Wildling

[🎶 Legendary – Bon Jovi.]

RAFEL SMELLED GISELLE NOVA IMPERIA before he actually saw her. It was the scent of a hill, filled with diverse flowers in full bloom, that swarmed up his nose as he maneuvered past a certain tall Cedar tree. It nearly made him blush, smelling her so open and out there for everyone within a one-mile radius.

"Told you he'd make it!" The Fey Queen welcomed Rafel with an arm wrapped into another Lady's. Both women were smiling.

Rafel recognized the other Lady as the Countess, Cordelia Penderghast. He looked around, seeking her husband.

"Your Majesty. My Lady." Rafel greeted.

The mortal realm's traditions were rubbing off on him. He behaved like an actual Gentleman now.

"We are so glad you could make it!" Giselle chirped in a syrupy voice.

Rafel nodded somberly, his mind going back to about a kilometer away where he had being forced to abandon his carriage since there was no more road to follow. He had left his driver with the horses and carriage, moving on into the Woods on foot by himself. It was the single marking—the shape of a crescent moon topped by a great branched tree, that he had spotted engraven into the bark of the first tree that had let him know he was in the right place.

Or at least, on the right track.

He had followed several other similar markings, all symbols of the Fey Wiccan lore to this very hidden location in the Woods. It was deep in the forest, only accessible by wings or by a damned good Tracker.

"I'm also glad I could make it." Rafel said, looking past the Queen to the other liberal souls gathered.

"He's funny." Cordelia laughed, patting her friend's hand.

There was no visible shelter of any kind in sight. But there were tents. It was a kind of camp. A boar hung off sturdy sticks over a fire, roasting. Long-haired Fae sat in a circle and traded stones in a game. A young girl and an older man were kissing feverishly by a tree. A pot steamed over a kindling fireplace.

Queen Giselle moved close to Rafel. She spoke softly. "Like what you see? Here, Your Grace, we can be free. There are no little birds listening in. No walls with ears. Here, in the forest, there is no boundary of wealth that separates us. No tide of conventional vows. No law of what should be. And against what shouldn't."

Rafel watched the Countess kiss at Giselle's neck.

"Here, my ravishing Earl, we do as we please."

Rafel nodded. Now he got it. It was simple.

They came here to fuck. Drink. And fuck again.

The Queen of Eldoria couldn't be seen hosting orgies at the Palace now, could she?

A girl with red dreads walked close to their group, handing over a small bundle to the Queen. Giselle collected, immediately pushing it out to Rafel.

"Here!"

Rafel narrowed his yellow eyes on the cloth she held out. It was a simple white tunic. He didn't like white. "Are you dressing me now, Your Majesty?"

"Please, humor me." Giselle touched a palm to his chest. "I only ever see you in black. Pleaaase..."

At her singing hum, Rafel deftly lifted his hands to his clothes. He pulled on both ends, ripping it cleanly at the middle, from seam to hem, right off his body. Then he stood a second, gloriously darkly naked.

"Wow!" The Countess stared openly.

Heads turned from the camp to spy on the tall endowed male and Giselle quickly handed over the tunic. You are mine, her movement seemed to say. Mine!

"So, what's the story there? I thought you have a slave for these things." Giselle enquired softly, her golden eyes trailing down to the ridge of hard flesh marking Rafel's groin.

"It's been a long morning," he replied.

"Well, we have to do something about it now. Don't we?"

All Rafel did was smile. Giselle smiled back, hers wider and flirty. She pulled her hand from Cordelia's and began walking down a trail that led a distance away from the main camp. The Countess briefly went back to fetch a jar of ale and Rafel followed the dance of Giselle's hips in her own silvery shawl until they came by an area dusted in golden-red leaves.

A large tent sat in its middle. The beams that held up the gilded curtains were high and big.

It was larger than the others. To the side, Griffins hopped and played on the forest floor.

"You see, Your Grace...there are no interruptions," said Giselle moving for Rafel until she was flush against his bigger self. Something about knowing she had nothing underneath the white billowy robe made the appeal lusher. She melded into the woody ambience. And when Rafel gazed down at her, the wind in her hair, she was transformed into her truest nature.

A faerie, wandering through the Fall trees, beautiful and animated.

Giselle leaned into Rafel's chest. "Are you going to keep staring—"

But he cut out her next words, when he grabbed her and shoved her into the nearest tree.

She giggled as his grasping arm slid up to her neck. His fingers curled around her throat. Rafel growled as she squirmed, her back to the tree, making her soft breasts bob underneath the white dress. It was translucent and he could make out the pink topped nipples pushing out through the material.

"Touch them, Earl." Giselle dared him with her eyes.

And Rafel ripped away at her dress, dragging the tatters down to her waist. He first groped her tits, which were heavy in arousal. When she moaned, rubbing into the tree's bark, he pinched her nipples, smacked her breasts around a few times, and choked her harder.

"Mhmm." Giselle moaned. And Rafel swiftly turned her around to face the tree.

He slapped her ass until the red of his palm was obvious through her white dress. Giselle pushed out her hips for more, bending at the waist and clawing at the tree bark. Rafel enveloped her with his huge frame, turning her head with a big callused palm to kiss her roughly.

"I smelled you the moment I walked out that treeline." He growled in her ear. "You smell like fucking peaches."

"Uhmm! I don't care how I smell." Giselle moaned, rubbing her ass into his groin. "I want your cock. I want it now. Please, don't tease. Mhmm, just let me grind on it like that. Take me anywhere you want. Can I taste you? I want to taste you..."

She moved her little hand behind to touch Rafel's dominant crouch pricking her. But he slapped it away.

"Who's your best friend?" He breathed down her neck.

"C–Cordelia, I guess," Giselle was panting, between the tree and Rafel's solid shadow. "Why?"

"Your release depends on how soon she can get here." Rafel rumbled in a wicked voice.

"Why?" Giselle shivered, asking again.

"—because I rarely fuck one woman."

Just then, the sound of leaves crunching on the forest floor entered their ears as the Countess, Cordelia Penderghast, cleared into view.

"I got the wine, babe—"

Seeing her friend in such subdued pose beneath a giant man brought a spot of pink to her cheeks. But Rafel didn't spare her a moment to blush. He knew she was married, but he didn't care.

"Come here." He commanded low.

When Cordelia took her time in walking slowly to him, he dragged her close. She bit on her lip to subdue her moan and he swiped the bottle of wine from her grasp. The jug hit the dirt but neither one of them bothered to look down at it. Turning Giselle around, Rafel drew her to him, kissing her hard and picking her up with one arm. And with the other, he grabbed Cordelia's wrist, pulling her behind them, straight for the tent.

Once under the grand military-style canopy, they took turns trading kisses.

Rafel pulled his cloak over his head. Giselle undressed Cordelia, her hands clutching to the firm tits on her friend once the loose gown was out of the way. She grasped at the brunette's full breasts, sucking the nipples into her mouth until Cordelia was arching into her face.

Rafel dragged her away, slamming Giselle's face down into the crimson bedding as he kissed Cordelia instead.

"Don't move!" He barked.

Giselle watched out the corner of her eyes as he put two of his fingers into Cordelia's mouth, ordering her to suck, and then coated with her friend's saliva, he slowly pushed them into her asshole.

"Oh fucking gods!" Giselle bucked up.

"Grab her wrists." Rafel commanded Cordelia who quickly took hold of Giselle's both arms, folding it back behind her as Rafel began fingerfucking her ass.

Every move and sound he made was utterly dominant.

"Such a fucking tight ass. You've never had anything up here, no? Your Majesty, huh?" He spanked her when she shook her head, quivering at the lewd wet sounds against her insides. "I thought as much," said Rafel. "This ass is mine now. You can have any lover you want loving up your pussy. But this, this is my fucking ass. Say it, wildling!"

"I–It's your fucking ass," she croaked, her forehead sweaty against the bedding.

Rafel looked to Cordelia who was staring with such potent lust at him.

"I see you licking your lips. You want this cock?"

She was just nodding when he dragged her head down to the thick bulb. Cordelia was a woman already crazy in lust, and just a musky taste of him spiked her to insanity. She choked herself on him, going down deeply and wheezing from his girthy length. Rafel had to pace her out so she wouldn't bruise her throat.

Cordelia gobbled him up as beneath them, Giselle was writhing from all the wanton sounds.

"Ahh...fuck!" Cordelia coughed when Rafel pulled her up by her damp brown hair, leaving a trail of sticky saliva from her lips to the swollen head of his erection.

He pulled his fingers from Giselle's ass and shoved it into Cordelia's open mouth.

At that moment, Giselle tried to rise but he slammed her back down on the bedding, spanking her for good measure.

"Kneel over your friend." Rafel spoke in a dark voice.

He watched Cordelia crawl and bend over Giselle, rubbing on her back with her slick body. Her breasts and belly met with Giselle's skin and the Queen beneath moaned and arched for her.

"Now, we fuck." Rafel thundered.

He slid first into Giselle, since she was the most needy. After a few thrusts, followed by her first squirting orgasm, he switched to Cordelia. He had to rise on his feet when taking the buxom Countess. The sexual sounds each woman made at the slapping of his cock was different. Echoes of passion that ascended up the trees and nature around them.

But when combined, it was some truly beautiful music.

Cordelia's own force of climax was overwhelming. She bit down on Giselle's neck, fucking the queen from behind with her own fingers, and forcing her to cum again for the second time with her. Their bodies were leaking sweat. The crimson bedding which held their throuple was soaked. Giselle no longer smelled of flowers. But of Rafel. And Cordelia.

"Yes, again. Ahh, fuck yes. Make me come again. Please make me come. Yes! With that hard fucking cock. Fuck my ass! Fuck it. Fuuccckkkk!"

Just as Rafel pounded into Giselle who was screaming out her third orgasm, he leaned down to lap at Cordelia's ass. Her hot taste coated his face as he sank into her fat pussy, whipping her with his tongue until she was riding his face, together with her friend who was riding his dick.

They both stiffened as one, their orgasms shattering their frames as they lifted an inch off the bedding, freezing a second in the air to shoot spurts of female pleasure behind on him.

He was awed at the synchrony of their climax.

They kept squirting. Moaning. Shivering. Rafel let them ride his big body as they willed. Giselle used his cock to her utmost ecstasy, calling his name over and over as she quivered in little sensitive jerks.

"Ohh, Rafel. You fuck so good. I knew it. I fucking knew it! I knew you'd be a good fuck. Fuck yes. I want that pussy juice all over your abs. Yes, that fucking cream. Gods! Look at your skin."

It was five long minutes before the women came down from their sexual high. They had been fucking for the better part of two hours. Rafel himself had cum jerking off to their twerking asses. His semen was splayed all over their behinds, from Cordelia's ripe fleshy waist, down to the glistening slit on Giselle.

The Fey Queen turned to see him all doused and gleaming in their cum. Squirting on the Earl had left him shiny and bronze. Giselle lay under the impressive arc of his cock, playfully licking at his balls and smiling post-coitus. Her friend, Cordelia, still desiring a taste of the virile Earl lay beside Giselle but drew up on her elbows to suck Rafel down to her throat, licking off their combined taste from the V wonder muscle-lining his narrow hips.

Rafel knelt on the bedding with a satisfied grin.

Each one of them had being fucked beyond words. He was a naked god above them. He looked down upon both supine women, admiring his handiwork for a moment before leaning to lay down on the bedding also.

He gathered them into his arms.

His eyes were closed when Giselle's lips brushed against the hollow of his throat.

"Have you ever fucked a Queen before?"

"No." Rafel replied.

He wasn't going to be an asshole and finish his statement, because what ended it was along the lines of, 'But I've fucked a Goddess.'

It was true. Fucking a Fey Queen?

Whew!

Lilith would be proud.

Even as a soothing sleep claimed him, the refreshing gale of the forest wafting in to cool their bodies, Rafel could almost see Uncle Lucifer's pale arm, outstretched and patting his shoulder in pride.

'Attaboy! You've done Hel proud.'