Maximilian obliged her, and she felt the rough-soft scratch of his beard on her face. His tongue slipped between her lips, and his taste was different from the faery males’ taste. He tasted like ale and rosemary, and she could not get enough. “I want to touch you,” she murmured when he at last released her lips.
Maximilian winked broadly at her. “No, princess. Not yet.” He thrust upward into her ass yet again, and he brought his hand down in a stinging slap on her right buttock.
Her orgasmic scream was inarticulate, and her still-bound hands strained at their bonds. “Maximilian!” She was panting. She was accustomed to double penetration, but she had never felt anything of this girth. She pushed back against him again. “More, more!”
Maximilian nodded at the faery male. “You heard the princess. Fuck her harder!”
The faery grasped Alaren’s waist, and Maximilian clutched her breasts. They pumped simultaneously, and Alaren shattered around the cocks inside her. She leaned back against Maximilian, and she strained for another kiss.
Maximilian gave it to her again, and she tried to caress his abdomen with her bound hands.
“Naughty princess. I said no touching yet.” Maximilian’s hand came slapping on her left buttock this time, and she drenched the two sets of balls beneath her.
“You like that, don’t you, princess?” Maximilian’s rough hands now slid down to clutch at her buttocks. “You’re a naughty one, and you definitely need a serious spanking.”
“No – yes – fuck me!” Alaren knew that somehow Maximilian had understood her, somehow read her, that he could understand her desires – and he could grant them, as the faery males never could. They were sufficient; they had long penises and the poppy-induced stamina to fuck all night long. But they did not have Maximilian’s wild, rough-and-ready ways; they did not have his massive cock; they did not have his saucy wit; they did not have his sparkling green eyes; they did not have his shockingly soft lips in the midst of his beard.
Suddenly her hands were freed. She tried to look behind her, and she caught a glimpse of Maximilian returning a blade to his boot. Alaren reached back and locked her hands behind Maximilian’s head. His hair was coarse and thick, and she twined her fingers through it. Maximilian moaned her in her ear. He pumped forward, and the faery male joined in. The rhythm was divine; it was perfect; it was Maximilian’s. She pressed downward as much as her swing would allow, and Maximilian’s heavy hands on her breasts pulled downward, too.
She caught her breath, and then she exploded again. Stars and white fire, a breaking of herself such as she had never known. She could not breathe, could not speak, could not see. She was gasping for breath, and then some silver glinted somewhere. Her body collapsed, and she was empty. The faery male was nowhere, and Maximilian’s cock had left her. She was empty and falling.
Then she was caught. She was held. Strong arms were clasped around her, and the scent of rosemary and ale filled her nostrils.
“Easy, princess.” Maximilian held her against his chest, and the swift beating of his heart beneath her cheek was pleasant. “You’ve never been with a real man before then?”
“You – you’re the first.” Alaren leaned up and kissed his mouth. “You’re magnificent.”
“And I’ve not done with you yet.” In a movement so swift that Alaren could not see how he accomplished it, Maximilian flipped her over, turning her over his knee. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her belly, and the sensation was arousing. She saw where his trousers were bunched around his ankles, and she caught the glint of his silver knife in his boot. Then his hand came down slapping on her rounded ass. “You’re quite the naughty one, and I must say I enjoy being the one to discipline you.”
Alaren squealed with the purest pleasure. She had experienced the crop of Perdita; she had tasted the sting of the faeries’ lash; but she had never before known such a sweet sting, such a gloriously intoxicating pain.
“Now that sounds like you’re enjoying yourself, too.”
Alaren squirmed, and the scent of the oils in the room was thick, but over it all she could detect ale and rosemary. “I’ll be good now.”
“Well, we’ll see.” Maximilian laughed aloud, and suddenly Alaren found herself sitting upright on his lap, face to face with him. “I doubt you’re capable of behaving yourself for very long.” A small vase of water rested on the table beside the bed where Maximilian sat, and she grabbed it, pouring the water over his red shaft.
“I didn’t say I’d behave. I said I’d be good.” And Alaren slipped down onto his waiting cock. It felt as huge in her pussy as it had in her ass, and she shuddered. She leaned forward, kissing his lips. He was not sweet, but spicy, a tang that she had never known or realized she needed until now. And now she knew she had been waiting for it all her life.
“Good, eh?”
Alaren began to slide up and down on the hard shaft that stretched and filled her. She felt heat begin to blossom out of her pussy. She clasped her hands behind Maximilian’s neck, pressing his face into her breasts. Maximilian took one nipple into his mouth, and Alaren gasped. He used his teeth, and the scrape against her pebble-hard nub brought a fresh wave from her clenching pussy. She continued to buck against him, and the rubbing of his nest of pubic hair against her throbbing clitoris sent another burst of fire all the way up to her tongue.
“More than good.” Maximilian’s low growl rippled in Alaren’s ears. “Fucking brilliant.” He transferred his attentions to her other nipple, and the roughness of his tongue sent a dart of pleasure through her whole body.
“Maximilian!” Alaren’s voice shocked her with its raggedness. She had cried out, screamed, and wailed more on this night than on all the others put together. “Give me your pleasure!”
Maximilian’s shuddering groan accompanied the thick, pulsing jets of cum that filled her, and she kissed his lips, tasting him again.
“You’re a sweet little one.” Maximilian slapped her ass once more. “But you’re not a princess.”
“You’re wrong there,” said Alaren, laughing. She kissed his forehead, too, then pushed back the sweat-soaked curls that clung to his brow. “I am a princess, just not one of those princesses.”
Maximilian lay back on the bed, and he pulled her down to lie beside him. Only then did Alaren notice the faery male, still hard, staring at them, stroking his stiff member. She giggled.
“You’re one of them.” Maximilian nodded toward the faery. “You’re like them, soft, smooth, dark and lovely.”
“I was born their princess,” said Alaren. She twined her fingers into Maximilian’s hair again. It felt so good, so wiry and hard, like the man himself. “But we—”
“We who? The faeries?”
“Yes.” Alaren kissed Maximilian’s nose. “They switched me with Perdita as babes.”
“I took her for their sister as soon as I saw her with them. You’re a changeling.” Maximilian slid his hands up her flanks, and Alaren felt her pussy begin to grow damp again. “So what is happening here?”
Alaren gestured to the faery male. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Well, to a point.” Maximilian’s laugh was almost as arousing as his touch. “I can tell that you’re here to … have fun, but why? What started this? Who?”
“I did.” Alaren dropped her eyes, but Maximilian rolled onto his side and looked her in the face.
“Why?” His voice was honey-mead in her ears.
“When I reached the age of faery ascension, I had to go back. I had to come home.”
“Do you have to stay?” asked Maximilian. “And why didn’t they switch you and Perdita back? That’s what they usually do, right?”
“How do you know so much about the faeries?” asked Alaren. “You’re not one.”
“No, but I ran afoul of one or two in Delphiny.” Maximilian’s hands slid down to cup her ass. “I must say that my encounter with them was not as amiable as this one.”
“Good!” Alaren did not want faeri
e competition for Maximilian, and the realization shocked her. She did not want Maximilian to leave.
“But what about Perdita?” Maximilian laughed. “Or am I going to have to spank you again to get you to talk?”
“Perdita should have been switched with me just before I reached womanhood, but she did not want to leave. She took over here, as you can see.”
“Oh I can see all right.”
Maximilian’s tone told Alaren that, somehow, he saw more of Perdita than Alaren did. “Anyway, the switch was not made, and now it is too late. Perdita cannot leave.”
“But you can’t stay away?”
“No, I have to come back every night to spend some time beneath the faery moon. But Perdita, though she can’t keep me out, won’t let me stay. She is the one who learned the faery magic from my real parents, and she is the one who cast the spells on the castle, even though she is a human.”
“So you’ve been coming here since you became a woman.” Maximilian leaned forward and nibbled at her breast. “And your sisters?”
“They saw me, and they followed me. I didn’t have the heart to send them away at first, and now Perdita requires their presence. They’re dreading the day when our – their – father marries them each off to some rich and scabby old king.”
“And what about you?” Maximilian’s skillful lips moved up to Alaren’s throat, and he kissed the pulse point there. “What do you dread?”
“The day you walk out of the castle.” The words were out before Alaren could stop them.
“Ah, but who says I’m leaving?” Maximilian rolled over on top of her, nudging her thighs open with his knees. “I’ve solved the mystery. I get to marry the princess.”
“Which princess?” asked Alaren, running her hands up his chest, under the loose tunic he still wore. Her fingers caught in the hair there, and she sighed.
“My princess.” Maximilian’s cock teased her suddenly wet pussy. “You.”
“But I’m a naughty princess.” Alaren pulled her legs up and rested them on Maximilian’s shoulders. Suddenly the faery male was back. Alaren had forgotten that he was still there, but she did not mind when, as Maximilian began to pound into her once more, the faery male put his cock in her mouth.
“Poor bastard didn’t get to come.” Maximilian grunted as he pumped into Alaren.
Alaren pulled off long enough to speak. “They never do. They’re too high to come.”
“Poor bastards.” Maximilian again seemed to mean more by his words than Alaren knew, but she could not care, not then, not as his hard rod rammed into her, not as she sucked on the luscious smoothness of a faery shaft.
“You look gorgeous when you suck cock.” Maximilian jerked her away from the faery. “But it’s time for some more of that sweet little ass of yours.” He flipped her face down onto the bed, and Alaren lifted her ass, waiting for his invasion.
It did not come.
Instead, Perdita’s voice cut through the lilac and poppy scents.
“What have we here, sister?”
Alaren whipped back up to see Perdita standing in front of Maximilian, her riding crop at the ready.
“He’s my betrothed,” said Alaren, anxious both to save Maximilian from the crop and to warn Perdita, whose blonde and human loveliness made Alaren nervous, away from her man.
“He’s an outsider.” Perdita swung the crop at Maximilian’s buttocks, and the snap startled Alaren.
But Maximilian only laughed. “I’m no soft prince, my lady, and I’m not afraid of your toys.”
Alaren choked. Perdita had never known anyone like Maximilian. Alaren herself had not either, and the thought that Perdita might steal Maximilian as she had stolen Alaren’s place in the faery realm frightened her.
“You’ll learn to fear my ‘toys’, as you call them,” said Perdita. She waved her hand, and the little silvered stars that Alaren had learned to hate fluttered down from Perdita’s fingertips. “Now you will have to follow.”
Maximilian’s feet moved in obedience to Perdita’s command, but he glanced back at Alaren.
Don’t worry, he mouthed. I’ll come for you.
Alaren tried to rise, but the faery male came to stand before her, his eyes still glazed with poppy-haze, his stiff cock still in his hand.
“I’m leaving,” said Alaren. She fumbled about for her corset, and the memory of Maximilian ripping it from her body made her pussy ache with need. She struggled back into the corset as best she could with nearly a third of the hooks broken. Her silken panties were long lost, and she did not waste time searching for them. She had to find Maximilian before Perdita threw him in her dungeons – or her bed.
As Alaren started to leave, the faery male laid his hand on her arm. Though he did not speak, Alaren knew perfectly well what he meant. He was to service her tonight, so he did not dare leave her alone.
“Oh fine, you poor bastard,” said Alaren. “Come with me, then.”
Alaren knew where Lavinia’s room was most likely to be, and it was there that she went. If anyone could help her against Perdita, it would be the mischievous Lavinia.
When Alaren opened the door, she stared. Lavinia had not two but three faery males all trussed and roped. Two were lying on their sides, face to cock, giving each other fellatio, while the third knelt before Lavinia, sucking at her naked pussy.
“Why are you out of your room, sister?” asked Lavinia, pressing the faery’s face deeper.
“Because Perdita stole Maximilian from me, and I have to get him back.”
“So the soldier found us out?” Lavinia laughed. “Lucky for you, or else you’d have been pining after him forever.”
“I need your help to find him! You know Perdita’s magic.”
“It’s supposed to be your castle.” Lavinia pulled away from the faery. “But if you gave it to me, I would be glad to help you.”
“I don’t care whether you keep the castle or burn it down!” Alaren stamped her foot. “I don’t care if you fuck the whole lot of the faeries! I just want to get out of here – with Maximilian.”
“I don’t care about Maximilian.” Lavinia smiled and stepped out of the room, pulling on Alaren’s hand as she went. “But I’d be happy to see Perdita taken down a peg or three.”
“Good!” Alaren broke into a dead run, the image of Maximilian riding Perdita’s ass filling her with dread.
“You’re besotted, you know that?” Lavinia pounded after Alaren.
“They were going this way.” Alaren spoke between pants. “If you can keep the rest of the faeries away, I’m hoping I have enough magic left in me to overpower what she learned from my parents.”
“What about him?” Lavinia nodded toward Alaren’s faery lover, who was running with them.
“I’d forgotten him, but he doesn’t matter.”
Nothing mattered except getting to Maximilian before Perdita got her claws into him.
Chapter Five
Max followed Perdita from the room and down the torch-lit corridor. Her heels clicked on the marble with each long, sexy stride. The black costume held the tight muscles of her ass perfectly. Max traced the shape of her athletic thighs with his eyes, imagining what lay beneath the leather. Was she shaved? How wet was she from that cord sewn into the outfit? Max smiled to himself; he would soon find out. He was led to one of the bondage-domination rooms that he had passed earlier.
“Enter.” Perdita pointed, punctuating her command. Fae magic amplified her voice.
Max obeyed. A silver cage dominated half the room, and within it stood an X-shaped cross made of glass against the far wall. Leather straps attached to the cross hung down, open and waiting for their next inmate. In the middle of the cage stood stocks, with a place for the head and two wrists. It was low enough that whoever was placed in it would be bent over at just the right angle to get fucked hard from behind. There was also a wooden rack with padding across the top. Ropes lay in coils at its base. This was a chamber of bondage and humiliation – but the kind that
was, from what Max had already seen, consensual, a place where one was willingly dominated by another. It was not lost on Max the significance of Perdita’s choice of room.
“You shall stay here until I decide what to do with you,” Perdita said, her eyes full of haughty disdain.
Max nodded. “All right, enough of this.” He pulled his tunic off over his head, revealing not only his muscular, hairy chest but also the iron charm that he wore on his necklace chain.
Perdita gasped.
“Let’s stop playing games,” Max said, “or start, whichever way you want to look at it.” He gave her a wink.
Perdita’s mouth opened and closed in disbelief, and she held her riding crop out before her like a weapon, clearly unsure on how to proceed.
Max touched the charm. “It won’t harm you, since you’re human and all, but none of your faery magic will work on me. I followed you of my own accord. I’m not in the army anymore, see, so I don’t take kindly to being ordered about. Had enough of orders for three lifetimes.”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice held fear and anticipation mixed together. Her blue eyes grew wide as her gaze dropped down his chest and over his still visible cock, which began to grow again.
“I came to the faery realm to solve the mystery of the twelve dancing princesses, and I have.” Max took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. “I mean to have what’s been promised me.”
Perdita’s eyebrows shot up. “Nothing more?” Her lips turned up at one corner into a sly smile of practiced temptation.
She was not his type, but Max saw no reason to bring her down. He would, however, give her exactly what she wanted but could never have asked for. That was the kind of woman Perdita was – a woman who wanted to be conquered but was incapable of surrender. She would bore him, though, because he wanted a woman he did not have to fight. Besides, Alaren was of the complexion he would choose.
Max closed the distance between them, and though Perdita was near the door and could have fled, he pinned her down with the intensity of his stare alone. She stood frozen like stalked prey. Once he was right in front of her and the head of his cock brushed against her leather bodice, Perdita raised her hand and gave Max a stinging slap across the face. He had expected that, and he did not flinch. He had had worse.
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