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."

Once they stepped across the castle threshold, their silver carriages and servants all vanished into the air, causing the prince's servants to gasp--and some to faint.

The prince had anxiously reviewed every event of that night one year previous. Every drink of water must be accounted for and repaid with ceremony. He led them to a sumptuously laid table, where the two fae took opposite heads. The prince was just beginning to relax when the lady took her first bite of stewed venison and gave a small sound of approval. However, he became quite nervous again when he realized that the knight had not a single thing on his plate. He sat placidly, watching his twin eat, and accepted nothing.

"Is there anything I can offer sir?" the prince asked. "You need only name your desire."

The knight turned a frosty glare on the prince. He stared down the table at him from under silver eyelashes; the prince's heart pounded under the unrelenting gaze.

When the lady had finished eating, she laid her utensils down gently upon the table.

"Thank you for a delicious meal. Where may we go to bathe?"

The prince had made very specific demands of his servants as for the bathing situation. His own tub was the finest available, and the bath would be drawn in his own private bedchambers. The servants must refresh the hot water constantly in an effort to replicate the magically warmed water that had been the prince's comfort in the clearing last year. As per his demands, the bath was already ready when he led his two fae guests upstairs.

"If I had realized there would be two of you, I would have made better preparations," he said. "I can have another bath drawn right away. The guest chambers..."

"I refuse," the knight said.

"You may as well treat him as though he is not here," said the lady with a gentle smile. She shed her dress with inhuman grace, exposing her nude form. "He won't be forthcoming until one month and one fortnight from today."

The prince was stunned by the news that the fae intended to be his guests for so long. He would need to inform his servants as soon as possible. His attention was jolted from his calculations as the lady turned in his direction. Her long silver hair grazed over two perfect little breasts with rose-pink nipples, and down below was a cock the prince recognized well. He'd thought back many times to the night he'd sucked off the apparition through the tent flap, and this large cock hanging between the lady's legs was the very same one. The lady stepped into the warm water and gave the prince a soft smile as she sat down. A few minutes later, as ordered, a servant came to refresh the water with a hot kettle. The prince's servants washed and combed her hair while she relaxed in the bath, her eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

The prince caught the eye of the knight by accident, then shyly looked away. The knight had not excused himself, as the prince thought he would, but watched his twin with an intent, perhaps even lustful gaze.

"Will it offend if I ask after your relationship?" the prince asked. He began to fear that he had misunderstood, that the knight and the lady were not twins at all, but lovers. If so, perhaps the knight had come along to avenge the liberties taken with his wife as soon as the laws of hospitality had run their course. The prince had fucked her ass rather mercilessly in the stream, after all.

The knight turned his gaze on the prince--no less lustful for the change.

"You may," he said.

"What are you to one another? Are you siblings?"

"We are twins," the knight said.

"We are two aspects of the same god," the lady supplied from her bath. She stared up at the prince from under her eyelashes. "We are sometimes twins or lovers, but above either, we are a pair. Just as one can divide 'deer' into 'doe' and 'stag' or God into trinity."

The prince's throat caught. "A god?"

"You scared him," the knight said.

"He should be a little scared," said the lady, idly washing her arms. "But he's done very well so far. The bath was nice."

The lady stood from the tub, rivulets of water trailing down her body. The prince stared. She walked around the prince's chambers in the nude, leaving wet footsteps on the floor.

"Where will you stand?" she asked. She sat on the prince's bed while she waited for his answer, getting the bedding all wet.

The prince approached the bed. He struggled to find a place to put his hands. He was half-hard already, and he hadn't even undressed. The knight wandered around the prince's bedchamber, admiring the decoration with a blank look on his face.

"Disrobe so you may return your gift," the lady said.

Hands shaking, the prince removed his clothes. When he stood in perfect nudity, the lady slid from the bed to the floor, kneeling before him. She licked his cock, bringing it to life, then sucked the head into her mouth. The prince watched in awe as her head of ethereal silver locks bobbed on his cock. The lady had her own cock in her hand as she began to take him deeper down her throat. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasure of fucking her throat on his cock, her hand moving faster on her own. The prince gasped and swore as she forced his orgasm out of him; he shot come down the lady's throat without any time to warn her.

The lady pulled off his cock, still on her knees. The prince's come dripped from his half-hard cock down onto her breasts, a bead of it hanging off one of her nipples. The lady still hadn't come yet, but her cock was bright pink with the need, throbbing in her fist. The lady licked her lips, then swallowed the prince's cock again down to the hilt, drew it out, and swallowed it again. She fucked her mouth on him like this until she came. She let the prince's cock fall out of her mouth, though he was nearly ready to come again himself. She panted, her balls pulsing strings of come up her stomach.

The lady took a moment to catch her breath. Then she took the prince's cock in her hand and stroked him a few times with the hand she'd just used on herself. The prince's cock leaked precome--he swallowed a groan. The lady got to her feet. She knelt on the bed, her ass toward him.

"Step forward," the lady said.

The prince obeyed, hardly daring to breathe. The lady leaned back into him so that his cock poked her asshole; she rubbed back against him, his cock nudging her rim, teasing her without entering her. After a minute of this, she leaned forward, letting his cock fall down between her thighs. The lady slid back against him, the prince's cock nestling up against her own, which was already hard again. The prince whimpered as the lady rocked back and forth slowly, her wet thighs easing the slide of the prince's cock between her legs. Soon the lady was fucking back against him, the backs of her thighs slapping against his legs. She moaned as his cockhead dragged up and down against her member, lewd and needy. The prince came hard, each pulse of his cock decorating the lady's stomach and tits. The lady came a moment later with a pitiful groan. She adjusted her hips so that the prince's cock fell between her ass cheeks and sleepily rocked him from flacid to hard again. The prince's legs were shaking, his mouth open in bliss.

From the other side of the room, the knight was watching them. He had a disinterested expression on his face as he watched his twin--or wife? Or other half of his being?--slide the prince's cock up and down against her asshole. The prince began to drip precome over her as he watched the knight's indifference. The lady was clearly becoming weary, but she continued to jerkily move her hips, panting and whining at the annoyance of the position. Finally, the prince came for the third time, shooting a rope of come up her back. The lady was as messy as the prince had been after his night in the clearing. And as he had done, she went to bed covered in come. The knight went to bed with her, still dressed in his shirt.

The prince put on a robe and went down to the kitchens to pour himself a brandy.

*

The prince barely slept, nervous for the next morning. He'd debated using oils to prepare himself for he fucking that was due him, but he worried that doing so would break the law of hospitality. The lady was meant to have her gift returned--presumably in exactly the same condition. The prince would go to her with a tight, virgin asshole and pray for mercy.

The lady had been provided a bath by the servants, and it was while the servants were still combing oils in her hair that the prince returned to his bedchamber.

She gave the prince a cheerful smile.

"Kneel on the bed," she said. The servant attending her nearly dropped the comb. "Thank you, you may go."

The servant bowed and scurried away. The lady ran a hand through her hair, watching the prince as he disrobed with shaking fingers. The knight was here still, already dressed and in perfect order.

The prince screamed and wailed through his fucking, at one moment begging for mercy, at the next begging that the lady allow him to come. She teased him as mercilessly as he had teased her, working up to a brutal pace, crashing her cock into him, only to slow down to hardly anything, holding his orgasm just out of reach. He had come four times when the lady at last drew her cock from his throbbing asshole for the last time, an hour after they'd begun. The prince was unraveled, his legs and arms shaking. He was covered in sweat and come. The lady and the knight left him there, half out of his mind, to go have some breakfast.

When the prince came to, he was alone in his bedroom. He had fulfilled his promise to the lady--all her gifts had been returned. Yet when the prince had made himself presentable and returned to the ordinary duties of his station, he began to catch glimpses of her and the knight around the castle, haunting the place without ever infringing upon his hospitality. He could not get them alone for long enough to offer them a meal. Yet they made their presence known from a distance. From the window of his study, the prince would often see the knight walking in the gardens, bending to smell a delicate, white rose. Likewise, the prince would sometimes see the lady walking the castle halls, just far enough ahead of him that he would never be able to catch up.

A month and a fortnight passed in this fashion. The prince put the fae twins out of his mind as best he could, and returned to normal life. He ate his meals alone, managed the concerns of his tenants, went out riding, and masturbated twice a day with the fae cunt. He brought it into the bath with him after a particularly stressful day, sliding it up and down his cock gently, pounding it, then slowing down again, keeping himself at the edge. He toyed with himself for over an hour, leaking precome inside. The prince amused himself by making the cunt come over and over again. He played with its clit endlessly, forcing it to orgasm around his cock.

Suddenly, the prince realized he wasn't alone. Though he had not heard the door open, the knight now stood in his chambers. The prince gasped. He dropped the cunt to the bottom of the tub. The knight was in a state of disarray, which the prince had never seen on him. His perfect silver hair was mussed, his lips red as if from being bitten, his eyes fierce. His tunic was slightly out of place, though he was fully dressed. He walked around the tub to face the prince.

"Finish," the knight said.

The prince swallowed. He picked up the cunt from the bottom of the tub, looking at the knight all the while. The prince lined the head of his cock up against its stretched hole, then slid himself inside to the root. The knight watched him, his expression tense. The prince felt too anxious to come, despite having been at the verge of orgasm, but he fucked the cunt down onto himself fast and hard, hoping to force an orgasm out of himself in spite of the knight's frightening countenance.

The knight doubled over at the waist; bracing both hands on either side of the tub. He watched the prince with his mouth hanging slightly open, his eyes unfocused. Now the prince understood--the knight had meant to proposition him, in his way. Less anxious now, the prince began to enjoy fucking the fae cunt. He slowed down his pace again, pulling the cunt nearly entirely off his cock, the head barely breaching its entrance, before slowly dragging it down again. The knight was enraptured--he made a small noise of pleasure as the prince's cock nestled deep inside again. The prince did it a few more times, showing off. The cunt in his hand trembled, nearing another orgasm. The prince stroked the clit, wanting to feel it clench around him; he'd been fucking it for so long that it was loose.

The knight swallowed another sound of interest as the prince tugged on the clit. He was bent double, his head lowered, hair in his face. He couldn't see anything like that, but maybe it was enough to hear the prince fucking into the cunt. The prince pulled out and gave the cunt a couple of wet slaps. It was leaking juices everywhere, right on the edge of orgasm. The knight gasped when the prince's palm came down on the cunt. It contracted, so the prince slapped it again. The knight's grip tightened on the edge of the tub.

"Do you want me to fuck it?" the prince asked softly. He gave the knight a cocky smile--he'd pinned the knight as a voyeur when he'd stayed to watch both times the prince and the lady had fucked, but this encounter clinched it.

"Yes," the knight said through clenched teeth.

"Do you want to watch me come?" the prince asked. He slid this cock between the cunt's open labia, nudging the head against the hard clit. The cunt contracted again.

The knight's mouth had fallen open again, cutely. "Finish," he demanded.

The prince popped the head of his cock inside. He pushed the cunt all the way down, pressing his balls against the cunt's open lips. The knight groaned, rocking in place. The prince's cock jumped at the erotic reaction from the knight. He fucked up into the cunt in earnest, his balls, heavy with come, slapping up against the entrance. The knight breathed heavily as the prince plunged deep; the cunt clenched around him, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

The prince broke his rhythm, thrusting wildly as he chased his orgasm. This tipped the fae cunt over the edge, bringing the prince with it. The cunt pulsed around him, squeezing him as he shot his load. The knight's arms shook on the edge of the tub as he watched the prince come inside.

Both the prince and the knight took a moment to catch their breath.

"Can I... take care of you?" the prince asked, shy now. The knight's cheeks were flushed, but the longing had vanished, replaced by his usual stony expression. The knight left his position at the edge of the tub.

"Tomorrow will be the one-year anniversary," the knight said, his voice low. "I expect my gift will be returned. All of it."

The knight left, and the prince washed himself in the now-cold bath, wondering what the knight had meant. The prince tried to think back to last year, to ascribe importance to tomorrow's date, but he could recall nothing. He had hosted his friends for the rest of the hunting season, then they had departed for their own lands at around that time.

The prince dried himself and dressed for bed. He set the fae cunt safely in its place beside his bed, then drifted off to sleep.

*

The next morning, the prince woke to find the knight in his bed chamber. The knight was in a state of undress, wearing only his shirt. He sat on a chair at the end of the prince's bed, chin propped in one hand, watching him as he awoke.

The prince blinked the sleep from his eyes.

"Um, good morning," he said. He shyly pulled himself up to a sitting position.

The knight stared at him for a moment longer, with his usual intensity. The prince found himself staring back--especially at the spot where a few strands of the knight's hair had escaped from behind his ear and drifted across his cheek like spider-silk.

"Do you intend to return your gift?" the knight asked stiffly. "Or do you choose impropriety and offense?"

The prince was suddenly much more awake.

"Of course--of course not!" he cleared his throat. "Only... tell me what gift I can return."

The knight's expression turned to one of disbelief--perhaps even anger.

"Can you really not know?" he challenged.

Heart hammering, the prince shook his head.

The knight stood. He approached the head of the prince's bed, then reached one graceful hand to the table at his bedside. A fingertip pressed against the fae cunt, running down the labia with a gentle touch, until the cunt began to glisten.

"You used this cunt eight hundred times exactly," the knight said. He shifted his gaze to meet the prince's eyes. "I could usually predict your habits. You fucked me once in the morning, and once at night. But then, sometimes you would fuck me in the middle of the day, while I was otherwise occupied." He dipped two fingers inside the cunt on the table, a soft pink glow on his cheeks. "While I was on a hunt. On feast days. It was impossible to hide." He nudged up at the clit, making it swell. "Inevitably, impossible to hide."

The prince felt dizzy with humiliation. He hadn't thought much about the fae cunt--he'd certainly never imagined that someone could feel every time he'd masturbated into it. But of course it was so--had it not been so for the lady, who had also offered her body in piecemeal?

"I was always full," the knight said, voice gentle and even. "There was not a day I was not flooded with virility."

His hand now drew over the top of the bedclothes, where the prince was--despite his mortification--clearly hard. The knight's hand slid up the prince's cock, gripping him lightly through the sheets.

"What do you suppose happens..." the knight began. He stroked the prince teasingly, the rough sheet offering little satisfaction. "... when you knock so many times?"

The prince was unable to think. He was still preoccupied by the figure. Eight hundred. Twice a day for a year, and seventy times more. It was an astronomical debt--one he had thought, at the time, wouldn't--couldn't--be recalled. He was delayed, therefore, in realizing the implication of the knight's question. It was a pun that contained its own answer.

The prince made a strangled cry.

"There was a child?" he managed.

The knight's eyes were piercing. There was no telling how he felt about carrying the prince's child.

Astronomical debt, indeed. The prince couldn't bear a child, so how could he possibly repay such hospitality? He was fucked. The fae were not to be triflied with; these minor gods, if they so fancied, could call down drought and famine and destroy every one of his subjects in place of payment.

Struggling for speech, the prince finally managed: "Does the child live?"

"Your heir is doted upon by nymphs and dryads."

The prince, despite his doom, was overcome by emotion. He faced the knight with courage, his lips a smiling line without tremor, although a tear escaped from one eye. The knight removed his hand from the prince's cock.

"Very well. I am prepared to meet your terms, my honored guest, whatever they may be."

"Only a return of the gift," said the knight.

"But Sir, it is impossible," the prince said. He noticed, now, that the lady was also here. He had not seen her enter by the door. "I am not equipped."

"Is it your intention to return the gift?" the knight asked.

"It is, yes, if only I could!" the prince said, not understanding. "I beg you, do not take offense."

The knight stepped from the prince's side and raised his shirt over his head. He folded it and set it aside. His body hair was also silver-white, decorating his chest, arms, and legs in perfect whorls. Between his legs was a pussy identical to the one on the prince's table. The prince swallowed.

"I thank you for your hospitality," the knight said coolly.

The lady stepped forward now and produced a silver mirror from her sleeve. She handed it to her twin.

The knight, with the gravity of a priest performing a rite, held the silver mirror in one hand and drew back the sheet covering the prince. The prince held his breath. The air was changed by the presence of magic as he watched the knight slowly move the mirror in front of his pussy. The surface of the mirror, held at this angle, captured the prince's cock.

The knight slid the mirror away with the slow hand of someone easing a cloth out from under a table setting.

The knight removed the mirror, and a cock now hung between his legs. The prince's heart began to pound. It was his cock. The fae knight was sporting the prince's cock. Before the prince could look down at himself, the knight put two firm fingers under his chin to stop him. He tilted the prince's chin up so he could only see the ceiling.

The prince felt a sudden warmth in his groin, then an unfamiliar wetness. He felt soiled.

The knight removed his fingers so that the prince could take stock. The prince looked down at himself. The pussy he'd spent all year fucking was nestled between his own legs. He made a sound of protesting disbelief.

"Is this real?" the prince asked, oddly dizzy. The edges of his vision were black.

"Yes," the knight said. Without any further discussion, the knight climbed onto the bed with him and pushed the prince's knees up against his chest. He lapped his tongue up the prince's cunt, and the prince cried out. He wailed as the knight unrelentingly licked and sucked him, each swipe of his tongue like fire in the prince's blood. He'd never felt anything like it.

The prince didn't see the orgasm coming. He pressed his hands over his mouth to try to stifle the sounds he was making as he came hard. The knight lifted his head.

"That was... that was..." the prince stammered, suddenly shy under the knight's neutral stare. Before he could finish the thought--or catch his breath. The knight had slotted their hips together. The knight entered him, stretching him around his cock.

The prince threw his head back. He felt like a virgin taking a cock for the first time, every sensation utterly new. The knight slid into him to the hilt. The prince's cunt pulsed around him. It was a little uncomfortable, squeezing the hard, warm rod so tightly, but the prince couldn't control the wave of contractions.

"Oh my God," the prince breathed. "This feels--"

The knight began to thrust into him. The prince gasped as he was pounded into the bed, his mouth falling open. He stared up into the knight's face, but the knight was utterly unresponsive to him--as if the prince weren't even there. The knight was masturbating into him, not making love.

The thought put the prince back to the edge of orgasm. He rocked his hips up to meet the knight, relishing the slap of their bodies together as the prince's cunt gushed. The knight hammered into him.

"I'm so close, so close," the prince groaned. He felt the knight's pace shift as he started to come. Another two rough thrusts, and the knight's cock pulsed inside.

The prince stared into the knight's flushed face as the fae filled him. The prince keened impatiently, right on the edge of an orgasm that wouldn't come until the knight moved inside him again.

The knight pulled out. A stream of his come dribbled down the prince's legs.

Without addressing him, the knight dressed himself and left the prince panting in bed. The lady was still there, having watched the whole exchange. The prince felt utterly debauched in her presence. She was clean and clothed in a silver gown, as beautiful as the sea.

She leaned in and kissed the side of his head. The prince buzzed, absolutely throbbing with the need to come.

"You may wish to appoint a regent," she whispered sweetly, then glided out of the room.

*

The prince soon understood what the lady had meant. Once she'd left him, he tried to masturbate, but found that his cunt was numb to his own fingers. He could not feel his own touch. He supposed, with horror and shame, that this must have been the case for the knight as well. With his cunt stolen from him, sitting at a spoiled prince's bedside, he had not been able to feel any pleasure that didn't come from the prince's whim.

The prince was distracted all day, unable to focus on matters of state. Throughout the day he would think about the knight and his cunt would become uncomfortably wet. He thought he could still feel the knight's come inside him. He excused himself early from his duties, claiming headache, and called for a bath to be brought to his room.

He felt better after the bath. He spent the rest of the evening in his private chambers, answering letters and performing other light duties that did not take too much presence of mind. He was reading at his desk when the fae knight returned for him.

There was no preamble or seduction. The knight undressed to just his shirt. Although the prince tried to greet him--and awkwardly questioned as to where the knight wanted him--the knight ignored him completely. The prince had stood from his desk chair; the knight rolled his hose down to his knees.

The prince's mouth fell open, his eyes glued to the hard cock visible under the knight's shirt. The knight's hands positioned the prince as he would. He bent the prince over the desk, though the prince was still fully dressed except for his exposed cunt, and entered him.

The prince moaned, face pressed against the book he'd been reading. Four strokes, and he came around the knight, pent up from that morning. The knight slammed into his contracting pussy as the prince kept coming and coming, wailing in time with the knight's thrusts inside him. His legs gave out, but it didn't matter--the knight held him in place. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over the prince as the knight used him to completion. The prince was barely aware when the knight finally came inside him.

The knight pulled out. His come flowed down the prince's shaking legs, soaking his hose.

He left the prince there, but the lady soon took his place. She cleaned between his legs and told him how well he had done. The prince still couldn't think straight, his pussy throbbing around nothing.

*

The prince was shaken awake the next morning, a pleasant fullness between his legs. He lay on his stomach, and as he gained more awareness with wakefulness, he realized that he was not being shaken awake, but being fucked awake. He couldn't see who was fucking him, but knew it was the knight.

Wetness dripped down the prince's thighs. The knight's balls slapped against his pussy lips, tight and full. The prince buried his face in his pillow and moaned. The knight fucked him harder, bringing both of them up to the edge of orgasm, then slowed his pace. He slowly dragged himself in and out of the prince.

The prince had sometimes taken his time with the fae cunt, and in perfect reciprocity, the knight returned the favor. Sometimes the prince would spend an entire morning lazily fucking it. Whether the cunt came or not had been of little concern to him, but on those occasions, the fae cunt would often come many times over before the prince came once.

The knight reached around for the prince's clit and lazily jerked him off. The prince groaned into his pillow. He was pinned to the bed, the knight's cock skewering him. He wriggled beneath him, but he was utterly subdued.

The knight's breath altered as the prince began to tighten around him, orgasm building. The knight toyed with his clit relentlessly; the prince was weeping pussy juices all over both of them, his legs spreading wider, inviting the knight deeper. When the prince came, it was with a long whine, only slightly muffled by the pillow.

The knight continued in this manner; he would start a rhythm, working both of them up into near euphoria, then abruptly stop. He would pull out and fuck the prince with his fingers, ramming three--then four--inside him. He would make the prince come like that, then slide his cock back inside. Again, he wouldn't let himself finish, but would drag orgasm after orgasm out of the prince, mostly with his clit.

The knight grunted as he fucked him, but he wouldn't talk, not when the prince babbled praise for his cock, and not when the prince pleaded for mercy, either.

Two hours slid away from the prince like this; he was shaking, legs spread as wide as they could go, soaked in sweat and his own wetness. His orgasms ran into each other, so that while he was still feeling the aftereffects of one, the next was building to climax. He was going hoarse from wailing and begging into the pillow.

The knight rocked into him. The knight's firm hands on the prince's hips pulled him back onto his cock where the prince had no strength to do so himself. He built up to a frenetic pace. The prince was sure he was about to stop short just shy of climax yet again, and so it took him by surprise when the knight fucked him to completion. The prince gasped for air against his pillow.

The knight pulled out and a flood of come followed. The prince relaxed, boneless against the bed. He'd never been fucked like that--like a thing, not a human.

At some point, the knight must have gone. The lady was in his place with a warm cloth. She cleaned him up, washing first his face and chest, and then his legs and cunt. The prince at last began to come back to himself.

"I'm all right, thank you," he said. The lady put her cloth aside. She was resplendent, her hair loose in elegant tresses that were nearly long enough to brush the floor. The prince hooked one lock with a crooked finger. The lady allowed the impertinence.

"He despises me, doesn't he?" the prince asked.

"The gift must be returned," the lady said.

"I don't despise him. Maybe I will after he fucks me eight hundred times. Maybe when he--" the prince cut himself short. The knight had used the word 'inevitable.' The prince was inclined to agree. With the knight's cum clinging to his insides morning and night, sooner or later it would catch.

"His manner does not indicate his feeling," the lady said. "It is a necessary component of the gift. You did not speak to him; he cannot speak to you until the year is up."

"Oh God," the prince said.

"You should appoint your regent," the lady said.

The prince distractedly agreed. He went down for lunch. He had not yet decided how to broach the subject with his advisors when he returned to his private chambers. He would have to tell them he was ensorcelled, or they would never understand.

The prince began to pen an order outlining the term of the regency. The knight's cum slowly leaked out of him, wetting his hose. He supposed he would get used to the feeling soon.

The prince was just getting up to take a break when he was tossed down onto his bed, hose rolled down just far enough to get a cock between his legs. His pussy was sore from this morning as it swallowed the knight again. The knight took him from the front this time, staring down at him with disinterest. The prince's pussy squeezed him.

The fuck was quick and sloppy, a simple need for release. In ten minutes it was over.

Freshly filled, the prince pulled up his hose and went back to his writing table. He hadn't come this time, and he was buzzing head to toe for the rest of the day.

*

The prince soon became used to his routine. He had resigned his position for the term of one year, nominating his favorite advisor as regent and confidant. This advisor had been shocked when the prince confessed the extent to which he had been bespelled--and the prince had been shocked by the note of pride in his own voice when he told his advisor that he had one heir already and would have another by the end of the year.

"You intend to make them legitimate?" his advisor had gasped. "These lust-born fairy children?"

"Perhaps they will be inclined to powerful arts," the prince mused. "Perhaps they will grow up to rival Morgana."

"Bespelled!" the advisor huffed. But he carried out the prince's wishes all the same.

The prince lived solely in his private rooms and was served by only a select few servants. He communicated to the rest of the castle by letter, but he was not particularly communicative except to the fae lady.

She had become a companion and friend. He had quickly learned never to offer her anything, or else he would snare them both in another cycle of reciprocity. So they each carefully dodged anything that might be called hospitality.

"What is your brother like?" the prince asked one day. "When he's not constrained like this?"

The lady rested her head against the palm of her hand, thinking. The prince shifted, trying to get comfortable with the knight's seed slowly dripping out of him. He felt heavy. The knight had fucked him twice a day--sometimes more--for a full month now. The prince had the thrilling feeling that all that knocking had summoned an answer, but he wasn't sure yet.

"You forget that we are two halves of a whole," the lady said. "One existence, not two."

"You mean he's like you?" the prince asked.

"He is me. I am him." The lady smiled at him. "We are charmed by forest springs and the creatures that drink from them. We are caretakers of water. We like flowers in wet soil. We are angry to see starving or uprooted things."

"You must not like this place at all," the prince muttered. He thought of the fortified castle and all its layers of stone.

"We like your roses," the lady said. "But we feel they should have their run of the place."

*

Freshly fucked one morning, the prince felt the lady climb into bed beside him. Her long hair tickled his bare skin. He turned his head to address her, but was captured by a kiss. He hadn't been kissed for a long time, now. Her lips were soft, and moved gently over his.

The prince pulled her to him, naked skin to naked skin. His limbs were heavy and tired, but as the points of her nipples teased against his chest, he felt himself restored. She allowed him to deepen the kiss, matching his desire.

"Is this a gift I will have to return?" the prince asked. He moved a hand up her side.

"It is not," the lady said. "We did not ask, and you did not offer."

It was natural for the lady to use 'we' to talk about herself. She always included her twin aspect whenever she referred to her preferences or history.

The prince and the lady made love gently, kissing more than fucking. The prince kissed her breasts, stomach, and thighs. The lady kissed his ears and neck when she could reach them. The prince was gratified by the sight of her heaving chest and dewy cock. Without asking or offering, he swallowed her.

The lady sighed and moaned as the prince pleasured her. She talked to him, calling him 'beloved heart' and 'eager pet.' The prince burned with desire for her. The lady touched his hair with affection as he bobbed his head, drooling on her cock. When she came, it was breathy and trembling.

The prince wiped his face and slid up the bed to join her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. Her leg slid between his, and his wetness slicked the top of her thigh. They embraced, heartbeats fluttering, and kissed until they were too tired to continue.

"You do not despise us," the lady said in wonder. "Do you not suppose that all along we knew you would steal the cunt?"

The prince considered it now.

"That brings comfort to me," he said finally. "If I was meant to steal the cunt and accumulate my debt, then my use of it was not unwanted."

"You worry for our happiness?" the lady asked, incredulous. "Oh, beloved heart, how human of you."

The prince moved a finger down one of the lady's breasts, thinking. "Do you love me?" he asked.

The lady kissed him in reply. She kissed him deeply, pulling him down on top of her. When they were both breathless, she turned into his neck.

"We are helpless not to," she said. She sighed happily, her cock hard again between the prince's thighs. She stroked his hair. "We would not have caught you if we did not want you."

The prince laughed. He kissed her again. He kissed her until it wasn't enough; he fed her inside his cunt. He could feel stretch but not pleasure. Only her twin could awaken feeling there. Still, pleasure was reflected in the lady's face as the prince's cunt swallowed her, and the prince enjoyed the sight of it.

Careful of his words so that he neither asked nor offered, the prince said: "I would enjoy watching you use me."

The lady rolled her hips up. The prince bit his lip. Numb to his own, he could focus entirely on the lady's pleasure--her pink cheeks, usually as impassive as porcelain. Her lips cracked open, her brow furrowed. The prince kissed her and smoothed her silver hair, which felt like silk or water against his hand.

"Does it feel good, beloved?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said. The sound of their bodies together was lewd, each roll of the lady's hips a wet squelch like boots in mud.

"Does my lady like fucking me? Do I please my lady?"

"Yes, yes," the lady said. She thrust her hips up with some force, chasing pleasure. The prince's mouth fell open as each thrust came as a slap. Her eyes were fire.

Behind him, the prince felt the bed shift. He felt two warm hands on his hips, joining the hands of the lady, which had wrapped gently around his neck. The prince felt the lady come inside him just as acutely as he felt the hands on his hips move between his legs, taking his thighs in two fistfuls. The prince's cunt was shocked to life and he groaned, burying his face in the lady's shoulder as she caught her breath. Her cock was still inside him, and he could feel it now, with the knight's fingers kneading his thighs, grazing his labia. He could feel the lady's come dripping back out of him.

He thought there would be some negotiation between the knight and the lady, but the prince did not trade hands. He gasped as the knight's cock slowly breached him while the lady's was still inside. The prince's legs were forced as wide as they could go. He panted into the lady's shoulder, and she stroked his back. She whispered soothing words: "Take pleasure, dear heart."

The prince had not thought such a thing possible. The fae knight had entered him all the way to the hilt. The prince's cunt stretched around both of them. Even before the knight started to move, the prince was coming. He moaned and keened into the lady's neck, orgasm taking him over.

"You're all right. You can take us," she whispered.

The knight moved inside him. The prince felt so full that he would burst. Slowly, the knight dragged his cock out, then pushed it back in. He did this a few dozen times, until the lady was also very hard inside the prince.

The prince's vision darkened at the corners. His legs shook. These two were taking him to the limit of endurance.

When the knight entered him again, it was in a rocking motion. The prince made an inhuman series of sounds into the lady's shoulder. His cunt was twitching, ready to come again.

"Oh God," he wailed, "Oh God, fuck me. Never stop."

It was incarefully phrased, which was dangerous with the fae, but the prince didn't think of that. He didn't think of anything at all as the lady rolled her hips up as well. The knight quickened his pace. The prince screamed. He came so hard that his whole body convulsed, bucking as the lady held him in place.

They continued to take him. They were never going to stop. He'd told them to never stop, and they were fae, so they would never stop. They'd fuck him like this until he went mad.

"Shh, shh," the lady said, holding him down so she could kiss his hair. His body wouldn't stop shaking. Euphoria was being poured over him like anointing oil--a never-ending stream, when it had never before been metered to him in more than cupfuls. Tears streamed down the prince's cheeks as his climax took him, and took him, and took him.

The lady's breath hitched as she spilled inside him; the knight kept fucking him. The lady's come leaked out, but her cock, soft now, stayed inside. She moaned as the knight continued to stimulate them both.

The prince was starting to come down from his frightening orgasm when the knight reached around and took his clit. He jerked it off like a cock, and the prince's whole body gave itself over. The knight fucked him harder as the prince writhed in place, jerking his hips back to meet him, as if he could swallow either of them any deeper. He begged, a stream of "Oh please, please," tumbling from his lips.

At last, the knight came inside him. The prince's cunt eagerly squeezed him of every drop.

Slowly, the prince came down from his euphoria. His body was very sore now. He was so tired that he fell asleep with the knight and the lady still inside him. Dimly, he was aware that he was not being fucked anymore, but that he was being held as he slept, two sticky naked bodies together. He was too tired to worry what change would come over their relationship now that he had asked the fae to never stop.

*

The prince was carrying a child. It was the fourth month, and his stomach showed.

He began to have strange dreams. When he asked the lady about it, she said that humans carrying fae sometimes had strange experiences.

In his dreams, the prince was dressed in silver. He walked through the woods with two children almost equal in age, their hair silver-white. Deer and rabbits did not run away from them as they should, but let themselves be pet and kissed.

Sometimes, the knight and the lady walked alongside him. Sometimes, they were present but in other forms. The prince felt the lady's presence beside him as he walked along the bank of a little stream. He felt the knight in a breeze carrying the sweet scent of wild roses. They did not use names for each other, as was fae custom. In that place, the prince was called 'beloved' in a language he did not yet know. His children were endeavoring to teach him.

"Are they dreams of the future?" the prince asked the lady.

"Perhaps," the lady said. "Be easy, beloved."

And he was. The lady made him easy. She kissed him and slept against his side each day. She said what the knight did not, ensnared as he was by the fae laws of hospitality--but she could speak for both of them.

The lady engaged his mind and the knight his body. The lady made love and the knight fucked, two aspects of the same god.

They often fucked him together. Having someone to kiss and talk to made the constant battering more pleasurable for the prince. Most of the time the lady did not penetrate him, but only kissed and caressed and offered herself to his hands. The prince savored the agency as his stomach grew larger with each month. He savored, also, the times they would drive him to the point of madness, fucking him hungrily, two bodies chasing pleasure inside his--but the lady would always kiss and praise him after.

The knight fucked him morning and night on the day of his labor. On that day, the prince did despise him. The prince was not in a state of mind to remember he had, one year past, inflicted this same agony on the knight.

The week was hateful. The prince screamed as much as the baby did. He threw things at the lady when she appeared to him, so she did not visit. He saw her in the garden below his window, visiting the roses instead. He saw the knight there also. For ten months, the prince had not seen him outside the constraints of the return of the gift. The prince had not seen emotion on his face or in his bearing. But now he saw the knight pace the garden in agitation as he spoke with the lady.

The prince fell away from the window. He realized he didn't remember what the knight's voice sounded like. He stood over the bassinet that held his strange child. She stared up at him, and the prince felt enchanted by her. He lifted her up into his arms.

Neither the lady nor the knight had yet held her. The knight could only enter his presence to fuck him--otherwise, he was banished to the rose garden, where he was a breath of air more often than a man.

The prince's hatred began to thaw. When the knight came to use him that night, the prince wrapped his arms around his neck and told him, through the pain, that he loved him.

"I'm waiting to hear your voice again," the prince said, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's unbearable. I wish you could kiss me."

He thought it would probably feel as soft as kissing rose petals.

*

The lady returned the next day. She was not airy and ethereal in her usual way. She drooped like a delicate flower battered by heavy rain, or perhaps like the rain cloud itself.

"Do you grieve?" the prince asked her.

"We do," she said.

The prince invited her to sit in bed with him and hold their daughter. The lady untied the cord at her bosom and held her to her breast.

The fae-child fed more easily for the lady than she did for the wet nurse. The prince slept against the lady's side, allowing himself the first peaceful rest he'd had since the child was born.

Though he was no longer pregnant, he had a strange dream. He was in a garden of white roses that continued in all directions for as far as he could see.

"Did you mean what you said?" came a voice. It was low. It tickled in the prince's ears like cold wind.

The prince turned and saw the knight in the garden with him. He held the younger child. She was three or four years old in the dream.

"Humans lie," the knight clarified.

"If I was going to lie about loving you, I might have waited until you weren't hurting me." The prince paused. "Your voice is as beautiful as the rest of you. I forgot."

The dream fell apart. The prince woke up to the lady kissing his ear, their baby still in her arms. Night had fallen, and the knight would be here soon.

The knight couldn't kiss him, but the prince could kiss the knight. "I meant it," the prince said, peppering kisses over the knight's neck. "I meant what I said. I love you."

The knight could not reply.

*

The prince sat impatiently at his window, counting down the days before he could introduce the knight to their child.

"We have already met her," the lady said.

"But he hasn't held her," the prince said.

"We have already held her," the lady said. She joined him by the window, baby in her arms.

"He wants to do it himself," the prince said. But the prince had begun to feel a prickle of concern.

He continued to have strange dreams. In his dreams, he was beginning to speak the other language more fluently, though his children still laughed at him. In some of the dreams, his hair and beard were silver, though none so beautiful as the silver of the lady and the knight. His children, grown up but eternally youthful, teased him for being so ugly.

The knight talked to him in his dreams.

"Why aren't there more children?" the prince mused. The form he took in the dream was aged and silver-headed, though he lacked the memory and experience to match.

The knight sat beside him on the bank of a creek, which meant the lady was nearby.

"You haven't caught again," the knight said. "You can't dream them until they're yours."

The prince felt a pleasing warmth at the thought there might still be more. "What happens when the year is up? You take me away with you?"

"Why should that be the case?"

The prince was struck silent. Because he was their beloved. Because in his dreams, he had spent a lifetime with his beautiful children as they grew to become mirthful, spoiled girls as wicked and powerful as Morgan le Fay.

"When your hospitality has been expended, we will go," the knight said. "That is the shape of the future." He paused, seeing the look on the prince's face. "Beloved, this is a dream."

The prince woke up.

*

He spoke frequently with the lady about it.

"We are fae," the lady said. "We are not free to pursue our desires."

"So you must be tricked into doing anything at all."

The lady laughed softly. "Yes," she said.

"But there are ways around it," the prince argued. "As long as no one asks or offers, the laws of hospitality aren't invoked."

"Yes, I've been enjoying that," the lady said. They lay in bed together, naked and sweat-soiled after the knight's brief presence. The prince held himself at an odd angle, trying not to spill the knight's seed from him. The lady was slick with cum from all three of them.

"You cannot kidnap me?"

"That would be a breach of hospitality while we are guests in your home."

"And fucking me isn't?" the prince challenged.

"It's ambiguous," the lady said.

"You cannot invite me to come home with you?" the prince said, becoming a little sullen.

"If we host you, you must host us in perfect equilibrium. Our memories are good. Can you remember how many feasts, dances, kisses, and embraces are contained within a year? Not forgetting a single one?"

A year of fae hospitality would bankrupt his little castle. Were it not repaid, the lady and the knight would have no choice but to exact alternative payment. The prince did not want to imagine it.

The lady explained again, as she had explained many times, that the baby would stay with him, just as her sister stayed with the fae. And the prince would stay here in his castle.

"Did you care for me at all?" the prince asked. The baby gurgled happily in her bassinet; the prince rose to clean himself. "Was I mistaken?"

"Fae cannot lie, beloved."

She could not call him by that name if there were no truth in it.

"Then there must be something you can do," the prince snapped.

"There is not."

The prince put on a fresh shirt and lifted the baby from her bassinet. He rested her against his chest.

"I dreamed it. The future where I come away with you."

"There is nothing that we can do."

The lady motioned for the baby, and the prince handed her down to her. The baby found her breast and fed.

*

The prince grew more melancholy as the final weeks ticked by. He thought he might catch again--that would be one way to see the knight and lady, if he had another baby. He would have to keep this cunt for another nine months, and they would want him to return the gift with a fourth child. He wouldn't mind that. And it would buy him time to think before the knight and lady disappeared forever.

But the prince did not catch. The last day arrived.

The prince found the knight in the bath. The knight gestured that he must join, and the prince climbed delicately into the tub with him. The knight held him in his lap and played with him, toying with his clit and teasing his fingers inside him until the prince was squirming and panting into the knight's chest.

"You can talk to me this time," the prince said. "I spoke to you then."

"Yes, beloved," said the knight. The prince was nearly driven to tears.

The knight lifted the prince onto his cock, sliding inside him. The prince leaned forward and kissed him; the knight kissed him back. He played with the prince's clit until he came, still desperately kissing the knight. The prince moaned into his mouth, undone.

"Will our beloved find his way to us?" the knight asked. "Have you figured out how?"

The prince's heart hammered. So there was a way--the knight and lady knew it. Yet the boundaries of their power dictated that they could not suggest it.

"I have not," said the prince. "But I will."

The knight hummed his agreement. He fucked the prince slowly, rolling his hips up into him. He kissed him until the prince was breathless. They made love for hours. He made the prince come five, then six times, until the prince was too overwhelmed to think straight.

"I will find my way to you," the prince gasped. "And we'll have ten more children."

"Will we?" the knight said, and bit the prince's neck. The prince arched his back. "What if I don't want to bear you ten more children?"

"Then I'll bear half of them. Can't you do five?" At that, the knight bit his neck again. He rocked up into the prince, and the prince couldn't do anything more than moan. Water sloshed over the edges of the tub.

"See if you can bring me this one, first," the knight said. "If you can do that, I'll give you as many as you want."

*

The prince set the date of the Christening for the child's first birthday. Invitations were directed to all the neighboring lands, and even as far as the court of King Arthur, as it was always good manners to invite the king.

The prince invited also Morgan le Fay and as many sorcerers and conjurers as he could manage. He directed invitations to the king and queen of fae kind, which he could not imagine how to deliver, so he tied four copies of the invitation to the legs of four pigeons and sent them flying in the cardinal directions.

The fae did not send any representative, although the king and queen did send a gift to show their gratitude for having been invited: rose bushes grew up overnight, surrounding the castle with white blooms. There were so many, the air was heavy with their perfume even inside the castle walls. The party guests marveled at the display as they arrived.

The baby was beloved by all, and she was especially interesting to Morgan le Fay and the conjurers, who had heard rumors of her unusual provenance. Although only a few servants had been trusted to keep the secret, nonetheless word had spread that the prince had coupled with fairies.

Morgan offered to teach the baby her arts, as soon as the child was of age. The prince demurred--her fae family may claim her one day, and so he could not promise her to anybody without risking grave offense.

The Christening was well underway when a gale struck the castle. Winds of terrible speed and force assaulted the stone. The white roses were spoiled, their petals blowing all the way to the inner courtyard where the ceremony was being held.

With the gale came two frightening figures. The prince set the baby in the arms of his favorite advisor and approached the visitors.

"Well met, friends," the prince said. "How may I help you?"

"We were not invited," said the knight.

"We take offense," said the lady.

A shudder ran through the prince. He wondered, briefly, if he had not made a mistake. But his smile did not waver.

"Apologies," the prince said. "I did not know where to direct the invitation."

But he had managed to invite the fae king and queen, and doing so would surely have caused a great stir, drawing attention to the fact that the child's own parents had been overlooked.

The lady was red in the face--she really was angry. She had spotted Morgan le Fay in the crowd, and looked ready to do something awful to her.

"Where is the child?" demanded the knight.

A titter ran up among the crowd. The knight stalked through them. He stepped onto the dais. The advisor gave a cry of alarm; he tried to resist, but the bundle he clutched so close to his chest was transformed into a bouquet of white roses, the baby transported back into her bassinet.

The knight stood over her. He stared down into her eyes.

"For your father's indiscretion..." he said, "we leave you with a curse. If once you set foot outside the castle walls, you will never return again."

The lady joined the knight on the dais.

"So that her father need not remember to write us any more invitations..." The crowd, incensed by the baby's horrible fate, fell silent again. "One year hence, your prince will consent to be wed to us, or a famine of his lands will strike dead one in ten."

The crowd fell into an uproar. The knight held out a finger for the baby, who reached for him and closed her small fist around it. The lady swept up her cloak, and in the graceful movement, thousands and white rose petals spun into the air. Before the last had floated back to the ground, the lady and knight had gone.

The prince fought his smile. He comforted his weeping advisor. Another advisor approached with schematics for a tower in which to imprison the baby. The prince waved him away.

"It's quite alright," the prince said. He gave his favorite advisor his handkerchief. "You've done so well as my regent, and your girls would make excellent princesses. What say you?"

*

On the child's second birthday, her father was wed to two mysterious fairies. The priest dabbed sweat from his forehead as he married the three of them against the better judgment of the Christian God. Many in the crowd wept bitterly for their poor prince, who would forever be prisoner to two devils with silver hair.

When the ceremony ended, the prince was carried away by a long train of silver carriages.

The child was now old enough to walk, and old enough, too, to be charmed by an apparition of a silver doe. It appeared outside her window. The girl had cried for her father all day after he was stolen by his fae bride and groom. They had wed him and taken him away to their own lands, so nanny had said.

The girl was too small to help herself out of her bed chamber, but she watched the silver doe as it frolicked in the dark courtyard, and loved it. She felt a small portion of happiness as she curled up in bed and fell asleep.

The next night, it was a silver hare prancing over the lawn. The child found that the door to her bed chamber was not locked, and that her nanny had gone. Doors opened in front of her--when she did not know the way, a door would creak on its hinges, and the child would hurry forward, eager to see the silver hare before it ran away.

Eventually, the child reached the courtyard. The guards were dozing, which she thought terribly funny. She giggled as she ran over the black grass, chasing the silver hare. It would almost let her catch it, then hop a little farther. It led the child down paths she had never tread before, until she was very tired and lost. She began to feel afraid, but then the silver doe appeared, and she had no choice but to feel renewed delight.

The child followed the doe a few steps further, until she found herself standing under a very big door. It was the portcullis. It was raised, and so it looked like a giant open mouth with sharp teeth. The child hesitated. The doe and hare crossed through the mouth unharmed. They joined a cloaked figure, almost invisible in the darkness. He pet the animals, one with each hand.

"Come, little beloved," called her father's voice from within the cloak. "Nothing to fear. Come and be mine again."

The child sprinted through the mouth, her bare little feet striking cold grass on the other side. With a joyful shriek, she fell into her father's arms. She did not have the words to voice her confusion or relief, and so she only snuggled safely under her father's cloak and let him pick her up and carry her away.

"Ten more," said her father.

A soft hand petted the top of the child's head. She peeked through the gap in her father's cloak, and saw it was the hare, who had changed into a man. On their other side, the doe had become a woman.

"Five," said the man.

"You said as many as I wanted, and the fae cannot lie."

*

The prince lived happily with his lovers, although their custom was strange. They did not like to wear human bodies often, and only did so to dote on the prince and their half-human children, who could not themselves become the water or the air.

The elder child was more fae than the younger, having been raised for nearly four years by the spirits of the trees. She did not speak the language of men, and so the prince hurried to learn the fae tongue.

His lovers called him 'husband' as well as 'beloved.' The prince learned new ways to talk with them, as well. Deep in the parts of the forest that the fae ruled, when he found a white rose, he would stroke its soft petals until the knight appeared to make love to him. If the prince whistled to himself while he mended a basket for his daughters, birds were sure to gather and chatter along.

The sun did not set without one finding another for sex. The prince would often find the lady wearing nothing but the crystal water of a stream, whispering to the butterflies on the bank. He made love to her with his mouth until she couldn't bear it. Then he would penetrate her as she squealed in pleasure.

She and the knight both thought it amusing to be mastered, when they were the more powerful. The knight would find the prince in the form of a hare and draw him away from his amusements or his daughters. The hare would lead him into quiet clearings, where the prince would find the creature snared in a bramble and waiting for rescue.

When the prince pulled the thorn from the hare's foot, the creature would transform into the knight, naked and silver-white except for the red dot of blood.

"Beloved has rescued me," the knight would say. "He is owed a prize."

The prince would sometimes tease him by only claiming a kiss as his reward, but he was usually inclined to give his lovers what they wanted. So the prince would pretend to think, then cast a lecherous gaze on his beloved. He would grab the knight by the ankles and push his legs wide, splitting his pussy lips.

"How about this pretty cunt?" the prince would ask. He would hold the knight's ankles in one hand like a captured rabbit, and his other hand would work the knight's cunt to dripping wetness. The knight would gasp and cry for mercy, bucking his hips against the prince's fingers--unable to call him any name but 'beloved' or 'husband,' as the fae could never lie.

The prince filled him with his cock and pounded him roughly for these games. The knight came hard, squeezing him tightly, his voice echoing through the empty clearing as he wailed in pleasure.

Before the end of the first year, the knight carried another child. The prince knew the very night it had happened; he dreamed of a third daughter. In the morning, they made love for hours. The prince gave him orgasm after orgasm until the knight clawed the soft grass, panting with bliss.

The knight had promised the prince as many children as he wanted before marriage had dissolved the law of hospitality between them. And though he complained, he seemed to enjoy this last thin strap of bondage. He bore their third child, a daughter. And in the second year of their marriage, he bore their fourth, a son.

The prince did not see much of the knight in the third year, only felt him on the wind. Their children saw more of him, for they could talk to him easily even when he was a rattle in the trees. And he did appear in human shape to the baby, in the dead of night when the prince should have been fast asleep. He would not answer when the prince called for him.

"He is laying fallow," the lady explained. "He will come back to us when he is rested."

The knight had left him with a cunt, and the lady now repaid the prince two years of martial shenanigans. When the prince bathed in the stream, the lady teased him. The current of the water changed for him, moving fast, like a solid thing between his legs. The prince could straddle it, could almost ride it with his feet off the ground. The pressure on his clit drove him to orgasm three or four times before the lady would release him. Unsteady, he draped himself across her bank. He would find her seated there, where she had not been before, fully dressed in shimmering silver and with her hair streaming freely. She would rest the prince's head on her knees and pet his hair.

"Shall I overmaster you?" she asked sweetly.

The prince nodded, face buried in her legs. The fae usually liked to let him win their sexual games. For whatever reason, with the knight away, the lady was more interested in the reverse.

Her naiads pressed to the prince on all sides, cool and wet. They had bodies as mutable as water--breasts, cunts, and cocks that appeared and disappeared as they willed. They bit, kissed, and sucked the prince's body under the watchful eye of their mistress.

The naiads would tongue his pussy and asshole, would drive him mad, panting into the lady's skirt. The giggling naiads would take turns grinding their pussies against his while another fed her cock into his ass. His feet would leave the riverbed, all control eased away from him as he was stretched and fucked. A dozen hands posed him as they would as the naiads took their turns with him. The lady had forbidden them to come inside him, but the prince found it hard to believe it was only his own wetness flowing from his cunt.

Two greedy naiads pushed their cocks inside his pussy at once. The lady took the prince's flushed face in her hand. His eyes struggled to focus on her as the naiads fucked him together. The lady kissed him, taking his groans into her mouth for herself.

In the fourth year, the prince caught. He was pressed between the lady and one of her servants. Although her cock was inside him to the hilt, they were being fucked together by the pressure of the naiad filling his ass. The lady wrapped her hands around the prince's neck, nuzzling her nose under his ear. Her cock wept inside the prince as the naiad pounded into him; she arched her back as the rhythm droze them both closer to orgasm. The prince's arms shook. He heard nothing but the slap of the cock behind him and the lady's delicate whine under his ear.

When he came, his pussy tightened over her, massaging out the lady's orgasm at last. She rocked her hips up under him, gasping as she pulsed inside him. The naiad milked pleasure out of them both until the prince could not hold himself up any longer. He fell on top of the lady, still coming, unable to stop under the constant onslaught from the naiad.

Although the lady had already come inside him, the prince's pussy squeezed and clenched around her, and he felt the lady grow hard inside him again. All of the prince's strength was already spent, his limbs too weak to support him. He groaned as the lady and her naiad fucked him together; he'd not been driven to the edge of consciousness for years now, not since the knight and lady had shared his cunt.

He convulsed with orgasm, his body jerking outside his control. The lady thrusts up into him, chasing her own pleasure, the naiad still driving into him from the other side. The lady panted, then gave a soft moan as she filled the prince again. His cunt wouldn't stop pulsing around her, even as he passed into sleep.

The knight returned in time to see the prince very heavy with their fifth child.

Life continued as a dream, the prince caught always in one thrall of happiness or another, whether sexual or domestic. Twelve children teased him for his silver hair that failed to shine as brilliantly as theirs did. Two lovers walked with him through the woods.

If, in a hundred years' time, a soldier found himself separated from his fellows and stopped to drink from a clear stream, and if a lady with silver hair rose from the water to offer him hospitality for the night, it did not mean the prince was beloved any less, only that the lady and the knight had not seen him for a little while, for two or three summers perhaps. That was just how the fae were, and all things must act according to their nature.