Elegy for a Star

“Okay, just give me a second,” Mairaela sighed.

“I don’t know how many seconds we have,” Miren groaned, “Why is this such a big deal to you?”

“I don’t know, it’s like… symbolic?” Mairaela was on her knees, looking up at Miren, trying to avoid staring at the heavy cock just in front of her face. It twitched every now and then, causing Mairaela to inch her head back a little, “The Summer Court blowing the Winter Court, you know?”

“Okay, so first off,” Miren said, holding up a finger, “Just because you’ll be blowing me doesn’t mean you ‘are beneath me’ or that you ‘lost’ in a figurative sense.” Miren held up a second finger, “Second, I certainly doubt we’re the first to cross these Courtish boundaries in sexual affairs. Besides, I hardly represent the Winter Court. I’d likely be executed for abandoning post, if I were found again.”

Miren had a way with words, Mairaela knew, and that was a bit of a relief. Maybe she really wasn’t as sour toward the Summer Court as Mairaela was to the Winter Court. Was she being the cold one between the two of them? She suddenly felt a pang of remorse for all of the hurt she’d been raining down on her Wintery counterpart.

“You’re right,” Mairaela replied, nodding her head, “You’re absolutely right.” She looked back down at the hefty length hanging before her. Maybe it was an attempt to delay what she had to do, but she looked up and asked, “Don’t you want to sit down? Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?”

Miren just shook her head. “Let’s get to it,” she said, “I’m getting cold and I’m counting on you to warm me up a little.”

Mairaela sighed. Was she really going to do this? Gods, what would her parents think? What would Mormerilon think? He fought in the Court wars; lost friends to Frosters. He would be disappointed. What if this was all made up. What if Miren was lying? Plus, did the Winter Fey even want to? Did Mairaela want to? Kind of. Mairaela had to admit, it was a very tempting cock. She wanted to suck it just for the sake of loving to worship big dicks.

She looked it over, leaned forward, opened her mouth and… sat back. “What’s the matter?” Miren asked rather calmly and without impatience.

“Do you even want this?” Mairaela asked, looking up at Miren.

“It’s not what I expected to happen,” Miren replied, “But yeah, this is very exciting. Besides, I want to know what it feels like to cum with a dick, and I want to know what your tongue feels like.”

That last part built a little heat in her abdomen, and even she couldn’t hold back her smile. “Okay,” she replied, looking back down at what she was about to suck. She took a deep breath and leaned in.

Still mostly flaccid, Mairaela placed her hand around the base and held Miren’s sex up a little, taking some time to lick around her crown. It was so big, obscenely so, and that sole fact turned Mairaela on. She brought a hand up and cupped Miren’s heavy balls, giving those orbs a gentle rub. It was there that she found an interesting feeling: a pussy, just behind her testicles.

“Oh, you still have…”

“Get sucking,” Miren ordered. That pressure in her core built a little. Why did the Winter Fey ordering her around give her a thrill? It should be doing the opposite!

Miren reached out and placed a hand on the top of Mairaela’s head, “I’m getting really impatient, girl.” Miren hissed, “Start. Sucking. Now.”

Mairaela quivered and looked up at Miren, leaning forward and taking that half-mast cock into her mouth. She rose onto her knees, scooting in a little bit as she dipped her head a few inches onto Miri’s enormous length. Oh gods, it felt so good to have that thick, massive cock holstering itself into her mouth. She quivered. Maybe this wouldn’t be that hard after all, because Mairaela was certainly going to enjoy it. “Wait,” she thought, “Why am I enjoying it? This is a Winter Fey!”

Miren kept a hand on her head, guiding her along, but applying enough pressure that she couldn’t take her mouth away. That, too, sent a thrill through the Summer Fey. Gods, she was big. Impressively big. Incredibly big. Thick and heavy, and it was only getting fatter, swelling in her mouth, upon her tongue, and hardening like steel. Mairaela brought her hands up, wrapping them—as much as was possible—around the Winter Fey’s shaft, stroking what she couldn’t reach with her lips, which was considerable.

“Theeerre you go~...!” Miren purred, pushing on Mairaela’s head a little while she began to buck her hips. Mairaela could feel that incredible meat squeezing against the back of her throat. “I knew it. They really know how to suck cock in the western Courts.” She rocked her head back, pushing Mairaela’s head down on her length. The Summer Fey moaned, eyes going hazy and lidded, lips stretched for that huge dick that was filling her mouth and bulging her cheeks. Little strands of drool hung from her lips and Miren’s cock.

“Or,” Miren hummed with amusement, “Is it just you, Mairaela? Are you the best cocksucker in the Summer Court?” Mairaela’s eyes flitted upward, watching Miren with that smug smile looking down at her. Even as the agitation and feelings of indignity grew, so too did Mairaela’s eagerness to please. Just as she began to open her throat for Miren, the Winter Fey drew out of her mouth. Mairaela lay there on her knees, tongue out, wanting Miren’s cock back where it was, deep into its wet sheath.

“Not so fast, my little cocksleeve,” Miren whispered, “You need to earn that.” Miren held her cock at the base and slapped it against Mairaela’s face, measuring her own cock from Mairaela’s chin to her hairline, and with a few inches left to spare.

“Lick.”

Mairaela did as she was told, lapping at the underside of Miren’s cock, spreading spittle and saliva across those portions of Miren’s length that she couldn’t reach earlier.

Miren drew her length back, leaving Mairaela with her tongue out hungrily. Miren slapped the head of her cock down against Mairaela’s tongue. “Are you hungry for it?” Miren whispered, continuing to slap that fat dick onto Mairaela’s tongue, “Do you want it in your mouth again?”

“Aaah haa~..” Mairaela tried to say.

“I couldn’t hear that…” Miren circled the tip of her cock around the outline of Mairaela’s parted lips, spreading precum around the Summer Fey’s mouth, “Say it louder.”

“Aaah haa~! ‘Es ‘leeaase!”

“Good girl,” Miren whispered, replacing her cock where—if Mairaela had anything to say about it—it belonged. Why was it so exciting to have her sworn enemy taking such advantage of her open mouth? “Time to test out that throat, I think,” Miren whispered with some excitement in her tone. There was some excitement in the fact that Miren was enjoying this; that she was making Miren feel good. This was especially the case when Miren would buck her hips and Mairaela could imagine that the Winter Fey was just desperate for more.

She was somewhat terrified of the thought of taking Miren’s length into her throat. Gods, it was so thick. So heavy. There was just so much. At the same time, the thought excited her, and Mairaela could feel how wet she was between her legs. Maybe this trial wasn’t as impossible as she thought? Miren certainly knew how to push her buttons, in many senses of the phrase, and gods, Mairaela just loved a big cock. She never considered herself much of a size queen, but when you have a big, perfect cock right in front of you, why not enjoy it for what it is? Besides, Mairaela enjoyed worshiping cock as much as the next girl. Okay, well, maybe a little more than the next girl.

Her attention was brought back to the moment when Miren’s cock was banging on the gate into her throat. The Fey’s hands were on Mairaela’s head, pushing down, shoving her cock in deep, trying to wedge it into the poor Summer Fey’s throat.

“Yeeesss,” Mairaela thought, “Teach this Summer slut a lesson…”

Miren looked down at her with a wicked smirk, almost like she could hear Mairaela’s thoughts. What did her face look like to convey that?

Miren cooed, “You look ready, Mairaela. Gods, you look so ready. I can’t believe you doubted yourself. I haven’t even gone in your throat yet and you look ready to cum.”

Mairaela believed her. Gods, she was wet. Would she actually cum without even taking Miren into her throat, or feeling her mouth filled with cum? There was just something so degenerate and excitedly forbidden about sucking off the sworn enemy of her people. ”What a wild concept?” Mairaela thought.

“Here goes,” Miren whispered, pushing her hips forward with steady force on the back of Miaraela’s head, “Nice and easy.”