Strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly turning her over onto her stomach. A body covered hers and teeth grazed her ear. "I want you on your knees." Then he bit her hard where her neck met her shoulder. Gasping, she tried to arch her body, but the form above her was immovable as she writhed.

Lips and teeth made their way down her spine, licking and kissing. Every touch tightened things low in her belly. By the time he reached the base of her spine she felt like a bowstring pulled taunt, waiting for release. She lay there in anticipation, waiting for him to reach between her legs and bring her. The orgasms she had just received from Kiall were a distant memory as new ones hovered on the horizon. Suddenly teeth clamped down hard on her right ass cheek while a hand pressed down firmly on her lower back, preventing her from rising up and trying to escape the pressure.
"Your ass looks perfect with my mark upon it," Rath said as his hand slid from her lower back to caress her ass, tenderly rubbing where his teeth had been moments before. "Now on your knees."
Niamh was only to happy to lift her ass into the air, resting her elbows on the mattress. Cool air moved over her skin, making little hairs along her body stand to attention. It always surprised her how quickly the heat from two bodies could evaporate into the air as soon as their frantic dance was completed. She wanted the heat back, another body filling her, stoking the fire higher and higher until she felt she would ignite into flames and burn away.

"I want you now," she said. "Or should I ask your brother to come back until you're ready?" She couldn't resist throwing the taunt out there. Riling men up was part of the fun. Seeing their iris swallowed up by their pupil as desire and need took control of the body. Feeling their muscles quiver when you first stroked their dick, and the rush when they lose control and can only thrust, driving towards their pleasure.

A hand shot out and tangled fingers in her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "An Unseelie Prince is always ready, Sidhe-Seer." As he spoke his cock found her entrance and began to slide inside. "We will show you the meaning of need this night." He met the end of her before he had pushed all of himself in. Pulling back slowly he began to rock gently, a slow torturous rhythm that hit all the right spots inside her but just rolled over them, too slowly to build any pressure.

She began to plead senselessly. Begging for more, harder, faster, slower, words jumbled out of her mouth without her recognizing what she was saying. It felt like hours had passed before he began to increase his speed, so gradually that at first she didn't notice the change. Then her begging ceased and she just chanted yes, in time with his strokes. One hand reached around and began to rub circles just around her clit, holding release just out of reach.

"Tell me what you want." He ordered.

"Make me come." She whispered.

"Who do you want to give you release?"

"Rath. Rath, please make me come."
"Is that all you want?" He thrust hard, burying himself in her and halted his movements.

"Make me come, then fuck me senseless." He gave a sharp tug on her hair and she moaned. "Rath, please."

He began moving again and closed the circle his fingers were making around her clit, pressing down hard. All her nerve endings seemed to be clamoring for attention, pleasure beginning to build, waiting for that final push to overwhelm her. He leaned over her and spoke in her ear.

"Come for me, Niamh." Then he bit her neck as he increased his thrusting to Fae speed, surpassing the speed that the best human male could manage. Pleasure burst through her body in wave after wave accompanied by a scream that tore it's way out of her body and echoed off the walls. Her body kept writhing, the pleasure unceasing, she felt sure that it was going to tear her body apart and she would gladly let herself go if it meant this pleasure would go on.

Somehow a second orgasm crested over her without the first stopping. Blood pounded in her ears as everything else around her fell away, leaving only this feeling. Her arms gave way and her upper body collapsed on the mattress. Words abandoned her and she could only moan as his cock continued to pound her, his hands on her hips the only thing holding her up as her muscles spasmed.

He continued to drive in and out of her body faster, and faster. Then he moved his arms and banded them about her torso pulling her upper body upright. He massaged a breast with one hand and began kissing and sucking along her neck. Long moans rose from deep within her. Centuries of practice really paid off, she should suggest it to more men. Maybe they could start a school. She wanted to laugh at that thought but she had no breath for it. Twining an arm up and into his hair, she turned her face to his and kissed him. He kissed her languidly, as if he had all the time in the world. Which he does, she thought. It was completely at odds with his lower half's unceasing thrusts. With the speed of a striking snake she pulled his lower lip into her mouth and bit down. Instantly his hands tightened on her and his muscles clenched as he roared out in release. A few last thrusts and then he stilled. Leaning her head back against his shoulder she relaxed as he pulled himself out and then lay her down on the bed.

The Princes were chiming to each other above her as she stretched. The discordant melody shouldn't be comforting, but if she let it wash over her she could hear the beauty of it. The Unseelie King never had the true song of making but he had still created beauty. Maybe it wasn't always easy to see it, but it was there. Subtly woven through his creations only visible to those who sought to see it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Rath pulling her legs apart and kneeling between them while Kiall knelt at her side and reached for her. His head swiveled away from her before he touched her, listening to something only he could hear. She didn't think her body could handle any more of their ministrations, but the thought that something could pull them away made her ready for more.

"There is a meeting we must be present at." Rath said as he stood up and walked away.

"You shall wait for us here. If you leave we will find you and drag you back." Kiall said.

"Ooo now that sounds fun." Niamh said as she watched them materialize clothes onto their bodies. They glanced back at her before they left and she read their intent in their eyes. Both were serious about the threat. They weren't finished with her.