Elegy for a Star

“Uuhn~..” Miren groaned, holding onto the back of Mairaela’s head and urging her hips forward. She couldn’t help but smile. Despite everything she had said to convince Mairaela to get on with the task, she enjoyed the thought that she was putting the Summer Fey in her place. This would be for all of those snide comments, for all of those times Mairaela sabotaged what would have otherwise been a peaceful interaction. This would be for how much suspicion the Summer Fey laid upon Miren, making her job all the more difficult. This was going to be quite cathartic.

Mairaela’s big, green eyes were looking up at her when Miren could feel the head of her cock pressing against the back of the Summer Fey’s throat. A smirk grew upon her lips as she looked back down, capturing her gaze. “Relax your throat,” Miren coached, able to feel the slight softening of that barrier in front of her, “Good girl.” Mairaela’s eyes grew more lidded, which sent a thrill through the Winter Fey. How easy it was to melt her.

“Swallow,” Miren ordered, slowly rocking her hips, wiggling them side to side and squeezing her cock up against Mairaela’s throat. There was of course some gagging, but Mairaela was a champ and kept to it, and one of those pushes and one of those gulps lined up just right for Miren to push into her throat. “Uu-uhnn~..!” Miren moaned, closing her eyes and rocking her head back. She had to stuff her length forward as Mairaela’s throat fought to either push Miren’s cock back or bring it lower. It didn’t care which, but Miren could feel those strong, ringed muscles squeezing at Miren’s dick.

Miren built up a pace, strong hips working to squeeze her dick in and out of Mairaela’s throat. The sounds grew louder, with wet squishes and gasps for breath. “Glrk grk-..koff.. Gluk glrk~..” Mairaela’s mouth quickly became a mess, with precum and drool hanging down from her chin and lips. Miren propped her hips up a little higher, pulling Mairaela’s head between her legs so that the Winter Fey could thrust downward to urge herself into Mairaela’s throat at an easier angle. The Summer Fey seemed to appreciate it too, judging by the quivering in her body and the spasmic gulps that squeezed Miren’s cock so pleasantly.

She hadn’t even considered the trial’s goal since the start of this, only concerned with her own orgasm, not Mairaela’s. All at once, Miren squeezed her hips forward, holding onto Mairaela’s head with both hands. She had to wedge herself up close, driving the Summer Fey’s nose against Mire’s pubic region. The Winter Fey bit her lip, trying to suppress the big smile she wore. Gods, this felt good. Mairaela was talented. It was a common thought amongst the Court that Summer Fey were all horny sluts and Mairaela’s ability to throat such an enormous cock really supported that stereotyping. “Stay there~..” Miren hissed, grinding her pelvis up against Mairaela’s face.

It came as a bit of a surprise when Miren could feel Mairaela’s tongue lapping at her balls, despite the cock buried in her throat. It was a clumsy lick at best—what could she expect from someone running out of air—but gods did it feel good. Just the thought that Mairaela was so desperate that she would go the extra mile to get Miren to cum was a hot concept in and of itself.

Miren noticed Mairaela’s spasming. The hitching of her shoulders and the way her eyes strained. She released her hold on the back of Mairaela’s head and let the Summer Fey’s throat slowly squeeze her out like a tight sleeve. When Mairaela’s had an open airway she coughed and gasped, panting past the little bridges of spittle that still connected her lips to Miren’s dick. Miren cleaned her cock of some of that spit by slapping her cock against Mairaela’s cheeks. “Good girl,” she purred.

Miren stroked herself, working out a dollop of precum which she spread upon Mairaela’s lips in a circular fashion, “Do you like my cream?”

Mairaela nodded dizzily.

“Do you want more of it?”

Another nod.

“Do you promise to not waste a drop?”

Mairaela licked her lips and nodded vigorously. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke up, “I want to swallow it all.” She sounded drunk, hazy with a higher, girlish tone in her voice. What a sweetheart; what a Summer slut.

“You’re going to have to do better, then,” Miren insisted, “What you’re doing is novice work in the Winter Court. If you did this in Syln Caelora, they’d make you the breeding stock of a noble family until you learned to suck a cock properly.”

Of course, this wasn’t a thing, but Mairaela didn’t know that. Besides, it was kind of hot to Miren, too. And judging by Mairaela’s positive response—a little moan— it was a win-win.

“I’ll do better,” Mairaela gasped, still catching her breath, and Miren nodded her head.

“Let’s see it, then,” Miren replied.

This continued for some time, Mairaela sucking away while being bombarded with Miren’s humiliating comments. After a while, Miren was wondering why she hadn’t cum yet. Mairaela was so good at this and it felt incredible, but Miren couldn’t even sense the hint of an outcome approaching. Is it possible that Miren was incapable of cumming until Mairaela did? What a cruel concept. Filling this Fey’s belly with hot cream would surely send her over the edge.

“Up on your hands and knees,” Miren barked, and without taking her mouth off of Miren’s dripping length, Mairaela obeyed. The Winter Fey bent forward, keeping enough room for Mairaela to continue sucking and bobbing her head, but she reached out and took hold of that tail plug stuffed into Mairaela’s ass. Miren gave it a couple little tugs. Mairaela moaned, stifled by the way Miren’s dick filled her mouth entirely.

Miren smirked. “You know,” she whispered, watching as Mairaela canted her hips to lift her ass and offer that tail plug to Miren for more pulls, “Maybe we won’t have to leave from the Trial right away. We could take our time here. Maybe we can see how much I can fit right here,” Miren gave the tail a little tug once more, stimulating the Summer Fey’s asshole and causing her thighs to quiver and quake. When Miren began to fist the tail and urge it around in circles, stretching Mairaela’s sensitive butt, the Summer Fey lost all control.

Miren could see the arousal leaking down Mairaela’s inner thighs, feel the way her throat was squeezing down on Miren’s length, and feel the tensing constriction of Mairaela’s body on that butt plug. Just as she was undergoing her own orgasm, Miren felt a dam breaking for her own, and all of that edged pleasure threw her over the line immediately. She gasped, knees buckling, and shot after shot of Winter Fey cum poured into Mairaela’s mouth, throat, stomach. Each shot must’ve been a mouthful, Miren could only assume, judging by how quickly Mairaela tried to swallow.

“Keep–.. Nh~.. keep going..!” Miren whined, urging Mairaela to continue her bobbing, continue her sucking, working out every rope, every gush, every droplet of cum into the Summer Fey’s mouth.

“Oh, wow,” came a familiar voice.

Miren opened her eyes, finding herself completely dressed. Mairaela was on her hands and knees in front of her, similarly dressed—though a lot could be said about how scantily the void had dressed her—with her mouth wide open toward Miren’s crotch. There was no cock there anymore. Miren could feel her legs still shaky. They were back in the tower, with no sign of their trial in sight.

“Guess we know what your challenge was, huh?” Gwen laughed, “So you two made up?”