Fairy Queen (Complete)

    You work as a knight for a King in the Hinterlands. His court is famous for its luscious gardens, the kingdom renowned for its flower festivals. You’ve grown up in this kingdom all your life, your father used to be one of the best orchid growers around. You knew, that secretly, fairy’s were a huge part of why this kingdom flourished so. 

    Specifically, it was the Sidhe and Queen Amadi who had struck a deal with your king. Everyone often whispered about what the deal could be. Was it money? Gems? Some even whisper that the king would sleep with the queen. You highly doubted this. Queen Amadi was amazingly beautiful, she could have anyone she wanted, male or female. She didn’t need to strike a deal with some lackluster king to get some quickie.

    Anyways, you and the other knights were on special alert. The Festival of the Rose was approaching, and it was a big one. This was usually one of the festivals that Amadi and her court attended without fail. You were nervous, Amadi’s Knights of Biphion always came in their full regalia and made all other knights look like playthings. It was also your first time as Head of Guard, and you weren’t going to waste it. 

    Your troop was assigned on greeting Amadi at the gate and leading her in. You had seen this procession many times before, but this was your first time up close. Her carriage was opal and shimmering, covered by vines and blossoming flowers. What caught you first, was the amazing aroma that wafted from the transport. It was sweet and delicate, almost creamy. It made your head swim a little with romantic thoughts. 

Alongside her rode the Knight of Biphion, all of them riding on Bison outfitted with glamorous saddles and helmets, making them look even more powerful than they already were. You were already concerned with looking like chum next to the Bipihon, but now you were certain you simply were.

    You lead the procession towards the palace, and then comes the part you’re most terrified of. You go to the carriage door and open it and offer your hand to Queen Amadi.

    “Thank you,” her voice is husky and lilting. Her hand takes mine, and you’re able to admire her beautiful, dark skin. Her fingernails are perfect almond shapes and painted bright green. She steps out of the carriage, her long dark hair falls in tight corkscrews all around her. Her lips are full, her cheeks are round. Her wide black eyes gaze down at me. Long lashes flutter and your breath is stolen. The sweet scent that surrounds her captivates you, and you feel yourself falling.

    Her fingers lace with yours, and you feel your heart leap into your chest. Standing beside you, you’re stunned to see she’s quite small. She’s at least four feet tall, her gossamer wings are bigger than she is. In your mind, you had always imagined her much taller. Then again, you had only seen her at a distance and mostly sitting. She smiles up at you, tiny hand clasping yours. You lead her into the palace where she’s greeted by the king. 

    “I must say, your majesty,” she tells him. “I’m impressed with your new Head of Guard,” she turns and smiles at me, those plump lips twisting into a gentle smile. “I like her.”

    How did she know? Your heart is going a mile a minute and is bouncing between your stomach and your throat.

    “What must I do to keep her?” She says with a sultry purr.

    The King chuckles. “You’ve picked one out already?”

    Already? What does that mean? You can’t help but panic a little.

    Queen Amadi comes back over to you and takes your hand again. “I think she will work just fine. I feel something extraordinary about her.”

    You’re struck speechless. You aren’t sure what is happening, but when you look to your king, he is taking this like he expected it. 

    “Take the Queen to her chambers,” he tells you. “And while she’s here, I want you to personally attend to her. Keep her company, make sure she’s safe, all that sort of thing.”

    “But, your majesty,” you try to start. “I mean...my other duties?”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are covered.” The king them bows and makes his exit. All you can do is watch. The Knights of Biphion stand behind you while Queen Amadi tugs at your hand.

    “It’s been a long journey,” she says. “And I am so tired.”

    “Yes, forgive me,” you gasp and lead her towards her chambers. The Knights of Biphion follow. They stop along the halls, one being placed every few feet until you reach the doors to Amadi’s room. She pulls you inside with her, and she yawns.

    “I can always count on your king being predictable,” she sighs. She waves her hand and candles flicker to life. She stretches, and her wings flutter. “Knight,” she beckons. “Come here.”

    You tiptoe close to her, and she glances over her shoulder at you. “Yes, your majesty?” Your voice shudders with nerves.

    “Take off your armor,” she says. “Get comfortable. Then help me do the same.”

    “I...I really…”

    She turns and looks up at me, her long lashes flutter again. “I picked you,” she says. “For the festival, you belong to me.” Her hand pets up my armor, and she smiles. “And I take good care of what is mine.”

    You nod and remove your helmet. A bright smile stretches her lips, and she nods. “Perfect,” she says softly. She steps back as you remove the gauntlets, you take off each piece of armor until you’re stripped down to your tunic and leggings.

    “Forgive the smell, your majesty,” you murmur with shame. “The armor is unforgiving.”

    “I know,” she says. “That’s what I’m planning to take care of next.” She turns and lifts her wings. “Remove those laces for me, and we’ll have a bath.”

    Your hands tremble as you undo the laces. Her bare skin becomes exposed, and it’s just as richly dark as her hands. Her skin is that healthy, dark, color of the earth your father preferred for his orchids. It made you think of home and comfort. Her skin alone was beautiful enough to make you swoon.

    Amadi steps from her gown and stretches. Her body is plump and curvy. Her breasts are heavy with dark nipples. “Mm, much better,” she sighs. She giggles when she catches you staring. “You can touch me.” She grabs your hand and places it on her waist. “Your hands are cold.”

    Your face is burning. You’ve never touched something so beautiful before. Her skin is amazingly soft too. Her plump body radiates a gentle warmth that lures you in.

    “Come now,” she tugs you along into the bathroom. She waves her hands over the tub and water rises inside. Flowers float to the top, and it starts to steam. An earthy scent wafts from the steam, and she steps into the tub. “Sit with me,” she curls her fingers.

    You flinch and stand there, unsure what to do.

    “Take off those awful clothes and come bathe with me,” Amadi beckons. “The water will stay warm, I promise.”

    You sigh and reluctantly remove your clothes. When you glance at Amadi, you notice she’s biting her bottom lip, and her eyes are wide and starry. You ease into the water with her, and she giggles at you. She stands in the water behind you, taking soap to your shoulders. 

    “Such broad shoulders,” she murmurs in your ear as she scrubs. “Big, strong arms.” You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel her breasts press against your back. “Stunning women like you always catch my eye,” she giggles.

    “Your majesty,” you whimper. 

    She wets your hair and starts to scrub it. “Tell me, you have several scars on yourself, what are they from? Swords? Arrows? Stupid mistakes?”

    Her nails scratch your scalp and make you feel so good. “I...well…” you gasp. 

    She steps around you and touches the large scar that goes from your scalp and all the way down the right side of your face. “What wound cut such a lovely face so deep?” She’s so close and beautiful, you can’t stand it. 

    Her soft lips caress your cheek and to your temple. Her breasts press against your lips, and you shudder with nerves and excitement. 

    “Your heart sounds like a hummingbird.” She presses her palm over your chest. “Do I scare you?”

    You swallow. “A little.”

    She touches your scar again. “It was an ax, wasn’t it?” She whispers. 

    You nod. “It was,” you look up at her. “It was a Gnoll that did it.”

    “They’ve become an awful nuisance lately,” she frowns and kisses your cheek again. “Do you think this scar makes you more ugly?”

    You duck your head and look away from her. 

    “It doesn’t,” she corrects as she sits on your lap. “It makes you look powerful,” she whispers. “It makes me like you even more.”

    You glance back at her, feeling your face inflamed. “Your majesty,” your voice cracks.

    She kisses your neck and chest. She peppers soft kisses along your shoulder and then giggles. “You must be terrified of me.”

    “A little,” you admit. 

    She rinses you off and steps out of the bath. “Human women are like a delicacy to me,” she says. “You are a meal I’ve been longing for.”

    Your heart might as well have stopped beating. You can’t deny your strong attraction to Amadi. You’ve admired her for so long. In fact, you’ve had more than one fantasy about her in your life. 

    Amadi dries you off, admiring your strong, built body like you admire her feminine curves. She leads you to the bedroom and lays down on the bed. “Come lay with me, talk with me.”

    She cautiously crawls into bed, feeling raw and exposed. You lay down, and she comes to you, straddling your belly so she can look down at you. The candles go dim, and her body starts to glow. Her dark skin radiates an ethereal, golden halo. She looks so beautiful you can barely breathe.

    She smiles at you. “I’m going to tell you a secret,” she whispers to me. “The secret as to why this kingdom flourishes so.” She tilts her head, and you notice tears rolling down her cheeks. “My lover,” her voice trembles. “The truest love I’ve ever known was a mortal woman,” she touches my cheek. “Strong and brave, she died in war. Ever since the ruler of this country promises that her soul can return. They keep her grave here so that she may be reborn here.” She dips down and kisses me and my mind is flooded is past memories. I see her, beautiful and grinning with delight. She kisses me and touches me. She weeps for me with blood on her hands. 

    As the memories flow, I grab hold of her. I kiss her harder and deeper as I feel my heart surge with love for her again. “Amadi,” I moan.

    “Is it you, my love?” She weeps. 

    I snarl as I kiss her, hungry to have her again. “I’m sorry,” I moan. “It took me so long this time.”

    She laughs and kisses me all over my face. “I knew it was you the moment you opened my carriage,” she cups her hands around my face and grins at me. “The scar,” she whispers as she traces it. “It hasn’t changed.”

    I kiss her neck and chest, and she moans softly. “You had me scared for a while there, my love,” you sigh. “Why did you tease me so?”

    “You look so cute and helpless,” she giggles. “I couldn’t help myself.” She kisses the top of your head and sniffles.

    “Don’t cry,” you whisper, touching her cheek. “Stop those tears, my love, my tiny queen.”

    She chuckles and kisses you hard, pushing you down into the bed. “I need you, it’s been too long,” she whimpers. 

    “What would you like?” I touch her body, running my palms up her hips and waist until I’m clutching her perfect, soft breasts.

    She whimpers and lowers down, rubbing her nipple to your lips. You kiss and lick, feeling the hardened peak. You take her into your warm, wet mouth, sucking her while your hand teases and pulls the other nipple.

    She mewls and gasps, rocking back and forth as you torment her. Your mouth moves, kissing her belly as your hands grip her hips. You move her up, so she’s straddling your face. Her sweet sounds are muffled by her warm thighs. It’s been a long time, but you still remember the dark, earthy taste of her mound. Her dewy lips as that rub against you, her molten core is starting to awaken for you. She grinds herself against you, gasping as she begins to roll her hips. 

    I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, holding her hips. You slowly move your hands to her rear, groping her greedily as she starts to bounce against you. Her nectar seeps out, coating your chin and lips. You thrust your tongue at her, licking her lips and swirling around her engorged clit. You hear her pleasured cries, and you grab her, pushing her down on you so you can suction your lips around that sensitive bud. Her thighs squeeze them tremble. She rips herself away, falling onto the bed with her legs on your belly. 

    You lick your lips and giggle. “That was a feast,” you purr. 

    She gasping and panting, her legs still shaking. “Too long-” she mewls.

    You sit up and look down at her. You touch her body, remembering every curve and sensation. Her halo is brighter, and her eyes are wider. You kiss her, and she bites your bottom lip.

    “I need you too,” you whisper to her.

    “Mm,” she sits up and kisses your breast. They’re small, but she’s able to squeeze them and knead at them. “What does my love want?” She purrs as she kisses your strong stomach. 

    You smirk. “My love,” you say as you open your thighs. “I am at your mercy.”

    Her eyes go starry as she looks between your thighs. She touches your folds, coating her fingers in your wetness. She brings her fingers to her lips and licks them clean. “Mm,” she moans softly, dragging her palm down her skin. “What should I do to you?” She waves her hand over her middle, and you watch as vines grow around her hips and mound. They form together, creating a long, thick shape. You bite your lip, excited to feel such a thing inside you.

    “Do you know how to use that?” You tease as you lay back and grip the headboard.

    Amadi giggles. “You know I do.” She rubs the toy against my folds, coating it with my wetness.

    You moan softly, closing your eyes as you take in the sensation. “Hurry,” I mewl. “I need you.”

    “Of course my love,” she purrs. She slowly eases it inside, and your mouth hangs open. In this body, you have not yet had sex. It feels new and strange, but at the same time familiar and surprising. The texture of the vines feels so good inside, rubbing you. It stretches you, opening you up and plunging deep.

    “Beautiful.” Amadi reaches down, rubbing your clit as she starts to move inside you. She gasps and moans, the vines allow her to feel the pleasure of being inside you. “You’re so tight,” she grinds inside you. “It’s hard to move.”

    You gasp and shiver, feeling a tight pleasure in your chest. You arch your hips to meet her, wanting to explore more of her power inside you. “Amadi,” you moan. “Lay down.”

    “Oh? You sure?” She lays on her back, and you climb on top of her.

    “I am very sure,” you grin down at her as you take her back inside. You ease down on the phallus, grinding it inside you for a moment. Amadi whimpers, grasping her breasts and squeezing them as she gazes up at you. 

    You sit up a bit, you swirl your hips around, feeling her deep inside. You start to pant, feeling your blood boil. This old feeling is brand new to this body, and you’re overwhelmed by it. You gasp as you start to bounce, riding your queen towards release. You gasp and shudder, throbbing internally the more you move. You start to go faster and harder. You lean forward and thrust yourself back onto the viney cock. 

    Amadi whines and mewls, her fingers claw down your strong arms, leaving glowing cuts behind. You snarl, gritting your teeth as you feel your climax approaching. You squeezing tight around her, gasping for breath as every nerve in your body lights on fire. You cry out, rising up and arching you back deeply. You throw your head back, crowing to the gods. Inside you, the vines release a thick, warm fluid. You tremble with pleasure, slowly falling onto your queen, you face nestled between her bosoms.

    Amadi purrs, combing her fingers along your scalp. “My love,” she sighs.

    “I’m here,” you sigh. “I’ll move in a moment.” You gulp down a cold breath and kiss her chest and neck.

    “No,” she murmurs. “I missed this feeling.” She hugs you tight. “Your weight on top of me, your warmth and comfort. I feel so at home.”

    You lift up enough to kiss her and lick the tears from her cheeks. “I am sorry I must always make you wait,” you whisper. “But I will stay beside you for as long as this body allows me.”

    She gazes at me, and I feel so much love for this fantastic woman. “I know,” she whispers. “I cannot wait to share my life with you,” she says. “Again and again, I will always offer my heart to you.” She pets my scar and beams. “I can’t wait to view the roses with you.”

    “Me too,” you pull her into your strong arms. “I will place them in your hair, like always.”