Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, atop a hill up on high, there sat a massive stone castle. So tall was this castle, in fact, that the rooms in its loftiest tower overlooked the billowing clouds down below. These rooms, however, held but one resident, namely a handsome prince, imprisoned by the king until he was old enough to rule the land and take a mate. Sadly, for this captive prince, the age of kingship was fifty, and the prince was just shy of turning twenty-five. Half a life away from freedom, it would seem.
And so, the prince, alone in his towering prison, sat at his window and miserably sighed, a lone tear cascading down his scruffy cheek. “Oh how I wish to find a mate now, and live like my people do in the land down below.”
But in a castle high above the clouds there was no mate to choose from and no way to escape. The only other beings the prince had any sort of contact with were the birds, creatures with wings that were capable of soaring past the window he often stared out of as he waited, wishing for a better, less lonely life.
Unbeknownst to the prince, though, there were other creatures with the ability to fly above the clouds, and one was fast approaching on gossamer wings that glistened in brilliant gold beneath the bright orange sun. The prince, gazing out of the window in shock and surprise, spotted the glinting object as it fast approached. Terrified, he ran from the window and hid beneath his bed. Minutes ticked by. The prince, hearing not a sound, assumed he was safe, and eventually poked his head out.
“Hello,” said the being who now stood in his room.
“Oh,” said the prince. “How, um, who, um, what are you?”
“What am I?” it was asked, magnificent wings unfurled. “What are you? Only birds and fairies live this high off the ground. You, from what I can gather, are neither of the two.”
The prince inched further out as he craned his neck upward. “But that, that would mean you’re a fairy. And fairies are not real, except in children’s books, that is.”
“I beg to differ,” the fairy in question proclaimed, flapping his diaphanous wings as he stood there, arms akimbo, as a bright, wide smile spread across his impossibly beautiful face. He was also stunningly naked from stem to stern, something the prince couldn’t help but notice in both surprise and lecherous delight.
The prince tumbled out from under the bed and rose to his full six feet. “I, dear fairy, am a human,” he proclaimed.
“Nonsense. Humans live far below the clouds. So far, in fact, that I have yet to ever encounter one.”
“Well,” said the prince, echoing the fairy’s smile with one of his own, “I believe this then is a first for the both of us.” He bowed and held out his hand. “Prince Nathan. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The fairy, thrilled at the opportunity to meet a human, reached his hand out in greeting. “Lothar,” he said with a firm shake.
And in that instant, when human flesh met fairy flesh, when the magical irrevocably mixed with the non-magical, time suddenly and abruptly stood still all around them. The air ceased to flow, and the candles halted in mid-flicker. Only Nathan and Lothar could still be considered animate in that room so high above the earth.
“My oh my,” Nathan gasped, keenly aware that what had just occurred was, to say the least, out of the ordinary.
Lothar, however, still holding the prince’s warm hand, immediately saw the positive side to this rare event. “It would appear that we are locked in time, you and I,” he explained, inching in closer, his breath mixing with the prince’s, his emerald eyes boring into Nathan’s icy blues. “As long as we remain like this, we will not age. Our beauty will be eternal. That, dear prince, is the great power of magic.”
Nathan, his heartrate doubling at the close proximity to this mesmerizing creature, found himself drawn still forward, until their lips were mere fractions of an inch apart. “Not a bad way to spend eternity,” he quipped, his mouth now brushing against the fairy’s, his tongue darting out to meet Lothar’s in midair. And then mouth was upon mouth and body was pressed tightly to body, and a warm flush traveled down Nathan’s back and burst forth into his ever-widening cock.
The fairy pulled slightly away. “Is that a sword you’re carrying or are you just happy to see me?” he said, reaching down to cup the prince’s bulging, leather-encased crotch.
“The latter, to be certain,” the prince replied with a wink, and resumed his kissing, mashing his mouth into Lothar’s and pulling him in close to allow his hands to roam up and down a smooth, chiseled lower back, eventually coming to rest atop a perfect rump, two melon-sized cheeks that ached to be parted, and then quickly enough were, until his fingers caressed a soft, crinkled, hairless hole.
The fairy sighed, and asked, “May I join in on this pleasantness?”
“Oh yes,” the prince groaned, still pushing and prodding at the tight, little hole. “Yes, you may. And please, by all means, do.”
Lothar’s long, tapered fingers traveled up Nathan’s arm and came to rest at the top of his gold-trimmed tunic. With a flourish of his hand, the material began to evaporate, disappearing into thin air as the fairy worked his magic down the length of the prince’s body, until, soon enough, the both of them stood there, entirely naked and fully, utterly, wonderfully erect—with at least one body part touching at all times, so as not to break the spell they found themselves under.
The fairy groaned. “You are even more breathtaking clothesless, young prince,” he uttered, bending down, his hand moving its way up, gliding across a well-worn calf, a hairy thigh, and then coming to a cup beneath the prince’s heavy balls, which he gave an appraising tug and yank on as he kissed and slurped on the thick cock above.
Nathan moaned, and replied, “As are you, sir fairy. But as pleasing to the eye as you are, I cannot help but wonder how you might taste.” A mischievous smirk spread across the prince’s handsome face as he said this, his cock bouncing at the thought.
Lothar, quick to understand the request, led the prince to the large, oaken bed, then lay atop the soft linen, and, while still holding tightly to Nathan’s hand, said to him, “Having never tasted myself, I must rely on your senses for an accurate assessment.”
Nathan, instantly ravenous, crouched down, face to crotch. He took a deep whiff, and said, “Well, you smell as crisp and clean as the air outside my window, with just the faintest aroma of a rather intoxicating unearthly scent.” He then brought his hands up and rested them on the fairy’s smooth, densely-muscled thighs, which he spread apart before darting out his tongue to lick his way around two heavy balls and then up a thickly-veined shaft, until his mouth encased the plumb-sized head, which rested high above. He sucked and slurped at the already slick tip, working the wand in and down his throat. Bringing it back out with an audible pop, he announced, “Mhm, you taste equally as delightful as you smell. Perhaps, I dare say, even better.”
“But you have not tasted everywhere,” the fairy said, raising his legs up and out, revealing a winking, pink hole that beckoned the prince to its glorious gates.
Nathan took another greedy suck and slurp on the fairy’s quivering prick before moving southward again, his tongue circling around and around the center, zeroing in on its target, and then delving inside the silky-smooth interior. The fairy moaned at the intrusion, emitting a series of thin gold and green rings that pulsed from all around his writhing body. The prince pushed further inside, his tongue disappearing up the fairy’s rump, the rings of light growing thicker and more intense. “Yes,” Nathan finally said, smiling at the magnificent reaction he was causing, “you look, smell, and taste like perfection. Everywhere, I might add.”
He then knelt on the bed and again devoured the fairy’s swollen prick whole, filling his mouth with it like a hand in a glove, sucking on it, feeling the blood course from within. With one hole sufficiently filled, he sought to fill yet another. Reaching between Lothar’s still outstretched and raised legs, he gently inserted one, then two, spit-slick digits inside of him. The fairy bucked his ass downward, sucking Nathan in as he gripped the prince’s fingers with his tight ring. “I must ask,” Lothar rasped, “don’t you have something even bigger to push up there? Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
The prince laughed and reached down to grab at his own massive cock. “Now that you mention it, I believe I do, good fairy. If you’d be so kind as to get on all fours, I think I might enjoy a good, long fuck.”
“Long being the appropriate word here,” the fairy said, eyeing the prince’s impressive member and eagerly doing as was asked of him, his wings unfurling and spreading out as he did so, fluttering gently, creating a cool, soothing breeze in the otherwise stock-still room. “Fuck away, dear prince. My ass awaits.”
Nathan, happy to please, pressed the tip of his spit-wet cock up against the tight hole. With a gentle shove, he entered the fairy, slowly, evenly, firmly, until the entire length of his swollen prick was entrenched, up and in and back. Lothar exhaled sharply, and then sighed as wave after wave of bright orange rings haloed around his body, encasing both of them in a warm enchanted glow.
A string of sparks rose and fell along the prince’s sweat-soaked back as he began to retract his cock and then glide it in again, repeating the motion, each time with a joyful grunt that shook the bed beneath, while his hands traveled up his own body, coming to rest alongside two rigid nipples, which he tugged and tweaked at, so that both his upper and lower halves were alive with nearly indescribable pleasure.
Lothar, rocking his ass into the prince’s mighty prick, said, “Now reach around and stroke my cock, good prince. I believe you’ll find a surprising trick we fairies are little known for.”
Nathan, eager to see yet another one of this creature’s amazing capabilities, pressed his head down on Lothar’s broad back and reached around his wasp-narrow waist to jack at his cock. The fairy’s wings folded over and around the prince’s torso, enveloping him in a veritable blanket as soft as velvet. And then, to Nathan’s utter surprise, the fairy’s cock shook and began to grow. With each stroke of his fist, the already large dick stretched and stretched, at first straight down, but then through its owner’s legs, until the prince suddenly felt the shiny head butting up against his virgin hole.
“Now that is some trick,” Nathan said in astonishment, widening his stance and spreading his cheeks even further apart, so that he could fuck while getting fucked in turn. He pushed at the fairy’s glorious hole while the fairy pushed at his, entering him and filling him with unspeakable pleasure, sending a million lovely tingles through his ass and out his cock, which pounded away from the front while he was being pounded on from the rear—an unbelievable event, to be sure, in the long list of unbelievable events that had so recently occurred, and one that brought him right to the edge, and then right on over.
With a rapid-fast pounding, like the beats of a hummingbird’s wings, both Nathan’s and Lothar’s cocks thickened and pulsed, and then simultaneously exploded, causing the fairy to emit a blinding white glow that traveled through every atom of both of their quivering bodies as ounce after warm, white ounce of come shot and shot and shot, filling and then spilling out of two gaping, spasming holes. Moans and groans of sheer delight filled the room to the very rafters as one load after the next gushed forth.
It was then and only then that the human collapsed atop the fairy, his breath ragged, and his body dripping in sweet, sweet sweat. The fairy held on tight with his beautiful wings, while the human grasped the fairy by the waist and would not, could not let go.
“This moment will not end so long as we stay together, skin on skin, flesh on splendid flesh,” the fairy admonished with a long, low sigh.
The prince smiled. “Then do not let go, dear fairy. Do not ever let go.”
This is how it went, night after night, year after year. They needed nothing but each other, and each other is all they had.
That is until one fateful night after a long day of love-making. Because, as is common when two lovers slumber, limbs slide and glide over one another, sides bump, backs press against backs, and, ultimately, the great puzzle comes undone.
At their sudden and unintentional parting, and after so many, many years, the room once more came to life, the breeze again flowing in, blowing out the bedside candles. The two then instantly awoke from their long evening’s sleep.
With mighty yawns, they sat up, rubbed their eyes, and firmly pressed their lips together, kissing deeply and passionately for what seemed like hours, taking turns at licking and sucking at every available body part. “Well,” the prince said, “I guess I do believe in fairies, after all.” It was a joke they often shared.
“And I have met a human who lives high above the clouds,” added the fairy, as he so often did. “And I love this human with all my heart. Life is just so full of unexpected surprises.”
And it was about to get a whole lot fuller, for it was then that they heard a knocking on the bedroom door. Scratching his head, Nathan rose, wrapped himself in his sheets, and walked to the source of the pounding, not realizing his hand was no longer in Lothar’s. He swung the door open, and to his astonishment saw the face of his father—the face so much older than last he saw it.
“Sire,” the prince said with a bow of his head. “You look, you look different.”
The old king stared in wonder at his son, and replied, “Strangely, Prince Nathan, you do not.”
It was then that the prince understood what had happened. “Sire,” he said with a nod of his head, “might I guess that you have at last come to offer me the throne? Is today not my fiftieth birthday?”
The king gave a weak cough. “Though you do not look it, yes, my son, today is the day you are to attain the crown. You may now also seek a mate, to rule beside you as your mother has by me, lo these many years.”
The prince, now king, grinned widely. “Father, I have no need to seek, for I have surely already found. And I thank you for locking me up so high above the earth all these many, many years, for I would not have otherwise met my soulmate.” He laughed, and quickly added, “And that is what I believe is called an ironic twist of fate.”
The fairy, hearing the exchange, rose from the bed on wings as sheer as a spider’s web and came to a soft landing by the new king’s side. And when he held his mate’s hand, time no longer stood still as it once had. After all, love indeed does transcend time, and binds surer and faster than any bit of magic ever could. And it binds, as the saying goes, happily ever after.