Falling Into Faerie After

by Mercedes Jade

  I screamed against my panty gag, feeling the spank go right to my pussy and almost make me have a mini climax immediately. Eloden claimed once before that he knew all sorts of sensual spankings. He only hinted at a more dominant side but I was rapidly finding out that in the bedroom, he was more than capable of fulfilling my darker fantasies.

  He smirked down at me with satisfaction. “Problem solved, sweetheart. Don’t think I’m done spanking your bossy bum when I warned you not to order Dark Fae around. You’re getting another eleven after I finish eating you.”

  He had spanked me harder than Loren did playing with me to distract the guards in Faerie, but not nearly as hard as Falin did in punishment, although some of the restraint might be merely positioning. I wanted to protest more but Eloden dropped back down to his knees and licked up all the cream I’d made from his one swat, chuckling against my pussy in promise. He knew I liked it. Would I be able to hold still for eleven more?

  I only thought he devoured me earlier. This time he spread my pussy open with his thumbs and speared me with his tongue, thrusting into me so hard that only his big hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and buttocks stopped me from skidding on the desk. His thumbs slid closer to my clit and played lazily with it as he sank deeper into me.

  I dolphin kicked my jean bound legs and arched, hands flying to the sides of the desk to try to find something to hold and digging into the wood with my shifted claws. I hadn’t meant to do what he’d suggested, but the spastic, electric shocks shooting from my tongue-fucked pussy demanded an outlet as violent as the desire that twisted my muscles. I’d break a damn nail before I ripped my panties out of my mouth and asked him to ease up.

  Eloden fluttered his tongue against that same magical spot Falin had discovered, which I was fairly certain was the so-called g-spot, or o-spot—oh fuck, yes. I nearly hyperventilated through my nose trying to just damn well breathe through it. My thighs trembled as he forced me to keep them open and he shoved at least two fingers deep into my spasming pussy with his tongue and I tested how muffled my screams really were gagged.

  He pulled his tongue away to suck my clit into his mouth while he scissored the fingers and stretched me, curling one finger against that same bundle of nerves that ached so bad to rub up against something harder and bigger that I nearly did reach up and pull the gag out of my mouth to order him to fuck me.

  I had to settle for ripping my t-shirt and bra up instead, tweaking my nipples carefully with my new, clawed fingertips, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as the promised orgasm that was moments away, arching my hips and giving into the need to ride Eloden’s face, heels locking behind his head and pulling him tight to me.

  The swat on my other bum cheek was a revelation in how close I could get to climax without falling over the edge, howling against my panty gag as he moved his mouth off my pussy, unhooking my ankles behind his head and straightening up.

  He licked his lips of the last of my cream while looking over my body, pausing on my fingers clamping my own nipples and finally meeting my frustrated gaze.

  “If I taste those ripe berries for dessert are you going to be able to hold back, sweetheart?” he asked, glancing up at my eyes and then back down at my breasts.

  I glared up at him. If I wasn’t gagged, he would have gotten an earful.

  He sighed and said with a really regretful tone, “I should have started from the top.” I got another swat on both buttocks, each in quick succession, that stung some of the defiance out of me. “Get your cute little claws off of your nipples. If I don’t get to touch, then you can’t either,” he said. “Keep your bra and shirt up. It’s time your front half got introduced to this desk.”

  I put my clawed hands back on the desk and scraped them slowly, scratching my frustration out as he watched.

  He used dexterity and muscle to get my shoes off behind his head, then my socks and finally he gripped the waistband of my pants bunched behind his shoulders and pulled, making me stretch and wiggle to get them off and bringing my aching pussy within tasting distance of his mouth.

  “You’re such a bad girl,” he tsked, giving me one tiny lick. “You only get to come bent over for a spanking and hard fucking.”

  He lowered me back to the desk after delivering that threat, unwrapping my legs from his shoulders and leaning over my body so our pelvises aligned and he was nose-to-nose with me again. He kissed me right over my gagged lips, deepening it to snag the panties with his teeth and pull them out of my mouth. He spat the panties to the side and kissed me again, letting me taste the sweet, musky flavour of myself mixed with the heat and magic of his mouth. Dry lips became a faded memory as he nibbled and licked my mouth, much gentler than he had been with my pussy.

  It was all very nice, but I was horny and needed to come so bad that I was willing to rub up against him and use his tented leathers to get off if he didn’t hurry it up.

  Thank fuck, he didn’t linger too long, stopping the sweet kisses before we both got a sugar coma. The dark look he pierced me with as he pulled up a few inches was anything but honeyed and then he reminded me of his plan.

  “Are you ready for me to defile you over the desk, sweetheart?”

  “My big ‘fuck you,’ sir?” I said as saccharine as his kisses. About damn time, I thought, squirming shamelessly against him.

  “Well it always feels bigger from behind, but I’ll learn from Falin and keep my cock under wraps until you’re bent over and at my mercy,” he told me with a smirk.

  I tried to reach down to his leathers to help him, curious now, but he caught my hand, shaking his head in denial. I thrust my chest up at him and tsked in retaliation when he dared even look, forget touch.

  He brought my bare feet up on to the desk and shoved me back a bit, confusing me until I got his next order. “Turn over onto your hands and knees. Stick your ass out and keep your legs open.”

  I blushed and he caught it. “Fuck your damn innocence, sweetheart. You can’t afford to blush like that in front of anyone but me,” he warned me before grabbing me by the hips and quickly flipping me over.

  I scrambled up on my hands and knees, trying not to think about how my ass was close to eye-level now. I’m sure both of my bum cheeks were already red from his spanks and rough handling while he’d been eating me out. The wetness from my pussy had dripped down to my thighs and was cool where it coated my bare labia exposed to the air, so sensitive after a fresh waxing last week. I didn’t part my legs any further despite his order, sure he could see everything already.

  I looked down at the taped up remains of my letter underneath me, a little more wrinkled now after I rolled around on it, and I took a deep breath in and out, trying to temper my arousal as I held my position and waited. Eloden was right. I was different now and settling for the crumbs of important research when I could do so much more for my mother was no longer acceptable.

  “Fuck you,” I said to the desk, impatience and the change making my voice gruff.

  “Louder,” Eloden ordered, hands back on my body after he had adjusted his leathers, presumably to free his cock so he could deliver on his promise.

  “Fuck you,” I said, louder.

  A heavy hand stroked across my buttocks. “Are you ready to get ridden, peaches?”

  I pushed back into his hand, reminding myself to watch what I said in front of Eloden. He didn’t seem to forget anything, and he held onto his grudges as long as Matthew. He deserved a set down for being so petty. It wasn’t like I invited him to spy on me when Kheelan and Loren had used my body to distract the guards. Loren had been the one to bring up riding, although he had me on top that time.

  “Just get on with it,” I said, faking nonchalance. I wasn’t going to be baited into stroking his male ego.

  “Do you need it harder? Want me to find a crop?” Eloden queried in a deep voice.

  Damn it. He was teasing me, holding out because I let Loren have the first taste.

  “Spank me and fuck me, you Dark
prick tease, or I’ll find-”

  His hand left my bum and I expected it to slap back with a spank to remember and that I secretly wanted, cutting off my reckless order as I tensed for it, but instead I got his hands on my thighs, shoving my legs apart and me off balance so I leaned forward on my bent elbows. He licked me from pussy to arse, shocking the hell out of me.

  I gasped and wiggled.

  “What the-” I hissed. “Are you-” I wheezed. “My ass is virgin,” I finally exclaimed on a breathy exhale.

  “The rosebud hasn’t bloomed?” said Eloden as he thumbed me and then he went back to rimming.

  I was completely out of my league. Some of my other Marks had touched me there but nobody had been serious about bringing my ass into play. I had thought it edgy, and if I was to be honest, a turn on when it had been all dirty talk and a few forbidden touches.

  Two fingers delved back into my pussy and the other hand spread my bum cheeks to expose, -geezus fuck, he flicked me with his tongue and pressed.

  “I-I didn’t know you meant to defile my a-ass,” I stuttered, held in place by his fingers fluttering inside my pussy as his tongue tormented me.

  Eloden gave one of my bum cheeks a nip, hard enough to get a yelp. “The correct word is bugger, sweetheart,” he said, scissoring his two fingers in my pussy again. “And I don’t plan to put my cock in your arse right now. I was making a point. You are such a sweet innocent that I can barely stretch two fingers into your tight pussy despite taking plenty of time and preparation. I won’t simply fuck you. I’m going to go at the pace your body demands.”

  He kept pumping his fingers in me as he gave his little lecture and I moaned, unable to fight his expert manipulation, finding that bundle of nerves inside me again. I wasn’t ready to have my ass fucked but I was more than prepared to be bent over this desk and have Eloden work his cock into my pussy. Falin hadn’t even needed to get all the way in to get me off.

  “Eloden,” I begged with a whisper, rocking my hips back at him.

  He sped up his fingers, almost vibrating them in my pussy with a fast flutter and twisting them. His other hand delivered another couple spanks to my well presented bottom, a touch harder than all of the rest. He repeated the ass shaking swats again, catching me right where the top of my thighs met my bum.

  “Eloden!” I shrieked.

  “Do you need something else shoved between your lips?” Eloden asked me. “Keep it down to a whimper, you naughty girl. I’m still owed four more and I intend those to be when my cock is in your pussy so I can feel you cream all over me for the next swat.”

  “How is this taking things slow?” I whined, tender already and he hadn’t even fucked me properly yet.

  “I said I would go at the pace your body demanded, and right now this cream,” he said, pulling out his dripping fingers and wiping them on my flaming ass, “is telling me that you are finally ready to be fully possessed by my teasing, Dark prick.”

  Oh, he wasn’t the completely controlled lover. That comment by me earlier wasn’t forgotten or forgiven yet.

  He pulled me off the desk by my hips until my ass slammed against said prick, dripping its own precum, and then I noticed a hard, round piercing I had become familiar with just last night with Falin. I felt the same panic as when he had rimmed my arse. He set me on my feet unaware of my urgent concern, one hand pressing down firmly on my back until my breasts were squashed against the smooth wood of the desk, my head turned to the side.

  “Wait a minute,” I said, feeling him knee my thighs apart wide.

  The piercing of his cock probed my entrance already but he stopped with a groan. “Sweetheart, do you want to hear me beg?”

  I wiggled against him to another groan, trying to get an idea of the size of his piercing. It might possibly be smaller or the same size, but things really did feel different from behind.

  “Are you wearing metal? I thought only Falin, and uh, Dain were iron immune.”

  “It’s gold. All Dark Fae males have their cocks pierced shortly after birth,” he informed me, thrusting a little inside. He practically slipped in the next two inches from all the wet and stretching earlier, swearing as I tightened up.

  I was wrong, he might be bigger than Falin.

  His hand slipped around my front and he fingered my clit.

  “Why piercings?” I asked with a moan, rotating my hips but I couldn’t escape his clever fingers.

  “Fae culture and customs later,” he said with another short thrust. “Next time I’m going to gag and tie you up, even if the address of ‘Sir’ sounds so sweet on your lips,” he threatened.

  I whimpered, feeling the gush of wetness at the image of forced submission. He noticed. I could practically feel him smirking down at me, rocking his determined cock against my pussy and sliding in further.

  “Do you want me to bind you?”

  I whimpered again and rocked my hips back, taking more of his cock. I wanted it, but I wasn’t going to admit it out loud.

  The fingers on my clit left and he delivered another couple stunning swats to my right bum cheek, his other hand pinning me down to the table at the low of my back. He pulled his cock out with a squelch and thrust in again against my spasming walls, no doubt aware that I enjoyed his hard spanking.

  “Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered me.

  I did as he said, feeling the warm strength of his magic binding my wrists and hands back-to-back. His left hand delivered two more swats to my other bum cheek. The last one was the hardest of all and I wasn’t able to keep my voice down to a whimper.

  “That’s twelve, sir,” I told him, just in case he had lost count.

  He made a very male sound of appreciation as he looked down at my pinned and tied body, hands smoothing over my ass to feel heat that had nothing to do with his magic.

  “Twelve well taken deserves a reward. Forget being quiet. I’m going to fuck you until you scream the building down.”

  It was late, and all the workers were probably gone but there was still security roaming the hallways. He pulled back, holding my hips and slammed in all the way. I suddenly didn’t care if security thought somebody was being murdered in here. I needed it deep and hard and fast.

  “Is this the first Dark cock to fill your pussy completely?” he asked me while doing exactly what I wanted.

  I tried to grunt out a response but the feel of him thrusting into me balls deep took a whole new meaning from behind as my clit happily discovered. I almost forgot to breathe between one thrust and the next, trying to wiggle against his unyielding grip.

  “Answer me,” he demanded, pistoning his hips so fast that the slaps of his thrusts almost melded together.

  Now he wanted to talk? I might be bound helpless but not all the defiance was fucked out of me yet. “Harder, sir,” I snarked at him.

  My right leg got stretched up so the knee was at the desk edge and he kept pistoning his hips in and out, fucking the new angle that rubbed his cock piercing right where I needed it.

  “Don’t you dare stop,” I told him.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head off the desk, leaning over me while still maintaining that same pace of furious thrusting that was going to send me over the edge.

  “Going to Mark you again,” he warned, licking the back of my shoulder before sinking his fangs and sending my orgasm skyrocketing.

  I didn’t scream. I couldn’t even breathe. My whole body tensed up like lightning struck and left me completely without control of my muscles. Even my right leg almost fell off the desk as the spastic shockwaves rode my body, but Eloden grabbed my thigh and held it up for me, his fangs still buried in my shoulder. It had to be more than five seconds, a goddamned lifetime at the top of my climax, but no, because he pulled his fangs out a moment later and ordered me to breathe.

  The dominance in his voice didn’t give choices. I inhaled so hard it almost made me choke. He kept fucking me right through it, telling me what a good girl I was as if he
was petting me with his voice.

  “You’re going to give me more,” he ordered as I finally panted down from the last spasm.

  “Can’t,” I whimpered, even though there was something inside me that still wanted to rub up against him. I had come hard enough to be sated. He could keep thrusting into me, though, my pussy greedily milking him for cum. I reminded him he promised to fill me.

  “You don’t get my cum until you beg for me,” he told me, his right hand leaving my thigh to access my clit, more exposed in this position. This time he spanked the swollen nub and pinched it, waking up nerve endings that believed it was over.

  I screamed a little for him.

  “Not nearly good enough begging,” he pronounced, fingering my clit roughly. “Lift your head up so I can hear you properly,” he ordered, slamming into my pussy, but slowing the withdrawal so I noticed that piercing more.

  He grabbed all my hair up at the base of my head like a ponytail and wrapped it in his magic, tugging on the tether he’d created by binding magic alone until it pulled my head back further, even the tops of my shoulders and chest off the desk. I felt him draw the tether along until he reached my bound hands and attached the end, leaving me more tightly restricted than previously.

  He spanked my clit again and this time my scream was louder and more drawn out. I was so much closer than I had realized to orgasm, my climax quicker to climb the second time.

  “Are you going to come again for me?” he asked, like I had a choice and although there was only one acceptable answer.

  “Yes,” I panted feeling my nipples harden against the desk as the new, tied position made each thrust rock me and my breasts on the smooth wood.

  “Sir,” he reminded me with a tug on my tethered hair.

  “Yes, sir,” I said on a moan.

  He pulled all the way out and pushed back in slow and deep. “Has any Dark prick gone this far in your pussy?” he asked, repeating his earlier question I had defiantly refused to answer.