From her mind

Liandra wasn't sure about what exactly that meant, but the other two certainly had a naughty sound to them. "If I chose my mind... what would you take from me?"

"Nothing you would ever miss, my dear princess. Does this bother you?"

"Yes" Liandra answered truthfully.

"As well you should... there are many things that would be preciously dear to me. To know motherly love. To admire my father. To enjoy song, music, dance. To have faith in the gods. But you would miss all of these things, wouldn't you?"

"Yes" The sense of dread loomed larger.

"Alternatively, I could take things you are ashamed off. Things you fear. There is preciously little darkness inside your heart, but I can make a feast on what is there. Would you prefer that?" Liandra couldn't focus on anyone else, just this oppressive strange that occupied all of her vision. A part of her mind screamed that this also was a part of who she was, but she didn't know the world to deny him. "Yes"

Everything changed. The stranger turned with whatever he had taken, and she could see the faerie fair vanishing as the dawning sun rays bathed the field.

Liandra's dress liquefied, bathing her body in salt water. Her tiara became mere tin, its glamor gone. Only her shoes remained, the red high heels putting her ass up, and her dagger. True to the stranger's words as soon as she though of home it came to live, and pointed there.

On her way home she found a hunter, who was baffled to see the beautiful teenager walk out of nowhere. He was roasting a venison, certainly poached, and she was very hungry.

"May I bother you for a bite? I feel like it has been ages since I last ate anything" The hunter mumbled his agreement, and if it was surprising to see a naked girl walk on him, it was even more so to see the voracious appetite she swallowed the salty beef.

"I can give you a cloak. It isn't much, but at least it will cover some of your modesty" The hunter offered, but the princess said "I feel fine, the breeze feels good. I never noticed how good it is to walk like this"

"Girl, if you parade yourself this brazenly, boys will be boys and do things to you and your body" But Liandra was curious "What kind of things? sound exciting" The warmth in her pussy begged a touch, and she had no shame to keep her from doing it. That was too much, and the hunter says. "I see. You are just trying to make me fuck you, aren't you?"

The hunter was quite smelly. It must have been days since he last took a bath. Liandra's lithe frame was easily lifted, and she wrapped her legs around him. "I am virgin" she told him, but he didn't believe it until the blood of her broken hymen coated his cock.

"Oh, gods and goddess, I am a woman!" she declared proudly as her whole frame bounced up and down the manhood plowing her so far innocent slit. "This feels so divine! Don't you ever stop" the hunter grunted and focused on fucking this vixen, he would be damned if he didn't make her cum before him. His desire didn't take long "Oh, what is this? What...ah "...she soaked him with her juices, his arms held her while her body was drained of strength, her mind bathed with uncanny clarity. "Tell me your name... cunt. I want to know your name before I flood your pussy with my cum"

"Liandra..." she whispered, it was so hard to think "Princess Liandra of Luxius." His surprise hit him like a bludgeon, and enough for him to lose the little control he had. He flooded her fertile womb with his common semen, sealing her fate with base born progeny. He screamed his orgasm, and held her tight.

So fully he filled her, his cum didn't slide out of her pussy. They held each other for what felt like hours. Liandra grew enamored by the sound of his beating heart. "I am sorry princess"

"I want more" She replied, completely oblivious on what he was sorry for. Perhaps he though it could be done even better? She wanted to try it.

"and I want to marry you" This stunned her