Lina pulled the skirt and top from her body, fuming. Grabbing her favorite ivy inspired outfit, the leaves just barely covering her ample curves, she glared around the lavish room. "We are more and more like humans every day! Fae's used to be free flying creatures. The forest was happier then, more prosperous. Now there is nothing but rules and regulations," she muttered, pulling the pins out of her waist length auburn hair, combing the curls with her fingers until they fell over her shoulders and around her barely clad body. "You can't wear anything that might seem inappropriate if you are a lady of the court. Those outfits of yours Lina, they are too much like a pixie's outfit. You are a fairy, a ruler of this forest! You must behave like one. No more flying off whenever you have a whim. And please, please, treat the men of the court with respect. You are old enough to be married soon, and yet you treat all the men as playthings, sleeping with whom you will, when you will." Her mother's words flitted through her mind as she scrubbed off the makeup her mother's servants had painstakingly applied during the lecture two candlemarks before. Throwing open the windows of her room, she tossed the betrothal ring the ancient lord had placed on her finger only moments before.
I am not a human to be bartered for better standing in the court for my parents. I will not be chained to a doddering fool. Nor to someone I don't love. Ever! I am a strong intelligent woman who thinks for herself. If mother and father wanted a drone to parrot their words and ideas and do exactly what they want, they should have had a human girl! These thoughts ran through her mind as she spread her large gossamer wings wide and took off from the window sill. In moments, she left the castle of the King and Queen behind her, losing herself in the forest surrounding the Fae city of Karlin.
As she wove through the tall, ancient trees, her fury started to abate, leaving her scared and lonely. Even her sister Mira, her dearest friend, had thought there was nothing wrong with the marriage her parents wanted to trap her in. No one had stood up for her at that long table. Not even Gaset, the man she had been dallying with lately. His eyes had met hers and his green wings and drooped, but he said nothing. Not that she had wanted to marry him. No, Gaset was fine for an evening's worth of fun, but she wanted to marry a man she loved, and he was just a mere friend. Then, there was the fear of her parent's reaction when she returned. She had stormed from the room, leaving them to face Lord Lakin, her soon to be husband. She had cost her parents face in front of the entire court, and she knew that is would cost her in return.
She felt tears come to her large violet eyes as she started to head for the ground. Her bare feet touched the soft grass and she folded her wings tightly against her, the color matching her eyes perfectly. She tried to muster the anger she had felt in her room, but nothing came but the fear and loneliness. She wrapped her slim arms around herself and walked through the dappled dimness, not even seeing her path, knowing she could fly out of reach of danger in an instance. Half a candlemark later, she heard splashing, the sound pulling her out of her thoughts. Curiosity pushed aside her turmoil as she ducked low behind some bushes to peer through the green foliage at the small pond before her. Peering through the leaves, she gasped at the sight before her. A creature she had never seen, but resembled an elf, was bathing naked in the pond. He was taller then the men of her land, but shorter then the elves her people traded with. His lean, muscular body glistened with water, his skin dark as night. His long white hair spoke of old age to her, but his handsome, unlined face placed him closer to her own age.
She bit her lip to hold back the gasp of surprise when he opened his eyes and she looked into vivid red eyes. Darting back into the brush, she let the leaves fall back, blocking her view of the strange man. For a moment, she considered leaving the creature to his bath and continuing on her walk. But, just as fast as it took the thought to cross her mind, she discarded it, her curiosity urging her to stay and watch. Settling herself in a more comfortable spot, she breathed a spell to keep the bugs away from her and then parted the leaves again. By now the strange man was lathering his long hair with soap, a look of pure joy on his handsome face. Lina watched entranced as he dipped under the water to rinse the soap out. When he stood up fully, she had to bite back another gasps of surprise.
His member, still soft, rivaled the men of her race. She could feel herself growing moist under her ivy leaves from just looking at it. It hung proudly, just begging to be kissed and caressed. And Lina wanted to be the one to do so. One slim hand slipped between her thighs, touching her aching clit as she used the tip of one wing to caress her already stiff nipples. She watched as the man walked to the far shore of the pond, done with his bath. He lay down on the soft grass of the bank, pillowing his head with his arms and staring up at the clouds. He looked so relaxed and at peace, she envied him. He probably had not a care in the world, unlike her. But despite her jealousy, her fingers danced over her stiffening clit, her large violet eyes riveted to the dark figure before her.
She bit her lip again as she felt her body heat up even more. Dipping one long finger inside her dripping sheath, she closed her eyes and envisioned it was the dark stranger who was caressing her g-spot, pressing firmly and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She could feel his touch, feather light, on her nipple, sending throbs of pleasure through her body to center in her sensitive clit. Slipping her other hand over her body, she made it into his hand, picturing the skin tone difference, his darkness against her paleness. The thought made her hotter, never having experienced anything like that before. She wondered how much he would fill her tiny body and if it would hurt her if he did.
She leaned back forgetting her surroundings, her body falling out of the bush, the long auburn strands of her hair fanning out onto the water. In her mind's eye, she saw the dark stranger coming to her and loving her. His hands and mouth on her body were both loving and tender. Moaning softly, she felt herself reach the edge of her climax. Lina opened her eyes to watch the stranger, holding off her climax until she could see him. But with a start, she realized the far bank was empty. And that she was clearly exposed, her leaves pushed aside to reveal her large breasts with their tight, hard nipples. Caution overcame her desire as she scrambled up, pulling the leaves back into place. Sucking on her fingers, relishing the taste of her own juices, she searched for any sign of that tall man.
