Return to his room

Stewart passes word to a page that he is indisposed, and he returns to his room. As he enters his room, he realizes he made exactly the right decision. His cock is throbbing so much that he could barely stagger for the last few yards.

He rips off the loincloth and examines his crotch. His cock is hard, and its head is swollen to the point that he fears the blood vessels will burst. His nuts throb with the worst case of blue balls that he has ever suffered.

He throws himself on his bed, reflecting on the irony of having blue balls when the shredded and damp sheets on which he lay give evident testimony to how recently he had very vigorous and satisfying sex.

He wraps his hand around his shaft and gives it a few strokes. As hard as he is, he figures he can jack off quite quickly and relieve the pressure. A couple of jerks, however, dismisses that thought, as he feels a fiery surge in his prostate. He quickly releases his cock and comes up with another plan.

Reaching over to a pitcher of water next to the bed, he pours the entire contents on his crotch, hoping the cold water will cool the fire and ease the other symptoms.

The cold water does little to ease his discomfort. As it is still soaking into the mattress, Stewart fights the growing sense of panic that is building within him. He desperately looks around the room for something that might help.

At that moment, the door to the bedroom bursts open and Adella rushes in, accompanied by Windermere. She takes one look at her brother and runs to the bedside.

“Adella — What is —?”

The words are not even out of his mouth before she drops to her knees and practically impales her face by the speed with which she engulfs his cock into her mouth.

Stewart lifts himself up on his elbows and opens his mouth to protest, but the sensation of relief from his discomfort instantly captures his attention. The fiery buildup within his loins cools, and the throbbing of his cock that threatened to explode is replaced with the warm, satisfying pleasuring of his sister’s mouth. His balls, instead of aching as if they had been kicked, relax with the sensual touch of Adella’s chin and her fingers.

He lets his head and shoulders falls back against the mattress as she sucks with fervor. The experience feels so incredible that he doesn’t even spare a thought about the fact that it is his sister between his legs, much less how the family’s “designated virgin” could possibly have achieved such dazzling oral skills.

Again and again her head bobs up and down on his engorged member. Her lips, locked around his cock, do not release their prize even once. As her silky lips slide up and down over the sensitive shaft, her tongue flicks rapidly along the underside, bringing him right to the brink of orgasm.

He lifts his head and is about to sound the warning about his impending climax. Whether it is from Adella’s amazing skills or because of his unsurpassed arousal, the orgasm erupts before the words can come out of his mouth. Adella pauses briefly, and gags somewhat at the onslaught of semen that suddenly fills her mouth. After a few quick breaths through her nose, however, she resumes her work, gulping up the sperm that continues to shoot out in unrelenting ribbons of goo.

When the last of the seed has been successfully suctioned down her throat, Adella finally disconnects her mouth from her brother’s penis and sits up. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are filled with concern.

Stewart tries to speak, but the orgasmic chemicals that flood his brain make him feel almost drunk.

Adella says, “I had no time to explain, Stewart. I feared I was too late as it was. Had I not acted when I did — well, the result would have been too horrible to contemplate.”

As his mind begins to return to some semblance of normality, Stewart sits up and takes note of the little bearded man for the first time. He had all but forgotten about him while getting head from Adella, but now he can see the little man standing directly behind her, with his hand between her legs, evidently fingering her pussy.

Adella sees Stewart’s look of concern. “It’s alright, Stewart. Remember that Windermere communicates by telepathy, and some things need an additional boost in order to translate properly. Under the circumstances, we could not wait for questions and answers. It was vital that I act without delay.”

“So what happened?” asks the king, trying not to take notice of the fact that his sister is being fingerfucked right in front of him.

“As I feared, you are suffering an allergic reaction to unicorn emissions. When Tonia had sex with a unicorn, she passed that along to you. There is a reason unicorns and humans do not typically mate.”

“You mean a reason other than the fact that one is a horse with a horn?” he asked, sarcastically.

Adella closes her eyes and seems to be having difficulty collecting her thoughts. The fact that Windermere is steadily increasing the intensity of his digital exploration of her cunt probably has a lot to do with that.

She takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and tries again. “Windermere says you seem to have a particularly-serious reaction, and if left untreated, it could have serious consequences.”

“How serious?”

Adella looks at Windermere, questioningly. He responds by bringing his beard up to join with his hand. The hairy tentacle slithers into Adella’s cunt, eliciting a moan from her before she shakes her head to refocus.

“He says worst case scenario is that you die from a heart attack or stroke. In many situations the genitals burst from over-engorgement of blood and seminal fluid.”

Stewart shudders. “Actually, I think the latter is the worst case scenario,” he says, gingerly examining his package and checking for signs of damage.

Adella sucks in a deep breath, and her body shudders. Stewart watches with open fascination as she clutches her breasts and writhes in a hot, exotic dance, circling her hips and riding the touch of Windermere’s hand and beard.

Even under these bizarre circumstances, seeing his sister getting off with an orgasm is rivoting enough that Stewart drops all attempts to converse about his problems. He tries to block out the odd sight of the strange little man and focus instead on the look of pure bliss that fills his sister’s face as wave after wave of climax rocks through her body. Despite being mere moments off of his own orgasm, he feels his cock stir at the amazing show.

When she has finally collected herself, Adella looks embarassed and says, “I’m sorry... I don’t know what came over me.” She looks at Windermere, who grins widely at her and withdraws his hand and beard from between her legs.

“Not at all,” says Stewart, with a dismissive wave. Despite the casualness with which he responds, he knows he will never get that image out of his brain, and that it will be fuel for many a fantasy for the rest of his life.

Adella attempts to compose herself and says, “What I did was an emergency remedy, but it just addressed the symptoms. You still need to deal with the actual problem, or your symptoms will come back, and we may not be able to deal with them so easily next time.”

Realizing that the stirring between his legs may be the beginning of the return of the symptoms, Stewart sits up, giving his sister his full attention.

“What do I need to do?”

“Windermere says that the cure is sort of its own daisy chain. You will need to have sex, but with some very specific species. No one of them is going to be enough, and for goodness sakes, make sure you don’t get anymore unicorn effect!”

Stewart processes his sister’s words. “Are you telling me that the cure is for me to go bed-hopping with a bunch of species? How many and how much time do I have?”

“It’s all going to depend on which ones are available,” she replies. “Some are more potent than others, but if you can’t find the right ones, you have to compensate with a couple of others. Fortunately, we have quite a variety of species here at the gathering, so we can hopefully find what you need right here.”

Stewart wonders if he is dreaming. In fact, had he been a wee bit younger, this is exactly the sort of thing he would have dreamt about. A scenario where he had not choice but to copulate with many different exotic women is a page out of every teenage boy’s book of wet dreams. Under present circumstances, however, it seems all too surreal to take in.