Wicked Wonderland

by Lisa Whitefern

  Nick raised one eyebrow. “Answer us, Lilly.”

  She shuddered. Obviously, he would accept no more hesitation from her. “I’ve used a thinner, smaller dildo for my…” Her voice sounded weak and frail to her own ears. Weak with embarrassment.

  Nick walked over to the hatch in the sleigh. He brought out another case, a silver one this time. Crossing over to Lilly, he opened it for her, revealing a range of thinner anal dildos and vibrators ranging in thickness, including butt plugs.

  She nodded and gulped, more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life. It was a secret she’d never imagined telling anyone.

  Nick touched her cheek. “Baby, don’t be ashamed. The idea of you pleasuring your pussy and your sweet ass at the same time makes me so hard.” He gestured at his cock, and she saw it was stiff again. The length and thickness of it still amazed her even after having him inside her.

  Kris returned to her side, a large, curved, glass dildo in his hand. It wasn’t quite as big as Nick’s cock, but it was close and truly a work of art. The shaft was clear glass molded into a series of beautifully shaped concentric circles with raised blue-and-green ribs, nubs on the side and a dark blue mushroom head.

  Gorgeous but glass?

  Uncertainty made her cringe. “Is a glass dildo, um, safe? It won’t…break?”

  Kris balanced the glass dildo on his palm as though testing its weight. “It’s Pyrex, sweetheart. It won’t break. Couldn’t be safer or stronger.” He pressed the glass against her cheek, and indeed, it felt strong and solid.

  Nick removed the last of the cords from around her breasts and legs until only one cord remained tying her to the chair. Her hands were still bound in front of her. He rubbed her nape and kissed the side of her face. “Do you feel all right, baby? Are you sore anywhere?” Gently, he began to massage her where she’d been tied.

  She looked up at him, surprised. His sudden tenderness was a little shocking after his previous dominant tone. The concern in his voice touched something in her heart, and she struggled to speak. Finally, she managed, “No. I’m not sore, Nick. Really, I’m fine.”

  Kris dropped to his knees to peer at her intimately again, making her groan. He rubbed the nubs on the side of the glass dildo against her clit, making her shudder. Then he probed her opening with the glass object. It slipped into her soaking snatch easily. The cool glass was smooth, and her pussy swallowed the fat circles inch by delicious inch. Having a man screw her with an object somehow made her feel objectified herself, in an erotic way. Each little nub on the side of the dildo gave added pleasure, making her whimper and buck.

  Kris nudged the tip of the dildo against her G-spot, sending shiver after shiver of pure joy through her body, and yet still she wanted more. Even as she writhed in ecstasy, she ached to touch the two magnificent specimens of masculinity who played with her.

  “Please,” she choked out. “Please uncuff my hands. Let me touch you.”

  From the corners of her half-closed eyes, she saw Kris give a questioning look to Nick, who merely nodded. Kris smiled and untied her hands at last. He removed the last cord that bound her to the chair.

  Once her hands were free, Nick took one and placed it on his shaft. His cock looked even larger in her small hand. Good God, the man was enormous. Had she really taken all that inside her? The skin was warm, soft velvet over hard metal. She moved her hand slowly up and down. Nick gave a sharp intake of breath and leaned in toward her. In a moment, he regained control and stilled her arm.

  Nick took her hands in his. “I’m going to help you stand now. Keep the dildo in place with your cunt muscles. Don’t let it slide out.”

  It was a direct order. He helped her rise to her feet. A momentary sense of panic took hold as the glass dildo started to slip, and she clamped down with her muscles to keep it in place.

  Nick took a tube from the case; then he oiled up his fingers with some kind of lube. His slippery fingers slid over her sphincter in a barely there caress, making all her nerve endings jangle. As Kris continued to penetrate her with the glass dildo deep inside her, Nick’s fingers teased, tickled and caressed her anus, making her jump with pleasure. He circled her rosette, each circumference growing smaller and smaller as he drew closer to her hole, circling tighter and tighter until his slick finger pressed against her back entrance. Nick stopped and reached for a glass plug from the case, then held it up to the moonlight. It was a beautiful cobalt blue.

  Nick’s hot breath brushed against her ear as he whispered to her, “Thinking about you all alone filling that tight little pussy and ass of yours with toys is driving me wild. This toy should stretch your ass just a little, so you’re fully prepared for…anything else that might happen tonight.”

  He slipped the second glass toy inside her. For a moment, she felt fear, and her body wanted to resist. It burned even as it pleasured. She arched her back, trying to accept the penetration.

  “Are you all right? Will you let me stretch you a little more?” Nick asked.

  She couldn’t say no. She’d only ever used toys on herself. She’d never let a man use them on her before. But even as apprehension made her gut tighten, her body craved more. “Yes,” she whispered.

  Nick stroked the plug in and out of her, gaining ground with each stroke. She felt so full. Kris thrust the other dildo inside her while his fingers worked on her clit.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for us. Come for us, beautiful Lilly. We love you, baby. Show us what we do to you.”

  Her breathing changed at his words. She was so exposed, more naked than naked, both holes penetrated, the focus of all their lust and all their desire. Nick continued to thrust the plug in her ass while Kris’s fingers never stopped working her clit. The curved head of Kris’s dildo massaged her G-spot. The pleasure was so intense that stars filled her eyes, and then her body shook like a live wire. A scream caught in her throat. She managed to cry out at last, arching against Nick as she came.

  Gently, both men pulled the toys out, and she fell against Kris, sobbing. He caught her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. At the same time, Nick kissed her neck.

  “Oh, angel,” Kris said. “You are amazing. We adore you.”

  It’s just pillow talk. They were brought up in the Fae Realm; they have a completely different concept of what love really is.

  And really, what man wouldn’t “adore” a woman who’d play sex games like this with him and a friend, cautioned a cynical voice inside her head.

  But her heart replied, Then why do they look at me the way they do?

  Zenia stormed across the deck of her ship, and her slaves scuttled out of her way.

  Today had been hideous. She’d seen her father, Orane, over at the Dark Court, and he hadn’t even looked at her. Hadn’t so much as acknowledged her presence. She wasn’t sure why, exactly, but she could only suspect.

  Her father ignored her both because she wasn’t a male fae and because he’d come to hate her mother. That was the thrust of things.

  Fury boiled like lava in her gut. She hated herself for feeling love for a man who could care less about her. But she couldn’t help it. Admiring her cold-as-ice sylph father for all his power was her only weakness. The cold bastard should applaud her for the dark power she’d acquired through years of sheer hard work. But he never did. He never did.

  Zenia cursed and hurled her dinner plate at the servant who’d come to fetch it. The plate narrowly missed him and smashed against the wall. Shards of red and orange spilled across the floorboards. The birdman gave a little whimper of fear before cowering in fright. She frowned and chewed her lip. Hell! Even the birdman’s meekness and awe didn’t cheer her up.

  How fucking stupid was she for caring this much about her nasty, cold-ass father?

  She was not like him, though. Zenia the Secret One was not a cold-headed, cold-hearted air sprite. She was far more like her passionate fire elemental mother, Zenobia, the woman Orane hated so much.

  And having a mother who
was a fire elemental gave her one distinct advantage over air fae. She could scry in flame, and she was quite good at it. She was best at divining the present, and she always used fire. Either she lit one in her silver bowl, or she used the hearth.

  So today she built a fire in the fireplace below the decks of Morrigan’s Revenge. The light flickered before her eyes, red, orange and yellow. She didn’t really enjoy chanting like a mere mortal wizard in order to get what she wanted, but some forms of magic like scrying required it.

  Zenia splayed her hands out before the fire and whispered the chant she’d come across in an old grimoire.

  “Blazing fire as you dance,

  Give me now life’s second glance.

  Call upon my second sight,

  Blazing fire shining bright.

  Make me psychic with your light,

  Bring their mysteries now to light.”

  Her eyelids grew heavy, and the strength of her desire to know her half sister’s current whereabouts brought the image swiftly with the first bright flames, but the vision that rose up before her was not at all what she had expected. Never had she expected to see these three reunited.

  The first thing she saw was gorgeous Kris. She hated Nick with a passion. He’d embarrassed her in front of others in her college dorm, calling her a witch for making fun of Lilly. But Kris. Oh, Kris was perfect. So damn sexy with his curling blond hair, golden tan and submissive ways. She’d never before experienced the kind of gentleness Kris had shown her on their first date.

  But she’d had only one night with him, damn him. He’d not asked her out again, and she’d had too much pride to go after him when there were plenty of other mortals and magic creatures interested in all she had to offer. But now here he was, naked before her in her scrying fire! Those tender hands she remembered caressing her now gently stroked her half sister’s red hair.

  Zenia’s fist clenched, and she struck it against the side of her thigh.

  Unfair, unfair!

  Lilly, the little whore, had her face buried between Kris’s legs and was licking just next to the small mole Kris had on his dick.

  Zenia watched with growing longing as Lilly turned her attention to a vein that ran underneath Kris’s perfect shaft. Zenia couldn’t hear any sounds they made; such was the nature of scrying. But she could tell from the shape of Kris’s mouth, from the way his eyes rolled back in his head, that he made sweet moaning noises.

  As much as she feared the three half fae having any kind of true romantic union, she couldn’t deny the shivers of excitement that raced through her body. Soon, despite herself, she was stroking the fingers of one hand up and down the outside of her skirt, over her panties.

  She watched in fascination as the sexy, hard-assed bastard, Nick, positioned himself behind Lilly. At Zenia’s mental urgings, the image in the flames pivoted sideways so she saw Lilly’s ass positioned in the air as she sucked Kris’s cock. Lilly’s mound peeked below her ass cheeks. Her pinkish red pussy glimmered with moisture, ready for Nick to take her from behind.

  Zenia gasped at the sight of Nick’s cock, which was even larger than Kris’s. Jealousy burned within her as the dark and dominant Nick gripped Lilly’s hips and the bastard sank the tip in. She almost laughed as Lilly nearly lost her balance and fell on Kris, but Nick pulled her back into place just in time. Once he firmly embedded his cock inside her, his fingers dove for Lilly’s clit, and Zenia groaned as she watched him finger the lucky cunt. He pumped the little slut while she sucked on Kris’s dick, and Zenia could only imagine her moans of joy.

  The pleasure between her own legs was almost painful in its intensity. Every muscle was heavy as her heart pounded in her ears from both fear of the potential power of the union she saw before her and the sheer erotic joy of it. Her own body became desperate for relief. She moved her fingers frantically over her panties, breathing heavily. Pleasure rippled swiftly through her. She brought herself to climax without even taking her panties off. As the haze of orgasm lifted, her fury and fear returned.

  She cried out for Rurik, and in a moment or two, the trembling birdman stood before her. With an angry wave of her hand, some humming and a quick, nasty chant, she sent three brooms flying out of a cupboard to the task of beating her least-favored slave, taking an additional broom in her hands and smacking him with it to further release her fury.

  When at last her temper had cooled, she left Rurik whining on the floor, and determined to put a plan into action. She mustn’t panic. She needed to think clearly and calmly, use the air-elemental side of her mind.

  One way or another, I have to take full control of Lilly and ensure the silly little half-breed never ruins my plan for the throne.

  Zenia crossed the room to sit in her red velvet easy chair in front of the fireplace, running her fingers along the soft fabric of the arms. If she was clever and quick enough, she could quite possibly siphon off some of her half sister’s unused power.

  She hadn’t wanted the trouble of keeping her half sister as a pet in the past, hadn’t believed she needed the complication. But that had been a grave error. Everything she’d set in place to keep Lilly separated from Nick and Kris had obviously fallen apart, and as much as that enraged her, she didn’t have time to waste trying to work out the “how”; she just needed to stop the union, any way she could.

  Zenia took a deep breath. What really needed to be done now was an old-fashioned kidnapping. She needed to capture and imprison Lilly, starve her and feed off her fear and terror, drawing extra power in and shutting Nick and Kris out of Lilly’s life forever before the three of them threatened Zenia’s claiming of the fae crown.

  Chapter Seven

  Hours later, the three of them lay on the feather-down mattress that Kris had conjured, on the roof of an apartment building. Lilly and Kris finished a small plate of crepes with lemon and sugar that Kris had magicked, and Nick was taking what he felt was a well-earned break from going down chimneys.

  Lilly set her plate down and lay down behind Nick, her nails caressing exquisite, lazy circles across his shoulders and back.

  “Mmm, harder, please.”

  She laughed. He enjoyed the way light came into her eyes whenever she laughed. Even now, as she sat behind him, he pictured her laughing face in his mind.

  The circles on his back became bigger and the scratch of her nails rougher. “I love touching the muscles in your shoulders and back.”

  He loved how relaxed her voice sounded after orgasm. Nick wanted her to sound that relaxed all the time. The anxiety he sensed in her at other times made his heart ache for her, made him determined to soothe and pleasure her until the pain and tension within her faded away.

  Lilly’s nails continued to rake down his back, making him shiver; then she smoothed away the scratches with her palms. She slid her hand lazily down his arm. He reached over to cover it and turned to face her. “If we didn’t have so many deliveries to do, you know we’d love to come and listen to you play in the orchestra for the ballet.”

  Her full lips formed a gentle smile. “Thanks. It’s Tchaikovsky, The Nutcracker Suite.” She checked her watch. “I really don’t have to be home for a few hours yet.” She rubbed her finger over the contours of muscle in Nick’s biceps. “You know it’s going to be really strange going back to my real life after this. I mean, I’m looking forward to playing in the orchestra, but I’m not looking forward to a lot of other things.”

  He raised one eyebrow. “Such as?”

  She chewed her bottom lip. “It’s especially going to be rough to step back in the door of Vegas Girls.” She held up a hand before he could say anything. “And don’t even start with me, because I really have no choice. I have to make a hell of a lot of money if I want to save Mom’s townhouse from foreclosure. Hell, I wish playing the flute could make me some amazing money. I… What?” She stared at him wide-eyed. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Nick shook with rage and emotion. The memory of what Lilly had been
doing to make money still weighed like lead in his gut. And to make matters worse, she wasn’t even doing it for herself; she was doing it for her selfish mother.

  He remembered that when Lilly was in college, her mother was always at the casino. Now Marion was obviously gambling again and letting her adopted daughter bail her out of trouble as usual. He’d held his tongue before, but if she was really planning on going back to that dreadful place, then he had to speak his mind.

  “I’m sure you could find something better to do than strip. You’re far too good to be dancing in front of all those sleazy, disgusting, creepy assholes.” His fingers bunched in a fist. “You don’t belong there!”

  Lilly rolled her eyes. “You’re going to start up with this again? Now? After what just happened between the three of us? You really think this is an appropriate time to give me shit about how I live my life? Okay. Just what I always admired about you—you’re such a sensitive New Age man.” She clucked her tongue in disgust. “Tell me, Nick, just why you think I’m ‘too good’ to strip? Don’t fairy women ever strip?”

  He knew his controlling nature was the reason she’d broken off their relationship in the past, knew he was blowing it, but his frustration was too great; he couldn’t stop himself. He opened his mouth to speak.

  Kris held up a hand and waved it in his face. Nick grabbed Kris’s arm and pushed it away.

  Fuck off, Kris!

  He didn’t need Kris trying to placate him. He was one hundred percent in the right here. He whirled on his lover.

  Nick wanted to push Kris aside, leap on Lilly and throw her down on the mattress, pin her arms above her head and let her know he was in control and that she would never, ever go back to the strip club.

  Instead, he finally managed to rein himself in and watched silently, sulkily, as Kris put one of his large, gentle hands on Lilly’s shoulder.

  “Sure, sugar,” Kris said, answering her earlier question. “Fae women strip for fun sometimes. Full-blooded sylphs or air sprites are adventurous and pretty much into a lot of sex with very little emotion. But I think sex means more to you than that. I know that much about you. I understand where Nick is coming from here.”