Free Fairy Prey by Anna Keraleigh

things with his tongue
and fangs. She could hardly breathe from the satisfaction as he turned his
attention to the other nipple. When his mouth left her body, she groaned, feeling
the loss so heavy she ached. Morrigan opened her eyes, glancing at Whisper.
Blue locks had fallen over his eyes again. They made him look so dangerous and
sexy. She struggled with her jeans. In the cramped quarters, she had to sit
down, pull everything off, and then move back to her knees. She was facing him,
both as naked as the day they were born.
    Whisper grabbed his
cock. He stroked it from base to tip and back again. “Your mouth...here.”
    Again, an order, but
Morrigan wanted so badly to suck his cock. She ignored the warning bells in her
head. This wasn’t being submissive, just sexual. She wanted this too. Morrigan
went down to her hands and knees, her neck craning so she could close her lips
over the tip of his cock. Whisper groaned. The sound echoed in the small
chamber. Her tongue swirled, and she glided her mouth down the shaft. Morrigan
found that sweet spot under his head and massaged. Whisper’s hips jerked
forward, and his hand fisted in her hair. He pulled her up and she moaned, not
yet finished with that big beautiful dick.
    His lips were on hers.
The kiss was animalistic. His hand lowered between her legs. Oh, fuck, she was
so ready to come without much attention at all. His fingers skimmed over her
slit, pressing her pussy lips apart, and then two fingers pierced her core.
Morrigan gasped, her head falling back.
    “On your back. Hands
above your head.”
    Was that a command? She
frowned, shifting to her butt and then her back. Her legs spread wide, giving
him a view of her pussy. Just the thought of him seeing her most intimate parts
made Morrigan wetter. His thumb caressed her entrance but didn’t penetrate then
skated in her juices up to her clit. Whisper circled the bud and Morrigan found
herself writhing in eagerness, the hard floor forgotten as an orgasm began to
build.
    Whisper’s palm slapped
against her inner thigh.
    It was a hard slap, and
she sat up quickly, shocked.
    “Down,” he said. His
dark eyes were slits as he watched her, his head lowered like a predator.
Morrigan cursed her hormones and then lay back down.
    Whisper caressed the
stinging skin of her thigh, his thumb starting circles on her clit. The
pressure was building again, her hips gyrating, and her eyes closed as she was
so close to climax.
    Another slap to her
other inner thigh.
    Her eyes popped open,
and she gasped but remained supine.
    Whisper smiled, fangs
and all. “Good girl.” He rewarded her by working his palm over her clit.
    Morrigan’s toes curled,
her breathing was all over the place, and she grabbed her own breasts to pinch
the hard nipples. So close, so damn close to that all-consuming pleasure spike.
    “Legs wider.” Whisper
kept rubbing her so she obeyed. Morrigan spread her legs as far as she could,
watching as he grabbed his cock and stroked a few times. The heavy dick bobbed
with each movement. When he finished teasing his appendage, he opened his palm
and slapped her right between the legs.
    The sting was instant.
Her core creamed. She groaned aloud, squeezing her nipples harder.
    “Open.” His voice was
guttural.
    Morrigan hadn’t realized
she closed her legs. She opened them wider and received another slap against
her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched. What was he doing to her? She was so
hot, feverish, and unable to hold still.
    “Over.”
    She instantly complied.
Shame was consumed by passion as she shifted to all fours. She lifted her ass
and was delighted when he gave her ass cheek a good slap. Whisper reached
beneath her, grabbing her small breasts and finding the nipples. He twisted and
pinched until she cried out. Her climax was gaining ground. Morrigan’s clit
throbbed deliciously. She felt Whisper’s head at her entrance, the tip entering
and forcing muscles to part. He was so damn big and made her feel so