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pussy burn red hot. I
didn’t know who I wanted most out of the three of them. In the end, I realised
that I wanted them all.
    “We are the king and queen of fae .”
The man spoke with such calm authority that I didn’t doubt him for a moment.
    “We could sense your heat. Will you share it with us?” The
fairy queen held out her hand. I wasn’t altogether sure what she was asking,
but I knew I couldn’t refuse her. I slipped my hand into hers and the king took
hold of Dean. I had a moment to register the tingle of electricity that passed
between us and then she drew me into her arms. She held me tight, our breasts
squashing together between us. Then she kissed me briefly on the lips and then
we rose into the air.
    I didn’t feel the take-off, but in an instant we were rising
above the trees and the wind was blowing against my naked skin. Her wings
fluttered as fast as a hummingbird’s, making a low buzzing sound as we left the
ground behind. Beside us, the fairy king flew with Dean cradled in his arms. I
could see their stiff cocks and another wave of liquid gushed between my legs.
What was happening to us? It couldn’t be real. If it was a dream, it was the
best one I’d had in a long time.
    We flew on over the trees until we came to a river. Dean and
I had never gone that deep into the woods before. The sound of rushing water
grew louder as our fairy guides took us closer to the bank. They landed lightly
and set us down on our feet. I let go of her reluctantly, wishing that our
bodies were still pressed together. My hands were itching to get back to her
soft skin, but her manner told me it wasn’t what she wanted from me right then.
    The four of us came together beside the river and I met
Dean’s eye. He looked dazed – like he’d had one beer too many or he was on the
way down from the best sex he’d ever had. Was that what I looked like?
    The buzzing of wings started up again, but this time it
wasn’t coming from the king and queen. Dozens of tiny fairies descended,
brushing against our naked bodies as they flew around us in a cloud of chatter
and tinkling laughter. Their wings grazed me all over, tickling my nipples up
into hard nubs and sending tremors of sensation right through me. They seemed
to pay special attention to my breasts and my crotch – dive-bombing between my
legs and prodding me with their miniscule hands. They swarmed over me so fast
that I could barely make them out individually. All I saw was the occasional
flash of a pretty face or a handsome body. They were like miniature versions of
the fairies that had flown us there, but instead of just lilac, their hair and
eyes were as many different colours as you could imagine.
    Gradually, they slowed down, taking only the odd pass at us.
I looked over at Dean and saw a pair of female fairies fighting over his cock.
One with orange hair and a boyish figure pulled it away from a green one with
generous breasts and a rounded ass. Then she clambered aboard, wrapping her
teeny arms and legs around Dean’s dick and making him throw back his head in
pleasure.
    “Leave them,” the queen said, and they flickered away from
us. But not before one of them plunged his hand inside my pussy as a parting
shot.
    The colourful throng of fae arranged themselves in rows along the riverside as if they were waiting for a
show to start. And then it dawned on me that they probably were.
    “Will you make love for us?” The fairy king gestured to the
river. I don’t know if it was wishful thinking, but I heard an unspoken promise
in his words. Put on a good show and
we’ll fuck you.
    I stepped forward into the shallow water and Dean did the
same. He took my hand and we walked into the water together. The river was
lukewarm, heated by the sun’s rays. It lapped around my thighs as we waded out
into the middle. By the time we got to the deepest part, I was in up to my
waist. Keeping hold of my hand, Dean walked around to face me and we kissed. I
didn’t want