[Captured For The Fairy King 02] • Captured for the Fairy King II

A little al fresco sex in the woods - what could possibly go wrong? Well, Sandra and Dean are about to find out just how strange things can get when fairies are involved. How about putting on a sex show for the king and queen of fae? Or growing a dick and taking your boyfriend from behind? At the end of the afternoon, they certainly come away with more than they bargained for.

Contains hot sex in a river for a fairy audience, a foursome on the forest floor and a chick who grows a dick.

This short story is roughly 5,000 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

EXCERPT

“Hey, what is this?” I started to get up, but then the woman took a step forward and I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. High, fine cheekbones, slanted lilac eyes and long silver-blonde hair. Just like her brother.

She glided towards me, each bare footstep more graceful than the last. Movement behind her caught my eye and I saw that she had wings. Huge, membranous wings that glittered with all the colours of the rainbow. The man had them too. At first, I thought it was some elaborate costume, but the wings moved so organically they couldn’t be mechanical. What were these people?

The floaty dress that she wore was a lighter shade of lilac than her eyes, and cut low in the front, revealing the swell of modest breasts. I’ve never had any lesbian tendencies, but my I couldn’t help watching the sway of her body as she came towards me. All of the thoughts in my head went away and I held my breath, waiting for her to reach me.

“Don’t be afraid.” She hitched up her skirt and got down on her knees in front of me. Her delicate hand went to my cheek, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. Her touch was warm and gentle. I leaned into her caress. The scent of flowers hung on her skin.

“Who are you?”

“You would call us fairies.” Her smile warmed me.

The wings. The eyes. Fairies. I couldn’t quite process what she’d said. I was too aware of her soft curves so close to me.

Dean. What about Dean? I looked beyond her and saw him standing similarly rapt, gazing into the eyes of the man who held him by the wrist. I felt a moment of jealousy, then she stroked my cheek and the envy disappeared.

Her eyes drew me back in and she came closer. Her full lips parted and I forgot to breathe. When her lips touched mine, it was like the first sip of water after a long distance run. I opened my mouth and let her in, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She was intoxicating.

I let her push me down on the moss, eager to have more of her. She straddled me, her tongue still in my mouth. Her hands went to the tail of my t-shirt and she pulled it up.