An Unseelie Understanding

by Amy Sumida

  “All right, Riley,” Drostan murmured as he looked me up and down slowly. “It seems that we have another Understanding.”

  “No!” Conall shouted as he lurched forward.

  Drostan's knights intercepted Conall and quickly overpowered him. His sword fell into the grass, but then Conall's hands filled with light. I glanced his way in surprise; remembering a time when Drostan had used that very magic. Except it hadn't been Drostan; it was Conall in Drostan's body. That was why the assassin had been so shocked; he had known that the light magic wasn't Drostan's.

  Before Conall could use his magic against them, the Unseelie soldiers bound Conall's hands behind his back with black manacles. The light winked out as soon as they were in place. As Conall fought and shouted, Drostan turned me so that Conall could watch him rub his hands casually over my body.

  “Take him to the main road and release him,” Drostan said as he kept his eyes on me. “I need to explore this new arrangement with my concubine.”

  Conall was pulled away, and Drostan led me back into the castle. I controlled myself and didn't look back. Nor did I cry.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  “Show me what I've bought with Conall's life,” Drostan demanded as soon as we were alone in his chambers. “What is the sweet, obedient Riley like?”

  “Come here, and I'll show you,” I purred as I led him to the bed.

  Drostan smiled lasciviously as I slid his pants down his legs; nuzzling his cock as I did. Beneath his pants, he was still wearing the leather outfit from the ritual. I undid the straps and tossed them to the floor. After Drostan was completely naked, he reclined on the bed, and I went to the wooden chest against the wall. I found the bottle of oil he kept there and brought it back to the bed with me.

  “Turn onto your stomach, Your Majesty,” I said as I climbed onto the mattress beside him.

  Drostan immediately rolled onto his stomach. I poured some oil into my hands and began massaging his back and shoulders. Drostan groaned and relaxed beneath me as I took my time working the knots out of his thick muscles. I moved downward; over his ass, and then his legs. I knew every inch of his body, but it felt as if I were touching him for the first time, and, in a way, I was. This was the first time that I truly knew who Drostan was, and with that knowledge came the certainty that this man—this real Drostan—would not hesitate to hurt me if it got him what he wanted. I had to tread lightly with the Unseelie King.

  And perhaps get a little creative.

  I lowered my body to slide my nipples over the back of Drostan's calves as I moved back up his legs, and Drostan murmured appreciatively. Then I pushed my palms firmly up and over his ass, and as I did, I slipped my thumbs lightly over his asshole. Drostan twitched and moaned. I paused there and massaged him harder; dipping the edge of one thumb inside before moving down to massage his balls.

  “I think I like this Riley,” Drostan said as he rolled over. “What ever will you do with my front?”

  “Be patient,” I chided him. “I've only just begun.”

  Inside me, I was screaming; praying that Conall was safe and that he'd tell Trenton to give up this insane pursuit of me. I didn't want to be the cause of a war, and I certainly didn't want to be the cause of either Trenton or Conall's death. Although I didn't want to be Drostan's concubine either. At least I was familiar with his callousness, and I knew how to work with it. I would survive Drostan, but, if Trenton or Conall returned to Unseelie, the men I loved might not. Yes; I loved them both. With Conall's speech, I realized that Drostan's horrible behavior—the mood swings that had nipped my blossoming affections in the bud—had been purely Drostan, while the things I admired about him had been all Conall. My heart was finally free to love Conall, but—ironically—I was not. Perhaps that was why I could accept my feelings so easily; I didn't have the freedom to act on them.

  I forced a smile as I massaged Drostan's lower legs and then moved up to his thighs. Drostan tensed as I neared his cock, but I skirted around it and straddled his chest to massage his pecs as I ground my pussy against the hard dips of his stomach. The angles of his muscles were like a finger against my clit, and I moaned as I tried to lose myself to the pleasure.

  “You're a tease,” Drostan murmured as he played with my nipples. “I think I like it.”

  “Do you?” I whispered before I placed a quick kiss on his lips.

  I lowered myself down his body and started sucking and biting his nipples. Drostan held me to him and inhaled sharply as I rubbed his nipples into hard buds. Then I squeezed them tightly, and his whole body jerked. I kissed and bit my way down his stomach—stopping to dip my tongue into his bellybutton—and finally took hold of his cock. Drostan groaned as I rubbed my oily hands all over him; massaging his dick as I had the rest of his body.

  “Did you like watching me watch you?” I asked him as I eased one of my hands down to work his balls. “Did you enjoy making me jealous?”

  “Were you jealous?” Drostan lifted a surprised brow.

  “Maybe,” I whispered.

  “Oh, Riley, I think perhaps we shall get along just fine.” Drostan rubbed a thumb over my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth. “Just fine,” he murmured. “And yes; I enjoyed watching you watch me. I admit that I felt more pleasure from your eyes on me than I did from the sacrifice. I think I shall bring more women here to fuck before you. I'd like to watch you pleasure yourself as I take them.”

  “And then you'll take me?” I asked as I lowered my mouth to his cock.

  I kept my stare locked with Drostan's as I sucked him slowly. His eyes blazed, and his hand went to my cheek.

  “Yes, my darling concubine; then I'll take you,” he promised. “I'll fuck you in front of those fairy women, and show them how much more you excite me. How you rouse my ardor as they never could; with those dark eyes of yours—brimming with mystery and promise, those luscious tits that fill my hands with their heavy flesh, and that tight pussy with its berry-sweet juices spiced with humanity.”

  “You truly find me more desirable than them?” I asked with real surprise.

  “Of course I do, Riley,” Drostan said with a frown. “How could you doubt it? I manipulated the vows of an Understanding—coming very close to breaking it—and nearly started a war to have you. I did not do those things on a whim; for some fleeting desire that I could find with another woman. You are a precious to me.”

  I gaped at Drostan as his words sank in. He may be harsh and arrogant, and he even may be incapable of love, but King Drostan desired me powerfully. And that kind of desire could be used; it could be turned against him. I just needed to figure out how to manipulate it. I'd start with letting Drostan believe that he had won... and that he had the potential to win so much more than my body.

  “Perhaps we will get along, Your Majesty,” I whispered as I lowered my lips to him again.

  Drostan groaned as I started sucking his cock with passionate murmurs, and then I slipped my finger slowly up his ass and massaged him. He came in a roaring surge, and I drank him down with grim determination. Drostan shivered and sighed in satisfaction as I sat up. I climbed up his muscled body, pushed him down, and positioned myself over his face. His eyes went wide.

  “Now, it's your turn, my King,” I purred. “You don't want to leave your concubine unsatisfied, do you?”

  Drostan's answer was to start licking me eagerly. He grabbed my hips and pulled my pussy more tightly to his mouth as he laved me. His tongue was a firm, wet, warm velvet; working at me insistently. Drostan slid that velvet up my pussy and then covered my clit with his mouth to suck it hard. I screamed out in ecstasy; threading my fingers through his long hair and pulling his face against me.

  Suddenly, Drostan pushed me backward onto the mattress and followed me down. He was hard again and thrust himself into me while I was still trembling through my orgasm. The ecstasy renewed, and I came again; grabbing his ass to pull him deeper as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts.

  Drostan held himself above
me and pounded into my body, but I cradled his face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss him passionately. He moaned into my mouth and tangled his tongue with mine; his whole demeanor shifting with our kiss. When he finally pulled away, his expression had softened.

  “You're right,” Drostan whispered. “This is so much better than forcing you.”

  “Wait until morning, when I give you your first blowjob of the day,” I teased.

  “Oh, I'm not waiting, Riley.” Drostan pushed me down between his legs. “You'll be sleeping with your face beside my cock. Whenever it rises, you shall attend it.”

  “What?” I blinked in shock as he laid back on the bed.

  “Right here.” Drostan patted his thigh.

  “You're kidding, right?”

  “No; I'm not.” Drostan's expression hardened. “You didn't seriously believe that a massage and a fuck would get you into my good graces, did you? You have just begun to work off the debt of Conall's life. Now, lay down.”

  I crawled over to him and laid between his legs. He moved my head so that I was pillowed by his thigh; his limp cock nearby. Drostan eased his other leg between my thighs and the hard bone of his shin parted my pussy. I was trapped in place when he pulled the blanket over us. Heat collected and lifted his woodsy scent to fill my nose. I felt as if I were being smothered in him, and yet I wanted more. I wrapped my arms around his corded thigh and hugged him tighter to me as I nuzzled closer to his cock. Its silky flesh settled against my lips, and I couldn't help giving it a goodnight kiss.

  “Make sure that you attend me, Riley,” Drostan said as he stroked my cheek. “If you miss a single cock rising, I will be very unhappy.”

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  I was sucking Drostan's cock for the fifth time when our breakfast was brought in the next morning. My jaw ached, and I was aroused to the point of desperation. Drostan would rub his leg into me while I sucked him, but that was all, and he went right back to sleep after he came. I couldn't believe how many times he had come or how often he had roused. The twitching of his cock would wake me—moving insistently over my lips—and by the third time it hardened, I was automatically opening my mouth to him.

  “Put the food down and come here, Emelda,” Drostan said to the servant woman.

  I heard a shuffling, and then the blanket was pulled aside, and cool air hit my flushed face.

  “That's enough, Riley.” Drostan stroked the sweaty hair back from my face.

  I sat up and eyed the maid who stood patiently nearby. She was beautiful—as most sidhe women were—and her lips twitched with excitement. Drostan climbed out of bed and went to stand behind her. He bent her over the mattress, threw her skirts over her head, and pushed her panties down. She didn't make a sound until Drostan began to finger her pussy. Then Emelda began to moan.

  “Come here and see how wet she is, Riley,” Drostan said.

  I obediently went over and watched as he fingered Emelda. The maid cried out appreciatively beneath her skirts. She was dripping over Drostan's hand. He spread her pussy so I could see her pink flesh, and then thrust his finger into her.

  “Bend over on the mattress beside her and play with yourself until I get to you,” he said to me.

  “Or I could suck your balls as you fuck her,” I offered sweetly.

  Drostan jerked—his eyes going wide—and then smiled slowly.

  “Start sucking,” he growled.

  I went to kneel between Drostan and the woman; facing him. Drostan slid his cock into her pussy, and I started tonguing his balls. My hands slid around his thighs and then upward to knead his ass and pull him deeper into Emelda. It slammed his balls into my mouth, and I began to suck them and moan. Drostan cried out in ecstasy as he lowered one of his hands to my head. But I was far from done. I released his balls to drag my tongue over the underside of his cock every time he pulled out.

  Drostan came in three seconds flat; yanking out of Emelda to shove his cock into my mouth. I swallowed his cum; savoring the sweetness on my tongue.

  “Very nice, indeed, Riley,” Drostan said as he helped me up. “And you as well, Emelda.” He pulled her skirts down and then helped her to her feet. “Come back for the breakfast tray in half an hour and bring a friend with you.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty!” Emelda curtsied and hurried out of the room.

  “Shall I feed you breakfast?” I asked calmly.

  “Yes,” Drostan said. “Get up on the table and dish the food out onto your belly; I want to eat it off you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  “What in all of Tirne is going on?” Hugo shrieked as he dropped onto the table in Drostan's private library. “The entire court is buzzing about how our king switched places with Sir Conall, and how he tricked Conall and stole you away from him. And now all the women are vying to get in on one of your little fuck sessions.”

  “I'm making do with what I have,” I muttered.

  “Oh, fuck,” Hugo whispered. “How much do you hate King Drostan?”

  “A whole fucking lot,” I growled. “I stayed because I had to. Drostan bound me with an Understanding, and then he was going to kill Conall. So, I offered to be the best concubine he ever had if he would let Conall live.”

  “Sweet fucking fairies!” Hugo exclaimed. “I'm so sorry, Riley. An Understanding is nearly impossible to break free of.”

  “Nearly?” I froze.

  “What?” Hugo froze too.

  “You said it was nearly impossible,” I repeated. “That means that it isn't impossible.”

  “Well...”

  “Hugo!” I leaned forward on the table toward him. “Please! If there's a way out of this, you must tell me.”

  “There isn't,” he whispered.

  “Hugo!”

  “You'd have to kill the King!” He hissed and then covered his mouth with both of his hands.

  “Oh,” I sat back.

  “Yeah,” he said morosely as his hands fell away from his face. “And that in itself is nearly impossible.”

  “Not to mention the fact that I'm not a killer,” I huffed.

  “There's one other way,” he said softly.

  “What?”

  “You and King Drostan need to both agree that the Understanding is completed,” Hugo said. “If both of you state that you are satisfied, the magic will be as well.”

  “That will never happen.” I sighed.

  “I know. I'm sorry, Riley, but I think you've chosen the best option; just make Drostan as happy as possible.”

  “Yeah; you're right,” I whispered.

  “Hey, it's not that bad.” Hugo gave me a friendly pat. “You get some pleasure from it, and he treats you well now, right?”

  “I guess.”

  “Just keep using those lady bits to your best advantage,” he said. “If you need to talk, I'll be back.”

  And Hugo, my only friend in the Unseelie Court, disappeared.

  “Hey!” I whined. But there was a reason for his sudden exit.

  “Right there, Jenny,” Drostan said as he came into the room with two women. “And Vivienne, you go on the other side.”

  The women smiled wickedly at me as they took off their clothes and bent over the library table I was sitting at; patiently waiting for their king to fuck them. They were both small-chested—like most sidhe women—but they had rounded asses, which I knew Drostan favored. I had come to know his tastes well; he liked his women as curvy as possible.

  “Riley, you come and lie between them,” Drostan commanded. “I want you face up.”

  I started to obey him, but he stopped me.

  “No; take off your clothes first.”

  I slipped out of my clothes and climbed up on the table before lying back.

  “Spread your arms out to the ladies, Riley,” Drostan said as he positioned himself behind Vivienne. “And ladies, if you wouldn't mind sucking my concubine's breasts, I would be very happy indeed.”

  The women curled up beside me, and each claimed a breast.
They began sensually sucking and stroking my breasts as Drostan spread Vivienne's ass cheeks and angled himself inside her.

  “Oh yes,” Drostan groaned as he reached over and started rubbing my clit. “Do you like that, Riley? Do you like how they suck on your tits?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I said my part as expected.

  “Good,” Drostan said as he moved over to Jenny.

  He started slamming into Jenny, and she moaned; licking me faster and squeezing the mound of my breast with her fingers.

  “Do you like pleasuring my concubine, Jenny?” Drostan asked.

  “Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” Jenny purred. “She has such lovely, large breasts.”

  “Would you like to lick her pussy while I fuck her?” Drostan offered generously.

  “I want to lick her pussy!” Vivienne whined.

  “You can lick my asshole and balls,” Drostan offered. “I've developed a liking for that.”

  “Oh, thank you, Your Majesty!” Vivienne knelt on the floor before me and waited for Drostan to move over from fucking Jenny.

  When he had me nice and wet, Drostan did just that. He pulled out of Jenny and thrust his cock into me. Jenny crawled further up on the table and lowered her face over my pussy. As Drostan drove into me, she lapped at my clit. I moaned as one of her hands drifted back to my breasts and began to pinch my nipples. She really was fascinated with them.

  “That's it, Jenny; flick your tongue across her swollen clit,” Drostan said encouragingly as he stroked the hair away from her face. “Doesn't she taste sweet?”

  “Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” Jenny murmured against me.

  “Vivienne, try to suck my balls completely into your mouth. Yes; like that.” Drostan shifted my legs further apart. “Now, suck on your finger and stick it into Riley's ass. I want to feel you stroking my cock through her flesh.”