Gods, I had not even thought about the ink! I turned my head away from him defiantly. He opened the hatch and left, snickering and grunting as he desc...nded the ladder.*****I awoke early the next morning and continued writing. The ink was indeed almost gone. I would need more by tomorrow if I was to continue writing. I can not bear to think of letting that creature touch me again, but writing these letters is the only thing allowing me to maintain my sanity, trapped in this tower.At the usual. Emily eyed me up, taking notice of my erection. She said, “OK Robert, this is your last chance. If you don’t want me to go through with this, say so now. Show me you don’t. Kneel down and have a wank. But if you want me to go ahead, you must leave now so that I can be alone with him.” Despite my throbbing cock and the overwhelming urge to wank off, I turned and left. She called out, “You’re going to regret it; I’ll show you that young and Black can do a better job for me and that you’re. She gags slightly, but keeps going until she has extracted every last drop from me, before pulling back to enjoy the myriad of expressions crossing my face as my body twitches in the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm.“Mmmmmmmmmmmm” I moan – “That was wonderful, but what about you”? “I’m sure you will think of something”, she says with a smile.Lifting myself up I slowly guide her back onto the floor again, to let my tongue caress her ears, neck and lips. Kissing her deeply, I can taste the. “See, Ealaín, I inspired them.”My lip twitched with amusement, my body still buzzing from my orgasm. The faerie of Queen Sidhe’s court watched Kora’s art with rapt attention. Lust swelled through the room, the female faeries thighs glistening, the males cocks throbbing and dripping with precum. Some were masturbating themselves or giving another a helping hand. It was good that Kora created art again, that she danced, fucked, and painted.She had neglected it too much even with the danger around.