“Do you like me like this, Daddy?” I asked.
“Yeah, I like watching you stretch your pretty little hole for me. You’re a slutty thing, aren’t you, boy?”
“Yes, always have been. What’s that you’ve got there?”
“I had a mineral sorcerer fashion this for me.” He showed me a plug that appeared to be made of rose quartz. “It’ll expand as you relax. I don’t want you to tear.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” I said, not because he might hurt me but because it wasn’t in my nature to do so. He reached for a bottle of oil, and I held him off. “I don’t need it. I produce my own lubrication. That flavor that you tasted, it’s my natural serum.”
“How do you…” he began.
“We eliminate our waste through urine and sweat. This area is only for pleasure. And birth.” Speaking of fae anatomy… “At the end of this channel is my womb. All fae have them in case you were wondering.”
“But you have a cock, a rather impressive one,” he said.
I smiled at his compliment. “The distinction between genders is more fluid with our kind. I present as male, but my body can produce eggs or sperm.”
“Has it always been this way with the fae?”
“It’s more common in younger generations. We choose our mature gender as fledglings, or we choose not to be gendered at all. The Goddess blessed us with this adaptation to prevent our kind from going extinct. The birth of a fae child is a rare and much celebrated occasion.” The only exception being my own birth, I thought bitterly. I tried to let go of my resentment towards my parents, but it still cropped up on occasion.
That information made him pause, his thick eyebrows pulling together on his forehead. “Could we…” He cleared his throat and began again. “Could we… reproduce?”
“Perhaps, but I’m on a form of contraceptive that will last until I have it removed.” It was Queen Gwyneth’s stipulation. She’d even insisted on witnessing the procedure with her royal physician to make sure the deed was done, which had been a miserable experience, especially because Cedrych couldn’t be bothered to attend, so it was just the queen staring coldly at me while the doctor implanted the neutralizer in my womb. Goddess forbid Prince Cedrych be a father to a common bastard.
“I wonder what our pup would look like,” he mused. “If it’d have wings, or horns?” He smiled absently, which endeared me to him even more. Cedrych had not once entertained the possibility of us having children. Legitimate or not, I would have loved them with all my heart. Could I help that I was charmed that this near stranger was considering what our child might look like?
“Looks like you want to be a Daddy in more ways than one,” I teased and poked him with one painted toe.
He smiled bashfully and shrugged. “Big families are a blessing.”
“I agree.” I reached up to stroke his jaw with tenderness. The moment was weighted with something far more profound than a one-night stand. I needed a distraction from theseuncomfortable emotions. “So, how long will it take for your enchanted butt plug to work?”
He chuckled and got back down to business, slowly inserting the smooth stone inside of me. It was a stretch, even at its current diameter. The surface was warmed quickly by my body heat as it pressed against my inner walls. I whimpered at the first expansion, a wonderful ache.
“Does it hurt?” he asked with concern.
“No, I like that you’re taking the time.”To make me yours.
“No need to rush.” He brushed the hairs from my sweat-dampened forehead. “And I like you like this. Strung out and needy. You’re beautiful to watch.”
“Are you going to undress?” I asked, lest his gentleness trigger my tears. “I want to see the size of this mystical cock I’m going to take. You’ve certainly built it up enough.”
He laughed and got to his feet, making a show of lifting off his chainmail vest and setting it aside. His tank came off next to reveal the full expanse of his furred chest. He was definitely built like a bull with two pierced nipples poking through his chest hair, a sweet surprise. I couldn’t wait to wrap my tongue around them and drive him wild. Another line of fur arrowed down his abdomen, and I wanted to lick that too, follow the trail right to my prize.
He removed his heavy leather belt next and peeled off his tight pants. His cock was every bit as impressive as he’d claimed: long and thick with a foreskin that resembled the velvety texture of deer’s antlers. His cockhead alone was thelength of my pinky finger, slightly rounded at the tip and a wet reddish hue. His balls were heavy and large where they swung like a pendulum beneath his turgid member.
“You weren’t exaggerating.” I licked my lips, seeing both the bull and the man reflected in his sex organs. I couldn’t wait to ride him.
“Too much for you?”
“You insult me. Just don’t bruise my lungs.”
With a grin, he climbed onto the bed and proceeded to devour every inch of me with his curious gaze. “I like your tattoos. Are they ink?”
“It’s a dye made from a flower that only blooms by the light of a full moon.”
“I love the way they shimmer.”
