1. Skittles


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    “Only yours, Chase. Only yours.” He did his best not to chuckle. This was the second time in my career that I’d been invited into Ivy’s private rose gardens. They could only be described as tasteful, especially compared to the rest of the place. I should amend that. The garden itself was almost prim and proper. What was going on, however… Within the tall stone wall, were carefully place rose hedges, an immaculately manicured lawn, and a patio, set with pristine furniture that spoke of high tea. When I entered, Ivy and some guests, none of whom registered in my head, were involved in the most decadent game of croquet imaginable. I felt my jaw tighten the closer I got. I should mention that Ivy, as well as being the shrewdest fairy I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, was also among the most beautiful and definitely the most decadent, and let me tell you, fairies were a decadent lot. She was dressed in a gown that seemed to be stitched together starlight and that left very little to the imagination. While that drew my gaze, initially, it was the peg, or rather, the girl tied to the peg that held my attention. Although no one could hold a candle to Ivy, for a human, she gave her a good run, especially posed naked, hands behind her back and tied to the wooden peg, while her legs were spread wide, held that way by metal wickets trapping her ankles. “Well, Damn,” I muttered under my breath, recognizing Valentine’s younger sister Olivia staked out like a prize in the middle of the ...
    lawn. Finding her had been easy. Discovering that she was, at least for now, Ivy’s personal toy, however, might complicate things. I almost bumped into Pinkwell when he came to a halt. “Wait and watch. She doesn’t like to be disturbed in the middle of a game.” I had no other choice. I waited and watched as Ivy and her guests maneuvered their balls with precision through the wickets, their smiles turning wicked every time they turned their gaze on the girl who was whimpering with what sounded like anticipation. Finally, Ivy lined up a shot with one of the balls. They weren’t the large wooden one I was used to seeing. These were smaller, about the size of a ripe plum and they seemed to shimmer against the backdrop of the lawn. The garden was strangely quiet, the sounds of the party within well muted, as she give the ball a soft whack, sending it rolling between the shapely legs of Miss Olivia Day and into her parted lips. I felt a little dirty, but it was impossible not to have to adjust myself covertly at the sight. “Oh, god,” she murmured, shaking her head from side to side. I was close enough to see her eyes roll slightly back as she began to tremble all over and then writhe against her bonds, moaning louder and louder. She was magnificent. I felt myself grow hard as she began to shake, her head lulling back, mouth agape, clearly on the verge of orgasm. “You like my new toy?” Ivy asked, gripping my wrist gently so that she could drop on of the balls into the palm of my hand. ...
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