Page 45 of The Maleficent Faerie
“Your choice, little viper,” I murmur. “You can go sleep in my bed, or stay here and let me lick you until you come so hard you can’t stand upright.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers, and lowers herself against my mouth.
She tastes like vanilla and roses, like the scented water in which she bathed, with a faint twist of lemon that lingers on my tongue. I lick deeper between the soft lips of her sex, finding the slick groove beyond, sliding my tongue through the inner parts of her. Then I tip my face up, closing my lips over her clit, sucking and tugging.
“Don’t hover,” I say raggedly. “Sit.”
The Princess inhales sharply and presses closer. My tongue dances over her clit, flicking as fast as I can manage. Her thighs quiver, and when she whines aloud, I smile against her pussy. The sound is shrill and needy, threaded with earnest intensity, like everything else about her.
My world is wet and warm. Her smooth thighs press my cheeks, and her earthy, floral, human scent floods my nose. When I nuzzle deeper, her body jerks a little and she gives a tiny, adorable moan.
Snatching a quick breath, I go back to lapping her clit, whipping the bud back and forth with the tip of my tongue. She’s breathing in short, sharp gasps now. Her hips tilt inward, and I growl my pleasure at the improved access. My tongue plunges into her, as far as I can go, straining at the root. I’m rewarded with a gush of renewed wetness.
She’s close now. Her moans are nearly sobs.
When I open my eyes, I can see her lean stomach above me. Her body is bent over, shaking. She grips two of my horns tightly to anchor herself. My horns aren’t sensitive, but the tugging sensation, the passion behind it—that makes my cock even harder.
I work my open mouth over her pussy, then shake my head back and forth slightly so my nose and lips jiggle against her in a new way. Another firm nuzzle, right into her clit, pushing it, suckling—Aura jerks hard, a faint squeal breaking from her. Her thighs clamp on either side of my face, and her pussy begins to spasm against my mouth.
I can’t breathe. But if I pass out while she’s coming on my face, I will count myself inexpressibly fortunate.
The tremulous rhythm of her orgasm continues, pulsating against my lips. I let her crush her sex against my jaw and nose so she can find the pressure she needs.
She clings to my horns, easing up on my face slightly. After a quick breath, I stroke into her with my tongue a few more times.
And then I realize what I’ve done.
I just tongue-fucked the Princess I cursed twenty-four years ago.
I permitted her to ride my face, though she was wounded in spirit, drunk on anger and wine.
She’s sliding down my body, leaving a trail of her wetness on my skin.
“I shouldn’t have let you do that,” I say. “You’re not in your right mind—”
“Hush.” She presses her fingers over my mouth. “I need this, do you understand? I need to feel something that isn’t the hurt and the lies. It’s my choice. You gave me control, and now I’m using your body.” A faint smile plays over her lips. Her blue eyes are softer now, brighter, and her cheeks are rosy from pleasure. The lamplight shines through her golden hair, turning it to woven sunshine.
She is so exquisite it hurts.
“You can use me anytime,” I say hoarsely.
“Perfect,” she says, “because I’m not done with you.”
Hot, wet heat presses against the tip of my cock, and I jolt, a gasp of sheer sensitized need escaping my lips. She is backing right onto my cock—she’s smiling at me, reaching down to push me inside—
“Oh shit,” I pant. “Shit, shit, goddess… fuck…” I’m going inside her. My whole length is swallowed by her body, sucked into silky, slippery heat. I can’t bear the stimulation—it’s like the blazing light of the Triune Suns after the dark season, overwhelming and fucking divine.
Aura presses one palm to the center of my chest and begins to ride me. She keeps her eyes closed, as if looking at me might disturb her pleasure. A shadow of disappointment flutters through my heart, but I don’t bother to analyze it—I’m too distracted by the heavy sway of her breasts.
Tentatively I reach for one of them, mesmerized—but at the brush of my fingers she knocks my hand away, pins it down with a sharp “No.” Her delicate brows furrow, her eyes crinkle shut more tightly, and she bites her lip as she fucks herself on me harder, utterly merciless.
Heat and tension coil in my gut. I’m so close. “Shit, viper,” I gasp, and she says, in a broken voice, “Fuck, Malec—”
Shock erupts through my body at that word, and I come—I come hard, pleasure stabbing through my body so violently my groan sounds more like a roar. The Princess slams her palm over my mouth. She keeps thrusting onto me, her sharp shrill breaths coming closer and closer together, until her second climax erupts, making her whimper and shake.
My cock jerks, compressed by the spasms of her inner walls, and another, milder thrill skates through my belly. I’ve spent myself so thoroughly inside her that I feel utterly drained. My muscles relax, and my racing heart slowly returns to a normal rhythm.
Aura lifts herself, and my cock slips out of her. She rolls over beside me, lying on her stomach, her face buried in my feathers.
