Fae Games

by Sofia Daniel

  A gasp whistled through my lips. The chamber was bare, as he had implied, but that made it even more magnificent.

  Prince Bradwell walked across the room and laid me down on a bed whose scent reminded me of April showers in Doolish Park when raindrops fell on the blossoms and filled the air with their sweet scent.

  He gazed down at me, his eyes shining with desire. “I’ve never met a being with inner beauty like yours, and I can’t wait to give you a night of pleasure.”

  Chapter 19

  Prince Bradwell peeled off his jacket, revealing a broad, well-muscled chest and abs tighter than the Lumberjacks of Switzerland. Shirtless, and with his cerise hair tumbling down his broad shoulders, the male looked like he had stepped out of a painting.

  I sank into the mattress, the pulse between my legs hammering a rapid beat. My mouth watered, and it took every shred of self-control to stop myself from panting. “Can I help you with those clothes?”

  “Let me take care of everything,” he said in a deep voice that curled around my nipples.

  Desire pulsed through my core, hot and heavy and hungry. I squeezed my thighs together, lay back, and dropped my gaze to the long, thick erection bulging from Prince Bradwell’s tight breeches.

  Each button he slid loose gave me a better glimpse of what he hid beneath the fabric. I’d already seen his dick before and had pumped it until it spurted jets of cum, but that had been in a dingy hovel with poor lighting. Here, with the lanternflies filtering light through the ceiling crystals, I got to enjoy the sight of that huge, veiny organ in its full glory.

  “Can I touch it again?” I asked.

  After stepping out of his breeches, Prince Bradwell climbed onto the bed and lay on his side. His amber eyes blazed yellow with the heat of his passion. “Only if you allow me to touch you.”

  Shifting around to lie face-to-face, I gave him an eager nod. “Wish granted.”

  “I want to take my time unwrapping and appreciating your beauty.” He placed a light kiss on the tip of my nose and ran a finger along the neckline of my gossamer dress, trailing a line of molten need.

  “Yes.” I ran my fingers down his hard bicep and over a muscled forearm.

  The first kiss he gave me was featherlight. The press of lips conveyed respect and restraint, just as he had displayed earlier in the day when we had returned from the seeing hag.

  “Is that alright?” he asked.

  “More, please,” I said with a smile.

  He leaned forward and placed his lips on mine again, this time sliding and caressing mine, sending tiny sparks of pleasure traveling down my neck to my tightening nipples.

  I parted my lips, and he slid his tongue in my mouth, curling and twisting and working me into a frenzy of clamping core muscles. Wetness flooded my folds, and every instinct in my body screamed at me to ride that huge erection. Moaning out my need, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard dick.

  “So intoxicating. So alluring. So needy!” Prince Bradwell placed his lips on the juncture of my neck and shoulder and lavished that sensitive area of flesh with open-mouthed kisses.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I lost myself in a haze of pleasure, both from having my neck sucked and from working that big cock. This was rare for me as I still hadn’t taken off a scrap of clothing.

  “I’ve been a fool,” he murmured into my neck.

  “What?” I replied.

  He ran his tongue along my collarbone and kissed a trail down my cleavage. “For taking so long to realize the gift fate bestowed upon my brothers and me.”

  Zings of pleasure raced down my belly, making me gasp. I arched into his touch, wanting and needing more. My fingers tightened around his erection, and I rubbed my thumb over his huge cock-head.

  Prince Bradwell moaned. “Unity, stop, or I will spend myself too soon.”

  I relaxed my grip. “Is that better?”

  He flipped me onto my back and stared into my soul with eyes that burned like fire. “Let me see you.”

  “You’ll have to pull off my dress, then.” I arched my back.

  “With pleasure.” Prince Bradwell lowered his head to my chest and placed a line of kisses along the tops of my breasts, each sending tiny explosions of pleasure that made me gasp.

  He slid a hand under my dress, over my spread legs with a slowness that made my insides shudder for more. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bit down hard on my lip and panted through my nostrils. If this was what it felt like to be slow and sensual, I never wanted it to end.

  His fingertips caressed my thighs, edging closer and closer to my melting core but never touching. The skirt of my gossamer dress lay bunched around the tops of my hips, and but no matter how much I bucked, he didn’t hurry.

  “I’ve never seen such a passionate female,” he said with awe in his voice.

  “Bradwell,” I murmured into his ear. “Please, don’t keep me waiting.”

  Prince Bradwell’s chest heaved, and he shuddered slow breaths between his lips as though trying to stave off his excitement. “Hearing you talk like that is so exciting, but I will give you what you need.”

  “Oh, yes!” I raised my hips off the bed, allowing him to pull the dress up to my waist.

  When I sat upright, he lifted the fabric over my head and set it to one side. Prince Bradwell sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes raking my naked form. The wings spread out beneath me on the mattress glowed and twitched as though beckoning him close.

  “You’re like a siren.” He stroked the backs of his fingers over the swell of my breast, over my ribcage, and down to my belly. “Only on land, and this beautiful body is your siren song.”

  My lips curled into a smile. “So, I’m dangerous, then?”

  “Alluring.” Prince Bradwell lowered his head to my breast and engulfed my nipple with his hot mouth.

  The intensity of the pleasure shocked me into screaming. I grabbed his muscular shoulder and shuddered.

  “Do I please you?” he murmured around my nipple.

  “Keep doing that,” I said.

  With a sharp nod, Prince Bradwell licked and flicked and circled my nipple with his pliant, wet tongue, turning his attention from one breast to the other. One of his hands stroked my belly, occasionally skimming the tops of my pubes.

  I wrapped my hand around that wrist and pushed it down between my legs, so his fingers grazed my sopping slit.

  He stiffened. “You’re so wet.”

  “For you.” I tilted my hips, letting my clit rub against his finger. A burst of pleasure flared from that sensitive ball of nerves and shot through my torso in a noisy gasp.

  He traced a gentle circle over my clit. “You like that?”

  Shudders of pleasure ran up and down my spine. “I love it.”

  Chuckling, Prince Bradwell continued rubbing. “What would it feel like if my tongue replaced my finger?”

  The thought of another fae prince lapping between my spread legs made me moan. Prince Bradwell left my nipples and kissed a line down my belly until he reached my core. He knelt between my spread legs and placed his large hands on my knees, opening them wide.

  “Isn’t that pretty?” he said.

  Heat bloomed across my cheeks, and I gulped. What on earth was down there? I still hadn’t dared to look. Raising myself onto my elbows, I glanced down between my spread legs to find two fleshy wings between my outer labia protruding from my golden curls. Instead of pink, they were the same blue and purple as my wings.

  Before I could comment, Prince Bradwell lowered his head between my legs and ran the tip of his tongue over my clit. It gave me the type of tingle I used to get when I’d tinker with the solar power cables. Only this time, it made the muscles of my core clench with the need to be filled.

  Throwing myself back into the soft, petal-scented mattress, I clamped my thighs around Prince Bradwell’s head and let my arms flop open. Pleasure as intense as the static that sometimes cracked on my fingertips, ran up my torso, and gathered ar
ound my nipples.

  “Brad,” I said. “This is so good!”

  “Delectable,” he moaned into my folds and quickened the pace of his tongue.

  Ecstasy coursing along my nerve endings kept me squirming on that bed. Up and down, round and round, that tongue went around my pulsing clit, swirling delicious sensations around my core. I arched and shuddered under his ministrations, wondering how on earth I could last the night with so much pleasure.

  Prince Bradwell’s moans and growls sent rumbles up and down my yearning core, and his questing tongue made all the muscles tighten with the beginnings of a climax. I thrashed my head from side to side, willing myself to calm. It had only been a few minutes, and already he was taking me to unknown heights of pleasure.

  “Unity.” He rubbed faster circles around my opening, never once letting me clamp around something hard.

  “P-please,” I rasped. “Stick your finger inside me.”

  “That’s impossible,” he said between licks.

  I lifted my upper body and stared at the cerise head between my thighs. “What?”

  Prince Bradwell raised his head, his eyes wide and dark. Slipping his thumb up to my clit, he rubbed gentle circles around the sensitive nub. “Your maidenhead won’t open until you have a heat. Didn’t anyone explain this?”

  “Oh!” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Not in so many words,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Can’t female high faeries accommodate even a finger?”

  “Magic won’t allow it.” His gaze dropped between my legs, and his nostrils flared with lust. “My brothers and I are lucky to have found a female who loves pleasure.”

  I ran my tongue along my bottom lip. If this was Elijah, he would probably suggest anal, but Prince Bradwell was too proper to bring up such a request. Besides, I could do plenty with my hands, mouth, and other assets.

  I pulled him up, so we lay facing each other with his erection pressed against my belly. “Let’s try something.”

  “What?” he asked.

  “Kiss me.”

  Prince Bradwell’s lips crashed down on my mouth, making me moan with our mingled taste. The rest of his body followed, and his weight settled on my chest. It took a lot of wriggling about, but I worked things so his dick lay flush against my folds. If he couldn’t stick it inside me, we could still get some pleasure from his rubbing against my clit.

  I slid my hands down his broad, muscular back and grabbed two handfuls of hard ass. “Rock back and forth.” I bucked my hips, sliding my core up and down that big dick. “This is the next best thing.”

  Lavishing me with the most toe-curling kisses, he rolled his hips, creating even more friction against my clit. I was so wet by now, and we glided against each other in harmony with the beating of our frantic hearts. I dug the pads of my fingers into that tight ass, urging him to go faster and wishing I was human, so he could give me a hard pounding.

  With a growl, he flipped me over and positioned me on all fours, and Prince Bradwell rested his chest against my back. “That’s better,” he growled. “Now, I can play with those pretty breasts.”

  As he rolled my nipples between his fingers, he slid his shaft over my wet folds.

  “Brad,” I murmured. “More!”

  His dick rubbed against my pulsing clit, not slowing and not showing any signs of relenting even when the pleasure got too intense, and I cried out.

  I had never done anything like this before. There hadn’t been any need when I was a human and able to get penetrated sex doggy-style. But at this angle, he kept me suspended on a tightrope of pleasure and frustration that made my head spin.

  Sweat trickled down my brow and into my eyes, I squeeze them shut and focussed on the sensations. My forearms shook and ached with Prince Bradwell’s weight, and with his heavy, merciless thrusts.

  The intensity became too much, and my front half slumped on the soft mattress. Prince Bradwell continued pumping his hips, making more and more pleasure gather low in my belly, behind my clit, and around my core to the point where I thought I would burst.

  “Please,” I murmured into the soft mattress.

  “What do you want?” His hot breath warmed my neck.

  “I need to cum.”

  Prince Bradwell’s moan reverberated down my back and gathered in my folds. The pleasure spiked, but it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge.

  “Alright,” he said between panting breaths. “We’ll do this together.”

  A warm breeze swirled through the four-poster bed. It curled around my thighs, pushing them further apart and exposing more of my sex to his touch.

  Now his thrusts sent lightning bolts of ecstasy racing down my thighs. He quickened his thrusts, swelling the bank of pleasure building up around my core.

  “Brad,” I said, my voice breathy. “Don’t stop.”

  “Never,” he growled. Between each snap of his hips, he said, “This. Is. The. Most. Pleasurable—”

  “Ah!” With that last thrust, something exploded deep inside my core, letting out all the pent-up pressure. Spasm after tight spasm of my core muscles pumped pleasure across my body, setting my nerve endings on fire.

  With a roar, Prince Bradwell spurred jets of warm semen on my belly, rolling his hips through an even more prolonged climax than the last time.

  As my orgasm softened into less violent undulations, Prince Bradwell rolled off my back and collapsed onto the mattress. He brought me down to my side and wrapped his larger body around mine.

  “Unity,” he rasped in my ear. “Stay with me forever.”

  “Hmmm… “ My eyelids fluttered closed, and I fell into blissful sleep.

  The next morning, a loud bang broke me out of my slumber, making my eyes snap open. Instead of the four-poster bed and the mattress made of blossoms, I lay naked on a stone floor of what appeared to be a dungeon.

  Stone walls curved into a low, domed ceiling with an arch that opened into a darkened hallway. It was smaller than the back room of our old house, but where that was cozy, this was cold and unwelcoming. I stared through the metal bars that I guessed were made of iron, trying to see if someone was lurking in the shadows.

  “Sleeping beauty’s finally awake, then?” sneered a cold voice.

  Moments later, a king’s guardian stepped into view behind the bars of my cell. I pulled knees up to my chest to hide my nudity, but he swept his gaze down my body and curled his lip, as though I was the most repulsive creature on the Isle of Fae.

  “Humans performing dark magic to become like us? That’s worth a bloody execution.”

  Cold terror swept across my skin, making it tighten. My wings wrapped around my knees, providing measly comfort. “The magic of the enchantment preventing faeries from victimizing humans won’t let you—”

  “That’s the beauty of your crimes. We can punish our own kind as much as we please without the outsiders interfering.”

  I gulped. “Where’s Prince Bradwell?”

  “Having breakfast with Her Majesty and getting a pat on the back for a job well done.” The guardsman hooked his thumbs beneath his lapels and rocked back and forth on his heels. “He’s the one who brought you here for punishment and has been playing spy all along.”

  The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and all the air left my lungs in a noisy gasp. Shuffling into the furthest corner of my cell, I shook my head. It was partially in denial and partly to let tendrils of hair fall into my face to hide the oncoming tears.

  Why did he go to such lengths to have me captured? He could have flown me straight to the palace and thrown me at Queen Titania’s feet. It made no sense to carry out such a romantic sham just for a few kisses and a bit of frottage.

  I glared up at the guard. What if someone had captured us both, and he was just saying that to hurt me?

  “Crying?” The guard’s voice dripped with mock-sympathy.

  “That’s enough,” said a female voice.

  “Your Majesty!” The guard dropped to his knees and pl
aced his head on the ground.

  I held my breath as her footsteps echoed through the hall. Theories whizzed through my mind. Last night, one of her spies had flown alongside us. What if the albatross had departed back to the queen, so she could have troops grab us in the middle of the night? She had arrested Princes Caulden and Rory for not revealing my location. It made sense that she would also punish Prince Bradwell for his deception.

  Queen Titania stepped into view, clad in a slinky, long dress the color of lightning. In the dungeon’s flickering candlelight, her hair looked brilliant white. It curled around her cruel face in a tight chignon, which sharpened her silver eyes with malevolence.

  Behind her strolled Prince Bradwell, his eyes hard with hatred.

  Betrayal kicked me in the heart then crushed it underfoot. My gaze darted to the kneeling guard, who turned around and smirked as if to say he would enjoy watching me squirm under the queen’s heel.

  Queen Titania stopped outside my cell and stared at me down her perfect nose. “I have heard tales of faeries losing their magic to power dark enchantments designed to ensnare my sons, halflings luring my boys astray with their lustful wiles, but this latest development is unforgivable.”

  Behind her, Prince Bradwell shook his head.

  The queen’s delicate hands curled into fists. “But what I will not tolerate is a human whore from Doolish!”

  I flinched at the venom in her words, her voice, her sharp eyes, and lowered my gaze. “Your Majesty, I didn’t—”

  “How dare you speak.” A whip of lightning cracked at my feet, making me flinch. “How dare you breathe my air!”

  The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention, and my lips clamped shut. This was Queen Titania’s palace, and I was subject to her rules and to her mercy. Another word and this mad queen would probably tear off my wings. If I was going to survive, I would have to stay quiet until the time came to escape.