Page 9 of Fey Divinity

With shaking hands, I undress and place my pyjamas on the back of a chair. I try to ignore how much the bed dips under my weight as I climb onto it. I roll onto my back and wait for my next instructions. Hopefully, Dyfri will relax when he sees that despite my size, I’m nothing more than a giant teddy bear.

Dyfri is still in his nightgown, on his knees beside my naked body. His eyes are fixed on my cock. My extremely hard cock.

“You do desire me,” he whispers hoarsely.

My head lifts off the mattress. “What? Of course I do! I presume you’ve seen yourself in a mirror? Who wouldn’t want you?”

His dark eyes narrow. “There is no need for flattery.”

I bite back a yelp as he hitches his nightgown up a little and swings his leg over me. He stares down from his new position straddling me.

Oh fuck. He really is gorgeous.

“Close your eyes,” he commands.

I obey.

His fingers wrap around my cock, holding me in place. A deep groan pours out of me. Then suddenly he is sinking onto me. Enveloping my cock in his tight heat.

Fucking hell.

No foreplay. No preamble. Just straight to business.

I guess he prepped and lubed earlier, because I’m evenly sized all over and he is taking me well.

Sensations and pleasure are exploding through me. Dyfri sinks all the way down. I feel his smooth ass cheeks flush against my groin. He doesn’t pause. He rides. With a brutal, efficient rhythm. He’s silent, while all sorts of depraved noises are pouring out of me.

He squeezes me with his internal muscles, and I see stars. I’ve never cum so fast nor so hard in my life.

He jumps off of me, and I can no longer feel him anywhere. I think it might be safe to open my eyes now. I’m still panting and wheezing, and my head is still spinning.

I open my eyes. He’s turned the light off and he is lying beside me, back to me, still wearing his nightgown.

“I…” I begin but he cuts me off.

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

My mouth snaps shut. Okay, that’s clear enough. I can do the shutting up part. As for sleeping, I’m not sure that is happening. Possibly ever again.

Chapter four

Evidently, I must have fallen asleep because I stir to the sound of voices speaking in rapid Fey, and for a moment I think I’m still dreaming. Then I realise the voices are coming from right here in the bedroom, and I’m suddenly, horribly awake.

There are fey in our room. Five of them, maybe six, all tall and ethereal and completely ignoring my existence as they surround Dyfri’s side of the bed. They’re speaking in that liquid, musical language that sounds like water over stones, urgent and intense.

Dyfri is sitting up, strands of his long black hair falling around his shoulders like a curtain, the wedding plait still woven through it and catching the early morning light. He’s responding in the same language, his voice calm but with an edge I can’t quite interpret.

I lie frozen for a moment, trying to work out if I should say something, do something, but then one of the fey glances at me with such complete disdain that I feel like an insect that’s crawled into their sacred space.

Right. Message received.

I grab my pyjamas from the chair where I left them last night, and I retreat to the bathroom down the hall, my face burning with embarrassment that they all saw me naked.Through the closed door, I can hear the conversation continuing, voices rising and falling in what sounds like an argument.

I take my time getting dressed, partly because I’m giving them space and partly because I need a moment to pull myself together. Last night was... complicated doesn’t begin to cover it.

Dyfri was very clear about what needed to be done. Adamant. Insistent, even.

But… I groan and clutch my head as if that will stop images from last night replaying in vivid detail.