My dear Lady Daphne, pardon my boldness, but I thought that you would find some amusement in this. It's the first chapter of a clandestine book that is making the rounds among some reserved circles in Europe. That should be expected, I presume, since your exploits have become almost the stuff of legend. I assure you that the edition is quite presentable, and even the pictures are quite flattering --- although, of course, they don't make justice to the original.
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Lady Daphne was in a splendid state of ennui. No surprise there; sometimes boredom seemed to her to be the main component of the universe. Adventures were her forte, but Europe during high summer did not offer any excitement, only sweltering heat and the gossip at the fashionable resorts. The Faerie princess did not fancy any of those, though, especially since she hadn't done anything memorable for a couple of months and she hated not being the absolute centre of attention; let them think that her disappearance was the harbinger of a tale full of daring and daring-do, hairbreadth escapes and, of course, romance.
She had no doubt that something like that would happen sooner or later; if her friends in Bavaria did not come up with some earth-shaking crisis, her own cousin Auberon was certain to raise a little hell of his own; thinking on his latest farce even brought a fleeting smile to her perfect lips.
Ah, but the long dull now between adventures was almost too much to bear. At least, she thought, she had her own methods of fighting those long hours of nothing.
She was reclined on an ottoman, wearing a negligee just a little less diaphanous than a dragonfly's wings. Her red hair was free, and fell like a cascade over her white shoulders when she reached for a nearby drawer. A fortunate observer would have been able to clearly see not only her magnificent curves, but even to easily discern her beautiful nipples and her small patch of dark-red hair on her mons veneris; if this fortunate observer was indeed observant, he would also notice that the nipples were rather hard and that a furtive glint peeked now and then between her nether hairs.
From the drawer, Lady Daphne got a reddish phallus --- very lifelike, but also very larger than life. She licked it a little, thinking for a moment how her glamour helped give her toy the flavour and smell of the real thing, but her small mouth could not accommodate the girth of the large member. Throwing aside the folds of her almost-invisible garment, the elvish lady reclined herself a bit more on the ottoman, at the same time spreading her supple legs and revealing to the fortunate ceiling the secret glint between her legs.
The dildo, already lubricated with her saliva, easily slid up and down the lips of her sex, while she teased herself. After a few moments, however --- her shallow breath revealing the excitement she was feeling --- she plunged the member all the way inside, gasping and experimenting her first orgasm of the afternoon. She pumped her toy a few more times, but she didn't came again; rather, she was almost priming herself for what was to come.
