28. Lily

Iwas horrified when I first walked in. Not by the décor—which was all dark maroon and gold brocade and looked kind of like an old-timey bordello. But by the fact that both Krynn and Seldarin were strapped down in what looked like torture devices.

"What did you do to them?" I demanded, running forward. On closer inspection, the devices they were in looked a little bit like dentist's chairs. Well, if a dentist's chair had leather straps on the arms and across the footrest at the bottom to hold the patient in place. These must be the "Quenching chairs."

Both Sel and Krynn were strapped into these chairs, which were semi-reclined. The guys were shirtless and someone had opened both their trousers, which meant that both of their cocks were out and on display.

"Sel! Krynn!" I came to stand between the two chairs, looking down at them.

"Hello, Princess." Sel looked up at me, his bronze eyes glowing with a mixture of emotions I couldn't name. Maybe lust mixed with reluctance? "You look beautiful," he growled softly.

Krynn, on the other hand, wasn't reluctant at all.

"My Lady," he breathed, looking up at me, his green eyes drowsy with lust. "I am ready to serve you in any way you deem necessary." And turning his head, he bared the side of his throat for me invitingly.

"You can stop that, because I'm not…not going to…" My words trailed off and I found that—to my horror—I was studying the vein on Krynn's neck. It was just under the surface and I could almost see it pulsing. Not only that, I could smell it—the sweet, coppery, metallic scent must be the blood pumping through his vessels. But how was I suddenly so attuned to it?

"Princess, come here! Stop it—bite me first!" Seldarin's deep voice broke my concentration and called me from my rapt contemplation of Krynn's neck.

"Hmm?" I took a step closer to the big Fae. "What are you saying?"

"I'm asking you to bite me first," he said urgently.

"But why?" I frowned. "Is it because you're worried about him?"

"That's part of it," he admitted. "You don't understand—Krynn's a Sin Eater—he feels the pain of others he's close to, so right now he's probably feeling your Thirst. He's also very close to the end of his Needing cycle—those two together are a lethal combination!"

I shook my head.

"I still don't understand."

"It's going to make him too willing—even eager to give you everything he has," Sel explained. "The pain your fangs cause and the Thirst you feel will make him want you even more—he'll need to submit to you. He won't tell you to stop, no matter how close to death you bring him."

"I don't want to hurt him!" I exclaimed, but my throat was like a desert. "God, Sel—I don't want to hurt either one of you!"

"I know you don't, but you have to—you need to drink," he told me. "Come take my vein, Princess. I don't have the Needing and I'm not a Sin Eater—I'll be able to tell you if you take too much of my blood."

"I don't want to take any at all!" I protested, but I realized that was no longer strictly true. I could see a vein in Seldarin's thick neck as well—it seemed to stand out to me, pulsing and throbbing with his life's essence…calling to me…begging me to sink my fangs in deep…

No!

I turned my head, deliberately not looking at his throat anymore. But that left me staring at his cock, which was standing at attention. My eyes went wide as I studied it. It was so big! Seriously, like nothing I'd ever seen outside of the porn I'd caught my ex watching on several occasions. It put me in mind of the spicy romances I liked to read, where the author always described the hero's equipment as being "as long as her forearm."

Well, Sel wasn't quite that big but he was close. And he was thick too—I'm talking a regular beer can. I had never seen such length and girth combined before—it was fascinating and a little scary. The head looked unusual too—it came to a kind of soft point rather than being a rounded cap.

"Holy crap!" I muttered under my breath, staring at it. "Are all Fae hung like horses?"

"That's the Orc part of me, Princess," Sel answered my question, though it had been mostly rhetorical. "It's why I'm so big—though Dark Fae aren't usually small," he added dryly.

"But…how in the world do you use it?" I demanded. I wanted to reach out and touch the huge cock, but I drew my hand back at the last minute. It seemed wrong to take advantage while Sel was strapped helpless to the Quenching chair.

"You can touch me if you want." His deep voice was hoarse and when I looked up to see his expression, I saw that his bronze eyes were half-lidded with desire. "I don't mind, Princess," he growled softly. "The lust you feel is part of your Thirst—I'm here to satisfy both. Take what you want from me."

Forgetting that anyone else was in the room—(and in fact, they seemed to be staying out of sight)—I did as he said. Reaching out, I tried and failed to circle the thick cock with the fingers of one hand. Since I couldn't manage, I used both hands instead, rubbing up and down the steel-hard shaft which was hot and velvety soft at the same time.

"Gods, Princess!" Sel groaned, throwing back his head. "Your little hands are so fucking soft!"

I liked touching him, but even more I liked the response I was getting from him. It made me feel powerful to have such a big, strong warrior completely helpless—strapped down just for me. I stroked Sel some more and a pearly drop of liquid beaded at the pointed tip of his cock. Leaning down impulsively, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty little drop.

The big Fae groaned again, arching his back as I stroked and sucked him.

"By Lolth! Please, Princess—you're driving me fucking crazy!"

"Well, maybe I should leave you alone for a minute then," I said, giving him a teasing smile.

"No—don't do that!" Seldarin growled. "You need to drink from me—you need to quench your Thirst."

I saw that he was worried I might go bite Krynn first. But when I looked over at him, it seemed the lighter Fae had almost fallen into a kind of trance. His green eyes had a drugged look and he was still eagerly erect for me.

"Krynn?" I asked. "Are you all right?"

"Mistress!" he breathed. "I mean, my Lady. Please—take me. Use me."

His words called to me and I could see that his cock was also rock hard and leaking precum. It wasn't quite as thick as Sel's, but it might have been a bit longer—which put it in the same size category as far as I was concerned—a category I was mentally calling, "way too big to fit."

"You want me to use you?" I asked, taking a step closer to where he was strapped down. "But how? You and Seldarin are both way too big for me to take. Though I guess I could do this," I added.

And I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his long shaft. There were ridges up and down its length, I noticed—I wondered how those would feel inside—if I could ever fit him in me, which I doubted. Still, it was hot to touch him this way—to give him pleasure the way he and Sel had given me pleasure earlier.

Krynn moaned and bucked his hips, fucking eagerly into my hand. At the same time, he turned his head and bared his neck for me again.

"Take me!" he breathed again. "Please—I'll give you anything you want—everything I have!"

Despite my desperate thirst and growing sexual need, I knew that I couldn't do as he asked. Seldarin was right—Krynn was in the grip of something bigger than he was—some compulsion that wouldn't let him go. Maybe it was the "Needing" that Sel had spoken of. Though I still didn't fully understand what it was, I knew that if he couldn't warn me when to stop, it would be dangerous to drink from him. Still, the vein in his neck looked so enticing…

"Princess! Come back!" Sel's voice called me away again. When I turned to him, he looked worried. "Take me—bite me," he insisted. "Please—Krynn's fucking defenseless right now."

"I won't hurt him," I promised, my throat scratchy because it was so dry. "But I'm not sure how to…what to do exactly."

"Straddle me," Sel instructed. "Then you can ride me while you drink from me—if you want."

"Um, no I can't," I said, frowning. "You're way too big. I've never had anything even half as big as you inside me!"

"The Thirst will allow you to open," he told me. "I promise, Princess—once the first drop of my blood hits your tongue, your whole body will bloom. You'll need to be filled as you drink—the two go hand-in-hand."

It seemed strange to think I'd be able to take his monstrous cock inside me—especially since I hadn't had sex in so long, I felt like I was practically a virgin all over again. But he and Krynn hadn't been wrong yet about the way my new body reacted to things, so I decided to trust him.

I looked for a way to mount up and found that there were footrests on either side of the Quenching chairs. I used one to step up and throw a leg over Sel's muscular midsection. Then I settled myself down on him—but not taking him in me—not yet.

Instead, I settled so that the length of his cock parted my pussy lips and rubbed against my extra sensitive clit, which was throbbing with need.

Sel groaned and I moaned—I had never felt so hot in my life and that included earlier when he and Krynn had held me between them and pleasured me with their mouths and hands. At that time, I had thought there was no way I could get any more aroused, but it turned out I had been wrong.

I moaned breathlessly as I slid down the length of Seldarin's long, hot shaft. I was wetter and hotter than I had ever been, so I glided easily on his thickness, rubbing my aching clit against his steel.

"Gods, Princess!" he groaned. "Wish I could rip off these straps and fuck you properly! Want to get you under me and pound that sweet little pussy!"

"Mmm, is that what you want?" I purred. Leaning over him, I let the front of the robe fall open so that my bare breasts were right in his face. "That's too bad, Sel, because I'm in charge now."

"Yes, you are, Princess." His bronze eyes blazed. "So what can I do for you? How can I serve you?"

"Suck me—suck my nipples!" I ordered, still rubbing against him.

"With pleasure," he growled and then he was sucking my right nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

I moaned as the pleasure rushed through me, but as good as it felt, I had other things on my mind. My throat was dryer than ever and I felt so parched I thought I might die if I didn't get to drink soon.

I sat up, pulling away from Seldarin. He let my nipple slip from his lips, making no move to stop me. His eyes filled with understanding and he nodded. Slowly, he turned his head.

"Drink, Princess," he told me, his deep voice slightly hoarse. "Take me—my blood, my seed…even my life are yours to do with as you choose."

I reached out a finger and traced the thick vein I could see pulsing in the side of his neck, just below his skin. I felt a tingle of electricity as I touched it—almost as though the blood itself was calling to me, begging me to drink it.

Leaning down, I licked his throat, tracing the vein, siding my tongue from his collarbone all the way up to just behind his ear. His skin was salty and delicious and he smelled like lightning and dark, masculine spice.

The big Fae shuddered beneath me but made no move to stop me or to try and shield himself. He was open to me—willing to be bitten. Eager even, if the state of his throbbing cock still pressed between my pussy lips and rubbing against my throbbing clit was any indication.

I became aware that I was hearing a steady thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud, which I soon realized must be his heartbeat. I was so attuned to him now that I could hear it—just as I could smell the sweet, coppery scent of his blood pulsing just below the surface of his skin.

My fangs itched horribly and I was thirstier than I had ever been in my entire life. I felt like a man crawling through a desert for days who has finally found an oasis. Finally, I was going to quench the awful Thirst inside me…and satiate the sexual need I felt at the same time. My whole body was throbbing with it—my pussy ached to be filled and my nipples were so tight they hurt. I was one big mass of need.

I set the tips of my fangs against the thick, pulsing vein in Sel's neck. I was just about to bite down when I heard a little voice in my head whisper,

If you bite him now and drink, you won't be able to stop. You'll kill him.

I drew back a little. That wasn't right—was it? I wouldn't really kill the big Fae…would I?

Then I remembered Lady Elgiana's description of what my ancestress had done—how she had murdered everyone at the High Table and sucked them all dry in a matter of minutes. It seemed impossible that I could drain a male as big and muscular as Seldarin like that, but what if I was wrong? What if it was possible and I was just about to do it? What if once I bit him and started sucking, I couldn't stop? What if?—

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

The harsh voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Mordren striding towards me, an impatient look on his perfect face.

"Go on, you little slut—drain him!" he snapped at me. "Suck him and fuck him—that's what he's there for!"

I drew further back from Seldarin, tucking my breasts back into my robe and using a hand to cover myself down below. This was what Mordren wanted, I realized—for me to kill the only males who were on my side. Once I started drinking, I probably wouldn't be able to stop. And when I finished with Sel, I would start on Krynn. I would kill them both and then the Lord Regent would have me all to himself—to manipulate whichever way he chose.

"I don't think so," I heard myself say, though my voice came out strained and dry.

"What do you mean you don't think so?" he demanded. "You must drink—you must quench your Thirst."

"You little fool, Lord Mordren is right—you must drink!" Lady Elgiana said, coming to stand beside the Lord Regent. She had a sneer on her perfect face and her hands on her hips, tapping her long nails. "You have no choice—drink!" she exclaimed.

"No," I said. I climbed off of Sel, who was still strapped to the Quenching chair. "No—not like this. Not with Krynn and Sel."

"But, Princess—" Sel began.

"No, don't say it—don't ask me to bite you again." I shook my head at him. "If I bite you, I'll kill you. I won't be able to stop. I can't do that. I wont do that."

"You have to drink!" Mordren insisted. He reached for me but I danced backwards, getting out of his reach just in time. Then I turned towards the doorway. The door to the Quenching Parlor was still open and no one was blocking my way.

Without knowing where I was going, I took off, the heavy satin robe flying out behind me, the tiny crystals clinking against each other as my bare feet slapped against the marble floor.

I ran from the death I felt in that room—and the knowledge that I was its agent. I ran from the fear of losing the two Fae who were beginning to mean so much to me. But most of all, I ran from the Thirst—as though it was a tangible thing I could get away from if only I ran fast enough.

"Catch her!" I heard Elgiana shout behind me.

"No, let her go." That was Mordren. "Let her go—let her kill one of the Lesser Fae or even one of the Nobles. Let her make a big mess so we have an excuse to dethrone her!"

He said something else, but by that time I was far down the hallway and couldn't hear him anymore. All I knew was that I had to get away so I didn't kill the Fae I cared for.

I kept running.