"Your mother's daughter," the Fairy King uttered again, enraptured by Laele's performance. It seemed like the constant flow of energy from the little girl was beginning to affect him as well: his cock dripped precum onto her back as he slid it between her cheeks, hard and throbbing and pinning her between it and her father's erection. His fingers had focused in on her clit and were rubbing insistently in a circular pattern on it, using her own juices to make the motion smooth instead of rough. "That's a good girl." The encouragement came from the King but might as well have come from her father--if he could have uttered it. Richard seemed to quickly be losing his sensibility and his self-control as Laele lavished her power upon him more and more. Both his hands had come to hold her head, to thread through and knot in her hair, and they were tensing. Releasing. Tensing. His mouth had opened and he was breathing hard, puffing out and gasping in pleasure as she continued to service him. He was looking at her but his eyes seemed to be periodically losing focus.
Wanton screams and moans came from all around them as the group descended into mindless pleasure. Cocks, fingers and anything at hand were being pressed into every available orifice. Tongues licked sloppily amidst drooling mouths while hips pumped mindlessly away. Everywhere there were scenes of complete and total abandon: at one end of the dining table food had been hastily cleared away to make available enough space for a couple to rut. Without pretense or thought a male fairy came from behind the two and forced himself into the woman on top, who herself seemed barely aware of it happening. A faerie woman had been lifted aloft by an unsteady few and was fairly skewered on their cocks as she struggled to keep herself aloft with beating wings. Everywhere fairies seemed to be engaging with wild abandon, picking simply whoever was close to hand without concern for age, gender or existing involvement. Two men pressed together, both thrusting into a single closed fist as they ground against one another. A teenage boy bent in ecstasy as he held an older woman's mouth to his groin. Wet, sloppy and sticky sounds echoed amidst moans and gasps.
The first hint Laele had that she'd made her father lose control came in the form of his grip tightening and a short, sharp tug. She found her mouth stuffed more full of her daddy's cock than it ever had been before--so overfull that she could hardly help but choke. She only found room to breathe when he pulled out but even that was only in service of thrusting back into her. He pulled her head down and thrust in, pulled back, thrust in, pulled back... using her like she was a toy. Like he was fucking straight through the core of the little slime, as if he could use his daughter like a fucktoy in the same way. Brief gasps and pants of her name poured out of his mouth as he reached the end of his endurance.
As if that wasn't enough, the Faerie King upped his assault on her clit at the very same time. Driving her almost unquestioningly towards orgasm, he breathed in her ear: "Relax as best you can. Let him use you. Focus on your own feelings and draw everything into your core, every little bit of warmth and heat, build it up like a spring..."
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Wanton screams and moans came from all around them as the group descended into mindless pleasure. Cocks, fingers and anything at hand were being pressed into every available orifice. Tongues licked sloppily amidst drooling mouths while hips pumped mindlessly away. Everywhere there were scenes of complete and total abandon: at one end of the dining table food had been hastily cleared away to make available enough space for a couple to rut. Without pretense or thought a male fairy came from behind the two and forced himself into the woman on top, who herself seemed barely aware of it happening. A faerie woman had been lifted aloft by an unsteady few and was fairly skewered on their cocks as she struggled to keep herself aloft with beating wings. Everywhere fairies seemed to be engaging with wild abandon, picking simply whoever was close to hand without concern for age, gender or existing involvement. Two men pressed together, both thrusting into a single closed fist as they ground against one another. A teenage boy bent in ecstasy as he held an older woman's mouth to his groin. Wet, sloppy and sticky sounds echoed amidst moans and gasps.
The first hint Laele had that she'd made her father lose control came in the form of his grip tightening and a short, sharp tug. She found her mouth stuffed more full of her daddy's cock than it ever had been before--so overfull that she could hardly help but choke. She only found room to breathe when he pulled out but even that was only in service of thrusting back into her. He pulled her head down and thrust in, pulled back, thrust in, pulled back... using her like she was a toy. Like he was fucking straight through the core of the little slime, as if he could use his daughter like a fucktoy in the same way. Brief gasps and pants of her name poured out of his mouth as he reached the end of his endurance.
As if that wasn't enough, the Faerie King upped his assault on her clit at the very same time. Driving her almost unquestioningly towards orgasm, he breathed in her ear: "Relax as best you can. Let him use you. Focus on your own feelings and draw everything into your core, every little bit of warmth and heat, build it up like a spring..."
"Then let go."