Some time later.

A rather long while later, Aster was stirred to wakefulness. She wasn't sure what had awoken her at first, she was wrapped in a warm embrace, cocooned in a lily that had closed for the night. As she tried to snuggle back to sleep, fighting the incessant pull of reality, she couldn't seem to escape a hard spot poking the small of her back. She turned this way and that but it only seemed to press harder on her. Grumpily shifting to try and outmaneuver the rude awakener, she froze as the warm embrace shifted and pulled her closer. Yesterdays events flashed before her eyes and she blushed furiously as she realized she'd actually slept with Bowen. Which was strange on it's own. The Fey put no significance in sleeping with each other. Under normal circumstances she might have found it odd that she trusted Bowen enough to fall asleep with him but she wouldn't be flustered the way she was now.

He was curled around her almost protectively and it sent her heart aflutter to have him so close. She had no idea why she felt so excited, she actually found herself grinning in the darkness. She'd been touching him all day, why was this different? He nuzzled her neck, sighing contentedly in his sleep, and Aster almost swooned. His breath on her neck elicited goosebumps to ripple across her skin. What was the matter with her? Another's touch had never felt this good, this amazing, before... and what was this awful poking in her back? Did Bowen have something in his pocket? It seemed to be pressing from just under his tunic, maybe she could move it if she could just... wiggle... a bit...

It sprung free of Bowen's tunic, popping out just between her legs, but Aster had miscalculated. It was, in fact, not something in Bowen's pocket but a part of Bowen himself. "Eep-!" She let out a little cry as it sprung free, its shape unmistakable even to Aster. It was... Well, Aster hadn't made it one of her aspirations to feel up the genitalia of other fey so it was quite literally the largest dick she'd ever touched.

Frozen in shock, she took a moment to contemplate her situation, hoping a reality check would reveal some trivial incite to how she got here. It didn't and Bowen took that moment to snuggle closer, rubbing his fully hardened erection between Aster's legs. She gasped at the contact, He's a plant, why is it so HOT!? and squirmed to get away. Unfortunately, now that she had freed the monster it had fairly pinned her in place. Bowen's arms held her tightly, his head nestled on her shoulder prevented any upward escape, and now the rigid pole sticking up between her legs completed her imprisonment. She was trapped between Bowen and a hard place.

The more she struggled the more her situation worsened. Squirming to evade the hot rod between her legs only served to scrunch her dress up above her waist, leaving her truly exposed to the intense heat. Eventually she deemed it was beyond her ability to escape and she settled for minimizing her contact. First she tried scooting upwards, which lead to his dick resting flush against her nether lips and an obscene desire to rock her hips against the warm pole. Aster quickly slid as far in the opposite direction as she could, gasping in relief as his rod shifted away from her pussy and then squeaking in alarm as it nestled between her butt cheeks.

Cursing a colorful string of expletives under her breath, she squirmed this way and that, finding that no matter where his erection touched her it elicited unwelcome sensations. She shamefully recognized a few positions were rather pleasant and refused to try them more than once... maybe twice...

In the end she grumpily conceded to holding it tightly between her legs, keeping it at bay from touching anything sensitive. Bowen murmured contentedly in his sleep and nestled closer, overcoming the pressure between her legs and slipping up against her pussy lips again. Groaning in what she told herself was annoyance, Aster settled in for a long night.