Chapter Thirty-Nine
The prince’s party is held beneath a pavilion in the garden, erected especially for the occasion. The black court attire of mourning has been banished, and everyone is required to attend dressed in golds and reds, by royal decree.
Even I am dressed so, by the faeries who have tormented me all day. They worked their magic upon my appearance as they worked their magic upon my body, and I arrive at the party on a canopied palanquin with sheer golden curtains and red velvet cushions. I am bare, flushed, and desperate, my wrists restrained by golden manacles.
There hasn’t been a single moment of the day that I haven’t been on the very brink of climax. I loathe the faeries who carry me, loathe more the one that rides the palanquin, kneeling between my legs and working a slender phallus in and out of my dripping, aching cunt. I feel myself reaching the peak and no longer hope that this time will be different. I can only sob weakly when the instrument is withdrawn and the treacherous green faery waits until I’m ready again.
I’ve watched her and her matching counterpart come again and again, robbing me of pleasure that should have been mine. I’ve watched Cassan struggle and beg, too, and it’s the only reason I don’t resent him for this foolish plan.
I haven’t seen Cassan since sundown. The faeries thought it good fun to position the two of us face to face, still restrained, so close that we could feel the warmth of each others’ straining, sweating bodies. The faeries took turns stroking the head of Cassan’s cock back and forth over my clit until we both begged to be loosed from our bonds. Any other thought that might have been in my mind tonight has been drowned out by the relentless need of my body, my hunger for Cassan, and my desperation for release.
They bring my palanquin beneath the red-and-gold striped roof of the pavilion, which is brightly lit with luminous globes. There are no chairs or tables, but piles and piles of cushions, all occupied by writhing masses of fae bodies. There is a round dais placed directly in the middle of the pavilion, and that is where the faeries lower my palanquin.
They’ve brushed my curls into copper waves, painted my lips crimson, and draped a thin, golden chain around my waist. The ring through my hood has been replaced by a curved bar topped with a ruby, the small gold ball on the other end tucked directly against my clit. Every jostle threatens to tip me over the edge, but the wicked green faeries know when I am too close, and exactly how to keep me from coming.
A mixture of applause and appreciation rises above the wet smacking and feral grunting of the copulating courtiers.
I look about for Cassan, relieved that our ordeal has nearly ended. I spy him at the end of the pavilion, bound to a gilded post with his hands behind his back, bucking and shouting under the ministrations of a faery in a gold mask. The faery rubs his own cock against the prince’s with two oiled hands, stopping whenever it is evident that Cassan is close. The prince’s eyes meet mine and his chest heaves with a sigh of obvious relief.
“She is here,” he calls out. “Take me to her.”
The green faery hops down from the palanquin to stand beside it. She grasps my foot and plants it flat, bending my knee up slightly. The purple faery pulls my knee back, and the other two faeries mirror their position, holding me open as Cassan is brough forward, arms still bound behind him. The four faeries who carry him are all fully nude, with impressive, thick cocks and bodies that look chiseled from stone. I’m not certain that one of them isn’t truly made of alabaster, like the statues in the library, for there seems to be no pigment to any part of him. Two of them look as Cassan does, golden tan, but with shining blonde hair, and the fourth is the same sea foam green of the faery from earlier. They lift Cassan up as they mount the dais to lower him over me.
The faeries holding me are strong. Though I want to reach out for Cassan with my legs, pull him into my body, I cannot. Neither can he control his own motion; one of his blond attendants grasps the prince’s raw, sensitive cock and moves it into position.
A drumbeat begins. Slow, at first, but gaining speed as the blond faery slicks Cassan’s tip back and forth over my clit, then moves it down to rest at my opening.
“Please,” I chant, my eyes squeezed shut tight. “Please, please.”
“Look at him,” the purple faery whispers. “You’ll want to see his face the moment he enters you.”
She’s right. It’s something of a triumph, that a prince has waited so long to have me. That he’s allowed himself to be tortured relentlessly in preparation.
“Look at me, Cenere,” Cassan gasps. “I can feel you clutching at me already.”
I am; my opening flutters desperately, making wet, sucking kisses against the head of his cock. My body trembles. The drum speeds up. The pink faery reaches between us and takes Cassan in her hand, pumping the length of his shaft while the tip rests against me, every motion stimulating me a little more. She strokes him to the beat of the drum, growing faster and faster while he squirms in the hold of his captor. My pulse speeds to match the drum, too, and I’m getting closer, closer than I’ve been all day.
Courtiers have moved forward to watch. Some are bold enough to touch us. Hands pet Cassan’s back, my arms, my breasts. The moans and cries of the faeries lost to their own pleasures crescendo with the ever-increasing throb of the drum.
“Let me fuck her,” Cassan growls, struggling against the faeries who hold him. He’s a wild thing, truly broken by the torment, as I am.
Torment . This is exactly what Luthian prepared me for. Not the pain and humiliation Arcus inflicted upon me. This is the type of torment the court’s name implies. I understand it. Cassan understands it.
We are the perfect rulers for this court.
The faeries holding Cassan rock him against my opening, not penetrating me but simply dipping the very crown of his cock past the rim of my cunt. I try with all my might to bring him inside, but I am mortal, and no match for the strength of the fae. I’m so close, so close... I feel all the denied pleasure, every orgasm that’s been withheld from me, building from my toes up, from the top of my head down. My muscles tense. The drum beats faster, louder. Cassan roars and bucks and begs. It’s going to happen this time. I’m going to come. They’re going to let me. Finally, finally, I’m going to...
The drumbeat stops. The faeries shove Cassan’s hips forward. He thrusts deep.
My vision blurs, stains with a wash of red as I freeze, not breathing, in the grips of the strongest, most agonizing climax I’ve ever felt. Vaguely, I feel Cassan erupt inside of me, feel his hips battering my inner thighs as he moans like he’s dying.
The courtiers clap and hoot their approval as I spiral back to my body, too sensitive to bear another moment. But the faeries still hold us. Cassan gasps, “Wait!” but they ignore him, ignore both of our pleas as they continue to mash us together like obscene dolls. Cassan whimpers and cries actual tears as his sensitive member is thrust into me again and again, each stroke hitting my clit. His cum drips out of me, and courtiers reach between and beneath us to scoop it up and taste it or smear it playfully on each other. Some of those fingers enter me alongside Cassan’s cock, making the fit tighter.
Cassan thrashes and kicks, but he is powerless in the grasp of his attendants, and they fuck me with his cock ruthlessly, ignoring his ascending cries until he stiffens again, a guttural noise of raw despair tearing from his throat. He fills me again to overflowing, sobbing as his hips pound the last few thrusts of his own volition. I arch my back and cry out with another climax, and the cuffs release me. So, too, do the bonds holding Cassan. He sags forward and collapses over me, his cock still twitching as our sweat-and-cum-slick bodies entwine.
He kisses my forehead, skims the tip of my nose with his own, and holds me as if we are not surrounded by a room full of leering fae.
Weakly, I lift my face and smile. “Happy birthday, Your Majesty.”
He laughs, stirs to life inside me again, and moves against me slowly. “I could not have wished for a better present, my queen.”