“Poor Firo,” Luthian says with a sly smile my way. “I fear you may be in some danger. She has a devious look about her.”
“It’s as good as they say,” Firo gasps, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto mine, and I remember what Sarta said about faeries enjoying human pussy.
Luthian glances down at his nails. “I wouldn’t know. All right, I suppose you may take your reward.”
He wouldn’t know?
Firo’s fingers sink into my thigh, gripping me with bruising strength. My question over Luthian’s words evaporates from my mind, consumed by the strength of Firo’s body moving against mine, our skin sliding together, aided by the slippery fluid coating me.
“I can’t hold out,” Firo sobs, his hips lurching forward punishingly hard.
“I think you’ll find that you can,” Luthian says mildly.
Firo’s eyes squeeze tightly shut. His movements lose their rhythm, and his mouth drops open to emit a groan.
He freezes. Luthian chuckles archly.
“Remove the spell!” Firo gasps.
“I will,” Luthian says. Then, at Firo’s sharp glance, Luthian holds his hands up innocently and adds, “I promise. But this is the first time Cenere has ever experienced this. I want it to be good for her. Don’t you want to make it good for her?”
“I want to come!” Firo snarls, his desperation making him a wild thing. He pummels his cock into me and I squeak in surprise and pain, but his determination leaves him after a few futile thrusts.
Luthian clucks his tongue in pity. “You are free to come once Cenere has.”
It shouldn’t be difficult; the intimacy of our joining intensifies every sensation. But the thought of him spending inside me triggers a thought I’ve never had before. “Guardian… can a faery make a human pregnant?”
“Yes,” Luthian answers, and at my wide-eyed panic he adds, “But only with intention. He will not release living essence into you.”
“It won’t matter because I will be dead,” Firo seethes. “Please, Cenre. Please make yourself come.”
I move a hand between us to relieve us both, my fingers playing a tune they know very well over my clit. I lock my ankles together behind his back, arch up from the bed, every muscle drawn tight with my impending release.
I should have known better than to take Luthian at his word, because the moment I reach the apex, the heartbeat that I’m about to tumble over...
I don’t.
I gasp and blink up at Firo, and he knows. I’m trapped in the same state as he is, suspended on the very edge of release. It’s always as terrible as the last time, and Firo has suffered this way for hours.
“Please,” he whines, actual tears forming in his eyes. “Please, I can’t take it. She feels so good.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Luthian says. “Tell me how good she feels.”
Firo swallows, closes his eyes, and strokes into me once, twice, enough to push me over the edge, if either of us could fall. “She’s so hot and wet...and rough inside. There are ridges and... old gods, I can feel every one of them catching me.”
“It is better than my pet?” Luthian asks.
“Yes!” Firo gasps without hesitation. “She’s squeezing and... oh, fuck, I’m going to come!”
“You’re not,” Luthian says boredly. “I’ve heard that human cunts have the same effect on us as ogre cum.”
“But not as violent. Not as overwhelming. I can feel everything. All of her. Not just on my cock but... oh fuck, it’s like all of me is inside her, and every fiber of me is about to climax.”
I laugh breathlessly at the description. I thought I learned all there was to know about the exciting sexual properties of the creatures of Fablemere. I never thought of myself as having those properties.
Luthian makes an interested noise, as if he’s studying us and taking notes. “What would you give me, to be able to come inside her right now?”
“Anything,” Firo answers. He doesn’t even stop to think. “Gold. Jewels. Ships. Anything you ask of me, you can have.”