Lily watched open-mouthed, admiring how their greenish skin shimmered gold as they moved, how their long hair pulled into hundreds of tiny braids seemed to light up the room with glittering sunshine. Those women were goddesses, and she couldn’t understand why the king hadn’t chosen them to be his wives.
Why would he want a human bride when he could have these magnificent fairies at his every beck and call?
They stopped in front of her and she nervously pressed her dress closer to her swarthy, imperfect body. Fairy godmothers assessed her, their lips pursed, a hint of laughter in their eyes.
“New meat,” said the tallest of the three, enunciating the words with exaggerated clarity. “Give me those rags.”
She stretched her glorious arm and reached for Lily’s dress. When Lily was too slow to obey, the fairy yanked the dress out of her grasp.
“Oh, please,” another fairy sneered when Lily tried to cover herself with her hands. “We’ll have seen and touched it all before we’re done with you, juicy cut.”
Lily let her hands fall to her sides. The problem was, her shame wasn’t because of modesty. She had bathed in the lake with her sister and friends often enough to not be shy about her naked body.
She just couldn’t bear for these exquisite creatures to see all of her flawed humanity.
The fairies circled her slowly in silence. Their dresses rustled as they walked around Lily, scrutinizing her body with what she thought was merciless attention. Finally, the tallest stood directly in front of her, too close for comfort. She put her hands on Lily’s shoulders and slowly slid them down her sides until they rested on her hips. Then, she moved her hands to Lily’s butt.
“You’re pretty, human.”
A hot flush crept up Lily’s cheeks. She was confused, and the way the fairy looked into her eyes made her thoughts jumble. The fact that the beautiful bird of paradise touched her willingly, and so intimately, woke something inside Lily that she never suspected existed.
There was an odd hotness blazing up inside her body, the fire’s center low in her belly. She held her breath and forced her body to stay still, even though she wanted to squirm. She wanted to push her butt more firmly against the golden fairy hands.
The fairy smirked at her as though she could read her mind.
“Let’s wash you now,” she whispered and caught Lily’s hand.
She led her to one of the steaming tubs and helped her inside. When Lily was sitting up to her chin in the hot water smelling of cloves and mint, another fairy brought a soft sponge and gently washed Lily’s neck and shoulders.
The fairies talked in a melodious, strange tongue, and Lily listened, charmed and curious about what they were saying. Soon, the soft voices lulled her into a state approaching calm. For a moment, she let herself forget why she was here.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the heat and the touch. Someone set about unbraiding and combing her hair and it just felt so good to be touched.Pampered. That’s the word the other brides had used. The sponge now abandoned her shoulders and dipped under the surface of aromatic water. It glided slowly over Lily’s collarbone, over the tops of her breasts…
Lily jerked as the soft material brushed against her nipple. The fairies didn’t seem to notice. They talked and laughed, and the sponge slowly circled Lily’s chest until it touched her other nipple.
Lily sucked in a shallow breath. The hotness in her belly lit up again. The sponge slid over her nipple, again, and again… A taut string of tension burned between Lily’s nipples and her core, and every touch drew the string a bit tighter until her center was throbbing.
Again, the sponge caressed her nipples, which were as hard as pebbles. Lily screwed her eyes shut, knowing that her face was red, refusing to admit how much she enjoyed this violating touch.
A splash of water, a wave enveloping her body. Lily’s eyes flew open. One of the golden creatures was in the big tub with her, her hands searching under water until they clamped on Lily’s foot. The fairy in the tub caressed Lily’s feet and calves under the water with another sponge, while the one behind her back teased her breasts.
Had it been the same for the other girls?Lily wondered. And suddenly everything was fine again. It had.Pampered.That’s what it was. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the warm thighs behind her.
The sponge was discarded and now practiced, firm hands massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples until the throbbing between Lily’s legs became agonizing. She felt needy and hot, and played with the thought of touching herself just to ease the tension. But the fairies read her mind again. Her hands were lifted out of the water and held.
“No touching and no satisfaction for you until you meet the master,” said a chiding but sweet voice. Lily whined but let them work her body, hoping for more. Her nipples hurt from too much attention, but the hands massaging her legs were on her thighs, slowly creeping up to the center of Lily’s need.
A hand brushed against her lower lips, a small glittering moment of perfect touch. Then, it worked on her thighs again, making the moment seem like an accident.
But it wasn’t. Lily bit her lip to keep herself from moaning. The hand brushed against the gates to her pleasure. She arched her back and spread herself as open as the tub allowed. She kepther eyes tightly shut so nothing would distract her from her pleasure.
A caress inside her lower lips. A spasm of pleasure passing through Lily’s body. Now, very light, almost feathery gliding touches on her inner lips, circling the tiny nub of pleasure, teasing at her opening, playfully dancing across her back hole. There was no holding back her moans now, so Lily keened, wordlessly asking for more.
A small, slippery finger darted inside her opening and she jerked, shocked at the intrusion. But it retreated as fast as it had come.
“Everything in order,” said a voice sounding like honey. “She’s pure.”
Lily opened her eyes, the golden glow of desire seeping from her body.
