Morgan knelt before her father, the blue and silver gem crystals of her skirt resting on the ground around her bent legs. Silently she regarded her father as he sat on his throne before her. His expression told her what he was going to say. She had been caught again and once more he would admonish her. She had heard it all before.
"What do you have to say for yourself, child?" he thundered. "This is the fourth time you have been found with a human in my palace. While it is fine to cavort with them on their plane, you know they must not be bought here. Do you understand what might happen if one of their kind was able to find his way back here?"
"You needn't concern yourself, father. I make sure they are in no condition to find their way anywhere long before I ever bring them here."
"But, I do concern myself, daughter, I think it might be you who is in no condition find her way, when you are so hot between the stems."
Despite herself, Morgan could not completely stifle the smile that crossed her lips. Yes, she certainly did get hot between the stems. The thought of a human cock entering her made her pause for a moment. They were so big, and so helpless when she used her magic on them. She could do what she wanted with them. Have them worship her. Have them bathe and massage her. But, most of all she liked it when she had them lick her cunt and then fuck her. Because humans were so much bigger than fairies, the tallest fairy being no more than four and half feet tall, rare was the male fairy as well endowed as the average human male, she could not help but want to fuck the poor things.
"You're thinking about having your way with a human right now, aren't you?" her father demanded, abruptly ending her daydream.
"No, father, I wasn't."
"That is it, I have made my decision. You will marry immediately."
"Please, Father, no!" she cried.
"Yes you will. I have decided. You will marry Witch-Hazel tomorrow."
Morgan grimaced in disgust. Witch-Hazel was such a jerk, always trying to be so right and proper. He was always trying to correct her, admonishing her to follow all the rules. Morgan found him even more tiresome than all the rules he was always telling her to follow. She had never seen what the point of being a fairy was if she couldn't use her magic to do whatever she wanted to do. Besides, she thought, I am sure his cock is minuscule.
Without moving her head she looked around the room to find Witch-Hazel. He stood in the place he always stood at the side of the room, with the rest of her father's courtiers. He had a smirk on his face. I can't believe father wants me to marry him, she thought. He is such a jerk.
Her father ignored her inattention. "Preparations will be made, and tomorrow night at the Fairy Ring you and Witch-Hazel will wed, with all the ceremonies proper for a royal wedding. Away now daughter I have much work to do to make this happen. Go to your chambers and start your preparation for tonight you will set yourself away as our custom demands. Away child."
Morgan rose to her feet and left the throne room as silently as she could, hoping not to attract the attention of any of the court of fairies that accompanied her father. She did not need to worry because as soon as she got up her father began screaming out commands to his court. They were soon too busy preparing her wedding to notice her as she retreated to her chambers.
Fairy custom demanded that a bride spend the night before her wedding alone. Similar to human custom where it is believed to be bad luck if the bride and groom see each other on their wedding day, so to with fairies. The groom is expected to go out among humans and sew his wild oats with human maidens, and the bride is expected to shut herself up in her room, so that there is no chance that she will encounter the groom as he goes about his sewing.
While the fairies are fickle beings, in matters of marriage they were adamant. Once a couple had been joined they would always be married, and because the fairy life span usually lasted centuries that could seem like an eternity. While there were generally no expectations that a fairy would always remain faithful to their spouse, she could think of at least three ways where it could be ensured magically. Witch-Hazel was just the kind of jerk that would do something like that to her.
When she got to her room she flung herself back upon her bed, the gems of her skirt tinkling as she hit the mattress. Why did she have to marry Witch-Hazel, it just was not fair. Although he was not bad looking with his fair skin and spiked green hair, he could be so annoying. She had known for quite a while that he had feelings for her. At least that was how she had always interpreted his constant corrections. He must be enjoying this, knowing that she had no way of getting out of marrying him. Knowing that she could not risk disobeying her father. Doing so would mean exile and with her banishment from the fairy kingdom all her magics would be forfeit. She could not imagine living without magic. "What am I supposed to do, go and live with the humans?" she asked herself.
Lying supine on her bed she turned her head to the side and saw her diamond dildo lying out on the top of her nightstand. Carved from a single stone, it was the size and shape of an erect human penis. What I wouldn't give for one of those right now, she thought to herself. Yes, she would have to escape from the palace and get herself one, especially because tonight would probably be her last opportunity to have a human cock inside of her.
Getting out of bed she walked across her room to her wardrobe. Wearing the jeweled skirt and corset that she had on to the human plane was out of the question. She took them off and replaced them with a white cotton v-neck blouse that did little to hide her ample braless cleavage and a red plaid kilt. Sitting down on her bed she took off her sapphire stiletto heels and stockings, replacing them with white knee socks and black leather low-heel pumps. Getting up she walked back to her wardrobe and put the clothes she had taken off away. She then checked herself in the mirror inside of the wardrobe door. The makeup spell she had used this morning was still in place. Picking up a brush from the shelf in the wardrobe she ran it a few times through her long black hair. She took a step back from the mirror so that she could look herself over. Turning to the left and then to the right she made sure that she looked like a Celtic lass and except for her wings the effect was complete. After placing her brush back on the shelf in the wardrobe she took her shoulder bag with all the ingredients for her spells off of the hook on the side of the wardrobe and slung it over her shoulder.
With her appearance taken care of she began the preparations for the glamour spell that would keep her absence from the palace a secret. It had been a long time since she learned spells to elude the palace's magical defenses, but tonight's spell would require something more than she used before. The glamour she used tonight would need to respond to questions spoken through the door. It was quite possible that some of her girlfriends would come to be with her, on this the night before her nuptials, even though fairy custom was to for her to shut herself up alone in her room. The spell would have to remind whoever was asking that custom dictated that she should be left alone. She was sure that any member of the court would obey and leave her alone. The spell was based on a candle that burned in the candleholder on her nightstand. She prepared the candles herself with thistle blossoms and thorns mixed into the wax. The thistle, with its pretty purple flower, defends itself with thorns, making it the perfect essence to call upon in spell to hold the illusion of her staying in her room. Taking one of the candles she placed it into the candleholder and lit it with a flame she generated from her finger. Concentrating on the burning candle she began chanting,
"Illusion of my presence
This room to fill
For any who might spy