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“He wanted to make a point. He doesn’t want to lose his trophy wife. So, he contracted us to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget. He wants her to go one full year of not being able to cum for every extra lover she’s had since they were married.”
“A year? Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“Nah, their concept of time is different from ours. A year here is only about two months there, give or take. If he really wanted to be harsh, he’d have said a year of Fae time for every extra lover.”
“How much longer does she have to be punished?”
“Three mortal years.”
“Three...three years?”
“Well, she’s already worked off ten years.”
Her eyes wide, Stacy watched as the faery strapped to the table began to buck her hips. Her arms struggled to get free, and the muscles in her thighs trembled as her babbling and groans turned into moans of delight. She begged the man to keep going. But just as she was nearing orgasm, the little man pulled away.
The faery on the table bucked her hips, tried to move, anything to ease the pressure that had built inside of her.
“Yup,” Marix nodded. “Hey, you want to join in for a little bit? There’s nothing in the rules that say she can’t make you cum, and she’s got one hell of a talented tongue.”
“I—I don’t think so. I—Tina’s waiting...I should go.”
Despite her protestations, she couldn’t seem to leave.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and watch? She’s one of the most talented toys we’ve got here,” he tempted.
“Toys?”
“Her husband just wants to make sure he’s the only man that makes her cum. He said he doesn’t care what we do to her so long as she doesn’t orgasm from it. Are you sure you don’t want to help? Aren’t you even a bit curious?”
Stacy was so wrapped up in watching the three men that were now approaching the bound faery that she had forgotten to pay attention to where her coworker was. An erect cock pressed against her hip as rather large hands roughly cupped her breasts. Marix’s fingers plucked mercilessly at her nipples as he moved against her.
She was even more grateful for the trousers now than she had been when she saw Demetri. Something told her if she’d worn a skirt, this horny man would have had it pooled around her waist by now.
Gripping his hands, she tried to push them away from her body—why did everyone in the building keep grabbing her breasts?—but she stopped when she saw the men repositioning the faery. Her struggles stopped when she saw the woman forced to a sitting position.
Two of the men positioned themselves on either side of her. They each took a nipple into their mouth and began to suckle. The woman was moaning encouragement to them, especially when one of them stuck a finger into her dripping pussy. As she watched the man pumped furiously inside of her for a minute, then withdrew. The fae screamed in frustration, and Stacy couldn’t blame her.
“Incubi are definitely an asset when it comes to her punishment,” Marix continued. “They can keep up foreplay for hours.”
As she watched, one hand from the man on the punished faery’s other side disappeared. A single finger became visible as it delved into her pussy, then disappeared again only to return to the wet hole a second later.
“He’s stretching her.” A palm pressed hard against Stacy’s sex. Thankfully, it was still on the outside of her trousers.
“How—does her husband know what you are doing to her?”
“Sure. Sometimes he even comes and watches. If he visits and decides to fuck her, that’s the only time she’s ever permitted to orgasm. And damn if that isn’t a flood.”
“I—I thought you said she wasn’t—wasn’t allowed—” The movement of his hand was making it hard to concentrate as Marix seemed to move in time with the three incubi they were watching.
“He’s the only exception. And trust me, by the time she leaves here, she won’t piss him off again.”
The men had repositioned her once again. The woman was now on her side, her legs still spread wide as the man in front of her positioned a very hard cock at her pussy and the man now behind her did the same, but he was pressing against her ass.
“They aren’t...they aren’t going to...”
“Oh, yes, they are.” Marix’s hand left her sex to shift to her waist. When he tried to unbutton her pants, she slapped his hand and tried to step away. “Have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t try.” He returned to pressing his palm hard against her and making tiny circles.
Still spellbound, Stacy watched as the men entered the woman on the table easily. The third was stroking his cock near her face. When she opened her mouth to moan, he slipped it between her lips. He twisted her blue hair in his fist and guided her up and down his inhumanly long dick. Instead of biting down or struggling in any way, the woman seemed to enjoy his actions, even when he appeared to tug her hair roughly for pausing.
