2nd Fey Dominion sneak peek

​Mabon stirs in my arms. He untangles himself and stretches like a cat. All long lines and elegant grace. He is completely naked and utterly free from shame.
He yawns. “Give me Mister Dinky.”
“W…what?” I stutter in surprise.
He flashes me a condescending look. “Put your cock inside me.”
Whatever I was attempting to say gets stuck in my throat and gurgles. A light-headed feeling washes over me as all my blood rushes down. I was already fairly hard, just from memories of last night as well as it being morning.
“Get on with it!” he snips.
I roll on top of him and he spreads his legs for me. I look down at him and he grins up at me with sparkling eyes.
“I’m loose enough from last night, slide Mister Dinky in.”
I grunt, and do as I’m told. His tight, soft heat engulfs me, and I groan in delight. He feels so fucking good.
His head tilts back and his eyes flutter closed.
“That’s it. Good boy,” he purrs. “You fill me so well.”
Oh fuck. Fireworks are going off in my mind. I felt his words viscerally. They have sunk into me and rewritten my DNA. I may never recover from this, and I don’t even care.
I ease all the way into him, but before I can savour the sensation, my hips take over and start to rock.
Mabon moans. “Keep going. Harder. Deeper.”
My body obeys him. The friction of my thrusts zings like electricity through my veins. I gasp.
Then I stop. His eyes snap open in outrage. I give him a slow gentle slide of my cock, nearly all of the way out, then a sensual glide in. The noise he makes is music to my ears.
“No,” I rumble breathlessly. “I’m going to give it to you nice and slow until you are a whimpering, pleading mess.”
His amethyst eyes glow. Sparkling delight. Dark satisfaction. Keen anticipation.
My heart ricochets against my ribcage in response. He likes my idea. It pleases him. He wants me to tease and torment him. To slowly fill him with pleasure until he cannot take it anymore. Maybe this is how I get him to scream my name. By making him so desperate that he begs me for it. Pleads. Whines my name in a cry for mercy.
My hips settle into their new rhythm. Pulling out, sliding in and feeling his body opening up for me all over again. In and out. In and out.
He is tight around me. Soft silken heat. Little ripples of his pleasure spasm around me. He is moaning beautifully now. His cock is hard and flushed. Leaking clear liquid onto his taut stomach.
My movements are too gentle to cause his chains to pull on his piercings. And that’s a tragedy that needs to be resolved.
I shift my weight onto one arm. With my now free hand, I take a hold of his silver chains, just above his belly button ring. I lift gently upwards, pulling the silver chains taut. Tugging on both his nipples and his cock at the same time.
His nipples immediately harden, and he cries out and writhes helplessly. Grinning, I do it again and again. Timing it in between my gentle thrusts.
“More,” he whimpers desperately.
A deep groan rumbles through me. My vision darkens and balls draw up. His soft begging nearly made me cum.
“More,” he repeats.
I give his chains a firm tug, and he keens, high and long.
“Do you want something, Your Highness?” I tease.
He mutters something my translator doesn’t catch, but I’m pretty sure it is an inventive swear word.
“Make me come,” he whines.
“I’m not stopping you,” I say. “But I could watch you writhing on the edge like this all day.”
He yowls and lifts his hips up. It forces a grunt from me. He clenches tightly and I’m seeing stars. He wraps his long legs around my waist and holds me tight. He continues to buck up against me. Fast and hard. I should stop him. I should let go of the chains and take a hold of his hips and hold him down. But pleasure is coursing through me. Pure. More intense than anything I have ever felt.
Our hips slam together. Messy and uncoordinated. My cock pulses and suddenly I’m cumming. My muscles are spasming. I’m yelling. Jerking. He keeps on bucking and tightening around me. Milking me. Drawing out my bliss in great shuddering waves that are going on and on. Far longer and deeper than anything I ever thought was possible.
I’m floating now. Spinning amongst the stars. My consciousness driven out of my body by the sheer ecstasy.
He wails his way through his own orgasm, and I love the sound of it. A song of rapture and euphoria. Pure burning joy. All things I have given him and that he deserves.
The volume slowly reduces. Now the only sound is our panting breaths. I open my eyes. He is looking up at me. My softening cock is still nestled inside his heat. I never want to leave. I could stay like this always.
His amethyst eyes are full of fondness. Tenderness. And a little bit of awe. His beautiful face is flushed and sweaty. He looks well fucked. Sated. Drunk on endorphins.
Pride swirls through me. Warm and golden. Look at what I have done to him. Me. I’m the one that has made him look like this.
And suddenly everything is so clear now. As clear as the morning light streaming around the curtains. I know what I’m going to do.