She was too terrified to scream.
He carried her into a cavernous room she vaguely remembered. Her bedroom. But now, she didn’t have to climb in the bed. He laid her carefully, almost reverently on the covers. His huge fingers caressed her still clothed body with exaggerated care. And suddenly, Lily stopped being afraid.
Curiosity and a strange new longing filled her, making her skin tingle. Goula’s words about children-eating monsters echoed in her mind.Our master dealt with them. She looked up into the horned face and saw wicked intelligence in his feral eyes. Magnificent and terrifying, he was the king.
Seeing her study his face, he smiled, baring his white teeth. His canines jutted out, much sharper and longer than human ones. He hooked one talon under her dress and ripped it open with one violent movement.
Lily shivered as his hot breath pressed against her breasts and belly. She knew her nipples were hard, and the sensations she had had in the tub that day came back with doubled force. Her whole body was throbbing with wild need.
She brought her hands up to his massive arms, corded with thick, wiry muscles. She stuck her short nails in his skin and scratched down his arms. He threw his head and snorted like a predator, enraged and amused. He caught her hands and put them over her head. A snap of his finger, and her wrists were tied with a silky fabric, like monster magic.
He lowered his horned face to her chest and suckled on a breast. Lily cried out when his hot, coarse tongue swept over her tender flesh. Her core swelled with fresh need. She ached to be filled.
But the king wasn’t in a hurry. He scraped his teeth against her nipple, enlarged and red from his ministrations. He suckled on itagain and bit gently. He palmed her other breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers, over and over until it was as swollen as the other one. Lily panted and squirmed under his weight. She was caught in a cage, her hands tied up, her body trapped by his horns.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, he retreated and stood over her. His shaft was rigid hard, thick veins on its sides pulsing and red. It had grown even larger than before. A drop of fluid glistened on the red, smooth head, and Lily felt an urge to taste it.
He spread her legs wide and laid the massive rod against her belly. Lily’s eyes bulged. It reached up to her collarbone and was almost as thick as her waist. There was no way it could fit inside her. Tears of disappointment trickled down her cheeks.
The king rumbled with laughter.
“Don’t worry, little human,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. “You were made for this. It will fit.”
She leaned her head forward and stuck out her tongue until its tip touched the clear liquid on his member’s head. The king roared and Lily smacked her lips, tasting salt.
He stepped back and positioned himself at her entrance. Lily closed her eyes, waiting with bated breath. A pressure pushed at her opening, growing with every second. Lily cried out, certain that she would split open if he pushed any further. She willed her body to open for him so he could slide right in and fill her up completely. Any second now, he would be inside…
The pressure disappeared. Gold, morning sun lay across her bed, tickling her face. A light breeze entered through the open window and played with her hair, cool against Lily’s sweaty brow.
Goula was bustling around the room, laying out a tray of food, preparing Lily’s clothes for the day. Not that there was much to prepare. Just a loose, see-through dress and nothing in terms of underwear.
“Get up and eat. Then you’ll prepare to meet the master,” she said.
Lily squirmed out of bed, hoping Goula wouldn’t be able to smell her dream-induced arousal. Her dream had been much too real, both frightening and much too exciting. She had never expected her reactions to be so sensual.
She was halfway through the meal of meat, fruit, and hot bread with butter when she remembered Goula’s words.
“What do you mean by preparing to meet the master? More bathing?”
Goula chuckled and shook her head.
“Your fairy attendants will tell you everything. Now eat. You’ll need your strength.”
Unsettled, Lily forced herself to devour the food. After all, she had regarded it as the only bright side of her coming to the castle. Now, she was hoping that even better things would come… but there was no reason to scoff at the meal.
When she was done, Goula took the tray and left. Lily was to wait until the half-fairies arrived. She wore the flimsy dress and walked around the room, admiring intricately carved furniture made of dark wood that still smelled of faraway lands from whence it had come.
The wardrobe and bed stood on immense monster legs, complete with sharp talons. A tapestry on the wall depicted a hunting scene in the woods. Lily walked closer, looking at theminiscule, exquisitely woven figures hidden among the dark trees. After a moment, she stood back in shock.
The tapestry showed human women being hunted by satyrs with huge, fully erect members. The women were laughing and glancing playfully at their pursuers.
“Evocative, isn’t it?” asked Eula.
Lily turned on her heel. She hadn’t heard when the fairies entered the room. Were they able to move so stealthily? Or had she been too absorbed by the lascivious image to notice?
“I didn’t hear you,” she said. “So, what happens now? Goula said you’d explain.”
Eula walked behind her and started combing Lily’s hair with a soft brush. Fayla stood in front of her and massaged her hands. Zamiza leaned against one massive bedpost and studied Lily’s face.
