by Sam Ryder
Shit. We were being controlled, somehow. The magic of these faeries. The allure of the pleasure unfolding before our very eyes. The definition of instant gratification.
We stepped forward again, in lockstep.
Three of the faeries noticed us, peeling themselves apart from the tangle of arms and legs they’d created. One had pink lips and eyes while the other two had turquoise blue. Their lips opened and they offered half smiles, biting their bottom lips. Their tongues flashed out. Each motion was perfectly synchronized, like they were mirror images of each other. It was weird as hell, but also attractive.
I wanted to run like hell and never come back.
I wanted to stay here for the rest of time.
It was the latter thought that unnerved me, because I couldn’t. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a soft voice asked, Why not?
One of the faeries headed for Beat, while the other two broke away and circled me. The pink-eyed one ran a dainty hand across my chest as she curled around behind me. Her hands were so soft, her eyes mesmerizing. I tracked her the whole way, until my head couldn’t go any further without twisting off my neck. The other faery appeared, heading in the other direction, her own fingers tracing a cool line on my shoulder and chest.
She stopped.
Lace’s pleasure-filled scream bit into my ears.
My mouth watered.
The blue-eyed faery kissed me, her tongue like a live firecracker in my mouth.
I tried to pull away—not that I wanted to, but because we weren’t here for this—but my body wouldn’t obey. I closed my eyes as I felt the pink-eyed faery’s body rub against me from behind, her taut breasts pressing against my back. I could feel the points of her nipples on my skin.
My eyes flashed open and I commanded myself to Run!
My body twitched, but didn’t obey, the faery’s tongue still in my mouth. She tasted like flowers smelled after a light rain. Her fingers were like warm wind on my skin, feeling every hard muscle. My chest, my abs, and then lower, slipping beneath my loincloth.
My chin lifted as she touched me, her mouth finding my neck, her tongue teasing me, drawing circles on my skin. Lines. Angles. Lower and lower.
The pink-eyed faery appeared, sliding in beside the other one, following her lead.
Lower, lower…
My loincloth was twisted askew by the smoothest, softest fingers I’d ever felt. I was rock hard, my erection aching with desire. I looked down. The faeries were both naked, their wings fluttering. They began to lick, starting with the tip and running all the way up the shaft. Their tongues touched each other from time to time, and I was forced to close my eyes or explode too soon.
I felt it coming, the climax.
I tried to fight it off, but it was a hurricane ripping through me.
What the…
It didn’t come. I didn’t come.
Before coming to Tor, I wasn’t the most…experienced…guy, but I still knew my own limits. My leveled-up body had taken those limits and pushed them to crazy heights, but they were still there. Even the tallest building in the world had a roof.
Not anymore. Here, in this room with these gorgeous creatures from every male fantasy, I had no roof. My building extended into the clouds, into the stratosphere. I could live in the penultimate moment before the top, always reaching but never quite achieving the feeling I couldn’t help but to crave.
I wanted to live here so badly.
Another faery appeared, this one with emerald-green eyes that drank me in. She kissed me on the lips and said, “Touch me,” in a voice that would’ve given her a very successful career in the phone sex industry. Still, her voice didn’t compare to her body, which was perfection, her silky dress flowing over her toga-style, angled across her chest and leaving one breast naked to the eye while the other was obscured slightly by the thin material.
I touched her, my hands roaming over her skin as she kissed my lips. Then she started to move higher, her wings beating furiously behind her. I craned my neck to try to keep kissing her, but as she slid higher, I tasted her neck and then her exposed breast, my tongue flicking at her nipple.
Her translucent dress fell away. I grasped both of her breasts at once, my mouth taking turns in equal measure. Above me, she made sounds of pleasure, which only spurred me on more. I was still at that ninety-ninth percentile of pleasure, my body unwilling to tip over the edge even as the two faeries took turns sucking my hard penis, tasting every inch.
They grew more vigorous and I swear to the goddesses I was at 99.9999999%, dangling there, each additional nine bringing me ever closer to the thing I wanted more than anything…
Whatthefuckareyoudoing? my mind said in a rush, as if it had only had one second to get out the entire thought before being obliterated by some unseen force.
What was I doing?
Enjoying myself, obviously. But why was I here?
An even scarier question played in my mind: Who am I?
My name—I couldn’t remember my name.
I groaned as the faeries moved. One was still sucking while the other had maneuvered around to my back once more, rubbing against me, flesh on flesh, her shaven vagina pressed against my ass.
The flying green-eyed faery rose higher, my tongue tracking a line from her breasts to her flat stomach and bellybutton, further…
There was no hair, not even the remnants of what had once been. As smooth as ice, but warm and alive.
I wanted to taste every part of this creature, even as others like her were tasting me.
That’s when I spotted Beat in my peripheral vision.
Her muscles were rippling as she moved against three gorgeous faeries of her own. Her head was thrown back, her mouth partly open. She looked so unlike her normal self that it unnerved me. Not because she was enjoying sex, which she deserved to do as much as anyone, but because she seemed to have complete lack of control.
That, more than anything, cut through the fog that had descended over my mind the moment I’d laid eyes on the seductresses in this room.
I remembered who I was: Protector Sam Ryder.
I remembered why I was here: to save Airiel’s life.
I remember where here was: Annakor, the demon fortress.
The latter meant that these faeries, as desirable and beautiful as they were, were somehow in league with the Morgoss. Perhaps they were unwitting pawns, or being controlled like sex slaves the same way Vrill was being controlled except without the collars, but one thing was true:
If we didn’t leave now, we might never leave.
It took all my strength—mental and physical—but I did it. I shoved the flying faery away from me, even as I had the desire to stick out my tongue and taste her lower set of lips.
Her wings prevented her from coming crashing down, but I could immediately see the look of surprise on her face. It wasn’t unlike the shock I’d given the Syrene when I’d rejected their advances back at their magical pool in the middle of the lake. Her next reaction, however, was different.
She didn’t bare fangs and show me her true colors. Because I was already seeing her true colors. She wanted me every bit as I wanted her. Fully naked, she flew back toward me, biting her bottom lip in that way that made me go crazy. She touched herself between her legs too.
Soo not helping.
They were sex slaves then. I still had the desire to give into their every touch, especially because one continued to work on me down below and another from behind, grinding against me, but I’d crossed a line and I refused to fall back behind it.
I didn’t want to hurt these poor, beautiful creatures, but I had to get them away from me. I backed up quickly, which dislodged the one in front from my cock, and knocked the one grinding against my ass to the floor. The one flying toward me continued to close in, but I stopped and dove forward beneath her, grabbing my hammer—when had I even dropped it? I couldn’t remember—from the ground.
I rose to my feet in a single motion, darting left toward
Beat, whose eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure. One faery was flying upside down, kissing her. Another was caressing her muscular body from behind. And the third was eating her out.
I found it odd that I was the one rescuing her from sex rather than the other way around, considering our histories. Perhaps sex was like alcohol, and all my…activities since I’d arrived on this planet were finally paying off, my tolerance built up enough to resist the pull if and when I needed to.
I grabbed the faery on her back and shoved her away. The one between her legs was easily knocked aside with a prod of my foot, and the hovering one required a quick shove.
These faeries were not the warrior kind. They didn’t want anything but to pleasure us as we pleasured them.
It was sad that their lives were boiled down to this one thing, as erotic as the concept was.
Beat tried to hit me, catching me completely by surprise. Luckily, I was quick enough to flinch back and her powerful punch only glanced off my jaw. Even still, it hurt like hell. So I did the obvious thing when facing a half-naked best friend addicted to faery sex.
I slapped her.
I slapped her fucking hard.
So hard that her head snapped around and then rebounded back to face me, her eyes blazing with a fire that made me want to cheer even as she said, “You must have a fucking death wish, Ryder.”
Yay. My Beat was back.
“And you can kill me just as soon as we grab Lace and get the fuck out of this room.”
She started at that, her head flinching back and forth as if awakening from a strange dream. We were surrounded by neon-eyed faeries wearing next to nothing. The way they moved toward us was almost magnetic, and we were the metal. “Holy shit,” Beat said, which summed up my thoughts nicely.
I spotted a door on one of the walls, the one near where Lace continued to get it on with two other faeries, one of which she was scissoring with, their hips locked together as they gyrated.
The weirdest thing about the door, however, was that it was partly open. Not on the side, like a normal door, but at the bottom. It was open about a foot, perhaps just enough for someone as slender and catlike as Lace to slide through. Beat and I would get stuck if we attempted such a maneuver.
Beat was staring at the same thing, shoving one of the relentless faeries as she tried to kiss her ear. Another was reaching for my dick, but I held her off with a hand, my arm long enough to keep her at bay. We were about to be overrun by sex-starved faeries. Again.
“It’s fluttering,” Beat said.
At first, I didn’t understand what she meant, thinking she was referring to the faeries’ wings, which were, indeed, fluttering. But she was looking at the part-open door. It was moving up and down slightly. I glanced at Lace, who was thrusting her hips, then back at the door.
The instant revelation was more unexpected than anything I’d seen in this madhouse. The door seemed to be opening and closing in sync with Lace’s thrusts. Somehow the door was tied to her level of pleasure.
“We have to fuck to get out,” I said. There was nothing for it. I led Beat toward Lace, so that when the door did open, we would be as close as possible.
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Beat and I were careful to face away from each other on the padded area Lace currently occupied. Seeing a friend have sex was an instant turn off. And we both needed to stay turned on if we were going to escape this room. I didn’t mind being in view of Lace, who had been a friend with benefits for a while now.
This time, when the faeries came for us, we didn’t refuse their advances. But I also guarded my mind, and I was certain Beat was doing the same thing. We needed to enjoy ourselves without getting lost in the pleasure. Having the door open all the way only to find ourselves unwilling to leave would be a travesty of epic proportions.
I watched as Lace and the faery she was scissoring with changed positions, twisting around into a classic 69, their breasts rubbing against each other as they passed by. Then they got to work taking their pleasure to a new level.
I hardened instantaneously, just in time for one of the approaching faeries to fly overhead and turn herself around. She lowered herself, the curves of her gorgeous hips and ass pressing onto me. And then I entered her.
She rode me reverse cowgirl style, her body like a crashing wave with me as the shoreline. The current flowed her out and then crash! Each crash sent shivers of pleasure through me. Another faery chose to sit on my face and I probed at her with my tongue. The entire time I fought against falling over that line that led into a pit of oblivion.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched the door.
It was halfway open now. Our absurd have-more-sex plan was actually working.
Encouraged by the sight of the open door, I licked harder and simultaneously reached out to grab the hips of the faerie that was riding me. My touch seemed to spur her on more and she thrust harder, harder, pushing me closer to the point that was 0.0001% short of the finish line.
Holy holy holy.
I felt a third faery down there, her tongue working its way into the tiniest space that separated the riding faery and me. The added lubrication made my mind start to spin. I fought against it, telling myself You’re a Warrior, the Protector, Level 3, the goddesses need you, they need you they—
I made a sound from deep within my throat as the symphony I’d become a part of reached a crescendo, and yet still not enough to end the concert completely.
The door had risen three-quarters of the way to the top. Lace had switched positions again, on her knees with two other faeries, their tongues and breasts pressing together as their fingers probed lower, moving in and out of each other.
The door moved higher still, until it vanished into the top of the frame.
The way was clear.
But holy goddesses, I didn’t want to leave now, not when I was so close to feeling something that I was pretty sure no mortal had ever felt before the release to end all releases.
Plus, there was that little problem I’d known about for a while now. How fast would the door drop once we stopped…uh…thrusting?
I continued to eye the door, unable to move because of the humming sensation buzzing through my nether region and brain, connected by blood and chemicals and nerve endings. I was falling back over the line, bit by bit. If I fell too far, pulling myself back would be impossible.
“Ryder,” Beat said, her voice straining due to her own mental battle between logic and pleasure.
“I know, Beat. We gotta go-ohh!” My last word was higher pitched than the others and tapered into a groan as the faery doubled down, increasing the speed of her rodeo ride.
“Not. Sure. If. I. Can,” Beat said. Each word was a fight for her now, one she was beginning to lose.
“Yes, you can. You’re the baddest ass chick I’ve ever met in my life. These faeries effed with the wrong woman. On my count.” I hesitated, because one of the faeries was looking at me now. She was on her knees on the padded area, one hand touching herself between her legs and the other on her breast. The expression on her face was sad and confused. It said one thing to me:
Take me with you.
And then it was gone as she felt something that threw her head back and made her gasp with delight. When her chin dropped and she focused on me again there was only desire in her expression. On hands and knees, she crawled toward me, and I could sense the things she wanted to do to me.
“One,” I managed to croak.
“Faster,” Beat said, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or the faeries she was locked with.
“Two,” I said. The faery was right in front of me now, one of her breasts pressing against my mouth. My tongue fought to escape my lips, to partake of this lovely creature. “I’ll grab Lace,” I said, my lips brushing against her nipple, which stood hard and erect.
“Agreed,” Beat said, which told me just how close she was to losing herself in this room. Normally she’d be the one volunteering for the most dangerous shit.
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The faery in front of me reared up like a cobra, her wings fluttering, her smooth skin skating past my mouth, leading straight to the promised land.
I was ninety-nine percent gone. I could feel it in my bones, including the one inside the other faery, who continued to ride me like a bucking bronco.
But I had that one percent left. It had to be enough. It was enough.
“Three!” I shouted.
Feeling horrible and regretful even as I did it, I threw the faery aside. Another was on my left, trying to get to me, but I was already moving, reaching forward to grip the rider’s ass and lift her up. She slid off me and I moaned with pleasure and desire.
No, I thought. This is a prison.
I had the presence of mind to glance toward the door, which had begun to close the instant the faeries weren’t touching me. It started to drop faster, presumably because Beat had also dislodged her partners.
We were moving too slow, but I knew we could still make it if we ran. Beat and I could make it.
But not Lace, who continued to tongue kiss and fondle two other faeries, a circle of sex.
I’d left an ally behind once more before in Vrill. Now she was forced to work for the Morgoss, resisting in her own strong way but paying the price in the form of daily torture that left her scarred.
I wouldn’t leave someone else behind.
“Buy me some time!” I shouted to Beat, who had already rolled off the pad, trying to simultaneously readjust her loin bikini, which was twisted and askew. She nodded and bolted for the door, slapping away the faery hands that reached for her.
I crawled over to Lace, ignoring the soft hands that ran down my back and ass. I stuck my hands right in the thick of the orgy, alternating between the desire to break them up or join them. “Arrr,” I growled, fighting off the latter thought and shoving the two faeries away with each hand.
Lace, looking bewildered as she kissed at the air, her tongue flashing out, turned toward me. Her confused expression morphed, flashing with anger. She hissed, baring her fangs, and then slashed at me, claws out.
I snapped my head back, barely avoiding the blow as her claws whistled past. I could try to slap some sense into her, but we didn’t have time. In my peripheral vision I could see that Beat had reached the door and was now standing between the frame, her arms out as if she was holding a weighted bar on her shoulders at the gym. The door was pressing down against her as she shoved against it.