She was going to get into serious trouble with her queen, but the look upon her king’s face - flushed and sweat beading on his brow - made it worth it. Perhaps what made it all the more delicious was that only she (and Jude) got to witness Cardan come undone. Heh, come.
Nid’s tentacles were doing all the work; one held her husband close to her so that she could comfortably splay kisses across his jaw and against his throat. Her lips curved wickedly each time he growled and purred at her ministrations. Another tendril wrapped itself and stroked his cock at an even and agonizingly slow pace; Nid felt her own wetness pool against her thighs whenever he bucked against her. Not yet. She could wait to satiate her own needs.
She pulled herself away from the fae though her tentacles remained, Nid just had to admire Cardan like this. In between his haggard breaths, he still swore at her and cursed her name. Cute. But that tail of his swished and thrashed, and his eyes dark like midnight twinkled. The fae cannot lie, and he was enjoying himself. Cardan lived to please his wives if no one else. And Nid gazed back at him with her heart full and her own eyes hungry for more. She loved him so... and that’s why a final tentacle slithered up his thigh and caressed his taut buttocks.
The natural secretions of these organs made for a messy experience, yes, but necessary in order to take his ecstasy all the way to rapture. She watched him, her other tendrils restricting him and still working against his cock - bringing him to the brink but never off the edge. Her hand gave a quick swipe and toss over of her own mane before fixing him with a knowing look. The tentacle fixed against the apex of his behind still caressed him. And did so up until the moment that it begins to traverse once more. Even Nid herself shuddered as she felt the tightness of his asshole wrap around her appendage; she began to salivate as his moans reverberated against the walls of their chambers.
