by Sofia Daniel
My hand slipped away from his erection. “I need more!”
Prince Caulden growled and pulled his finger out. “Are you ready for something larger?”
“Please,” I said with a gasp.
Prince Bradwell paused his fucking for a moment, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass and pulling the cheeks even further apart. A shiver rippled through my insides. I’d never done anything like this before, and these Princes had huge cocks. What if it hurt? What if I split open?
This was so intense, being fucked by one brother while another prepared my back passage for anal sex. Prince Bradwell quickened his thrusts, making me cry out. Two figures edged closer in my peripheral vision, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the fingers up my ass and the hard cock in my pussy.
“How’s it going to feel when I’m inside you?” Prince Caulden’s hot breath warmed the back of my neck as his fingers pumped in and out of my back channel. “You’re a very talented female to be able to take on two males.”
My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I panted through the pleasure. This was the hottest and most intense experience of my life, and I wanted to be fully aware to enjoy it.
“Mmmm…” Prince Caulden groaned into my ear, rubbing that fat cock-head over the sensitive skin around my asshole. “I’ll bet you’re as tight as a maidenhead around the back.”
Another ripple of pleasure shot through my core, and my enlarged clit swelled to a bursting point. Prince Bradwell’s thrusts from the front added extra pleasure to the fevered bundle of nerves, making me gasp and clench around him.
“Ah!” I flopped back onto Prince Caulden’s chest, the strange, new sensations making me forget my own name.
“You feel wonderful,” he whispered.
“Oh!” I said with a moan.
My asshole pulsed once and then relaxed as Prince Caulden rubbed his thick cock-head over my pucker, his warm pre-cum mixing with my lubrication.
“What are you waiting for?” asked Prince Bradwell from my front.
“Do it.” I relaxed my muscles.
Prince Caulden’s thick cock-head pressed against my hole, and my pelvis muscles clamped again.
“Relax,” he whispered. His free hand rubbed gentle circles over my belly. “You can take us both.”
I wanted to. My faerie instincts screamed at me to finish bonding with these two powerful males so that I could move onto the next two, but I closed my eyes, breathed hard, and loosened those muscles.
My asshole was so slick that there was little resistance as he pushed his way in. Each muscle gave a pleasant stretch around his girth, and I cried out.
Stilling his thrusts, Prince Bradwell’s thick fingers massaged my ass, which somehow eased his brother’s passage into my body. Ragged breaths whistled through my lips, and a tingle of excitement struck my heart.
All concerns of how I could fit Prince Caulden’s erection when I was already so full of Prince Bradwell vanished as my insides eased a path for the Winter Prince. With one huge dick in my front and another making its slow ascent toward the source of my heat, I felt like the luckiest girl on the Isle of Fae.
“Look at you, taking two princes.” Prince Bradwell circled his hips, making my pleasure quicken.
My nipples tightened. My eyes crossed. The swollen clit between my legs pounded as Prince Caulden slid deeper and deeper into my back passage. Tingles ran up and down my nerve endings, and I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from falling apart. Prince Caulden was pushing me through a path of unknown pleasures, and I didn’t know if I needed to ask him to stop or to hurry and start pounding me hard.
“Do you like that?” whispered Prince Caulden.
“Keep going!” I said with a gasping breath.
My back reverberated with his chuckle. “You’re incredible.”
No. He was the special one. Him and his gorgeous brothers. If anyone had ever told me I’d be fucked by two fae princes a hundred feet up in the sky while another two stroked their huge dicks at the sight, I would tell them they needed to write porn for a living.
Prince Caulden filled me until I felt his balls press against my ass. I slid my arm over Prince Bradwell’s neck and said, “Move.”
The Spring Prince thrust back, making my core clench around his dick. As he thrust forward, Prince Caulden pulled out. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body. This was beyond ecstasy, beyond joy because when we finished, I would have formed mating bonds with all four brothers.
The princes built up a rhythm of toe-curling thrusts, keeping me off-balance with the drawn-out pleasure. Sweat gathered on my brow, but it evaporated in the breeze.
“You’re so good at this,” said Prince Bradwell.
“So beautifully tight.” Prince Caulden snapped his hips.
“Ah!” I cried. They were both so bloody big—larger than anything I had ever experienced.
My legs tightened around Prince Bradwell’s waist along with the pleasure that had built behind my clit and spiraled around my core. It swelled and pulsed like a living thing, fed by every touch, every thrust until it consumed my entire being.
They said that two heads are better than one, but two cocks were unbelievable.
“I’m close,” said Prince Bradwell.
I ran my hands down his hard chest, making sure to rub his nipples. “Let yourself go.”
A cool wind swirled around us, blowing our joined bodies in a slow circle. I threw my head up and stared into the starry sky, which from this angle was a kaleidoscope of dazzling silver.
Prince Bradwell sucked and licked at my neck while he pumped in and out of me from the front. His large hands squeezed and stroked my buttocks, holding me open for Prince Caulden, who rolled my nipples and filled me from behind with his deep, slow thrusts.
“Unity!” Prince Bradwell’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his face twisted with the intensity of his pleasure. With a low moan, he quickened those delicious thrusts, and his body shook with tiny tremors.
When his climax subsided, he drew back and frowned. “Unity?”
My hands cupped his face. “Are you back?”
He slipped out of my core and clapped a hand over his mouth. “We burned your body!”
Prince Rory swooped over, wrapped an arm around his younger brother, and flew him down to the bridge. Before I could react, Prince August appeared in my line of sight, holding an erection that glowed scarlet in the moonlight.
“Give it to me right here.” I opened my mouth.
“It’s yours.” He flew up, his dick hovering an inch away from my lips.
I stuck out my tongue to give it a lick. His salty fluid sent a zing through my mouth, awakening yet another hunger. With my free arm, I reached for Prince August’s cock and brought it to my lips.
I swirled my tongue around Prince August’s cock-head, enjoying the delicious taste of his pre-cum.
The Summer Prince shivered under my touch and placed a hand on my head. “I never got the chance to experience pleasure at your mouth.”
My lips curled at the time when Mistress Ellyllon agreed to the blow job round of the contest, and Prince Augus had made a lame attempt to lure Lady Aster into his room with the promise of sundrop wine. I flicked my tongue down his shaft along the veins that pulsed on the surface and lapped at his balls.
Prince August groaned. “You’re so talented.”
“Mmmm.” I ran the flat of my tongue back up his length and stuck its tip down his slit.
“Take it all,” he murmured.
I parted my lips and let the Summer Prince slide down my tongue. He was so big I had to open my jaw wider to accommodate his girth. As his huge cock-head reached the back of my throat, strong hands pulled my thighs apart, and a tongue delved into my core.
Moments later, a spasm of pleasure made my core muscles tighten, and I drew back to find a russet head between my legs. Prince Rory’s forest-green eyes smiled up at me.
“I don’t remember your pearl being this big,�
�� he muttered from between my folds.
“Blame the heat,” I said around my mouthful of Prince August.
“It suits you.” Prince Rory engulfed my clit in his hot mouth.
With Prince Caulden still fucking my ass with long strokes, Prince Rory swirling his tongue around my aching clit, and Prince August’s dick down my throat, my entire body went slack. Even my wings, which glowed brighter than the moon, couldn’t handle this much pleasure.
I relaxed into Prince Caulden’s arms, letting him and his brothers hold me up. The wind swirled around our bodies, a mixture of hot and cold air from the princes’ magic keeping us afloat as we shared a mutual pleasure.
With each passing minute, my pleasure built and built, showing no signs of abating Until one of Prince Caulden’s arms tightened around my waist, and he rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger. “We’ll climax together.”
“Mmmmm,” said Prince Rory from between my legs. He slipped two fingers into my hot channel and pumped them in and out in time with Prince Caulden’s strokes.
What felt like lightning bolts erupted from my core, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Y-yes!” My words were muffled by Prince August’s dick.
Prince Caulden’s thrusts quickened, and he fucked me at a relentless pace. By now, my ass was used to being stretched and filled. Each snap of his hips sent tingles of pleasure across my skin. The dick in my ass swelled, and I clamped around the fingers in my pussy.
At the Winter Prince’s shuddering moan, stream after stream of warm semen filled my ass, and a rush of power surged through my core.
My eyes snapped open. This was no climax. No climax would jolt and fry my nerves and cause my limbs to spasm.
I held onto Prince Rory’s shoulders, and my core clamped hard around his fingers. It felt like every muscle in my body contracted, and the light pouring from my wings was so blinding, I had to squeeze my eyes shut.
“Unity?” Prince Caulden’s voice broke.
As much as I wanted to acknowledge that he had snapped out of Lady Gala’s enchantment, I could only hover in mid-air as this unknown magic raged through my being.
The dark faerie’s dying words reverberated in my ears. He had cursed me with his destiny, but was there something more?
Prince August gasped and filled my mouth with hot semen, and Prince Rory shuddered to a rapid climax. Whatever was happening to me was clearly affecting them.
As the sensations dimmed, a gentle breeze floated us down to the water’s surface. The princes pulled out of my body, and we flew under the arched bridge to the round boat, where Prince Bradwell sat. I rushed to his side and wrapped my arms around his neck, and Prince Caulden hugged me from behind.
“Unity,” said Prince Bradwell. “We didn’t know—”
“It wasn’t your fault. The Duke of Nevermore placed you all under a curse.” I turned and kissed Prince Caulden on the lips and told them everything I knew.
The first traces of sunlight rose from the horizon, coloring the water’s surface liquid gold. A wave of fatigue swept through my senses, and my skin prickled into goosebumps.
“Cold?” Prince Caulden rubbed a hand over my naked belly.
Nodding, I relaxed into his touch. “Does this mean the end of my heat?”
Prince August, who stood on the deck of the boat, raised a shoulder. “I’m rather enjoying you in this condition.”
I placed a hand over my belly, hoping that this was the end. There was still so much we needed to resolve. The Duke of Nevermore’s plot to overthrow the throne with his wretched daughter, her attempt to trigger an early heat, the death sentence Queen Titania placed on my head. And Pokeweed.
My head snapped up. “I’ve got to go.”
Prince Bradwell’s brows drew together. “Stay with us for a while.”
“Pokeweed has been poisoned with nightsbane. Does anyone know if life-water can help?”
Each of the princes shook their heads.
My heart sank. “The last time we checked on Pokeweed, he was unconscious, but his magic is repairing the treehouse. I’ve got to check on him to make sure he’s alright.”
Prince Bradwell placed a hand on my thigh. “Pokeweed may not want you there to witness his death.”
A lump formed in my throat. “No one should die alone. I need to stay with Pokeweed until his last breath.”
“Then what?” asked Prince August. “It’s supposed to be the worst kind of death imaginable.”
My chest tightened as I remembered the Duchess of Nevermore’s agony. I couldn’t let Pokeweed suffer like that. Pulling myself to my feet, I said, “As soon as he starts to die, I’ll stab him in the heart with an iron dagger.”
Chapter 16
The princes stared at me in silence. With dawn approaching and the birds singing a loud chorus, the lanternflies had either stopped glowing or had disappeared to their daytime habitats.
Under the shade of the bridge, it was hard to see their expressions, but the only way to describe the atmosphere was solemn. Maybe this was a kind of post-heat blues or a lull in the conversation, but I think even they were shocked at my determination to kill Pokeweed.
I shifted on the round boat’s wooden deck, the light of my wings dimming with each passing thought of the potential mercy killing. It would be the right thing to do—offering Pokeweed a quick, certain death instead of letting him linger in agony.
Prince Rory, who stood by my feet next to Prince August, cleared his throat. “What are we going to do about Gala and her father?”
“Have them executed, of course,” said Prince August.
“The duke had probably thought of a contingency for the enchantment wearing off,” said Prince Rory.
Prince Caulden blew out a long breath. “Gala’s father is His Majesty’s best strategic advisor. He’s the one who always negotiates with the outsiders.”
I nodded. Pokeweed had said something similar once.
Prince Bradwell helped me to my feet. “One of us needs to stay with you to ensure your safety.”
“I’ll be fine if I don’t leave the treehouse. No one can get in.” I pressed a hand on his chest. “The best way to deal with Lady Gala is to pretend for now. If she thinks you’re still under her and her father’s thrall, maybe she’ll let something slip.”
They all shared glances. I guessed they wanted us to stick together, but all four princes disappearing would be suspicious.
“Unity,” said Prince August. “At least let me remain by your side. I’m already considered missing—”
“Which is why you need to return with a plausible excuse. The more guards who come to the academy searching for you, the more they’ll crowd Pokeweed’s tree.”
Prince August’s features hardened, and his shoulders rose as though he was gearing up for an argument.
With a sigh, I crossed the short space on the deck and wrapped my arms around his lean waist. “I know you’re worried, but no one knows I survived. My heat is over, so no one will detect me.”
I stared up into his eyes, which were darker than the midnight sky. Surely he could see the logic of my idea. If he returned to the academy, claiming to have disappeared into the Summer Court or somewhere deep within the Mound, anyone suspecting Pokeweed’s involvement in the prince’s disappearance would go away.
When none of the princes spoke, I said, “We’ll meet tonight at the edge of the giant garlic field while Lady Gala’s sucking that centaur’s dick, and we can do the four-star ritual to rescue Helen.”
It took several more minutes of wrangling before the princes allowed me to leave, and even when they did, they all accompanied me to the weeping willow to make sure I reached Pokeweed’s place safely.
I bounded up the spiral staircase and into the room where Pokeweed lay. Sunlight streamed through the windows, coloring the white walls orange. Pokeweed lay on his back, his bottom half still covered by the white sheet. Next to him, McVittie slept curled in a little black ball.
&n
bsp; The cat raised his head. “How did it go?”
“The mating?” I lowered myself onto the bed. “It was successful.”
“What are you doing here, then? You should be at the palace, getting the wishbone!”
“That only happens after I get crowned.”
“Right,” said McVittie. “We both know that the Duke of Nevermore plans to kill the king as soon as his daughter mates with the princes—”
“Which isn’t going to happen because they’ve mated with me,” I said.
“But that’s when you get your princes to pretend to be her mate.”
“Wait,” I snapped. “You want that centaur-sucking twat near my mates?”
The cat raised his paw in a feline shrug. “It’s part of the plan, remember?”
I ground my teeth. “You neglected to share that part with me.”
McVittie glared at me through furious, yellow eyes. “We had an agreement. I would help you, and you would use the wishbone to turn me human.”
“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by to let King Oberon get killed!” I spread out my arms. “He hasn’t done anything wrong, and he’s the father of my mates.”
The cat jumped down from the bed with a huff. “I knew I shouldn’t trust a human.”
I shook my head and glared at his back. This was so typical of McVittie. If he had told me that his plan to get the wishbone involved letting an innocent person get killed, I would never have agreed. In my time at the Royal Fae Academy, I had discovered that there were multiple ways of achieving the same goal, and not all of them required bloodshed.
“Unity?” rasped a deep voice.
I turned to the bed, where Pokeweed stared up at me through bleary eyes. “You’re awake.”
“How did I get here?” he asked.
I lay at his side, rested my head on his shoulder, and wrapped an arm around his broad chest. Pokeweed’s earthy scent filled my nostrils, reminding me of what I would soon lose. Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the iron dagger on the bedside table in the space between my wings.
Tilting my head up, I told Pokeweed everything from us finding him unconscious outside his blacked treehouse, to Healer Tarax’s diagnosis of nightsbane poisoning. Throughout this explanation, Pokeweed didn’t once pull away. His black eyes fixed on mine, and his expression remained neutral.
