Asteria Disgraced Fairy Princess

Asteria lay sprawled out, naked spare a thin drape of white silk, loosely covering her buttocks and milky, upper thighs. The excess material spilled over the edge of her bed onto the mossy, woodland floor of her living quarters.

She sighed, blowing a long strand of white, blonde hair out of her striking green eyes. It was a balmy midsummer's night and though she didn't sweat, for fairies do no such thing, she did feel uncomfortable but at least she had brought some relief to herself.

"What I would do to return to Chion!" She had exclaimed to nobody but the sticky, night air, "to wear my furs and capes, to flit around the icy caverns and dance in the powdery snow...this climate is just not for me!"

Asteria turned over, pulling the silk up and around her, her small breasts silhouetted against it, her hard areoles still aroused from where she'd just masturbated, grazing the delicate fabric. Six months she'd been here, six months and he had still not graced her presence.

She didn't know what she hated more, the fact she'd been given as though she were a gift, or that the bastard that she now called her husband or her master, (she was unsure which he was to her) hadn't laid a finger on her.

What was not to like? He hadn't even been the one to collect her from her father's palace, he'd sent Cullen, his trusted friend and advisor in his place. The journey from Cion to Dendron had been in complete silence, though he hadn't taken his beady black eyes off of her, not for even a second.

Her father had told her to watch her mouth, for he knew how loose her tongue could be. So although she could think of many things she wanted to say to this creep, she kept silent and gazed out as demurely as she could at the passing landscape.

"Their kind are not as ours are Asteria," Her father had told her, "Keep your opinions to yourself, ensure you always look your best and do exactly what is asked of you. Nothing can go wrong if you adhere to those simple rules. Don't disappoint me any more than you already have done, daughter."

What touching parting words for the man who had pulled her birthright from under her feet, all because he'd caught her in bed with her lover. And yet, she would make that same 'mistake' again in a heartbeat, if it meant spending five more minutes feeling the heat of her body against her lover's naked flesh.

At least her father knew now why she'd turned down every suitor that had come her way. Even from realms as far as Asphodel, where fairy connections had ceased for nearly three hundred years, they had come. Her mother thought she were mad to turn down the Prince of Asphodel, whose father has not long left to live. She would have been Queen within the year of a realm more powerful even than Cion.

Oh, and he was handsome, more handsome than any man she'd ever seen. Yet Asteria had not even considered it and why would she? Not only did her heart belong to another but she wanted to change the way things had been done for centuries in the fairy Kingdom. Asteria wanted to become Queen in her own right, of her own realm and reign over her people without needing to marry.

The knowledge of her remarkable beauty to be so far spread had made Asteria arrogant and this she supposed, had been her downfall. She'd become complacent, that she was above and beyond reproach for her actions. For she was Asteria, the Princess of the realm of Cion! The only child of the Great Fairy King Zephyr of the West! She could lay with who she wanted and wherever she wanted, even in her father's chambers!

Alas, that was a fatal error, though it had been such a thrill. She would never forget the look on her father's face when he saw Faye between her legs with her tongue deep inside the chasm of her innermost being. Asteria had been clutching at Faye's long curly auburn hair as she felt herself about to cum into her mouth when he'd burst into the room.

"He's got plenty of your kind to keep him occupied, your turn will soon come!" Helena had chuckled as she gently massaged her new charge's neck earlier that evening.

Asteria broke out of her reverie and snapped back to reality to being bathed by her lady-in-waiting. Helena, the slightly dull but useful mortal woman was in charge of making her life as comfortable as possible.

"At least you know you'll lie with him eventually. Me, I don't stand a chance. Count your blessings, my lady." Helena's massage finished, she gazed wistfully up at the crescent moon cutting into the blue-black sky above.

"That's exactly it Helena! I don't want to 'lie with him' as you call it. I just don't understand why he wouldn't want to lie with me! And why wouldn't he want to 'lie with you' anyway?" Asteria asked, letting out a soft moan as she laid back in the tub of warm, perfumed water, her breasts bobbing on the surface.

"I'm a mortal! We serve, we don't get a second look. He would never..." Helena broke off as though this were too painful a topic to continue, "I must say, my lady, that of all the fairies my King has collected, you are one of the most beautiful I have seen. I don't doubt it will be long before he claims you as his properly."

Asteria had rolled her eyes at that,

"Claims me as his properly, indeed!" she thought, why didn't Helena just come right out and say it, that the fairy King of this woodland realm was going to fuck her?

Ignoring Helena's presence, for she was not permitted to bathe alone, she had soaked in the tub for an age pondering on the ins and outs of what it might be like having to endure sex with a male. The water remained at a perfect temperature until she was finished bathing. There was one thing she supposed she did like about being in this realm, bathing in the open air of a hidden glen, under the starry sky and the overhanging canopy of trees. It felt.. magical.

But she'd not forget where she came from or where she truly belonged, she wouldn't allow the magic of this place to dull her resolve to free herself and return to Cion, to her lover, who must pine for her night and day as she did her. She would also never forgive her father either, not ever.

Asteria stood under the moonlight, the water glistening on her opaque skin. Helena draped a powder blue towelling robe with the royal crest on its breast over her. If Asteria was not mistaken, Helena stared a fraction longer than was necessary on her lithe naked body. Though Helena was mortal, she still had a woman's form and Asteria was hungry for attention, for the touch, the obsession, the passion, warmth of another.

Helena's gaze flickered up to hers and Asteria held it but it was Helena who looked away, that broke the moment before it could evolve into something else. 'Damn Helena and her wretched loyalty to the King!' Asteria internally fumed, for that was all it could have possibly been, she knew her maid wanted her. Dismissing Helena, she began retreating to her treetop lodgings for the night.

"I should really accompany you back to your living quarters-" Helena had begun but Asteria, irritated, waved her away, already flying up into the great oak that had been given to her. Despite being in a huff, she couldn't help but notice it was the most ancient and the most beautiful of all the trees in the wood.

So it was to be another night for Asteria to relieve herself, to let her nimble fairy hands stroke and caress and bring herself to the heights of pleasure. Except for tonight, it would be Helena, her mortal maid who she would think of as her strokes against her hairy mound grew more fervent. Yes, Helena and her voluptuous curves, her oversized, slightly drooping breasts and her unruly mop of brown hair hungrily searching the petite and delicate fairy for the answers to her longing.

As Asteria felt her climax nearing, she pictured those huge breasts swinging in her face and what it would feel to suck on such large nipples. She let out a guttural groan as in her mind's eye, her maid was grinding against her swollen clitoris hard and fast, she could almost feel the dampness of the mortal woman's pubic hair against her own. Asteria did feel guilty having these thoughts because she loved Faye, she really did.. but she came anyway.