Chapter 36

The Elf prince betrayed nothing, unfazed as Oberon's diaphanous wings fluttered into view, the morning sun shining through their translucence like living stained glass windows, throwing splashes of deep red light mixed with sapphire onto his earth toned garb. They stared at each other, their steely eyes locked, while Oberon's wings had become deadly still, but still fully extended, both looking like bulls about to lock horns.

Gebson looked at the two ethereal hunters with worry, uncertain if they were about to murder each other. Some dark part of him secretly hoped they would, making his hunt of the star maiden not necessarily easier, but at least at his own pace.

Oberon decided he had had enough tension, there would be plenty enough to go around later in the day. He straightened his posture and folded his wings, but did not extend the royal a hand. "We have not heard your name friend...."

The Elf surprised Oberon, throwing his head back with a hearty laugh before extending his hand. "Of course, where are my manners!? I am Torvil, a simple lord in service to the mighty King Alvor!" Oberon shook his hand, scanning for any traces of underhandedness in his face as Torvil did the same.

Interesting, he thought. A false humility ploy, something he had seen employed with great success among the lords of Men but seldom Elves. Lords were never 'simple', often by virtue of being lords, an Elven lord doubly so, and no Elf would apologize for a lack of anything, much less manners! Oberon couldn't remember the last time he apologized for anything, and then remembered it was because he was never wrong.

Some called him arrogant in the past, but the proud Fae prince simply thought he had a keen sense of self-worth. "I would of thought a lord of Alfheim would have had plenty of eager brides at your beck and call..." Oberon noticed out of the corner of his eye that Gebson had relaxed his tense posture, while Torvil maintained an artificial calm. "Report speaks goldenly of your women."

"As it does yours."

Gebson piped up, not to be outdone. "Hey what about our women!?" Oberon and Torvil both looked at him blankly, saying nothing before returning to their conversation.

"So why the star maiden?" said Oberon, now walking in pace with the Elf, towards the middle of the clearing. "She is as flighty as she is cunning and has led many a noble soul to their death."

Torvil stopped, taking in a sharp breath of the crisp morning air. "I could ask you much the same, knowing that this is your final chance for a mate..." Oberon glared at him. He did not like it when others knew of his affairs. Torvil kept his eyes in the sky, waiting for the moment they all were. "But we both know the answer, why we dance with death, why we buckle fortune on our backs for just one chance...for one woman, of infinite fickle and charm."

"Because she is beautiful." finished Oberon.

Torvil stroked his chin, his fingers in want of beard. "Quite right. 'Tis a curious thing, we higher races hold ourselves above mere Men...but we are more alike than not, we bleed the same, we die the same...whether it be seventy years or seven hundred...but most of all, we love the same, and the very beauty that inspires such love."

Oberon decided he liked this fellow. Perhaps they could have been friends in another life, if they weren't competing for the same woman. Shame the world would be bereft of his light by day's end. "Truly, I can't say I would be moved to such feats of valor were we competing for a loud, bloated harlot, whose beggarly looks matched not her haughty spirit."

Torvil smiled, his exhalation coming out in a puff of steam in the morning air. "Indeed. Let them be hollow so long as they are fair."

"There she is!" shouted Gebson, his muscular arm outstretched as he pointed towards the fading clouds.

In the air they looked, the faintest of silhouettes, and in the light they saw her, just as the last star of night faded before daylight. She was nearly invisible, but for the golden fire of the sun, catching itself in her succulent curves. High on her chest sat full, jutting breasts, reflecting yellowish light around their sleek slopes, currents of illumination outlining her wide hips as she floated down from the sky, while a coquettish smirk graced her face, her eyes like bright stars, with no pupils apparent.

She touched down in front of the three hunters, giving a slight curtsy before assuming a pose of supreme elegance and femininity, not unlike one that a muse would adopt before an adoring artist. She stepped towards them, dancing with inhuman grace in between her steps, as if walking was just another form of flying.

As Oberon was closest, she came up to him first. Her tempting gyrations made his hair stand on ends, his eyes drinking in of the soft, seductive orbs that swayed from her chest, not quite believing the sight of dew drops dripping off her almost invisible skin, the sunlight shining through the drops as easily as it did her. She came up to his ear, her vast, round breasts grazing him by the arm, sending a titillating chill through his body.

"Oooh a prince...Prince Oberon!" she moaned, running her gentle hands around his chest before kissing him on the neck. "Long have you chased me...Lord of the Fae...we shall see if the long years have taught you anything or if you are but another, destined to fall to The Wild Hunt..." she said without a hint of sorrow.

Oberon bristled at her remarks. No man, much less a woman, could question his prowess unscathed. It was a testament to her loveliness that she remained unchecked, while jealousy burned in his heart as she sauntered over to the other hunters.

He looked longingly at her, mesmerized by the twin swells of her round ass cheeks, the daylight outlining their supple curves exquisitely. She danced in front of Gebson, giggling as she bobbed her head in front of his concealed manhood, the imagined gesture having the desired effect of arousing the human while stirring envy in the other two.

Gebson felt helpless as her sexual aura numbed his body. She was far more beautiful than he could have imagined. He groaned when she rose up from her mock fellatio, feeling the irresistible softness of her enormous breasts skim against his chest, her hard nipples creating a pleasurable dragging sensation as she finally came up to his face.

Her eyes, despite being glowing orbs, still elicited emotions from the young man, his primal instinct to protect and hold a woman all but overpowering his ability to think rationally. "Ahh...you are so brave to have come to me...a Man of the East...to take me as your bride would be a feat for the ages!" Gebson could only sigh in agreement, hearing her chuckle as he was completely taken with the slow, rhythmic heaving of her luscious breasts, watching beads of moisture twist and stream around her sensual flesh.

"You are a speck to me, a mayfly to my dragon, competing against my multiple lifetimes of experience...and still you follow...even to your doom..." She put her hands around his head, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Good luck my champion."

As she dropped her hands away and flitted over to Torvil, Gebson felt like he had just fallen from heaven. Oberon snickered at the dead stare Gebson exhibited. While Men were never taken for The Wild Hunt like the Fae or Elves, once being kissed by a star maiden, they were forever smitten. No pleasure could ever compare, often dedicating their lives for five minutes of bliss rather than a lifetime of contentment back home, most going mad or killing themselves in their eternal chase for beauty.

Titania was most generous with Torvil in her affections, letting the Elf prince hold her by the bottom as she reclined in his grasp, her thin waist accentuating the hefty globes of her glowing breasts. Oberon and Gebson both were tempted to take her down now, but until the sun reached its apex, she would be free to fly away. This was the one day where she would be forced to the ground.

Torvil had a hard time reconciling dream and reality as he held her, relishing the feeling of his hands sliding against her moist, silken skin, his fingers slowly gliding along the edges of her chest to the inviting opulence of her breasts. Just as his finger tips were about to sink into her ripe peaks she left his grasp, and wrapped one of her legs around him as she kissed him on the forehead.
He held her at an angle higher than himself, the two looking like two lovers frozen in mid-dance. He said nothing, his eyes completely consumed by the divine vision of her pouting tits, glowing from the light she captured from the sun and the delicate sheen of perspiration that gleamed over her smooth skin.

She beamed at him, before mashing his face into her warm bosom. "Torvil of Alfheim...I have heard your desire for me through the winds...seen your lust for me in your dreams..." He sighed in her embrace, able to breathe deeply of her fragrance, which smelled like rose petals crossed with lavender. Even as he kept his eyes closed, he could see her radiant light through his eye lids, her feminine orbs pressing softness and the warmth of the sun on the sides of his face.

"I have but one question..." She pulled his face from the smothering valley of her flesh, his expression telling her he wanted nothing more than bury his face between her massive, golden breasts. "Am I fairer than the fairest of maidens in Alfheim?"

Torvil sighed. He knew she knew the answer, but indulged her conceited whim, if only because it was the truth. "Yes."

Titania barely suppressed a frown. She preferred more fawning and odes to her beauty. "So you have seen all the maidens of Alfheim then?"

Torvil grinned, relishing the feel of his fingers slipping and kneading into the satiny smooth skin of her heart shaped bottom. "Only the ones worth seeing, my lady." It was then Torvil narrowly dodged an arrow that whisked past his head.

Oberon cursed, he knew it would miss when he saw the Elf's long ears twitch a second before the arrow came to its target. Gebson had already pulled out some of his traps, looking at the high sun with an eager smile.

Titania let loose a contented gasp, affording herself a brief grind against Torvil's torso before jumping off. Mortal danger turned her on, and the fact that men were willing to slaughter each other just for her turned her on even more. "Oh my the time is nigh! Two princes and a fisherman...who shall win my love!?" She thrust her chest out, letting her hands massage her heavy breasts, before moving down to her writhing belly and flared, breeding hips, her lush curves instilling dangerous lust in the men before her. "Only the worthy shall have my hand...let the hunt begin!"

She twirled like a spinning flower, before coming to the edge of the woods. Gebson gulped when he took in the full display of her agility, her legs a blur before his mortal eyes. Even more intimidating was her ability to seemingly blink out of reality, appearing in multiple spots without actually running to them.

Oberon and Torvil's eyes could see what Gebson's eyes could not. Though barely perceptible to even their refined senses, they could perceive her teleport from anywhere sunlight touched the land, a gift from the Gods to remedy her lack of flight for one day. In the night however, not only would she be more visible, but she would only be able to travel from one pool of moonlight to another, not the easiest thing to do in the shadowed wood. This was how he was going to capture her, thought Oberon, when her advantages were nothing before his cunning.