The noises Laele was making were familiar to Richard, although he'd more or less blocked them from his mind, or tried to: little gasps, quiet moans, even miniature shudders that ran from her fingers to her toes. Every motion the king made seemed to set her off. Little by little, she was drawing towards the state she'd been in when Richard had been "forced" to help her with his mouth and his tongue. A horny little mess. Not yet, but maybe soon if the Fairy king got his way.

From his side the Fae woman taunted, offering him another chance to look and perhaps, to participate. He didn't so much as turn his head to look at her, although it was clear by the tenseness that grew in his body, he was listening. His hand clenched his sword hilt so hard it creaked, so hard his knuckles turned pure white.
Slowly, slowly, he eased his hand off. Both flopped to his sides, almost like he'd given up. And the king removed his hands from Laele's ears.

"Fine." Richard said harshly, but there was almost a note of pleading in his voice. He moved forward, within arms' reach of his daughter when the king beckoned. And he curled his lip but didn't argue when again the Fae man began to caress his daughter's breasts.

"Time to learn," the Faerie king breathed. "Why don't you unfasten your father's pants?" He pinched and tugged on Laele's little nipples, then slowly roamed downwards until his hand was grazing her thighs. Almost less than an inch from reaching her sensitive flesh between her legs, from touching her where her father's tongue had been not long ago. The Fae around her watched in awe as if it was something of a spectacle, and perhaps it was.
When did you get to see a Fae's sexual awakening, let alone one as special as Laele?