“You think that I'm cruel,” Drostan said as the massage ended, “but I've been lenient with you. If another slave had disobeyed me, I would have had her set in the courtyard pillory—bound at neck and wrists—and allowed my fairies to fuck her at their leisure. Would you have preferred that, Riley?” He purred as his fingers dipped below the water and trailed over my sex.
He began to slide them gently over me, and I wriggled against him automatically.
“Would you have liked to be bent over; your head and hands stuck through the wood slats while your ass was held high by a block of stone beneath your hips? You'd be naked; your feet spread wide by a bar so that your sex was on display and available to all who wanted it.”
Drostan slipped a finger inside me and started massaging my breast with his other hand. He kissed my neck and then bit it hard before lifting his mouth to my ear again.
“They'd tease you first; just like this.” He began to thrust his finger into me faster. “They'd crouch beneath you to suck your luscious tits, and then they'd pinch your nipples like this.” He pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out. “The women would slap you and encourage the men to fuck you in every hole. Anyone who wanted you could have you. The Trolls with their giant cocks would fill your mouth until you gagged. The Cu-sidhes would howl and lap at your pussy until you were so wet that they could slide their dicks into you over and over without resistance. They would cheer each other on as they made you cum, and then they would watch the other fairies take you while they waited for their next turn.”
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“I'm just telling you what I could have done to punish you,” he said gently. “Was I not so fond of you.”
Drostan turned me around and positioned me over his hard cock. He slid me down on his dick and then lifted his hips into me; fucking me in a slow grind. I fell forward, but he pushed me up so that he could suck on my nipples roughly.
“That's how the Goblins like to suck tits; hard and wet,” he went on. “They'd need to bring a barrel over to fuck you, but they're determined little fuckers, and they would. They wouldn't fuck your pussy either; they'd make use of your tight ass. But at least their dicks are small; so they wouldn't stretch you out. The Gancanaghs would appreciate that. Those are the love talkers, and they have magical voices that make you desire them. You'd be dripping in need within five seconds of them speaking to you. You'd beg for them to fuck you, but they'd only laugh as one of their women slid a dildo into your pussy instead. They'd fuck their women as their women fucked you, and you would cry for their cocks in desperation. But your cries would be muffled by the pussy one of their women would shove into your face. And you'd lick that lady's slit eagerly; you'd do whatever they wanted just to get them to fuck you.”
“You're fucking disgusting,” I growled.
Drostan held my chin and forced me to look at him. “The Sidhe men would wait until you were nice and tender before they hosed you down—both inside and out—making sure that you were clean enough to fuck. They would take every opening you had and fill them all at once; one in your mouth, one thrusting in your pussy, and one filling your ass. They take great pride in being able to dominate a woman in such a way. And they would make you come as they did it.”
The pleasure was tightening in my belly as Drostan started to rub my clit with his thumb. He held me to him tightly with his other hand, and then pushed me back; rolling over me so that I was beneath him. I grabbed the rim of the tub to hold myself up, and his hands went right beside mine. Drostan began to thrust into me with steady strokes.
“The Kelpies would come next—with their thick, horse dicks—and they would pummel your dripping holes; made loose by those before them,” Drostan went on mercilessly. “You'd still be dazed from the love talkers—still in horrible need. You'd love every moment of those kelpie cocks bucking into your sloshing slit.”
Drostan bucked up into me wildly to demonstrate.
“When the rest of the court had finished with you, the Pixies would take what was left,” he whispered sweetly. “They would rub their little pricks all over you; on your face, between your lips, in your ears, in the cracks of your toes, and of course, they would flock to your pussy and ass. They would fill you up with so many tiny cocks that you'd think a full-sized man was fucking you. The smaller ones might even shove their lower bodies into your wet cunt so they could lie within that erotic embrace as they massaged your clit with eager hands and laved it with tiny tongues. Then their women would arrive, and they'd screw on your back; spreading their seed on your skin and in your hair. By the time I released you in the morning, you'd be filled and covered in cum and begging to serve me... or maybe you'd be begging me to let you stay locked up.”
Drostan lifted me out of the tub, setting my ass on the rim, and started sucking on my clit. He fingered me swiftly as he sucked and then licked me until I came in a screaming, shuddering rush. When it was over, Drostan let me slip down into the warm water, and he slid back into me.
“Now, do you still think that I'm cruel, or do you prefer my treatment of you to the alternative?” Drostan asked as he began to fuck me ferociously.
“You know my answer,” I muttered.
“Say it, Riley!” Drostan snapped as the water churned around us. “Tell me that you will obey me from this moment on, or I will take you into the courtyard this very instant!”
I ground my teeth together angrily.
“I will do it, Riley,” Drostan threatened. “Is that what you want? Are you craving a kelpie cock in your ass?”
“I will obey you!” I shouted.
Drostan gave one final thrust and came violently.
Chapter Seven
After Drostan had dried us off, he carried me back into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He climbed onto the mattress beside me, pulled the covers up around us, and tucked me in against his side. Then he gently stroked my hair and kissed my forehead before he drifted off to sleep. I stared across the muscled expanse of Drostan's chest and wondered how my life had come to this... and how I felt about it. My emotions were churning inside me; I couldn't decide whether I had enjoyed what Drostan had done or hated it. It made me feel humiliated and angry while also making me feel desired and really naughty—in a good way. I was going insane.
And it had only just begun.
I fell into a fitful sleep and woke groggily to the sound of the bedroom door opening. I blinked my eyes up at two men who were looming over me. One of them was Drostan, and the other was a stranger. I glanced at the stranger and ended up doing a double take. He had green hair. It was dark green, and kind of subtle, but still green; with the sheen of tropical leaves. This guy's skin was normal—though a tad pale—but his eyes were even greener than his hair; a bright, verdant hue that seemed to glow from within. Just like Drostan's eyes were doing.
“Well done, Your Majesty; you found her,” the green-eyed stranger said. Then his eyes narrowed on my undressed and rumpled state. “How long has she been here?” He growled as he glared at Drostan.
“Two nights.” Drostan smirked.
“You weren't supposed to—”
