Page 59 of Fae Games

He closed his eyes and exhaled a shuddering breath. “Please.”

Prince Bradwell’s erection was hot and hard and protruding from his academy breeches. My mouth watered at the chance to toy with another royal penis, but a cackle from the hag behind us reminded me to hurry this hand-job.

With the deftest of movements, I unbuttoned his fly and wrapped my fingers around a thick erection with a bulbous tip nearly as dark as his hair. It pulsed in my grip, and a pulse of need shot through my core. Prince Bradwell was just as huge as his brothers and just as delicious.

“Oh,” I murmured.

“Anything wrong?” he whispered back.

“No, but I understand why the hag thought I might be tempted to have a taste.” I pumped his hard length, making sure to give him a tight squeeze at the top.

Prince Bradwell let out a shuddering moan as enough precum drizzled from his slit to lubricate the up-and-down slide.

Heat gathered between my legs, and after a few more strokes, my folds became slick with need. I squeezed my thighs together, clenched my teeth, and focussed on the dick in hand.

Grunts and gasps filled the hag’s little hovel, from Prince Bradwell getting his hard and fast wanking, from my sexual frustration, and noises from the excited creature at our backs. I didn’t dare turn around to see what she was doing, but I had faith that Prince Caulden was safe from molestation.

I had to speed this up. The longer I spent playing with this gorgeous, huge prick, the longer Helen was suffering under the mercies of four princes of darkness.

“Look at you,” I whispered into Prince Bradwell’s ear. One hand cupped his hard ass, and the other twisted around his thick, wet cock-head. “So big and hard.”

“W-what?”

“I love touching your massive, royal dick. It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to get on my knees and suck.”

Prince Bradwell’s head lolled back, and he let out several noisy, panting breaths. “Really?”

I slipped the vial out from my pocket and held it at the tip of his cock. “I want to see you cum. I want to see you spurt all over my fingers in a blaze of royal glory.”

“Argh!” His knees buckled, moving his dick out of the vial’s range. Still clinging onto that tight ass, I jerked forward and moved the vial back in place as he ejaculated his first spurt.

“Unity!” he roared.

My heart clattered like the hoofs of a horny centaur, and I bent low, collecting spurt after spurt of Spring-Court-magic infused semen. The white fluid at the bottom of the vial turned as cerise as Prince Bradwell’s hair, and by the time he had shot the last of its load, the elixir glowed with effervescent power.

I pulled the vial away from his still-hard dick and drew back. “Are you alright?”

“Never better.” Prince Bradwell’s cheeks burned brighter than the earwax candle. “Thank you.”

I placed the cork back on the vial. “You’re welcome.”

As I straightened, the hag cried out. I whirled around to find her hunched over herself, jerking her elbow back and forth as though she was sawing wood.

“Oooh!” she rasped. “That was magical!”

I glanced around for signs of Prince Caulden and found him facing the door encased in a sarcophagus of ice. Poor guy. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with his brother’s dick, I would have joined him to escape from the hag.

* * *

After downing the contents of the vial, which made absolutely no difference to the hag’s appearance, she walked us around to the back of her home and gathered ingredients from her herb garden for a ritual that needed to take place after sunset. She handed us a scroll and shoved us off her land, telling us she had better things to do than mollycoddle a bunch of clueless children.

About an hour later, the carriage dropped me off outside the remedial building. I kissed Prince Caulden goodbye and arranged to meet after dinner, but as I stepped out, Prince Bradwell escorted me to the doorstep.

“Unity.” He took hold of my hands. “Did you think I would disapprove of you for being victimized by Elijah Meadowhawks?”

I gazed into his amber eyes, which shone with compassion. “You were so angry with me last night, I really couldn’t tell what you’d say when you discovered the truth.”

“I’m sorry for thinking you were in collusion with him,” he replied. “The Duke of Medietas said Meadowhawks has a woman in each of the major human settlements on the Isle. They all believe themselves to be his only lover, and he only chooses those who rely on his gifts to survive.”