by Sofia Daniel
“For your acceptance.”
Prince August furrowed his brows. “Unity, you saved me from a lifetime of slavery and did so in the most pleasurable manner. It took every ounce of restraint to tear myself from your arms.”
My heart thudded, and heat surged between my legs. I squirmed in Prince August’s arms, hungering for him to place his lips on my neck… and other places. This time, my symptoms came all at once, and my lips parted with a desperate moan.
His nostrils flared. “Are you—”
“Yes.” I slipped my fingers between my legs and massaged my swelling clit. The action only intensified the throbbing.
“Your heat has returned at the right moment.” Prince August placed a kiss on my head. “I will deliver you to my brothers soon.”
He flew over a river that meandered around the mountainside, and in some places, the water poured down into a deep valley.
Swarms of lanternflies flew alongside us, reminding me of my time at the Spring Court, but there wasn’t a single blossom in sight. Instead, the riverbanks swelled with vegetation, and huge weeping willows dipped their branches into the water as though taking a drink.
“Where are we going?” I asked between gasping breaths.
“Somewhere within the Summer Court where no one can disturb us,” he said.
Sweat trickled down my fevered brow, which cooled in the breeze created by his wing currents. I stared into his green eyes, remembering what had happened the last time one of his brothers had given me such assurances. “What about the guards?”
“No one can enter without my permission.” As though reading my mind, he added, “The enchantment took hold of our senses the night you spent with Bradwell. He woke up with you at his side and called the guards to complete your arrest.”
“Right.” I clenched my teeth as molten spasms seized my core.
Sparks detonated along my nerve endings, making me shudder and twitch. Only the thought of kelpies and the promised mating frenzy with the princes stopped me from wriggling out of his grasp and jumping into the river.
“I’m sorry that happened,” he murmured. “If it’s any consolation, Her Majesty was furious when she discovered that you had outsmarted the guard.”
Under normal circumstances, I might have laughed, but my hungry core screamed at me to reach down between our bodies and grab his dick. I shook off the urge and imagined the guard writhing around on the ground with an iron cock-ring burning his junk.
“What happened to him?” I asked.
“He now occupies your former cell.”
I nodded. That was the least that bastard deserved. How many female prisoners had that creep abused? From the way he acted in the dungeon, I was guessing I hadn’t been the first.
Just as my fingers slid down Prince August’s gorgeous, tight abs, we drifted down to a bridge, whose semi-circular arch and reflection formed a perfect circle.
My hand stilled. “Are we going to fly under it?”
“Something like that.”
Before I could ask, Prince August swooped beneath the bridge. I tilted my head up to find hundreds of lanternflies nesting on its underside, illuminating the water’s surface. Below us, a large round boat bobbed up and down with the current. Lying on the deck bound, gagged, and deliciously naked were Princes Bradwell, Caulden, and Rory.
Each of them jerked up and shot us venomous glares, but my gaze wandered down their muscular bodies to the erections swelling between their legs.
My mouth watered, and the muscles of my core quickened. “Did you strip them for me?”
“Gala made us kneel before her portrait each evening while she went away to complete her beauty regime.” Prince August grimaced. “While she was gone, we used to—”
“Ah, right.” The thought of four naked, faerie princes playing with their cocks was more than I could bear. “Which one can I have first?”
Prince August deposited me on the deck and flicked his wrist, removing his brothers’ gags. I waited for them to recognize me, but they were too busy scowling at their brother, who stood at my shoulder.
Prince Bradwell’s amber eyes flashed. “What is the meaning of this?”
I opened my mouth to explain that they were under an enchantment, but Prince August spoke first. “I brought you a female in heat.”
“Is that why you removed our chastity devices?” snarled Prince Caulden. “We’re supposed to save ourselves for Gala.”
“What in Dubnos were you thinking?” said Prince Rory.
Prince August slid my cloak off my shoulders and lifted my nightshirt, exposing my thighs. “Does that mean I can have this female for myself?”
Their gazes wandered up my legs, where moisture already trickled down from my slick folds. A breeze cooled my thighs as Prince August exposed my pussy, but it did nothing to ease the fire raging through my core.
“Show me more,” rasped the Autumn Prince.
“Stop that,” Prince Caulden snapped.
Prince August’s lips crashed onto mine in a kiss that made my toes curl. My heartbeat trembled, and the pulse behind my clit pounded hard between my thighs. A wave of dizziness struck as my core pulsed like an explosive about to detonate. I grabbed onto his shirt for balance and lost myself in his kiss.
He drew back from the kiss and pulled off my borrowed nightshirt. “Ready?”
I grabbed at the erection straining through his breeches, but he wrapped his hand around my wrist and turned me toward the other princes. “I’ll sit this one out while you tend to my brothers.”
“A-alright,” I murmured through panting breaths.
“Come no closer,” said Prince Bradwell.
Prince Caulden scowled and bucked his hips, making his gorgeous, thick cock bounce. Since he could probably turn body parts as cold as ice, I would reserve him for later.
My gaze dropped to Prince Rory, who bared his teeth in a snarl. “August,” he said. “When Gala finds out about this—”
“What?” I straddled his hips and placed my hands on his broad, muscular chest. “Don’t you want me?”
His gaze lingered on my breasts, and he licked his dry lips. “Certainly not.”
“But I’m so wet, my maidenhead is gaping open, and my clit is pounding for your cock.”
“Don’t be so…” His eyes glazed. “Really?”
I lowered my hips, so my slit sat directly on his erection. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made me?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
I leaned into him, rubbed my nipples against his chest, and whispered, “Would you like to feel how hot I’ve become?”
“Ignore her,” Prince Caulden snapped. “She’s testing your loyalty, and you’re failing. Miserably.”
“Gala did say he was the filthiest of us all,” muttered Prince Bradwell.
I snorted. Let’s see how much willpower those two exercised after seeing me fuck their brother.
Hatred burned in Prince Rory’s dark eyes like coals waiting to ignite, and his body went as stiff as his huge, purple cock. He shook his head, as though trying to ward me off but didn’t say a word.
I placed my hands on his warm, bare chest and inhaled a deep breath. Was it rape if the person was enchanted to be loyal to Gala and her wretched father? The Prince Rory I knew would flip me over and pound me until I shattered into a twitching pile of sated flesh.
“If you’re going to violate my person, do it fast,” he said with a trace of encouragement in his voice.
My brows rose, but I didn’t taunt him on how much he wanted this. Lady Gala’s enchantment could control his mind, but his primal faerie instincts urged him to mate.
“Alright, then.” I reached down between our bodies and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his thick cock.
Prince Rory hissed through his clenched teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. I pressed the palm of the other on his chest to steady myself.
“Send her away,” said Prince Bradwell.
“I’m going to tell Gala, and s
he’ll discard you for sure,” added Prince Caulden.
“W-wait,” said Prince Rory.
A warm hand landed on my shoulder, and I turned to meet the concerned gaze of Prince August. “Each of my brothers will thank you for this. Please, don’t keep them in this accursed state for longer than necessary.”
The Summer Prince’s words gave me the encouragement I needed to continue the task, and I raised my hips and positioned myself over his tip. Prince Rory slipped past my slick folds and cried out when he reached my tight opening.
“Hold on.” I rubbed his leaking cock-head at my entrance and pushed.
It had only been hours since I had fucked Prince August, but the stretch was intense. Crying out at the pleasure, I hugged the bulbous tip with my tight entrance as he slipped through.
Prince Rory’s eyes widened, and his lips parted in a low, shuddering moan that made my core twitch and spasm around his organ.
I slid down his pulsing member, engulfing him until I could feel his plump balls against my ass. Pausing in place, I let my muscles adjust to his pulsing girth.
“Disgraceful,” said Prince Bradwell. “I can’t believe you let her use you like that.”
I glanced across at the erection straining over his belly and drizzling copious amounts of pre-cum. “You’re next.”
The cerise-haired prince huffed but didn’t turn away.
“Move,” said Prince Rory in a tone that meant to move away, but the heat in his eyes told me he wanted friction. I circled my hips, eager for that deep penetration where Prince August had pounded into the source of my heat.
“Harder.” Prince Rory’s russet hair fanned out across the deck of the round boat, mingling with Prince Bradwell’s cerise and Prince Caulden’s powder blue.
Balancing my palms on his chest, I raised my hips and sank back onto his hard dick. Prince Rory thrust back, deepening our connection. Pleasure tingled along my core with each stretch and contraction of my walls. I wanted this to last forever, but the snarling of the two princes at our sides told me that time was critical. If I broke their curses, we had an entire lifetime to enjoy long, leisurely fucks.
Prince Rory’s eyes bore into mine with an intensity I hadn’t seen since the day he’d threatened to have me executed if I dropped out of the trials. Holding his gaze, I rode him hard, slamming into that ravenous heat over and over until it imploded into starbursts of pleasure that made me cry out.
Prince Rory thrust against me, panting out his desire. “More… Keep going.”
Convulsions made his muscles strain against his restraints, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he roared. The lanternflies scattered, plunging us into semi-darkness, but none of that mattered. Jet upon jet of hot fluid filled my hungry core, which squeezed and pumped him through a mutual climax.
When the sensations subsided, I flopped forward onto Prince Rory’s front, breathing hard.
“Unity?” he asked.
I drew back and stared into his confused frown. “Did it work?”
“If you’re asking whether I want to murder the faerie who cursed me into worshipping her worthless hide, yes, it did.” His eyes softened. “I’m so glad you survived.”
“Untie me,” Prince Caulden snarled. “I’ll deal with you myself!”
I tilted my head to the side and smirked at the Winter Prince. “Have you changed your mind?”
Prince Rory’s face twisted. “Please, save my brothers.”
My shoulders dropped, and I blew out a long breath. This wasn’t a fun game. These were two princes I cared for deeply, suffering under the delusion that they were in love with a centaur-sucking harpy.
“Of course.” I raised myself off Prince Rory’s cock and twisted around to meet Prince August’s eyes.
The Summer Prince was stroking his huge cock, squeezing it hard around the tip, so it drizzled pre-cum.
“Could you release their bonds?” I asked.
“It might be a frenzy,” replied Prince August.
“At some point, I’m going to have to accommodate more than two faeries at once,” I tamped down the frisson of excitement awakening my hungry core. “It may as well be now.”
Prince August clicked his fingers, and Prince Bradwell pounced. The cerise-haired faerie wrapped his arms around my waist and flew us out from under the bridge.
My stomach lurched, and a scream tore from my lips. Was he going to take me to Lady Gala or to Queen Titania for execution?
Chapter 15
A cold sweat broke out across my naked skin, and palpitations spasmed through my heart. I placed my palms on Prince Bradwell’s chest, trying to push him off, but his grip remained as immovable as iron. The landscape whizzed as we ascended past the weeping willow and over the forest until the bridge was a blot in the distance.
Wind rushed through my ears, drowning out my frantic pulse. If Prince Bradwell dropped me, I would probably die… if nobody saved me first.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked.
He stared down at me with hard eyes but didn’t reply.
The three other princes flew behind us, but Prince Bradwell had a head start. Up and up we went, toward the stars, toward the strangely large moon until my head spun. This was higher than any tower, and the mist in the air told me we had probably reached the beginnings of a cloud.
Despite the terror quickening my heart, the pulse between my legs pounded with excitement, and wetness flooded my folds. A breathy moan escaped my lips, and I grabbed Prince Bradwell’s nipples and pinched.
Something in his expression broke, and he hissed through his teeth. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I tugged harder at his nipples, which made him clench his teeth, but he showed no sign of descending. “Put me down!”
“Do it,” he snarled.
My human side wanted to rake his face until he released my waist, but my faerie instincts forced me to obey. Releasing his nipples, I shifted within his grip, opened my legs, and wrapped them around his hips.
As his thick, hot dick brushed against my slit, a jolt of pleasure tightened my core. With a loud gasp, I cried, “You want to fuck me in the sky?”
One of his hands reached between us, holding himself steady enough for me to guide my opening over his cock-head. With a little wriggle, I slid down his shaft.
Prince Bradwell stopped ascending and growled.
Ripples of sensation traveled up and down my core. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my muscles spasmed around his girth. The molten heat faded, replaced by an intense hunger for his cock.
“Ride me,” he murmured into my ear.
I didn’t need another heat flare to get going. My hips rose on their own, and soon, I was bouncing a steady beat up and down his thick erection. A gentle breeze caressed my naked body, cooling my fevered skin.
Prince Bradwell’s wings sliced the air like the blades of a helicopter, their rhythmic strokes guiding my movements. His tongue traced the shell of my ear, sending tiny sparks of pleasure down my neck, and my tightened nipples brushed against his strong pecs.
The arms holding me around the waist cupped my ass, raising and lowering me down his hard, pulsing cock. Prince August floated on my left and Prince Rory on my right, but there was no sign of the Winter Prince. If he had used this opportunity to escape and find Lady Gala—
A hard thrust sent an explosion of pleasure through my core, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Ah!”
“You’re so hot and tight,” Prince Bradwell whispered into my ear, and he pumped himself in and out of my hungry channel. “So eager.”
“Oooh!” I didn’t know whether it was the aerial fucking or the fact that I’d already mated with two princes and was mating with a third, but this felt perfect.
Prince Bradwell and I built up a steady rhythm of hot and heavy thrusts. Each time my enlarged clit rubbed against his pelvis, it sent a bolt of ecstasy that made me gasp.
Moments later, another pair of lips brushed against my neck, and my nostrils filled w
ith the scent of cedarwood. I tipped my head back to meet Prince Caulden’s glinting eyes.
“I’m not waiting to fuck you,” he said.
My core muscles tightened at the statement, and the movement made Prince Bradwell throw his head back and moan. Delicious anticipation tingled over my nipples hardened. Was this the start of a mating frenzy?
As we floated in the air, Prince Caulden pressed his erection against the small of my back and groaned. I leaned back against his chest and wrapped my hand around the thick organ, while Prince Bradwell continued bouncing me up and down his shaft.
“I saw how you fucked my brother.” Prince Caulden’s lust-glazed eyes shone like quicksilver in the light of the moon. “You’re insatiable.”
“True,” I whispered.
He pressed a kiss on my lips. “Let’s see if you can handle two males at once.”
Excitement rippled in my belly, my fingers tightened around his shaft, and I gave him an eager nod.
Prince Caulden’s finger traveled down my back and down the crease of my ass, which Prince Bradwell held open with his large hands. The new sensation sent a bolt of pleasure that tore a moan from my lips.
I squeaked, “Are you going to—”
The pad of his finger circled my asshole, which was either slick from my juices or had provided lubrication of its own. With Prince Bradwell’s huge cock stretching me open, it was hard to tell.
With each swirl of Prince Caulden’s fingertips, pleasure built deeper into my core, in a place unreachable by Prince Bradwell’s dick. I timed the pumping motion of my hand with Prince Caulden’s movements and moaned as Prince Bradwell continued to thrust into my core.
“Please,” I murmured.
“What do you want?” asked Prince Caulden.
“Stick your fingers in my ass,” I said with a moan.
Prince Caulden gathered up the lubrication oozing down from where my body joined Prince Bradwell’s and slid two fingers into my asshole. The ring of muscles hugged the digits, welcoming them like an old friend.
At that moment, I was so wet, so open, so needy. His finger slipped deep into my asshole without any resistance. My anal muscles hugged him tight as he slid his finger in and out, but it wasn’t enough.
