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“Good—that’s good,” Sel said encouragingly. “Again. Pull almost all the way out and then thrust in again—all the way to the hilt this time. Really fill him up and fuck his ass hard, Princess.”
He pulled at my hips again and then pushed me forward once more, harder this time, drawing another moan from me and a groan from Krynn. Then he took his hands away and told me to do it on my own.
I put one hand on Krynn’s shoulder and the other on his hip and did as Sel instructed, pulling out and pushing in again as deeply as I could.
“Good, but more—harder!” the big Fae instructed me. “Use your hips and pelvis like a fucking battering ram. Remember—he needs it rough, Princess!”
I did a few more practice thrusts, going as deep as I could and making Krynn moan every time. With every thrust into his ass, I felt an answering thrust in my pussy. Also, the little golden disk between the two sides of the phallus had somehow molded itself to my inner pussy and now it felt like someone sucking and licking my aching clit. I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of magic but it certainly felt like it. Soon I was moaning steadily with every thrust and Krynn was gasping and bracing himself against the wall to keep from falling over as I fucked him.
“Good, good—stop now, though.” Sel’s bronze eyes were burning as he held up a hand to stop us. “I think I can hear the Court. They’ll be coming to get us at any minute.”
Reluctantly, I pulled out of Krynn. The lighter Fae moaned softly and slumped against the wall. Immediately, I was worried.
“Krynn? Are you all right?” I asked him anxiously. “Was I too rough?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say not quite rough enough,” Sel said, frowning. “You have to really give it to him hard to ease the Needing. Oh, and reach around and stroke his cock while you do—he needs to come if he’s going to end the Cycle.”
“All right.” I nodded. It felt a bit strange to think about jerking Krynn off as I fucked him, but the whole situation was strange. Also, my pussy was still tingling with desire as the golden disk continued to magically lick and suck me. Pegging wasn’t as difficult as I might have imagined, I thought. But then, I still hadn’t done it in front of an audience—that was going to be my true test.
“When do I bite him?” I asked Sel, because my fangs were aching. It seemed that having sex called the Thirst the same way the Thirst equated with sexual need. For me, the two now went hand-in-hand, whether I liked it or not.
“Bite him when you come,” Sel advised me. “That will feed your Thirst and his Needing at the same time because the energy flowing through you will make him come too.”
“What if he’s already come from me, uh, jerking him off?” I objected.
The big Fae shook his head.
“Doesn’t matter. He’ll come again. I nearly fucking came myself last night when you were drinking from me and you weren’t even fucking me or touching my cock at the time.”
“Oh…okay.” I nodded, remembering how hot it had been to lean back in Sel’s arms, drinking from his wrist while Krynn tasted my pussy…
My thoughts must have shown on my face because Sel shook his head.
“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” he growled. “You make me want to rip that fucking phallus out and fuck you myself here and now!”
I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Are you saying that watching me fuck Krynn has you all hot and bothered?”
“That and eating your sweet little pussy.” Leaning down, he gave me a long, lingering kiss, feeding me my own secret flavor. When he pulled back, his eyes were burning with lust. “Now go out there on stage and fuck like your life depends on it, Princess. Because it fucking does.”
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Krynn
I slumped against the wall, fighting the Needing as hard as I could. The beast with sharp white teeth inside me was screaming for more—more pain, more pleasure, more sensation—more! The phallus in my ass had felt good—stretching me in a way that edged from pain to pleasure and back again—but it hadn’t fucked me nearly long enough or deep enough.
My own cock was hard and leaking, rivulets of precum running from the tip and sliding down my shaft. And of course, my inner thighs were also coated with the lubricant from the double-ended golden phallus. Which meant I was already a shameful mess—the mixture of precum and lube was shiny and slippery and anyone who saw me would be able to tell I’d already been fucked tonight.
The thought carried shame and humiliation…but desire as well. That’s the insidious nature of the Needing—it makes you crave pain and shame and subjugation and feel it as pleasure.
I heard Princess Lilliana and Sel speaking but I couldn’t focus on their words—all I could feel was the craving inside me to be filled and forced into sexual submission. It had been so long since anyone had really fucked me.
I had tried holding a phallus inside myself while Sel whipped me before, but it wasn’t the same thing as having someone else fuck me—it didn’t satisfy the Needing. Though the phallus Princess Lilliana wore wasn’t a true cock, the Spelled Gold felt real enough to fool the Needing inside me into thinking it was. Tonight I was at the peak of my Cycle—I needed this badly. I just hoped we would be going on stage soon.
There was a knock on the door and Sel exchanged words with someone.
“In a minute,” I heard him say. He turned to me. “Do you want to wear your cloak on stage? You don’t have to take it off until the Public Quenching starts.”
