Chapter 7 #2
I sat on the mattress and drew her into my lap. Her thighs straddled my hips, knees pressing into the foam. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in, her mouth brushing the shell of my ear, her hair a silken curtain on my cheek.
She ground against my cock, the wetness of her pussy soaking the head, then down the shaft, then back. Every motion was focused, deliberate.
I heard Joy’s breath hitch, then steady. She leaned forward, one hand flat on the mattress, the other exploring her own slick folds while watching the slick trail Autumn was making up and down my length. Her gaze was wide, not jealous but electric.
Autumn found the head with her hand and angled it up. She pushed against herself, her lips spreading around the tip, her breath stuttering on the first inch. She pushed again, her whole body trembling with effort and want.
She was tight. Hotter than a normal woman, or maybe that was my own blood making the temperature spike. She took me inch by inch, every movement paired with a gasp or a moan. When her hips met mine, she bit my shoulder.
I let my hands roam. I gripped her ass, then up her back, feeling every bone and every muscle. I cupped her breasts, kneaded them, and rolled the nipples between my thumb and finger. She liked that, her whole torso flexing when I pinched them harder.
She began to ride me. Slow at first, her muscles gripping and releasing, then faster.
Her body was impossibly strong for her size, the wetness inside like molten honey, the internal grip wasn’t passive, nor did it squeeze like a human woman’s, but it was active, milking and kneading me on each stroke.
Joy reached out and touched Autumn’s leg, her fingers gliding over the thigh, then around to the curve of the hip. Autumn shuddered at the contact, her breath coming faster.
“She’s so strong,” Joy said, voice hoarse.
“She is,” I answered. The pleasure was thick, rising through my chest and into my head.
Autumn’s hands found my hair and tangled in it. She leaned in, kissing me again, her tongue in my mouth, the taste of her own wetness layered under everything else.
Joy moved closer, one knee on the mattress, then both.
She reached between Autumn’s legs, her fingers slicking over my shaft where it met Autumn’s pussy.
Joy slid a finger into Autumn alongside my cock, and the reaction was instant.
Autumn let out a keening sound, her whole body tensing, then she looked down at where the three of us were joined.
“She’s—” Joy started, but stopped. Her face registered shock, then wonder. “I’ve never felt that before,” she said.
I watched as Autumn’s internal muscles rippled around both my and Joy’s fingers, gripping, sucking, releasing in waves.
Joy leaned in and kissed Autumn’s neck, her lips leaving a wet mark above the collarbone. Autumn arched her back and pushed her chest forward, offering herself, almost a dare.
I thrust up into her, and she took it, every time, never shying from the impact. The rhythm turned frantic, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the small room.
Autumn’s eyes fluttered, then fixed on me. Her hands went to my cheeks, holding my face steady.
“My humanz,” she said, and her pussy clamped down on me so hard I nearly saw stars. “Fuck me.”
I did. Hard and fast, the friction built to a frenzy. Autumn’s cries turned to short, sharp gasps, then to a long, drawn-out wail.
She came like a thunderclap, her pussy pulsing in time with her heartbeat, the internal grip squeezing every drop from me. I let go, my orgasm tearing through me, the heat of it flooding into her. Joy moaned, her own hand working between her legs, the sound raw and real.
For a long moment, nothing moved except Autumn’s breathing, which came in wild, shallow bursts. Her head fell to my shoulder, her platinum hair stuck to my sweat-covered skin.
I held her. Joy wrapped her arms around both of us, holding the tangle of bodies together.
When I finally pulled out, a rush of my come spilled from her, dripping onto the sheets. Autumn slid to the mattress and curled into me, her arms clutching my waist, her cheek pressed against my chest. Joy snuggled up behind her, sandwiching Autumn between us.
The three of us lay there, silent and tangled, the heat of our bodies filling the small room. The lantern flickered, the flame fighting the darkness.
Joy ran her fingers through Autumn’s hair, combing out the tangles.
“You were right,” Joy said. “It is different. I’m a little jealous.”
Autumn didn’t answer, not in words. She made a small, contented sound, then hugged me tighter.
The next pulse came quicker than expected, as if the taste of Autumn, or her wild need, or maybe the simple shock of seeing her full-size for the first time, had kicked every fuse in the room wide open.
I lay flat on the mattress. Joy pressed close against my side, her thigh thrown across my hip, her arm wrapped under my neck, her breathing was shallow and fast. Autumn sprawled across both of us, her head on my chest, one knee wedged between my legs, her lips bright with the shine of her own nectar and mine.
Autumn looked up first. Her hair was a mess, stuck to her forehead and half-plastered to her back, but her blue eyes were wide open, hungry for more.
“Now you,” she said, tilting her head toward Joy. “My humanz, give her everything she needs. And Joy—” she laughed, a sound like water in a bottle, “—taste me. Please. I want you to know what I am.”
Joy pulled herself upright, then knelt over Autumn, her hair falling forward and hiding her face.
She looked down at the fairy’s body, mapped every curve with her eyes, then leaned in.
Autumn reached up, grabbed Joy by the wrist, and guided her hand between her legs.
Joy’s fingers sank into the honey-wet heat, sliding deep, and Joy’s eyes widened with real surprise.
“Fuck,” Joy whispered. “It really is sweet. Like candy or fruit. I—”
She didn’t finish the sentence. Her mouth found the inside of Autumn’s thigh, then the slickness at the center.
She ran her tongue up the seam, then circled the hard nub of clit, and when the taste hit, she shivered and moaned, her voice low and honest. She buried her face in, licking with a force I’d never seen from her.
Every second of it sent a spike down my spine.
Autumn arched her back, her hands tangled in the sheets. She writhed, grinding her pussy into Joy’s mouth, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh! Oh, yes,” she said, every word a gasp. “It’s better than—oh!—even in dreams. You’re amazing, Joy. Oh, Joy, keep going.”
I watched. I could have watched for hours.
The way Joy’s tongue worked, the way Autumn’s body took every touch, the way the two of them met in a rhythm that was so clean and right it was almost musical.
Joy’s hand kept moving, her fingers pumping in and out, her other hand cupping Autumn’s breast, thumb circling the nipple until it stood hard and pink against her tongue.
Autumn came first, with a shout that almost sounded like laughter.
She squirted, not a little, but a rush that soaked Joy’s chin and the mattress under her hips.
Joy made a noise of surprise, muffled by the flesh in her mouth, but she kept licking, not stopping for even a second.
She was greedy for it. Every taste sent a visible tremor through her.
Joy came next, simply from the act of eating Autumn. I could feel it; her whole body went tight, her legs locked, her pussy spasmed empty air, then she almost collapsed onto Autumn, resting her head against the other girl’s hip.
Autumn looked at me, her face pink and alive. “My humanz,” she said, “I want to watch you fuck Joy now. I want to see it up close.”
Joy’s head rose. Her eyes were huge, pupils blown dark, her lips stained with Autumn’s wetness.
She moved up the mattress, then rolled onto her back, legs open and knees bent. She looked at me, then at Autumn, and reached for me with both hands.
I knelt between her legs. My cock was still thick, more than half-hard and slick with Autumn’s nectar.
Joy wrapped her hand around it, stroked it once, twice, then lined it up and pulled me in.
I slid inside her easily, the heat and tightness a shock every single time, as if the first time could never wear off.
I fucked her slowly at first. The mattress creaked under us, and the lantern on the crate flickered.
I braced myself with one hand on Joy’s thigh, the other exploring her body, tracing the sweat-slicked line of her stomach, the arch of her ribs, the small rise of her breast. I squeezed her nipple, then bent down to take it in my mouth, sucked it hard, and felt her shiver and gasp under me.
Autumn hovered over us, her face just inches from the place where I disappeared into Joy.
She watched, blue eyes glued to the action, her own hand drifting between her thighs.
She ran two fingers along her slit, then brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean.
She leaned in, then kissed Joy hard on the lips, her tongue pushing in, sharing the honey-sweetness she’d tasted.
Joy moaned, the sound vibrating through her whole body. She reached up, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down for a kiss, mixing Autumn’s flavor and her own with mine. It was wild, filthy, and perfect.
The rhythm built. I pumped into her harder, faster, the sound wet and loud, every thrust meeting a new moan from Joy, or a giggle from Autumn as she licked the sweat from Joy’s neck, or nibbled at her ear.
“James,” Joy said, “Harder. Please. Yes, like that!”
I did. I gave her everything. I grabbed both her thighs, pushed her knees back to her chest, and fucked her deep.
She screamed, once, then again, each time peaking louder.
Autumn watched, then pressed her own body against Joy’s, her hand reaching around to squeeze Joy’s breast, then down to stroke her clit in time with my thrusts.