Page 29 of Fey Empire

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.

Chapter ten