The Tale Of The Fae Cunt

A young prince was traveling through the woods after a hunt. He had been separated from his friends during the chase, and now plodded his way back home, slashing his sword through the thicket. Although he wore heavy armor, he walked alongside his horse rather than ride, for the poor thing had lamed itself.

The prince at long last came upon a stream. The water was as clear as crystal, irresistible to the prince in his hot armor. He sank to his knees on the bank and took a drink, then washed his face in the cold water, then sat back beside the stream to rest. Groaning, the prince unbuckled his chest plate and several other pieces of armor. He set them aside, then lay down on the invitingly soft moss.

When the prince awoke, night was soon to fall. He cursed his foolishness; now he would have to set up camp. He would be very late returning from the hunt, and his friends would tease him. The prince began to prepare his tent, when suddenly he was startled by the apparition of a lady. She stood by the edge of the stream, uncommonly tall, and with locks of shining silver hair falling in beautiful spirals all the way down to her waist.

"Who goes there?" the prince asked, hand upon the hilt of his sword.

"It is you who trespass on us," said the lady. "You came by sleep to the fae country. You are welcome."

The hair raised on the prince's arms. He knelt before the lady, too afraid to raise his head.

"Rise," the lady said. "Make yourself comfortable while you are here. But be forewarned--any gifts given thee, you must be prepared to return in one year's time."

The prince had heard strange tales of the fae and the laws that governed them. But their most solemn law was hospitality. Perhaps the prince could trust he would be safe, since the lady had made him her guest.

"Gladly," the prince said, raising his head. Whatever comforts the lady could provide, he could certainly afford to return from his royal coffers. "Thank you, fair one."

The lady smiled. She stepped back into the brook with a delicate bare foot, and her form became that of a ten-foot wave. She crashed into the crystal water, spilling some over the edges of the bank. The prince's heart hammered at the spectacle.

When he finally turned his back on the water to resume setting up his camp, he saw that a table had appeared, laid with steaming platters of poultry dressed in herbs, roast lamb, herring, butter, bread, and fine, plump fruits from all seasons of the year. The prince's mouth watered. With a shaking hand, he served himself from the fairy table. He only needed to remember the date, so that he could repay the lady with silver hair one year from today. He would be sure to prepare a feast of the same quality.

The prince ate until he was satisfied. The sky had darkened, but there was no cause for concern. As soon as the prince rose from the table, the table and all of its offerings disappeared, and silver lamps appeared to take its place. They lit the perimeter of the fairy's clearing, and their light revealed the lady's next gift: a bath. The porcelain tub was filled with hot clean water. The prince quickly doffed the rest of his armor and climbed naked into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature to soothe his aching muscles. He groaned as he relaxed stiff legs, arms, and shoulders. Eventually, he remembered to wash himself. When he had finished, he stood from the tub. He stepped carefully onto the moss, beads of water running down his body, and looked for some means to dry himself. On the other side of the clearing, there was a canopy strung between four trees. He made his way in that direction.

The prince ducked under the flap on one side of the canopy. There was a bed waiting for him, upon which were laid out fresh clothes. Beside the bed was a little table with a bottle of wine and a single goblet. And across from the bed, peeking through the tent flaps, was a cock. The prince had been about to pour himself a glass of wine, but he set the glass and bottle down. He approached the tent flap, which fluttered lightly in the breeze.

"Hello?" he asked quietly. There came no answer. He stared down at the member, flacid, crowned by silver curls of hair. The prince pulled the tent flap aside, and the vision disappeared. He looked out onto the rest of the lady's clearing. The prince replaced the flap, and the vision returned. The cock looked so soft and inviting, blush pink.

The prince's heart fluttered. Fae hospitality could not be underestimated. The prince hadn't had cock for years--not since his tutor had been sent away.

Hesitatingly, the prince extended a finger. He brushed his knuckle over the underside of the cock a few times. It began to twitch to life. He gasped and pulled his hand away, heart thudding. He stared at the member, beginning to salivate. His own cock was standing hard, and he stroked it idly as he considered what to do. If he sucked the apparition of a cock, then according to the lady, in one year's time the gift must be returned. Didn't that mean that in one year's time, a visitor would come calling and the prince would have to play the apparition's role? He stroked himself a few more times, imagining the silver-haired lady naked, her lips closing around the head of his cock.

The prince got on his knees before the member. He extended his tongue, then licked the head. He lapped his tongue over the slit a few times, feeling pleased as the cock began to grow bigger. As it stood upright, the prince licked up the underside, relishing the salty taste. Finally, with a quiet moan, the prince fed the head into his mouth. He bobbed his head, trying not to choke on the intrusion. The cock had become quite large--the prince couldn't manage to swallow it all the way to the base. Breathing through his nose, the prince struggled to suck the cock, his jaw open uncomfortably wide. He fucked his own throat on it, pulse wild, drool running down his chin. He whimpered at the taste of precome thick in his mouth and kept going, his own cock painfully hard.

The prince had to take a break; he pulled off the cock, a long line of drool slowly dribbling from the tip. The cock was cherry red, come beading at the tip. The prince caught his breath. He gripped himself in his hand and stroked a few times, then caught the head of the cock apparition between his lips. He swallowed it down as far as he could, pulled off, and swallowed it down again. He moaned as he brought himself close, fucking his throat harder. His cock pulsed in his hand, releasing a stream of come up his stomach. The cock in his mouth released down his throat. Tears escaped the corners of the prince's eyes as he struggled not to choke. He raised his hand, slippery with his own come, to stroke the balls that released pulse after pulse down his throat.

The prince finally pulled himself off the cock. He panted, catching his breath. A year from today, the fae lady was going to give him some very good head. Licking his swollen lips, he surged up and caught the cock in his mouth again. His knees were starting to ache, but there was nothing so sweet as the feeling of a cock hardening against one's tongue. It took longer, this time, to bring the cock to orgasm. The prince sucked dutifully, rocking forward on his knees, aware of his own cock becoming hard again and throbbing in the cool night air. Again, he pulled off the apparition.

The prince got shakily to his feet. He brought the table over so that he would have something to lean on, then put his back to the apparition. He slid back so the cock nudged over his asshole. He teased himself there for a while, precome dripping into his entrance, before sliding his hips back so that the cock fucked between his thighs. The prince keened softly as the cock rubbed against the underside of his own member.

The prince rutted back against the apparition, his thighs slick like a woman's from the cock's precome. The sound of the cock between his thighs was wet and lewd, its balls slapping against the prince's legs every time he thrust back. The cock pulsed a stream of come between the prince's legs, and a few strokes later, the prince came again as well.

Again, the prince caught his breath. He leaned forward against the table, and the cock flopped down against his ass. Even at that meager stimulation, the cock shot another stream of come into the cleft of his ass.

"You're not done?" The prince said tiredly. He rocked his hips back, shuddering as the come dribbled down over his asshole. The cock was still hard, so the prince continued, rubbing the underside of the cock against his slick asshole. As for himself, he was too tired to get hard again, but it still felt nice. The cock shot another load up the prince's back, and finally softened.

The prince pulled himself away. He had come on his face, stomach, thighs, and back. He pulled the tent flap aside to look out into the clearing, but sure enough, just as the table had disappeared after dinner, the porcelain tub had also vanished. The prince wiped himself clean as best he could, then collapsed into the bed for the most restful sleep he'd had in a long time.

*

The next morning, the prince awoke in great spirits. He rose from bed and saw that the apparition of the cock was no longer there. If not for his sore knees and the come dried between his legs, the prince would have thought he had dreamed it up.

The prince went down to the stream to bathe before breakfast. The cool water soothed his sore knees. He relaxed in the water for a while, until he noticed an odd shape on the opposite side of the stream. The prince waded over to the opposite bank, which was formed by several boulders. Indeed, he had not seen an illusion after all. Wedged among the boulders, as if stuck trying to climb through a tight gap, was the lower half of a body. Only their ass and thighs were visible above the water.

"My God," the prince exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

No answer came, at least none that could be heard above the sound of the brook. The prince wondered if this was an apparition too. How could he test it? He could see a pair of legs through the clear water, but when he reached his hand down to touch one of them, he never made contact. The prince tried repeatedly, but it appeared that some magic was at work.

This too was part of the lady's hospitality, then. The prince gave the ass a thoughtful squeeze, and the legs jerked apart, as if startled. The prince reached around, feeling for their cock, and gave it a few strokes; it leapt to attention in his hand, already weeping from the tip.

The prince felt a thrum of excitement. He took the ass in both hands and kneaded the cheeks apart, exposing a tight pink ring. The prince sighed in appreciation. He spat on it, and it clenched tightly.

The prince rubbed one finger against the ring, massaging his spit against it. The ring reacted to him wonderfully, trying to swallow the tip of his finger. He pushed it inside until he met too much resistance. The prince pulled and kneaded at both cheeks in turn, but the hole wouldn't open.

Carefully, the prince withdrew his finger. He reached around for their cock and began to tug on it. Their hips jerked and twitched as the prince pulled them off, quickly and utilitarianly forcing them to come into his palm.

The prince was very hard now, watching their asshole clench open and closed in the wake of their orgasm. The prince carefully held their come in his hand; he began to work a glob of it into their hole. They jerked against his finger, their asshole much more relaxed now that they'd had an orgasm. They swallowed his finger quickly, and the prince was able to work a second inside them, their ass making a lewd squelching sound as they were lubricated by their own come.

The prince fucked two fingers into them for a little while, until finally he couldn't wait any longer. He carefully withdrew his fingers and lined up the dripping head of his cock. The prince eased his cock inside their asshole all the way down to the hilt. However, his own precome wasn't enough to lubricate them. He reached around again, taking the apparition's hard cock into his hand and pumping them fast and hard toward another orgasm. Their asshole clenched around his cock as they came hard into his palm for the second time. The prince groaned at the pleasant squeeze.

He pulled out, lubed up their insides and his cock with the thick, warm come, and pushed inside of them again. They were so tight, the prince almost came right away. He took a deep breath, then chose a gentle pace. He slid his cock in and out, watching the pink ring stretch to take him. He squeezed the trembling thighs in his hands, kneading the soft, womanly skin. He fucked a little harder, breathing heavily as the squelching sound of his cock became loud enough to hear over the stream. It wasn't long before he lost control of himself, slamming into their tight hole as they clenched around him. He plunged into them and came, filling them with pulse after pulse of his come. He reached around for their cock, but they were already softening; perhaps they had come for a third time while he'd been inside them. Or maybe their body couldn't take three orgasms in a row.

The prince caught his breath with his cock still inside of them. He teased a finger appreciatively over their stretched ring, making them clench down on him again. It felt good on his softening cock. The prince continued to tease their rim and knead and pinch their ass idly. The more they clenched around him, the harder the prince got.

It would be a shame to waste all that lubrication, he thought. He moved his hips gently in and out, sliding easily inside of them. His half-hard cock swelled up as he rubbed it against their clenching walls. He fucked them less urgently, taking his time. He brought himself close to orgasm, then held off, slowing his pace again. He pulled his cock all the way out just to watch the head breach their hole again. He would fuck them hard, slamming his cock into them, only to pull out, play with their wet rim with his fingers for a while, and push back into them again. The prince passed more than an hour in the stream before he at last came inside them again. When he reached around for their cock, it was so hard that the barest grasp of his hand caused them to come, their balls pulsing what felt like endless streams of come.

The prince sighed contentedly, his eyes admiring the well-fucked asshole. It was such an appealing sight that he would have fucked them again if he had the energy. Perhaps if he had some breakfast first. The prince washed himself again in the stream and dressed. But after breakfast, the apparition in the stream had vanished.

The prince readied himself to depart the fae's hospitality. He was just going down to the brook to fill his waterskin when he saw a third apparition. A smooth river stone no bigger than his hand sat by the water's edge. The prince extended his hand, his heart hammering. On the stone's surface, shimmering like a gemstone, was a pink cunt. The prince stroked a finger through the silver bush. He drew it down to the wet labia, exploring the folds. A clitoris raised from the folds as the cunt grew more aroused. The prince withdrew his finger. He had already realized over breakfast that he had a rather brutal fucking coming his way one year from now.

The cunt presented a puzzle. He didn't have one himself, so how could anything he did to this one be 'returned'? Hesitantly, the prince lifted the stone and the cunt with it. It seemed a terrible shame to leave it behind unused, but after coming twice before breakfast, he didn't have it in him.

The prince went on his way. He soon escaped the forest and he and his horse took a familiar road home. The castle gates opened to admit him and his limping horse.

The prince was teased by his friends for arriving a full day after the hunt had concluded. The prince finished out his duties as host and enjoyed the pleasant company of the visiting lords. When the season ended, his friends went on their way--some back to their own lands, some on quests of personal importance. The prince had by that time forgotten about the strange prize he had brought back with him from his fae hostess. He had stowed it away by his bedside for safe-keeping, and had been too busy with his guests to investigate further. It was perhaps a week after their departure that the prince thought to check if the prize was still there.

He looked, and indeed it was: a river stone, one face of which was a cunt. The prince stroked over the pubic hair as he thought about what to do. The lady had not said he could not bring any of her gifts away with him. And the prince could not think how he could 'return' the gift if he fucked the cunt. The fae were known to be very strict on their definitions--if he had fucked a cunt, they could not fuck his mouth or ass and call it equivalent. No, it was a cunt for a cunt, without exception. Just stroking over the mound, the prince was beginning to get hard. He freed himself from his hose.

That meant, he supposed, that he had gotten away with it. He could do whatever he wanted to this pussy, and there would be no way for the fae to collect what was owed. Later the prince would realize that he was thinking more with his cock than his brains when he drew this conclusion, but by then it was too late. The prince spread the pussy lips with his fingers and held it up against his cock. He slapped his cock against it a few times, which was all it took for the pussy to become dripping wet. He lined the tight hole up against the head of his cock and gently pushed, relishing the resistance. He removed the head of his cock from inside with a gentle pop. Getting excited, the prince lifted the cunt up to his face. He licked the tight hole, wagging his tongue inside. He pulled back and sucked the clit into his mouth, then tongued the slick entrance, then sucked the clit again. The pussy clenched as it orgasmed. Oh, what a remarkable toy the prince had in the palm of his hand. He pushed the throbbing cunt down onto his cockhead, easing himself inside. He moaned softly at the feeling of the cunt contracting around his cock. Only when the cunt began to relax again did the prince start to fuck it. He rammed himself into it, bashing his cock deep inside. He chased his orgasm desperately and came in barely two minutes. Breathing heavily, the prince pulled the pussy off his cock. His own come dribbled out of it, dripping down onto him. The cunt twitched, the clit standing hard. The prince set it down beside his bed, watching his come flow out with each throb.

Before long it was the prince's habit to masturbate into the fae cunt morning and night, and sometimes during the day if his schedule was not too busy. He didn't give much consideration to whether the cunt reached orgasm, fucking it as he would his own hand.

The prince remembered well the date that he would be expected to return the fae lady's hospitality. He prepared a sumptuous feast, to the confusion of his household, who had not known the prince to have issued any invitation. When the appointed day arrived, the prince paced anxiously in his receiving room.

The servants were shocked upon the arrival of a train of silver carriages. A host of fairy servants arrived with their mistress, the lady with the long silver curls. Her gown was in a strange style, the silk as fluid as water. Beside her was a beautiful knight, his armor the color of moonlight. The prince swallowed as he came down to meet them. The knight had silver hair like the lady, but his curls were cropped just below the ear. Like the lady, his features were smooth and youthful, though his jaw was masculine where hers was soft.

"Welcome," the prince said, struggling for words in the presence of such beauties. "You are both very welcome. You must be tired, please come and rest."