Captured For The Fairy King II

  CAPTURED FOR THE FAIRY KING II

  by Neneh Gordon

  Copyright 2012 Neneh Gordon

  French Letters Press

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  Captured For The Fairy King II

  “Hey, fatty. Get up, we’re going for a walk.” I dodged Dean’s attempt to grab me and giggled as he got out of his chair.

  “I’m not fat!”

  No, he wasn’t anyone’s definition of fat. He was tall, dark and solid, but it was all muscle. “You will be if you sit in front of the TV all day.” It was beautiful outside, but all he wanted to do was watch the highlights of yesterday’s football. “You know all the scores, why do you have to watch it?”

  He rolled his dark brown eyes and I laughed. There was no way we were staying inside when the sun was shining and the birds were singing.

  “It’s nearly finished. I’ll come afterwards.”

  I gave him a long look, then turned the television off. “Okay. It’s finished. Shoes. Now.”

  “Sandra!”

  “You know you love it.”

  And just like that, he was up searching for his trainers. He knew better than to turn the football back on. When he was all laced up, I bundled him out of the door before he could change his mind.

  “Where are we going?”

  “The woods.”

  He rolled his eyes again and gave an exaggerated groan. I gave him a shove in the back and he turned around to tickle me under the arms.

  I wasn’t fast enough that time. He tickled a torrent of giggles out of me before I managed to get away.

  “Enough! Enough.” I held my hands up in surrender.

  “Good, now you behave yourself.”

  “Yes, sir.” I couldn’t resist pinching his bottom.

  “Hey!”

  “Maybe we could find a quiet spot away from the path,” I whispered as we got off the pavement and walked between the first of the trees.

  “I knew there was a reason I agreed to this.” He flashed me a wicked smile and cupped the cheek of my ass in his hand.

  I’d only been joking, but his touch prompted me to think more seriously about it. We’d never made love outside. I looked him in the eye, trying to see if he really meant it. He squeezed my ass and I started to think that he did.

  “Have you ever fucked a girl in the woods before?”

  “Is that a euphemism?”

  I poked him in the ribs. I already knew he’d fucked a girl in the ass before. From personal experience.

  As we walked on, we came to a dirt track leading into the bushes. “What about down there?”

  He took a few steps in that direction and looked in. “You really want to do this?”

  “Why? Don’t you?”

  In reply, he came back and swept me up into his arms. I squealed at the fun of it.

  “Just remember, this was your idea,” he said and gave me a very steamy kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed the fact that my boyfriend was big, strong and sexy as hell.

  As he carried me down the track the greenery got denser and the sounds of the city trailed away. It was like our own little Eden in there. With just the odd plastic bottle and discarded crisp packet to spoil the illusion.

  “You do remember the way back, don’t you?” I certainly hadn’t been paying attention.

  “Relax. This place is too small for us to get lost.”

  I suppose he was right.

  “Stop. Stop,” I patted him on the shoulder and he came to a halt. It was the perfect place. “Look.”

  He let me down and we both stared at the clearing we’d found. A shaft of sunshine broke through the treetops like a spotlight, picking out the huge bed of moss that covered the floor.

  “That is seriously weird.”

  We grinned at each other and I pulled him close for a kiss. He pushed me over on to the moss and I let out a long “Oooh!” when I found out how soft it was. He crawled over me, pinning my wrists to the ground and taking another lingering kiss. I groaned as his tongue darted around inside my mouth. He covered my breast with his hand, crushing it through my t-shirt and I closed my eyes. My panties were a soggy mess. I put my hands on the base of his spine, wanting to feel his cock against my crotch. If I was that wet, he must have been hard.

  Dean pulled away. I waited a moment, thinking he was about to undress me – or himself – but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, he wasn’t there any more.

  Well, he was still there, but he wasn’t on the moss with me – he was standing a couple of feet away between a freaky looking couple. The three of them were staring at me in particularly creepy way, so I sat up and pulled my clothes down.

  “What’s going on?” If I’d come across a couple about to do it in the woods, I would have carried on walking. Or maybe found a secluded spot where I could watch. What the hell were these two hippies doing?

  And they did look like hippies. All pale skin, long hair and wispy clothes. He was taller than Dean, but a lot more slender. She was a bit shorter, with a similar build. In fact, they looked enough alike to be brother and sister. Maybe even twins. Their eyes looked strange, like they were wearing purple contact lenses. The more I looked at them, the faster my heart went.

  Nobody answered me. Not even Dean.

  “Hey, what is this?” I started to get up, but then the woman took a step forward and I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. High, fine cheekbones, slanted lilac eyes and long silver-blonde hair. Just like her brother.

  She glided towards me, each bare footstep more graceful than the last. Movement behind her caught my eye and I saw that she had wings. Huge, membranous wings that glittered with all the colours of the rainbow. The man had them too. At first, I thought it was some elaborate costume, but the wings moved so organically they couldn’t be mechanical. What were these people?

  The floaty dress that she wore was a lighter shade of lilac than her eyes, and cut low in the front, revealing the swell of modest breasts. I’ve never had any lesbian tendencies, but my I couldn’t help watching the sway of her body as she came towards me. All of the thoughts in my head went away and I held my breath, waiting for her to reach me.

  “Don’t be afraid.” She hitched up her skirt and got down on her knees in front of me. Her delicate hand went to my cheek, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. Her touch was warm and gentle. I leaned into her caress. The scent of flowers hung on her skin.

  “Who are you?”

  “You would call us fairies.” Her smile warmed me.

  The wings. The eyes. Fairies. I couldn’t quite process what she’d said. I was too aware of her soft curves so close to me.

  Dean. What about Dean? I looked beyond her and saw him standing similarly rapt, gazing into the eyes of the man who held him by the wrist. I felt a moment of jealousy, then she stroked my cheek and the envy disappeared.

  Her eyes drew me back in and she came clo
ser. Her full lips parted and I forgot to breathe. When her lips touched mine, it was like the first sip of water after a long distance run. I opened my mouth and let her in, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She was intoxicating.

  I let her push me down on the moss, eager to have more of her. She straddled me, her tongue still in my mouth. Her hands went to the tail of my t-shirt and she pulled it up. We stopped kissing long enough for her to take it off, then her hands were on my breasts and I collapsed back on the floor. The way that she touched me made my pussy stream with juice. I fumbled at my skirt, desperate to give her access to every part of me. She leaned back and shrugged off her gossamer dress.

  Her body was luminous. Her fair skin glowed with a glimmering life energy that brought my fingers up to touch her. Before I could lay my hands on her shapely breasts, she got up, pulling me with her. “Not yet,” she said and guided me back over to Dean.

  My boyfriend was standing with the fairy man, staring into his eyes. Both of them were as naked as the fairy girl and I. Dean’s cock was hard as an iron bar, but his impressive erection was put to shame by the one his fairy was sporting. Looking at them like that made my pussy burn red hot. I didn’t know who I wanted most out of the three of them. In the end, I realised that I wanted them all.

  “We are the king and queen of fae.” The man spoke with such calm authority that I didn’t doubt him for a moment.

  “We could sense your heat. Will you share it with us?” The fairy queen held out her hand. I wasn’t altogether sure what she was asking, but I knew I couldn’t refuse her. I slipped my hand into hers and the king took hold of Dean. I had a moment to register the tingle of electricity that passed between us and then she drew me into her arms. She held me tight, our breasts squashing together between us. Then she kissed me briefly on the lips and then we rose into the air.

  I didn’t feel the take-off, but in an instant we were rising above the trees and the wind was blowing against my naked skin. Her wings fluttered as fast as a hummingbird’s, making a low buzzing sound as we left the ground behind. Beside us, the fairy king flew with Dean cradled in his arms. I could see their stiff cocks and another wave of liquid gushed between my legs. What was happening to us? It couldn’t be real. If it was a dream, it was the best one I’d had in a long time.

  We flew on over the trees until we came to a river. Dean and I had never gone that deep into the woods before. The sound of rushing water grew louder as our fairy guides took us closer to the bank. They landed lightly and set us down on our feet. I let go of her reluctantly, wishing that our bodies were still pressed together. My hands were itching to get back to her soft skin, but her manner told me it wasn’t what she wanted from me right then.

  The four of us came together beside the river and I met Dean’s eye. He looked dazed – like he’d had one beer too many or he was on the way down from the best sex he’d ever had. Was that what I looked like?

  The buzzing of wings started up again, but this time it wasn’t coming from the king and queen. Dozens of tiny fairies descended, brushing against our naked bodies as they flew around us in a cloud of chatter and tinkling laughter. Their wings grazed me all over, tickling my nipples up into hard nubs and sending tremors of sensation right through me. They seemed to pay special attention to my breasts and my crotch – dive-bombing between my legs and prodding me with their miniscule hands. They swarmed over me so fast that I could barely make them out individually. All I saw was the occasional flash of a pretty face or a handsome body. They were like miniature versions of the fairies that had flown us there, but instead of just lilac, their hair and eyes were as many different colours as you could imagine.

  Gradually, they slowed down, taking only the odd pass at us. I looked over at Dean and saw a pair of female fairies fighting over his cock. One with orange hair and a boyish figure pulled it away from a green one with generous breasts and a rounded ass. Then she clambered aboard, wrapping her teeny arms and legs around Dean’s dick and making him throw back his head in pleasure.

  “Leave them,” the queen said, and they flickered away from us. But not before one of them plunged his hand inside my pussy as a parting shot.

  The colourful throng of fae arranged themselves in rows along the riverside as if they were waiting for a show to start. And then it dawned on me that they probably were.

  “Will you make love for us?” The fairy king gestured to the river. I don’t know if it was wishful thinking, but I heard an unspoken promise in his words. Put on a good show and we’ll fuck you.

  I stepped forward into the shallow water and Dean did the same. He took my hand and we walked into the water together. The river was lukewarm, heated by the sun’s rays. It lapped around my thighs as we waded out into the middle. By the time we got to the deepest part, I was in up to my waist. Keeping hold of my hand, Dean walked around to face me and we kissed. I didn’t want to compare him to the fairy queen, but I found myself thinking of her tender lips. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and thought about what would happen when we were done. Would the four of us make love in front of the crowd of little fairies, or would I have the queen to myself?

  My fantasies leant more urgency to the kiss and we clung to each other. His hard cock got trapped between us and I wondered about what the fairy king would do to my strapping boyfriend. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see the king take him from behind and fuck him hard. Oh god, I was so horny. I lifted a leg and draped it over his hip, pressing my slit against his shaft as I probed his mouth. He shuddered against me and I groaned. My clit felt enormously swollen. I was glad the water was there to take away some of the heat between my legs.

  Dean grabbed my waist and boosted me up. I wrapped both of my legs around him and he speared me on his dick. I cried out as he pushed all the way inside me. A glance towards the shore showed that our audience was watching carefully. All of those eyes on us magnified every touch of his cock in my pussy. I ground against him and hoped that the show was good enough to please the fae. Dean was on fire. He thrusted into me, holding me tight to push deeper inside. My orgasm built quickly. I dug my fingers into his back and he pounded into me, splashing the river water between us. He’d never fucked me so hard and it didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. I came fast and strong. The orgasm ripped a scream from my throat and the fairies granted us a round of applause.

  My lover brought me in close and I slumped against his neck. God that was good. His chest rose and fell against me, his breathing as heavy as mine. I kissed his throat and he kissed my temple. “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you,” I told him. But we both knew that our love didn’t mean we weren’t hot for those fairies waiting for us on the bank.

  We walked back to shore hand in hand. It took us longer to get back – we were tired.

  The king and queen of the fae waited for us with their arms around each other’s waists. His erection was as strong and proud as ever.

  “That was glorious,” the king said. Their smiles gave me hope and triggered another wave of juice from my pussy.

  All of the little folk sat quietly, watching us expectantly.

  The queen let go of her husband and came to me with open arms. Her wings quivered as she took my hand. I went with her gladly and Dean did the same with the king. They took us over to a soft bed of leaves on the lush grass and the four of us lay down together. The queen sat up beside me as I lay on my back. She looked deep into my eyes and any nerves I had melted away. After running a hand down the king’s back between his wings, she turned her attention to me, slipping her fingers between my legs. My knees fell apart and she traced her finger along my wet slit. Our eyes never left each other as her fingers explored me. She smiled at me as she slid her fingers up and down my pussy lips and I started to writhe on the floor.

  The teeny fairies crowded closer, jostling each other for the best view. I hardly noticed them. Not when I had a beautiful fairy queen who wanted to make love to me.

  “You have a pretty c
unt,” she said and eased two fingers inside it. My pussy throbbed and took her in. Twisting her hand, she thumbed my clit and wiggled her fingers inside me. I moaned and arched my back.

  “Very pretty.” She leaned over and kissed me lightly. I felt a hand grab mine. Dean. When she kissed her way down my throat, I turned my head and saw the king sucking Dean’s dick. Dean’s eyes were screwed tightly shut and he squeezed my hand as the king took him balls-deep.

  I hadn’t thought I could get any more turned on, but seeing my man with his dick in the fairy king’s throat made my pussy clutch at the queen’s fingers. I gasped with pure joy. She kissed her way lower, still manipulating my pussy with her fingers. I don’t know what she did to me, but the tugging and wriggling in my cunt felt amazing. I could feel her thumb slipping and sliding over my aching clit. My pussy was making so much juice, it was hard for her to get any friction going.

  The queen’s lips travelled over to my breast and she took my nipple in her mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, closing my thighs over her hand. She brought her teeth together, nipping at the sensitive flesh of my nipple. The way that she walked the line between pleasure and pain brought tears to my eyes. Her other hand went to my other breast and she squeezed as she nibbled. I tightened my grip on Dean’s hand, vaguely aware of his grunts beside me. He was close to the edge. I wanted to see him come.

  Turning my head, I saw that the king had Dean’s legs over his shoulders and was sliding his finger in and out of his ass as he sucked his dick. The little fairies were just as curious as me. Their wings buzzed as they moved closer and found the best seats for the spectacle.

  My pussy clenched. The queen’s hands moved faster, gliding through the slick moisture in my pussy and pawing at my breast. I stared at my man and his fairy lover, watching that finger working in his butthole. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. My orgasm pushed closer, but Dean got there before me. He held my hand so tightly it hurt and bellowed out his climax, filling his lover’s mouth with hot spunk. The king swallowed it down, pulled his finger out and flipped Dean over on to his belly straight away.