Page 60 of Fey Empire

He moves above me. The head of his hard cock notches against my entrance. My magic screeches in my ears. It wants this. Needs this. Demands this.

“Forgive me,” whispers Selwyn.

And he slides home. He fills me with his heat. My body welcomes him. There is a stretch, a slight discomfort as my body opens to make way for him, but most of all, is a sheer, wonderful satisfaction. He is water after a fever. Food after a fast. Sleep after a long day.

Selwyn’s cock inside me is everything I crave. He fills the empty, hollow, aching parts of me. He completes me. He has made me whole.

I am floating on euphoria. There is no longer a mattress under my back. I am existing amongst the stars.

Selwyn moves. His cock eases out a little and then glides right back in. He rocks into me. Slow, shallow, tender, gentle. Treating me carefully. Delicately. As if I’m something easily broken. Or something precious.

I sigh in bliss. There is no more air. I am breathing in sensation and exhaling joy.

Rock, glide, slide. Rock, glide, slide. Each gentle, barely there thrust is pumping more euphoria into me.

This has to be heaven. I must have died. A human body cannot feel like this. I am a spirit, and he is a god. A god granting me his benevolence. Gifting me some of his divine grace. Stuffing me full of his glory.

I want to stay like this forever. Forever and ever. Exist only in this one perfect, beautiful moment.

Glide, rock, slide. Glide, rock, slide.

There is a storm brewing in my soul. Immense and fathomless. Potent beyond comprehension. It is growing and growing. Swelling and gathering strength.

I’m on the cusp of it unleashing. Teetering on the very edge. All this power is going to detonate through me. I will not survive. I’m going to be scattered amongst all the plains of the universe. There will be none of me left.

“I have you, Laurie,” pants Selwyn. “Let yourself fall. I am here to catch you.”

That sounds nice. I can scatter amongst the stars, because he will find me and put all my pieces back together.

I am safe.

I can let go.

My head falls back. I open my mouth and release a scream, as I surrender to my magic, as I surrender to the man holding me.

My muscles clench. My body spasms. My soul ignites.

The peak of my pleasure rolls on and on. My hips thrust. My body clamps down on the cock inside me.

Selwyn lifts me up. He pulls me close to him until I’m straddling his lap. His cock is deep inside me, and his arms are wrapped tightly around my back. I’m pressed against the contours of his naked chest.

I sing as pleasure and magic tears through me.

He holds me as the storm rages through my body and soul. He holds me through it all.

Until there is nothing left but black.

Chapter twenty-one

I’m drifting awake. I feel warm and safe, so I’m not going to try to fight it.

I’m sitting sideways on Selwyn’s lap, cradled like a baby. We are both still naked.

Dawn light is streaming through the window, but I have no idea how long I was out for. It could have been most of the night, or only a few minutes. Everything is a blur.

My head is resting on Selwyn’s shoulder, and his breaths are calm and steady. His fingers are brushing gently over my hair.

This is nice. Very, very nice. My limbs are all languid. My mind is peaceful. My angry, raging magic is gone. It’s swirling within Selwyn now, and I don’t mind that at all. It was a swarm of angry bees inside me, with him, it is a calm and content hive. Everyone is happier this way.