"Do you want to come in my mouth, Finn?" A spray of release bathes her hand as I groan. "Or on my face?"
Spirits, spare me?—
"Fuck, I can't believe what you're saying to me. I can't—I—Arden—fuck?—"
Her laugh is sweeter than honey.
"You seem at a loss for words. Never thought I'd see the day."
"If you ever get sick of my voice, just suck my cock. I'll shut right up."
Arden licks more release from the tip of my cock. Her plump lips glisten with spit and my seed.
"There's the Finn I love." Kissing the head of my cock, she rocks back on her heels. "How about I decide for you?"
Pumping me with two hands, Arden unhinges her jaw. Her soft pink tongue lulls from between her lips. The head of my cock rests against it as she works me with both palms. Pleasure rakes nails up my spine. The muscles in my stomach tighten at the picture she makes.
Smeared with my come and her saliva, the mouth-watering scent of her pussy, and the knowledge that she is mine tips me over the edge.
"Arden!" I scream as the first torrent of my spend lands on her tongue.
Another one quickly follows the first. The next spray coats her lips and chin. She aims my cock lower until it lands on herchest. Each stream of sticky wetness coats her face and tops of her breasts.
Black dots appear in my vision as my hips jerk forward. She works me through each wave of pleasure until I am properly spent.
Once I sag with relief, she releases me.
I watch rapt as she swallows my seed. Running her fingers through the stickiness on her chest, she licks them clean as well. I groan as her lips wrap around my cock in one final taste, devouring every drop.
She releases me with a pop.
"Did you enjoy that?" Arden asks.
"Covered in my come, you look even more beautiful."
Arden tosses back her curls and gives a proud shake of her shoulders.
"You can make me messy whenever you want. You're my husband after all. My King." She rubs a droplet of my seed along her lip. "Mylove."
I snarl as I come down on top of her.
Arden moans into my mouth as I taste my release on her tongue. The saltiness only adds to the sweetness of her mouth.
My tongue battles her as my hands fall to her gown. I roughly squeeze her breasts through the fabric. Her thighs fall to either side of my hips. The heat between her legs burns me.
Tangling my fingers into the neckline of her gown, it shreds in one glorious rip.
The silk and the satin give way as her glorious body is revealed. Green skin highlighted with pink freckles sparkles up at me. Arden's nipples are in tight green points at the center of her round breasts. Her stomach quivers in anticipation.
A dusting of pink hair covers her sweet little cunt I've ever seen. Arousal decorates her thighs as my hands slide them apart.Her folds glisten, begging for my tongue with her maddening scent.
"Your pussy missed me," I purr, sliding a finger along her slit.
Arden's head falls back. Her crown tumbles from her head, landing at the edge of the stream. She makes no move to grab it, and I like the vision she makes.
We aren’t royals, but two fairies overcome with need for each other. There are no courtly manners or pressing obligations to further our line. Just two beings with an insatiable need to claim the other.
I toss my crown aside and kiss the inside of Arden's knee.
