LEGACY OF THE SNAKE

A fairy tale romance from Ellora's Cave

In this excerpt, Heath has been spirited into the fairy world. He's not sure where he is or why he's been brought there, and having passed out for unknown reasons, he awakens in a bedroom...

 

He woke to the pleasant but disturbing sensation of someone sucking his dick. The ‘disturbing’ part didn’t register right away; first the ‘pleasant’ part had to crest high enough to awaken him completely. Then he remembered where he was—or where he’d been last—and realized he had no idea who might be going down on him, or why. He opened his eyes.

He was alone in a small room, lying on a bed that appeared to be perfectly normal. The room had a girlie feel to it, with flowery wallpaper and lacy pillowcases on the bed. He lay on top of the quilt. It was lacy, as well. He was naked. Erect, too, and his dick felt wet.

He sat up. There was, indeed, sheen on the skin of his penis, as if the interrupted blowjob had been more than just a dream. But there was no one else in the room, and he wasn’t capable of sucking himself.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed. He still ached, his cock demanding that someone finish what they’d started. He tried to ignore it, but he’d been so close to orgasm his balls were drawn up tight, and he couldn’t seem to shake it off.

Forcing himself to ignore it, he walked—a bit stiffly—to the bedroom door. It was locked. The room had no windows.

Wherever he was, he was stuck here for a while.

What the hell? He sat back down on the bed and went to work.

* * * * *

From her tower bedroom, Elena watched. She smiled as the young man curled his hand around his firm, erect cock. He ran his thumb over the head, catching the beads of fluid, slicking his shaft with it, then setting to work with a quick pull-and-slide, pulsing his cock through his fist.

Watching him brought her to a state of arousal nearly as desperate as his seemed to be, but she held hers off, enjoying the sensation as her body lit up with heat. Something about him appealed to her. Maybe his straightforward efficiency—up and down, quick, even, practiced jerks—as he pleasured himself. No extra indulgences, just a quick solution to an obvious problem. Or maybe it was just his bright blue eyes and the soft curl of his blond hair against his shoulders. She wasn’t sure.

Nevertheless, she found herself bending closer to the mirror on her wall, unwilling to miss anything. As he bent his head back, giving himself up to his climax, she bent forward, licking her lips, her nose almost touching the mirror’s glass. She could imagine what his cock would feel like, taste like in her mouth, could almost feel the textures of his skin under her tongue. Her hand strayed to her own breast, caressing its full curves, her fingers teasing her firm nipple.

She jerked back from the mirror, suddenly aware of what she was doing. She looked at her fingers, which had strayed, then at the mirror, where the young man had fallen back on the bed, coated with a sheen of sweat.

Then, slowly, she smiled. This one just might be worth the effort.