by Dante King
A smile spread across Poppy’s face. “I believe you just might do that,” she said, looking at me with something like hope. “Would you protect a pixie like me from Siobhan, Archlord? I have to warn you—I’m on both the Seelie and the Unseelie Fae’s shit lists.”
I leaned over and put my hand on Poppy’s thigh. “If we fucked, you’d belong to me,” I said, looking deep into her eyes. “And I don’t let any motherfucker mess with what belongs to me.”
The declaration made Poppy bite her bottom lip. Was that a squeal she was suppressing? She certainly looked like she’d won the fucking lottery.
The miniature pixie wavered back and forth across the edge for so long that I began to get nervous. Then, almost like a sneeze, a single word spilled from her lips:
“Persephonia.”
I blinked. “What’s that?”
Poppy’s face flushed crimson. “My name,” she purred, looking at me with a mixture of fear and longing. “My true name.”
Oh fuck. I’d thought that maybe I could get Poppy to tell me her real name while I was balls-deep inside of her—but to have her give it up without any leverage? She really was hitching her wagon to me. Among the Fae, this was about the heaviest declaration of trust a girl could make.
“Persephonia,” I repeated, watching Poppy shudder with lust in response. “It’s beautiful. Just like you.”
“Yes, sir,” Poppy panted, squeezing her thighs together. “Now that you know it, you can command me. You can do anything you want with me, really. I’m putting my life in your hands…”
I pulled her back into my lap. “Godfrey,” I growled, “you’re just going to have to wait.”
“Yes, Master,” the car chirped cheerfully, making no special note of the fact that I was about to fuck this pixie’s brains out. For my enchanted vehicle, this was all just another day. Odd to think about it like that.
“Persephonia,” I growled, hiking the pixie’s skirt up above her round, juicy ass. “Persephonia, Persephonia...you know you’ve delivered yourself right into the hands of a beast, don’t you?”
She did. But as the Realms’ number one bad-boy, I knew something better than most people: that there was an excitement that came with leaping heedlessly into danger. From sticking your head in the lion’s mouth, or from letting the Beast take you to his bed.
Or the front seat of his car, in this instance.
Poppy let out a low moan as I slid my hand between her thighs. Her pussy was wet and warm, dripping with juice, and the tiny nub of her clit throbbed against my thumb as I swirled the digit around it. Her slender, see-through wings shook rapidly as I pleasured her, getting her good and ready for my cock. Fuck, she was so tiny! It really was going to feel like having a living sex toy in my lap. I wondered if she’d even be able to fit all of me inside of her.
Only one way to find out, I thought with a smirk.
I reached down and finished the job Poppy had started, tugging down my zipper and freeing my cock. The shaft glistened with pre-cum from my frustrated humping against the pixie, and now I was going to get to feel what it was like to be buried inside of her. Grabbing the base, I ran the swollen head over her labia and her clit, marveling at how huge my cock looked between her thighs. Like a fucking tree trunk!
“Oh fuuuuck,” Poppy whimpered. “I’d heard humans were hung like fucking horses, but shit! I don’t know if I can take all that, Archlord!”
“My name is Luke,” I growled, looking her in the eyes. No danger in her knowing my real name now—not when she already belonged to me, and would in a whole new fashion once I was done with her. “I want to hear you screaming that name while I’m fucking you, Persephonia. Now spread those legs wide for me.”
The words held the force of command, and with her true name spoken, Poppy’s legs snapped open like someone readying a pair of chopsticks. “I don’t know if I can take it!” Poppy groaned, running her slick folds over the head of my cock. “You’re so big, you’re so fucking big—!”
My big cock rammed home. Poppy’s tight walls stretched around my cock as it pushed into her snug entrance, filling her to the brim and then some. If she hadn’t been so incredibly wet, I never would have fit.
“Oh fuck!” I roared, the back of my neck slamming into the headrest. I’d been with women before who had rare treasures between their legs: Mareth’s succubus pussy could grip and stroke me while I was inside of her, and Christina’s supernatural ridges swirled around my cock on every stroke in ways that would have sent a normal man over the edge instantly. But I’d never fucked anything like Poppy before. She was so fucking tight that every inch I buried inside of her felt like it would be the last—like there simply wasn’t room inside the pixie for all the meat I wanted to put inside of her.
Poppy spread wider, and wider, taking me all in. As her slit engulfed me all the way down to the balls, she made a strange little urk noise and began to drool. Her walls quivered around me, dripping with juice, and I began to laugh.
“Holy shit, Poppy, did you just cum?” Her weak little nod let me know I’d hit the spot. “I haven’t even started fucking you yet?”
“Sooo… biiiig…” the pixie groaned, making a face of pleasure like nothing I’d ever seen before. Poppy looked down at the point where I entered her like she’d never seen such a beautiful image. “Haaaah I don’t know if I can take it, human! Fuck you’re stretching me out so much!”
“You’d better,” I grunted, the crown of my cock jerking against her cervix. I’d well and truly bottomed out inside of her—if I shot now, my cream would spurt directly into her womb. “I don’t know the meaning of the words ‘pull out’, Persephonia…”
“Let me… try…” Poppy’s knees rested on my thighs as she pulled herself into a cowgirl position. For a pixie of Poppy’s size, it looked less like riding a horse than wrapping her body around an iron girder. I could literally see my dick bulging inside of her. The image made me even harder.
“I need more,” I growled, my hands on her hips. I thrusted up into her, and Poppy screamed with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, just like that!” she sobbed, tears rolling down the pixie’s cheeks. “Unf, I can take it! I told you I like rough sex, Master! I’m gonna take every inch of that dick deep in my little fairy pussy!”
In short order, Poppy proved herself as good as her boast. The lithe pixie bounced up and down on my prick, her walls wrapped so tight around my shaft it was unreal. I grabbed her hair for more leverage, holding her tight against me as she rode me for all she was worth. Before long I felt the muscles of her sex contracting, growing even tighter as a second orgasm approached.
No fair, I thought with a smirk. I haven’t even had one yet. Time to even the score…
As Poppy approached her peak, I suddenly grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off her feet. The pixie squealed as she was transformed into a living Fleshlight, held aloft by my tentacles and arms as I thrust harder and harder into her channel. Some of those tendrils wrapped around the steering wheel to brace her, and had the additional effect of bouncing her ample tits off the dashboard as we fucked.
“Godfrey!” I roared, watching myself bottom out inside the pixie again and again. “Play us some music to fuck to!”
A deep bass thrum vibrated the whole Humvee. The beat went off like a bomb, some vocal that was good and nasty soaring over top of it but I couldn’t make out any of the words. It was all about the bass, the rattle and hum as I pounded Poppy’s brains out.
“I’m gonna cum again!” the pixie howled, struggling in my grip. “Oh fuck, Master, please—!”
“Come for me,” I commanded, burying my cock as deep as I could inside of her and holding it there. “Come all over that cock, Persephonia—your Master commands you to come…”
Poppy’s second orgasm nearly broke the windshield. The pixie flailed in all directions at once as pleasure infiltrated her, her head slamming into the glass as her legs kicked out madly. I could tell she wanted to wrap those legs around me as
she came, to coax my thick prick even deeper inside of her—but I held out. I liked feeling like she was a piece of property, a toy for me to empty my load into.
Speaking of which…
I kept pumping as juice trickled down Poppy’s thighs. She looked barely capable of rational thought at this point—her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, and her eyes rolled in their sockets. In that moment there was no suggestion I could make, no matter how filthy or depraved, that she’d say no to.
I had her ride me, I thought, ticking through positions on my fingers, then I held her up and used her like a pocket pussy. Guess all that’s left is for me to be in control—
I grinned. For my final act, I intended to fuck Poppy into the ground.
My tentacles moved quicker than conscious thought. In an instant the delicate flower of the pixie’s body was shuffled to the side, breaking contact with the dashboard entirely. I rose to my knees as the tendrils shifted Poppy in mid-air, tipping her upside down so that her shoulder blades rested against the floor of the passenger carriage and her legs stuck straight upward.
I leaned over, then positioned my cock downward as the glistening head pushed into Poppy’s folds. Her mouth opened wide as she watched me piledrive into her, inch by glorious inch.
“Oh my gawwwwd,” the pixie groaned, her legs wrapping around my hips as best as she was able. “Yes, Luke, fuck me just like that! Oh fuck, I’m gonna scream!”
She did. Every thrust of my cock felt like pushing a piston into the tightest, most perfectly engineered channel imaginable. Only the lubricant of mine and Poppy’s juices made it possible—two orgasms had left her pussy so tight that I had to push extra hard to bury myself hilt-deep inside of her. I grunted with the effort, and was rewarded with screams of pleasure so pretty I wanted to record them to listen to later.
Both Poppy and I rapidly drove toward our peaks. There was no question of her coming first this time around. She’d gotten off twice now, and I hadn’t even shot my first load into her tight pixie pussy—but what I had coming was going to wash her pleasure away.
Both of us locked in, Poppy hanging on for dear life as I did my level best to fuck her right through the floor of the Humvee. The cab shook with the violence of my thrusts, knocking the pixie every which way. I expected her to beg for me to stop, but she liked it—her groans reached a fever pitch every time the intensity of pleasure of being filled by my cock was shot through with pain. She really does like it rough, I thought with a grin. I’m glad she wasn’t just posing. I fucking hate it when girls talk about how hard they want to get fucked in bed, then get all squeamish when you start doing what they want…
No danger of that with Poppy. The pixie’s cries mingled with my own as we both reached the peak, the pleasure hitting us both in a wave that was utterly unbearable.
“I’ve never been so in love,” Poppy groaned, her long tongue nearly touching the leather seat as she watched herself get fucked right into the carpet. “Oh, you know just how to treat me, Master! Fuck, I’m going to love being owned by you so much!”
There was no moment of hesitation, no instant before the threshold where Poppy or I asked ourselves if we truly wanted this. There was just her, and me, and the raw primal pleasure coursing through our bodies as we fucked hard enough to shake the Humvee…
I roared with bliss as I shot, the bulge between Poppy’s legs jerking as I erupted inside of her. There was no hope of even containing half of my load inside of that tight, wet little slit—my cock might have just barely fit inside of her, but the volume of my semen was far too much for her tight pixie pussy to handle. It flooded out of her, coating her thighs as she wrapped her legs around me and hit her own climax.
“Yes, yes unnnngh yes! I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m fucking cumming!”
I buried myself as deep as I could inside of Poppy as she shattered beneath me. Her third and final orgasm made her inner channel so tight that I could only thrust halfway into her—her walls gripped me like a finger trap, unwilling to ever let me go. The space allowed me to keep shooting, the last few jets of cream dribbling from my cock right into her waiting, spasming womb.
Poppy’s wings didn’t change color, or if they did, I couldn’t tell. They were too wispy, too see-through for that. No horns or new tail sprouted from her tiny, curvy body either—apparently the Fae didn’t go in for that. She was just mine—bound to me as tightly as any one of my demon or angel harem girls.
Just like Lucifer said, I realized as post-nut clarity filled me. The Infernal Realm, the Celestial Realm, and the Fae Realm. Is Poppy my pathway to reaching the third apex of my power?
I didn’t have much time to think about it.
I’d barely finished fixing my zipper when the door of the Humvee slammed open, Poppy’s hair disappearing around the front. A tentacle shot from my shoulder, but afterglow had made it sluggish—it gripped the door handle a half-second too late to stop her.
“Hey!” I called after the pixie. “Come back! What are you playing at?”
Still giggling, Poppy turned around, squeezing her thighs together. A thin trail of my seed trickled down her leg, testament to either how much I shot or the tightness of her incredible pixie pussy.
“Relax,” my newest harem member told me, though I was pretty damned relaxed already. “I’m not running. I couldn’t run from you if I wanted to, Luke. Even knowing your real name doesn’t help me now.”
“So what the hell are you doing?” I wanted to know.
“You wanted to go to the Castle of Days,” Poppy said with a shrug. Without ceremony, she squatted in the dirt in front of the Humvee, tracing arcane symbols on the ground. “This is how we make it happen.”
I understood. Siobhan’s words from earlier echoed in my head—that the Castle wasn’t so much a physical location as a mobile phenomenon, something that belonged to all Realms and none at the same time. “A ritual?”
“Easy enough to do.” Poppy winked at me over her shoulder, then reached between her legs. Her fingers came back coated with my seed, which she smeared into the design she’d been tracing with her fingers. “Blood is the usual channel to open a path to the Castle of Days, but since you just pumped me full of all that wonderful cream, I figured I’d use a bit of it to shape our way…”
I shook my head, laughing. “You’re crazy,” I growled, watching her go. “I like you.”
“You’d better.” Poppy wiggled her curvy ass back and forth as she finished the drawing. “You’re stuck with me, Luke. One pint-size pixie. I’m going to need a good, hard fucking every now and then to keep me in line.”
My seed sank into the dirt. As it did, the symbol began to glow, and a shimmering portal tore the air in two a dozen feet ahead of the Humvee. Poppy came running back and climbed into the passenger seat, slapping the door as my tentacle pulled it closed.
“Let’s roll!” The blonde cackled madly, high on life and the aftershocks of being fucked by a human twice her size. “Next stop, the Castle of Days!”
Godfrey roared forward, sending our Humvee through the portal. In a flash, we left the Fae Realm behind—and entered the strangest phase of my journey.
By the time I left the Castle of Days, I’d be a changed man.
Chapter 13
Godfrey lurched once as we shot through the portal, then slammed on the brakes as we came out the other side. Neither Poppy or I had been wearing our seatbelts. As I shot forward from my seat, tentacles erupted from my shoulders to brace me against the cabin, moving on pure instinct. One shot out and wrapped around Poppy’s ankle, halting her inches before her pretty face would have smashed into the windshield.
Both of us fell silent. Our Humvee sat in the vestibule of a high-ceilinged castle. Tapestries covered the walls, a thick crimson carpet stretched across the bare rock floor. Narrow slits in the sides of the walls functioned as windows—beyond them, stars glittered in the firmament. The view didn’t fool me. Everything about this place felt different from any Realm I’d visited th
us far—we’d truly stepped into another world.
“When I told you to take me to the Castle, I didn’t mean inside the castle,” I said, peering through the windshield. A big marble staircase dominated the chamber, with carved gargoyles sitting atop the banisters like sentinels. This place looked like Count Dracula’s summer mansion—or maybe a vacation home for Lucifer himself. One glance around the place and I got major Castlevania vibes.
“There isn’t really an outside to speak of,” Poppy murmured. Even though she’d been here before, the look of the place clearly inspired fear and awe in the tiny pixie as well. “In fact, this isn’t even what it looked like the last time I was here.”
“It isn’t?” I popped open the driver’s side door and stuck my head through. The place smelled cool and damp, though more than a little stale. Like no one had come to visit in a really long time. “What did it look like, then?”
“A more conventional prison.” Unlike me, Poppy made no move to get out of the Humvee. “The Castle of Days is different things to different people—it’s what makes it such an effective means of containment. For some prisoners, this place undoubtedly feels like Heaven. For others, it’s Hell.”
“Well, I happen to have visited both,” I told the pixie. “And this place doesn’t feel like either of them. It feels old, yeah—but not particularly threatening…”
I took a step out of the car, only for my heel to sink into the floor. What had appeared to be a solid, plush carpet gave sickeningly beneath my foot. “What the fuck!?” I roared, thrown off-balance.
“Archlord? Archlord!” Poppy crawled into the driver’s seat, reaching her stubby hands out to me. “Shit, it’s happening even faster than I was afraid of!”
“What’s happening?” I demanded, twisting as I tried to right myself. I managed to grab the door of the Humvee and use it to keep myself from sinking further. The carpet gripped my foot, then my ankle, tugging it like a desperate fist. “What the fuck is this?”