“I’ve already told you there’s a line,” Kheelan dismissed, slipping his hand into my pants to snap the side string of my underwear. “We need to get her out of here. They’ll send someone ahead to fetch her but in case they are held up, I’ll need your commitment to take her to the closest portal.”
“Of course,” Loren agreed. “Selvyth put Pitor in charge of the horses,” he added. His fingers had found my bra, but the complicated design wasn’t going to make it easy for him to handle blindly.
“Does Pitor still like chocolate?” Kheelan asked.
“Like mother’s milk,” Loren answered. His thick fingers were tangled in the strings fanning out over the lacy cups of my bra and he seemed moments away from snapping them, growling under his breath.
“This bra is one of my favourites. Get your bear paws off.”
My mind was racing with their plans and the realization I was in another dimension, or at least another place. Kheelan had said portal. He was also trying to hand me off to a Fae I had just met, and who now had his hands on my breasts.
Kheelan chuckled. “Bears do like to get into trouble searching for honey, Loren.”
“It’s at least a better nickname than a boy,” he admitted, fingering the bottom of my bra. “Are you hiding a little charm in here, Kitten?” Loren said, lifting my bra by the chest band and over my breasts, flattening the tops.
“That’s mine, honey bear,” I said trying to wiggle away.
Kheelan cursed. I think he got whacked by my suddenly unglamoured quiver and bow.
“She can use a bow?” Loren asked, palming my charm.
“Aeric showed her,” Kheelan said.
Loren laughed. “I can’t wait to see Selvyth’s eyes when the Kitten shows her claws.”
“Give it back, now,” I demanded.
“We’ll have to hide it where no male Fae has gone before,” Loren said, tugging the front of my pants away from my waist. “Tell me, Kitten. Do you only share your cream with other kitties?”
“Not into girls,” I squealed as he tucked the charm into the tiny butterfly of my underwear against my barely covered mons. Geezus, now he had his hand down my pants. He moved fast.
Kheelan chose that moment to tickle my rosebud, one cold finger slipping between my cheeks to rub the string of my underwear against the sensitive skin, then snagging the string on his pinky as I pulled away in shock and letting it snap.
Loren’s thick finger parted my labia as I thrust against him during my attempted escape and he groaned at how wet he found my tight folds.
“You’re shaking, Kitten,” Loren said, pulling his finger back but still cupping my mons. “Not going to hurt you.”
“We need to put on a show, Princess,” Kheelan explained. “There are spies everywhere and Selvyth has yet to figure out how fully his plans have been scuttled.
“Above the waist,” I insisted. If I wasn’t in a life-threatening situation, I might have said they were exaggerating to take advantage of me, but there was no doubt after Kheelan’s whipping that Lord Asshole would carry out this threat to kill me in the morning. “And you answer my questions,” I added.
“What did I tell you about bargaining?” Kheelan said, hand pulling out of my pants to slip under my shirt and palm my bared breasts.
“Always get the better deal,” I said. He quickly pinched a nipple.
“Seal it with a kiss?” I tried. He pinched the other one.
“She liked it when Aeric put his mouth on her pretty breasts last night,” Kheelan told Loren.
“Well, she called me a boy, so perhaps I should suckle,” Loren said, pulling his hand from my pants, too.
He didn’t bother slipping his hands under my shirt, grabbing the bottom of it and pulling my shirt shoulder high to bare me to his eyes, nipples proudly sticking out after Kheelan played with them.
“Can’t we start with necking?” I suggested.
Loren froze. “Are you asking me to Mark you, Kitten?”
“No!” I quickly denied. “But, can we take things a bit slower? Necking means kissing, mostly above the shoulders.”
Kheelan nuzzled the back of my neck at his Mark again, demonstrating expert technique. “Half the Fae guards are wondering why we don’t have you screaming already, Princess. Loren has a reputation.”
“I’m sure they don’t expect me to let some stranger have his way with me.”
Loren nuzzled my neck from the front, but he didn’t lower my shirt. My nipples perked even more in the cool, night air.
“My reputation is for getting the honey no matter how high or hidden, Kitten,” he whispered against my neck. He was tonguing a spot without a Mark, then sucked it into his mouth to give me a hickey.
Necking was turning out to be a bad idea. “I thought your reputation was for healing,” I muttered, trying to smother a gasp as he found another sensitive spot. I turned my neck and shrugged to discourage him as he remained latched. Even his hickeys were turning me on, suddenly wishing I could feel some teeth.
He finally released me with a pop as the suction broke.
“If you let me do what I want, I’ll have you screaming in the next five minutes even with your clothes on,” Loren promised.
I snorted, thinking of another such conceited claim.
“Falin said he could make me come twice in five minutes.”
“Aeric told me he was supposed to help,” Kheelan commented, nipping me.
“He told you that?” I said, embarrassed now. “Did he tell you how he kissed me in the woods when Falin unglamoured me?” I asked, getting angrier. I had to keep secrets but that didn’t apply to the rest of them.
“No. Aeric didn’t mention the woods.”
Maybe, I shouldn’t have either.
Loren kissed his way over my ruched up shirt and bra. “Better ask your questions, Kitten. Soon, you’re going to be unable to think of anything but how good we make you feel.”
“Promises, promises,” I said, trying to slow down my breathing.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” Kheelan said. “Loren knows better than to pluck your flower, which is why he bound you so inconveniently. Dain and the rest of your Marks will show before sunrise.”
I knew Kheelan was thinking about how I used my smart mouth to deal with fear. His knowing it left me more vulnerable to him than I liked.
“Why didn’t you ask for my help instead of all this subterfuge?” I asked.
“The plan relies on everyone coming to your rescue. If anyone suspected my betrayal, they would have never trusted you with me.”
“Even Aeric?”
“Especially Aeric.”
Loren licked one of my nipples, unexpectedly. He was bored with question time. His tongue was warm, unlike his magic. I thrust my chest at him, wanting him to do that again.
He sucked the whole nipple into his mouth and I moaned.
“It’s an obvious trap,” I said, hissing as I felt the trace of Kheelan’s fangs on my neck.
“Selvyth thinks he is smarter and more powerful,” Kheelan said. He joined Loren in teasing my nipples, rolling the other one between his fingers.
Aeric and Kheelan had been the first ones to touch my breasts other than myself with less carnal intent. I had underestimated how stimulating this was going to be while trying to talk.
“I have some nice shoulders for you to pet,” I told Loren.
“Unless you want to offer me your neck to Mark, Kitten, I’ll stay here.” He laved my nipple with his tongue hard this time, then sucked it back into his mouth. I jumped as much as I could bound.
“Shouldn’t Lord Asshole be afraid of Dain?” I asked, letting my head fall back on Kheelan’s shoulder. I panted.
“He should, but he never bothered to have your Marks tasted for their power. He assumes you’re another weak Halfling attracting the same.”
Loren released my nipple and Kheelan immediately pinched it. I felt the ache between my legs respond like the shock of it had travelled down from my
breast to the bundle of nerves begging for release.
“Do you even have a plan?” I panted out, trying not to whimper as Loren started on the other nipple, already tender from Kheelan’s fingers. This time I could feel the pleasure-pain of it strumming my clit like a tightly wound string with every suck and lick.
“Protect Aeric,” Kheelan said.
Loren released my nipple. “We won’t let any harm come to you, either,” he assured me.
“She wears my Mark,” Kheelan said. “I wouldn’t have placed it if I didn’t think I could protect her.”
“Your protection sucks,” I whined, squirming between them.
Loren laughed at me. I didn’t appreciate it.
“Was your reputation for leaving things unfinished? There are pills for that if you find yourself prone to premature-”
Kheelan yanked down my pants to mid-thigh and I shut up. I felt the magic binding me loosen a little to let him undress me but not enough to escape whatever else he had planned.
“Now don’t forget to scream for us, Princess. There’s still a show to finish.”
Loren grabbed me by my bound knees and flipped me onto my back, lifting my legs up until my ass was suspended a few inches off the ground. The tiny charm in my panties nearly fell out, just held in place by the front waistband of my underwear. He used one big hand to hold my legs there, the other cupping my ass reverently.
“Those are the sweetest pair of panties I’ve seen on such a round peach of a bum, Kitten.”
“A black, lace G-string cannot be called sweet. I am not sweet,” I hissed at him.
Loren’s thick finger parted my labia again from behind and I whimpered. The reason for loosening my bonds was becoming clearer. The string of my panties wasn’t really going to be a barrier.
“That’s barely a whisper,” Kheelan said of my whimper upon finding myself more bared in this position. “You have a reputation to defend, Loren.”
“Someone is going to see,” I protested, blushing to Kheelan’s amusement. He kissed the tip of my nose.
“I hope so,” Kheelan said. “You’ll have to yell loudly for the guards posted at the perimeter to hear, though.”
Loren sank his thick finger wet with my arousal into my pussy, barely able to get in an inch as I tightened up. He thumbed my clit and sparks exploded in my vision as I squeezed my eyes shut against the incredible friction. I moaned louder.
“How many swats is she owed?” Loren asked, sinking his finger in another inch as the wetness grew.
“Twelve,” Kheelan said. I popped my eyes open again to glare at him, but my breath caught in my throat. His aqua eyes were darkening to greyish depths with lust, pupils blown as he hovered inches above my face.
“They’re supposed to be over your lap,” I pointed out, trying to get out of what they had planned.
“That was a suggestion,” Kheelan said. “Personally, I would like to deliver them with you bent over your sink, standing up on your toes. If you took all twelve, I would fuck you in the shower and let the warm water soothe your bottom. If you begged for mercy before twelve, I would fuck you over the sink hard enough to feel your hot cheeks every time I thrust.”
Loren licked my clit, pulling his fingers out of my pussy. His tongue couldn’t get very deep with my bound knees. I felt the magic loosen a bit more and he pressed his face harder against me, pushing his tongue against the opening his finger had breached. I bucked. The sound of his hand slapping my buttcheeks echoed up to Kheelan.
“He’s playing nice, Princess,” Kheelan said. Loren was barely warming my ass with his swats, nowhere near the intensity of Falin’s spanking yesterday. “Do you like it rough or soft?” Kheelan asked, closing the last few inches to brush his mouth against mine so I couldn’t answer.
I sucked Kheelan’s tongue into my mouth and bit it. He pulled back a mere inch and smiled. “Going to eat your pretty tits while Loren devours your pussy. Scream if you want mercy.”
Loren’s tongue delved into my pussy as the swats got harder. I bucked and squirmed and whimpered. Kheelan’s teeth on my breasts as he placed love bites and hickeys on one, roughly palming the other, were a shock even though he’d warned me. His chin was scratchy, and I knew my breasts were going to be as red as my ass. I lost count of the swats, but Loren must have finished the dozen because his thick finger pushed back into my swollen pussy, thrusting harder, faster, thumb flicking my clit against his tongue. I broke apart.
I screamed as loud as they could have wanted, pleading for them to stop as the aftershocks clenched my body. I felt my muscles squeezing Loren’s finger as if reluctant to release it. He curled it up inside and sucked my clit into his mouth hard, giving it a little nip while Kheelan pinched both my nipples and opened his mouth against mine, swallowing my second scream. I flew apart again, so much harder, rocking against Loren’s face and letting Keelan deeply explore my mouth, sliding his tongue over my sharp incisors. My fangs were hidden in my human form but they weren’t all that different.
“No, geezus, no more,” I panted as Kheelan pulled away from my mouth. Loren’s hot breath was still bathing my pussy and I could feel him wiggling his finger a little deeper, testing my tight passage.
“That’s only twice,” Loren whispered against my oversensitized skin, finally pulling his finger out. I could hear him sucking it clean. “You’re going to wreck my reputation.”
“We could switch,” Kheelan suggested, nipping my bottom lip.
“I don’t want my pants down around my ankles when Dain arrives,” I huffed out, wiggling against the hold Loren had on my legs.
“They’re hardly around your ankles, although that can be arranged if you let me rip these panties off for a souvenir of the tastiest peach I’ve ever eaten,” Loren said.
He wanted to rip my panties off. I almost had panty-ripping sex.
“It’s my only pair,” I said, half regretting it.
“If Falin catches you with her panties in your pocket, you’re going to have a young, hotheaded Dark Fae to subdue,” Kheelan said. “Perhaps you should save the souvenir taking for a day we’re not fighting Selvyth’s army.
“Falin,” Loren said. “I can’t wait to meet that Mark.” He let my bound calves finally drop to his left shoulder and pulled my pants back up, struggling to get them up over my butt because of the tight fit. I wiggled to help. His brown eyes met mine and every embarrassing thing I had let this stranger do to me hit me. His reputation was well deserved.
“Kitten, you look querulous,” Loren said. “Do I need to pet you some more? Don’t worry that all my attention will be taken by this Falin. I can handle you both at the same time.”
“I rather doubt that since you needed Kheelan’s help to make me come,” I retorted, feeling braver now that my pants were covering me back up. My blush was subsiding.
“Aeric calls her a Brat,” Kheelan said. He gave both my breasts a squeeze, reminding me I wasn’t fully dressed yet.
Loren grabbed my bound calves off his shoulder and split my legs, releasing the magic holding them together, then wrapped my ankles around his neck and smiled at me. “I haven’t even shown you my biggest weapon. Isn’t it a little early to be calling the battle over before we’ve fully engaged?”
The bulge displayed by his strained pants as he kneeled over me made me bite my bottom lip nervously but the challenge in his eyes reminded me I had already dealt with another randy Fae trying to intimidate me with his cock. Falin had raised sexual teasing to an art.
I kept my eyes on Loren’s brown ones and pretended to yawn. “I’ve heard Light Fae aren’t that good with swords. It’s okay. You seem adequate with your fingers. Must be all that practice with the strings of your bow.”
Kheelan choked beside me.
“Do I need to guess who told you this atrocious lie, Kitten?”
“If you’re worried that size matters, then I know a Light Fae that could put you to shame according to his words, so it’s not as if Light Fae are all poorly endowed
,” I said, then added, as if trying to console him, “It’s how you use it, right?”
“Didn’t you just say that Light Fae are inadequate with their swords?” Kheelan asked.
“I said not that good for your dicks. Adequate was the fingers,” I told Kheelan. “Pay attention.”
“Same lie,” Loren said.
He unlocked my ankles from around his neck and pulled them down to wrap my legs around his hips, bending down to brush his lips against my mouth. I could taste myself on him, a reminder of what talents he had shown me already. He really had gone somewhere no other had gone before. I blushed again, and he took advantage of my distraction to grab me by the shoulders and flip our bodies, so I was sitting on top of him.
I screeched, totally exposed in this position with my breasts thrust out and shirt up. My bound hands prevented me from doing anything about it.
“Pull my shirt down,” I demanded from Kheelan.
He did it, leaving my bra raised underneath and my nipples stabbing through the thin material of my t-shirt.
“Hands off, Kheelan. Kitten doesn’t want your help to come this time.”
I was straddling Loren, feeling every inch he wanted me to measure. I tried to lift myself up off him and got a swat over my jeans.
“You’re going to ride me. I did promise you an orgasm clothed, Kitten.” He bucked up and held my hips down, so I felt the impact against my wet pussy, the seam of my jeans pressing tight. “I don’t have a crop to help you pace yourself, but I suppose my hand will be... adequate.”
“I’m sure we don’t have time for this,” I excused, looking over at Kheelan. He was sitting on the floor beside us, sporting his own bulge as he stared at my tits bouncing with the impact of Loren bucking again. The bra was too light support to do much to control them when raised as he had left it.
“The handle of your whip would make a nice crop over her jeans,” Kheelan suggested, not buying my excuse. His hand slipped into his pants and he stroked that big bulge once. The look in his eyes made me cream my already soaked panties, rubbing against Loren subconsciously.
“As tempting as it is to watch, you really don’t have time, Sweetheart.”
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