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Even if she is sore, she’ll say nothing, my queen. Which is why I must ask.
“Are you sore?”
“No,” she lies and starts riding me.
She is sore, and now I have to decide if I will continue. Given how she’s riding me with her large breasts in my face, I struggle with wanting her to stop and not wanting her to stop.
“I’ll get a healer if I need one. Please, don’t make me stop.”
Mind reader, this one.
“Fine, but in the future, you will tell me if I fuck you too hard.” I grab her hips and start moving her up and down, and when her eyes can’t stop rolling back and her head lolls back too, I fist her hair and pull a little to bend her so I can watch her breasts bounce in front of me.
Since I’m holding her hips, not letting her ride me hard, Chloe glides over my shaft slowly, and since she’s a fast learner, she figures out what feels good for her and starts rubbing her clit.
I like that she does what feels good. I like that she takes her pleasure whenever and however she wants. It is the opposite of what I do. I’m always careful that I don’t indulge in so much pleasure for fear of corruption, for fear of breaking the rules.
I release her hip, grab her breast and squeeze, then put it in my mouth and start sucking her nipple, watching her as her movement becomes more frantic. She’s chasing her orgasm. Her wings are fluttering; glitter is falling everywhere.
I fold my wings and then fluff them out and shower her with my affection, raining teal dust all over her.
Chloe comes with a scream. Her hungry pussy starts milking me for seed. The strangest thing happens. I’m gifted with a vision of a far future. I’m standing at the window of this very room with two babies in my arms. I look happy, my smile no longer reserved or measured.
I finish inside her, holding her hips down so no seed escapes.
Exhausted, she slumps over me, her cheek on my shoulder.
I flip her onto her belly and lie atop her. Slowly, I enter her from behind. Fates, she feels good. I move inside her slowly, torturing her by moving in and out of her at a leisurely pace, withholding the swelling at the end of my cock. She wants me to fuck her hard, seed her, then swell inside her, so I’ll take my time.
Teasing her, edging her, is part of the magic we create together. “We’re not leaving this room until I’m certain that you are satisfied. And then, just for good measure, I will fuck you more. I’m going to fuck you until my seed is coming out of your ears.” I spank her. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, my king.”
Her king. My balls draw up, I ejaculate and swell inside her, sealing her hole, telling her without words that I want her to have my babies.
44
CHLOE
Ten spans later
After I married the love of my life, I thought the highlight of the season would be the moment when I received the invitation from the Summer queen to spend the summer in her court as a guest inside the Golden Palace I’ve heard so much about. A palace I’d always dreamed of visiting.
Once I stood in front of it, I nearly cried with happiness because the stories paled in comparison with the incomparable beauty of the real thing. It is, in fact and in parts, made of gold. Majestic, massive, and inviting, the palace is the ultimate summer vacation destination for the entire world, and with the expecting fate who sees all that’s come to pass, many people have arrived on the Summer shores, not only for mating, but for pilgrimage and spiritual healing.
Our stay with the royal family has been nothing short of amazing, and every time the Summer queen corrects me and tells me I must start addressing her and the Unseelie queen by their first names, I pinch myself. Since I arrived, I’ve pinched myself more than I have ever in all my turns. If I didn’t heal unnaturally fast, my thigh would be bruised.
I’ve also met a new friend. Her name is Julie, and she’s June and Augusta’s sister. Still single, Julie attends parties I’ve only heard spoken about in hushed whispers when I’m not supposed to be walking around the vast gardens. But I walk everywhere, wanting to see everything the Golden Palace has to offer.
Including those forbidden parties the Summer prince is known for.
They’re by invitation only, and I received one last night.
Since D’Artaron is spending the evening in the military quarters with my brother, I’ve decided to attend El’jah’s party with Julie, who assured me El’jah would make sure the party is becoming of a Spring queen.
It starts off with a pair of merman who carry Julie and me on a large golden platter over the water to the island that’s covered with palm trees, little houses, and canopies under which half-naked fairies are eating and drinking. No fewer than twenty perfectly stacked pits burn with flames that reach far too high to be natural. We have elves in our midst.
Dressed in a light green dress made of the finest combed cotton, my bare feet touching the soft sand, I turn to thank the mermen for the transport. The pair of them, both dark haired and blue eyed, wink at me, and I clear my throat, uncomfortable with their alluring vibrations.
