by Amy Sumida
“Just wait, Brother,” the Queen said with mischief. “She's only warming up.”
I bent my head to the task and moaned through every lick and motion. I started gently and then quickly tightened my hold and sucked him savagely. I was taking him in as deep as he could go; my lips tight around him and my hand like a vise. As I madly worked his cock, I rubbed my nipples against his legs. Trenton's hand slid down and started playing with them. I groaned as he pinched me hard; letting the vibration tingle over him. Soon, Trenton's hand was on the back of my head; urging me on. That's when I took his balls in hand and squeezed them as I shoved a finger up his ass. Trenton roared out his release and came in my mouth violently. I drank every last drop as he convulsed; his back bent over his chair. And then I sat back, waiting for him to recover and dismiss me.
Instead of sending me away, Trenton tucked his cock back into his pants, pushed my nipples into my dress, and helped me to my feet. He didn't stop there but continued to lift me into his arms with a wild look on his face. Prince Trenton strode out of the hall—carrying me like a groom with his bride—to stunned silence.
“Told you so!” The Queen called after us.
Chapter Nineteen
“Take off your clothes and get on that bed,” Prince Trenton commanded me after he had barred his bedroom door behind us.
I did as Trenton ordered as he hurried out of his clothes. His eyes had lightened to violet and were starting to glow. I sat on the bed and waited for him.
Trenton had the body of a Greek statue, and the golden-brown of his tanned skin made him even more sublime. Just like Drostan, this man was too perfect to exist. He was taller than Drostan, though, with slightly wider shoulders and significantly more muscles. And Drostan was a big man. King Drostan had the body of a water polo player, while Prince Trenton was built like a bodybuilder. Both men stood out among the mainly slim Fey—only knights had bodies that came close to theirs—but Trenton was especially large. This was no idle prince, but a warrior who worked his body daily. Trenton strode forward—muscles clenching and releasing in glorious ways—and crawled onto the bed beside me. I think I may have sighed.
Prince Trenton of Seelie laid back on the pillows—crossing his strong arms behind his head—and looked me over indolently. “Touch yourself; you've seen me come, and now I want to watch you.”
I ran my hands over my body; slowly moving downward.
“No!” Trenton snapped. “Stop with all that nonsense. Rub your pussy till your desire drips down your thighs.”
I shifted up higher on my knees and spread my legs. Then I cocked my hips forward so he could see me fully. Trenton sighed appreciatively as I rubbed my palm over my pussy, and then my fingers dragged over my clit. I began to flick it quickly; dipping my finger into myself occasionally to moisten it. I watched Trenton as he watched me; his cock hard as steel and starting to weep. Shivers ran over me, and I grew even more excited.
“That's it,” he murmured. “Finger-fuck yourself. Do it as if I weren't here.”
I rubbed myself violently; squeezing a nipple as I came. My hips thrashed, and I tensed into convulsions as I continued to thrust a finger into myself. I let Trenton see it all; the wild truth without a sheen of seduction. I let my face twist into rapture, and my legs fall open as I laid backward. My body twitched as I settled into a sigh.
Trenton groaned and crawled over me. He went straight to a breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth hard as he rubbed his cock over my wet pussy. He seemed to glory in the sound of us sliding together. Then he lifted his face to mine.
“Let's see if your pussy feels as good as your mouth,” he said. “Ride me, Riley.”
Trenton laid back again, and I straddled his waist. I took his cock in hand. But instead of pushing him inside me, I held it against me—splitting my pussy—and rubbed myself against its hard length; allowing myself to wantonly enjoy him. I rubbed circles around the head of his dick with my finger; using my desire for lubrication. Trenton groaned and lifted his hips. My instincts kicked in as I watched him watch me. This prince didn't want to command; he wanted to be commanded.
I dropped his cock suddenly, and Trenton lifted his gaze to mine in shock. I pushed him back violently and climbed over his chest. As he gaped up at me, I shoved him down into the pillows and straddled his shoulders. Then I pushed my pussy onto Trenton's face.
“I sucked you off,” I growled. “I played with myself for your entertainment. Now, lick me like a good little boy.”
Trenton opened his mouth and feasted. He sucked and licked and tongued my clit like a wild man. His arms came up around my hips and hugged me tightly to him. And as Trenton did all of that, I reached back and worked his cock. His hips were bucking wildly—and his mouth was working even more savagely—when I screamed out my orgasm and ground my pussy into his mouth. After the tremors subsided, I pushed away from him and eased down to his cock again. I angled him inside me at last and slid all the way down to the base of his shaft. He was almost too much for me; stretching me tightly with his thick cock.
“Fuck!” Trenton growled and licked his wet lips. “Your snatch is like a fist on my shaft.”
“And you like it tight, don't you?” I growled as I clenched around him.
“I do,” he groaned.
“No one else can work you as I do.” I grabbed his chin and rubbed the wetness I had left there into his skin.
Trenton's eyes glowed brighter.
“Say it!” I snapped.
“No one else can work my cock like you,” he said with a note of wonder. Then his voice strengthened. “No one can make me come like you, Riley.”
“That's right, baby,” I purred. “And I'm going to do it again... if you're a good prince.”
I moved slowly; undulating my hips against him. Trenton's cock pulsed inside me, and his hands lifted to my breasts like he was worshiping a goddess. He pinched my nipples hard and pulled on them. I slapped his hands away and pushed my tits at his face.
“I said to be nice,” I growled. “So suck me nicely
Trenton sucked one, and then the other nipple eagerly and tenderly. I ground myself onto his cock continuously; feeling him twitch inside me. His hands went to my hips and pulled me tighter to him. I squeezed my pussy around him again, and Trenton groaned around my nipple.
“Fuck me hard!” I snapped.
Trenton turned us suddenly, so that he was on top, and then pushed my legs apart violently. He began to thrust wildly into me; his face gone savage. His hands were clenched into fists—pressed into the mattress on either side of my face—and his biceps bulged as he bared his teeth. He was making barbaric, growling sounds as his eyes started to glow.
“Fuck me harder!” I order. “Shove that thick cock all the way up my pussy, Trenton! Don't you dare fucking hold back!”
“No, Riley; I won't hold back,” he murmured and shoved himself deeper.
“And kiss me, goddamn it!” I snarled. “You have yet to kiss me, you fucking beast.”
Trenton covered my mouth with his and kissed me like I was his treasured lover. He eased back and stared down at me in awe as he continued to fuck me forcefully.
“You know what I need,” he whispered low in revelation. “You're the first woman who has managed to please me. And your pussy is the tightest I've ever fucked. I intend to keep you, Riley. For a very long time. I don't care what my sister, Sir Conall, or even King Drostan says. You're mine now. This pussy and this mouth are mine. These tits and this ass are mine. Your hands and feet, and everything in between, are mine. You are mine.”
“No, Trenton,” I said as I took his face within my hands. “You are mine!”
With that, Prince Trenton of Seelie emptied himself into me as he cried out in ecstasy.
Chapter Twenty
The next morning, as Trenton drew a bath for us, he gently brushed my hair. Then he carried me into the tub and carefully bathed every part of my body. We lounged in the warm water—me lying atop him as he sensually massa
ged me—and just relaxed as our breakfast was prepared. When we were done teasing each other in the bath, we stepped out, and Trenton dried us off. He helped me into a velvet robe—his robe—before escorting me into his private dining room. The meal was laid out for us, but Trenton had dismissed the servants so we could be alone. We sat at his grand dining table, in velvet-padded chairs, enjoying our meal together like a real couple. Trenton would take my hand and hold it tenderly, stroke my hair, or lean over and kiss my lips every few minutes. I was dressed only in his robe, and he was naked; at my command.
I slid to the edge of my seat, flipped the robe open around my legs, spread my thighs wide, and drizzled honey over my pussy.
“Oops,” I said. “I've spilled honey on myself.”
Trenton's breathing quickened as he stared at my glistening, sticky sex.
“Get on your knees and clean me up, Trenton.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trenton jumped out of his chair eagerly, positioned himself between my thighs, and began to carefully lick every bit of honey off my pussy.
He started to slide a finger inside me, but I stopped him.
“Only your tongue!”
Trenton groaned and licked harder. He biceps bulged as he grabbed my hips, and the muscles in his back rippled as he bent to his task. Prince Trenton was utterly breathtaking on his knees; still more masculine than many men I'd known. How he could look so powerful as he did my bidding was beyond me, but it amped up my excitement to a mind-numbing degree. I stroked his white hair back from his flushed face and massaged his scalp affectionately. He sighed and sucked at me ferociously. I angled my head to admire his rounded ass and magnificent thighs. His thick cock was jutting up between his legs; begging for attention.
“Pleasure yourself,” I purred. “You may slide your shaft into me once to wet it.”
Trenton groaned as he surged up and positioned himself at my entrance. He shoved his cock in all the way; his ministrations had made me slick with desire and more than ready for him. He drew out and began to slide back in. I slapped him lightly on his face. It was barely a tap, but it startled him, and Trenton jerked up—his eyes widening.
“What did I say?” I snapped as I scowled at him.
“I could slide into you once,” he dutifully repeated.
“That's right.” I nodded. “Now get back to licking me. I'll tell you when you can touch yourself.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trenton buried his face in my pussy and started to lick me again.
I waited a few minutes and then stroked his hair back from his face. He shivered with my renewed attention.
“Is your cock still wet?” I asked gently.
“No, my lady.”
“Let me see it.”
Trenton eased back so that I could see his twitching shaft. I took the honey from the table and drizzled some over his long, thick rod.
“Give me your hand,” I said.
He obediently held out his hand, and I dripped some of my orange juice into it.
“Now, rub your cock.”
The juice combined with the honey to make the perfect lubrication. Trenton sighed and began to stroke himself rapidly as he stared longingly at my sex.
“You may return to licking me,” I said haughtily.
Trenton covered me with his mouth and started lapping at my pussy as the wet slapping of his hand on his cock echoed around us. He soon brought me to orgasm, and I watched his back tense as he approached release himself. I was about to make him stand so I could suck that sweetness from him when a knock came at the door. We froze.
“I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Brother,” the Queen called out.
Trenton's wide eyes went to mine in horror.
“Get up,” I commanded in a whisper.
He did as he was told. I shrugged out of his robe and put it on him.
“Sit down and spread your legs,” I said.
Again, he obeyed. I knelt between his legs and licked the honeyed juice from his hand slowly—as if the Queen of Seelie weren't waiting for her brother's reply. Trenton groaned in delight as he watched me suck on his fingers.
“You may tell her to come in, and you may act as my master for now,” I purred, and he smiled.
I began to suck Trenton's juicy cock as he called out for his sister to enter.
“Oh my!” She exclaimed gleefully. “You're still enjoying her?” The Queen closed the door behind her and sashayed over to inspect my work. “What are you covered in, Brother?”
“Riley is very inventive,” Trenton said with an arrogant smile—right back to being the Prince. “She mixed honey with her morning juice and rubbed it over me to sweeten her task. It's the most sublime feeling; you should have Sire Eamon try it on you.”
“I will!” Queen Tana's eyes went wide. “My, my, but you have outdone yourself, Riley. I'm most happy with you.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I paused my sucking to answer, and then went right back to enjoying Trenton's cock as I made murmurs of delight.
“Should we keep her, Brother?” Tana asked casually.
“I want her, Sister,” Trenton growled; suddenly very serious. “For myself.”
“Then you shall have her, my darling,” Queen Tana vowed as she stroked his hair affectionately. “Whatever you want, you shall have.”
“Thank you, Tana,” Trenton said as he pushed me further down on his cock. “She'll be a magnificent concubine.”
“I see that,” Queen Tana said as she stroked the hair away from my face, so she that had a better view. “And the entire Court will too.”
Trenton looked up in question.
“I want you to make a spectacle of fucking her tonight at dinner,” Tana said as she transferred her attention to Trenton. “Our Court needs to see that you can be the prince they want you to be.”
Trenton stiffened in a bad way, and I glanced up. He was glaring at his sister.
“Don't look at me like like, Trenton,” Tana chided. “I have let you be the man you wish to be; you know I could have pushed you into another direction.”
“I am who I am because I want to protect you, Tana,” he growled.
I sat back and waited. This wasn't a conversation to be had while I performed fellatio on one of the participants.
“I know, my darling,” she said gently as she stroked his sleek hair; following the line of it all the way to his wide shoulders. “And I love you for it. But wouldn't it be lovely to appease the Court with one little show?”
“We performed for them last night,” his tone calmed, but Trenton was still upset.
“And that was a good beginning,” she agreed. “Just enjoy yourself; that's all I ask.”
“Enjoy myself in front of spectators,” he muttered.
“We are Fey.” Queen Tana shrugged. “We love to watch and perform. I do so every night; you can lower yourself to participate for one evening.”
“Tana”—Trenton stood and hugged his sister—“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be unfeeling.”
“You're never that, Trenton,” Tana said softly. “I love you, Brother, and I would give you the stars if I could. Just do this one thing for me.”
“All right,” Trenton said with a sigh and then kissed his sister's cheek. “We will give the Court of Light their show.”
“Thank you, my sweetness,” Tana purred and pushed him back into his chair. “Now go back to enjoying your new concubine; she's waiting anxiously for you.”
“Prince Trenton is an incredible lover,” I said as I positioned myself between Trenton's legs. “Please make me his, Your Majesty.”
“I knew my brother's prowess would conquer you,” Queen Tana said smugly. “You may belong to him for as long as he wants you.” She winked at Trenton and left the room humming to herself happily. “Just be sure to keep pleasing him, and I'm certain he will look after you as he does me.”
As soon as the door shut, Trenton got to his knees beside me and pulled me into a hug.
“You are the most wonderf
ul woman I've ever met!” He exclaimed. “You handled that exquisitely.”
“Thank you,” I purred and laid back on the carpet, out of his embrace. He obviously didn't want to talk about what had just transpired between him and his sister, and I wasn't about to push him. Instead, I got us back on track. “Now, fuck me till we both come, Trenton.”
“Yes, my sweet.” Trenton smiled widely and impaled me with one thrust.
Chapter Twenty-One
Trenton and I had prepared for dinner, and not just by getting dressed. I had instructed him to do as he pleased with me and fulfill this strange requirement his sister had placed upon him. Trenton had wanted me to whisper my orders to him throughout the evening, but I thought it would be best if it seemed natural. So, he agreed.
I had expected the sensuality to start right away, but it was a rather tame meal. I sat on Trenton's armrest and demurely ate whatever he chose to feed me while the Court secretly watched us and consumed their own meals. At one point, he popped one of my nipples out to idly suck on, and Sir Eamon casually groped the Queen through her clothes, but that was all. The Seelie Court was indeed different from Unseelie.
“Dessert!” Queen Tana suddenly proclaimed.
The whole room seemed to straighten in their seats as a horde of naked, human slaves strode into the room. They weren't at all ashamed by their nudity; in fact, most preened before the salivating fairies. I glanced at Trenton and he gave me a resigned look.
“Showtime?” I whispered.
He nodded.
The humans wound their way through the fairies, and as they went, fairies reached out and plucked their favorites from the crowd. I saw Janet go eagerly into Sir Thiery's arms. The knight positioned her across his lap and immediately started sucking on her nipples. She held him to her, leaned her head back and moaned in delight. And that was just the beginning. Every fairy there found a partner or two and began to enjoy themselves with abandon.
