Chapter Six

 

 

The slam of a door woke me. I don't know how long I'd been hanging there, between the bedposts, but my body was aching. Drostan came into my line of view; wearing silver armor with blood splattered across it. He dropped an equally bloody sword on the floor with a callous clattering and stared at me; his chest heaving and his eyes wild.

“What happened?” I whispered.

“Just a minor skirmish,” Drostan growled. “An attack on a nearby village that I had to take care of.” He unbuckled his belt as he strode over to me. “I know I've left you longer than I should have, and I'm sorry, Riley, but you'll have to wait even longer for your release. First, I need mine.”

As Drostan stepped forward, the wood that was still wedged inside me slid out, freeing my pussy for him to shove his cock into with one fierce movement. The vines around my breasts slithered away as well. I cried out as Drostan slammed into me powerfully; the edges of his armor biting my skin as his gloved hands grabbed my breasts cruelly. The wooden branches slipped away entirely, and I fell forward onto the mattress limply. Drostan held me down with a hand to my back and rapidly thrust himself into me. My aching pussy revived with the feeling of his hard cock inside it. I moaned and mindlessly ground myself into the mattress to find some relief. My face was pressed into the blankets—Drostan's incredible scent filling my nose—and I whimpered as I realized that my body was truly his. Even this rough treatment aroused me; I steadily climbed to my climax, and as I screamed into the bedding, Drostan filled me again.

I laid there, exhausted, as he eased back. I heard Drostan removing his armor—pieces of it clanging to the floor—and then he was lifting me. I moaned and pushed against him weakly.

“No more,” I whispered. “Please; I can't even think straight.”

“It's okay, Riley,” he murmured. “I'm just taking you to bathe.”

I relaxed as Drostan headed into the bathroom. He set me down on my feet as he ran water into the massive tub. Then he placed me in the tub before he climbed in behind me. Drostan eased me between his legs—pulling me back against his chest—and began to wash me with a soft, soapy cloth. I sighed and closed my eyes; nearly falling asleep.

“I can be rough after a battle,” he said in an apologetic tone as he drew the cloth down my neck. “I hope that I didn't hurt you.”

“No; I'm not hurt,” I murmured. “I'm just sore from being in that position for so long.”

“I'll take care of that,” he purred into my ear as the sensation of several hands massaging my body began to roll over me.

I moaned and then sighed as the tension eased out of my tight muscles. Every inch of my body was rubbed with increasing intensity; slowly turning me into jelly. I had never felt so wonderful in all of my life.

“You think that I'm cruel,” Drostan said as the massage ended, “but I've been lenient with you. If another slave had disobeyed me, I would have had her set in the courtyard pillory—bound at neck and wrists—and allowed my fairies to fuck her at their leisure. Would you have preferred that, Riley?” He purred as his fingers dipped below the water and trailed over my sex.

He began to slide them gently over me, and I wriggled against him automatically.

“Would you have liked to be bent over; your head and hands stuck through the wood slats while your ass was held high by a block of stone beneath your hips? You'd be naked; your feet spread wide by a bar so that your sex was on display and available to all who wanted it.”

Drostan slipped a finger inside me and started massaging my breast with his other hand. He kissed my neck and then bit it hard before lifting his mouth to my ear again.

“They'd tease you first; just like this.” He began to thrust his finger into me faster. “They'd crouch beneath you to suck your luscious tits, and then they'd pinch your nipples like this.” He pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out. “The women would slap you and encourage the men to fuck you in every hole. Anyone who wanted you could have you. The Trolls with their giant cocks would fill your mouth until you gagged. The Cu-sidhes would howl and lap at your pussy until you were so wet that they could slide their dicks into you over and over without resistance. They would cheer each other on as they made you cum, and then they would watch the other fairies take you while they waited for their next turn.”

“Stop it,” I hissed.

“I'm just telling you what I could have done to punish you,” he said gently. “Was I not so fond of you.”

Drostan turned me around and positioned me over his hard cock. He slid me down on his dick and then lifted his hips into me; fucking me in a slow grind. I fell forward, but he pushed me up so that he could suck on my nipples roughly.

“That's how the Goblins like to suck tits; hard and wet,” he went on. “They'd need to bring a barrel over to fuck you, but they're determined little fuckers, and they would. They wouldn't fuck your pussy either; they'd make use of your tight ass. But at least their dicks are small; so they wouldn't stretch you out. The Gancanaghs would appreciate that. Those are the love talkers, and they have magical voices that make you desire them. You'd be dripping in need within five seconds of them speaking to you. You'd beg for them to fuck you, but they'd only laugh as one of their women slid a dildo into your pussy instead. They'd fuck their women as their women fucked you, and you would cry for their cocks in desperation. But your cries would be muffled by the pussy one of their women would shove into your face. And you'd lick that lady's slit eagerly; you'd do whatever they wanted just to get them to fuck you.”

“You're fucking disgusting,” I growled.

Drostan held my chin and forced me to look at him. “The Sidhe men would wait until you were nice and tender before they hosed you down—both inside and out—making sure that you were clean enough to fuck. They would take every opening you had and fill them all at once; one in your mouth, one thrusting in your pussy, and one filling your ass. They take great pride in being able to dominate a woman in such a way. And they would make you come as they did it.”

The pleasure was tightening in my belly as Drostan started to rub my clit with his thumb. He held me to him tightly with his other hand, and then pushed me back; rolling over me so that I was beneath him. I grabbed the rim of the tub to hold myself up, and his hands went right beside mine. Drostan began to thrust into me with steady strokes.

“The Kelpies would come next—with their thick, horse dicks—and they would pummel your dripping holes; made loose by those before them,” Drostan went on mercilessly. “You'd still be dazed from the love talkers—still in horrible need. You'd love every moment of those kelpie cocks bucking into your sloshing slit.”

Drostan bucked up into me wildly to demonstrate.

“When the rest of the court had finished with you, the Pixies would take what was left,” he whispered sweetly. “They would rub their little pricks all over you; on your face, between your lips, in your ears, in the cracks of your toes, and of course, they would flock to your pussy and ass. They would fill you up with so many tiny cocks that you'd think a full-sized man was fucking you. The smaller ones might even shove their lower bodies into your wet cunt so they could lie within that erotic embrace as they massaged your clit with eager hands and laved it with tiny tongues. Then their women would arrive, and they'd screw on your back; spreading their seed on your skin and in your hair. By the time I released you in the morning, you'd be filled and covered in cum and begging to serve me... or maybe you'd be begging me to let you stay locked up.”

Drostan lifted me out of the tub, setting my ass on the rim, and started sucking on my clit. He fingered me swiftly as he sucked and then licked me until I came in a screaming, shuddering rush. When it was over, Drostan let me slip down into the warm water, and he slid back into me.

“Now, do you still think that I'm cruel, or do you prefer my treatment of you to the alternative?” Drostan asked as he began to fuck me ferociously.

“You know my answer,” I muttered.

“Say it, Riley!” Drostan snapped as the water churned around us. “Tell me that you will obey me from this moment on, or I will take you into the courtyard this very instant!”

I ground my teeth together angrily.

“I will do it, Riley,” Drostan threatened. “Is that what you want? Are you craving a kelpie cock in your ass?”

“I will obey you!” I shouted.

Drostan gave one final thrust and came violently.