Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

disagreed with me. “I just wish the universe would toss us a bone; you know . . .”

“Maybe I can help, Master,” a soft voice asked.

“What the fuck?” I tried to jump up, but Lilith easily kept me pinned with her forearm on my chest. “Fern, um . . .” the pixie was standing in the doorway, meekly wringing her hands.

“If you will allow it, Lady Lilith?” she asked, looking up to meet my eyes with carnal desire radiating from her face.

“Wait, um . . .” I tried to think of a way out of this.

“Okay,” Lilith’s single answer cut through any argument I tried to make.

“Really?” I asked, but it was already too late.

Lilith sat up and moved forward so her pussy was directly over my face. I breathed in the scent of her, and felt a shiver go through my whole body. I was about to lick her clit, when Fern grabbed my cock.

“Aah,” she worked her thumb around my leaking tip, and it was so sensitive I bucked like a spooked horse.

“Easy there, cowboy,” Lilith grinned, grabbed my head, and guided it toward her pussy as Fern licked the tip of my cock.

“Aah, this has to be a dream,” I groaned into Lilith’s drenched lips, and went to work.

I’ve already freely admitted I don’t have a lot of experience in eating a woman out. My last endeavor had been the result of getting hit by a sex hex and going to town on Xamira like she was an all you can eat buffet. Afterwards, I realized I needed to do some research.

I started with a move I called infinity, where I made a figure eight over her clit. Ideally, it would lead to infinite pleasure. That got a grunt of approval from Lilith, so I upped the intensity until I felt her legs tense on the side of my head. Next came the Mississippi cyclone. I don’t know if that’s what people called it, but I thought it sounded cool. I switched from a figure eight to a circular motion. Everything I’d read told me enthusiasm was key, so I very enthusiastically fucked Lilith with my tongue.

“Fucking shit, Cam,” Lilith grabbed my head and slammed it deep into her pussy; so deep, I was pretty sure my tongue was going to get her pregnant.

The change made me switch to a little thing I liked to call the modified motorboat; which was basically doing the same thing you did with tits, but with the labia. That had her groaning and orgasming in short order. I grinned, the facial movement eliciting a squeak from her. As she pulled back, my tongue darted out to flick the bean.

That’s when Fern finally took me in her mouth. I was glad I already serviced Lilith, because it was really hard to concentrate on eating someone out when someone else was shining my flagpole. I’d gotten head from several different women, including the one riding my face, and I could say, without a doubt, that Fern’s was second best. Only a creature built for sex could do it better. I didn’t like to think about how she learned to do what she was doing, but the little pixie sure knew how to suck a dick.

A lot of it boiled down to tightness. Fern was four foot nothing, maybe eighty pounds in her glamoured form. There was not a lot of extra space to go around, and like Lilith told me the first time she gazed on my cock, I had a good thickness to me.

“Ooh gods above,” I groaned as Fern had to work to shove my dick in her mouth.

You’d think I’d have teeth scraping my shaft, but you’d be wrong. I don’t know how she did it – maybe glamour, some other Fae gift – but it was so fucking good. Lilith thrust her hips, demanding attention, but I continued to struggle between giving and receiving pleasure.

I couldn’t see what Fern was doing, but sooner than I wanted, I felt pressure building in my balls. I watched as Lilith ran her hands through her hair, and squeezed her breasts, which sure as shit didn’t help slow down my coming ejaculation. Her eyes were closed, but I could still see the blazing emerald light of her feeding off the sexual energy in the room.

“I’m close,” I groaned, and her eyes shot open.

“Yes,” she breathed heavily, and hopped off my face. She lay along my side, her fingernails tracing designs across my abdomen as my breaths came in shorter and shorter.

For the first time, I got a look at Fern. I’d felt my cock hitting the back of her throat for the last thirty seconds, but now, I saw how she was really taking my dick. Despite the deep throating I’d imagined, I was lucky if half my dick was in her mouth, and I swore she’d dislocated her jaw to fit it. As I watched in awe, she looked up at me.

My eyes locked with the little pixie and I knew I was done for. There was such an animal need in her expression, a yearning and want, that I’d never seen on her face; and that drove me over the edge. I instinctually thrust up and emptied my balls into her throat. I watched, with my O-face in all its glory, as my dick physically shuddered with each stream of jizz that poured out of me. Fern’s eyes stayed locked on mine, even as she gagged against the rush of spunk.

With a final spasm, I was spent, and I sagged down onto the bed. Fern followed me down, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. Slowly, oh so slowly, with her eyes never leaving mine, she slipped my cock out of her mouth. She had chipmunk cheeks full of my nut, and she sensually crawled up my