by Amy Sumida
On top of a long table to my left, an athletic man was laid out with his arms and legs spread. He had arrangements of appetizers set on his torso and was trying desperately not to spill them as a fairy woman casually played with his cock; flopping it about as she spoke with another woman. Oh, and then there was the fellow with the seaweed in his hair, who had the same human's head angled back over the table's edge—mouth wide open—to receive his long, horse cock. The sea fairy made a wet, neighing sound as he held the man's head between his webbed palms and drove his cock in so deep that his slick stomach hit the human's forehead with every thrust.
Below the table, a woman was covered in tiny fairies. I'm pretty sure that they were pixies. There were pixies shoving their entire arms into her pussy and ass, some who licked and ground themselves against her body, and a line of them waiting for her to daintily flick her tongue over their little pricks. There was a pixie on each of her breasts; humping her jiggly boobs as they filled their mouths with her nipples. A pair of them even had a grip on her clit and were rubbing their faces over it; laving at the glistening nub as if it were a giant ice cream cone as they ground their cocks into her pussy lips. The sounds coming from that Lilliputian tableau were disturbing on so many levels.
I turned away; my gaze snagging on intense stares as I did. The fairies who weren't busy fucking humans—or each other—were watching me like lions watch antelope. Drostan ignored them and continued to escort me up to the table on the dais. It was large but vacant until he sat behind it. Drostan took a seat on a huge, ebony throne and then patted the thick armrest.
“Sit down,” he said.
I perched on the wood; my legs folded away from him.
“No.” Drostan took my legs and shifted them between his so that I was angled in toward him. “That's better.” He gave the little gold chain between my breasts a pull as he called out, “Service!”
Fairy servants flowed out of doors on both sides of the hall; carrying platters of food first to the high table and then to the others. Wine was poured, and food doled out onto Drostan's plate, but nothing was put down for me. My stomach growled at the delicious scents, and Drostan laughed.
“You'll have to earn your dinner,” Drostan said as he pushed me down to the floor between his legs.
I had to slide myself below the table; the tablecloth falling around my sides. Drostan pulled the cloth over me completely and covered his lap with it. He undid his belt and pants but stopped there.
“Take out my cock and suck it, Riley,” he said. “Let's see if you're worth the magic I spent on your sister.”
I just knelt between his legs; my heart racing. Drostan lifted the tablecloth enough to peer at me.
“Do it now! If I don't come, you don't eat.” Then he flipped the cloth back down.
I did as he said; removing his beautiful cock from his pants. It was thick and sleek, with a silvery sheen and a bead of anxious moisture on its head. I licked my lips and then lowered my mouth over him. A faint, salty-sweet taste filled my mouth, and I inhaled sharply; drawing in his musky male scent. The Unseelie King was a delight to all of my senses, and as much as my female pride detested being on my knees at his command, I had to admit that the act I was performing was something I could easily get addicted to.
Drostan sighed as I tongued the head of his dick, but made no other indication that he enjoyed my ministrations. In fact, I heard him begin to eat. I put more effort into my task; taking all of him into my mouth and down my throat. I worked Drostan with my mouth and hands until he began to tense; his thighs twitching involuntarily. Finally, he came, and I started to move back. Drostan's hand went to my head and fisted in my hair; holding me in place.
“Drink it down, Riley,” he said with a groan. “Call it an appetizer.”
I swallowed his tartly-sweet cum: licking my lips to savor the flavor. Was nothing about the man distasteful? Drostan slipped himself back into his pants before he finally let me emerge from beneath the table. He situated me back on the armrest, then rubbed a thumb over my swollen lips. Drostan smiled in satisfaction before lifting a forkful of food to my mouth. I scowled at it.
“You want to eat?” He asked. “This is how you'll eat. Now open those beautiful, cock-sucking lips.”
I opened my mouth, and Drostan fed me. He continued to do so, stopping to give me sips of wine or rub my body fondly. He'd slip a hand over my thigh, nuzzle my cheek, or stroke my hair; Drostan acted as if we were a couple in love—a kinky couple in love, but still—it was little insane.
“You did well,” Drostan said after he decided that I'd had enough to eat.
“Eating? Yeah, I've done it all my life,” I huffed. “I could have done it by myself, in fact.”
“No.” He laughed. “Sucking me off; that was well done. I'm feeling confident that this will work out between us.”
“Great; as long as your happy,” I muttered.
“Yes, Riley,” Drostan growled as he grabbed my chin. “As long as I'm happy, your sister lives. Remember that.”
I swallowed roughly; a tremor of fear shooting through me.
“Ah, the entertainment has arrived!” Drostan declared.
I looked up to see a group of naked people being led into the open space before our table. They kept their heads down and were prodded along by fairies. More human slaves... like me.
“This will not be required of you,” Drostan assured me. “So long as you please me. But this is what life is like for most of the humans here. It's good for you to see this now; to learn what your situation could have been like... and could become if you don't behave.”
I scowled at the sight and then looked at the humans still positioned along the wall. It was as if Drostan had forgotten they existed. I had already seen how humans were treated in his castle, but he hadn't realized it. To him; the other slaves were just a part of the scenery.
“Don't worry; they'll enjoy themselves,” Drostan added.
The humans began to kiss and touch each other. They didn't seem to be sticking to a single partner or even to a single sex. They traded off randomly; a man would stroke a woman's breasts and then another man's erection. A woman would rub a man's cock and then finger another woman's pussy. I swallowed roughly and looked away.
“Watch them!” Drostan snapped. “You might learn something.”
I slowly turned my gaze back. The humans were on the floor now; faces buried in intimate places as the sounds of sucking and licking carried up to us. Men began to mount the women and each other; hips bucking wildly as they fornicated right before the entire room. Then the fairies decided to join in.
The diners had already been fondling each other and fucking the slaves along the walls, but that wasn't enough for them. A fairy man strode into the mass of writhing bodies before us as he pulled his cock out of his pants. He found a woman who was on her knees—sucking a man's cock—and stuck his prick in her. She moaned and pushed back on him. The fairy grabbed her hips and started fucking her fiercely; to the encouragement of the rest of the court. More of the fairies joined in; both men and women. Women lifted their skirts; pressing human faces into their pussies or climbing on any available cock, while men fucked whatever hole they could find. The other fairies who remained at the dining tables started forming groups of their own.
Soon, bodies were laid out across the tables and floors; jerking with the thrusts of their partners as cries of ecstasy filled the room. With so much visual, sexual stimulation, combined with Drostan's constant caresses, I couldn't help but start to feel a little turned on. But when Drostan's hand drifted between my legs, my thighs tightened together. I had no desire to put myself on display like that.
“Spread your legs!” Drostan ordered with a slap to each of my thighs.
I opened my legs, and his fingers slipped down to my pussy. The vibrating chains were exciting me further; I glanced down and saw the pink of my spread pussy dripping with desire. Drostan's finger slipped inside me easily. He started pumping into me as his g
aze went back and forth from the sex before us to my slick sex in his lap. He drove his pointer finger all the way inside me and then rubbed my clit with his thumb. I moaned and leaned back.
Drostan pushed me back even further—so that I was draped over the arm of his chair—then he pushed aside my thin robe and set his mouth to my nipple; right over the bra. He sucked enthusiastically before he pulled away to admire how transparent the silk had become. But that wasn't good enough for Drostan; he tore away the triangle of silk and started laving my bare breasts slowly; flicking up with his tongue at the height of every lick.
“Your Majesty,” a male voice interrupted him. “She's a stunning piece. Are you going to share her with the Court?”
“You may look at her.” Drostan drew back to run a hand over my breasts as he continued to finger-fuck my pussy. “That's the extent of my sharing tonight.”
“Thank you, Sire.” The man grinned wide and looked his fill as he removed his cock from his pants and began to stroke it.
The man was very human looking; with a long, curved cock. I wasn't the only one who admired it either; one of the human women crawled over and started sucking the fairy's cock for him, and then another woman came up and started sucking his balls. The fairy man put a hand on each woman's head and stroked their hair affectionately. When I looked up, he was smiling at me. Then he lowered his gaze to my pussy; where Drostan was now grinding the heel of his hand against me.
“Here, Your Majesty.” The fairy offered Drostan his dagger—sheath and all. “I'd be honored if you'd fuck your new slave with my eating dagger.”
“Perfect,” Drostan said as he took the blade.
My eyes widened, and I sat up in fear, but Drostan pushed me back down. He turned the blade around so that the handle faced me and grabbed the knife by its sheath. The handle was a thick piece of wood inset with cabochon stones. Drostan slipped the rounded pommel into my pussy with a strong thrust. I cried out as he rotated it in a slow circle, and then he slowly shoved the rest of the handle into me until the cross-guard hit my clit. Drostan grabbed the gold chain between my breasts and pulled on it as he slammed the blade's handle into me over and over; striking my clit with the cool metal cross-guard with each thrust. I cried out as I came; my legs tensing and trembling.
The fairy standing before us shouted out his pleasure shortly afterward, and I lazily looked over to see him holding the woman's head still as he emptied into her mouth. Drostan pulled the dripping handle out of my pussy and offered the blade back to its owner. The fairy took it eagerly and lifted it to his face to breathe in deeply. Then he bowed to Drostan, set the dagger back on his belt, and returned to the festivities.
But Drostan wasn't interested in the party anymore. He stood up with me and deposited me on the throne; hooking each of my legs over an armrest. It brought my hips forward and angled my sex upward. I gasped as I grabbed the armrests to steady myself. And just in time too; with a quick movement, Drostan pulled out his hard cock and shoved it up my pussy. The he took hold of the high back of his throne and started bucking his hips into me. I moaned against his wide chest, which was pressed tight to my face.
Around us, the screams of satisfaction and moans of fairies and humans reaching their releases filled the air along with the sounds of slapping flesh and the scent of sex. Drostan growled in irritation as he abruptly stopped fucking me and pulled out. He glared over his shoulder and cursed under his breath as he scooped me up. Drostan threw me over his shoulder as he walked straight through the mass of fucking people and out of the hall. He fingered me as he walked; keeping me wet as he amped my desire up again. By the time we reached his suite, I was mindless with need—trembling and dripping over him. Drostan locked the door behind us, strode swiftly to the bed, cast me down upon it, and tore away my robe.
“Get up on that bed and spread your legs wide,” he growled.
I didn't even want to refuse. I climbed further up on the bed as Drostan divested himself of his clothing; giving me an eyeful of his perfect body. Broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist with an expanse of muscled chest between, his glorious cock stood out proudly from the apex of his sleek thighs, and around back, his rounded ass begged to be bitten. He couldn't possibly be more perfect, but the silver sheen to his skin made him just that—impossibly perfect. Drostan crawled up the bed as he moved between my legs, grabbed me by the thighs, and yanked me onto his cock.
I screamed as I instantly came... and that was only the beginning.
Drostan pounded into me, faster and then slower, wild and then tender. He fucked me like a lunatic; with no reason or consistent rhythm. I was shivering in ecstasy, but he was savage with need. He'd pull out only to thrust himself into my mouth, and then roll me onto my hands and knees so he could drive into me from behind. It was all I could do to hold myself steady for his pounding cock.
Drostan laid me on my back and pushed my breasts together over his cock so he could fuck my tits; making me suck the head of his erection with every thrust. Then he made me lick every inch of his body, and licked mine in return. I was still reeling from the pleasure of his tongue on my pussy when he licked his way up to my asshole. I flinched, but he held me in place.
“I will have you in every way that a man can,” Drostan growled as he set his slick cock against my tight hole.
“I'm not into that,” I whispered.
“Whatever I wish to do to you, I will.” He eased himself inside me.
I moaned at the strange feeling and discomfort, but Drostan seemed to enjoy my whimpering, so I bit my lip and held back my cries. He ground himself deeper; going slow enough to allow me to get accustomed to his girth before he finally lodged himself to the hilt. Drostan's hands shifted to my hips, and he began to slide in and out, faster and faster. His balls swung forward and hit my pussy; sending zings of pleasure through me to vividly counter the awkward feeling of him stretching my ass. Then he slid his hand down and began to rub my clit furiously.
“Don't ever try to deny me, Riley. You're mine, and you will take my cock up that thick ass if I tell you to,” Drostan snarled. “You will bend over and beg for it if I so command. And you will fucking love it!”
Drostan pounded into me until, finally, we both came in shouting delight. He pulled out gently and fell onto the bed beside me to pant with happy exhaustion. I just dropped forward onto my stomach; my whole body trembling in confusion and satisfaction. Drostan's hand went to my ass, and he kneaded the curve of it as he idly rubbed the hole he'd just taken.
“That, too, was very good, Riley.”
And then—just like a man—he fell asleep.
Chapter Five
I woke up in the middle of the night to Drostan fucking me, and I panicked. I forgot where I was and fought him; flailing and biting. Drostan became enraged and subdued me with magic. Then he yanked me off the mattress and dragged me down between the posters at the foot of the bed. They were carved wood—vines and leaves decorating them—and, as Drostan positioned me between the posts, they came alive. The wooden vines freed themselves from the posts and wrapped around my limbs.
“Drostan!” I cried out. “I'm sorry; I was sleeping. I didn't know what I was doing.”
“I believe that I was quite clear with you,” he purred in my ear. “You are here for my pleasure, and you will deny me nothing. If you try to hold back, I will punish you, Riley. This will be your first punishment; if you're wise, you'll make sure that it's your last.”
The wooden vines spread my exhausted limbs and lifted me off my feet. I hung stretched between the posts, but then two wide leaves came up behind me and supported each of my ass cheeks. It took some of the weight off my straining arms and eased me into a false sense of security. As I sighed with relief, a phallic-shaped end of a vine thrust itself into my pussy and started to slip in and out rapidly. Smaller vines wrapped around my breasts and squeezed; isolating my nipples so that they stuck out from my breasts and then flicking over them. I tried to angle back, away from the wood
inside me, and that's when Drostan slid his cock up my ass. I shrieked and fought, but the wood was solid and held me firm.
“I was going to take your pussy this time, and leave your ass to heal from its first fucking,” he purred in my ear. “But then you fought me. So, I'm forced to ravage your tight, little asshole again.” He grabbed my thighs as he thrust himself upwards and groaned. “You're still full of my cum, you lucky girl; otherwise, I would have fucked you dry, and it would have been far more painful for you.”
Drostan thrust himself deeper and deeper; driving me forward onto the wooden phallus. I came violently, despite my horror and humiliation, and he emptied into me shortly after my screams subsided. I was full of his cum again and my pussy was dripping over the wooden vines. Drostan pulled out, bent down to wipe his cock off on the bottom of my foot, and crawled back into bed.
“Drostan please!”
“You'll stay like that until you've learned your lesson,” he declared, and then he went right back to sleep.
Chapter Six
The slam of a door woke me. I don't know how long I'd been hanging there, between the bedposts, but my body was aching. Drostan came into my line of view; wearing silver armor with blood splattered across it. He dropped an equally bloody sword on the floor with a callous clattering and stared at me; his chest heaving and his eyes wild.
“What happened?” I whispered.
“Just a minor skirmish,” Drostan growled. “An attack on a nearby village that I had to take care of.” He unbuckled his belt as he strode over to me. “I know I've left you longer than I should have, and I'm sorry, Riley, but you'll have to wait even longer for your release. First, I need mine.”
