Give in

Debating for a moment, you decide to give in to your heat. Whether you get your answers now or later will not change your fate. You are Prince Aslan's now. Letting out a shuttering breath, you begin to undress. Hopefully you can get all of your clothes off before you lose your mind. Aslan is already going to have to do all the work for this round, might as well try to be somewhat helpful.

The prince goes to follow your example, but he pauses. "I'm afraid that I am going to have to ask that the lights be off for this."

That takes you of guard. Why would he insist on that? He's one of the most wanted fairies, if not the most wanted, in the Far North. Sure, no one has gotten a truly close look at the man in years, but you doubt that the king and the prince would be able to hide something for this long. Maybe he's just self conscious about his body? Or... Had they lied about his size at the clinic? Maybe, with enough money and influence, they got away with it? "May I ask why, my prince?" you say.

"You'll find out after our wedding." he says, eyeing you nervously, "It is not something I can hide forever, but I need you bound to me before anything can be explained."

What. The. Fuck! This entire arraignment is so strange! Why would Prince Aslan, the most wanted fairy in the Far North and your soon to be husband, need to hide something? What could he be hiding? And why did you two need to be married before you could be let in on it? You make to argue, but your heat flares and your focus is shattered. A soft moan leaves your lips as the powder begins to fly once more. It will have to wait, no matter how big this secret is.

"Fine..." you say, voice beginning to shake with your need, "Keep your secrets. Just make this heat stop!"

He doesn't answer, simply using his magic to turn out the lights before he resumes undressing. It isn't completely black in the room, a soft blue light emanating from your wings stops that from happening. It's not enough to illuminate your soon to be husband. You don't see any light coming from Aslan though, which is very strange... Maybe he simply had black wings? Very rare, but not impossible. Or did he still have his cloak on? They would certainly hide the light from them.

The thought is pushed from your mind as you feel the bed dip. "Get onto your knees ." he commands, his voice making you shiver, "Do not look at me while we do this. When we finish, keep your face buried in your pillow until I tell you. You will not like the consequences if you do not listen."

"Yes, my prince." you say, quickly assuming the position.

With the lights out and your face buried in a pillow, you are completely reliant on touches and sound. You hear the sheets rustling as Aslan gets into position and his hands feel like ice when he grabs your hips to adjust you. You whimper when you feel his cock accidently stroke your thigh. What little experience you have in sex comes from the handjobs and blowjobs you snuck in while at school. The few people you did this with had been around your size, some a bit smaller and some maybe an inch or so bigger. From what you felt... Aslan might be quite a bit bigger than them. Guess that isn't the reason you can't look.

Your wings begin to truly flutter, whether it was just from nerves or an unconscious attempt to get away you'll never truly know, and the room is filled with powder. Apparently you don't need to inhale it to feel it's effects. As more and more lands on your skin, you lose yourself again. Desperate for anyone to fill you up, you begin gyrating your hips and pushing back against the prince. You moan whorishly as you feel his cock between your cheeks, the length exciting you now instead of frightening you.

Aslan is doing no better. Being able to breath it in as well as it being absorbed through his skin has certainly gotten him hot and bothered. The excessive amount of precum you feel on your cheeks tells you that. "You truly are a naughty little fairy, aren't you?" he purrs, "We haven't even done anything and yet, you are leaking just as badly as I am."

You whimper, feeling not only your precum leaking from your tip, but some sort of lubricant coming from your ass as well. Was that normal for fairies? Or was this another one of your oddities?

His cock lines up with your entrance, not even bothering to stretch you with how soaked you are down below. "Deep breath." Aslan says.

You instinctively obey and choke on a scream. Sweet mother of Gaea, this is what your body had been craving! Aslan bloated head pops into you before he pushes onwards, bringing pleasure and a slight bit of pain as he does. Your wings flutter even faster, no doubt spreading more and more of your powder around. It doesn't last for long though, for as soon as Aslan has his cock buried to the root, he lies down on your back to pin you. Your wings are immobilized, trapped on either side of him.

"Stop that." he growls in your ear as you keep trying to move them, "You need not spread more of your lust around. You have me well under your control and I will not let another have you!"

Your body freezes, the prince letting a bit of his magic loose with his words. He's... He's right. You are his and he is yours, both of you well under the spell of your lust. You completely relax under him, letting out a few muffled coos in an attempt to calm him. He responds by pulling out slightly, only to ram himself back in.

"That's it, my darling." he says, the pet name still sounding odd despite your lust, "Give in to me, let me conquer your body and fill you with my children."