Emily and Cooper look confused, like they've been suddenly awoken from a deep sleep. Spiraling from beneath Emily's hair is a pair of dark antlers, which her hand keeps reaching up to touch as though they've sprouted out of nowhere. Cooper takes in the scene with slack-jawed disbelief. Something snaps into place in my mind as I take in the sight of them, and the spell of devotion I've been under shatters.
I realize then how I must look. On my knees, the king's cock shining with my spit.
My breath comes out shaky. "Please," I say, and I'm surprised by the desperation in my own voice. "Please, let them go. I'll give you anything."
Raya laughs. "Oh, the little mortal wants to trade," she says, "How precious. And what is it you're offering in return?"
"Anything," I repeat, unable to stop the words spilling from my lips, "Whatever you need. In return for their safe passage out of here." Stupid. I'm so terribly stupid, but there's no other choice.
"Lily, no!" Emily exclaims, "Have you never read a book? You can't bargain with fairies!"
"Silence," Thalion says. His voice is quiet, yet commanding. Emily's mouth snaps shut instantly, although she looks like she was going to say more.
"You would offer us... anything? Anything at all, for these mortals?" Raya's smile is sharp, all teeth. "What do you think, darling?"
Thalion strokes a hand down the side of my face. He takes a handful of my hair and twists. A pained gasp escapes my lips, and I look up at him, trying to discern his expression. "Please," I whisper.
"Very well, then," he says, a hint of amusement in his tone, "Before we were so rudely interrupted, you were showing quite the talent for cock-sucking. It would please me greatly if you could show the same skills to our friend Silvas. If you can bring him to completion, by whatever means necessary, then both you and your friends will be free to go."
A cold wave of dread washes over me, although the request is no different from what I've just done. My eyes flicker over to Silvas. The fairy's silver eyes are gleaming, and the ghost of a smirk is playing across his lips. He raises an eyebrow in challenge. My cheeks flush, and I can't hold his gaze.
"And if I don't?"
"Then we'll keep you, and your friends will remain guests here for the rest of their lives. Or perhaps even longer. Perhaps we'll make them servants, like you. That might suit them well. They'd be together, at least, and we can be very generous hosts."
I look back at my friends, the desperate confusion wrought across both their faces. This seems like a small price to pay for their lives. My humiliation for their freedom. I almost laugh at the absurdity. How have we possibly gotten into this situation?
"Lily-" Cooper starts, his voice rough.
"It's okay," I tell him, trying to sound reassuring. I hide trembling hands behind my back. "I accept your conditions," I say to Thalion, summoning a bravado that I don't have. He smiles. Raya looks like she wants to say something, but she sinks back into her seat and watches instead.
Silvas steps closer to the throne, the front of his trousers straining, expectant. I'm too embarrassed to look anywhere but at the ground, knowing everyone is watching this. Now that Thalion's spell is broken, I'm all too aware of what's happening.
When I don't move immediately, he laughs. "Come now, pet, I thought you were eager to get on your knees."
I flush at the insinuation. And worse, the fact that he can't lie. He takes yet another step closer to me, until we're only inches apart. "Do you need some encouragement?" Silvas asks in a low voice, leaning down to my ear.
He presses himself still closer to me, the heat of him overwhelming, and then his lips are on mine, and I melt into his embrace. I can't help but kiss him back, my lips parting. He's a good kisser, and the only thing that feels solid and real right now. He tastes sweet, citrusy. Soft hands roam my body, cupping my ass, squeezing the soft flesh of my thighs. He bites down on my bottom lip. When I make a small sound, he smiles into the kiss.
I reach out tentatively and place a hand on his chest. I can feel his lean muscles through the thin shirt. He covers my hand with his and guides it lower, until I'm palming his hardening cock. He moves my hand up and down, guiding me to stroke his cock through the fabric.
For some reason, I find myself responding to his attention. It's almost enough to make me forget we have an audience. Almost.
Silvas breaks the kiss and trails his lips across my neck. "This is your last chance, mortal," he says, brushing my ear. His voice is a low whisper, barely audible. "If you wish to leave, we can come up with some other way."
I'm momentarily thrown by his offer. "You don't think this will work?" I respond in the same low tone.
"I'm not sure, but I don't think so."