Beauty (A Faery Story 3)

Their turn. Her turn. Did it really matter as long as they kept touching her?

Lach growled, his hands back in her hair. “Get her clothes off. Now, Shim. I can’t wait. It’s killing me.”

“He’s such a pain in my ass. He thinks I don’t feel it, but he’s wrong. I feel it every bit as badly as he does, but I’m the intellectual half. It’s my lot in life to be forced to forever deal with his drama.”

This wasn’t how she’d imagined they would speak. “You talk so oddly.”

“Hold your arms up, love.” Shim pulled the dress over her head, freeing her from the burden. “I talk the way I do because I spent so much time on the Vampire plane. Our mother was a vampire. She wanted us to have close ties to her people.”

She still felt like she was floating, but sparks had already begun in her pussy again. “My cos is a vampire.”

“Yes, Dante. We’ve met him.” Shim’s hands skimmed down, dragging her undergarments along.

Of course they knew Dante. They lived in her head. Dante was there, the funniest of playmates.

“He annoys me, but his consort seems nice,” Lach allowed.

Consort? Dante wasn’t old enough to have a consort. And she loved Dante. Confusion began to set in. And so did pain. She doubled over, crying. She’d hoped it was gone, but it was back, that fire in her loins. The burning flared and she couldn’t help but cry out her despair.

“Damn it,” Shim cursed. “Whatever they gave her, it was strong. She needs another orgasm. Lie down, love.”

Lach picked her up. “Who did this to you, a chumann? Give me his name.”

She shook a little. The fire was building. “Micha. He wanted to marry me. He was angry when I showed my true self.”

Oh, she needed the touch again. Lach laid her on the bed, staring down at her as Shim stripped off her undergarment. Naked. She was naked in front of him. His eyes latched on to her pussy.

“Where is this man? I will have his heart on the end of my sword.” Lach pulled his shirt over his head revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. His torso was covered with golden, sun-kissed skin pulled over taut muscles. He was so masculine.

“He’s the mayor. He didn’t want me to tell them who I am.” No one wanted her to tell. Certainly not Gillian. Gillian. She’d been here. She’d said things that made no sense.

“A small man, older? Did he wear a golden broach and order everyone about as though he owned them?”

Her legs moved restlessly of their own accord. “He put the solution in my water and when it didn’t work, he forced it down my throat. So much.”

Lach pushed his pants down, freeing his cock. Bron’s eyes widened. A cock. She’d seen them before on small boys bathing in the river and once when she’d accidently seen two peasants making love in a barn, but Lach was so much more. His cock was long and thick. It was almost purple, like a ripe plum sitting on a thick stalk. Lach wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking firmly.

“Spread your legs, love. If you want me to take care of you, you have to give access.” Lach didn’t wait for her to obey. He took her ankles and forced them apart, leaving her pussy on full display. “If he was wearing a purple tunic and that gold broach, then you don’t need to worry about him ever again, love. He’s lying in the town square and he won’t get up unless I tell him to. Gods, that’s a gorgeous sight.”

He reached down and touched her, his finger running from her navel down to her pussy. He delved inside, running all over her labia and into her cunt.

His cock jumped. She knew it wasn’t true, that it was only her imagination, but the idea that Micha had gotten what was coming to him gave her comfort. Micha had cut a swath through the district, taking advantage of anyone he could. The plane would be a better place without him.

“Lift up, a chumann.” Shim was getting in behind her, sliding his naked body under her own. Warm flesh surrounded her.

Lach pulled his fingers free and did something that made Bron gasp. He stared for a moment at his fingers, coated in the cream of her arousal. Then he shoved those fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

“He thinks you taste good.” Shim’s hands were once again on her breasts.

“He knows you taste good,” Lach said.

Bron shook her head. They were wasting time. The fire was building. “Please. Just touch me.”

Lach settled himself between her legs. “I will, love. I’ll touch you. I’ll make you come. I studied. I learned everything just for you.”

She was about to protest again, but he leaned over, his whole body on the bed, torso down. His face was close to her pussy. She couldn’t imagine what he was planning and then he licked her.

What a feeling. Perfection. Arousal swelled, puffing up her pussy, her clit poking out its hood and throbbing for his touch. He stroked her, a long lick of his tongue that lit up every inch of her pussy. He started at her cunt, spearing her with his tongue. It was like a cock. He was fucking her, but with his tongue, tasting her essence. It was so intimate. She was on his tongue. He was in her pussy.