Being a mortal among the Fae often put you in the spotlight, whether you wanted it or not. Wherever you went, eyes were on you, and shadows followed your steps, stalking and falling upon you when you least expected it.
The night was coming to an end when strong hands pushed you into a narrow corridor smelling of damp earth and wine. Fingers with too many joints close around your arms in an iron grip, dragging you into an open bathing chamber, with the main pool hanging over the side of the mountain. Fae already sit there, all shapes and forms glistening in the mist slowly rising from the earth.
As every night, whatever gown you had draped over yourself, was torn off your body, stiff and shivering with goosebumps because of the chilly night air and the lust shining in all the eyes around.
The Fae laugh as you're pushed further into the chamber, your a.ss smacked loud and hard. A beautiful Fae with three horns sprouting from her head sits on the edge of the pool and reaches out to the clasps around your nipples, pulling hard until you stumble to her with a moan. She catches your mouth in a lingering kiss with too many sharp teeth closing around your lip, drawing blood. She pushes your head down, to the pouch between her legs, heavy and covered in soft fur.
The Fae gather around, chirping in their inhuman tongue as you're made to lick and stuff your face over her pouch, hardening under your hands. Slowly, her member emerges, violet and smelling like the golden nectar they make you drink at every feast. Claws dig into your scalp when you're pushed onto her c.ock, opening your mouth as wide as you can to wrap around it.
You choke when your a.ss is being smacked again with twigs and branches and open, clawed hands. Red marks blossom over your skin, over and over again as their laughter becomes more delighted with each sound that escapes you, barely able to take a breath with mouth full of Fae's c.ock.
You notice hooves walking past you before hands grip your hips and spread you, already swollen and sensitive. Spit lands on you a moment before a hard c.ock is pressed against your hole and heaves against it, slipping slowly in as it stretches you almost painfully to accommodate it.
Someone's tail wraps around your throat as the Fae spills into your mouth, her c.um sweet and thick as she rocks her hips violently, almost to the rhythm with whoever pounds you from behind, going deeper and deeper with feral groans.
It doesn't stop, and you can't see how big it is, but with every thrust it goes deeper into you, the grip on your hips bruising. It's the only thing holding you steady as your legs give out, shaking and weak as you're being impaled for the merriment of Fae. They can smell your arousal, and they have no intention of stopping.
The c.ock is removed from your throat, now limp and sagging. The tall Fae walks back into the pool without looking at you, but more of her friends take her place, pushing against your face and holding up your arms to position you. You go along, the pleasure too great to fight them, however many come to use you just the way you, and they, like it.
You moan into their c.ocks, and their slits and fingers, and whatever is being stuffed into your face as your a.ss is being ripped in two, your legs spread wide over whoever holds them. Seed spills into you after what feels like eternity, and you writhe in their hold as you c.um, your skin red and sweaty as the Fae finishes in mighty thrusts.
But there are more around, waiting for their turn, and already eyeing you, deciding how they'll use you this time.
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