Seduction of Fae (R-18)

When he arrived in his chamber, he was taken aback by the sight of Sith lying defenselessly, naked, in his bed.

She was positioned on her side, her smooth back shamelessly exposed before him, her firm, inviting buttocks practically begging to be claimed.

Her posture was so vulnerable that Uther couldn't help but imagine the possibilities—he could take her from behind without a hint of single resistance from her.

The very thought set his body ablaze with lust.

His erection grew impossibly hard, and the urge to claim Sith here and now surged through him uncontrollably.

Perhaps it was the sound of his footsteps that stirred her, as she suddenly awoke, stretching her body upward.

Her graceful movements revealed her seductive armpits, and the faint scent of her sweat only intensified the lust burning within him.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he approached her without hesitation.

He seized her breasts roughly with his hands, groping them eagerly.

Yet, merely fondling her wasn't enough.

He needed more—he needed to taste her.

Driven by his thirst, he latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it fervently.

Sith's eyes met his as she caressed his hair, a tender gesture that felt foreign to Uther, who was so accustomed to her resistance.

"Hah... Are you surprised, perverted king?" she teased, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Any man with an ounce of common sense would question why I'm here naked, rather than jumping at the chance. I suppose I shouldn't judge you by common sense."

Her words did nothing to deter him.

Uther was beyond caring; all that mattered now was that she moan louder, like a wanton whore.

He was determined to assert his dominance over this arrogant fae, placing her beneath him in every way possible. Sith, noting his lack of verbal response, snorted softly, allowing the king to continue his frenzied fondling and sucking of her breasts.

It wasn't long before he pushed her onto the sheets, pressing his throbbing cock between her soft mounds.

"Ah... Yes... Ah..." she moaned, her voice dripping with seduction.

She willingly pressed her breasts together with her hands, sucking on her own nipple as she did so.

Her lewd cooperation did not go unnoticed by Uther; it only made him harder and more eager, spurring him to thrust even faster.

Minutes passed, and Uther finally released himself, spilling his seed onto her face.

But it wasn't over—not by a long shot. His erection showed no signs of softening.

Sith traced the cum on her face with a finger, licking it off seductively.

Then, with a sly smile, she placed her hand on his neck and whispered.

"Now, let's talk, pervert. This time, I want to be on top."

His erect cock throbbed with desire as he gazed at her face, still painted white with his dripping cum.

Her vulva lips eagerly ground against his shaft, moving with a newfound initiative that left him bewildered.

Everything that was happening raised more questions than answers—what had sparked this sudden eagerness and assertiveness in her?

Without giving him a chance to dwell on the question, she seized his cock with firm hands and guided it into her entrance.

No matter how many times he had tasted her pussy before, it was never enough. Uther's hunger for more.

This time, she flipped the roles and pushed him onto the sheets.

She mounted him slowly, riding his cock with a deliberate rhythm that teased him to the edge of madness.

But once she adapted to the size of his cock, she began riding him with a frantic pace, as if there were no tomorrow.

Her pussy clenched so tightly around him that Uther was filled with the overwhelming urge to throw her to the ground and pound her relentlessly until she couldn't walk.

But he resisted the temptation, allowing her to take control, relishing in the sight of her working for her own pleasure.

"So, why did you do that?" Uther asked, his voice rough with both curiosity and need.

"Do what, pervert?" Baobhan Sith teased back, her voice dripping with playful malice.

Just as she denied him the answer, she also denied him his release, halting her movements with a wicked smile.

Her teasing, however, pushed him past the point of patience.

Uther forcefully grabbed her and pinned her down on the sheets, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Don't test me, Sith," he growled.

He thrust into her pussy violently, his hands gripping her tightly.

His fingers then found their way to her mouth, pressing against her lips, making her lick them.

She moaned around his fingers, her cries of pleasure muffled by the relentless pounding of his cock in her pussy and the gagging sensation in her mouth.

Unable to contain the ecstasy any longer, she climaxed with shuddering intensity.

Uther, never one to back down, flipped her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind.

He suppressed her moans by shoving her face into the pillow, pushing her head deeper as he pounded her mercilessly.

Oddly enough, she offered no resistance to his rough treatment, submitting to his every whim with a strange, quiet acceptance.

As he felt his orgasm building, Uther finally released his seed inside her, filling her to the brim.

Exhausted but satisfied, he reached for the mineral water on the bedside table and gulped it down.

When he was done, he sat on the edge of the bed, his chest still heaving from exertion.

Baobhan Sith, now lazily napping in his bed, stared at him with a smug smirk, her body radiating the glistening sweat of sex.

"I suppose I already know what you're about to ask, pervert," she teased, her voice dripping with a sultry tone.

"Or are you craving to restlessly pound me again and turn me into your personal slut?" Her dirty words reignited the smoldering lust he had barely managed to contain.

The memory of their intense encounter began to surge back, setting his blood on fire.

But she wasn't finished provoking him.

She slowly slid her fingers down between her legs, teasing her entrance, and began masturbating in front of his eyes with deliberate, lewd movements.

The sight of the cum he had poured inside her pussy earlier, now dripping out as she played with herself, only heightened the eroticism of the act.

Her gaze locked onto his, burning with a lust that was impossible to misinterpret.

Her intentions were clear—she wanted more, and she wanted it now.

As if to escalate the tension further, she cupped one of her breasts, bringing it to her lips, and began sucking while her other hand continued to pleasure herself, sliding through the slick remnants of his earlier release.

The combination of her erotic movements and her unashamed exhibition made it nearly impossible for him to look away.

His eyes darkened with lust, his self-control hanging by a thread as he watched her indulge in her own desire.

Yet, even as his body responded to the temptation, beneath that lust-filled gaze was a fierce internal struggle.

Should he give in to the seductive allure of the Fae standing before him, surrendering completely to the primal lust she stirred within him?

Or should he prioritize the pressing matters at hand and stay focused on the business that required his attention above all else?

The answer, however, would have to wait until the next chapter.