by Amy Sumida
As Drostan stepped forward, the wood that was still wedged inside me slid out, freeing my pussy for him to shove his cock into with one fierce movement. The vines around my breasts slithered away as well. I cried out as Drostan slammed into me powerfully; the edges of his armor biting my skin as his gloved hands grabbed my breasts cruelly. The wooden branches slipped away entirely, and I fell forward onto the mattress limply. Drostan held me down with a hand to my back and rapidly thrust himself into me. My aching pussy revived with the feeling of his hard cock inside it. I moaned and mindlessly ground myself into the mattress to find some relief. My face was pressed into the blankets—Drostan's incredible scent filling my nose—and I whimpered as I realized that my body was truly his. Even this rough treatment aroused me; I steadily climbed to my climax, and as I screamed into the bedding, Drostan filled me again.
I laid there, exhausted, as he eased back. I heard Drostan removing his armor—pieces of it clanging to the floor—and then he was lifting me. I moaned and pushed against him weakly.
“No more,” I whispered. “Please; I can't even think straight.”
“It's okay, Riley,” he murmured. “I'm just taking you to bathe.”
I relaxed as Drostan headed into the bathroom. He set me down on my feet as he ran water into the massive tub. Then he placed me in the tub before he climbed in behind me. Drostan eased me between his legs—pulling me back against his chest—and began to wash me with a soft, soapy cloth. I sighed and closed my eyes; nearly falling asleep.
“I can be rough after a battle,” he said in an apologetic tone as he drew the cloth down my neck. “I hope that I didn't hurt you.”
“No; I'm not hurt,” I murmured. “I'm just sore from being in that position for so long.”
“I'll take care of that,” he purred into my ear as the sensation of several hands massaging my body began to roll over me.
I moaned and then sighed as the tension eased out of my tight muscles. Every inch of my body was rubbed with increasing intensity; slowly turning me into jelly. I had never felt so wonderful in all of my life.
“You think that I'm cruel,” Drostan said as the massage ended, “but I've been lenient with you. If another slave had disobeyed me, I would have had her set in the courtyard pillory—bound at neck and wrists—and allowed my fairies to fuck her at their leisure. Would you have preferred that, Riley?” He purred as his fingers dipped below the water and trailed over my sex.
He began to slide them gently over me, and I wriggled against him automatically.
“Would you have liked to be bent over; your head and hands stuck through the wood slats while your ass was held high by a block of stone beneath your hips? You'd be naked; your feet spread wide by a bar so that your sex was on display and available to all who wanted it.”
Drostan slipped a finger inside me and started massaging my breast with his other hand. He kissed my neck and then bit it hard before lifting his mouth to my ear again.
“They'd tease you first; just like this.” He began to thrust his finger into me faster. “They'd crouch beneath you to suck your luscious tits, and then they'd pinch your nipples like this.” He pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out. “The women would slap you and encourage the men to fuck you in every hole. Anyone who wanted you could have you. The Trolls with their giant cocks would fill your mouth until you gagged. The Cu-sidhes would howl and lap at your pussy until you were so wet that they could slide their dicks into you over and over without resistance. They would cheer each other on as they made you cum, and then they would watch the other fairies take you while they waited for their next turn.”
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“I'm just telling you what I could have done to punish you,” he said gently. “Was I not so fond of you.”
Drostan turned me around and positioned me over his hard cock. He slid me down on his dick and then lifted his hips into me; fucking me in a slow grind. I fell forward, but he pushed me up so that he could suck on my nipples roughly.
“That's how the Goblins like to suck tits; hard and wet,” he went on. “They'd need to bring a barrel over to fuck you, but they're determined little fuckers, and they would. They wouldn't fuck your pussy either; they'd make use of your tight ass. But at least their dicks are small; so they wouldn't stretch you out. The Gancanaghs would appreciate that. Those are the love talkers, and they have magical voices that make you desire them. You'd be dripping in need within five seconds of them speaking to you. You'd beg for them to fuck you, but they'd only laugh as one of their women slid a dildo into your pussy instead. They'd fuck their women as their women fucked you, and you would cry for their cocks in desperation. But your cries would be muffled by the pussy one of their women would shove into your face. And you'd lick that lady's slit eagerly; you'd do whatever they wanted just to get them to fuck you.”
“You're fucking disgusting,” I growled.
Drostan held my chin and forced me to look at him. “The Sidhe men would wait until you were nice and tender before they hosed you down—both inside and out—making sure that you were clean enough to fuck. They would take every opening you had and fill them all at once; one in your mouth, one thrusting in your pussy, and one filling your ass. They take great pride in being able to dominate a woman in such a way. And they would make you come as they did it.”
The pleasure was tightening in my belly as Drostan started to rub my clit with his thumb. He held me to him tightly with his other hand, and then pushed me back; rolling over me so that I was beneath him. I grabbed the rim of the tub to hold myself up, and his hands went right beside mine. Drostan began to thrust into me with steady strokes.
“The Kelpies would come next—with their thick, horse dicks—and they would pummel your dripping holes; made loose by those before them,” Drostan went on mercilessly. “You'd still be dazed from the love talkers—still in horrible need. You'd love every moment of those kelpie cocks bucking into your sloshing slit.”
Drostan bucked up into me wildly to demonstrate.
“When the rest of the court had finished with you, the Pixies would take what was left,” he whispered sweetly. “They would rub their little pricks all over you; on your face, between your lips, in your ears, in the cracks of your toes, and of course, they would flock to your pussy and ass. They would fill you up with so many tiny cocks that you'd think a full-sized man was fucking you. The smaller ones might even shove their lower bodies into your wet cunt so they could lie within that erotic embrace as they massaged your clit with eager hands and laved it with tiny tongues. Then their women would arrive, and they'd screw on your back; spreading their seed on your skin and in your hair. By the time I released you in the morning, you'd be filled and covered in cum and begging to serve me... or maybe you'd be begging me to let you stay locked up.”
Drostan lifted me out of the tub, setting my ass on the rim, and started sucking on my clit. He fingered me swiftly as he sucked and then licked me until I came in a screaming, shuddering rush. When it was over, Drostan let me slip down into the warm water, and he slid back into me.
“Now, do you still think that I'm cruel, or do you prefer my treatment of you to the alternative?” Drostan asked as he began to fuck me ferociously.
“You know my answer,” I muttered.
“Say it, Riley!” Drostan snapped as the water churned around us. “Tell me that you will obey me from this moment on, or I will take you into the courtyard this very instant!”
I ground my teeth together angrily.
“I will do it, Riley,” Drostan threatened. “Is that what you want? Are you craving a kelpie cock in your ass?”
“I will obey you!” I shouted.
Drostan gave one final thrust and came violently.
Chapter Seven
After Drostan had dried us off, he carried me back into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He climbed onto the mattress beside me, pulled the covers up around us, and tucked me in against his side. Then he gently stroked my hair and ki
ssed my forehead before he drifted off to sleep. I stared across the muscled expanse of Drostan's chest and wondered how my life had come to this... and how I felt about it. My emotions were churning inside me; I couldn't decide whether I had enjoyed what Drostan had done or hated it. It made me feel humiliated and angry while also making me feel desired and really naughty—in a good way. I was going insane.
And it had only just begun.
I fell into a fitful sleep and woke groggily to the sound of the bedroom door opening. I blinked my eyes up at two men who were looming over me. One of them was Drostan, and the other was a stranger. I glanced at the stranger and ended up doing a double take. He had green hair. It was dark green, and kind of subtle, but still green; with the sheen of tropical leaves. This guy's skin was normal—though a tad pale—but his eyes were even greener than his hair; a bright, verdant hue that seemed to glow from within. Just like Drostan's eyes were doing.
“Well done, Your Majesty; you found her,” the green-eyed stranger said. Then his eyes narrowed on my undressed and rumpled state. “How long has she been here?” He growled as he glared at Drostan.
“Two nights.” Drostan smirked.
“You weren't supposed to—”
Drostan raised his brows at the other man.
“You fucking bastard,” Green-Eyes snarled.
“Why is it so important to you?” Drostan fixed his stare intently on the other man.
“Never mind,” Green-Eyes huffed.
“Good; so we're in agreement?” Drostan asked.
“I believe we have an Understanding.” Green-Eyes nodded crisply.
“Hey!” I'd finally had enough of being talked about in vague and slightly sinister terms. “We have an Understanding, Drostan. You don't get to bring someone else into it.”
“My apologies,” Green Hair bowed; one hand to his sword hilt and the other to his chest. “I have behaved in an unchivalrous manner; at the very least, we should have been introduced. I am Conall, Knight of the Seelie Court.”
“A knight and a king.” I narrowed my eyes at them. “What has this guy got to do with me, Drostan? Goddamnit; if you change this arrangement on me, I'm leaving; deal over.”
“And where would you go?” Drostan chortled.
“What the hell do you mean?” I growled. “I'd go home, of course. Why? How far have you taken me? Are we in Alaska? Texas? Holy shit! Did you take me out of the country?”
Conall sat on the bed beside me; casting a glare at Drostan as he continued to laugh boisterously
“You've been brought to our world, Riley; a world laid beside yours, but in another universe entirely,” Conall said gently. “We call it Tirne, but humans have other names for it; Faerie, Tir na nOg, and the Other Realm, just to name a few. What's important is that you understand that there is no way back to your world without a fairy guiding you. You are no longer a citizen of America or even of Earth; you have become a member of the Unseelie Court and a resident of Tirne.”
“I'm in another world?” I asked slowly.
“I'll prove it to you later.” Drostan sighed and then said to Conall, “She requires proof of everything.”
“I'm not surprised.” Conall looked back at me. “It's nice to meet you, Riley. Don't worry; your Understanding hasn't been altered; it's with King Drostan alone.”
“Okay,” I muttered.
“Conall? Shall we conclude our business so you can take your leave?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Conall agreed. “Welcome to Tirne, Riley. I hope you're happy here.”
“Thank you,” I said warily.
Conall got to his feet, cast one last look in my direction, and then followed Drostan out of the room.
“Wait,” I called after them, but they just closed the door on me. “What the hell was that about?” I grumbled to myself.
I huffed as I fell backward onto the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. If Drostan was going to leave me there, I was going to get a little more shut-eye. I was out within minutes; confusion and exhaustion sending me straight into a dreamless sleep. The next time I woke, it was to Drostan gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me tenderly.
“You must hate me,” he whispered. “I know I've been rough with you, but I needed you to understand that if you fight me, there will be serious repercussions, and not just from me. This world is magical, Riley, and magic is not all beauty and wonder; it's often violent and cruel. Without my protection, you would be prey for the monsters of my world. You must follow my dictates without hesitation.”
I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down.
“No, you don't have to get up yet,” Drostan said gently. “Sleep in; rest. You've been used cruelly, and you didn't deserve that. Allow me to make it up to you. You can sleep as long as you like, and when you wake, I'll take you outside the castle and show you the better parts of my world.”
I nodded; too confused to speak. Drostan leaned down and kissed me tenderly. Then he saw the shiver chains and his expression hardened.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he murmured. “Let's get these off you; you must be uncomfortable in them.”
“A little; yeah.”
I stared at Drostan as he carefully removed the chains before tossing them into a corner. After I was free, he tucked the blanket back around me, and then headed out of the room. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I wasn't sure if he was genuine or if this was just another part of his twisted game, but I was going to take the rest and comfort while I could.
I woke quite awhile later when a soft sound alerted me to the presence of another person in the room. I opened my eyes to find a stunningly attractive man standing before me. He had bright blond hair sweeping back from his pale forehead, and a pair of soft, gray eyes. He was bare-chested and sleekly muscled; like a ballet dancer. When he noticed me looking at him, he smiled warmly.
“Hello, Riley,” he said.
That was it; two words, and I was his. I would have done anything he asked of me. In the back of my subconscious, I knew that something was wrong, but I couldn't bring those protests to the surface. I just stared at him and smiled.
He came forward and drew back the covers. I was completely naked, but I didn't mind. I just waited patiently as he stared at my body for long moments. Finally, he inhaled appreciatively and smiled wider.
“My name is Anjel,” he said as he held a hand out to me. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Riley.”
“Angel?” I asked as I took his hand. “That's appropriate.”
“No.” He chuckled. “Ann-gel.” He sounded it out for me. “King Drostan sent me to give you a massage.”
“He did?” I asked in surprise. “How nice of him.”
“Indeed.” Anjel smiled wickedly. “I have a table set up in the library. Come with me.”
“Okay.”
I followed Anjel into the small antechamber just outside of the bedroom and then through the door on the right. Anjel opened the door and led me into a spacious library. It was lined in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves except in two places: a strip where the fireplace resided and a wall of mullioned windows at the end of the room. Anjel led me to a silk draped massage table set within the curve of the windows.
“Lie down, Riley,” he said. “Face down; there's a cradle for your face.”
Anjel helped me onto the table, and I got comfortable. Just lying there felt nice, but when he laid oily hands on my back and started kneading my sore muscles, I went liquid. Anjel was an expert; all of the tension from the past few days drained away under his magical hands. My body trembled with the release; I'd been wound that tight. I breathed deeply, and the scent of violets played with my already-foggy senses. It was absolute heaven, and I was completely relaxed when Anjel's hands started drifting into intimate places.
Anjel's hand had skimmed up my inner thigh and brushed my sex. My eyes jerked in surprise, and I flinched
“Just enjoy it,” Anj
el purred as he placed a reassuring hand on my lower back.
I relaxed and did as he suggested. As soon as I did, Anjel went back to stroking the inside of my thighs; working his way steadily up. He eased my legs apart, and I felt his fingertips brushing me gently again; a light, teasing touch. Then he drew back and rubbed his hands over my ass; massaging me thoroughly.
“Turn over, please,” Anjel said.
I immediately flipped onto my back and stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Anjel's eyes were softly glowing, and as soon as I saw them, I relaxed even further. He smiled as he ran his hands up my legs; massaging me as he went. I melted; my legs falling open on their own. Anjel nudged them even further apart with his strong strokes. Then his magical hands coasted over my sex and rubbed up my belly. I was beginning to want him to touch me in forbidden places; crave it. Every light movement just made me desire him more.
Anjel moved around the table to stand behind my head; sliding his hands up to my breasts. He dripped warm oil over the mounds of flesh and then rubbed it in slowly. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure as he began to knead my breasts; circling my nipples to rub them between his fingers. And then his mouth covered one, and my eyes popped open. Anjel was bent over me; his chest holding my head down. But I could see his jaw working as he sucked greedily on one breast while he massaged the other. I moaned, and one of Anjel's hands slipped down my stomach and over my sex. His fingers worked me expertly; massaging the outside of my pussy with a kneading motion as he continued to suck on my nipple. Then he slid his middle finger inside me and started to rotate it. I rolled my head back against his erection, through his loose pants; I wanted more than his finger inside me. Anjel rubbed himself against me for awhile, but then he straightened as he eased to my side. He continued to work my womanhood as he undid the ties of his trousers. His sleek member popped free; its tip glistening and begging for my mouth. I turned toward it, licking my lips.
