"You think you can escape so easily," said a booming voice down the corridor. It was Aeronwen's father. He stood in the hallway, flanked by a battalion of soldiers. "Slay them," he said. "They are traitors."
The soldiers rushed forward, spears held in front of them. Aisling raised a hand, said a word, and an explosion ripped through the corridor, killing all of them in a single blow. She stepped forward toward King Elgar. He drew his sword.
"Stay back," he said, his voice shaking.
"Shall I slay him, Aeronwen?" asked the elf woman.
"No," she said. "Disarm him."
Aisling spoke a word and his sword flew from his hands, clanging on the flagstones. Aeronwen stepped forward. "Do not attempt to make any move, or she will kill you in an instant."
Her father cowered before her. She reached forward and plucked the crown from his head, placing it on hers. "You are hereby banished from my province," she said, "With no exceptions barring one--that you accept me as your daughter."
"This I cannot do," said Elgar.
"Then begone. My soldiers will see to it that you cross the border and never return."
Later that day, Aeronwen took the throne. She made a royal decree that anyone who saw her father return to the province should alert the authorities so that he might be put in the dungeons.
That night, Aeronwen and Aisling lay in the royal bedchambers. "You know," said Aisling, "I brought your present with me when I came here. Would you like me to use it?"
Aeronwen smiled. "More than anything." The women took off their gowns and kissed for a while, Aisling on top of Aeronwen. Aisling sucked at Aeronwen's nipples, biting them tenderly. Then she sucked the other woman's penis until she was close to orgasm.
"Not yet," said Aisling, removing her mouth. She took the glass object and inserted the phallic end into her vagina, coating it in her wetness. Then, she removed it, and placed the bulb inside of her. "Lie prone for me, my love. Put a pillow under your hips."
Aeronwen did as she was told, her penis aching with desire. The elf woman straddled her, bending down to place the tip of the object against her opening. Gently, she pressed forward, and the tip slid inside of Aeronwen. It was a sensation unlike any she had experienced before. Aisling pushed forward once again, until the object was all the way inside of her. Her prostate sang with pleasure at the movement. Slowly, the elf woman drew the implement in and out. Aeronwen moaned loudly.
"Aisling," she said softly, "You can fuck me harder if you'd like.
"I would love to," said the elf woman. She picked up speed, and the pleasure in Aeronwen's prostate grew to heights she had only experienced during orgasm--but she had not orgasmed yet. She moaned freely. "Yes, Aisling, just like that, that feels--oh I can't even describe it."
The pleasure grew and grew, until Aeronwen felt her orgasm begin, though it was unlike any orgasm she'd had before. Pleasure radiated out from her prostate. Electric waves flowed through her body, down to her toes and up to the crown of her head. It did not stop for some time. She heard herself scream into the bed with pleasure. "Oh my god, I love you Aisling." She said the words without meaning to, and was immediately stricken with fear that Aisling wouldn't feel the same.
"I love you too, Aeronwen," said the elf woman.
Aisling cleaned them up with her magic and the two women cuddled close that night, wrapped in eachothers arms. Aeronwen fell asleep on Aisling's breast, and she slept more deeply and peacefully than she ever had before.
The two of them lived in the castle together for the rest of their days, making love as frequently as they held hands. They were happy.
