Page 89 of Fey Regency

More warm oil seeps into my hole. The familiar tingling makes my cock throb in anticipation. It knows what that means. It knows that any minute now I’m about to be stuffed.

Sure enough, Tristan’s fingers leave me. A heartbeat later and his blunt cockhead is pressing against my entrance. I whimper into the kiss. I want him, with every fibre of my being, but it is still always a little overwhelming. I’m still astonished that it fits.

The very tip of him breaches me. Burning heat. My body is already stretching for him. I cry out in bliss. Yes, yes, yes.

He eases in a little deeper, forcing a groan from me. I already feel full and we have only just begun.

My legs lift. They wrap around his waist. I’m frantic now. Wild with lust. There is not a drop of shyness left in me. I have surrendered to sheer abandon. Given myself to pleasure.

Tristan pulls away from our kiss. He stares at me with a feral light in his eyes and I’m caught in his gaze. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.

He grunts. His hips move. He slides another inch into me and drinks in the sight of me taking him.

Oh fuck. I can’t breathe. My balls are already drawing up. This is too hot. I’m about to combust. I’m about to cum and he is not even all the way in yet.

His hips move again, burrowing his cock deep, deep inside me. Feeding me the last of his inches. I wail in delight. I swear if I looked down, I’d see my stomach bulging, but I’m not brave enough for that yet.

Tristan holds perfectly still as I writhe and spasm around him. The magic oil does wonders, but he still likes to give my body time to adjust.

I pant heavily. My eyes start to focus again. He is still staring down at me with an intensity that burns.

“I love you,” he says.

And I explode. Fireworks, stars, the works. My mind is blown away. My body is arching, clenching, pumping out cum. My soul is singing in joy. Euphoria, ecstasy, and elation are surging and twining through all parts of me. My mind, body, and soul. Tying them together. Joining them in one single purpose. To fill me with more pleasure than I ever thought was possible.

An eternity later, I become vaguely aware of reality. Tristan is still over me. His iron hard cock still sheathed deep inside me. He hasn’t moved a muscle. He slid inside me. Told me he loved me and watched me orgasm my brains out.

I watch as an evil smirk flows across his face. Oh fuck. He has seen I have somewhat recovered, and now I’m going to be railed senseless. My spent cock is already rising to the occasion.

A grin spreads across my face.

My life is perfect.