"I'm sorry King Richard. This boy is a bastard. His blood is evil. He carries a curse with him. You got to get rid of him. If not, he would bring the Kingdom's doom with him."
Chapter three: the Song of the Fairies
Edward pushed the small bush aside, and entered the forest. The forest of the lost souls, this was the name people used to call it. He remembered the stories very well, uncle Marr used to tell them around the fire. Stories, about men who didn't come back, about a song in the middle of the night, a beautiful voice, music, and when you follow the song, you see the fairies, and then, you're lost.
The first task; rape a fairy. This ugly witch must want his doom to send him for such a perilous task. Was it a trap? No, uncle Marr sent him to her. Uncle Marr told him before he died:
"Edward, if you want to remove the curse, go to Shar. No one can help you other than Shar."
If he trusted someone in this filthy world, he trusted uncle Marr. He was the one who found him in the forest, raised him as a kid, told him who he was. He felt lonely without uncle Marr, lonely and hated, the bastard boy, the prince who carried the curse..
Suddenly, he heard the sound, a faint sound, music, coming behind the thick tress. The golden light of the moon covered his road, leading him, tempting him, showing the path to his demise. A cautious instinct and some memories from childhood told him to turn back and leave immediately. But the music was beautiful, the moonlight alluring, and the task, the curse, remember the curse, this was the reason of his coming here.
He advanced with sure steps, following the golden path, following the music. The sound became more distinct, it was a song, a heavenly song. He wanted to dance. He wanted to weep.
He saw the fairy at the end of the path. A bright light was dancing around her and mixing with moonlight, a golden light in the midst of night. Her eyes were innocent. They were staring at him. Her transparent wings moved with the song. She was wearing a sheer green dress which hanged on her slim shoulders and reached to her thighs. God, how beautiful and charming was she! She filled him with awe and respect. She smiled, he dropped on his knees. She touched his cheeks with her soothing hand. Suddenly, her remembered the witch, her ugly hand touching his dick, the task, the curse, raping the fairy..
He pushed the fairy against the tree. One of her wings broke. The fairy moaned in pain. She stared at him, not comprehending why he did that.
Edward stood up, walked towards the fairy, pulled her thin dress, tore it apart. The fairy covered her small breast with her hands. No mercy, under the moon. Edward removed her hands, exposing her tiny pink nipples. He squeezed them with his hands, kissed them with his teeth, licked them. He was overcome by lust by now, and lust was what he needed to complete his task. He pushed the fairy on the ground, held tight her thighs, and pushed them against her chest. Her lovely pussy was exposed for him, leaking her fairy juice which made a shiny trail between her pussy and asshole. He held his cock and guided it between her pink lips. She was unbelievably tight. His cock pressed against a thin membrane, which gave away when he pressed further, causing a flood of warm juice to dampen his balls. He tasted it, it was honey. Damn, she was really tight.
Edward looked at the fairy's face and felt a punch on his stomach when he realized that the fairy was still singing, a different song, a sad song, while looking at the moon..
To be continued..
