Page 10 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

I suck in a breath and twist my hips.

The bottle disappears.

“Stroke yourself,” Selwyn orders.

I lift my trembling hand. Tentatively, I place it on my hard cock. Oh, that feels strange. I normally only touch it when I need to pee. Touching it when I’m aroused feels so very different.

“Stroke,” whispers Selwyn in my ear.

I obey.

A great, shameful gasp pours out of me.

Selwyn’s fingers go to my swollen nipples. He pulls and tugs.

I twist and writhe.

“I’ll stop when you cum,” he growls.

I whimper and start stroking my cock. I know how to give a hand-job. It was part of my training. The angle is a bit strange, but I should be able to do this.

My hand moves up and down, smearing the oil all over my length. Selwyn’s hot fingers caress pleasure into my nipples. Pleasure that shoots all the way down to my cock and adds to the ecstasy I am pumping in with my own hand.

Unbidden, my hand tightens and speeds up. Pleasure blooms. It grows and grows. Until suddenly I’m crying out and my back is arching. My orgasm bubbles through me.

“Good boy,” says Selwyn.

I sprawl back against him. Panting and dizzy. That was quick. Far quicker than I was told to expect when pleasuring my husband. Did I mess up somehow?

“Get on all fours for me. Head down, ass up. ”

I scramble to obey. The position has a name, but right now I can’t remember it. I’m just relieved that he doesn’t sound angry.

Selwyn kneels behind me. This is it. This is where he impales me with his cock. I still have no idea what it looks like, or if he has two. Guess I’m about to find out.

The servants who helped me prepare said he didn’t want me to wear a butt plug, so this is going to hurt. But that’s okay. I can handle pain.

An utterly unholy sound pours out of me. Warm, soft, wet heat just lapped over my rim. Holy crap! Selwyn just licked my hole! Oh my stars!

Then all coherent thoughts fall out of my mind. Ecstasy, euphoria, and elation, are the only things inside my skull. Everything is all bright and vivid. Lights and colours are pulsing. Distantly, I can hear myself moaning and sobbing. I hope this is the singing he wanted.

His tongue is everywhere. Over and over. Around and around. In and out. I can feel his lips as well. I can feel him sucking.

A long, low scream rolls around the room as fireworks explode through me. I’m screaming as waves and waves of rapture are tearing through me. Oh goddess. Another orgasm.

I’m really panting now. Trembling. Sweating.

As I drift back down, I realise there is a fullness in my ass. Something deeper and firmer than a tongue.

It is two of his fingers. He must have eased them inside while I was orgasming.

He slides them out a little and then back in. I grunt.

“You can give me another one, Consort. ”

Consort. Oh my. We are married now. I am his consort. He is my husband.

His fingers move, and I cry out.

“That’s it, good boy.”

He brushes over my prostate. Sparks ignite. A filthy, depraved moan falls out of me.

He strokes it again and again. Fingers bumping it as they fuck in and out of me. Each touch is like lightning.

His fingers circle and press. He pushes down hard. And I scream my way through another orgasm.

I can no longer see or hear. My head is spinning. My skin feels raw. I can feel every slight movement of air. My muscles are weak. My veins are full of euphoria and not blood. It’s a good thing my head is on the mattress. I’m sure I’d fall over otherwise.

Something hot and blunt nudges at my entrance.

Oh goddess. That is his cock.

His hand reaches around and wraps around my cock. I whimper. I’m sure I am spent.

He tugs on me. Firm and sure. Confident and demanding. My cock helplessly responds. Tug. Tug. Tug. I wail. I’m so sensitive everywhere. But my body obeys it’s new master. Soon I am achingly hard again. I can feel another orgasm gathering within me.

It doesn’t seem like it should be possible. Fey can cum endless times. Humans can’t. But maybe I have more fey blood than I thought.

My impending orgasm grows and grows. Swells and swells until it spills over and I sob my way through another peak. One that rolls on and on.

As the orgasm shudders through me, Selwyn’s hand keeps relentlessly pulling on my cock, and his cock keeps relentlessly pushing at my entrance, until suddenly my body surrenders and I grunt as the tip of him pops past my tight ring.

My long orgasm crashes to a stop. He keeps stroking. I keep wailing. He keeps pushing until I feel his hips against my ass cheeks. He is all the way in. And he is enormous. There is no room for my organs. My hole is so stretched it feels like it is on fire.

He is holding perfectly still, but my insides are spasming and clenching around him. I whimper again. He rubs a circle onto my lower back and makes a soothing noise.

“You are doing so well, Laurie. Look at you taking all of me like such a good boy.”

I suck in a shuddering breath and lift my head and shoulders off the mattress, moving to all fours. It doesn’t help. He is still gigantic and consuming all of me. It feels like there isn’t even any room for my lungs.

This feels very different from a dildo. Warmer. Somehow both softer and harder. Definitely a thousand times more intense.

But I have taken him. He is inside me. I am no longer a virgin.

He still isn’t moving. Parts of me are starting to cramp. My hips start to rock. As if they are trying to pull off of him. But he moves his hand to my shoulder so I can’t go far.

I whine, and my hips move again. The movement gives me some relief, so I do it again. And again.

He grunts.

Oh holy hell. I’m pretty much riding him. He isn’t moving at all, but I’m rocking my hips, moving myself up and down his length .

Is this what he wanted?

His hand slides along my cock, his grip is all hot and freshly slathered with oil. The moan I give is depraved.

He strokes and strokes. I rock and rock.

I’m hard again. So very hard. Is it the sheer weight of him pressing down on my prostate? I don’t know, but everything feels so intense.

His hand stops, and I whine in protest. His oiled tight fist is tight around the very tip of my cock.

Mindlessly, I thrust forward. My cock slides into his tight fist. Fuck, that feels good.

So very fucking good. My hips instinctively pull out in order to do that again, but the movement causes me to impale myself more fully on his cock.

I cry out, but my hips are desperate to thrust into that tight, wet heat again. Fuck. The bastard is doing this on purpose.

My hips move. I’m powerless to resist them.

Pleasure blooms.

I thrust again. The weight and heaviness of him inside me is starting to feel good. The friction on my rim is amazing.

I rock my hips again and moan deeply.

“That’s it. Good boy.”

He holds perfectly still. I fuck his fist and fuck myself on his enormous cock.

The more I move, the more intense it feels and the more I can’t stop or slow.

My movements are fast, frantic, feral. I’m grunting and groaning like a beast. I can feel another massive orgasm, just out of reach. In frustration, I chase it. Moving my hips faster and faster. Into the tight fist, back onto the large scalding cock .

In and out. Back and forth.

“Look at you, little consort. Doing so well. Take your pleasure. Find it. Let it surge.”

My eyes roll back. I slam back onto him. All the discomfort has gone now. He feels good. So fucking good, deep, deep inside me. I never want him to leave me. I want his cock inside me always.

I can’t believe pleasure like this exists. It can’t end. I need it.

He groans, deep and low. The reverberations rumble through me. I feel it shake my own lungs.

Hot, hot wetness bathes my insides. Deep, deep inside. Spurts of heat that feel so damn fucking good.

Oh fuck. He came. I made Selwyn orgasm. I was good for him.

Something unfurls deep inside me. It opens and blooms. It unlocks. My magic floods out like the breaking of a dam. A tsunami of power, and with it, an immense, all-consuming orgasm.

My magic storms out of me, and it feels like it takes all of me with it. My thoughts, my soul, my mind.

And definitely my consciousness.

I collapse willingly into the black, and allow it to devour all of me until there is nothing left.

Now, there is only blissful darkness.