“Precisely. You are mine.” Drostan lowered his face to mine. “That is our agreement. You fuck only me or who I tell you to fuck. You had some freedom in Seelie, but that is over. I hope you enjoyed yourself because, from this point forward, my cock will be the only one penetrating your pussy.”
“Who are you?” I gaped at him.
Drostan gave a start and stared at me with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Who are you?” I repeated. “It's like Jekyll and Hyde with you sometimes. One minute you adore me, and the next you're cruel.”
“Oh.” He looked uncomfortable. “Perhaps I can be harsh sometimes.”
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked gently. “Has something happened to upset you?”
“I'm fine,” Drostan said stiffly. “Come along; the altar should be set up by now.”
“The what?” I gasped.
“The fertility altar.” Drostan led me out of the castle and around the side of the building; into a clearing set right before his bedroom window.
Drostan waved to a low, wooden table that had been placed in the center of the clearing. It was about waist height and had a padded top. Strange symbols were painted on the fabric covering and down its wooden legs. There were also bits of wood protruding from the legs, and leather loops at each corner of the table. Drostan picked me up and sat me on top of it.
“Lay back,” he commanded.
I laid back on the altar, and he lifted my feet onto the protrusions on the table legs; they were footholds. My legs spread open wide, and Drostan set himself between them.
“Now, take hold of the handles.” He waved at the leather loops above my head.
I grabbed the straps; shifting my cloak in the process. Drostan pushed it open the rest of the way, and I was bared completely. I glanced around nervously at the fairies setting up garlands of flowers in the trees around us. They smiled our way and went back to their preparations.
“Very nice.” Drostan murmured as he drew a hand over my torso; pulling on the chain between my breasts as he did.
“Your concubine makes quite a lovely offering, Your Majesty,” a Gancanagh man said. “Will you be testing the altar with her?”
“Indeed,” Drostan said as he undid his belt. “You may attend us if you wish.”
The workers gleefully dropped what they were doing to gather around the altar. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that Drostan and I were alone.
“Open your eyes, Riley,” Drostan commanded as he slid into me. “This is what it means to be a king's concubine. You have duties to fulfill that will sometimes involve the court.”
I opened my eyes just as Drostan shoved himself deep; the shiver chains rocketing my pleasure as he hit my clit. Drostan started a slow grind; one hand reaching up to pull on the golden chain between my breasts. I moaned as the loops sent twinges of delight through my nipples, and Drostan stared hungrily at the way my breasts moved.
And then the fairies around us took out their cocks and started stroking them. I looked around me in shock, but Drostan only smiled.
“It's part of the ritual,” Drostan explained. “They're only doing their parts to give us an authentic experience. You will be filled with seed and covered in it.”
I glanced around at the variety of cocks on display. There were the perfect, silky shafts of the sidhe male and the gancanagh, but then there was the little stump of a goblin—looking even smaller when compared to the massive cock of the redcap and the horse cock of the kelpie. The sound of flesh working flesh filled the air around me; adding to the wet slapping coming from between my legs.
“Sweet Goddess; she be a sloshin',” the redcap murmured and then took a deep breath. “And she smells sweet as nectar.”
“You may anoint yourselves with my concubine's honey, and ease your ministrations,” Drostan proclaimed generously as he slipped out of my pussy.
The fairies came around to the end of the table eagerly, and my eyes widened as the gancanagh set his palm to my pussy and started to rub me. I began to close my legs automatically, but Drostan grabbed a thigh and pulled it open again.
“This is not about your wants or mine, it's about duty; you are required to ease them on behalf of the Goddess. It is an honor,” Drostan growled. “Be grateful that I'm not taking you to the actual festival. If you were truly one of the offerings, you'd be fucking them all, not just providing them with lubrication.”
Hand nicely wet, the gancanagh started rubbing his cock again as he eased to the side of the table; giving me a smooth smile as he went. Next up was the kelpie; he set his cool hand to me and leaned forward to smile at me with straight, horse teeth. His seaweed hair dripped water across my belly.
“I don't need your juices, my lady,” the kelpie said. “But I'm not passing up the opportunity to touch your precious, pink pussy.”
He rubbed his wide hand over me and slipped a long finger inside me. The kelpie's hand was webbed, and when he angled his thumb up to rub my clit, the webbing pressed against me and teased me further. He took his wet hand away and slid to the side, but before he set his palm to his cock, he licked a finger slowly.
