Free The Pirate Fairy by A.J. Llewellyn Page B

he could move his wings with total ease. Denny was learning how to stretch his wings, literally, without hitting the wall. I can’t wait to see if I can fly.
    “I’ll get you more. You pay me first.”
    Denny didn’t hesitate. He sat on the bed and undid Frogmorten’s cotton pants. The bumblebee man’s cock was half hard and very generously proportioned. His entire body from the neck down was human and he was quite sexy underneath his clothing. The sight of that huge shaft made Denny drool. He was surprised at the sweetness of the gigantic cock in his grip. Did all of the men here come so well endowed? Now that Denny thought of it, bees consumed only nectar and pollen. He longed to drink a long, cool glass of nectar. It was his new drug of choice. This was what he thought about as he brought Frogmorten carnal pleasure. Denny enjoyed giving a man the ultimate satisfaction with his mouth. Frogmorten’s ropey juices flowed quickly down Denny’s throat. He moaned, and his cock wouldn’t go down.
    “You want it again?” Denny asked.
    Before Frogmorten could respond, Denny dipped his head and began the whole process of sucking and licking the huge cock again. Frogmorten had made no sound during the first time around, except for the occasional, delirious sigh. This time, he groaned…the sound so unusual yet so erotic to the seasoned pirate that Denny was soon on his knees, moving his hand to Frogmorten’s balls and squeezing them. Frogmorten twitched at this unexpected contact, but did not otherwise resist. In fact, he seemed to thrust even harder into Denny’s open mouth.
    Frogmorten came hard and reached out one massive hand to hold Denny’s head to him. When at last Frogmorten stopped coming, Denny knelt back on his haunches.
    “I think you enjoy paying your debts,” Frogmorten murmured.
    “Very much.” Denny looked him right in the eye. He was aware of a rush of heat to his own cock and wished he could jerk off quickly, but Frogmorten had other things on his mind.
    “I will bring you more nectar. And you will give me more…joy.” He left the cell, taking the empty goblet with him. When Frogmorten returned later, he was about to receive payment for the second goblet when Ebba and Barthelmass arrived.
    “They’ve stepped up your trial.” Ebba looked upset.
    Barthelmass was carrying another basin of water and set it on the table. “The prince has a keen interest in this case and he only leaves the castle at night. He won’t come to court in the morning.”
    Ebba grimaced at Denny. “And I am sorry to tell you that my brother is one of the crown’s witnesses against you.”
    Denny shrugged. His wing felt wonderful.
    “It’s twitching!” Ebba gasped. “You got it to work!”
    “I did. With Barthelmass’ help.”
    “Good, good.” Ebba pointed to the goblet. “Drink that nectar. Each cup lasts about two hours. We may have time to get you another cup before your trial starts.”
    Barthelmass stepped forward and said, “I’ll shave him while you coach him.”
    “Okay.”
    “But first, Denny’s going to wash his teeth. His breath smells like he ate a dead person.”
    Denny said nothing. He swallowed his nectar then grabbed the toothbrush and the canister of dental powder Barthelmass handed him and brushed. After using the bowl of water that Barthelmass had brought to swig and gargle, he spat the contents into his empty nectar cup. His mouth felt a lot better afterward and he tried to remember the last time he’d practiced good oral hygiene.
    “The more flower nectar you drink, the better your teeth will get. When you manifest your full powers you’ll never need to brush them again,” Ebba said. She stood at Denny’s side as Barthelmass lathered up Denny’s head and face. He shaved Denny with a double-edged razor. That was a delight he had previously only ever experienced on the rare times he had visited a barber. His skin stung until Barthelmass dabbed his hands with some kind of tonic from