Max stripped himself of his boots and leggings, and when the dagger clanged to the floor, Perdita backed away. But he was faster, and he snatched her by the wrist, pulling her in with his powerful grasp. He kissed her and, without looking, intercepted the other hand that was whistling through the air toward his face. He then pushed her back against the wall, and as he held her there with one hand, he reached down and picked up the blade. He meant her no violence of course, and he did not want to scare her, so he did not hesitate and allow her imagination to frighten her. He cut into the leather cups over her breasts and made circles, freeing her pink nipples. Perdita’s hard gaze softened as realization struck her. Again, that sly, smoldering smile returned.
Max flipped the dagger around in his hand and cut through the cord that ran across her pussy, and he did so without nicking her flesh. Perdita drew in a sharp breath and let it out just as quickly. Her eyes sparkled. Max bent down and took her nipple in his mouth, biting into the softness. They hardened at once. Perdita reached around with the crop and spanked Max’s ass, and in response, Max pinned her wrists to the wall, immobilizing her. He positioned both her arms above her head so that he could hold both wrists in one hand, and with his other hand he went to work on her clit. He licked his two middle fingers and pressed them into her pussy, parting her eager, hot, and wet lips. She moaned and thrust her pelvis forward.
As her breathing quickened, so did her gyrations, and she did not stop until she shuddered and let out a tooth-grinding whine. Wetness poured over Max’s hand, and Perdita’s eyes snapped open, fixing him with her displeasure. Her knee slammed into Max’s ribs.
“That’s fucking it.” Max picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her to the cross. As he strapped her in, Perdita’s expression was pure delight. She bit her lower lip and watched in fascination as Max tightened the buckles over her wrists and then her ankles.
“You’ve done this before,” she said.
Max nodded. “A time or two.” While he was down on his knees, he leaned forward and gave her clit one long lick. Perdita threw her head back and hummed her pleasure. That was all Max wanted; she was ready. He stepped away from her.
Perdita opened her eyes, and her bliss evaporated. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” He crossed his muscular arms over his bare chest.
“I can see that.” Perdita strained against the bonds. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to let the ones you’ve subjugated for so long have their way with you.”
She ceased her struggling. “All of them?”
“Yes.” Max could have taken her himself, but he figured it would be so much sweeter to have the faeries double- and triple-team her.
Upraised voices in the corridor caused Max to spin around. Into the bondage chamber ran Alaren, followed by Lavinia and the faery man who had doubled up on Alaren with Max. The faery was still erect and still chasing Alaren like a lost puppy.
Alaren’s mouth dropped open. “What’s this?” She looked from Max to Perdita and back to Max again, and the soldier saw the pain that filled her countenance.
“A re-ordering of things.” Max played it cool, not wanting to rouse even stronger feelings in Alaren. Without further explanation, he walked over to the faery and pressed the iron charm into his flesh. His dark skin crackled as the iron seared it, and the faery leaped away with a shout. His eyes cleared, and they glowed again just as Max had guessed they once did, like stardust.
“What have you done?” the faery asked, cradling his scorched forearm.
“Cleared the drugs from your system,” Max said. “You can perform as you want to now; you can come.” He felt so bad for the poor faery, unable to come after fucking for so long. Max pointed to where Perdita stood in bonds. “Take her as a man should and show her what she’s been missing.”
The faery gave only one quick nod. His jaw set, he strode over to Perdita. “Hello, mistress. It’s been a long time.”
Perdita shook her head, but when she spoke, desire tinged every word. “What are you going to do to me?”
Max laughed to himself. She had been in the wrong job for too long.
The faery did not respond. He undid her bonds and moved her to the stocks. Once her head and arms were locked into place, he mounted her from behind, driving his long, smooth cock into her pussy. Perdita howled, and the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh as the faery pounded into her again and again with such force and rapidity that Max thought he had not come for years. Always on the verge, always full of desire, but never able to release.
Perdita cried for more. She screamed for it faster and deeper, and the faery gave it to her. He cupped her breasts; he slapped her ass; he grabbed her buttocks. And he fucked. Deeper, harder, faster until his chest was a sheen of sweat. Droplets fell from his nose as he leaned forward to scrape his teeth across her shoulder. His cock was slick with her cum, and he grasped her by the waist, renewing his efforts. Like a machine that did not tire, the faery slammed into her repeatedly, turning her buttocks red with the pounding.
Just then, Max felt hands on his chest. Alaren stood behind him, and she had slipped her arms through his. She fondled his chest hair and tweaked his nipples. She whispered into his ear. “This was your plan all along?”
Max nodded but did not look back.
Alaren’s hand dropped to his cock, and she took its massive weight in her palm, closing her fingers around the hard shaft. “You were never compelled by Perdita?”
Max shook his head.
Alaren started with slow strokes, up and down his penis, while her other hand still pinched his nipple. “How did you know she wanted this?”
“I just knew.” Max had an instinct for these things. “Just like I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you.” He turned around and caught Alaren in his arms, crushing her to his chest and kissing her mouth. As he explored his lover’s mouth with his tongue, the faery man groaned. Max looked back to where the faery held tightly to Perdita’s hips and did not move. He was dumping his seed deep in her pussy, coming for the first time in who knew how long.
But Lavinia was gone.
“Where’d she go?”
“Who?” Alaren asked.
“Lavinia.”
But Lavinia herself answered Max’s question by returning with two more faeries. She pointed at Max. “Go to him.”
They came to Max, and Max questioned Lavinia with his eyes.
“Set them free,” Lavinia said.
Max did so, searing their skin with his iron charm. Their eyes cleared and regained their faery luster, and Lavinia walked over and picked up Perdita’s discarded and forgotten crop.
“All right, boys,” she said. “Get to work on my naughty sister there.” She slapped the faeries across the backs of their thighs, and they scurried over to where Perdita stood bent over, panting and sweat-covered. One took her top, the other her tail, and they skewered her with their cocks, fucking her face and pussy with gusto.
Max turned back to Alaren. “Lavinia?”
“I found her in her chamber abusing the three faeries assigned to her,” Alaren said. “I think this suits her.”
The liberated faery who had just come approached Alaren. “Your Highness.” He bowed to her, and Alaren’s look of total surprise told Max that she had never been acknowledged by her own kind before. “Perdita’s hold over has been broken. You can return home now.”
Alaren looked at Max, her eyes full of doubt. Max kissed her, running his calloused hand down her smooth cheek. He pressed his forehead to hers, closed his eyes, and said, “The choice is yours. I would not deny you your birthright.”
Alaren ran her fingers through Max’s hair and pressed his head against her breast. “But you have solved the mystery. You have only to claim your prize.”
“And be king?” Max looked up. He knew as well as she that that was incompatible with her being princess of the Fae. They could not be in both places at once. “I’ll go with you eit
her way. You are the only prize I want.”
But Alaren shook her head. “No, I will go with you.” And then she smiled a mischievous smile. “Besides, you’re so different here. If we stayed, every faerie girl in the realm would be lining up to fuck you.” She pulled him into a fierce kiss. “And as I think you already know, I can get quite jealous.”
“I like you when you’re jealous.” Max slapped her ass.
Alaren turned back to the faery. “We won’t be staying.”
“We’ll be staying a little longer.” Max took her by the hand and led her over to the cushioned, wooden rack. “I’m just dying to know how this thing works.”
Chapter Six
Alaren adjusted herself in the stern of the little boat. Maximilian was rowing, and the rippling of his muscles beneath his skin aroused her again. She could not find a position that did not irritate her well-spanked ass. She smiled.
“They really are rather annoying, aren’t they?” Maximilian nodded toward the other boats, the ones carrying the flower-twins.
“Well, you won’t have to put up with them much longer.” Alaren gave up trying to sit and moved to kneel near where Maximilian rowed. She ran her hand up along his thigh. “You know that we faeries are sex-fiends, right?”
“I’d gathered something of it.” Maximilian’s wink told her that he didn’t mind. “You have to go back still, right? Even if you’ve given up the throne to Lavinia?”
“Yes.” Alaren’s hand strayed to Maximilian’s crotch. “You don’t mind that either, do you?”
Maximilian shifted on his bench, opening his legs wider, allowing her hands free play of him. “Now why would I mind spending a bit of every night at Lavinia’s palace of pleasure?”
Alaren laughed out loud. Maximilian was perfect for her. Rough, wild, resourceful – and with stamina to make a faery envious. He would be a great king. “Now we just have to make sure my father will go along with it.”
“I’m not worried.” Maximilian’s cock was growing beneath her hands. “We’ve handled everything together so far, and I know we’ll handle this, too.”
Alaren laughed again when, three hours later, she and Maximilian stood before the old king, her supposed father.
“Your Highness,” said Maximilian. His bow was simple, but Alaren admired the curve of his ass as he bowed.
“So you’ve found out what’s wrong with my daughters?” The old king’s breath already smelled of wine, and it was only just after breakfast.
“Well, Your Highness, one of them wasn’t your daughter.” Maximilian smiled, and Alaren pressed his hand.
“Which one?” asked the king. Alaren squeezed Maximilian’s hand again, this time a sudden pressure to remind him not to roll his eyes.
“Princess Lavinia, your supposed youngest. She was a changeling, Your Highness, and she kept being pulled back into the faery realm every night. Her sisters would try to save her, to pull her back, and they would get pulled in themselves. They were forced to dance until dawn, and then the magic would release Princess Lavinia.”
The king leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Maximilian’s face. “How did you learn this?”
“I’ve had dealings with faeries before, in Delphiny.” Maximilian darted a glance at Alaren. “I know their tricks. Anyway, to save the other eleven, we had to leave Princess Lavinia in the faery realm. Your daughters won’t disappear anymore, but you won’t see her again, either.”
The king relaxed. “Well, one daughter lost out of twelve isn’t so bad, is it, Alaren?”
Alaren did roll her eyes. “But what about Maximilian’s reward?”
“Oh yes, well, I was thinking maybe just a title would do, wouldn’t you say, daughter? After all, you couldn’t really be happy with a soldier, could you?”
Alaren felt Maximilian’s pressure on her fingers this time, and the warmth of her still raw ass reminded her how she couldn’t be happy without this soldier. “Actually, father, Maximilian and I have a better idea. We get married today, and you abdicate in our favor.”
“What?” The king was on his feet.
“You see, father, war is brewing over your execution of those thirteen princes.” Alaren took a step toward the king, and there was no fear in her. She had Maximilian, and no one could take him from her. “If you abdicate, then that will go some way toward softening the blow.”
The king paused, hesitating, and Maximilian exploited the breach with the quickness Alaren had expected. “We will have to give the ten remaining princesses in marriage to the nearest young, male relative of the ten most powerful kingdoms.”
“That should let us keep the peace,” said Alaren.
“Well, you two get married today then, and we’ll work on the marriages. The abdication can wait for a bit.” The king sat back down, looking well-pleased with himself.
Alaren shrugged. She and Maximilian had hoped the king would be reasonable, but they would work with what they had. “We will get married as soon as you can get the priests in then, father.”
****
Alaren stretched out her length on the bed. It was soft, luxurious even, and she enjoyed the feel of the satin sheets on her skin. This was the bridal bed of the Crown Princess, and she was waiting for Maximilian to come out of the bath. She glanced over at the white bridal gown hanging in the wardrobe. She had left the wardrobe open so that, as she lay on the bed, she could see herself in its mirrored door. The gown had not been made as a bridal gown; it had been simply a white gown from her closet. But she had not minded. This was her real bridal outfit. Alaren ran her fingers along the beads of the scarlet corset. A tiny scrap of silk just barely covered her mound, and thigh-high stockings were attached with beaded garters to the edge of the corset. She knew that Maximilian would like to see her in scarlet, and she turned over onto her belly, looking over her shoulder at her reflection. The pinkness had faded from her buttocks, and they were not sore any longer.
She knew that would not last, and she wriggled in anticipation.
Then she heard the heavy stomp of Maximilian’s boots, and she leapt from the bed. The stones were already laid out, and she began to recite the rhyme as soon as the door shut behind Maximilian.
“In a hurry, princess?” Maximilian’s hand cupped her ass as the stairway opened before them.
“Oh yes.” Alaren’s breathy voice did not surprise her. She was overcome with lust for her new husband. “I can’t wait to get you into Lavinia’s castle.”
“And I can’t wait to get into you.” Maximilian’s low growl sent a shot of dampness through Alaren’s pussy.
The descent was eerily quiet for Alaren. She had not been down this way without the flower-twins, and she found that without their chatter the beauty of the faery realm was enhanced.
“You smell like the faery world,” said Maximilian, twining his fingers through her loosed hair. “It makes me want to fuck you.”
“Well, we’ll get there soon.” Alaren knew that her silk panties would be completely drenched by the time they arrived at the far shore of the little river.
She was right. The scarlet of her panties had deepened by two shades from her wet longing for Maximilian, and she could tell by the straining of his codpiece – his one concession to court propriety – that he was ready, too.
The sound of music caressed Alaren’s ears, but she half-dreaded the dance. She did not want to dance. She wanted to fuck.
“So do I, princess.”
“Did I say that out loud?” A faint blush flew across Alaren’s cheeks.
“Yes.” Maximilian’s laughter made her even wetter, if that were possible.
The doors to the palace opened, and the music wafted outside. But inside there were no dancers at all. Alaren held tightly to Maximilian’s hand. The ballroom had been converted into a combination of dungeon and pleasure room. There were plush divans, satin swings, stocks, crosses, and all manner of beds. Across the room, on a raised dais, was placed an ivory throne, one with wide-apart stirrups for the feet of the
queen. Lavinia was seated on the throne, with her legs spread open. A white leather flogger hung from a strap at her wrist, and kneeling before her, assiduously attending to her pussy, was one of the faery men. Before Alaren could move forward to greet her sister, she was stopped by a pair of faeries, one male and one female. The male laughed as he held out his hand to her.
“I believe we are already rather intimately acquainted, princess, but I doubt you know my name. It’s Jairus.”
“And I’m Lilith.” The faery girl held out her hand to Maximilian, but Alaren’s eyes flashed with black fire.
“No, you don’t!” She smacked the girl’s hand away. “Keep away from him.”
Maximilian laughed and shook Jairus’s hand. “She’s the jealous type.”
Jairus looked as though he were about to say something, but Alaren interrupted. “How does Lavinia run things?” she asked.
“More pleasantly than Perdita in one regard.” Jairus shooed Lilith away, and the crestfallen faery girl wandered off to find another lover. “We’re none of us kept drugged. We are each in charge of our own bodies.”
“That’s an improvement.” Maximilian pointed off to one side. “And so is that.”
Alaren followed his pointing finger. She saw Perdita, still in the stocks as the night before, but this time a low, narrow bench had been placed beneath the stocks. A faery male was lying on the bench, and his thrusting cock was ramming into Perdita’s sopping cunt. Another faery had his cock in her mouth, fucking her face, and a third faery straddled the bench, thrusting his cock deep into Perdita’s ass. Alaren could never remember seeing Perdita so blissful.
“I knew she just needed a good gang-bang. She was aching for it.” Maximilian’s rich laughter went to Alaren’s head, and she dragged him over to a soft, blue divan with a low dip in the middle. She pushed him down onto it and ripped at his codpiece. His magnificent cock sprang free, and she couldn’t help herself. She licked it.
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