Page 26 of How to Keep a Fae

The pink stain on her cheeks has spread down her throat to the upper swell of her tits.

“Good girl,” I say. “We are both proud of you for telling the truth.”

“But…” Her voice lowers to a whisper. “His fingers are a lot smaller than his cock.”

Her face is so serious I have to temper the dark chuckle that wants to bubble up.

“Well. No one said it wasn’t going to be a challenge. But even beta lasses can take this, and you’re an omega—a fae, no less—you can take a lot more.”

She swallows.

I leave it hanging. I’m sure it will still be a monstrous strain. But she’s already panting and rubbing her thighs together. My instincts tell me she wants this but is a little nervous about it.

“August’s just going to touch you there at first. Get you ready. We’ll both be here with you, taking care of you. If it’s too much and you need us to stop, you can rest assured we shall stop.”

That seems to settle her.

August nods his agreement. “We would never hurt you, Adaline. You’re precious to us. While there might be some discomfort, I definitely want you to feel pleasure and only pleasure when I take you there.”

She gulps and nods. “O-okay. I think I could try.”

“That’s our good girl.” I smile and kiss her temple. My cockis so fucking hard, I’m ready to come all over the bed. “We’re going to take good care of you.” I turn to August, all business. “How do you want to do this?”

“Like this.” He draws her left leg up and open, eliciting her shocked squeak. I do the same with her right leg. August moves to place himself between her spread legs. Here, he draws his fingertips through her sopping-wet cunt.

Her slick has trickled all the way to her ass. “She’s drenched,” I say. “Making a little mess all over her nest.”

“Oh, please,” she whispers like she is scandalized even as her little pussy hole clenches and fresh slick trickles out over August’s fingers.

He presses a single finger into her ass.

I feel like the top of my head has just blown off.

She twitches and jerks in my arms, but I hold her still, leaning up so I can better see where his finger is inside her ass, right up to the knuckle. “Gods. She looks tight there.”

“She is,” he says gruffly, pumping his finger slowly in and out, making her twitch and groan.

“She really likes that,” I say. More slick is trickling out of her pussy and all around his finger where it is thrusting in and out.

“She does,” he agrees, a dark flush to his cheeks and an enrapt expression on his face.

Next time he slides out, he pauses, circling her little bottom hole with two fingers before he eases them in a small way.

“Oh, God,” she mutters.

“Pet her clit,” he says.

I hook my arm around her spread thigh and get my fingertips over a slippery nub. It’s hot, fat and swollen. “I think she’s close.” She’s not the only one. My dick is spitting pre-cum all over the place, and disgusted with my restraint.

“I know she is,” he says, pushing his fingers halfway in. “I’m not going to let her come until I’ve got my cock in here.”

Well, fuck!

I take broad strokes around her clit, making sure not to touch it. She mumbles nonsense, thrashing against her nest. I’m too busy watching his fingers pumping and scissoring in and out of her ass, stretching her out.

Yesterday, I wanted to kill him. Now, I might kill him if he stops.

“Put your cock in her already,” I say. “Look at her. Look how desperate she is.”

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