was far stronger, driving forward and back, treating the farmer’s mouth as if its sole reason for existence was to swallow the fairy’s sword.
“That’s it, beast.” Brey’s voice was almost musical. “You know you want it. Just relax…yeeessss…”
Jack found wisdom in the words, easing his muscles, letting the juicy sliding motion lull him. He even began to hum.
The Queen sat back atop the fallen tree, her long fingers exploring her own slit as she watched the action before her.
“Look boys. Seems our little farmer here has found a way to…take his medicine.”
Jack hadn’t realized until then that his own rod had stayed very stiff. He desperately wished his right hand was free.
Kale grasped Jack’s hair and pulled the farmer backward, popping his mouth wetly off the end of Brey’s lance. “I am here too, animal. When is it my turn?”
