Richard was utterly sucked in, his eyes locked tight onto his daughter's pretty face. He was utterly and completely torn--made frustrated and angry by the strange fairy noble (was he really a king?) who had placed Laele on his lap, and also made undeniably excited by the situation. Did he want his daughter to open her soft, plush lips wide and taste her father's cock? Of course he did. He'd been dreaming of it for a long, long time, since the little slime had simulated it for him. Perhaps even before that, although he'd never have admitted it at the time.
The man was talking again. His honeyed tongue, Richard was discovering, had a way of ferreting out what Richard least wanted him to say. "So beautiful," he cooed. "That last moment before a pair steps over the boundary. No way of going back after that, I'm afraid. The liminal threshold is a fragile one." The sigh he blew out was echoed around the assembly and Richard flicked his gaze sideways for just a moment, long enough to see that he wasn't the only one feeling tense. Around the group of fairies, almost all eyes were on the king, on the hunter and his daughter. They were waiting with bated breath for the next step in whatever play they were partaking in. He looked back to match Laele's gaze. One final nod. Laele reached forward.
Richard sucked in a breath as his cock sprang out, revealed to the onlookers by his daughter's dark, soft hands. The fairies, those that weren't involved in their own kinds of games, made encouraging noises and leaned in even more. His member throbbed there in the summer air, thick and tense as he felt. His knees shook as she began to slowly pump him. Richard felt as if he was floating on something: he closed his eyes to savor the moment and so was utterly unprepared for the feeling of his daughter's soft, wet lips on his glistening pink cockhead. The hunter let out a gasp amid encouraging words from the fairies surrounding them and clenched his hand in his daughter's hair. "Laele," he breathed, and shook as her deft little tongue began to play with him.
Richard didn't have the awareness in him at the moment to notice, but as Laele had begun to tend to him, her unique power was beginning to take effect. Ripples of lust spread out from her and seemed to have an even stronger effect on the fairies than they had on humans so far: fairies were already fidgeting, giggling, gasping in pleasure. More than one female fairy had slipped her fingers to her already-damp undergarments and more than one male had released his uncomfortable tent. The Fairy King himself, although seemingly still in possession of his senses, grinned deeply. "Perfect," he whispered, and ground his cock into Laele's soft back.
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The man was talking again. His honeyed tongue, Richard was discovering, had a way of ferreting out what Richard least wanted him to say. "So beautiful," he cooed. "That last moment before a pair steps over the boundary. No way of going back after that, I'm afraid. The liminal threshold is a fragile one." The sigh he blew out was echoed around the assembly and Richard flicked his gaze sideways for just a moment, long enough to see that he wasn't the only one feeling tense. Around the group of fairies, almost all eyes were on the king, on the hunter and his daughter. They were waiting with bated breath for the next step in whatever play they were partaking in. He looked back to match Laele's gaze. One final nod.
Laele reached forward.
Richard sucked in a breath as his cock sprang out, revealed to the onlookers by his daughter's dark, soft hands. The fairies, those that weren't involved in their own kinds of games, made encouraging noises and leaned in even more. His member throbbed there in the summer air, thick and tense as he felt. His knees shook as she began to slowly pump him. Richard felt as if he was floating on something: he closed his eyes to savor the moment and so was utterly unprepared for the feeling of his daughter's soft, wet lips on his glistening pink cockhead. The hunter let out a gasp amid encouraging words from the fairies surrounding them and clenched his hand in his daughter's hair. "Laele," he breathed, and shook as her deft little tongue began to play with him.
Richard didn't have the awareness in him at the moment to notice, but as Laele had begun to tend to him, her unique power was beginning to take effect. Ripples of lust spread out from her and seemed to have an even stronger effect on the fairies than they had on humans so far: fairies were already fidgeting, giggling, gasping in pleasure. More than one female fairy had slipped her fingers to her already-damp undergarments and more than one male had released his uncomfortable tent. The Fairy King himself, although seemingly still in possession of his senses, grinned deeply. "Perfect," he whispered, and ground his cock into Laele's soft back.