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RUAROK

I openmy eyes to someone straddling me.

It takes me a moment to figure out what’s happening. It’s dark in the room, so night must have fallen. While I normally have no problem with waking to a woman on top of me, I’m fairly sure I fell asleep alone. No one should have access to my quarters without my permission.

I try to see who it is. The buxom blonde from earlier that day, perhaps? Has she returned to finish what we started?

But it doesn’t look like the same girl. She’s fully dressed, but beneath her skirts I glimpse a set of long, pale thighs. Her white-blonde hair falls over her face, obscuring her features from me. That it’s dark also doesn’t help.

There’s a flicker of recognition inside me, though, but I almost can’t believe what my eyes are trying to tell me.

My heart picks up its pace.

Her elegant fingers wrap around my cock, squeezinghard, almost to the point of pain. I gasp, but I’m instantly hard.

What’s happening here?

The woman crawls down my body, so her face is directly above my dick. Her hair hangs in a curtain around her face so I still can’t make her out. I want to reach down and swipe that hair away, but I’m terrified that if I move, I’ll break whatever spell this is.

Protruding from the deliberate folds left in her dress, two gossamer wings vibrate in the air. They almost have a life of their own, the amount of energy that is going through them.

Her mouth covers the head of my cock, hot and wet, and she sinks down deep. Fuck. That feels incredible. I let out a moan and thrust my hips up, wanting more. Still, I can’t bring myself to touch her. My cock is deep in her throat, and then she gags. Her throat closes around me, and I growl in pleasure.

Then I realize something. I can’t see any aura across her skin. I’ve never been in a sexual situation and not been able to drink from their energy. I don’t understand what’s happening here.

Is it the queen? The queen is pure Fae, isn’t she? My father would never have married someone of unpure blood, not when he has me as a son.

It looks like her, but still…something is different. The question about the new arrival’s bloodline jumps back into my head, but I’m not given enough time to analyze it.

The pleasure makes my mind swim. It’s as though I can’t see or think straight.

What is she doing to me?

Has she drugged me? I can’t see where she’d have had the opportunity, but it’s possible.

Another possibility occurs to me.

Is this Fae magic? I thought I was immune to their magic, but maybe I was wrong.

The Fae woman lifts her mouth from my cock then turns around, so she’s facing away from me. I still haven’t seen her face. She raises her long skirts so they hook around her hips and lower back. Her wings reach higher in the air, helping her as she lifts herself, positioning her pussy directly above my cock, and she slowly lowers herself.

My eyes roll with pleasure. By the gods. The tight walls of her pussy hug me, and she grinds down so she’s taking me right to the hilt. She moves languidly, as though she’s savoring every moment, and rides me backward.

She still hasn’t said a word.

I have the perfect view of her long, smooth thighs and round ass. My gaze is glued to where my cock vanishes into her pussy. I place my thumb against her asshole, and she lets out a guttural moan and rides me harder. Her wings take much of her weight, so it’s almost as though I’m fucking her in midair. Her ass slams up and down, and I’m sure I’m not going to last much longer.

I still don’t understand what is happening here. I don’t feel as though I’m completely with it, like my limbs are too heavy and my head is foggy. Is this what it feels like when I use my magic on someone, or is this something else?

My orgasm builds inside me, and I chase it. She fucks me harder and harder, and then her pussy pulses around me and she grinds down, her wings going still to allow her to sink low, her whole body shuddering and trembling.

I’m close as well, and she moves on me again, sliding up and down the length of my dick, our motion building.

Her wings flutter, and she lifts herself off me, just as I’m about to come, and slides down my thighs, away from me.

I open my mouth to protest at the sudden lack of contact, but my climax has already taken hold. Now bare, my cock jerks, and jets of milky white semen burst from the slit, splattering my stomach.