He could see the look of uncertainty on his little daughter's face. She looked at him, then turned slightly to see if she could spy the expression on the Fairy King's face, but evidently found no clear answer there. That was no surprise: the man's expression had been unreadable since the beginning of their encounter and it certainly hadn't changed any now. His face was a concealed mask of a knowing smile and gleaming eyes. It was clear he was enjoying himself--and had been since the start. But Richard's face was still mixed.
He looked down at his cute little girl as she began to fumble with his belt. It wasn't an easy job, but she managed her best. The bulge in his trousers had been there since the Fairy woman had played with him, but she knew enough by this point to understand he wasn't fully hard... and yet when his daughter reached out to him, the bulge grew. Perhaps it was because his member had been expecting the contact and was belatedly responding to it, thinking the delicate hand that reached to expose him was another woman's, or perhaps it was because he was already imagining his daughter's hand on his shaft. Or, more salaciously yet, perhaps his body was reacting automatically to her. Perhaps he was already keyed to grow, stiffen, throb as his daughter brushed his skin.
She had a difficult time undoing his pants and ended up having to lean forward to work at it. When his underclothes were half-revealed, the bulge now clearly defined under the fabric and straining to get out, she paused, flushed, looked up to him. She had reason to do it besides her nervousness, anyway: the growing member underneath her lap had been angled by her forward lean to the point where it was now almost bending between her cheeks, grinding slowly as its angle equalized, along her slit and then backwards, grazing over her little asshole, threatening to pierce in (why did it feel like it was on her bare skin all of a sudden, not her clothes?) but it finally sprung back. The Fairy King's cock ended up between her cheeks, sandwiched and then firm against her lower back. She could feel a shiver go through the man rubbing her inner thighs, his fingers grazing closer and closer.
Richard stared at his daughter for a long time. Looking deep into her eyes and feeling his own gaze soften. He reached out a hand, using his rough palm to pat Laele's head. Slowly, he nodded. "Take it out."
The pressure was uncomfortable, she hadn't experienced much back there, and she didn't know what to do with the feeling of his weight pressing in on her. She didn't want to cause problems-- she never did, but all the same, it felt like she needed to wiggle away. Thankfully she didn't have to when that hard length sprung up behind her instead, pressing into her back as her attention narrowed in on the bulge before her.
Her throat worked, once, twice, before she nodded. Little wisps of white hair sticking to her cheeks and tumbling into curls, framing the face that stared up for perhaps a moment too long before sliding back down. Looking at the straining fabric she blew out a breath, the half-familiar smell meeting her from being so close. She knew him better than any, as her father and constant companion since she left the monastery. Reaching out she gripped the edges, gently tugging against it, slowly easing it out of the way and allowing that thick length to spring out in front of her.
She had done something like this before, hadn't she?
Soft hands wrapped around the base, angling the head toward herself, a breath tight and high to steel herself before she started stroking him. Soft, nervous, gentle at first but it didn't take long for her to find an easy rhythm. It wasn't normal, not yet, but she could manage it better than most would in her position. Plush pinks parting, pressing against the tip as she strained to push him in a bit. It still felt odd, but she was better equipped to do it than many. Allowing herself to suckle at the end delicately, little swipes of a soft tongue attempting to be attentive-- attempting, perhaps, to ease his mind. Maybe with it her own. Those little ripples of her power, that gentle echo, already beginning to creep along the room.
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.
Laele was glad for the way her mind narrowed down to a point when his cock head brushed her tongue, taking over her senses briefly. Keeping the murmurs and commentary out of her nervous little ears if only for a moment. Allowing herself to hyperfocus, however, only lasted so long. The murmurs and sighs around her slowly creeping back in as his hand threaded into those silky white hairs. Curling in the messy tufts atop her head as she stared up again, drawn to the sound of her own voice. It wasn't a new perspective, she spent most of her life looking up to him, though the weight in her mouth was still new. She tried to tell herself it was like the bathhouse-- but it wasn't, not entirely. He knew it to be her at the very least, and beyond that, there was many more watching than her ever constant-companion the slime and some water-woman.
She made a small grunting noise at the feel of the grind, but other than that, it seemed the King wasn't privy to much more of her attention in that moment. Instead allowing herself to work against the tip, hands sliding down to allow her mouth a little more space. It was clear she'd probably not fit all of him without a great deal more work, but that didn't mean she had entirely forgotten her lessons. The tip already dripping with saliva as she worked over what she could fit, hands spreading that wetness downward, touching every inch she couldn't tuck away into her mouth.
It wasn't a curious swallowing of his shaft like he might have gotten from the Fae woman, but there was no missing the slow, almost loving ministration. Careful touches and closely watching eyes, making sure each reaction was a good reaction. Working her way back and forth she fell into a small pace with the help of his hands. Working herself over every bit she could fit, ignoring the small dribbles of wetness already running down her chin. Inexperience left her more messy than most, but that didn't stop those soft pink lips from gliding along his shaft, sucking here or there, her cheeks hollowing out a bit as her eyes fluttered closed. Trying her best to focus back on him, even if it wasn't the same as earlier.
The crowd felt it too, lulled into a slow, building pleasure, little shocks of satisfaction following as he nudged to the back of her mouth. She seemed to at least be allowing herself to enjoy it, or perhaps was being accidentally overtaken by the echo of his own pleasure as it tingled through her body. Either way, she had fallen in tune with him, and thus, some of the worry and fear left her features. Instead succumbing to easier instincts, filling her mouth with more of him at every chance.
It was clear to everyone watching that this wasn't something Laele was particularly accustomed to doing. She struggled at parts here and there, primarily figuring out how best to fit her father's size into her pretty little mouth. Her naivete was incredibly endearing, it seemed, to the surrounding fairies: more than one seemed ready to guide her in one way or another or at least offer advice. However, any raised voices were met with a stern look from the Fairy King and the offered help subsided, quickly distracted in one way or another by roving hand and puckered lips. A particularly keen observer might have been able to draw one or more conclusions from the way the fairies began to ease into their tender orgy. Perhaps one could have noted the way they seemed willing to freely engage with as many nearby partners as they could get their hands on, or how they seemed perfectly willing to approach an already entangled individual. One woman with gossamer wings and bright red hair stole up behind a yellow-haired man and slipped her hands under his tunic to caress and to stroke his chest. Another fairy, seemingly randomly chosen, was shuddering as she was stimulated by as many as a dozen hands on her from different fairies of both genders. Everywhere foreplay was in full swing and seemed to be going no further, fingers brushing just short of throbbing tents and dampened thighs.
Richard was enraptured. His little daughter suckled on his cock and pushed him slowly, tantalizingly slowly... deeper. She was making a mess, the poor girl, her saliva mixing with his precum and dripping from her overstuffed mouth. She wasn't practiced, but she was learning. Learning at an honestly astonishing rate: although Richard wasn't voiceless and certainly his "tells" were discernible (a hitched breath as her tongue slid over his head, his grip on her hair tightening when she sucked on him and slid slowly back along his shaft) there was no reason she should know exactly where his sweet spots were after traveling over them just once. It was a theme that the Fairy King seemed to be counting on, for as her focus narrowed he whispered hot against her ear to encourage her. "That's what makes you so special, my sweet," he told her. "Focus on your father's feelings. Like you were staring into the reflection on a pond, dip your face in. Become one with it. Embrace what makes you, you." The King's fingers, smooth and soft, dipped between the little girl's legs as he pushed her gently forward. Taking up every inch of her possible retreat so she just had to accept more of her father's hard cock into her mouth. His fingers slid slowly, tantalizingly down... and sent a jolt through her body when they touched her clit. "Focus," he told her again.
"Good girl," Richard breathed, looking down at his daughter as she blew him. At her pretty face that he was dirtying. It was all he could do not to take her delicate face and jam his cock down her throat. To pump his cum into her as her eyes fluttered wide.
The voice in her ear got a soft, startled sound, though most beyond the three of them wouldn't hear it. It was far too muffled amongst the sighs of pleasure and the pleading noises-- never mind the dampening of his cock filling her mouth again. It didn't last long either. She tried to focus back in, but the words rung in her ear. Like a pond. It reminded her of the nymph, the way the feelings had built up so strongly inside of her without even being directly touched for a lot of it. She didn't respond, not that she could really, but it was clear she heard if only by the way thick lashes fluttered open and golden eyes found themselves once more upon her father.
Swallowing a mess of pre and saliva she tried to stop herself from running from that feeling. She had grown so used to that, but she couldn't now, and knew it would only get worse if she continued to strain away from it. Sighing she took in another half-inch, his cock head pressing to the back of her throat as she stared up like a doll, or perhaps a half-fae girl slipping into a trance. The approval was the only thing to get a reaction after that, a fluttering of eyelashes as she beamed up at him. Her tongue swiping at him, and soon he'd feel that pull stronger than before. The sensation of her magic creeping along his skin along with hers. The pleasure of fingers on her clit somehow being played out along his skin, a strong pulse of pleasure climbing up from his cock.
She listened in, not just with her ears, but with that inexperienced magic. Feeling every little hitch of pleasure when she did this or that, every echo that played back through her, and made sure to do it again. Mixing all the pleasure together, her own along with his, picking up the pace as her mouth slid up and down his shaft, dribbling onto the floor below them without a care. Inching him as deep as she could before pulling back with a wet pop, mouth smearing the tip before she drew him back in. Sucking him deep again and repeating the process, teasing every little spot that she had learned. Knowing now just how he wanted to be pleased in this moment, and more so, allowing herself to do it.
The little push easing her into the proper state, enchanted by the feel of him in her mouth, continuing to pump and suckle on him as it readily turned the fae around them into a complete mess. There was no resisting the pulse of magic now, overflowing as she eagerly lapped up every little pre before drowning herself down back onto his cock like it was becoming second nature. Perhaps it was.
The Fairy King's eyes were glittering. "What a natural," he breathed, tracing his fingers along Laele's damp lips and brushing her sensitive little clit. Perhaps there was some magic in him too, for he seemed to know all the right places to touch her, all the ways to coax her shy arousal out from its nervous hiding place. Or perhaps it was the way his fingers seemed electric, like they transferred little pleasant shocks to her skin where he touched her. "Truly your mother's daughter," the King sighed in contentment, and continued to instruct her--although there was little enough she seemed to need direction on. "Take the pleasure you feel and imagine," he instructed. "Imagine that warmth coming from you and flowing into your father, reaching deep, reaching to his fingers and his toes. Like sending a warm wave through every part of him, rebounding back to you."
Richard looked down with a rare amount of tenderness in his eyes, clearly understanding just how much of herself his daughter was devoting to fulfilling his needs, and more--to making sure he felt good. He found he couldn't say much at all through the thick knot of his throat as he looked down at the happy expression on his daughter's pretty, white-framed face. She was driving him wild, whether she understood it or not: little jolts of electric warmth were jittering through his cock and into his core, little pulses that seemed vaguely in time with the way her own body was being touched. It was a faint, fuzzy sort of feeling yet, but that was fine with him: otherwise he might not have been able to hold on at all. As it was Richard was struggling to keep the rising tide of his orgasm from overflowing. His fingers ran through his daughter's hair as his breathing caught and hitched and came much, much more quickly.
Although Richard was holding on as best he could, it seemed like Laele was dissolving the minds of the faeries around them. What had begun as a relatively relaxed, easy bout of foreplay had become a complete mess. Traveling out from her were those shockwaves of pleasure and they were turning their onlookers into an almost mindless pile. All pretense had been abandoned and with it, a great deal of delicacy: in complete departure from the way the fairies had been gently teasing each other, now they were fumbling, almost uncoordinated in their attempts to sate their lusts. Wet lips wrapped around stiff erections and tasted them sloppily while hands furiously worked to shed clothing and press inwards. Already moans and gasps were filling the air, and Laele had just begun.
The instructions were vague, yet they made some sort of sense, it was as if she could feel the energy around her. Instead of just being aware, it was like she was tied to it in some way. She could push it out in waves or draw it in, and it seemed she had no shortage, no matter which way she went with it. Allowing the energy to pulse for a few moments, experimenting with it, before she drew it in from her Father once again. Letting it build with her own before she pushed him deep into her mouth, letting the feelings flow back out. Gentle as butterflies into a slow torrent, like the beginnings of a mudslide, he'd feel the swell of pleasure and magic that was inside of her. Familiar and yet different, as she allowed herself to keep multiplying the pleasure, not thinking of what it was doing to those around them, instead just focusing on every note of satisfaction that he offered.
It felt so good to make him feel good, in every sense. She fell into it like she was sinking in quicksand, yet didn't want to be saved. Legs tensing around the King's hand, she didn't try to stop him as she had before, instead using that fuel to add to the fire. Like gasoline tossed into a forest fire, nothing was going to stop until he finished. It became abundantly clear as her movements became a little more messy, more enchanted. Mouth opening, tongue slipping out as she struggled to fit more of him, gagging and yet not stopping as she continued to work over the tip and the shaft. Pumping firmly as she moaned gently against the thick weight on her tongue, sending a ripple of pleasure through the area.
It seemed she'd gone beyond simply wanting to satisfy him, to enjoying it, to needing it. Not unlike she had been when she was struggling to walk through the ache in her legs, it seemed there was something about Richard that let her fall apart and welcome the pleasure instead of run from it-- and he was getting the brunt of it. In every pleasurable way possible. The pleasure spreading, not just from his cock but to every inch of his body as she stared up, cheeks bulging a little as she tried to stuff more of him inside, wet from the small bit of attention she was getting alone.
"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..."
It was hard, very hard, at first to relax as he began using her rather than letting her passively please him. The feel of that thick head nudging her throat making her sputter and gag, even if the sounds didn't have much room to escape, his girth making a near seal with her lips with the way he stretched her out. The saliva just drooling down her chin and neck, unable to stop it from being pulled out along with his cock, smearing off against her lips when he shoved back in.
She tried not to focus on the choking sensation, even with her own pleasure, but it wasn't easy, and it took her a bit-- not that it stopped the messy sounds or even messier sensations that flowed out. But as he began to tense, to push deeper, she found herself drawing more and more of the surrounding pleasure in, letting her mind center on it, to focus on the way it built inside of her. Like the time she had tried to fill a waterskin only to have the river tug the entire thing away with as much as the pressure hit the back. But she held it tight, like a knot in her chest, memories of her father's mouth feeding it even more as fingers tickled and touched her, leaving her dripping as he once again shoved in.
Her eyes slid up, watching the strain on his face as she felt herself fill, the sensations filling up every bit of her body till she was tingling from her nose to the tips of her toes with magic and overwhelming pleasure. The only warning he'd get was a desperate, tight whimper and a bow of her back as she couldn't hold it anymore, and like the waterskin, it got away from her. The burst is like an emotional shockwave, hitting those closest hardest, but no one seemed to be safe from it. If the messy, desperate, gasping sounds were anything to go by. Her own body shuddering as she came with so little contact, making an absolute mess between her legs as she desperately swallowed down her Father's cock.
It seems there was no getting away from it for him for now, she needed to be filled, and instincts were ruling her every action. Shoving forward and stuffing him as deep as she could take him, desperate, needy, and unwilling to let him go till she was stuffed full. Though, if it was anything like before, the group-- and poor Richard-- would need to suffer a multitude of orgasms before Laele could even gain control of herself. But it was far, far too late to worry about that now.
Her father's cock used her mouth like the tight little hole it was, forcing her to accommodate as much of him as she possibly could. Strings of saliva and precum trailed from her lips to his shaft every time he pulled halfway out, and every push back in shoved dribbles and droplets out of her overstuffed mouth. Wet trails dripped down her pretty, exposed chest and trailed down between her legs where the Faerie King continued his assault. He murmured words of encouragement into her ear even as her father used her pretty little mouth, the large and gruff man utterly lost to his continued thrusting. Forced as she was to her father's groin, she bent at such an angle that the King could reach more and more of her with his cock. He ground against her like he planned on spitroasting her, although his cockhead was never quite in the right place to spear one of her vulnerable holes. His fingers abandoned any pretense of slowness and simply rubbed her back and forth as his own cock throbbed. Richard felt he might be able to regain his senses if he just focused for a moment longer. Just a moment longer.
And then Laele surged forward, shoving him as deep as she could take him. Far deeper than he'd imagined. And the wave hit him.
Richard held her head there, leaning over her petite body as he struggled to keep his legs from buckling. He gasped out, almost insensibly, fighting for air as his eyes squeezed shut. "Laele," he groaned, a deep shuddering gasp that seemed to go through his whole body as he came. He'd orgasmed before, many times, but this was something more than that. It was a shaking quiver that ran through his entire figure, from his toes to his fingers. It was all he could do to stand there, swaying, riding out the surging wave of his and Laele's pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth and his cum went rushing down her throat, little droplets and strings escaping her mouth as a particularly hard spurt came too quick for her to swallow. Her father's sticky cum drenched her throat and her stomach as he gasped, holding onto her tight, almost demanding she swallow every last bit.
The King seemed to have better control of his senses, but only just: warm shots of his cum painted the girl's dark skin on her back as he shivered and let out higher-pitched gasps. Between his haze he was able to say: "take that energy that's surging around you right now. Breathe it... hh... in. Make it yours." She could feel it: all around her, amplified by the dozens of shivering and shaking piles surrounding them, energy swirled. It was intoxicating. "Take it in until you're full."
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.
To Richard it felt like the longest orgasm he'd ever ridden out, and although he knew it couldn't be true he felt somehow lighter after it finally, finally finished. How many shots had that been? Seven? Twelve? It was like she'd stolen some of his energy away with every pump he'd sent shooting down her hungry throat. He was ready to pull back, to pull out... and then it hit him again--more pulses of cum into his little daughter's body. And when it stopped, another wave. And another and another. Perhaps there were more, but he began to lose track of time, each shivering wave of pleasure suffusing him and wringing another orgasm from him, or maybe two. It was hard to tell where one ended and the next began, and only when it finally trickled to an end did he come to his senses. But slowly. So agonizingly slowly, like he was poking his head out of a very safe hole and uncertain what kind of world existed outside it.
All around them the little wooded glade was a mess. Here and there food had been pushed off the tables but in some places the faeries hadn't had enough time or sensibility: they'd rutted on top of bowls of fruit or rolled into platters of exotic meats. None were still flying: all had, without a single exception, lost the coordination to do so much as hover. Wings beat weakly around the scene as chests rose and fell unsteadily. Some had been hit by the waves while still wrapped up in each other but many had slid free; however, even outside of their partners' warm embraces the assault hadn't let up. Sticky fluids decorated almost every single individual in attendance, inside and out. Several had simply passed out while others blinked weakly and tried to focus on something.
That something, for Richard, ended up being Laele. He looked down just as she looked up and they met eyes, a tender moment shared as she slowly slid off his cock. She looked as exhausted as he did but in a decidedly different way. He didn't know what it meant yet, not really, but he answered to the nonverbal request even as she made it. He reached down and pulled his little girl up, although his own unsteadiness caused the hunter to fall right back onto his rump. He sat there, breathing heavily, crushing his daughter to his chest in the warmest, tightest and most exhausted hug he'd ever given her. Ever given anyone, perhaps. "Shhh," he managed to say with the last reserves of his strength. Even speech felt like an effort. "That's a good girl. That's my good girl," he praised her, warm ripples still brushing him now and then. He hugged her tight.
"This is your power," a voice whispered on the wind. "Make it your own."
Richard looked up and blinked once, twice: the fae glen was gone, and in its place was the forest they'd wandered through... was it really only an hour ago? The slime burbled softly as it slid up to them and joined their hug. Perhaps he would have pushed it away in another situation, but he didn't have the energy. And it wasn't so bad to hold both of them.
"My Laele," he murmured. "You did a good job. I'm proud of you."
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He looked down at his cute little girl as she began to fumble with his belt. It wasn't an easy job, but she managed her best. The bulge in his trousers had been there since the Fairy woman had played with him, but she knew enough by this point to understand he wasn't fully hard... and yet when his daughter reached out to him, the bulge grew. Perhaps it was because his member had been expecting the contact and was belatedly responding to it, thinking the delicate hand that reached to expose him was another woman's, or perhaps it was because he was already imagining his daughter's hand on his shaft. Or, more salaciously yet, perhaps his body was reacting automatically to her. Perhaps he was already keyed to grow, stiffen, throb as his daughter brushed his skin.
She had a difficult time undoing his pants and ended up having to lean forward to work at it. When his underclothes were half-revealed, the bulge now clearly defined under the fabric and straining to get out, she paused, flushed, looked up to him.
She had reason to do it besides her nervousness, anyway: the growing member underneath her lap had been angled by her forward lean to the point where it was now almost bending between her cheeks, grinding slowly as its angle equalized, along her slit and then backwards, grazing over her little asshole, threatening to pierce in (why did it feel like it was on her bare skin all of a sudden, not her clothes?) but it finally sprung back. The Fairy King's cock ended up between her cheeks, sandwiched and then firm against her lower back. She could feel a shiver go through the man rubbing her inner thighs, his fingers grazing closer and closer.
Richard stared at his daughter for a long time. Looking deep into her eyes and feeling his own gaze soften. He reached out a hand, using his rough palm to pat Laele's head. Slowly, he nodded.
"Take it out."
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Her throat worked, once, twice, before she nodded. Little wisps of white hair sticking to her cheeks and tumbling into curls, framing the face that stared up for perhaps a moment too long before sliding back down. Looking at the straining fabric she blew out a breath, the half-familiar smell meeting her from being so close. She knew him better than any, as her father and constant companion since she left the monastery. Reaching out she gripped the edges, gently tugging against it, slowly easing it out of the way and allowing that thick length to spring out in front of her.
She had done something like this before, hadn't she?
Soft hands wrapped around the base, angling the head toward herself, a breath tight and high to steel herself before she started stroking him. Soft, nervous, gentle at first but it didn't take long for her to find an easy rhythm. It wasn't normal, not yet, but she could manage it better than most would in her position. Plush pinks parting, pressing against the tip as she strained to push him in a bit. It still felt odd, but she was better equipped to do it than many. Allowing herself to suckle at the end delicately, little swipes of a soft tongue attempting to be attentive-- attempting, perhaps, to ease his mind. Maybe with it her own. Those little ripples of her power, that gentle echo, already beginning to creep along the room.
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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.
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She made a small grunting noise at the feel of the grind, but other than that, it seemed the King wasn't privy to much more of her attention in that moment. Instead allowing herself to work against the tip, hands sliding down to allow her mouth a little more space. It was clear she'd probably not fit all of him without a great deal more work, but that didn't mean she had entirely forgotten her lessons. The tip already dripping with saliva as she worked over what she could fit, hands spreading that wetness downward, touching every inch she couldn't tuck away into her mouth.
It wasn't a curious swallowing of his shaft like he might have gotten from the Fae woman, but there was no missing the slow, almost loving ministration. Careful touches and closely watching eyes, making sure each reaction was a good reaction. Working her way back and forth she fell into a small pace with the help of his hands. Working herself over every bit she could fit, ignoring the small dribbles of wetness already running down her chin. Inexperience left her more messy than most, but that didn't stop those soft pink lips from gliding along his shaft, sucking here or there, her cheeks hollowing out a bit as her eyes fluttered closed. Trying her best to focus back on him, even if it wasn't the same as earlier.
The crowd felt it too, lulled into a slow, building pleasure, little shocks of satisfaction following as he nudged to the back of her mouth. She seemed to at least be allowing herself to enjoy it, or perhaps was being accidentally overtaken by the echo of his own pleasure as it tingled through her body. Either way, she had fallen in tune with him, and thus, some of the worry and fear left her features. Instead succumbing to easier instincts, filling her mouth with more of him at every chance.
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Richard was enraptured. His little daughter suckled on his cock and pushed him slowly, tantalizingly slowly... deeper. She was making a mess, the poor girl, her saliva mixing with his precum and dripping from her overstuffed mouth. She wasn't practiced, but she was learning. Learning at an honestly astonishing rate: although Richard wasn't voiceless and certainly his "tells" were discernible (a hitched breath as her tongue slid over his head, his grip on her hair tightening when she sucked on him and slid slowly back along his shaft) there was no reason she should know exactly where his sweet spots were after traveling over them just once.
It was a theme that the Fairy King seemed to be counting on, for as her focus narrowed he whispered hot against her ear to encourage her. "That's what makes you so special, my sweet," he told her. "Focus on your father's feelings. Like you were staring into the reflection on a pond, dip your face in. Become one with it. Embrace what makes you, you." The King's fingers, smooth and soft, dipped between the little girl's legs as he pushed her gently forward. Taking up every inch of her possible retreat so she just had to accept more of her father's hard cock into her mouth. His fingers slid slowly, tantalizingly down... and sent a jolt through her body when they touched her clit. "Focus," he told her again.
"Good girl," Richard breathed, looking down at his daughter as she blew him. At her pretty face that he was dirtying. It was all he could do not to take her delicate face and jam his cock down her throat. To pump his cum into her as her eyes fluttered wide.
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Swallowing a mess of pre and saliva she tried to stop herself from running from that feeling. She had grown so used to that, but she couldn't now, and knew it would only get worse if she continued to strain away from it. Sighing she took in another half-inch, his cock head pressing to the back of her throat as she stared up like a doll, or perhaps a half-fae girl slipping into a trance. The approval was the only thing to get a reaction after that, a fluttering of eyelashes as she beamed up at him. Her tongue swiping at him, and soon he'd feel that pull stronger than before. The sensation of her magic creeping along his skin along with hers. The pleasure of fingers on her clit somehow being played out along his skin, a strong pulse of pleasure climbing up from his cock.
She listened in, not just with her ears, but with that inexperienced magic. Feeling every little hitch of pleasure when she did this or that, every echo that played back through her, and made sure to do it again. Mixing all the pleasure together, her own along with his, picking up the pace as her mouth slid up and down his shaft, dribbling onto the floor below them without a care. Inching him as deep as she could before pulling back with a wet pop, mouth smearing the tip before she drew him back in. Sucking him deep again and repeating the process, teasing every little spot that she had learned. Knowing now just how he wanted to be pleased in this moment, and more so, allowing herself to do it.
The little push easing her into the proper state, enchanted by the feel of him in her mouth, continuing to pump and suckle on him as it readily turned the fae around them into a complete mess. There was no resisting the pulse of magic now, overflowing as she eagerly lapped up every little pre before drowning herself down back onto his cock like it was becoming second nature. Perhaps it was.
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Richard looked down with a rare amount of tenderness in his eyes, clearly understanding just how much of herself his daughter was devoting to fulfilling his needs, and more--to making sure he felt good. He found he couldn't say much at all through the thick knot of his throat as he looked down at the happy expression on his daughter's pretty, white-framed face. She was driving him wild, whether she understood it or not: little jolts of electric warmth were jittering through his cock and into his core, little pulses that seemed vaguely in time with the way her own body was being touched. It was a faint, fuzzy sort of feeling yet, but that was fine with him: otherwise he might not have been able to hold on at all. As it was Richard was struggling to keep the rising tide of his orgasm from overflowing. His fingers ran through his daughter's hair as his breathing caught and hitched and came much, much more quickly.
Although Richard was holding on as best he could, it seemed like Laele was dissolving the minds of the faeries around them. What had begun as a relatively relaxed, easy bout of foreplay had become a complete mess. Traveling out from her were those shockwaves of pleasure and they were turning their onlookers into an almost mindless pile. All pretense had been abandoned and with it, a great deal of delicacy: in complete departure from the way the fairies had been gently teasing each other, now they were fumbling, almost uncoordinated in their attempts to sate their lusts. Wet lips wrapped around stiff erections and tasted them sloppily while hands furiously worked to shed clothing and press inwards. Already moans and gasps were filling the air, and Laele had just begun.
How powerful would she become?
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It felt so good to make him feel good, in every sense. She fell into it like she was sinking in quicksand, yet didn't want to be saved. Legs tensing around the King's hand, she didn't try to stop him as she had before, instead using that fuel to add to the fire. Like gasoline tossed into a forest fire, nothing was going to stop until he finished. It became abundantly clear as her movements became a little more messy, more enchanted. Mouth opening, tongue slipping out as she struggled to fit more of him, gagging and yet not stopping as she continued to work over the tip and the shaft. Pumping firmly as she moaned gently against the thick weight on her tongue, sending a ripple of pleasure through the area.
It seemed she'd gone beyond simply wanting to satisfy him, to enjoying it, to needing it. Not unlike she had been when she was struggling to walk through the ache in her legs, it seemed there was something about Richard that let her fall apart and welcome the pleasure instead of run from it-- and he was getting the brunt of it. In every pleasurable way possible. The pleasure spreading, not just from his cock but to every inch of his body as she stared up, cheeks bulging a little as she tried to stuff more of him inside, wet from the small bit of attention she was getting alone.
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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."
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She tried not to focus on the choking sensation, even with her own pleasure, but it wasn't easy, and it took her a bit-- not that it stopped the messy sounds or even messier sensations that flowed out. But as he began to tense, to push deeper, she found herself drawing more and more of the surrounding pleasure in, letting her mind center on it, to focus on the way it built inside of her. Like the time she had tried to fill a waterskin only to have the river tug the entire thing away with as much as the pressure hit the back. But she held it tight, like a knot in her chest, memories of her father's mouth feeding it even more as fingers tickled and touched her, leaving her dripping as he once again shoved in.
Her eyes slid up, watching the strain on his face as she felt herself fill, the sensations filling up every bit of her body till she was tingling from her nose to the tips of her toes with magic and overwhelming pleasure. The only warning he'd get was a desperate, tight whimper and a bow of her back as she couldn't hold it anymore, and like the waterskin, it got away from her. The burst is like an emotional shockwave, hitting those closest hardest, but no one seemed to be safe from it. If the messy, desperate, gasping sounds were anything to go by. Her own body shuddering as she came with so little contact, making an absolute mess between her legs as she desperately swallowed down her Father's cock.
It seems there was no getting away from it for him for now, she needed to be filled, and instincts were ruling her every action. Shoving forward and stuffing him as deep as she could take him, desperate, needy, and unwilling to let him go till she was stuffed full. Though, if it was anything like before, the group-- and poor Richard-- would need to suffer a multitude of orgasms before Laele could even gain control of herself. But it was far, far too late to worry about that now.
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And then Laele surged forward, shoving him as deep as she could take him. Far deeper than he'd imagined.
And the wave hit him.
Richard held her head there, leaning over her petite body as he struggled to keep his legs from buckling. He gasped out, almost insensibly, fighting for air as his eyes squeezed shut. "Laele," he groaned, a deep shuddering gasp that seemed to go through his whole body as he came. He'd orgasmed before, many times, but this was something more than that. It was a shaking quiver that ran through his entire figure, from his toes to his fingers. It was all he could do to stand there, swaying, riding out the surging wave of his and Laele's pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth and his cum went rushing down her throat, little droplets and strings escaping her mouth as a particularly hard spurt came too quick for her to swallow. Her father's sticky cum drenched her throat and her stomach as he gasped, holding onto her tight, almost demanding she swallow every last bit.
The King seemed to have better control of his senses, but only just: warm shots of his cum painted the girl's dark skin on her back as he shivered and let out higher-pitched gasps. Between his haze he was able to say: "take that energy that's surging around you right now. Breathe it... hh... in. Make it yours." She could feel it: all around her, amplified by the dozens of shivering and shaking piles surrounding them, energy swirled. It was intoxicating.
"Take it in until you're full."
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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.
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All around them the little wooded glade was a mess. Here and there food had been pushed off the tables but in some places the faeries hadn't had enough time or sensibility: they'd rutted on top of bowls of fruit or rolled into platters of exotic meats. None were still flying: all had, without a single exception, lost the coordination to do so much as hover. Wings beat weakly around the scene as chests rose and fell unsteadily. Some had been hit by the waves while still wrapped up in each other but many had slid free; however, even outside of their partners' warm embraces the assault hadn't let up. Sticky fluids decorated almost every single individual in attendance, inside and out. Several had simply passed out while others blinked weakly and tried to focus on something.
That something, for Richard, ended up being Laele. He looked down just as she looked up and they met eyes, a tender moment shared as she slowly slid off his cock. She looked as exhausted as he did but in a decidedly different way. He didn't know what it meant yet, not really, but he answered to the nonverbal request even as she made it. He reached down and pulled his little girl up, although his own unsteadiness caused the hunter to fall right back onto his rump. He sat there, breathing heavily, crushing his daughter to his chest in the warmest, tightest and most exhausted hug he'd ever given her. Ever given anyone, perhaps. "Shhh," he managed to say with the last reserves of his strength. Even speech felt like an effort. "That's a good girl. That's my good girl," he praised her, warm ripples still brushing him now and then. He hugged her tight.
"This is your power," a voice whispered on the wind. "Make it your own."
Richard looked up and blinked once, twice: the fae glen was gone, and in its place was the forest they'd wandered through... was it really only an hour ago? The slime burbled softly as it slid up to them and joined their hug. Perhaps he would have pushed it away in another situation, but he didn't have the energy. And it wasn't so bad to hold both of them.
"My Laele," he murmured. "You did a good job. I'm proud of you."