Chapter 10: The Faerie Queen’s Court

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this!

Sven Falk – Palace of Queen Sidhe, Faerie

Awe spilled over me at the sight of Queen Sidhe sitting upon her crystalline throne, her silver hair fell about a face that was at once both as young as a maiden newly blossomed into womanhood and yet so ancient, possessing the weight of eons of existence. She perched with a regal bearing, her back straight, her naked breasts swaying and jiggling with the slow inhalation of her breaths. Long legs were crossed before her, almost daintily, but did nothing to rob her of that authority that she wore with such ease.

Here sat a being who had witnessed the rise and fall of empires without flinching.

I had to please her. I had to satiate her. I had to find a way to give this being delights, to win her to my cause and convince her to forgive Aingeal. My mouth went dry even as my cock swelled hard. Here was a challenge to conquer. Here was a woman far beyond any I had been with. Was I good enough to satiate this woman?

I had to believe I was. I needed confidence. Brashness. I had to pleasure this queen, and I would drive her wild. I didn’t have a choice.

“Mother!” Princess Siona cried out from my side.

“I see you have brought guests, daughter,” Queen Sidhe said, her voice pure honey coating steel, at first soft and feminine but with such authority naturally filling the timbre of her words that it resonated through the throne room.

“I have!” the faerie princess said before her wings hummed and she flitted to her mother.

She zoomed across the throne room, the walls, floors, and ceiling reflecting the purple flash of her flapping wings. A trail of golden dust fell in her wake while her laugh peeled through the throne room with all the girlishness of youth. She landed not before her mother’s throne, but upon it. Her feet settled down arms of the throne, her legs spread wide. Her cute ass wiggled from side-to-side with her excitement.

I blinked in utter shock at the sight of the queen and her daughter. Siona had her pussy practically shoved into her mother’s face. The queen’s hands wrapped about Siona’s body, grabbing her rump in a possessive way, pulling her even closer.

“Pater’s cock,” I groaned beneath my breath at the sight of lesbian incest.

“I met this amazing mortal, Mother,” Siona said, her hips wiggling more, the queen’s face drifting to her pussy. “He ate my cunt so well and fucked me sooooo hard!”

“And he’s the one married to Aingeal?” the queen asked. It looked like her face was almost pressed into her daughter’s cunt.

“Yes!” Siona said then shuddered, her wings fluttering in excitement. “You have to experience him, Mother. He filled me with so much cum.”

“I can smell it, daughter.”

“Want to taste it?” Siona’s question echoed through the august throne room.

“Gods,” I panted, my dick so hard in my leather pants, bulging it. I adjusted it, unable to look away.

“I would love to taste his seed, daughter,” Queen Sidhe purred, her fingers digging into her daughter’s rump.

She pulled Siona that last inch or two to have her daughter’s pussy rubbing directly on her pussy lips. The queen took a lick through the incestuous folds of Siona’s cunt, her tongue parting those delicate folds to scoop out my cum.

I squeezed my cock as Siona’s moans echoed through the throne room. The other faeries in the room, hovering around the perimeter, acted like nothing strange was happening. They sipped wines from crystal goblets or talked in small groups as the heir to the throne moaned out her pleasure as their queen devoured Siona’s cunt.

It was so hot to witness incest. I glanced over at my sister, her nipples hard against her pink robe, her blue eyes growing glossy. This was the same pleasure I shared with Kora. The same forbidden delights we shared.

“Oh, yes, Mother, isn’t that such yummy cum?” moaned the princess, her purple wings fluttered faster and faster. “Scoop it all out!”

Queen Sidhe let out a loud, purring moan of delight as she feasted on my cum in her daughter’s pussy. Her fingers clenched and relaxed on her daughter’s rump, parting those butt-cheeks, flashing Siona’s puckered asshole for all to see.

Kora reached my side, pressing against me. My sister’s hand went over my hand groping my cock. She squeezed my hand, her fair cheeks going pink with her excitement. She shifted her head, her braided hair swaying behind her.

“Getting excited by watching a mother devour your cum out of her daughter’s snatch, brother mine?”

“Wouldn’t you, sister dear?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow.

Her blue eyes danced with delight. “If I had the capability of fucking a girl and filling her with cum ... Yes. Yes, I would. I’m finding it so hot right now. It’s making my pussy so wet, brother mine.” Her hands squeezed over mine again. “Mmm, I see some of the faerie are ... satiating themselves.”

“What are you suggesting?” I asked her while Siona’s moans echoed through the throne room.

“Nathalie,” Kora said, a smile playing on her lips.

“Mistress,” my sex slave said as she bounded up before us, her braided pigtails sweeping about her young face.

“My brother’s cock is so hard. What do you think you should do about it?”

“Suck it, Mistress!” Nathalie said before falling to her knees before me. She had such excitement on her eyes. She wanted to suck my dick in this public place, not caring who saw her. In fact ... she wanted everyone to see her submit to me.

My sister and I pulled our hands away. Nathalie’s hands shot to my crotch. She began untying knots, unlacing my leather pants. She peeled them down, working from side-to-side to get them off my hips. My cock popped out of her pants, thrusting from my thick, blonde bush. She smiled, her left hand cradling my balls while her right grasped my shaft.