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“That’s it, dear, oh, that’s right…” Mab clawed his shoulders and pulled at his hair. He moved now like he was an expert at pleasing her. Sliding his tongue into her sex, sucking at her folds after he’d titillated them with its tip, holding his mouth to her gates so he could fuck her all the more.

Harry didn’t need any further instruction, just the encouragement that what he was doing was satisfying Mab. No matter what their magic, men and women were meant to delight in this with each other. All he had to do was enjoy himself.

“Harder, Harry, more!” Mab groaned, pumping her hips into the air like she could get his face even further between his legs. “I’m going to come, you little doll! Hellfire, Harry, you’ve almost made me come!”

Harry lavished her with his tongue while reaching down to handle his hard prick, trying to assuage its stiffness while still keeping it ready for Mab. He knew she wouldn’t be happy if he used it up on his own hand instead of her.

Then Harry felt her come, which shocked him—the knowledge that Queen Mab’d had an orgasm with him. She shook violently, kicking her feet into the air with a cry of delight. Her pussy contracted and opened up and Harry tasted it, stronger than ever, sweetness running from deep inside her. She pulled at his shaggy hair like she was trying to scalp him and then suddenly let go, happily finished with him.

Or at least with his face down in her cunt, because she sat up and brought his head against hers, almost a headbutt, only they kissed. A long, passionate fuck of a kiss… her rubbing her face against the wetness she’d left on his. Then Harry was dropped back to the floor, panting.

“Hell’s bells, what a day!”

“I want your cock now,” Mab told him, getting down on her hands and knees with no apparent self-consciousness despite her royalty.

“Not on a permanent basis though, right Mab?” Harry asked, with her already nuzzling her face to his manhood.

“It can only stay hard so long, even for me, isn’t that right? Let me have it and I’ll have it drained in a minute. Unless you’d rather spend a few years suspended at a point of nearlyreaching completion…”

“Nah, I have a dentist’s appointment. If you don’t show up on time, they still charge you.”

She held his member to her mouth and took it into her throat in one smooth motion. Harry felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat and then be accepted into her gullet. He was only mildly distracted by how her hand frostily tickled his bloated balls.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He pumped his hips. Mab stroked him with her lips, pulling at his prick, twisting her tongue around his shaft with each thrust, while her hand squeezed his testicles. Reminding him of how he might put his hands on a girl’s head while she fellated him, both encouraging and ensuring the wonderful suction didn’t stop. Mab seemed as set on making sure that he couldn’t deprive her of her fun without leaving his scrotum in her grip.

“Fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna come—“ Harry closed his eyes and sucked in a breath to hold. But despite her self-amused roughness, Mab let it happen softly, easily.

His prick sung with pleasure and flooded her mouth with cum. Mab took it all, swallowing his seed happily until he was drained. Faster than he would have expected, Mab’s mouth was off him, her lips smacking as she sucked away the last of his ejaculation from her stuffed mouth.

Harry lay there gasping as Mab stood up, seeming more pleased than ever with her naked body and a bellyful of his cum. She petted her lips with an outstretched finger, then stroked that hand down the temporary warmth his seed had made from her throat down to her stomach.

“Your ‘Lash’ is a lucky woman. She will show her thankfulness to me by sharing. And when she wakes, tell the demon I expect her to keep you in practice. Now that I know your first performance was no fluke, I’ll hold you to this high standard, my Knight.” Then she giggled. “Should I stop calling you that if I have you for lunch? Perhaps breakfast? No—then people would think you’re her knight. You’re not. She can be yours, but you are mine. Be grateful I ask only for your pleasure, little mortal. Not-so-little mortal…”

And she was gone. Not even bothering to dress. Harry wondered which he would understand first: women or Fae.

Lash let out a snore in her sleep and it was the cutest thing, for someone who could be so seductive when she was awake. Harry went to get a blanket. He put it down over Lash and somehow didn’t jump out of his skin when he felt her hand stroking his calf.