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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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."