Page 64 of Fae Trials

When nothing happened, I raised my head and twisted around. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at your pretty little wings,” he said. “Did you know they’re the same color as the wings on your back?”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and I placed his cock back into my mouth to avoid having to answer. It wasn’t every day that I checked my labia, but I had honestly thought that the new wings and glossy blonde locks were the extent of my transformation.

Sliding his dick further down my throat, I rolled his balls between my fingers, making him buck his hips.

“You’re an amazing sword swallower,” he groaned.

Before I could laugh, something wet and hot and pliant slid a slow path up my slit, making jolts of ecstasy zing up my core. With a surprised yowl, I raised my hips off Prince Rory’s tongue, only for him to grab me by the ass and hold me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere until you’ve covered my face with your juices.”

I moaned around my mouthful at his dirty words and the eager, flicking tongue that lapped relentlessly at my clit. My head spun with pleasure. This was my first sixty-nine, and I couldn’t believe Elijah and I hadn’t tried something as intense as this.

Prince Rory continued licking and stroking my clit, occasionally pausing to run a circle over my opening with the pad of his thumb. I shoved my hips back, silently urging him to slip that finger into my hole, but each time, he pulled away. Maybe he wanted me to beg for it, but my mouth was too full of his huge prick.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into my folds. “Gorgeous and delicious.”

A whimper reverberated in the back of my throat. If only he knew I was the lowly human he’d nearly knocked over with the drake… Shoving away thoughts of that incident, I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

“I thought you’d be frightened like the other girls, but you love cock, don’t you?” He wrapped his lips around my pulsing clit and sucked.

All the pleasure building up around my nub reached a point where everything stilled. My muscles froze, my breath stopped, and my core stopped twitching. For the longest moment, it was just my clit and the mouth sucking on it without mercy.

Then a hard swipe of his tongue pushed me over the edge, and I tumbled down a precipice of pleasure, free-falling amid currents of ecstasy that battered me from all sides. I cried out, but the huge penis in my throat muffled the sound.

“Unity,” he groaned. “I love the way you’re cumming over my face.” His eager tongue lapped at my folds, making me wonder if this faerie body was also capable of ejaculation.

My limbs shook, and the hand around the base of his shaft fell onto the cushions to keep me steady. Prince Rory was still hot, still hard, still needing to cum, but he’d already drained every ounce of my energy.

As I lay on top of him with his dick in my mouth, he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his length in and out. I hollowed my cheeks to create a vacuum that made him moan.

“Mmmmm.” He lapped at my folds, which still fluttered in unison with my twitching core.

Moaning, I lashed my tongue around the dick plunging in and out of my mouth until his muscles stiffened, and his cock swelled. With a growl, he released jet after jet of cum. As much as I tried to swallow, it dribbled down my mouth.

Prince Rory muttered something under his breath, making my eyelids heavy. After lifting me off his spent dick, he laid me on the chaise and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

I tried to ask him what was happening, but the most pleasurable fatigue dragged me down to sleep.

Chapter 18

I’m not sure how much time passed, but I awoke to the sound of two girls exchanging hushed words. My body sank into a soft mattress, still relaxed and sated from my encounter with Prince Rory, but the whispering made my skin itch.

What if the Fated had followed Helen and me to the Mound? What if they’d lain in wait for Prince Rory to leave before attacking?

Slowing my breathing and keeping my body still, I cracked an eye open. The beds opposite with trunks at their feet, told me I was in the remedial dormitory, but who had taken me back? I strained to listen.

“But she’s not ready,” whispered a harsh voice that I recognized as Flora’s.

The other person sighed. “But if she misses this trial—”

“Then blame whoever put her to sleep!” Flora snapped.

Relief flooded my system as I recognized Helen’s voice. I pulled myself up and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. “What’s going on?”

Helen and Flora stood by the tall window at the far right of the room. A chink of sunlight from the drawn curtains created a halo around Helen’s orange hair.