Free Fae High Summer Hunt by Renee Michaels

chill lingered way into the spring three cycles ago. I have such delightful distractions.” She exchanged a warm glance with her consort. “I noticed when it stayed cooler for much longer the next year past the cusp of summer. That’s when I realised what you were up to. I am afraid I can’t allow you to unravel the finely tuned changing of the seasons or have Oberon. He is a rogue, but I like him that way. So I watched and waited—well, we watched and waited.” She grinned at Oberon who responded with a roguish smile when Arine sent him a baleful glare. “And here you are exactly where I want you, when I want you. The mistake you made is thinking you could use the satyrs to befuddle my adventurous Fae women and keep them hidden to weaken me. It’s not the numbers, Arine, it’s the will and needs of my marvellous lustful Fae. And now you must be taught not to encroach on what’s mine.”
    Titania rose to her feet, and her robe slid off her shoulders. She was glorious in her nudity, full breasts topped with plump red nipples, her long torso sloping down to her curvy hips and drawing attention to the patch of auburn hair between her thighs.
    “Oberon.” The single word had her man moving to her side.
    He shed his clothes. “My love.” Naked, the Fae King wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his body, pressing his ever-ready cock against her ass.
    “Valen.” She patted her mons and Valen fell to his knees and buried his face in the silky hair on her muff.
    Why, that naughty boy, he’d been keeping secrets from her.
    “Naeme.”
    Startled at hearing her name called, Naeme jolted. Gulping, she stumbled to the Queen’s side, gasped when Titania cradled her head with a palm and drew her to her breast. She latched onto the nipple to slake the thirst riding her. The heat flowed through her body. She’d never feel chilled again.
    “Baylor, evoke your claiming.”
    Naeme quivered when Baylor flipped up her skirts, ripped away the barrier she had put in place. He grasped her hips and grunted when he nudged her damp opening with the bulbous head of his shaft. With short thrusts, he pushed into her. Was he larger or was it because she was needier?
    Titania addressed the room at large. “Commence the Greening, my children. Share our bounty with the pixies, the forest lords, brownies and elves.”
    She deliberately excluded the satyrs. Panos would seethe with rage. He would be aroused to the point of madness with no outlet to slake his lust.
    All around, couples came together. Threesomes, quartets and daisy chains of bodies started to line the room. The Fae writhed against each other, creating friction and heat. The Greening had begun.
    Titania was pulled downward. Oberon bent his mate over the throne and thrust his erection into her sheath. Valen crawled up behind him and slid his cock deep into his ass.
    Titania pulled Naeme’s head back by the hair. “Don’t you ever fuck Oberon again.”
    Body jerking from the pounding Baylor was giving her, Naeme stuttered. “Not without your permission, your majesty,” she replied saucily. It was hard to work up sufficient penitence when the woman’s cock-filled cunt was only a foot away from her face.
    “Impudent wench.” Titania laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips, slipping the tip of her tongue into her mouth before she released her. Hmmm, a new experience to explore. Freed, Naeme fell down on all fours, and pushed back onto the cock ramming into her. She was very aware of everything going on around her, Baylor’s manhood in her sheath, his hands on her tits and the sound of bodies slapping against each other.
    Heat flooded her belly, infused her limbs. Every Fae experienced the same thing. This magical harvest of their feverish fucking seeped into the floor, sank into the ground and spread far and wide.
    A wailing scream echoed hollowly through the cavernous room. Steam rose off Arine. Her haggard face filled with hate, she twirled and fled