Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Your Majesty,” the purple one says, touching my foot. I raise it so she can remove my slipper. One of the green faeries leans down and takes my nipple into her mouth while I step out of the other slipper.
Cassan’s faeries cover his neck and chest in sucking kisses. His cock strains at the front of his breeches, but they make no move to release him.
I, however, am quickly naked, and led to one of the tables. The faeries secure my wrists and ankles, spreading my legs apart wide.
“Would His Majesty like to see?” One of his faeries giggles. They surround him and urge him to stand at my feet, their hands stroking over all his bare skin that they can touch.
“Think of how easy it would be,” my pink faerie coos to him. “You need only climb up onto this table, and you could be inside of her.”
“You won’t break me so quickly,” he says with a laugh. “Perhaps in a few hours, it will be more of a struggle to deny myself.”
“You are too smart for us, Your Majesty,” a blue faerie says, leaning her head on his shoulder and allowing her hand to drift down his ridged stomach. Her fingers touch the top of his breeches and pull away swiftly.
“And you have such restraint,” a pale one with long, white hair says, running her tongue around the shell of his ear. “If given the opportunity, I would be upon her in an instant. I would delve my tongue into her sweet pussy and lap up every bit of her nectar.”
As they talk about me, my faeries produce a bottle of shimmering oil. They pour it on their hands and massage it into my skin, one at each arm and one at each leg. The green faeries have taken my arms; they work their fingers almost painfully into my muscles, leaving relief in their wake. But when they reach my breasts, they retreat on a long, slow path back to my wrists.
Cassan is similarly strapped down. “Wait,” he says, once the final restraint is placed. “This is wrong. Let me correct it.”
I gasp as my table tilts up, but the pink and purple faeries simply drop to their knees to continue massaging my legs. Cassan and I are both upright now, facing each other.
“This way, I can better see you,” he says, his eyes trained on my breasts.
The faeries tending to him apply oil, as well, rubbing his arms and feet while he groans in rapture. I am similarly transported as the knots in my muscles release under skilled hands.
But as time passes, I become more and more aware of how close fingers come to touching places on my body that are beginning to wake up. Once, twice, the pink and purple faeries’ hands accidentally brush the hoop protruding between my labia, but they never touch me there. They avoid the entire area, their fingertips dipping into the crease between my thighs and my mound, but never straying further. My breasts ache for the green faeries to return their mouths to my nipples, but they focus on my shoulders and chest, never touching my breasts directly.
Cassan still has his breeches on, but a faery with skin the velvet dark of a night sky and luminous, starry eyes works the laces and frees him. His cock looks already painfully hard, the tip swollen and nearly purple.
He catches me staring and grins. “They may be touching me, Cenere, but this is all for you.”
“I can’t wait,” I breathe, and it surprises me to realize that I’m not acting. When I first arrived at court, it seemed not even an hour could pass without sex, but Cassan has not called upon me even to take him into my mouth. Days have passed without the touch of another’s hand, and I feel as though I’m starving.
“I haven’t fucked anyone else,” he says, grimacing as the faery traces an arc of oil on his stomach, avoiding his straining cock.
“I haven’t even made myself come. Not since Luthian told me he was surrendering.”
“That’s quite a long time,” I say, gasping a little as my piercing is nudged again.
One of the fairies cups his balls through the breeches. “You’re full to bursting, Your Majesty. Imagine releasing all of that into her tight, sweet pussy.”
He hisses as she walks her fingers alongside his shaft.
“Think of it,” one of the green faeries murmurs in my ear. “So much thick, hot cum filling you.”
“You’re so lucky, Your Majesty,” the pink one says, gliding her oiled hand down my inner thigh.
I lock eyes with Cassan and smirk. “If he lasts a minute, I’ll let him sentence me to another full day of this torture.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he says with a breathless laugh.
The purple faery collects four of the paintbrushes and distributes them to her partners. The bristles are long and thin, pointed in a tip no wider than a single hair. They barely touch me with them as they skim the outlines of my fingers and each toe. It’s as if they’re painting my portrait on me with teasing, tickling touches. They dip the brushes in the oil, spread it over my skin with delicate strokes that make me squirm.