I had a glimpse, out of the side of my eye, of Drostan working his cock steadily as he stared at my pussy. But then the sidhe man stepped up to me. He used both of his hands to work me into a frenzy—using one to finger fuck me wildly while he used the heel of his other palm to grind into my clit. Pleasure was pooling low in my pelvis and starting to spread. I couldn't hold on any longer; I came with a shrieking cry.
“Congratulations.” Drostan slapped the fairy's back as the man moved to the side. “Well done.”
“We got her primed for you,” the gancanagh teased.
I rolled my head in the groggy aftershocks of my orgasm and blinked at Drostan in confusion.
“The man who first brings the offering to orgasm is blessed with fertility for the next year,” Drostan explained. “It's not necessarily true with you, since you are only priming the altar, but it's possible.”
The sidhe man grinned widely and started working his cock with his wet hands. Then the goblin stepped up—his head barely over the edge of the altar—and rubbed at me quickly with the whole of his little hand. He licked the tip of a finger and winked at me before he hurried away. The goblin climbed back on the stool he had brought to the table and started working his cock fervently as he licked his lips and admired my body. That's when the redcap stepped up. Blood dripped from his cap onto my thigh, but no one seemed to notice. I didn't at first either; I was too focused on the massive hand that covered my entire pussy and draped onto my belly. He rubbed me a couple of times and then slid a thick finger into me. It was nearly the size of Drostan's cock. The redcap grinned as he rotated his finger inside me; his pinky prodding my ass. I trembled and he poked his pinky in with a secret wink at me. He fucked me with his two fingers until I was writhing, and then pulled his hand away to reveal how one finger glistened with moisture. The redcap lowered his hand to his enormous cock and happily rubbed the liquid onto himself as he moved away.
“Looks like the Goddess gave me a taste of you, after all, my lady,” the redcap murmured.
An image flashed through my mind; of the same redcap with his mouth posed over my pussy. Drostan shifted back into position and thrust himself into me. I cried out as he went straight into a savage tempo. Was this the same man who couldn't stand the Unseelie touching me—even in punishment? I was so confused, and my head was reeling with ecstasy; I couldn't think straight. With Drostan's cock plunging in and out of me, and all of the other dicks being worked by eager hands around me, I was reeling in rapture. The men around the table matched Drostan's speed, and mere seconds after Drostan cried out and spilled into me, the other men came across my body. Hot ribbons of fairy cum painted my belly, tits, and face; sending me surging into another orgasm myself.
“What a pretty picture you make,” Drostan murmured as he slid his cock back into his pants, “with that red velvet background and your body covered in cum. The Goddess will be pleased, even if you aren't the actual offering.”
The men around us bent their heads and murmured a prayer. I just gaped at them and down at myself before I laid my head back and closed my eyes in mortification. This was so fucked up.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Drostan wanted to make sure that I watched the festival. So, he brought in the cross that he had used for my punishment, and set it up near the window. Before he left to attend the festivities, he manacled me to the cross. Then he buckled a leather contraption around my waist; it had straps that went between my legs. After a few quick licks of my pussy, Drostan slipped a dildo into me and then buckled the straps tightly to hold it in place.
“I wouldn't leave you with nothing,” he said gently as he stroked the hair back from my face. “When you need to, you can grind against this fake cock and the leather strap to bring yourself some relief.”
“I'm not going to get off on watching you with another woman,” I growled.
“You may, or you may not enjoy it, but you will watch, Riley,” he warned me. “If you close your eyes, I'll see you, and I'll have to bring you outside with me. You don't want to attend the rite, do you?”
“No,” I whispered.
“As I thought.” Drostan nodded. “So, be a good concubine and watch, as I am being a lenient master and allowing you to abstain.”
Drostan gave the dildo a little push, kissed my lips, and then left.
It wasn't long before the clearing was full of Unseelie fairies; dressed in hardly anything at all. Women wore wispy silk scarves and men wore leather belts. Their bodies were painted with strange symbols. Music started to play; a tribal drumming that vibrated through the night. Torches were lit, and their light gleamed off skin in a multitude of colors; slick with desire and sweat. I saw Drostan making his way through the court; clad in only in a few leather straps. His bare skin shimmered like metal, but the firelight turned the silver to gold. A woman sauntered up with a bowl of liquid and started massaging it all over his body. He gleamed even brighter, and smiled down at her as she worked the liquid into his cock.
Drostan's cock had been limp but still beautiful; draping over his silky balls and nestled amid a nest of black curls. But under the woman's ministrations, it quickly hardened and stood out from his body eagerly. The woman straightened, and Drostan pulled her to him and kissed her deeply as he casually played with her tiny breasts. I flinched at the irrational jealousy that took hold of me. Drostan could kiss and fondle and fuck whomever he wanted; it shouldn't bother me. Oh, but it did. Drostan let the woman go and continued through the throng; nodding to the fairies and stopping every now and again to kiss a woman briefly, or play with her pussy before moving on.
The Unseelie began to dance, and couples paired off; some were more than couples. They writhed together in passion; soon dropping to the ground or just leaning up against the trees to fuck savagely. Hands moved sensuously over skin and lips sought out every sensitive place to suck and lick. From the littlest pixie to the largest redcap; every fairy there was fornicating their brains out. Except for Drostan.
The Unseelie King made his way to the altar, where a beautiful sidhe woman was laying—exactly as I had been. Fairies paused their intercourse to join their king at the altar. Both men and women stood in a circle and watched avidly as their king stepped up between the woman's thighs and angled his cock toward her pussy.
Something tightened inside my chest as I watched Drostan thrust his cock into the woman. He lifted his head and looked right at me as he continued to slam into her pussy. The woman writhed beneath Drostan and cried out eagerly as she slid her hands over his chest, but he kept his gaze fastened on me. I was naked on the cross, and the fey lights were on within the castle; he had the perfect view. As did everyone else. But no one else was watching me; they were too consumed with their own pleasure and that of their king. Only Drostan enjoyed the view of my restrained body as he pounded his cock into another woman.
“Riley!” The whisper had me jerking my head to the side. “No; don't look.”
I caught a glimpse of Conall before I turned my face forward again. Drostan's stare was set on my breasts, and he hadn't noticed the movement.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed in panic.
Surely Conall wouldn't try to kidnap me again? He couldn't do it while Drostan was right outside the window, intensely watching me.
“I'm here for you,” he whispered. “There's something I have to tell you, Riley.”
“Go away!”
“Riley; I'm the one who loves you, not Drostan,” Conall declared.
