faerie rift chronicles 01 - faerie rift (17 page)

Some men don't require any sort of cajoling in order to reach this state.

Others, like Erol, and likely like every single philosophically inclined male we were engendering with the new Fae society, need you to push and prod them until they finally give in and share themselves with you. There is something about them that is defective and insincere in their sensitivity; almost like they are afraid to actually sexually express themselves.

I can't tolerate that kind of fear in a lover.

He must have picked up on whatever form of derision I was directing his way because, something in his eyes changed. He began to push back on me, even going as far as to lift his knee up between me legs and press up against my crotch. I leaned in to give him another kiss, and he kissed me, but he also bit me on the lip. I tore away from his kiss, and slapped him hard across the face.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

I only shrugged, and glared at him, imperiously pinning his body down on the floor with my thighs on either side of his body. Given the size of his frame and his muscular capacity, he could have probably flipped me over on my side if he knew how to handle himself, or had the will to do so, but he wasn't there yet.

Our guide, who was sitting along the sidelines, watching all of this without the slightest trace of amusement attempted to clarify my position.

"She wants you to love her without restraint."

I couldn't have said it any more plainly, and was honestly grateful that I didn't have to say anything to him in the first place. He didn't quite flash on it right away, and had to be encouraged by the guide once more.

"Try not holding back."

As though those words held some secret over him, he reached his leg up over my neck, and pushed me down toward the ground. The move was obviously born out of frustration and ingenuity, as it was effective, though only for a moment.

He pulled himself into a sit-up position while strengthening the hold he had on my upper body. I tried to arch my back away from him, and ended up placing my crotch right at his fae.

The struggle had pushed my skirt up over my thighs, so he had little trouble pulling my thighs apart and tasting me.

As soon as his tongue made contact, I lost a critical component of my resolve. Just feeling the pleasure of possibility weakened my defense against him. He seized ahold of that weakness and grabbed ahold of my thighs with both of his arms, holding himself in a position to lick at my body, while still struggling to hold my upper body down to the ground. The position was unsustainable though, and ultimately not worthwhile for me, no matter how good it felt. I needed more from him if this was going to work.

My hand reached upward in the space between our bodies, until I found his cock. He was still clothed, but I could fondle him through his pants. Just reaching out to touch him melted his resolve slightly, which was all I needed to turn the position backward on himself.

While Erol may have had size and passion, I had the benefit of tactical training. Wrestling with men who wanted to fuck me was not something that was new to me.

Thane and I had given each other plenty of practice during our time in the core; this guy didn't have a chance.

With his back on the ground, I was free to lower my clit down toward his mouth. He was happy to have something to focus on, and eagerly began to lap at my body once more. In the meanwhile, I was free to unbutton his pants, and pull them down around his ass. The struggle was momentary, but the reward was great.

I had always heard that human men were more well endowed than Fae men, though the few times I had indulged in the pleasure, I guess I had been looking for all the wrong men. He was hard, and when released from his pants, his cock sprang upward and hit me in the face.

He was warm, and smooth. I bit my lip, and savored the feeling of the head of his dick on the side of my cheek. I could feel the blood pumping through his body. I had to swallow in anticipation as my mouth was already salivating at the thought of bringing him inside of me. My lips parted for a taste, while my hand wrapped around the girth of his shaft.
I had to stretch my jaw just to fit him inside of me.

My entire experience became strictly sensual as soon as my lips wrapped around him. Being eaten out is one thing, but getting head while giving head is something else entirely.

I was free to spread my legs and totally let go, while I focused on more pressing matters. In the meanwhile, tiny ripples of stress relief passed through my body from between my hips to the crown of my head.

I worked the length of his cock with my hand, surrendering my saliva as an offering to his body. Each time his heartbeat pulsed inside of my mouth, I lost a bit of my drive to control or dominate him. The games I had played with him earlier seemed to be petty, to mean nothing at all. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to be closer to him.

His testicles were soon swollen with arousal. I pushed my fingers into the crevices of his body, and held onto the muscles and flesh that I found there. His cock went deeper into my mouth, and pressed up against the back of my throat. When his lips closed around my clit, and began to pull, I pressed my head down and took all of him.

Mirroring my movements, he pressed his nose below my clit, and fucked me with his tongue. The effect wasn't quite the same, but I appreciated the passion and the intent. Reaching a hand behind my back, I grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled him toward my body I wanted his face pressed as far up against my body as he could stand. I held him there for as long as my lips were brushing up against the hair at the base of his cock.

With a gasp, I released my hold on him, watching as his body reappeared from my lips. He was hard, and dripping with saliva. My hands gravitated back toward his cock, and I stroked him from top to bottom.

I pushed his pants down around his ankles and quickly positioned myself over his hips. I faced away from him, and squatted down over his dick. The two of us were already dripping wet, and our bodies joined together with no resistance at all. On one side of me, our guide was on the ground with her legs spread, pleasuring herself. She rubbed her clit, and stared shamelessly in our direction, touching her breasts with one hand while supporting herself with the other.

When she saw me, she smiled, and nodded to the other side of my body, where the cliff fell off into the sea.

The light had been changing while the two of us had spent time playing around. Now, instead of a deep crimson, the sky was fast becoming a dark purple. The gradient faded into a tiny point of flame somewhere on the distance. I stared at the sun while it disappeared behind the horizon line, refusing to blink for as long as I could stand it. I wanted the last images of that sunset to burn themselves into my retina while I built myself to orgasm.

Erol's fingertips brought me back into reality. They were not the gentle touch of a considerate lover, but the urgent hold of someone lost in the throes of passion. He held ahold of my hips, digging his nails into my skin while I rode his cock. I made a point of slowing down at that point, really savoring each inch of him as I rocked my hips back and forth on his body.

I found that if I arched my back just so, I could press my clit up against the bottom of his shaft, while the rest of him massaged the inside of my body. The two of us were connected in a way that I had needed desperately for the better part of a year. I wanted to give every single bit of my attention to the smallest details of our interaction, but a part of me wanted only to devour his body within mine.

The hunger grew inside of me, and I began to slide him more sharply inside of me. I slammed backward on his cock, and forward once more; each time trying to push him deeper. My only focus was on getting more of him, so I had hardly noticed his hands gripping upward on my body.

He pulled at my breasts, and brought himself upward so that his body was flush with mine. With timing that any warrior would have envied, he pulled to the side and twisted me off of his center of balance. The move was subtle, but just strong enough to push me backward and twist me onto my hands and knees.

Wasting no time whatsoever, he grabbed a hold of my hips and pushed his cock back inside of me. The thrust was strong, and the force pushed my torso down onto the ground. My breasts scratched up against the ground of the cliffside, and my mouth opened wide - gasping for air. With my eyes dilated and my gaze on the horizon, I finally felt well-fucked.

My ears were full of the sounds of wet bodies slapping up against one another. No matter where my mind went, I was wrenched back to the immediacy of the moment.

This was my body that was being ravaged.

The sound was of my own sopping wet body being pulled and pushed to the brink of orgasm.

Erol reached up and grabbed a handful of hair by the roots. His body was close to mine, and the sheen of sweat that began forming on our bodies caused him to slip along my ass and lower back as slickly as his dick pushed into me. He yanked hard and pain brought me back into the present moment. My fingers wrapped around my clit, and I began rubbing myself furiously.

"OOoh!"

As though my moan was a question to be answered, he let go of my hair and slapped my ass. His other hand remained rooted along the base of my spine.

"GAh! Don't stop... I'm gonna cum," I begged him in spite of myself.

Being well fucked had reduced me to a level of submission I didn't frequent very often. Every sound that came out from my lips was a plea for release. Another slap on my ass was followed by one final push. I felt the climax in my heart before anything else took place. Biting my lip, I strained my fingers against my clit, and then broke.

"NOW!" the guide shouted.

My senses were overwhelmed, but I did my best to focus on the magic necessary to open up the portal. Everything inside of me, and all of the power I was able to draw from him channeled inside of me. My eyes widened, and I lost control of myself.

A rush of sperm filled the inside of my vagina. His body collapsed on mine, and I felt his body push harder into me, each contraction seeking still more penetration inside of my body. My own body responded in kind to his, and wild contractions and gushing arousal seized my sex. My mouth opened, and I turned around to see his face. Our eyes met, as well as our lips.

The two of us were too sloppy and overwhelmed to make a proper kiss, but we did manage to convulse and fill in toward one another. I worked his cock until he had nothing more to give, and then pulled him into my arms so we could hold one another in the afterglow. After his cock slid out from inside of me, the sperm followed, as well as the alchemy of our union.

A blue arc shot out from the ground between our bodies, and he was torn away from me by the momentary tear between dimensions.

I struggled in my post-coital haze to make sense of my environment, while the guide's voice echoed in my mind alongside the crackling of the portal's energy.

"So we have arrived at the beginning of the end..."

Chapter 17

I
scrambled backward away from the portal. My body was close to the edge of the cliff, and through the portal, I could see a vague figure of Erol and the Wilder Fae.

Erol was on the ground panting. The Guide grabbed Erol's wrist, and slashed a blade across his palm. The blood dripped out onto the portal itself, and I watched as dark crimson stains dropped through the iridescent surface of the portal like dye through a vertical scrying pool.

"Gah!"

A cry of pain brought Erol back into focus within his own consciousness. He had been lost, as I was following the sex. Both dogs came into the scene at full tilt, seeking to attack the Wilder Fae. She must have held some power over beasts, as a simple glance pushed them away with a look of fear in their eyes. Their tails were wrapped between their legs, and their ears were flattened. They skirted around the periphery of the scene, growling as their master bled into the portal.

"You'll want to dismiss them, Human. There's no telling what would happen to them if they chose to follow where you're going."

Both of us were an easy target for whatever manipulations the Wilder Fae was working to achieve. However, there was no further attack on either Erol, or myself. She wrung his hand out in the portal, squeezing the last bit of blood into its aqueous surface, and then offered Erol the scarf which had been wrapped around her face. The scarf served as a bandage, and she held his hand while applying pressure to the wound.

"That should keep it going until around midnight."

The guide looked at the two of us, and smiled. "Thanks for the show." She winked at Erol, and then knelt down to kiss him on the lips.

"Sorry about your hand. These things get hungry you understand. No real way to go about it except regular feedings. Not quite sure how you're planning on reaping the benefits of the portal while staying alive yourself. Particularly if you want to keep your soul intact."

I narrowed my eyes at the Fae.

"What are you saying?"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear in the beginning. At any rate, the rift will require sacrifice in order to remain open. However, the consequences of that level of sacrifice are dire for the person who is making them. You are involved in a very perverse enterprise, Aria, but I suspect that you knew that from the beginning."

"I knew nothing!"

"Don't lie to me. You knew that our world was dying, and you knew that the quickest way to make a change was by tearing a hole between the dimensions."

There was no malice in her tone, though she was admonishing me.

"The consequences of that situation are now being made clear to you -- if not now, then soon enough."

She stretched out her languid body, and arced her back toward the sky. She looked so beautiful, and reserved. She had composure, grace, and a softness in her eyes. She had definitely climaxed while watching us, but that had been nothing more than a bit of personal pleasure. A circumstantial bit of voyeurism, nothing more.