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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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."