Morning comes. Eventually.

Fey were patient as a general rule. Sure they bored easily but they were never in a rush. At least in theory. Aster was desperately willing the night to be over, natural progression be damned. Bowen's hard wood seemed to grind ceaselessly against her nethers no matter which way she twisted herself, the hot plant flesh drawing a sympathetic response from deep within her. It was with terrible embarrassment that Aster realized she had begun leaking feminine juices all over the offending rod, allowing it to easily slip around with even the faintest of movements from her or Bowen. This further stimulated her and initiated a vicious cycle that left her whimpering in frustration... and need. It would be so easy to just scoot up and let it sink into her... NO. No. That was not what she was. She was fey, she was in control.

But the feelings did not abate and the best she could do was hold herself still, reminding herself over and over again why she wasn't impaling herself on Bowen's hard, masculine meat. She'd gotten to the point of gently whispering prayers to Father Time for a hastened sunrise when the first birdcalls filled the air. "Thank you Father..." Aster was practically crying with relief. She could actually feel the tiny puddle of femininity pooling under her thigh, who knew how slicked up Bowen was. The thought sent a shiver down her spine and she whimpered again, definitely not out of frustration this time.

Morning light touched the tip of the flower, casting a warm luminance over the strange bedfellows. The hard wood pulsed between her legs and she gasped as it slapped up against her lips again. Nature Damn that infernal stick... enough was enough. She took a deep breath, ready to wake the sleeping treeman. She was going to do it. Any time now.

She let her breath out in an anguished moan. She didn't even want to know what kind of conversation this situation would spawn, which made her frustration all the worse: back when she went to sleep for the winter she wouldn't have cared. This would have been an annoyance and she would have woken Bowen up right away to tell him to either leave or turn around. Of course, if she'd been thinking straight she never would have bedded down with a treeman either. To say nothing of the hot, needy, pain/pleasure aching in her belly... Oh she wanted him inside of her sooo bad...

She shook her head violently, trying to dispel the unnatural desire, but smacked Bowen in the jaw with her forehead. They both groaned and Aster panicked as she felt the treeman stirring. On instinct, she played dead, heart racing disproportionately fast considering the benign situation. First he snuggled closer, arms pulling Aster flush against his chest, and she was caught between relief, arousal, and anger. Anger won. How dare he go back to sleep! I've been awake half the night dealing with his problem!

As discretely as she could while still feigning sleep, she wiggled her hips around his erection, bending the rigid length between her thighs. Bowen groaned throatily and Aster's heart fluttered in spite of herself but a moment later he went rigid. Well finally! With painful slowness his arms released her, his chest receding and his chin leaving her shoulder, laying her out on the interior of the flower. Aster fought not to laugh at his exaggerated caution, which was all for naught, and she drew a vindictive sort of thrill from putting him through a fraction of her own embarrassment. His cock slid out from between her legs, dragging across her lips, perineum, and finally flicking over her pucker as it sprang free. She couldn't repress a grunt at the final contact, some deep dark part of her sorry to feel its absence.

Bowen froze but after a minute of her feigning sleep he slowly turned over so that his back was facing her. Aster was grinning into the flower, relying on every ounce of self control she had not to burst out laughing. With the crisis averted, as if on cue, the lily began to open and reveal the morning world. She felt Bowen shift behind her, grumbling something about "bad timing."

Aster let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally: it was all over, she would never have to do this again, there wouldn't have to be any awkward conversations, and she and Bowen could get down to business... Right. Finding the source of the corruption. Now that Bowen was awake and presumably in control of his erection she supposed she didn't have to fake being asleep anymore. She stretched languidly, flicking out her wings from storage and arching her back, "Good morning." She turned to Bowen, determined to put all this behind them, but he was staring hard at her.

Glancing down, Aster realized her dress was still drawn up to her navel, baring both her bottom and front to the awestruck treeman thanks to the angle she lay at. With a sound akin to vibrating wood, Bowen's erection visibly tented his tunic.

Bowen was surprised he was still alive. He don't know what he expected, the entire morning was bizarre to say the least, but considering how vibrantly Aster flushed red when he saw her privates... and when she saw he saw her privates... He rubbed his brow dejectedly. She was bathing in the dew on a flower a fair distance away and he resolutely kept his back turned, though he was sure he wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. He couldn't imagine how she'd have reacted if she'd woken up while his erection was sticking between her legs. He shuddered at the thought.

"All right. Let's go." Aster flitted over, once more looking every bit the noble fey, alighting on the petals. "Hey... Um. Aster, I'm sorry about-" She shook her head, holding up a hand to silence him, "Let's go." She repeated. Whew. He'd been dreading what she was going to say, he figured she might not even want to travel with him anymore. Rising to his feet he nearly slipped in the moisture collected at the base of the flower, "Woah. Hey what is this stuff? It was on the inside with us." Aster's wings shimmered red for a moment but her face remained calm, "Oh, that's just nectar. From the flower." Bowen bent down to cup a handful, "Wow, there's a lot of it." Aster's wings flushed red and she looked away. Bowen realized he was parched, "Hey, Fairies drink nectar sometimes right?" He brought the clear, sweet-smelling liquid to his lips and took a long pull, oblivious to Aster's wide eyes and burning red wings.

"Mm! This stuff's delicious! I should sleep in flowers more often!" He noticed Aster off to the side, beet red with both hands covering her mouth. "Aster are you sure you're ok? You look kinda... hot." She didn't answer at first, just closed her eyes and shivered, her legs rubbing together, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Let's go." She seemed almost shy to touch him but after a moment she reached under his arms and lifted him into the sky before he could ask any more questions.