A Midsummer Night's Scene, Chapter 5
Rating: 🔥 | “Welcome to the Den of Desires,” Divine whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Tonight, it belongs to the court of dreams and debauchery.” And what dreams they were...
Foxi’s Fancies: A Midsummer Night’s Scene
Copyright © 2025 Linn Rhinehart - All rights reserved
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Chapter Five
The club was just another converted Victorian residential tucked into a labyrinth of backstreets. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but the moment we stepped through those heavy wooden doors, reality dissolved into a version of my Midsummer Night’s Dream fantasy. One far more carnal and decadent than Shakespeare could ever have imagined.
Soft, warm light flickered from fairy lights and crystal chandeliers, giving everything a sultry, honeyed hue. The air was ripe with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, some kind of air freshener, perhaps, and the unmistakable musk of sex. Music thrummed through the floorboards like a heartbeat, echoing the pulsing ache between my thighs.
“Welcome to the Den of Desires,” Divine whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Tonight, it belongs to the court of dreams and debauchery.”
And what dreams they were. Ivy and roses climbed marble columns in wild abandon, framing alcoves where fantasies played out for anyone to see. In one, a woman with scales like liquid mercury lounged in a gilded swing. Throwing her head back in ecstasy as three men ravished her with skilled tongues and fingers.
In another, draped in midnight velvet, a man crowned with antlers lay sprawled on silk cushions. His cock was deep in the throat of one lover, while another rode his fingers and two lithe figures were kissing and licking all three of them.
Wherever I turned, I saw bodies moving together. Touching and tasting. Claiming and surrendering. This was alchemy. Pure performance art with ordinary people transformed into gods and goddesses of lust and desire.
I wanted to drink it all in. Wanted to throw myself into the scene and drown in it. And yet, some trembling part of me still hesitated. I was stuck at the threshold between observer and participant, trying to figure out how to immerse myself in the dream.
“Evening, ladies.”
The deep, smooth baritone that interrupted my thoughts reverberated through me. I turned to see who it belonged to, and the world tilted. He was magnificent. Tall and lean like a jungle cat, dressed in a forest-green velvet outfit that clung to his sculpted body. A circlet of twisted silver leaves crowned the dark hair that curled just past his collar. And his eyes… good lord, his eyes… My cheeks flushed as his moss-green eyes met mine, promising wicked sins I could never...
“Oooberon,” Divine purred beside me, practically vibrating with anticipation. “Perfect timing, dah-ling. Allow me to introduce our special friend, Titania.”
“Your Majesty,” he said, offering a bow so elegant it belonged in a royal court before he turned his attention back to me.
“My Queen, I’ve been waiting for you.”
He said it like I was fate incarnate, fire made flesh. My nipples tightened, and my hunger for him was raw and urgent.
“You have?” I managed, surprised by the sound of my own voice.
“But of course. What is a king without his queen? Merely a fool playing at power,” he said, extending a hand that promised to lead me astray. “But a true queen transforms the world around her.”
It was a line, probably well rehearsed, but the way he looked at me… Like I was made for him, a fairy queen to be worshipped... This is how you do it, I thought. This is how you step over the threshold.
“Would you do me the honour?” he asked.
I glanced back at Divine and Destiny, who were practically vibrating with excitement.
“You go on, dah-ling,” Divine said. “Queens don’t ask for permission.”
I nodded. It was all I could do. I placed my hand in his, and I swear I felt an electric current shot straight to my core the moment we touched. He led me onto the small dance floor where other couples were moving in slow, sensual circles to music that seemed to speak directly to my body.
“What’s your name?” Oberon asked as we moved together to the music, his hand settling on the small of my back with just enough pressure to make me shiver.
“Tonight?” I said, surprising myself. “Tonight I’m Titania.”
“And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow doesn’t exist,” I replied, and meant it.
He spun me slowly, and when I came back to him, we were even closer than before. I could smell his cologne. It was woody and masculine in a way that made me want to rub my face against his neck.
“Good answer,” he smiled. “The best magic happens when we let go and live in the moment.”
“Is that what this is?” I asked. “Magic?”
“Look around you,” he said, and I did.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s real,” he corrected. “More so than the world outside, where everyone pretends to be less than they are.”
When the song changed, he led me through the swaying, writhing crowd toward a raised area with a throne draped in silk. Several people were gathered there, all looking gorgeous and fully committed to their chosen roles.
“The court wants to meet their queen,” Oberon said as we approached, and gestured for me to sit on the throne. “There, much better.”
When the lush lover of my dreams settled into the cushions next to me, Felicia the invisible faded away. I was Titania now, Queen of Fucking Everything, and my court was gathering around us like iron filings drawn to a magnet.
Someone brought me a glass of something bubbly, and we sat in silence for a while, watching the dancers move like they were in a dream. In one corner, I saw a group gathered around someone who was telling a story. In another, a woman with flowers in her hair was feeding her partner strawberries while they both laughed like children.
At the snap of his fingers, my king summoned a short, slender man in leathers the colour of spring leaves. His grin was pure mischief and his ears a touch too pointed to be real, but his movements were as otherworldly as if he’d stepped straight out of Shakespeare’s play.
“Your Majesty,” he said, dropping to one knee with a theatrical flourish. “I’m Puck, and I exist solely for your pleasure. Please, command me. What can I do for you?”
“Be careful with him,” Oberon warned. “He takes direction literally.”
“Oh, good,” I said, emboldened by the way they all looked at me like they’d been craving my attention. “I like a man who knows how to serve and obey.”
The court closed in on me then. The nymphs and satyrs, forest spirits and fallen angels all surrendering to my newfound power. They brought me wine that tasted like fizzy strawberry squash and frozen grapes that burst with sweetness on my tongue. They told me stories and asked for my wisdom, treating me like the queen I was in this world.
Some knelt to kiss my hands. Some bowed lower, brushing their lips against my thighs or bare feet. Each touch sent new sparks racing across my skin. Each featherlight kiss feeding the fire burning in me.
Puck, true to his nature, was endlessly entertaining, dancing around our circle and making the others laugh with his antics.
“Tell me,” Oberon said, his fingers trailing along my arm. “What do you want from your humble servants, Titania?”
It was the same question Divine and Destiny had asked me earlier that day. Only now, ravenous and drunk on unsatiated lust, the answer came without hesitation.
“I want…” I said slowly, “to forget about the outside. I want to be here, in this moment, with all of you. To be devoured. Tasted. Teased. I want to be touched everywhere. And fucked. I want to feel like this is real.”
“It is real,” said a woman with flowers braided into her hair. “This is the realest any of us ever get to be.”
“The only question is,” Oberon leaned closer until his words were for me alone, “how far into the dream are you willing to go?”
“As far as it goes,” I heard myself say. “I want all of it.”
His knowing smile was slow and absolutely wicked. “You heard your queen,” he commanded. “Let the real magic begin.”
Puck moved first. Kneeling between my legs, his eyes locked to mine, as he lifted the hem of my gown so slowly I could cry. Cool air kissed my thighs, and his warm hands spread my legs apart, exposing me to the hungry gazes of the court.
“May I, Your Majesty?”
“Please,” I breathed.
My consent was barely out before his mouth descended on me. I gasped out loud at the first touch of his tongue. His fingers dug into my thighs as he pulled me closer, licking me with devastating skill. He explored every fold, every sensitive spot, circling my clit and gently biting down on it. Each stroke, each flick designed to unravel me. Within moments, I was shamelessly grinding my pussy into his mouth, begging for more.
While Puck kept my legs apart, other hands began their own ministrations. Someone unfastened the laces of my gown, baring my breasts to hungry eyes with gentle efficiency. Fingers rolled my nipples, pinching and pulling, making me arch into their touch, mewling with pleasure. Lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear, kissing down my throat, my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder.
I opened my eyes—when had I closed them?—to find Oberon watching me with primal hunger in his eyes.
“Do you want more?” he asked. His large hand cupping my face, his thumb brushing my lips.
“Please,” I breathed. “I want it all.”
“Then rise, my queen.”
They helped me off the throne, supporting me as I stepped out of the gown now pooled at my feet. I stood naked save for my crown and wings, bared before the audience. Appreciative murmurs rippled through the court. My beautiful subjects were hungry. Reverent. And I wanted to feed them.
A dark-eyed Greek goddess took my hand, leading me to an alcove draped in green silks. Oberon joined us, and I watched them undress each other like it was a sacred ritual. Their bodies a sculptor’s masterpieces. Her breasts were full, her nipples dark, her marble-white skin flawless. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. His muscles defined but not too bulky. There was only one part of him that didn’t look like it belonged to a Parthenon sculpture.
As soon as it sprang free, I wrapped my hand around his thick, curved cock, stroking it with a firm grip as they guided me down onto the cushions. What followed was a symphony of sensations that told me just how little I really knew about pleasure.
Oberon claimed my mouth whilst the woman, Mab he called her, cupped my breasts, suckling my nipples, grazing them with her teeth to my increasingly ragged moans. Fingers, I had no idea whose, slid between my thighs, finding me slick, swollen and ready. Spreading the wetness around my clit and both my entrances, they teased, probed, and plunged—fucking me deep with relentless precision.
A woman with silver hair and skin to match asked to join us. She was soon kissing her way up my thigh, aiming for my clit. Using her mouth like a suction cup, she rubbed her tongue against it while Mab’s fingers curled to stroke the most sensitive spot inside me.
I unravelled, crying out as my first real orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami. But that didn’t stop them. They shifted and rearranged, feeding me unimaginable pleasures.
A man with muscles like a dancer knelt beside my head, his long, elegant cock hard and ready. I reached out, taking him in my hand, marvelling at his silken heat. He closed his eyes and bucked in my touch, while Oberon knelt on my other side. His fingers tangled in my hair as he guided my head, sliding his cock between my lips. I sucked him deep, enjoying the salty taste and the sound of his groans.
I was drowning in new sensations. Mouths and tongues. Fingers and skin. Each new touch another ascent into intoxicating bliss. I was kissed and licked and filled and fucked until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began. I barely had time to catch my breath before another mouth claimed me, another wave crested.
Through it all, I discovered something extraordinary. I was receiving so much pleasure, but I was commanding it too. Taking it. Owning it. And giving it back to them.
“More,” I panted against Oberon’s thigh as he pulled out to check if was okay. “Please, I need more.”
“More?” he growled. “I’ll give you more.”
He pulled me up so he could take my place on the cushions, and then his strong arms guided me to straddle him. I rolled my hips until his cock was poised between my folds, then I slid down him in a single, breath-taking motion and rode my fairy king like a woman possessed.
Oberon claimed my mouth in a deep kiss while Puck knelt behind me, kneading my arse and leaving a trail of kisses along my spine. He spread my cheeks wide for all to see and pressed the tip of a slick finger inside. Oberon pushed two fingers into mouth, and I sucked them like I had sucked his cock before. It was intense. Overwhelming. And then they both began to push into me until I was filled beyond belief.
A series of unholy noises slipped out of me as the two men matched their rhythm, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. Pucks fingers, I was sure he’d added another one, rubbed against the thin wall that separated them from Oberon’s shaft. The dancer’s cock replaced the fingers in my mouth, sliding deeper into my throat with each thrust.
“Do you want more, my queen?” someone asked, and impaled as I was, I could only nod in response. Gods, yes, I wanted more.
With each thrust, the three men pushed me closer to the edge. Oberon’s hands gripped my hips, keeping in place as he fucked me with bruising force while Puck drove his fingers into my arse and the dancer plunged his cock deep down my throat.
When they finally tipped me over the edge, all four of us shattered together in a cascade of orgasms that rippled through the entire group. I collapsed into the warm tangle of bodies, slick with sweat, cum, and satisfaction. My heart hammering against my ribs, and my skin tingling with the aftershocks of more pleasure than I’d experienced in all my years combined.
“You’re mine,” I giggled, overwhelmed by the power of it all. The sheer abundance of pleasure and worship we had shared. “You’re all mine.”
“All yours,” Oberon agreed, pulling me closer and pressing soft kisses to my temple. “Your devoted subjects.”
Puck and Mab both kissed my lips while the others arranged themselves like a living blanket around us.
“How do you feel, dah-ling?” Divine’s voice came from the circle of watchers.
“Like I’ve been reborn,” I slurred, giggling in post-orgasmic bliss.
“You were,” Destiny agreed. “You discovered who you really are, love.”
[Last updated: 05 July, 2025]
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