by Amy Sumida
Andras kissed me tenderly as he slid out from beneath me. He positioned himself behind me and slid a pillow beneath my hips. My legs fell open limply, but Andras pushed them even further apart until I could feel a cool breeze on my overheated sex. He eased the head of his cock inside me, and as he slipped further in, I felt the head of his upper cock prod my ass.
I moaned in protest, but then felt those tiny bolts of lighting shoot off his second cock and arc over my ass. I twitched in need and began to wonder if I might enjoy it after all.
“I've shrunk the top cock to ease you into this type of sex,” Andras whispered in my ear. “Would you care to give it a try?”
“I suppose if it's just a little prick,” I murmured with a chuckle.
“You won't regret it,” Andras promised as he slowly eased his second cock into my ass. “How does that feel? Are you comfortable?”
Zings shot through me; playing off the electricity going off inside my pussy. The little lightning bolts rebounded off my flesh—connecting with each other—and sent me rocketing into rapture. I lifted my hips and got up on my hands so I could push back; taking all of his cocks into me completely.
“Yes!” I screamed as the lightning struck again. “Fuck me, Andras! Fuck me with your lightning rods!”
“Yes, my lady.” Andras slammed into me, then grabbed my hips and started a steady rhythm.
He ground himself to the hilt and then pulled out, but could only go halfway without unseating the dick in my ass. He made do with a half-thrust, but I wasn't satisfied with half measures.
“Make it a full cock if you must,” I growled. “Fuck me hard, Andras.”
“I'd be most happy to fuck you with two big cocks,” Andras whispered into my ear and then bit my earlobe. “Tell me when they're to your liking.”
Andras' smaller cock grew until it was the same length as his other cock—though he kept it slim—and then both dicks started to lengthen. I let him extend them until he filled me completely, and then I called out for him to stop. Andras set his cocks at that size and pulled them out of me, only to then shove them both inside me forcefully. A slick slap echoed through the airy room as his wet cocks slipped into my flesh and shot off electric jolts of ecstasy. I groaned in pleasure as his moisture melded with mine and dripped down my thighs. He began a steady thumping; pounding himself all the way into me with every thrust. I was making whimpering cries of pleasure that I had never made before.
“You like my cock up your ass, don't you, Riley?” Andras asked. “Just as I said you would. You especially like it with my second cock filling your pussy. I feel you clenching around me.”
“I do,” I growled. “Shove those dripping dicks deeper. Give me your lighting, Andras!”
“All that you want, my lady,” Andras groaned. “I shall fill you with lightning and cocks and cum until you scream in pleasure and beg for me to stop.”
He ran his hands over my skin—my shoulders, down my back, and around to my breasts—as his palms filled with lightning. Those amazing zings of ecstasy coasted over and through me as Andras fucked me in two places at once. Then his electrifying finger found my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted. “I'm going to come.”
“I as well,” Andras purred. “May I come inside you, Riley?”
“Yes!”
“In your ass and your pussy?”
“Yes, Andras!” I cried. “Fill me with your Sylph cum!”
Andras cried out and thrust deeply. I felt cool, tingling liquid burst inside me, and it sent me into ecstasy with him. I cried out as his liquid lightning filled me, and went rigid with the power of my orgasm. As I continued to twitch violently, Andras pulled both of his limp cocks out of me with a wet slither. I shivered through the electrifying aftershocks as Andras rolled me onto my back and started sucking on my nipples enthusiastically. I moaned as he worked his way down to my pussy and started licking me again. I could barely think straight, but one thought registered.
“We should bathe before you lick me there,” I suggested. “I'm full of... ”
“Sylph cum?” He asked in between licks.
“Yes.”
“Riley,” Andras looked up at me to say, “my semen has already been absorbed into your body. Only your juices coat you, and I love the way you taste, sweetheart.”
“But...”
“Yes, in your butt too,” he teased. “And that's my gift to you. Once an ass has been awakened by Sylph semen, it will always find pleasure in being penetrated. Now, you won't have to endure something you find unpleasant. All of those little pleasure sensors in your beautiful bottom have been turned on for good.”
“Really?” I asked in shock.
“Really,” he assured me as he thrust a finger up my ass.
Pleasure zinged through me, and I moaned in delight. “Oh, thank you.”
“You're welcome, my lady.” Andras dove back between my legs. “And thank you for this,” he murmured in between languid licks. “I could spend hours buried in your delicious pussy with your thick thighs wrapped around me. May the Goddess smile upon us and make the Goblins especially resistant to King Drostan's commands.”
Chapter Eleven
It took Drostan five hours to stop the Goblin attack. I spent all of those short hours in Andras' bed. Well, in his tub, his bed, on his floor, hanging out his window, and even in mid-air. I was in the middle of coming for the twenty-eighth time when news arrived that Drostan's signal had been spotted.
“Alas, our time together has come to an end.” Andras sighed sadly.
“It was lovely while it lasted,” I said. “Thank you for giving me a taste of freedom.”
“If you didn't have an Understanding with the Unseelie King, I would free you in truth, Riley,” he said softly. “Despite the cost to my honor.”
“Thank you.” I hugged him. “And thanks for that other gift.”
He smiled brightly. “We call it Sylphilis; it's a play on—”
“Yeah”—I held up a hand and stopped him—“I get it. You need to come up with a better name. Your cum is far from being an STD. It's more cure than disease.”
“Would you like another dose?” Andras purred as he pulled me into a kiss.
“You're damn straight I would!” I pulled out of his arms to bend over the window ledge and then looked over my shoulder at him. “I'll take a double please.”
“As my lady commands.” Andras formed his double cocks and double-stuffed me one last time.
After we finished shouting together in ecstasy, Andras flew me back to the place where he'd found me. As we approached, I saw a worried Drostan pacing the forest floor. My freedom was quickly slipping away.
“You should tell him that I forced you,” Andras suggested. “I don't recommend saying that it was consensual; it will go badly for you.”
“Yeah; you're probably right,” I agreed morosely.
“He'll smell me on you,” Andras said. “Or I'd tell you to say that we didn't have sex at all.”
“He'll smell you on me?” I widened my eyes at him.
“Rather; he will smell the lack of any man on you,” Andras corrected. “You were covered with him when I first took you, but Sylph cum leaves a woman as fresh as—”
“A Summer's Eve?” I joked.
“Indeed.” He frowned. “Why is that humorous?”
“It's the name of a feminine hygiene product,” I explained.
“Is it?” Andras laughed. “I suppose my cum could be considered a feminine hygiene product.” He waggled his snowy brows at me.
“I wish we had more time,” I said sadly. “I really like you, Andras.”
“I really like you too, Riley,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for helping me save my people from Goblins... or at least our village.”
I lifted a brow at that.
“We can fly,” he looked pointedly at the ground. “We would have been able to flee if we chose to. But then we would have to leave our homes unprotected.”
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�And where's the honor in that?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he said as we touched the ground.
“Riley!” Drostan rushed over.
Andras was in the air before Drostan reached us.
“You had better fly fast, you piece of shit!” Drostan shouted and launched magic at Andras as he fled. His shots fell short, and he finally gave up to turn and lay a palm to my cheek. “Did they hurt you? Are you—” Drostan breathed in deeply, and his face shifted back into fury. “That fucking bastard!”
“They weren't rough,” I said. “I'm fine.”
“Did they force you?” Drostan whispered.
“Only the one,” I said, “and it wasn't horrible.”
“I'm so sorry, Riley; that should never have happened.” Drostan's jaw clenched. “Let's get you back to the castle. We can dine in our chambers tonight, and tomorrow, you can have the entire day to recover.”
“Thank you,” I whispered and tried to act demure.
Hell; Andras had given me more than one present. It looked as if I had a short vacation from being Drostan's sex slave. After that wild afternoon, I could use it. Then there was all the new information he'd given me. I still wasn't sure how I was going to deal with the knowledge that Drostan had taken advantage of me. I felt helpless and frustrated.
“Did the Goblins say why they wanted to attack the Sylph Village?” I asked Drostan.
“The Sylphs attacked them first,” Drostan snarled. “If the Sylphs didn't have you, I would have led the attack myself. They could have destroyed a truce that has lasted centuries.”
“What?” I asked in shock. “Oh God, was that the skirmish you had to deal with?”
“The skirmish?” He lifted a brow.
“That day you came into the bedroom armored up and covered in blood,” I reminded him.
Drostan frowned; looking pensive for a moment before he answered, “Yes, that was the skirmish. The Sylphs flew off before they did much harm, and we were able to inflict a fair amount of damage ourselves, but the Goblins are furious and want their revenge. They're even more upset now that I've made them back down. I've had to promise to send them Redcap soldiers to help guard the border.”
“I'm sorry,” I said.
“This is not your fault, Riley.” Drostan squeezed my hand. “I don't blame you for it. There is a long-running feud between the Seelie and Unseelie. Even though our kingdoms are under a truce, battles between villages still occur.”
“That must be exhausting for you,” I noted. “Do you have to respond to every threat?”
“In one manner or another; yes,” he said. “A king must protect his kingdom. And you're right; it is exhausting. It's enough to make you wish you were someone else.” Drostan got a far-away look in his eyes for a moment.
“Drostan?”
“It will be all right, Aja,” he said. “Don't fret.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
But I did. I worried the whole way back to the castle... especially about what the word “Aja” meant.
Chapter Twelve
“So, I'm your concubine?” I asked Drostan as we walked to dinner the next night.
Drostan had been true to his word and had left me alone for the entire day. It had been blissful. I spent an hour in the bath, and then the rest of my time reading fairy books and drinking fairy wine.
“What?” He frowned in confusion.
“The Sylph told me that I'm your concubine, and that's not the first time I've heard it said. You said it to your guards once,” I reminded him. “So, is that what I am?”
“It sounds better than 'sex slave.'” Drostan shrugged. “Yes, Riley, that's the term for a woman in your position, and it's a respectable one.”
So, Andras had been telling me the truth; which lent credence to the rest of his words.
“My position or the term?” I teased Drostan back.
Drostan smiled, his eyes lightening with the camaraderie of the moment. “Both are respectable, though I'm looking forward to putting you in more scandalous positions later tonight.”
“Are all fairies perverts?” I asked conversationally.
“Yes,” he said immediately and without rancor. “But we prefer to call it hedonism.”
“Ah, another polite term.”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “Just so. I—” He stopped midsentence as we entered the dining hall.
Drostan's gaze was fixed on the far end of the room, where the high table was perched on a dais. I followed his gaze and saw the Seelie man that I had only seen once before—in Drostan's bedroom. It was the man with the green hair and eyes; Sir Conall. I frowned at the tension that radiated between the two men; looking back and forth from Drostan to Conall. Conall sat casually at the high table—as if he'd always done so—and Drostan did not look pleased about it.
“What's wrong?” I whispered; casting my glance around us at the fascinated fairies who were also watching the exchange.
“Nothing,” Drostan said crisply. “Come along.”
He escorted me to the high table angrily.
“Come along, come along,” I muttered under my breath.
“Conall,” Drostan said with even more sharpness than he'd used with me.
“King Drostan,” Conall drawled and gave a half-hearted bow without standing.
Drostan helped me into a seat to the right of his throne; Conall was already seated to the left. Drostan eyed Conall as he sat.
“What are you doing here, Conall?” Drostan asked tightly.
“I have come on business for Queen Tana,” Conall said. “She has sent a missive for you.”
“The Queen of Seelie sends knights to carry her messages now?” Drostan lifted an amused brow. “Or have you been demoted?”
“I volunteered.” Conall's stare drifted to me. “I wanted to see how things were going with your new concubine.”
“She is lovely; thank you for asking.” Drostan turned away from Conall to pour me a glass of wine.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
Drostan snapped his fingers at a server, and the woman came over to fill our plates for us. As soon as there was food on our plates, the rest of the room began to dine. That was how it always went; the court waited for the King to be served before they began to eat.
“Indeed, she is very lovely,” Conall said softly.
Drostan looked at Conall sharply. “Where is the missive, Sir Conall?”
“In my guest chambers,” Conall said. “I thought we could dine first. Royal messages are best received in private.”
Drostan stretched his neck, and it made an angry cracking. I frowned; trying not to react to the exchange. But I couldn't help wondering why Drostan was allowing a knight speak to him like that.
“There's a queen?” I asked to relieve some of the tension.
“There are two kingdoms in Tirne,” Drostan said gently. “I am King of Unseelie and Tana is Queen of Seelie. Conall is a knight of Seelie.”
“Right; I remember him saying that,” I said slowly as I processed it. “The same kingdom as the Sylphs.”
“What do you know of Sylphs?” Conall narrowed his eyes at me.
“I had to stop the Goblins from attacking them yesterday,” Drostan growled at Conall. “In retribution for the Sylph attack on Garimend.”
“Garimend?” I asked.
“The Goblin village,” Conall said as he kept his eyes on Drostan.
“One of the sylphs took Riley as a hostage until I calmed the Goblins.” Drostan narrowed his eyes at Conall.
“And you allowed it?” Conall asked in horror.
“You would have preferred war?” Drostan snarled.
“This message is very important, King Drostan,” Conall said as he got to his feet abruptly. “I think you were right to want to receive it first. If you would follow me to my guest chambers, I'd be happy to present it to you.”
Conall widened his eyes at Drostan meaningfully.
“Very well,” Drostan said crisply. Then he turned
to me. “I'll just be a moment, Riley.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“You'll be fine.” Drostan kissed my cheek, stood, gave Conall a grim look, and led him out of the hall.
I fidgeted nervously as the entire court watched the men leave and then turned to look at me. I grabbed my wine and took a deep swallow as a group of women got up from their dining table and approached me.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “What now?”
They sidled over and posed in front of me; one of them leaning her elbows on the high table to get a better look at me. I glanced at the group; four women total, and all of them stunning. The one on her elbows flicked raven hair over her shoulder as she rolled her eyes.
“I told you,” she said to the others. “She's nothing special.”
“She's got pretty hair,” one of the other women said.
I tried to ignore them; they were obviously baiting me.
“Maybe she's good at sucking cock,” another woman suggested.
“Shut up, Finella!” A little man—no bigger than my hand—fell from the ceiling and landed on the table between the women and me. He pointed angrily at the woman's face. “You're jealous. All of you are. You want to be sucking Drostan's cock yourselves, but he's chosen a human over you, and that just burns your airy assholes, doesn't it?”
The women gasped, turned about, and fled.
“Yeah; that's right, run away! I can hear your loose pussies flapping as you move; it's no wonder that the King doesn't want you,” he called after them. Then he turned and looked me over. “I'd fuck you. You know; if you were my size.”
“Thanks?” I chuckled.
“You're welcome.” He prowled over to my plate and checked out the fare. “You mind if I... ?”
“Help yourself.” I waved a hand at the food. “You just saved me from a nasty altercation. Have whatever you want.”
“Thanks, sweet-lips,” he drawled. “I'm Hugo.” He bowed, and his strawberry-blond curls fell forward over his face. Then he straightened and smiled brightly; soft brown eyes glittering with mischief. “Don't worry about those bitches. As you just saw for yourself; it only takes a little courage to put them in their place.”
