by Dante King
“My King, before the Fae take to battle, there is a… custom we have. Something of a good luck charm on the eve of combat, a way for those of us about to die to remember what truly makes life worth living.” Her hands traveled up and down her thighs, a hungry gaze entering her eyes.
Knowing looks traveled through the audience.
“I think I have some idea what that could be,” I told her.
Siobhan nodded. “Among the Fae, it’s known as L’Heure Morte—the Hour of Death. We pile on as much of the ‘little death’ as possible, so that the Reaper will spare us when our turn comes on the battlefield.” Now the Seelie Queen’s gaze had turned outright predatory. “I would remind you, my King, that our alliance remains as yet unconsummated…”
With that, Siobhan guided my hands to her ass. The leathers covering her juicy cheeks were thin enough that every contour lay bare before me—and it was as easy as blinking to tell she wasn’t wearing a stitch of underwear beneath.
No panties before battle, I supposed.
Or Siobhan was readying herself for an altogether different form of exertion.
“You, me, my tent,” Siobhan panted, lifting one leg to straddle my thighs. She twisted like a dancer, grinding her pussy against me as she lifted herself into my arms. “I yearn to please you, my King. It is my dearest hope that you fill me with your heirs before taking your place on the battlefield…”
Oh yeah. I could most definitely do that.
Except something about this felt just a bit off.
Not wrong, exactly, not like a trap or anything like that. Just a little bit askew, like a painting hanging slightly off-center in an otherwise richly furnished room. Something not quite perfect.
It only took a moment’s thought to realize what it was. I’d been allowing Siobhan to lead me, rather than taking control of the situation. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.
“I would be happy to consummate our love, my Queen,” I growled, sliding a hand between her thighs. Fuck, Siobhan was so turned on—her hips pumped madly against my fingers, the heat and wetness of her pussy palpable even through her skintight armor. “But if I may be so bold as to break with tradition, I see a problem with your Fae ritual.”
Surprise broke through Siobhan’s lust. Her eyes widened, the pupils expanding as her brows furrowed together. “Whatever my King commands, of course. What is the issue?”
I glanced past the Seelie Queen, nodding at my gathered harem. “I have many women,” I explained. “All of whom, like you, will be accompanying me into battle. It wouldn’t be fair to bless our union while leaving their fates to the whims of chance, now would it, darling?”
Siobhan jerked in my arms, tilting around to take in the sight of my girls. I could practically see her counting on mental fingers—and saw her eyes go big as saucers as she realized just how many women I planned on bringing to our ‘Hour of Death.’
“M-my King,” Siobhan stammered, more than a little intimidated. “I don’t know if my tent will house your entire harem…”
Of all my girls, it was Maddie who rose to the occasion first. “Oh, that’s alright,” the angel purred, wrapping a hand around my waist while Siobhan continued to mindlessly hump me. “We stack very easily, Siobhan. Luke’s harem girls can fit very close together.”
“You couldn’t even get a playing card between us,” Christina added, giggling with wicked glee.
Siobhan stared at the harem with her mouth open, then turned back to me. Dropping her voice, she whispered, “I don’t have a choice in this, do I?”
In response, I gave her a smack on the behind. Her armor blunted the blow just a bit, but she still jumped—and thrust her groin against me even harder.
“You’ll love it,” I told her, stroking her long red hair. “Once you’ve been bound to me, you’ll stop seeing them as competition. They’re more like… soulmates.”
“Besties,” Raquelle said with a lopsided smile. “These girls used to piss me off so much, showing off their tits and pussies for Luke all the time. But now, I just do it, too!”
“It’s sooo much fun,” Poppy giggled, reaching up to rub Siobhan’s inner thighs. “Give in to Luke, my Queen. Trust us, it’s bliss…”
Siobhan nibbled her bottom lip as something inside of her bent. She’d been such a willful, powerful woman before she met me that it was a struggle to get her to accept the submissive slut within. She’d commanded this army, for fuck’s sake, and now she was handing it over to me. All her prestige. All her power. All her glory.
Fuck, why did that make me so hard?
“Don’t make me speak your true name again,” I growled against Siobhan’s neck. “You wanted a party, my Queen? You got one. A ritual that’ll give us all the good luck we need—and then some.”
With that, I tossed Siobhan over my shoulder like a caveman.
Even having formally transferred control of her army over to me, there were gasps of disbelief at me treating the leader of the Seelie Fae so callously.
It didn’t help that having her over my shoulder put her luscious ass at the perfect position to spank—or that I gave into the temptation almost immediately. If I hadn’t just shown the extent of my power with Lucifer’s pitchfork, and hadn't demonstrated my almost casual control over the forces of life and death, someone might have tried to stop me from carrying Siobhan away.
Better that no one thought to try. I’d have had to kill the poor Good Samaritan, and I needed every soldier I had.
“Come on, girls,” I grunted, making my way toward Siobhan’s tent with the Seelie in my grip. “Grab a few bottles of something strong. All you out here can do whatever you want, but I’m going to be making your Gods plenty happy. Listen out for the screams!”
By the time we made it to the tent, my harem had the air of a bachelorette party that had gotten way, way out of control. Christina and Mareth were both half-naked, having torn off each other/s tops and starting in on their skirts. Every girl seemed to have at least one bottle of alcohol on them, and they weren’t shy about spraying it everywhere: all over each other’s bodies, into their mouths, from between their legs like they were miming my cumshot. I’d seen my girls wild before, yes, and I’d seen them drunk. This felt like something else different entirely.
Maybe there is a ritual, I thought as I ducked beneath the canvas flap of Siobhan’s tent, the woman herself in tow. L’Heure Morte. Well, you would have to say it in French, wouldn’t you…
Siobhan’s quarters were far less spartan than they’d appeared the first time I held council with her.
Rather than the large war-table in the center of the room, the servants had packed everything up and moved several beds into the high-vaulted space, pushing them together to form a mattress that combined was even larger than king-sized.
The bottles my girls had brought with them proved to be just the beginning—whoever had planned this ritual had left plenty of party favors by the bed. Food, drink, and various implements hung within arm’s length: some benign, like the blindfold wrapped around the big corner post of the leftmost bed, and some positively wicked.
The long leather whip laying across one of the pillows caught my eye, and I picked it up almost as quickly as I discarded my pitchfork.
“I had something like this in my subspace,” I said, remembering the angel’s makeshift BDSM chamber in my mind’s eye. “Christina and Mareth—you were practicing on each other, right?”
Both women stepped forward from the pack, bottles in their hands. Foam covered Christina’s bare breasts, bubbling down to her taut little tummy and the valley beneath it. Only a small fringe of metallic armor covered Christina’s greatest treasure—and I knew that at my command, she’d leave herself bare and unprotected within a heartbeat.
I sized both girls up. “You’ve had your fun,” I said to Mareth with a little chuckle. “Here, take this.” I handed the whip to Christina, savoring the look of mischievous naughtiness that stole over my college crush.
“You w
ant me to beat her little red ass?” Christina asked, clearly savoring the idea. “Leave bruises on her cute succubutt?”
“Absolutely,” I growled, hopping onto the bed. The mattresses were sinfully thick and plush, so comfortable that I nearly sank right into them. I scooted back and leaned against the headboard, pulling a handful of grapes and a bottle of wine off a nearby table. “I want to watch. Do it for my pleasure, girls.”
They eagerly bent to the task. Mareth leaned over the side of the bed, hiking her schoolgirl skirt over her bare, crimson ass. Beneath it her bare mound glistened, the alcohol and the atmosphere combining to form a kind of magic a succubus like her couldn’t help but absorb.
“Yeah, whip me,” Mareth begged, wiggling her ass back and forth. Her tail slapped at her round cheeks, as if to say she’d do it herself if Christina weren’t able. “I ran off like a disobedient little bitch! Punish me, punish me right in front of Master—”
Thwap! Christina brought the whip down on Mareth’s posterior.
The succubus screamed in mingled pain and bliss, arching her back and flapping her short wings as her thighs clenched together. Juice dripped down her legs, the feral smell of horny demon pussy filling the tent.
“Again!” I commanded. I was starting to enjoy this.
So was Christina.
“Little slut!” the blonde growled, rubbing the handle of the whip between her own thighs before delivering another salvo of stinging slaps across the succubus’s juicy rear. “That’s right, moan louder for Master! Fuck, it’s getting hot in here! I love making you hurt, Mareth! Almost as much as I love making you cum!”
Christina was right—it was getting hot in the tent. Even hotter than having this many bodies under one roof should have warmed the space. Again, I wondered if there wasn’t some real magic behind this Fae ritual Siobhan talked about so much.
I decided it was time to get the Fae Queen involved. “Come here,” I grunted, pointing at Maddie, then Eiko, then Siobhan. “Take off your clothes and then come here and take mine off. It’s too fucking hot for them. And I shouldn’t have to be handling this food and drink by myself…”
This was a harem, right? Then why the hell didn’t the girls act like one? I was in charge—Hell, I was the damned King of the Fae. I deserved a little R&R—with some T&A to match.
Maddie and Eiko shared a sly little look, then reached for their clothes.
Eiko managed to get hers off first—it was merely a matter of undoing the catch in the back of her silvery robes. They slid down her smooth skin, leaving her as naked as the day I’d walked in on her meditating in her suite.
Maddie followed suit, blushing slightly as she tugged her panties down her thighs. No matter how many crazy, eldritch vistas the two of us traveled through together, there was still something of the suburban waitress about my angelic girlfriend. She’d managed to hold onto a part of her soul—which was why she’d been worthy of attending the Celestial Academy. The first time I’d had sex with her was like boning my childhood sweetheart—almost wholesome at the same time it was incredibly pleasurable.
Naked as the day they were born, both women climbed into bed with me.
Their cool fingers tugged off my robes, exposing a muscular body covered in sweat from the heat of the tent. Maddie took the bottle of wine and poured a glass, then lifted it to my lips, beaming like a 1950’s housewife. As she did, Eiko grabbed the grapes and stood by, ready to feed me.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” Maddie purred as I sipped the sweet nectar. “It’s so what you deserve, Luke. Just lie back and let us all take care of you. Let your harem treat you like the King you are…”
It’s good to be the King, I thought, turning my head to munch on some grapes.
Both Maddie and Eiko let their free hands roam over my naked body while they refreshed me, and soon I was hard as a fucking rock.
It was time to bring the third girl I’d indicated into the fun.
“Siobhan,” I growled. I had to raise my voice over the sound of Mareth’s moans—Christina was really doing a number on the succubus. If it weren’t for her healing ability, she might have been taken out of the battle to come. “My Queen.”
The word Queen sounded so much like Whore when I said it that way. Siobhan shuddered.
“Yes, my King?”
Maddie stroked my cock like a good girl while Eiko massaged my balls. The wineglass was lifted to my lips, more of the juice swallowed. It burned faintly on the way down, making my head swim in a most wonderful way.
“Take off your clothes,” I commanded, groaning at the wonderful things Maddie’s fingers did to me. “I want to see you. I want to know what a Goddess of the Fae brings to the table…”
The implication was clear.
Siobhan wasn’t a goddess—but in my stable, she may as well have been. Power and pleasure beyond human reckoning were hers to command, as long as she submitted to me.
Siobhan’s hesitance began to melt as she unlaced her leather armor. Maybe it was the fact that nothing could withstand melting in the heat of the tent, or maybe it was the cooing and whimpering of my harem girls. Either way, something broke inside of the once-proud Fae.
She discarded her dignity along with her clothes. By the time Siobhan was topless, her flawless tits on display like an underwear model between clothing changes, she was swaying in time with invisible music. Her hips moved seductively, as if letting me know the things she could do once she was on top of me or being mounted from behind.
Maddie’s hand worked faster around my cock. A fat bead of precum dribbled from the tip, coating her fingers and making everything slick.
Next to me, Eiko began to rub her pussy, her tails twitching with pleasure as she fed herself a few grapes in between offering me bites.
Siobhan took a hesitant step toward me, then another. It seemed as if she were moving through a mist, as if the air inside the tent were so hot it shimmered like a desert mirage. Her eyes remained fixed on my cock, watching Maddie’s hand pump up and down as if she wanted to shove it aside and mount me right then and there. I would’ve gladly let her—I could see her pussy was freshly shaved, the inner folds glistening and pink. She’d said she wanted to get knocked up before the battle, and my balls felt swollen to bursting.
As Siobhan put her knee on the edge of the bed, two figures fell to theirs on either side of her. “Don’t forget us, Master!” they chorused.
I glanced back and forth, confused. Poppy and Raquelle knelt with their heads low, waiting for my command. The angel’s black and white wings lay folded around her otherwise naked body, while Poppy wore nothing but a glittery silver G-string that cupped her bare mound like a piece of dental floss.
I’d half-expected to turn my head at some point and see both girls making out, or cheering me on. Instead, they’d decided to take the initiative.
“Forget you?” I asked, my grin tight with pleasure.
Eiko’s breasts pushed against my shoulder as the dark-haired instructor hooked a leg over mine, then pushed her pussy against my thigh to let me feel her rubbing herself. Hot little gasps spilled from her lips as she turned her masturbation into an offering, getting me even hotter than Hell.
“You gave everyone things to do,” Poppy said, sounding hurt. “Except us.”
“We could fuck, if you want,” Raquelle said, lifting her head with one of those toothy, knowing grins. “But we’d rather serve you more directly, if you get my drift.”
I looked from the two women to the Queen they flanked, devouring Siobhan’s curves with my eyes. Suddenly I got an idea.
“You’re wrong,” I told them both, leaning back with a cruel smirk. “I haven’t forgotten either of you. There’s something very important I need you to do.”
The pair literally hung off my every word. “Yes, Master?”
With a start, I realized I could actually feel Raquelle and Poppy’s arousal, their need to obey.
Again, I wondered if I hadn’t somehow made myself psych
ic with my own harem. I needed to ask Lucifer about it sometime—assuming he didn’t try to kill me for fucking his ex-wife.
I tucked that thought out of my head and went back to business. “Queen Siobhan is inexperienced in the ways of a harem,” I explained, gesturing for the pair to join the redhead on the bed. “As a member of Fae Royalty, she’s entitled to attendants—and you two would make perfect servants for Her Royal Highness.”
As I locked eyes with Poppy, then Raquelle, I tried something new. Rather than passively experiencing the bond between us, I reached out and took it. I pushed a set of suggestions into their heads—that was the only way I could explain it. It felt like flexing a muscle I’d never known I had.
I could tell my message struck home. Both girls’s eyes flickered with sudden recognition, though neither of them looked like they realized where their inspiration had come from. That was fine with me.
I can give my harem suggestions without them even realizing it, I thought, feeling like a mischievous teenager again. Like, I could lean over and think to Maddie that she should be squeezing my balls with her other hand while she jerks me off…
I did just that. Without breaking stride, Maddie set her wineglass to the side and wrapped her free hand around my balls, squeezing gently as her fingers stroked up and down my shaft.
Holy shit, I thought, my heart skipping a beat. It worked. It really worked.
“Fuck, your balls are so full,” Maddie purred, running her palm and thumb over the sensitive flesh. From the look on her face, I could tell she thought doing that was her idea. “You’re going to shoot so much into Siobhan, aren’t you, baby? Are you going to get her pregnant?”
“Knock her up!” Christina growled from the other side of the room, the light glinting on her nipple piercings as she raked her whip across Mareth’s bare backside. “Fucking breed that little skank!”
“Attendants,” I said, a wicked smile spreading across my face. “I think your Queen needs a little help—don’t you?”