“I may choose anyone in the field, right?” You ask.
“Any one at all;” Cliodna said, “there are no limits but whom is willing to be with you.”
“In that case, I choose you, Cliodna.” You say, stroking her cheek.
The fairy queen was stunned, but in a good way. “Few have ever asked to enjoy my company; and none have ever done so in such a forward manner.”
“How could I not ask one which I have fallen in love with.” You respond.
Cliodna smiled. “You have a courageous and sincere heart.”
Moving closer to you, she added; “As the Queen of the Fae, I have saved my body for the day when one worthy for me to call my bride, to rule by my side as my equal, would come to me.” Cliodna frames your head with the edges of her hands and a golden circlet appears upon it, identical to Cliodna’s, save for the violet gem in place of the queen’s green one. “Today, I have found her.” She wrapped her arms around you and gently kisses you; you return her kiss with enthusiasm.
Normally, your more analytical mind would want to inquire how a race of all females made love and reproduced; but whether it was the love you feel for Cliodna or perhaps becoming a fairy has altered your mindset, you push such inquiries aside. Regardless, you were going to find out, anyway.
You and Cliodna shed your gowns, which fall to the ground like a cascade of golden glitter. The two of you then sit down upon the grass. The queen lies back as you kiss down her silken smooth body. The lips of your mouth soon meet the lips of her womanhood. After several kisses, something emerges from within the folds of her sex; it looked like a flower bud. It opens, and deep within emerged a long, wet stigma.
On impulse, you bring your nose to the flower and breathe deep its arousing floral aroma. Quickly, you feel something stirring between your legs. You look to see a flower of your own has emerged from your sex. “Now,” Cliodna said, sitting up and guiding your flower to hers, “let us get to know one another’s bodies.” Cliodna slid her stigma deep into your body as yours did likewise into her.
You’ve had sex as a human before, but this was something else entirely. The queen’s motions were as elegant as her gently fluttering wings; and her kisses were as gentle as her fingers caressing the edges of your own wings. Likewise, you gently massage Cliodna’s breast as you do your best to mimic the motion of her hips.
Elsewhere, one fairy notices the two of you and speaks to the others. “Look, the Queen, she makes love to another!”
After some time, you and Cliodna quicken the pace of your ministrations. The pleasure of your bodies’ build and soon, euphoria erupts within you as you both gasp and moan in ecstasy. Hot nectar flows from your stigmas into each other’s bodies and your flowers withdraw back to their owners’ womanhoods.
As you rise, and your gowns rematerialize, you notice the crowd of fairies gathered about the two of you. You did not care that they watched.
“Queen Cliodna,” one said, “you have chosen one to be your bride at last!”
“Is she new?” Another asked. “I do not recognize her.”
Cliodna spoke. “She was once a human male who willingly crossed our borders into our world.”
“A human who won a fairy’s heart;” commented the first fairy; “just like Queen Thumbelina did with Queen Cordelia.”
“Tell us,” said still another, to you, “what is the name of the fairy that we shall also call our Queen.”
“I… don’t know.” You answer. “Now that I think of it, the name I had as a human is unfit for the fairy I have become.” Suddenly, as if plucked from the sky, a name comes to your mind. “Amoyra,” you say, “yes, I am Queen Amoyra.”