Page 78 of Fae Games

“One minute.” I stuck my hand in my hair.

He unlocked the door. “What are you doing?”

“Making myself presentable.” I unpinned my bun and let my golden locks tumble down my shoulders.

The guard strode into the cell with an excited hop in his step. A damp patch spread through his white breeches, making me wrinkle my nose. As I unraveled my bun, a round item worked its way loose. Sending Flora a silent word of thanks for fixing my hair, I palmed it and pushed back my shoulders.

“Don’t distract me with those perky tits,” snarled the guard. “It’s your mouth I want.”

I licked my lips. “Give me something to wrap my lips around then, big boy.”

With a dry chuckle, the guard unbuttoned his fly, and an abnormally large dick sprang out with a pointed tip. I would bet my entire DVD collection that the brute had glamoured it to make himself look well-endowed. With a pinch of salt, I’d probably find he was packing less than a toadstool.

“Aren’t you going to take off those gloves and yank my hair?” I gave my shoulders a little shimmy. “You’ve got to give it to me rough.”

He growled. “I knew you human girls were gagging for it!”

My ass shifted on the cold, stone floor. It made me cringe to say this, but if I was going to escape, I couldn’t do it naked. “If you take off your breeches, you can thrust nice and hard down my throat.”

The bastard kicked off his boots, and his pants fell to his ankles. He stepped out of the pool of fabric, holding that supposedly massive cock between his thumb and forefinger. I forced myself not to roll my eyes.

As he let it sway from side to side like a dancing cobra, I yanked off the silk covering the iron cock ring Flora had woven into my hair.

“How much do you want it?” he rasped.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I muttered.

The guard grinned. “Dirty human.”

He rocked from side-to-side, reminding me of a violent DVD Elijah once gave me where a criminal tied up a police officer and danced before cutting off his ear. My throat dried, and the pulse between my ears pounded hard enough to muffle his excited breaths. If I didn’t strike cobra-fast, he would find out what I was doing, and a cock down my throat would be the least of my problems.

“Y-yum.” I tried to keep the tremble out of my voice. “You’re making my mouth water.”

“Get ready for a good choking.” He made a tiny pumping motion between his thumb and forefinger.

A lead ball of dread rolled around in my stomach. The sooner I grabbed hold of his tiny dick and took control over the situation, the sooner I could escape and find Princes Caulden and Rory.

“May I touch it?” I said.

“Beg,” he said.

My shoulders drooped, and I glared into the guard’s shining eyes. What was it with these lowlives wanting girls to lust after them? Before he could swoop back, I wrapped my hand around his dick and pulled him forward with a jerk.

“That’s it,” the guard said through clenched teeth. “Take it.”

I frowned up at the oversized appendage. Was the glamor tricking my mind into feeling girth? Pushing those thoughts aside, I licked my lips. “You’re so big. May I use two hands?”

The guard threw his head back and moaned. “Take it all!”

My left hand shot out, and I slid the cock-ring over his dick, making sure to shove it all the way down to the root. A heartbeat later, the scent of burning flesh seared my nostrils.

The guard jerked back with a hiss and swayed on his feet. Sweat poured down his brow, and his face took on the pallor of ashes. He reached down at the cock ring, tried to pull it off, and snatched back his hand.

“What did you do?” he cried.

I jumped to my feet and ran at the guard, slamming my entire body weight against him. As he fell onto the bars, acrid smoke hissed out of the iron. He curled on the dungeon floor into a pants-less ball of pain.

The keys on his white uniform breeches clinked as I scrambled into them, but my disguise wasn’t complete. I snarled, “Take off your jacket,”