1. Skittles


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

    I’d been so engrossed in watching the girl that I hadn’t noticed her approach. The moment the ball touched my flesh, it began to vibrate, gently at first, tickling gently, and then, slowly building. “The longer it’s inside her pretty little pussy, the more intense, Franklin. It’s fun to watch her come until she passes out. Almost as much fun as to watch it take her to the brink and….” Ivy muttered something in fairy. An incantation, perhaps, or simply a command. I watched as the ball popped out of the girl, glistening with moisture and roll back to Ivy, coming to a halt at her feet. “No, please, I haven’t come all evening,” she pleaded, her expression desperate. “Exquisite, no? This is our third game of five. By the fifth, she’ll be willing to do anything I ask of her. Would you care to play a round?” I swallowed, shaking my head, not trusting my words. I was here to rescue the girl, although, by the looks of things, she wouldn’t exactly be pleased about that. Still, I had a job to do. Tearing my eyes from her jutting nipples and quivering breasts and the drool that was sliding from the corners of her pretty little mouth, a mouth that would have felt wonderful wrapped around my cock, I went with the direct approach. “Her sister wants her back, Ivy. That’s why I’m here.” “To spoil our fun, you mean?” she pouted, her eyes gazing toward Oliva, and then up at mine. I felt myself getting lost in deep pools of lavender. Like all fairies, she had huge, luminous eyes that you could ...
    drown in. Lavender, however, was a rarity, even among the fey. “Yeah, that’s me. You know how much I hate seeing anyone having a good time.” “She begged me to take part, you know. I let her watch and afterwards, she begged me to let her be the peg-girl. She doesn’t need rescuing. She doesn’t want rescuing.” “Ivy. It’s business. You know how it is.” She let loose a sound somewhere between a sigh and a giggle as she stretched herself up on tip-toe and planted a kiss on my chin. “Make you a deal, Franklin. One round. Winner gets the girl.” “I’m not leaving without her, Ivy. You know I can’t.” This time, her voice was a whisper, so quiet that I knew it was for my ears only. “I’ll even go easy on you, big boy, but only if you play by my rules. Deal?” I filled my lungs and let the air out slowly. Deals with Ivy were never what they seemed. She had an angle going, if I could figure it out. Thing is, she never went back on her word. She’d as good as promised me that, if I played her way, I could deliver Olivia back to her sister this very night. Seemed like a no-brainer, quite frankly. “Deal.” “My rules?” “Yeah, your rules,” I sighed, feeling uncomfortably like I was missing something here. Turns out, I was. Ivy’s rules weren’t exactly traditional. Trust me, it’s difficult to concentrate on hitting a small ball while being distracted such as I was. Before we even started, she’d sent Pinkwell to fetch the hot little number from the coat check station. Without ceremony, she stripped ...
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