Rainbow Comet Chapter 13

“Oh Brett, you set me on fire, far hotter than this fire fae has ever burned.”

Flynn

“Flynn, it’s too big. Wait…”

Brett’s voice is weak, trailing, but his resistance is strong to what I’m doing. What I’m trying to put inside him.

He thinks he can’t take it, but oh yes, he’s going to take it.

I know he can.

I push it closer, and he moans, his body going rigid.

“Flynn, I can’t,” he says. “It’s too wide. Too thick.”

“You can and will,” I say, so painfully hard I can’t think straight. “Every inch of it.”

“No way,” he whines, trying to push me away, but he’s helpless now. Utterly at my mercy, tired from the whipping, naked and in bed beneath me. And I will put it in if I want to.

He already agreed.

“Take it,” I say, shoving it at him again. He puts a hand up, trying weakly to push me away again, but I simply snap my fingers and bonds appear, silken and made of smoke, one of my fire abilities. They lash his hands back to the bed frame, above his head, leaving him helpless.

“I can’t,” he says. “Show mercy. It’s too damn big. It won’t fit.”

“It’ll fit,” I growl. “I’ll make it fit. You’ll just have to stretch for me.”

“Impossible,” he says, groaning. He struggles, but weakly. Gods, his body is beautiful. So big. All mine. So unable to stop me.

“Nothing is impossible, for the king of kings,” I say, grinning.

Then, I push it in, slowly, inch by inch, ignoring his resistance, his struggles.

When it’s fully in, he stares up at me, betrayal in his eyes as he slowly chews the huge piece of cake I just shoved in his mouth, his cheeks bulging adorably.

“Flynn, I won’t be able to move after this,” he says.

Looking over him, he might be right.

I suppose I did get a bit carried away, I think, looking at the plates scattered all around us. And I did leave a big piece for last.

But he’s dutifully swallowing it, and gives me a painful face as it moves down into his stomach.

Gods, he’s huge.

I was so turned on by him earlier. By what he did for me. It meant so much, to the young fire fae in me who had no one to stand up for him.

That he would go to war, will go to war.

That my gentle Brett would go so far for me.

And he was weakened, and hungry when we got back to the room. And so willing and submissive at first.

I couldn’t help myself. I got carried away.

He’s groaning now, moving side to side. “Flynn, why do you torture me? Do you hate me?” His voice is pitiful, but I know he’s being overly dramatic.

“Surely you’ve gone farther than this at a banquet.”

“That’s different,” he whines. “That’s magic.”

“Oh,” I say, frowning. Then I give him a wicked grin. “I suppose you’ll have to just lay there at my mercy, then.”

He stares up at me, flushing. “What else can I do?” He looks down at himself. “I’m huge.”

I flush, because such words only enflame me. I snap my hands and bonds appear, binding his legs to each post, pulling them apart.

His eyes widen as he looks up at me. “Wait, Flynn.”

“You took control last time,” I say with a grin. “Now it’s my turn, prince Boreas.”

His eyes roll back as my hand moves down, shoving his open robe aside and grabbing his hard length. Not as large as mine, but kingly all the same. I stroke it as he moans, seeming to forget his predicament as pure pleasure moves over his expression.

“Oh, Flynn.”

I release him and then palm myself, then slide a hand down toward his entrance.

His eyes fly open. “Wait, Flynn. No.”

I grin, positioning myself. I’m so hard, so ready. And he looks so helpless, so ready to to plundered. I’m going to ravish him till he screams. I can’t wait to be inside him.

“I’m serious,” he says, looking alarmed. “This time I mean it. There is no way that’s fitting.”

“It always fits,” I say, grinning wickedly, feeling fire light inside me. “Fire fae ability. I’ll show you.”

He squirms, but he’s too fat, full and tied to get away from me.

His hair is long and splayed, his face so beautiful I can’t stand it.

This powerful prince, this future king, this man who avenged me, all at my mercy.

I’ll make him feel amazing, I guarantee it.

I play at his entrance, feel his asshole flex against me.

“You came here naked. You knew this could happen. Now you’re helpless and at my control.”

His eyes roll back as I move a hand down to push one finger in, stretching him.

I grab lotion I brought and slowly work at his hole, making it relax.

He lets out a moan and it’s my undoing. There’s no stopping me now.

“I trust you, Flynn,” he says. “Just…don’t hurt me with that weapon of mass destruction.”

“The only thing I’ll destroy will be your hesitance to orgasm,” I say. “I’ll see you scream with pleasure, and then I’ll hold you all night.” I lean in to whisper in his ear, licking along the shell of it as I do. “Tell me it’s okay, Brett. Tell me you want it.”

He moans. “I do, Flynn. I can’t guarantee anything. But I do. I want you. Inside me.”

Gods, the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

I’ve fantasized, but the real thing is so different. His hole is so tight. His body so amazing. I’m in heaven, I almost feel like I'm going to pass out. But my dick knows what I’m doing, even when I’m too turned on to think straight.

I stretch him a little longer, playing with his hole until it accommodates two fingers, then three. I kiss over him, down his thighs and over his belly, making him relax, loving the downy hairs that tickle me as I do.

Gods he’s too gorgeous to be believed, and he was so sweet for me, letting me feed him far more than I know he was expecting.

Which only hastened my raging hard on. I’ve been leaking for hours.

“Oh Brett, you set me on fire, far hotter than this fire fae has ever burned,” I say, murmuring as I kiss his side again, stroking one hand in his hole and the other over his chest, belly and thighs as his muscles jump under his skin.

“Flynn, please—“

“Please what, oh great king?”

“Please, inside me,” he gasps out.

I sit up just slightly, hesitating just for a moment as my blood pounds in my ears. “Boreas, in all seriousness, is it okay if we do this? Did you talk to the court?”

He nods eagerly. “It’s fine. It’s you, so it’s fine. Let’s do this. I want to. I want to see…if it’s still possible.” He blinks long lashes at me, and the part of my heart that always holds back from people seems to tumble over a precipice at his next words. “I think with you…it might be.”

Gods, I might be in love.

I shake the thought away. It’s just bed talk.

But then, I position myself at his entrance and the stars seem to align. I feel fate moving around us. I swear it’s more than the lust that has been building all night.

I need him, I want him.

I groan and bury myself inside him, in one huge stroke.

“Flynn,” he gasps out, jerking side to side like he expects it to hurt. But then he relaxes, and lets out a little moan. “Oh gods, that feels amazing.”

I can feel his prostate, pressing against me. I know just where to stroke.

It’s my first time with a man, but somehow I know exactly what to do.

I move out, slowly but carefully, not all the way, my tip still in his hole. Then I push back in, brushing past his prostate.

He groans. “Flynn, no—“

I jerk up, consent imperative to me.

“I mean don’t stop, don’t go out. Sorry, delayed—“

I stroke again and his eyes roll back, and I could swear his eyes are actual auroras now. Like they are moving.

My magic man.

“You’re incredible, Flynn. You’re amazing,” he gasps out. I’m glad he’s tied, so he can’t get away, but he doesn’t seem to want to anymore. He’s just arching back, big, gorgeous body on display, and all mine.

I stroke in again, and he gasps, then moans. As I continue, his moans become heavier, nearly hysterical. I can feel his prostate swell and it makes me swell. Sweat fills the air and I go faster.

He nearly begins screaming.

“Flynn, it’s so strong!” He thrashes his head side to side, making his gorgeous hair shimmer. “I can’t. What is this? I can’t—“

“Can’t what, Boreas?” I ask, sounding more calm than I feel. Inside, I’m a hurricane. A tornado set on fire.

He’s everything, as his body clenches around me.

“Can’t…not come,” he says, almost with something like defeat.

And then his hole clenches around me, and I feel his prostate pulsing, and his dick shoots liquid into the air between us, smelling like sugar cookies and something much darker. So real.

This magic man is real after all.

I come right after him, pulsing inside him, the strongest orgasm of my life nearly breaking me inside, physically and emotionally, as I fall against him and let my seed shoot inside him.

Gods, I wish I could get him pregnant, I think.

Then I realize there could be real wishes, and change my wish.

I wish I could be the one to make him happy, forever, I think.

I never realized I was so softhearted.

I hold him as he cries out from the rest of his release, his orgasm truly surprisingly long.

When he’s finished and gasping, I untie him and lie over him, both of us utterly spent.

He utters words of love to me, intimacy I usually wouldn’t allow but can’t resist now, as he strokes my hair and kisses my head.

Things are going so fast between us. I barely know what is going on.

It seems like exactly what time needs.

It seems like exactly what we need.

We hold each other until Boreas falls into a deep sleep, snoring. I watch the moon above us for a moment from his bedroom window, and then I fall asleep as well, tucked under his arm, never having felt more safe or loved.

I don’t know how I’ve never felt more at home, when I’ve barely been here a day.

But somehow, that’s how I feel, and as I start to dream, I don’t question it.