<strong>The Queen, tagged: La'cael'rah</strong><br/><br/>She indulged in the brownie’s soft murmurs and chirplike tones, fervently twisting her tongue around his member before having a taste of his precum. The Queen was delirious because of his blood, but not so much as to completely lose control of herself. It was enough to heighten the sensation though and La’cael’rah’s own arousal also caused her to want more. The Queen’s pearly white teeth were slightly grazing his flesh while she used her fingernails to scratch the brownie’s flawless skin. Where there were signs of near perfection she had to spoil and taint like a child leaving footprints on freshly laid snow or an experienced partner taking one’s virginity with slow and calculated moves. It wasn’t a real “corruption of the innocent” in human terms, but at the end of this journey La’cael’rah would forget about his green meadows and the sun’s warmth; he won’t miss the chirping birds or the petty offerings of his beloved humans. By the time she and her servants will be done with him, La’cael’rah’s only craving will be to please her. An unfortunate and sad fate, as the Queen can never truly feel content.<br/><br/>She tilted her head to the right and licked the sides of his shaft in slow movements before ending with the tip in one, smooth circular kiss. Her lips lingered there for a moment, brushing against that most sensitive spot before her mouth took all of it in. With passionate and precises movements the Queen brought pleasure to her new toy, using her tongue at the same time in a teasing manner. Shortly after, the male fae could feel the rhythm increasing from her part. It was not in terms of speed: instead of going all the way down and up again using long and slow licks, she stopped midway and pressed her lips together tighter and tighter until the end, gripping his lower part at the same time and then back again in the same manner. His voice was music to her ears.<br/><br/>On a whim she lunged forward, gripping his torso by the sides and met his gaze with a wry smile curling her red lips. She wanted to see what lies behind the soft hues of periwinkle in his eyes. He felt the touch of her fingers on his cheek before she came close to give him another kiss. This time her tongue invaded his mouth as she gave in to his sweetnes. Her white hair brushed against his neck and the male fae was once again caught in her scent. It was intoxicating and addictive at the same time.<br/>“Will you give yourself to me, La’cael’….rah?” she asked in a soft tone, her voice caressing his name. The Queen knows he will and still asks to indulge in his answer. Her grey eyes burn into him, compelling the fae to answer with the truth.<br/>