Lira And Brannagh

Brannagh reveled with his followers. It was the harvest festival, and he watched as the humans got drunk and indulged in carnal delights.

He sat back and drank deeply from his cup, content to watch as a male follower serviced his cock. His followers had created a crude temple in the woods for him, close to his cave.

Brannagh sighed and put his hand on the man's head and started fucking his mouth. This was one of his favorite things with any follower. He enjoyed watching his large member disappear down a delicate humans throat. Most gagged at his length and girth, which just made it all the more enticing.

The man sucking Brannagh's cock moaned as he was being fucked from behind by another follower. Brannagh smiled and closed his eyes. He loved when the humans fucked. Though his favorite were always the women and their cunts, he did enjoy the men as well.

His breathing quickened as the human sped up and desperately shoved Brannagh's cock into his mouth. He would cum soon, and this man loved swallowing. Faster Brannagh shoved his cock into the willing throat, and in just a few more strokes, he orgasmed. He grunted as he unloaded into the wide open mouth and heard the other human, the one fucking the cocksucker, cum as well.

After he was finished, he slowly pulled out. The rest of the congregation cheered, happy that their god had enjoyed himself. Brannagh's skin shown a dark, tanned light. The gathered continued their indulgence.

Brannagh stood up, finished his drink, and wanting to stretch his legs, walked away from the clearing. He didn't need to be there for the rest of the night. After the beginning ritual, he was connected to each of the humans. Every time they got drunk and orgasmed, he would grow in power. It would stay like that for the rest of the night, until they were so exhausted they all fell asleep.

The sounds of pleasure started to die away as he walked into the deep forest under the light of the full moon. He was Fae, so seeing in the dark was easy for him. He navigated by the faint aura the trees gave off. He was headed towards the small stream close by to wash himself.

Ahead of him, he saw a faint light that he knew were will o' the wisps. He wondered what mortal had gotten caught tonight, and was following them to their doom. But faintly, he heard singing. A mortal would not sing when caught by will o' the wisps. Cautiously and quietly he crept forward to the blue lights. He whispered a spell to shroud himself in the shadows and stood behind an ash tree. The singing was beautiful, and ethereal. He knew another Fae was ahead of him.

He peered around the tree and saw a sight that took his breath away, and made him want the Fae he saw.

The other Fae sat under an oak tree, with will o' the wisps around them. Their hair was shorter than their ears, and looked like it was spun from forget-me-nots. They were singing to the wee folk, tiny winged fae flittered about them. Their skin was the white of the moon, and Brannagh noticed the small red horns on their head and the pointed ears, which told him they were mixed.

He noticed they had large gold and orange wings. He was captivated. The fae wore a gauzy, orange, off shoulder dress. They sang about the rivers, and the forest, and how the moon glowed in the night. Brannagh crept closer, forgetting about his followers and wanting only this fae.

He stepped on a branch and cursed himself as it echoed and the will o' the wisps and wee folk hid in the oak tree. The fae stopped singing and bolted upright and pressed their back against the tree.

"Who's there?" The fae asked, frightened. They hadn't thought anyone would discover them this late.

"Fear not, I am a fellow fair folk." Brannagh dropped the spell and walked into the moonlight. "I saw will o' the wisps and thought a mortal was being caught. Then I heard singing and came to investigate."

The fae stared at Brannagh. They noticed he had golden brown hair to his chin with soft waves and a beard, carefully trimmed. His aura felt different.

"You are of the dark courts!" The sing song voice choked out, as they hid behind the oak tree. The wee folk disappeared and very quickly the will o' the wisps went out and left everything in shadows and moonlight.

"That I am!" Brannagh chuckled. "I am called Brannagh. And who might you be?" The fae started at his asking.

"You are Unseelie. I've been warned about your kind!" The fae stuck their head around the trunk and Brannagh saw one determined eye.

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Brannagh laughed heartily as the fae shivered. "Keep your powers to yourself!"

"I'm truly sorry. Tonight is the harvest moon, and my followers have been worshipping me this night. I cannot help that my power is upon me."

The fae peeked out from behind the tree again and cautiously stepped forward, still clinging to the trunk.

"You are one who is worshipped?"

"That I am. And we Unseelie are not all bad." Brannagh took a few steps closer to the fae. "Now, I've introduced myself and you know my clan. It would please me greatly if you told me yours." His voice lowered a bit and the fae felt things tighten in their Body.

"I am Lira, and Seelie." Lira stepped a bit further from the tree until only their hand was left on it.

Brannagh noticed that the dress clung to Lira's body, showing their more than generous breasts, and subtly the outline of their cunt. Under his trousers he felt himself stirring. Lira was beautiful and he wanted them.

"You are very beautiful, Lira. I am sorry I scared you." He took another few steps forward. He flirted with anyone and anything, but he had never been with one from the shining court.

"Thank you, Brannagh." Lira said as they finally let go of the tree. Lira found themself attracted and inquisitive about Brannagh. They knew it was partly his powers, but Brannagh was more handsome than others of the Seelie court.

"Do you come out in these woods and sing often, Lira?" He walked a bit further, and stopped just short of two feet away from Lira.

Lira heard their name and Brannagh made it sound sweet and intoxicating. Like biting into a lovely, ripe fruit in the height of summer. They found themselves drawn to him, and started to close the distance between them.

"Occasionally I come and sing. I've never met another soul out here before." Brannagh noticed Lira's wings seemed to breathe with them.

"So, tell me," Brannagh dropped his voice as he closed the distance between them. "What sort of delights does the shining court have on offer?" Lira looked up at him, and Brannagh noticed how their head came to his shoulders.

"I came to get away from how stifling that court is." Brannagh held his breath as he looked into Lira's eyes. They were emerald ringed with the blue of autumn skies.

"Your eyes are truly wondrous. I have not seen eyes like yours in my court." He reached out his hand and cupped it under Lira's chin as they looked down, and gently kept their gaze on his.

"Your eyes are beautiful as well, my Lord." Brannagh smiled and Lira felt their heart quicken and heat flood their body. Lira reached out and steadied themself by putting their hands on Brannagh's arms. An instant jolt of power ran through Lira, making them wet and weak. Lira was not a powerful fae, and Brannagh was a god.

Brannagh's eyes began to shine, a molten gold surrounded by the blue of the river in winter. Lira moved their hands up Brannagh's arms to his shoulders. He was built larger than most fae, and felt so right in Lira's hands.

"You are be-spelling me, Brannagh." Lira sighed as Brannagh wrapped his arms around their waist.

"You are welcome to leave right now, dear Lira. I am not in the business of capturing unwilling fae." Their foreheads met and Lira put their arms around his neck.

"I am not a powerful fae, and you feel intoxicating." Lira breathed out.

"Shall I kiss you, so you may feel more of my power?" Brannagh said this against Lira's lips. Lira nodded their head.

"Yes. Please." Brannagh pressed his lips to Lira's. He pushed just a tiny bit of his power into them, enough to make Lira's legs go weak.

Lira gasped and held Brannagh tighter as he kissed them deeper. Brannagh held Lira up and was careful with their wings. He wanted to take Lira's dress off, but realized it would be difficult with their wings. He broke the kiss and heard Lira whimper.

"I do not wish to harm your wings. I have not been with winged folk." Lira perked up.

"Oh, that is easy, my Lord." In one moment, Lira had wings, and in the next they were gone. "They become a tattoo, when I do not need them." Lira stepped back and turned to face away from him.

Brannagh noticed the faint pattern of Lira's wings through the orange, and admired how soft and smooth their skin on their neck looked. He grabbed Lira's shoulders and put his mouth on their neck and bit softly.

Lira gasped and closed their eyes. Lira felt Brannagh's hands push down the dress until their breasts were bare. Lira moaned as he cupped them and pinched their nipples slightly. Lira pressed their back into him and felt him through his trousers, hard and ready.

Brannagh growled low, and bit Lira harder until they cried out. Lira's hands grabbed the front of his trousers and stroked his member through the fabric. Brannagh pulled them closer and pulled their breasts roughly.

Lira's legs started to give out with Brannagh's ministrations and mouth on their neck. He let up and just lightly licked their neck. Lira shuddered and was breathing heavily. In one quick gesture, Brannagh slid the flimsy fabric off Lira's body and turned them to face him. He walked Lira back until their back hit the oak, and his mouth was suddenly on theirs. Lira's hand entwined in his soft hair, while the other wrapped around his waist.

He roughly shoved Lira's legs open and found their clit and started to circle it. Lira moaned into his mouth as he sent a bit more of his power through them, making Lira wetter. He was in ecstasy, devouring Lira's moans with his mouth. They tasted sweet, like a good mead. And he wanted all that Lira had to offer.

Lira reached down and started to take Brannagh's shirt off. He broke from the kiss and touching them as Lira lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. Lira marveled at the amount of hair there was on Brannagh. Seelie men seldom had hair, and Brannagh's was thick and though course, felt amazing under their fingers.

Brannagh reached down to untie his trousers and pulled away from Lira as he took them off. Lira couldn't help but stare at his cock, standing straight forward, surrounded by more hair. Lira took his cock in their hand and stroked it. Brannagh put his head back and grabbed Lira's arms and moaned.

"Your mouth tastes sweet, and your hand feels good. What other delights are in store for me tonight?" Brannagh said as he took Lira's head in his hand and kissed them Again.

Lira pulled away and smiled shyly.

"Well, Brannagh. I have been told I'm a very good cocksucker. But I think your hands need to be touching me as I do it." Lira pulled him down to the ground.

"I think that can be arranged." Brannagh pressed Lira to the ground and climbed on top, facing his head towards their cunt.

When Lira's mouth enclosed his cock, he pulled open their legs and pressed his mouth to their clit. He felt Lira sigh as they pulled his member deeper into their throat. Licking them softly, he lightly pressed a finger into their folds. Lira's mouth went deeper on his cock and their hips rose to meet his fingers.

The sensations washed over Lira as Brannagh slid a finger in their cunt and gently bit their clit. Lira moaned around his cock and Brannagh was encouraged to slide a second finger inside. Lira's cunt was exquisite. Brannagh could feel the warmth radiating from them, and loved the feel of their cunt contracting in pleasure. Brannagh started moving his cock in and out of Lira's throat. Already he marveled at how much Lira had gotten down their throat in such a short amount of time. Normally mortals had to work up to taking him. But he was pleased with the other fae. Brannagh moaned as he thrust deeper than before and tried to ease a third finger in Lira's cunt. He saw their legs open wider to accommodate the digit, and Lira's hips continued to buck.

Soon, they were lost in a frenzy. Brannagh continued fucking Lira's face as his fingers dove slickly in and out of their tight cunt. The moans that Lira gave, and the way they moved under him made him more animalistic. No human could have endured this much of his cock.

Lira's hips started to buck wildly and Brannagh smiled.

"You sound so good little one. Are you close?" All he got back in reply was a very muffled affirmation. A few seconds later, Lira came and he felt their cunt clench and unclench around his fingers, nearly driving them out. But he was strong and shoved the fingers in deeper to push Lira over the edge again.

Lira shuddered as they came, awash in a glow of moonlight from their skin and closed their lips over Brannagh's cock. In the afterglow, Lira tapped lightly on his thigh, and he started to slowly pull out of their mouth. Lira breathed heavily.

Lira slipped out from under Brannagh as he kneeled up, and they sat staring at each Other.

"That felt amazing." Lira said.

"Oh dear Lira, that was only a taste of what I can give you." Lira closed the distance between them on their knees and wrapped their arm around his neck and placed their hand on his cheek.

"Please, my Lord Brannagh. Let me taste more."