These Wicked Revels

by Lidiya Foxglove

  His hand cupped my face, then shifted to my neck. His lips pressed against mine in a slow rhythm of desire.

  Goodness—it’s like—it’s like what men and women do together, except with mouths. I hadn’t realized you could do such things. I felt so stupid.

  I suddenly felt his hand at my waist—it had been there for a while. I just noticed it then, and that my body was just hanging there stiffly. He probably thought I was terrible at this, and I was.

  I had to remedy the situation.

  I brought my arms up around his neck, and as he was kissing me, he inhaled deeply, a sound of satisfaction, as he drew me closer to him. His hands stroked my hair. His fingers against my scalp felt wonderful. It was already so nice to wear my hair free, and I started breathing faster.

  “Poor little princess,” he said. “I thought a girl like you would have everything.”

  “I’ve never had everything.”

  “You have plenty of food and plenty of clothes, a warm fire and a large bedroom, cooks to feed you and time to rest when you’re sick, don’t you?”

  I nodded.

  “It is more than most people’ve got.”

  “Yes, but…I feel so empty on the inside…”

  “I see that. But I don’t think you’re as empty as you feel. You’ve been a surprise to me.” He smiled, his brown eyes as warm as his hands. I had never realized how cold so much of my life had felt. “And I’d certainly like to fill you up.” His hands settled on my hips, and I felt his rigid manhood pressing against my stomach. “What an effect you have on me. I’m not usually so excitable.”

  He plunged his tongue into my mouth again, before I could think of anything to say. I leaned against him more closely, wanting to feel his touch in other ways. My body seemed to know things that I had never learned.

  One of his hands moved to my breast. His palm slid against the pebbled skin of my nipple there and then enveloped the soft mound, as if he relished what he felt. Then his thumb stroked over my nipple, back and forth, teasing the hard nub.

  My mouth pulled away from him as I was gasping for breath. I wanted to moan, but I didn’t want to make a sound. I was afraid I might bite him instead. I was feeling a little panicked, like I might faint. This was so against how I had been taught to behave, and it scared me how much I liked it. How much I wanted more and more.

  “You like this, don’t you, little princess?”

  I was ashamed to answer.

  “You can’t hide from me, even with your mask. And I don’t think you really want to.”

  He easily reached under the short, light fabric of my skirt and cupped his hand to my naked cleft. Two of his fingers dipped inside my wetness, probing out my secrets.

  I gasped with shame and pushed his hand away.

  “I—I thought you couldn’t touch me! The king said you couldn't touch me unless I gave up my mask!”

  “He was obviously wrong. You don’t like it?”

  The faery man caught my arm as I tried to wrestle away. “But do you really want to run away?” he asked. “Even in the darkness, I can see the flush of your skin. I taste your hunger to know more of life. There is one thing I won't do unless you give up your mask. You’re pure, and that, I will not touch. I swear, I am a gentleman, milady, but how do you if convent life is for you if you’ve already been living in one all of your life?” He put his fingers to my lips, fingers slick with my own juice. My mouth trembled, but I didn't fight him. He dabbed my own arousal on my tongue.

  Tears sprang to my eyes. Up until now, the revels had only been music and dancing—temptations, Mother would say, but still a sin that the entire court indulged in. This was crossing a bridge. She would never forgive me if she knew what I had done.

  I couldn’t make myself pull away. In fact, my eyes met his, and I said nothing to discourage him. I had never realized it before, but this was everything the revels had promised me, everything they had been leading to.

  Everything I had been wanting.

  His expression changed, as if something had unfolded inside of him, and he was in awe of me. I wondered if some of his confidence was a front. Did men ever feel the way I did? So scared and uncertain and small in the world?

  The thought vanished on the wind as he unclasped the hooks at the back of my neck. The thin pieces of fabric that covered my breasts fell, and now all I wore was the gold necklace. He slid his hand up my back, urging me to lean backward, and his tongue teased at my nipples, one by one, before he sucked on them outright. I was so stiff with holding back my cries. I knew he would touch me between the legs again, and find me more wet than ever. I couldn’t really hide what he made me feel.

  He laid me down upon the grass. I looked up at the night sky, spangled with countless stars.

  “I’ll tell you something men don’t brag about,” he said.

  “What is that?”

  “Although I wouldn’t exactly say I’m lacking in experience…well, I’ve never taken a woman as a man takes his wife. And I won’t, unless we are pledged to each other. But there’s no harm in having a bit of fun. Men do. I don’t see why you shouldn’t.”

  He pushed up my skirts so all the ruffling petals rested across my abdomen and slid his hand between my legs again. He was admiring me down there, just as if he was looking at my face. I had to look away again, biting my lip.

  His thumb pushed between my folds and spread my wetness around, making a slick, shameless sound. Every bit of my skin felt swollen. His wet thumb pulsed against me there in a rapid motion. I rested my hand on my stomach like I was going to pull him away, make him stop touching me in such a way, but I never quite went that far. His touch was leading me somewhere and I had to keep going. I arched my back and bit my lip even harder.

  “You’re so quiet,” he said.

  “I—I don’t want to make any noise.”

  “A little bit of noise is welcome in a moment like this,” he said. “Tells me when I’m doing something right.”

  “Oh—but I—I guess I don’t know if any of this is right.” Was it true, what he said? Should a woman be able to have a bit of fun like a man would?

  He pushed his fingers inside me again, resting them there against my unbroken maidenhood. If he wanted to, he could have split me open with one thrust of his fingers. “You don’t know what you want, do you, little princess? Aren’t you supposed to be queen someday?”

  I writhed under his invasive touch. “I am…”

  “You don’t think a queen ought to be decisive? How are you supposed to make good decisions for your subjects?”

  “Kings make decisions. Not queens. At least—not—“

  “If you were my queen, I’d like to know what you think,” he said. “But only if you think something in the first place.”

  “I do think.”

  “Well, what do you think about this, then? You could let a man know.”

  “I’ve never been touched this way!”

  “That, I can figure on my own.” He leaned down next to me, his hand withdrawing a little, but still lightly stroking me between the legs. “I want to make you happy. Truthfully, I’m surprised at myself.”

  “Why?” I shuddered. The light touch was just as tantalizing.

  “I didn’t come here hoping you would fall in love with me. I damn sure didn’t come here expecting you’d have this effect on me. But I couldn’t help it. When I saw you dancing, it was like seeing a bird set free of its cage for the first time. And now—well, I feel like you’ve put yourself back in the cage. I want you to let go again. Let go forever. Sing for me, lass…”

  His hand was still touching me, the stroking fingers going deeper, finding a sensual rhythm. He caught the core of my desire between his thumb and finger and rolled it between his calloused hand, back and forth, the pressure slowly increasing. I shut my eyes, and I finally gave voice to the feeling. I let out a small moan.

  “Mmm,” he replied, a low sound of approval. “There’s a girl…”

  “Ohhh�
�ohhh…” My voice sounded like I had been crying. “Ohhh, please, sir…”

  “Damn. Now, that is a sound to make a man lose control of himself. Sweet princess.”

  My fingers toyed with the froth of my dress as I groaned louder and louder. He built the feeling up inside me, stroke by stroke, until I felt like I would have let him do anything to me he wanted. It was as joyous as it was frightening.

  “Do you want me to give you your first orgasm, Princess?”

  I didn’t know that word, but I understood what it meant. I was about to explode. “Yes,” I panted. “Yes, please…”

  He pressed his mouth to the center of my desire, and sucked on it. I hadn’t expected that, but it struck me like lightning. I screamed my pleasure as I looked at the stars.

  Chapter Ten

  Will

  I had meant to seduce her. I hadn’t meant to enjoy it so much. Careful plans go awry, isn’t that what they say? As she cried out with unbridled pleasure, and her bud pulsed under my tongue, a few things hit me hard.

  One was that this was the princess of the realm. The pristine, untouched princess, overprotected from the day she was born. No wonder she was unraveling so quickly. She was, in fact, worse than a caged bird. Even caged birds were allowed to sing.

  Two, I felt like I hardly had more control than she did. I thought I was a man of the world because I’d seen war and had a few encounters with girls in the past. But what did I really know? The girls I’d dallied with before knew what they were doing, at least as much as I did. It was a quick, emotionless escape for both of us. For the princess, I knew this was shaking her entire world. I wanted to gather her up in my arms, gaze into her eyes and then claim her mouth, as I drove my cock into her. And then I wanted to tell her I would stay by her side forever, and bring her joy like this forever. Why the hell had I promised not to take her virginity tonight?

  You know why. She’s the princess! And you're a man of honor, aren’t you? Ha!

  What are you thinking? Forget the king, Jeannie would whip you when you got home if she knew what you were up to.

  Third, and worst of all by far, I had deceived her. She thought she was with a beautiful faery prince. Not the limping and very human town cobbler. When I thought she was just the king’s spoiled brat, I didn’t care about deceiving her. Now, I was worried about how she would look at me. If she found me wholly unappealing in my real life, I wouldn’t be able to touch her again.

  All in all, it had turned into a complicated mess.

  But for now, I still had her, looking at me with sleepy eyes full of desire, as her cries had slowed to careful breaths.

  I slid my tongue up and down her pussy folds again, spinning out her pleasure as carefully as wool. Her breathing immediately grew more rapid again, with a hitch in it, the beginnings of a fresh moan. I lapped up her sweet lusty juices, my tongue teasing her entrance with swirling motions.

  “Ohhh…can it happen twice?” she asked, with the pure surprise of a girl who had no idea how deep the pleasures of the body could go. “I think it’s happening again…”

  That fast? She really was more than ready. I stroked her clit with the tip of my tongue and saw her lifting her own hands to her breasts, slowly grazing her nipples with her thumbs. My god, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen like this, pleasuring her own pale swells, moaning and whimpering. I could tell this orgasm was not as shattering and fast as the last, but was more of a slow, trembling rise and fall.

  After I had brought her past the edge twice, I shifted my body so that I was laying beside her. Her face was pure bliss, her skirt still thrown up over her waist. I gently stroked her between the legs, letting her come down to earth softly.

  But I was also feeling very hungry for my own release at this point. My cock was straining my trousers, and she was looking at it like she was curious.

  “Do I need to do something for you now?” she asked.

  She sat up a little and reached for the outline of my cock. Her fingers trailed lightly up and down my shaft through the fabric.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I unbuttoned my trousers and guided her hand around the width of me. She started running her fingers along it like she was petting a cat. “Is this right?” she asked.

  “Tighter,” I said. “Faster.”

  She had a very serious expression as she obeyed. Her arms weren’t very strong. But there was something utterly charming about her sudden focus, her quickened breathing as she tried to pump her hand up and down.

  And frankly, it wasn’t going to take much. Just looking at her and I was close to release. Watching her innocence slowly unravel, her repression fall away; it was having such an effect on me. Maybe we weren’t that different in a way. Sure, I was no innocent, but I had shut myself away and tried my best to shove down my emotions. Having her draw this out of me was more of a relief than I could say.

  Her hand was slowing down as she got more tired.

  She shifted position, and I realized she was bringing her mouth to the tip of my cock. She looked at me briefly as if making sure this was all right, before wrapping her little mouth around the head.

  All right? This was the most alluring thing a girl had ever done to me.

  She worked her lips and tongue over me with more authority than I would have guessed. Like deep down she had been waiting for such a moment herself. I’m not sure what did me in so quickly, the sensations or just the sight of her on her knees. The princess of the realm. I was almost disappointed at how quickly I started coming into her mouth. She made a squeak of surprise.

  “Don’t stop,” I ordered her.

  She didn’t. Her lips and tongue stroked up and down, firm and yet soft. I reached for her hair, which hung loose, twisting it back onto her neck as some of my cum leaked out of her lips before she swallowed the rest. Gorgeous as she was, I didn’t want the king to see her all messy with my seed.

  She looked rather dazed, but moved as if to kiss me. I leaned closer to her and realized my leg was a little stiff.

  What time is it?

  Panic swept over me as I took out the pocket watch.

  I only had fifteen minutes to get out of here. I struggled to my feet, my foot catching the edge of the cloak. I almost stumbled on it and tore it off of me. Great move, there, Will.

  “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I have to leave now.”

  “Why? Where are you going?” she cried.

  “To my home. But I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  “Oh—“ She pushed her skirt down and picked up the two pieces of her bodice, her body drawing back up into itself. “I certainly hope so, sir, because…I think I’ve nearly made my decision.”

  “Yes,” I assured her. “Tomorrow. I will be very eager for tomorrow.” But I was already running from her. There was no time. My leg pained me a little, but could be ignored.

  I hadn’t gotten her mask tonight, and I supposed it didn’t matter. I had evidence: the three leaves of the enchanted forest. I would win her hand back in the real world, and then I would be at the mercy of whether she chose to love the real me.

  The king rushed in front of me, blocking my progress down the dark path. He was holding a goblet of wine, and his dark hair was a little disheveled. I imagined him knocking back cup after cup in a rage.

  “You,” he spat. “Who are you, anyway?”

  “Just a faery from another realm.”

  “And where do you think you’re going?”

  “Home.”

  He snorted. “Why?”

  “I have business.”

  “Mmhm. Well, sir, I see that you failed to get her mask. But what fool of a faery dares to cross the King of the Revels? You know perfectly well that I was wooing that girl. I was this close to claiming her for my own before you showed up.”

  “I’m not so sure about that. I also know that you can’t force her to give up her mask, and that she chose me.”

  “If you come back here ever again, I will kill you.”

  I
scoffed. “How honorable of you.” Maybe I should’ve taken his threat more seriously. I didn’t take anything seriously enough by half, Jeannie would say.

  He plucked at the shoulder of my cloak, and I instinctively grabbed it myself, afraid he knew that it was an enchanted cloak, and he might reveal my true self if he tore it away. But instead, he kissed me on the lips.

  Not a romantic kiss by any means. It was the tight, fierce kiss that says, Next time I see you, it shall be as enemies.

  As he drew back, his mouth spread in a slow, sly grin, and he chuckled.

  “The princess is mine,” he said.

  Getting back proved to be a chore. I didn’t dare sneak into the boat, even while invisible. I swam across the river, which luckily ran slow and did not seem to be infested with any unwanted creatures. As a result, I was a sodden mess, but the stairs back into the princess’ bedroom were right where I had left them, past the three enchanted groves. In the real world, that would be a given, but in the faery world, one could never be sure.

  I climbed up, only to find that at the top, the princess’ bed loomed over the stairs. I had to crawl out from under it, past a few motes of dust. The faint light of dawn was just beginning to peep through the windows.

  I heard a gasp.

  The princess was in her bed, with her covers clutched to her neck. Her eyes were round with shock.

  “Who—who—“ She stammered. “How—“

  “How indeed?” I snapped back. “Weren’t you just at the revels?”

  There it was, the strange magic that made me shiver, that reordered the laws of the universe.

  She had an expression of pale horror. There was no recognition in her eyes, of course. “I’m in bed,” she said, her voice shaky. “Clearly, I am in bed.”

  I got to my feet with a little bit of difficulty. My leg was definitely causing some trouble again. I wanted to curse, remembering how easily I had danced. But I had, at least, that much propriety in the presence of the princess.