“Did you fuck her?” Aingeal asked, the faerie hovering nearby, her wings fluttering lazily. You see something you want, and you take it.”
“Yes,” I answered, staring at her. XXX You’re going to claim me fully! That wasn’t what I should be doing. His wife. I swayed between my brother and my muse. Zanyia blinked, her purr faltering as the naked Otmar and Thea embraced. “Slipped another cock into the group.”
“We need to get you ready,” moaned Greta next, turning away from Ealaín and her big cock. He settled between my thighs, his cock, full of his fecund seed, nuzzling at my cunt. “Mmm, that is a lovely blend, don’t you think?”
“Suppose,” I said, the word’s coming out slow, measured. It was so wonderful.
