She took it all as best she could, swallowing hard so she didn't choke, though that didn't stop a few bursts of air from escaping, cum drooling down her chin even as most of it exploded down her throat. Started filling her up the same as the energy had-- as it still was. Being slowly drawn in like the tide, unable to resist seeping into every bit of her. She muttered a soft moan against his cock, holding him close-- not that she was strong enough to stop him from pulling away, but there was a sort of magnetism of sensation there, something to keep him drawn to her. Filling her mouth still as she came all over the King's fingers.
Perhaps he was playing too dangerous of a game, it was hard to tell because there wasn't just one burst-- but echoes of it, like ripples in a pond. Spreading out from her again, and again, and again. Forcing the fae around her through one orgasm after another, much like the woman in the waterway they had to endure pleasure like a marathon-- her father caught up, or perhaps the source, of all of it. The tide rushed in, out, in, out, like the world was fast-forwarding-- till even the most stalwart of the gathered Fae was panting and barely able to form proper words past the orgasms. There was no escaping them, even those who managed to break free of their partners were forced to orgasm on their own, no stimulation even needed as she pushed them through each wave without a second thought.
Only when she was able to get a breath was she able to slow it some, drawing it all in, filling herself with a sort of magical energy that was rolling off of everyone in spades. Deep inside, bundling against her core as she sapped more and more from the room. Finally allowing them rest as they laid about, a giant quivering mass of magic and cum, her own body a little limp and dazed as her eyes opened back up. Trailing up to him as eventually, his cock popped out of her mouth, half-saliva mixed cum oozing down her chin and dripping down as she caught her breath, lips pink and almost bruised, mouth agape as if she didn't have the energy to close it. Slowly... two soft hands reaching up, reaching for him wordlessly, though her eyes said it all.
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Perhaps he was playing too dangerous of a game, it was hard to tell because there wasn't just one burst-- but echoes of it, like ripples in a pond. Spreading out from her again, and again, and again. Forcing the fae around her through one orgasm after another, much like the woman in the waterway they had to endure pleasure like a marathon-- her father caught up, or perhaps the source, of all of it. The tide rushed in, out, in, out, like the world was fast-forwarding-- till even the most stalwart of the gathered Fae was panting and barely able to form proper words past the orgasms. There was no escaping them, even those who managed to break free of their partners were forced to orgasm on their own, no stimulation even needed as she pushed them through each wave without a second thought.
Only when she was able to get a breath was she able to slow it some, drawing it all in, filling herself with a sort of magical energy that was rolling off of everyone in spades. Deep inside, bundling against her core as she sapped more and more from the room. Finally allowing them rest as they laid about, a giant quivering mass of magic and cum, her own body a little limp and dazed as her eyes opened back up. Trailing up to him as eventually, his cock popped out of her mouth, half-saliva mixed cum oozing down her chin and dripping down as she caught her breath, lips pink and almost bruised, mouth agape as if she didn't have the energy to close it. Slowly... two soft hands reaching up, reaching for him wordlessly, though her eyes said it all.