She is more animalistic than before. An indicator that she is not human. Primal needs surge within her, and I’m the lucky man she’s chosen to relieve it with.
My hips jerk as more seed soaks through the fabric of my trousers.
The Fairy Queen writhes on top of me.
My fingers fall to the back of her thighs, teasing the hem of her dress. I trace her soft skin as her tongue licks over the shell of my ear. She is a wild thing. I am a vessel for her pleasure. Ardencan use me however she wants. I’m hers to command, to explore, to own.
I’m her servant after all.
"Tell me I can kiss more than your mouth, Queenie." My hands grip the edge of her silk gown. "Tell me I can take this off you."
She whimpers into my throat. Rising over me, her hair falls around us in a pink curtain.
"Kiss me where?"
I stroke the back of her thighs.
"Everywhere."
"Hmm," she hums, "that is pleasing to your Queen. Very well. You may remove my?—"
Her words die in a squeal as I flip her onto her back. My fingers pull up her green dress. Lifting her hips and arms, I toss the offending garment away and stare down at perfection.
She was made for me.
The thought pounds through my head and into my blood. Her beauty causes physical pain. She is soft and glowing. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths.
Slender fingers flatten to the ground beside her as she inches her thighs open. Arden makes no move to cover herself. She is letting me look my fill.
Merciful Queen.
Her breasts are small and round, tipped in dark green nipples that bead in the night air. Pink freckles dust her shoulders and stomach. Her waist narrows before flaring out into the gentle swell of her hips.
Lush thighs part to reveal the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen.
Pink hair lightly dusts the top while slick, green flesh greets my eyes. It is a relief to know fairy females have similar anatomy as human women.
The discovery makes my confidence rise as well as my cock.
"No male has ever seen you."
Her stomach trembles under my seeking stare.
"No."
"Wasn't a question, Queenie. If one had, he'd never let you go."
Arden whimpers. Her hands lift, seeking me.
"Finn."
"Gods, you're beautiful. I—fuck, I'm going to come in my pants."
I adjust myself with a rough squeeze of my palm atop my errant erection. I grind it firmly into the grass, trying my very best to ignore its demands. I fall forward atop her body. Snagging her lips in a searing kiss, before my mouth travels lower.
Cupping her left breast in one hand, I lick over her other nipple.
My mouth waters as I feast on her flesh. Nipping and sucking, I devour her completely. Arden keens, tossing her head back and hooking her legs over my hips.
