Chapter Thirty-Five

 

 

The next morning, I woke in bed. Drostan must have carried me to it while I slept. He was standing beside the bed; staring at me with a wicked smile. In his hands were the shiver chains.

“How did you get those?” I asked as I sat up.

“What do you mean?” He frowned. “I've always had them.”

“Conall showed them to me when he kidnapped me,” I said. “He used them as proof that you had given me to him.”

“He must have had his own set, Riley.” Drostan shrugged. “These have never left the castle.”

“That bastard,” I hissed. “I totally fell for it.”

“It's over now,” he said simply. “Go see to your morning needs and bathe. And be quick about it; I'll be waiting.” He shook the chains at me.

I went into the bathroom and went through my morning routine, wondering what was up with Drostan. Ever since that muscle cramp, he'd been acting strangely. But our relationship had always been odd, and his mood swings were getting commonplace. Maybe the man was insane. I bathed, dried off, and headed back into the bedroom.

“Excellent,” Drostan said. “Now, come here; I want to put these on you.”

“I thought we were over this?” I grumbled as I went to stand before him.

“My desires shift,” he said as he fastened the collar around my throat. “Spread your legs.”

I did as he said, and Drostan ran the lengths of shiver chain from the front of the collar, between my legs, and to the back of the collar. He sucked my nipples briefly so he could slide the golden hoops on, then attached the chain between them. The shiver chain thrummed against my clit, making me writhe.

“Lovely,” he proclaimed.

Drostan went to an armoire and pulled out a red velvet cloak. He was already fully dressed in tunic, pants, cloak, and boots. But this cloak was for me; he threw it over my shoulders and took me by the hand.

“Preparations for the Spring Festival are underway,” he said casually as he led me through the halls. “I need to test the altar, and you shall assist me.”

Fairies were bustling about; their arms full of flowers, fabric, and ribbons.

“The Spring Festival?” I asked.

“It's a fertility festival.” Drostan grinned at me. “You will not be attending, but you may watch from my window.”

“You're attending without me?”

“I have to attend and participate; I'm the King.”

“And what happens at this fertility festival?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Lots of sex, of course.” He shrugged.

“You want me to watch from the window as you fuck other women?” I asked with horror.

“It's just sex, Riley.” Drostan frowned at me. “You should know by now that we fairies have a different opinion on sex than humans. Sex is a pleasant pursuit and a way to procreate; nothing more.”

“Nothing more?” I lifted my eyebrows at him.

“If you care for someone, it becomes more,” he amended. “But even when we're in committed relationships, we fuck other people. We just take precautions not to procreate; like the spell I cast upon you when I first brought you here.”

“You cast a spell on me?” I gaped at him.

“I didn't want you getting pregnant,” he said. “It was just a precaution. But the fairies I fuck tonight will not have taken the those measures; it is a fertility festival, after all.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shouted. “You think it's okay for you to knock up another woman because it's a fertility festival? I thought we were going to try to renew our relationship?”

“How many fairies have you fucked?” Drostan stopped and narrowed his gaze at me. “All without knowing that I had frozen your fertility.”

I went silent. He was right; hadn't I just been thinking that my morals were shifting to something more fey? But it was different when I was with someone who I cared about, and who cared about me. I didn't want to be with someone else when I was with Trenton, and I had hoped that I could eventually feel the same for Drostan. Either way, I had thought that Drostan cared about me. But now he not only wanted to screw other women, he was also fine with impregnating them. So what did that mean?

“That's right; you've experienced the pleasures of Tirne,” he said. “Do not get caught up in morals now. I am the King of Unseelie; I will fuck who I want when I want. Children are rare for us, so if one of the women get pregnant tonight, it will be a blessing; no matter who the father is.”

“But I can't fuck whomever I want?” I growled. “Is that why I'm not allowed to go to this festival?”

“Precisely. You are mine.” Drostan lowered his face to mine. “That is our agreement. You fuck only me or who I tell you to fuck. You had some freedom in Seelie, but that is over. I hope you enjoyed yourself because, from this point forward, my cock will be the only one penetrating your pussy.”

“Who are you?” I gaped at him.

Drostan gave a start and stared at me with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Who are you?” I repeated. “It's like Jekyll and Hyde with you sometimes. One minute you adore me, and the next you're cruel.”

“Oh.” He looked uncomfortable. “Perhaps I can be harsh sometimes.”

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked gently. “Has something happened to upset you?”

“I'm fine,” Drostan said stiffly. “Come along; the altar should be set up by now.”

“The what?” I gasped.

“The fertility altar.” Drostan led me out of the castle and around the side of the building; into a clearing set right before his bedroom window.

Drostan waved to a low, wooden table that had been placed in the center of the clearing. It was about waist height and had a padded top. Strange symbols were painted on the fabric covering and down its wooden legs. There were also bits of wood protruding from the legs, and leather loops at each corner of the table. Drostan picked me up and sat me on top of it.

“Lay back,” he commanded.

I laid back on the altar, and he lifted my feet onto the protrusions on the table legs; they were footholds. My legs spread open wide, and Drostan set himself between them.

“Now, take hold of the handles.” He waved at the leather loops above my head.

I grabbed the straps; shifting my cloak in the process. Drostan pushed it open the rest of the way, and I was bared completely. I glanced around nervously at the fairies setting up garlands of flowers in the trees around us. They smiled our way and went back to their preparations.

“Very nice.” Drostan murmured as he drew a hand over my torso; pulling on the chain between my breasts as he did.

“Your concubine makes quite a lovely offering, Your Majesty,” a Gancanagh man said. “Will you be testing the altar with her?”

“Indeed,” Drostan said as he undid his belt. “You may attend us if you wish.”

The workers gleefully dropped what they were doing to gather around the altar. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that Drostan and I were alone.

“Open your eyes, Riley,” Drostan commanded as he slid into me. “This is what it means to be a king's concubine. You have duties to fulfill that will sometimes involve the court.”

I opened my eyes just as Drostan shoved himself deep; the shiver chains rocketing my pleasure as he hit my clit. Drostan started a slow grind; one hand reaching up to pull on the golden chain between my breasts. I moaned as the loops sent twinges of delight through my nipples, and Drostan stared hungrily at the way my breasts moved.

And then the fairies around us took out their cocks and started stroking them. I looked around me in shock, but Drostan only smiled.

“It's part of the ritual,” Drostan explained. “They're only doing their parts to give us an authentic experience. You will be filled with seed and covered in it.”

I glanced around at the variety of cocks on display. There were the perfect, silky shafts of the sidhe male and the gancanagh, but then there was the little stump of a goblin—looking even smaller when compared to the massive cock of the redcap and the horse cock of the kelpie. The sound of flesh working flesh filled the air around me; adding to the wet slapping coming from between my legs.

“Sweet Goddess; she be a sloshin',” the redcap murmured and then took a deep breath. “And she smells sweet as nectar.”

“You may anoint yourselves with my concubine's honey, and ease your ministrations,” Drostan proclaimed generously as he slipped out of my pussy.

The fairies came around to the end of the table eagerly, and my eyes widened as the gancanagh set his palm to my pussy and started to rub me. I began to close my legs automatically, but Drostan grabbed a thigh and pulled it open again.

“This is not about your wants or mine, it's about duty; you are required to ease them on behalf of the Goddess. It is an honor,” Drostan growled. “Be grateful that I'm not taking you to the actual festival. If you were truly one of the offerings, you'd be fucking them all, not just providing them with lubrication.”

Hand nicely wet, the gancanagh started rubbing his cock again as he eased to the side of the table; giving me a smooth smile as he went. Next up was the kelpie; he set his cool hand to me and leaned forward to smile at me with straight, horse teeth. His seaweed hair dripped water across my belly.

“I don't need your juices, my lady,” the kelpie said. “But I'm not passing up the opportunity to touch your precious, pink pussy.”

He rubbed his wide hand over me and slipped a long finger inside me. The kelpie's hand was webbed, and when he angled his thumb up to rub my clit, the webbing pressed against me and teased me further. He took his wet hand away and slid to the side, but before he set his palm to his cock, he licked a finger slowly.

I had a glimpse, out of the side of my eye, of Drostan working his cock steadily as he stared at my pussy. But then the sidhe man stepped up to me. He used both of his hands to work me into a frenzy—using one to finger fuck me wildly while he used the heel of his other palm to grind into my clit. Pleasure was pooling low in my pelvis and starting to spread. I couldn't hold on any longer; I came with a shrieking cry.

“Congratulations.” Drostan slapped the fairy's back as the man moved to the side. “Well done.”

“We got her primed for you,” the gancanagh teased.

I rolled my head in the groggy aftershocks of my orgasm and blinked at Drostan in confusion.

“The man who first brings the offering to orgasm is blessed with fertility for the next year,” Drostan explained. “It's not necessarily true with you, since you are only priming the altar, but it's possible.”

The sidhe man grinned widely and started working his cock with his wet hands. Then the goblin stepped up—his head barely over the edge of the altar—and rubbed at me quickly with the whole of his little hand. He licked the tip of a finger and winked at me before he hurried away. The goblin climbed back on the stool he had brought to the table and started working his cock fervently as he licked his lips and admired my body. That's when the redcap stepped up. Blood dripped from his cap onto my thigh, but no one seemed to notice. I didn't at first either; I was too focused on the massive hand that covered my entire pussy and draped onto my belly. He rubbed me a couple of times and then slid a thick finger into me. It was nearly the size of Drostan's cock. The redcap grinned as he rotated his finger inside me; his pinky prodding my ass. I trembled and he poked his pinky in with a secret wink at me. He fucked me with his two fingers until I was writhing, and then pulled his hand away to reveal how one finger glistened with moisture. The redcap lowered his hand to his enormous cock and happily rubbed the liquid onto himself as he moved away.

“Looks like the Goddess gave me a taste of you, after all, my lady,” the redcap murmured.

An image flashed through my mind; of the same redcap with his mouth posed over my pussy. Drostan shifted back into position and thrust himself into me. I cried out as he went straight into a savage tempo. Was this the same man who couldn't stand the Unseelie touching me—even in punishment? I was so confused, and my head was reeling with ecstasy; I couldn't think straight. With Drostan's cock plunging in and out of me, and all of the other dicks being worked by eager hands around me, I was reeling in rapture. The men around the table matched Drostan's speed, and mere seconds after Drostan cried out and spilled into me, the other men came across my body. Hot ribbons of fairy cum painted my belly, tits, and face; sending me surging into another orgasm myself.

“What a pretty picture you make,” Drostan murmured as he slid his cock back into his pants, “with that red velvet background and your body covered in cum. The Goddess will be pleased, even if you aren't the actual offering.”

The men around us bent their heads and murmured a prayer. I just gaped at them and down at myself before I laid my head back and closed my eyes in mortification. This was so fucked up.