Her Fae Lovers

“Get out of her things.” Puca chided as he walked into Lola’s room and flopped onto her bed.

Bodach was lying sprawled on her bed as he watched Lu. He turned to glare at Puca before looking back towards Lu.

Lu, who was currently in her closet looking at the bookshelf above her clothing. His eyes taking in the shiny restraints, he bit his lip. His cheeks flushing a bright crimson stain as he thought about Lola being bound.

That was more of Bodach’s thing, he’d never really been interested in tying a partner down. There was plenty of fun to be had without that. Stepping further into the closet, he let out a groan of pain as his toe found the sharp metal edge of a wooden chest.

“Gabhdán.” Lu bit out. Hopping on one foot as he brought the injured foot up and rubbed his toe, checking the damage. When he realized he wasn’t bleeding, he put his foot down and leaned over. Pulling the sweater that had been tossed down over it off. His eyes widened as he studied the box.

“What did you find?” Bodach asked as he rolled to his side, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

Puca stood, stepping closer to the closet as Lu picked up the chest. Turning, Lu looked up at the other man with wide green eyes.

“Do you think-”

“Must be, why else would she have one like this.” Puca said, taking the chest from Lu’s hands and placing it on the bed.

They stood staring at the skillfully etched designs before each exchanging a glance.

“Merrow will be fine, as long as they avoid the water.” Bodach said as he sat up, his finger tracing over the waving designs of the box. “And rutting.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Why don’t you tell me not to breathe?” Puca growled out through clenched teeth.

“They’ll be fine. I doubt she could hurt him, even if she knew what she was. Or what might be a part of her?” Lu said, then he bit his lower lip, shaking his head. Wishing he had been able to hold his tongue. Glancing over at Puca, he wanted to kick himself as he caught the bleak look on his face as the man opened up the chest.

***

Lola gripped his biceps as he kissed her, her chest pressed to his. As he tasted her lips.

“Are you ready?” Merrow asked as he pulled back to look at Lola, his chest moving as he took quick breaths. To calm himself, he wanted to sink his cock into her. First, he wanted her to have an experience that nothing could compare to. The need to taste her was stronger. He knew she would enjoy what he was about to do to her.

She nodded as the water moved about them in gentle waves beneath her breasts. Merrow pressed his lips to the soft skin of her shoulder. She could feel the press of his cock against her abdomen. Vaginal walls clenching in anticipation as she thought about what was about to happen.

Merrow kissed her lower as he started to sink beneath the water. She watched the trickle of bubbles come up to the surface of the clear blue waters as his lips pressed against her stomach. His tongue dipping into the well of her navel, hands trailing over her thighs as he moved one leg over his shoulder. The first touch of his tongue against her made her moan.

Tangling her fingers in his hair, not just to help her steady herself, but to hold him where she needed him to keep his talented tongue. He licked along her folds with steady stokes that had her grinding her cunt against his face. His thumbs moved against her hip bones and she felt the webbing between his fingers. She realized that his body had adapted to be in the water.

His tongue dipped into her channel and Lola bit her lip as his thumb moved from her hip to press against her clit as he worked his tongue in and out of her. Fucking her with it, she let out a whimper as he worked his thumb faster over the bundle of nerves.

Merrow kept up the pace and her body was soon tensing up as she tightened her fingers. Closing her eyes as he moved his tongue faster. The sounds of the ocean made her feel at ease in a way that no other sexual encounter had ever given her. She cried out Merrow’s name as she shook her orgasm crashing through her. His movements didn’t stop as he lapped at her core. She tugged the wet strands in her fists up, Lola needed him to take her.

Merrow unhooked her leg from around his shoulder and pulled her lower. Sucking in a breath as her head slipped below the water. His lips pressed against hers as he pulled her under. Guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed his cock against her pulsing sex.

He moved to stand and Lola enjoyed the weightless feeling as he thrust his cock into her. Gasping as her head moved above the water. His lips didn’t leave hers, instead he used the parting of her lips to move his tongue against hers as he thrust deeper into her.

“Never have I felt anyone like you.” He panted as he pulled back, guiding her in a pace that would have been brutal if she hadn’t been so ready for him. “It feels like coming home when I’m sheathed in you.”

Lola dragged her hands along his back. Her nails leaving angry red lines on his skin as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Lola didn’t know if it was Merrow, or having sex in the ocean that was causing her to feel the way she was.

Almost like something was building up inside of her as the familiar clenching started low in her abdomen and she knew that although the last orgasm had been good. This one would be earth shattering.

Moving her hips faster, her clitoris rubbed against his pubic bone at just the right angle. His hands gripping her ass were driving her faster as he panted her name against her neck. His teeth nibbling along her skin as his own pleasure overwhelmed him.

Heart thundering in his chest as his hips moved frantically. The feeling of being in the ocean again and the fact that he was sharing it with Lola was driving Merrow closer to the edge. Her nails scrapped along his shoulder only heightened his arousal.

“Merrow,” she moaned against his shoulder as her lips pressed against his skin, making him shake.

He’d engaged in pleasure in the ocean before, but it had never felt like this. His head spun as his cock throbbed. Lola’s vaginal walls fluttered around him and he let out a groan of pleasure.

Glad that she had come, because there was no way he was going to be able to last with the way she was riding him. His balls tightened as he sped up his thrusts, his vision blurring as his head swam.

“Lola,” he growled out as he spilled his semen in her pulsing body. Merrow’s world faded to blackness as he fell forward, taking Lola beneath the water with him.