The Queen's Privilege

I withdrew from Wendy with a wet, heavy suction sound. She collapsed into the sand, her body trembling, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. I didn't let her rest.

"Up," I commanded, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto her back. "You wanted to be a woman, Wendy? A woman can also put in the work."

She looked up at me, eyes wide and dazed, sand clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. "Work?" she whispered.

"Ride me."

I lay back on the warm sand, my length standing tall and glistening in the moonlight. Wendy scrambled to her knees, straddling my hips. She looked down at me, intimidated by the angle, but the hunger in her eyes was stronger than the fear. She gripped my shoulders for balance and lifted her hips. She lowered herself slowly. She hissed as her pussy swallowed me, her eyes rolling back as she took the full depth of me in a seated position. It went deeper this way, filling her stomach, stretching her completely.

"Move," I instructed, placing my hands on her hips to guide her. "Up and down. Find the rhythm."

She began to bounce, clumsily at first, a jarring motion. She bit her lip, trying to figure out the mechanics of pleasure she had been denied for a century.

Tinkerbell wasn't content to watch from the sidelines. "She has no rhythm," Tink critiqued, crawling up the sand on her hands and knees. "She moves like a broken clock."

Tink stopped when she was looming over my head. She looked down at me, a wicked, hungry smile on her lips. "My turn for the throne," she announced.

She stepped over my head, straddling my face. She turned away from me, so she was facing Wendy. She lowered herself. The view was spectacular. Her perfect, heart-shaped ass, pink and flushed from my earlier handling, descended toward my face. Her vulva was swollen and wet, her asshole a tight, puckered star right in my line of sight.

She sat down. Her weight settled onto my mouth and nose. The smell of her, musk, magic, and arousal, flooded my senses. She pressed her pussy against my chin and her ass against my lips.

I didn't hesitate. I attacked. I buried my tongue in her. I started with her asshole, the tight ring of muscle reacting instantly to the intrusion. I rimmed her, swirling my tongue around the puckered rose, tasting the forbidden sweetness of the Fairy Queen.

"Oh!" Tink gasped, her fingernails digging into my pecs. She ground her hips down, suffocating me in the best way possible. "That's the spot! Right there!"

While I devoured Tink from below, feasting on her ass and then sliding my tongue forward to lap at her soaking wet slit, she focused her attention forward. She was face-to-face with Wendy now.

Wendy was struggling, panting hard as she rode me. She watched Tink sitting on my face with wide, shocked eyes. "You... you're sitting on him!" Wendy gasped, bouncing awkwardly.

"I'm claiming him," Tink corrected, her voice breathless as my tongue hit her clit. "And you're doing it wrong. Don't just bounce. Grind."

Tink leaned forward. She reached out and grabbed Wendy’s face with both hands. "And stop looking so scared," Tink commanded. "Open your mouth, Bird."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to teach you how to use it."

Tink pulled Wendy forward. The Fairy Queen kissed the Lost Girl. It wasn't a soft kiss. Tink smashed her lips against Wendy’s, forcing her mouth open. She thrust her tongue into Wendy’s mouth, mimicking what I was doing to her below. Wendy froze for a second, shocked by the taste of the fairy, but then she melted. She moaned into Tink’s mouth, her body finally relaxing.

The kiss unlocked something in Wendy. Her rhythm changed. She stopped bouncing and started grinding. She rolled her hips, swirling around my cock, using her inner muscles to milk me. "That's it," I groaned, the sensation of her tightening walls nearly sending me over the edge.

I ramped up my **** on Tink. I alternated between sucking her clit and diving my tongue back into her ass. The dual stimulation drove her wild. Her wings fluttered frantically, beating against her own back. She broke the kiss to scream, throwing her head back. "Master! Oh god! You're eating me alive!"

"Come for me, Tink," I vibrated against her skin.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna ring!"

Tinkerbell clamped her thighs against my ears, shuddering violently as her juices soaked my beard. She cried out, her high-pitched chime echoing across the lagoon as she rode the waves of her climax.

Wendy gasped below, sensing the shift in energy. Her inner walls clamped down on me, trying to milk a release I wasn't ready to give. She sped up her rhythm, **** to feel me fill her. "I'm close!" Wendy wailed. "Please, Sir! Fill me!"

I reached up and grabbed Wendy’s hips, halting her movement instantly. "Stop."

Wendy froze, confused, her chest heaving. "But... I'm ready..."

"You are not ready," I corrected her, my voice dark and flat. "You are still in training, Wendy. You haven't yet earned the right to keep anything of mine yet. You have to prove yourself first."

Tink lifted her head, her face flushed and triumphant. She understood immediately. She looked down at Wendy with a smug, predatory grin. "Only the Queen gets filled," Tink purred, sliding off my face and crawling down my body. "The seed is for me. You have to earn it first."

"Switch," I commanded.

It was a chaotic, beautiful tangle of limbs as they obeyed. Tink shoved Wendy off my hips. Wendy, dazed and whining at the loss of emptiness, was maneuvered to my face. Tink claimed her rightful place, straddling my hips, engulfing my erection with a practiced, greedy slide.

"My turn to taste you," I told Wendy.

Wendy lowered herself onto my face. She was hesitant, but I didn't give her a choice. I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her down. I went to work. I didn't just lick her; I ravaged her. I attacked her clit with a speed and pressure she had never experienced in her century of innocence.

Wendy screamed into the night. "Oh! It’s too fast! It’s too much!" She broke instantly after being edged to the limit by her own clumsy riding session. Her first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn't stop. I kept my tongue buried in her, lapping up her release, pushing her right over the edge again. She climaxed a second time, sobbing, her hands tearing at the sand. And then a third, a long, drawn-out wail of sensory overload that left her limp and twitching against my mouth.

While I ruined the girl, Tink was riding me with a demonic rhythm. She watched Wendy unravel with satisfaction, but her focus was on the cock inside her. She ground down, her tits bouncing, her wings fluttering. She was tight, wet, and utterly devoted.

She felt my muscles tense. She knew I was close. Without a word, Tink lifted her hips. Pop. She slid off me. I looked up, questioning, but she just smiled, a dirty, knowing smile that told me she knew exactly what her Master wanted.

She spat into her palm, rubbed it over her asshole, and reached back. She guided the head of my cock to her tight anus. She didn't hesitate. She sank down. Squelch.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, the sensation of her tight, forbidden channel engulfing me nearly blinding me.

Tink gasped, her eyes rolling back as she impaled herself completely on me. She didn't need to be asked. She knew the back door was the deepest claim. She began to bounce, squeezing me with a grip that no pussy could match.

"That's it," I snarled, grabbing her hips. "Take it, Queen."

"Deep!" she hissed, gritting her teeth. "Put it deep!"

I slammed upward. I erupted. I fired jet after jet of hot, thick seed deep into her rectum, filling her bowels, claiming her in the most absolute way possible. Tink threw her head back, screaming silently, her body locking up as she absorbed every drop. She took it all, keeping it safe inside her.

We lay there for a moment, the only sound the waves and Wendy’s whimpering breaths. Tink pulled off me slowly, careful not to spill a drop. She looked down at Wendy, who was lying on her back, utterly destroyed by the oral ****.

"She looks hungry," Tink noted, rubbing her full belly. "She didn't get any dinner."

"Give her a taste," I said.

Tink grinned. She crawled over Wendy. She positioned herself right over Wendy’s open, panting mouth. Wendy looked up, confused. "Tink?"

Tink squatted. She pressed her asshole against Wendy’s lips. "Open wide, Bird," Tink commanded.

She pushed. Gravity did the work. The mixture of my seed and her juices leaked out of her, dripping down directly into Wendy’s mouth. Wendy choked, tasting the musk and the power, swallowing instinctively as the Queen fed her the leftovers of the King’s favor.

"Good girl," Tink whispered, petting Wendy's head as she drained herself into the rival's mouth. "Now you know where you stand."