A Midsummer's Fling 5
The Summer King reveals himself to Purity. Will the magical girl fall to his charms?
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Purity stares up at her friend Melia, the magical girl’s eyes widening as she sees the tall and confident figure man before her, running hands through his long wavy hair, standing in the sun, his skin glistening with delight and warmth. Two dryads hang onto him, nuzzling against his shoulders and fluttering their eyes in admiration of their king.
Purity breaks the admiring silence, asking, “What is the summer king?”
Rolling his shoulders, the Summer King dismisses his dryads to step up to the Magical girl, squatting before her, hands on his knees, that confident glaze gleaming on his eyes. “Purity, surely someone like you could understand the need for a double life. What about your secret identity?”
Purity scoots back, bumping against one of the dryads. Then she realizes the fey form a rough circle around the two humans. “Uh, we should probably head back home, right, your Highness?”
The Summer King’s sly smirk becomes an impish grin. “Oh, but Purity, you do realize something, right?” He leans forward, crawling to her, placing a hand on her thigh. “No Summer King is complete without his queen.”
Purity falls back, supporting herself with her elbows, her heart beating quickly. “M… Mel…? This isn’t like you.”
He crawls up higher along her, practically straddling her. His royal scepter hard and poking towards her, and his hands on either side of her on the grass. His hair droops over his shoulders to brush over her body. “And what exactly is it like to be me, hm? Do you know, Libi?”
Purity gasps as he speaks her name. Is it because he would brazenly say it in the open, exposing it to so many capricious ears? Or is it how he said it, with that husky, breathy voice. Or even then, is it with the swiftness that his lips press against her own, locking them together.
Her eyes widen a moment before closing, accepting that tongue invading her mouth and finally falling to the sway of the heat of Midsummer.
When he pulls his mouth free from her, her tongue rolls out, curling, begging him to return.
He chuckles, brushing his hand down over her collar. “The protector of the city and the spirit of the forest, together. Isn’t it poetic? It’s like it was always meant to be.”
“I… I don’t…” she swallows but gasps when he brings a hand down, thumb rubbing over her nipple. “Nngh…”
“You can’t deny yourself, just like I cannot deny myself. For the longest day of the year, I am the Summer King, but never have I had my queen with me.” he attacks her neck with kisses, going under her chin and nuzzling against her.
She wrapped her arms around him, gripping against his back, so much more toned and muscular than she’d realized. She holds tightly to him as he kisses down along her collarbone and down to her breast.
He presses his lips to one nipple, his tongue poking through, swirling against it, flicking it and pulling away.
She squirms under his position, biting her lip, her worry disappearing.
“Part of me envies you, Libi,” he says, his voice a soft growl, his hand reaching up, groping her breast, rolling her in his fingers. “That feminine side that is so meek and so often at the forefront of my ego—she would kill to have curves like you.”
“Y… you’re not serious, are you?” Purity asks, looking down over herself at the face now burying itself between her breasts, rubbing and sighing happily.
The Summer King leans up, resting his chin on her chest, giggling. “No, silly. I learned long ago there were more healthy, fun ways to get what I wanted. I am the Summer King, after all. What I want, I get!”
“And you want my tits?”
He grabs them both by the side, squishing them together, rolling them so that the nipples rub each other. “My Queen, I have them right now.” He says this, flicking his tongue back and forth over her, growling in that impish hunger, all the while, his precum-drooling cock brushes just under her navel.
“Aaah!” Purity pushes her hips up, pressing against that swollen tip, making the Summer King drop her breasts, letting them fall back down into their sagging place, spread over her from the pull of gravity.
“Ah… so you’re eager for it,” he chuckles. “I wonder how powerful your purity magic is, hm?”
“H… hm?”
He slides the cock head down over her tummy and down between her legs, drawing a line through the middle of her fuzzy heart-patch. “No matter how many monsters you fuck in your duties to the city, you never get pregnant. I assume that’s part of your power, isn’t it?”
Purity covers her eyes, shaking her head. “Gah, why are you talking about that, Mel?”
“Oh, it’s simple,” he says. We’re going to see if fairy magic will override that and usher in a vernal child!”
When he says this, he pushes his hips forward, his cock pressing through her walls, eagerly accepted by the dripping wet delight of her sex.
And as the two locks within each other, the fairy frolickers return to their dancing ways with a great and mighty cheer!