Chapter 39

Emerald and sapphire light twisted along her carved midsection, moving in rhythm to their rut and highlighting the tremulous slopes of tit flesh that swayed from her chest, her sculpted breasts glowing each time he squeezed them, her flesh momentarily showing his fading fingermarks as clusters of stars before returning to jet black once more.

He rushed down to kiss her, noticing some of her restraints were wobbling loose. Her muffled whines of delight did not fool him. If given the slightest chance, she would bound off like a freed rabbit, her energetic grinding only a preview of her supernatural agility that he had come to know all too well.

Their tongues tangled, swapping their saliva and smoldering passion, while Titania's flared, rounded hips fell into the ancient rhythm of returning his thrusts. Oberon relished the feel of her tits squeezing into his chest, his cock drenched in her arousal as the velvet glove of her inner walls contracted around his shaft, massaging his sensitive manhood with instinctive vigor.

She kept wriggling her wrists through her restraints, her mind wanting her to leave and keep up the eternal chase, her instincts demanding she revel in her sexual awakening. She shuddered with each penetrating slam, her belly twisting to her struggling motions, gasping each time the prince's balls slapped against her ass, each forceful collision of their bodies making her starry ebony slopes quiver and sway.

She moaned at feeling her perspiration drenched breasts slide against his chest, her upturned mounds glistening like a warm, steaming ice sculpture. She shrieked in ecstasy feeling his deep, passionate strokes, his ragged, hot grunts in her ear as he pressed the full weight of his body on hers. His hands moved up from her smooth thighs, caressing her full, voluptuous tits before grabbing her face and kissing her lips with brutal need.

She came as he bottomed out in her silken pussy, and knew then that she was trapped, her pleasure subduing her defiance as feral moans were ripped from her delicate throat, her nails digging into the ground as she bucked her hips against him.

Her body had stopped fighting, pinned underneath his weight, she was well and truly caught. Her groans and husky panting had mellowed into delicious whispers and moans, letting him hear the sounds of his victory.

As her back stretched, she offered her perfect breasts to him, swaying enticingly, their incredible size and luscious softness symbolizing how young and fertile her form was, eager for male essence.

Oberon grunted with delight, stuffing his face into her generous bosom, his drool dribbling down her overflowing mounds, before he forced one of her massive globes into her mouth, sucking fervently, lashing her sensitive nipple as he thrust even harder.

She moaned loudly at his intense sucking, her trapped hands digging into the earth as her body quaked with lust and pleasure. She gasped as she felt his moss stained hands grope the fleshy, muscled spheres of her bottom, squeezing greedily as he brought her up to meet his cock, her wide hips completely engulfing his surging manhood.

Other woodland creatures perched from the trees, watching the midnight ravishment with curiosity, the moans of the conquered maiden musical, like the strains of some long lost songbird. Moonlight dappled onto her large, pouting breasts, trembling like soft mountains as her bright white eyes fixated on him with utmost intensity, shining like stars as she moaned in surrender to his manhood.

She wanted this so much, to be taken and claimed, to carry his seed within her ripe womb, and yet freedom called to her, its siren song blaring in her ears as she realized she was perilously close to being his mate forever. She couldn't help wanting more of him, needing more of him, as her lustful body conspired against her freedom and intensified the rhythmic undulations around his cock, the smothering sheathe of her sex eager to suck down his essence.

Her breath was short, her massive, pendulous breasts shuddering as her stomach tensed and released, her body at the apex of pleasure, until sexual oblivion consumed her. Her mouth opened in soundless bliss as goosebumps spread across her moist, moonlit flesh. Every nerve had been set alight with molten pleasure as multiple orgasms wracked her body.

Her vaginal walls clenched and shuddered at her climax, milking and clamping around her lover past his breaking point as he moved away from her luscious breasts and shot his tongue down her throat. His grabbing hands squeezed around her deliciously ample and soft tits as he spurt his virile seed into her celestial womb, her fertile garden eager to grow and bloom.

Her skin flared with blinding light, as bright as the golden sun as her being was stripped of its celestial form, her everlasting spark relinquished in a tempest of orgiastic ecstasy. The woodland animals scurried away, shunning the light as it shone through the forest trees in a wild array of colors, the swan song of the last immortal.

She howled in rapture and release, her squelching pussy sucking him for every powerful drop, rope and spurt of his spend, eager to be seeded and not letting one drop escape from hot womb. She lay writhing underneath him, her sensually soft and gigantic breasts swelling outwards under the weight of his chiseled chest, her hips bucking in spasms of pleasure as she moaned softly into his neck, lost in the sensation of finally giving herself to a man.

Her ecstatic gasps rang out as she felt a new warmth pulse through her veins, the stars and nebulae on her skin fading away as her jet complexion lightened into healthy peach tones, her body taking on the form and appearance of whose seed she had taken, that of the Fae. She felt new pleasure wash through her veins, new sensations greet her skin, new life throb in her belly, she felt...mortal. She was a Star Goddess no more.

Oberon breathed into her ear, utterly spent from his trying day. He dragged his hand around her lithe body, taking in the softness of her skin, letting his fingers cup her silken globes, causing her to sigh with pleasure, before he kissed her forehead.

He froze when he saw cold light caress her face, and stared up just in time to see a luminous horsemen canter by, each clop of the hoof echoing more than it should, the rider bearing the visage of something innately beautiful yet horrifying. His heart pumped thunderously, hoping the horsemen would not take him, that it would recognize Titania as his consort.

The rider stopped, his horse giving off a demonic snort as it exhaled into the cold forest air. For all his imposing show and ominous presence, he simply looked down at the sweaty new couple, giving a nod to Oberon before launching back into the air once more, letting loose a blood curdling laugh as he set the sky aflame in his wake.

Oberon sighed in relief and then caressed her hair, no longer the burning violet-red of a dying star, but a lustrous auburn, as smooth and flowing as air as it slid through his fingers. "You are mine Titania...and I am yours. We shall be King and Queen someday." Her once starry eyes had turned vivid blue, her pupils large and misty, taking in her new lot in life. "But tonight, we celebrate."
He kissed her on the lips once more, Titania happily giving him a lover's kiss as her tongue quested in his mouth, moaning in delight. She hugged Oberon to her ample chest, letting his face rest in between her pillowy breasts. "It is said whoever claims a star maiden...wins her heart forevermore." She picked up his drowsy face, looking into his eyes. "You have played my games and won me, Prince Oberon of the Fae. I would rather have one life with you than an eternity without. I love you."

His eyes softened at her declaration, and cut away the rest of her restraints, pulling his cloak over their naked bodies as she pulled her lush form close to his, her breasts mashing against his chest as she wrapped her toned thighs around him, eager to nestle his stirring manhood into her heated sex. Oberon then said the only words that need be said as the two settled in for the night.

"I love you too."
Their life was magical after that night. There was a huge celebration in the kingdom that their Price had been able to tame a Star Goddess who was now the Crown Princess of their Kingdom. The Fae celebrated while the Elves waited. Their prince had been killed in the hunt. Killed by the Prince or the Goddess it did not matter but the elves were a race with long memory and they knew that they would strike when it was going to be the happiest time for the couple.
Within a year, a beautiful son was born to them. The next Fae Prince with golden wings which meant that he was destined for great things. Titania and Oberon were overjoyed at this while they were celebrating along with the entire kingdom when an emissary arrived from the royal Elven family.
Titania knew that this was not going to bode well but she kept her silence. She did not want to do anything wrong or dark at all on the day when her son was to be christened.
But the emissary brought a curse along with him, which was read out loud by him. The curse was that he was never going to find love in his own race and he might be doomed to be alone forever trying to get the one who would never be his. Oberon was furious at this and would have killed the elf himself but the elf died in front of their eyes. The curse which had been inflicted on their son had consumed him by whole as well.
Titania went ahead to pick up her son in her arms who was giggling and smiling at him mother and she said,” He will find love the hard way and will be brave just like his father. But the curse that was brought as a gift to my kingdom, the same fate would befall the elven child of the royal princess who is a slave of an elven Duke. If my son doesn’t get happiness, then so doesn’t he!”
She might have not been a Goddess any longer but that did not mean that she did not have some of her powers. Her voice and words were laced with magic which would affect the unborn son of the elven princess.
And that happened a century earlier.