Circe, sorceress, witch. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise that God Himself would have seduced her just to listen as she r...eached her climax. In lilting jazzy riffs of moans and little pattering breaths; in low, agonized releases, in snarling, animal howls she was a singer. Awaiting a man to sing to. Thinking of the man she awaited, often in the nights, her fingers would wind their way along her skin, over the slopes of her hips, to the center of her thighs; wet lips. ‘Hmmm,’ Was what I heard in my ears from my headset, he was now telling me how good I sounded as my moans got louder and more intense, my body aching for his touch but instead all it had was mine, ‘I need you here,’ I heard myself saying, ‘Where are you and Ill come,’ was his reply, Before I knew it I was telling him my address, my headset went dead and I looked up at the screen, all I saw was, on my way in blue text printed across my pm, I smiled and carried on rubbing my oh so wet and. The head of his cock slid up and down between my lips a couple of times, gathering moisture. It contacted my hard little nub, and I gasped and convulsed under him. That was all he could take. He positioned his cock at the opening of my tunnel, and slowly pressed in.I dimly felt the pain of his erection forcing its way past my ring of scar tissue, but in my lust induced haze, I ignored it and slammed my hips back against him. My ass contacted Doug's tummy with enough force to swing his sac. ”“Aingeal should have known we would discover her intrusion and track her down,” he said, glancing at her.“How would I know that?” Aingeal complained. “It’s not like faeries get banished that often.”“No, most of us have more sense then to import iron here.”Aingeal lowered her head, squirming, her big breasts jiggling.I worried my lower lip. I didn’t want Aingeal mistreated, but what could we do? It was all up to convincing the Queen of Faerie to pardon her. My brother would have to use all his.