Page 43 of Fey Empire

I scramble up into a sitting position. “May I use my mouth?”

Selwyn raises an eyebrow. Heat burns my cheeks.

He chuckles. “Yes, I grant you the honour of sucking my cock.”

It does feel like an honour. He doesn’t need to tease. But it is fine, because actually, I like his gentle taunting. It feels intimate. People don’t joke with those they hate. My mother never jokes at all. With anyone.

I give Selwyn a tentative, small smile. I’m not sure if I should smile at him, but I’m feeling brave this morning. He blinks, and his eyes gleam.

Okay, that went better than expected. However, he is going to run out of patience if I don’t get on with things.

I move onto my hands and knees, facing sideways on the bed with my head directly above his cock. The strange yearning, fluttery feeling is back. I think it is desire. Or lust. Perhaps both, even though I’m not quite sure what the difference is.

I lower my head. My thoughts go offline.

Selwyn’s cock is hot. Silk and steel. Heavy and divine. He smells incredible, and I cannot get enough of him .

I worship his heavenly cock for an unknown length of time. My mind is calm. Bliss is humming in my veins.

His oiled finger appears at my hole and pulls a gasp from me. I had no awareness of him reaching for the oil, or sliding my robes up to bare my ass.

Now, his finger is teasing around my puckered rim. Caressing the sensitive skin. I moan, and my shameless hips push back, seeking more of his touch.

He doesn’t relent. His finger goes around and around, a taunting brush over, and then around and around in the other direction.

I’m rocking and whining and trying to concentrate on pleasuring his cock, but it is so hard with all the sensations shooting through me. His touch has awakened every single one of my nerve endings and made them sing for him.

A deep groan escapes my lungs, reverberates around the cock filling my mouth, and reaches freedom.

Selwyn has sunk his finger inside me, and it feels so damn good.

“So responsive,” breathes Selwyn. “One day, you are going to love taking my cock.”

He pushes a second finger in, and I sob and drool around his cock.

“Good boy.”

His fingers slide in and out of me. My limbs are trembling. I’m only holding him in my mouth now. The pleasure crashing through me is far too distracting to remember how to coordinate my muscles.

His fingers slide in deeper. They pick up the pace. A confident rhythm that is maddening because it is not quite fast enough.

Nevertheless, I whine and writhe, and my orgasm builds and builds. Storm clouds of ecstasy gathering deep inside me, waiting to unleash their joint fury.

“Cum for me, consort,” growls Selwyn.

His fingers curl. I keen around his cock. I shudder. My body clenches around his fingers. His cock swells and throbs. His seed gushes down my throat. My seed spurts onto my belly and drips down onto the bed.

I release his cock and suck in a lungful of oxygen. His fingers leave me. It is hard not to whimper at the loss.

He rolls off the bed. Shrugs into a soft dressing gown, and strides out of the bedroom.

I continue to pant. Why does he leave like that? I don’t think I did anything wrong. Maybe it is a fey thing. Perhaps he believes he is being polite by giving me privacy to pull myself together?

I don’t know. And I have no idea how to find out.

Sighing. I climb off the bed. I need a bath, and a pee after being asleep for so long. Then I’m going to tape my pencil together and draw in the library.

Unless my husband needs me again.