They had finally arrived.

From atop the highest point of the castle’s central tower, I could see them all, the armies of the lepidopterids making their final march on the front gates. There was little I could do now, the end was nigh for my kingdom, for my rule… Not that it had been an especially long rule, I had never even been properly crowned before they had arrived, battering down our doors as if they were made of sand.

It would still take them a moment longer, however, before they would breach the central courtyard, and by extension, the place I called home. Turning from the open window, I quickly absconded from the viewing room and back down towards the pantry. My beloved fiancée was waiting down there for me; the escape tunnel that would lead from the castle out to beyond the castletown’s limits would keep her safe. For all the power that the lepidopterids had in comparison to humanity, something as simple as an escape tunnel may go over their chitinous heads.

Faster and faster I moved, running down the tower’s stairs. By the time I had reached the exit, returning back to the castle proper, I could hear the sounds of the enemy creeping ever closer. No time left. The pantry was, thankfully, built in the darkest part of the castle. Less light meant cooler temperatures which meant foodstuffs remained better for longer. Just hearing myself talking to myself made things a bit more bearable.

I knew today would be the end for me. I would not make it out alive, I was sure of it. But if I could keep my betrothed safe… If I could ensure the safety of my subjects, then my life would have had its meaning. This was my destiny, this was what my life was meant for. Some looked at me with such raw displeasure, the crown prince of the Principality of Lefferwood, born with a silver spoon. If only they knew the things I would do for them. Hopefully when their Queen arrives, she will end me mercifully.

“Love!” My fiancée was, perhaps, not like what nobility would call proper. She was a commoner, a trainee for the Rogue’s Guild. In my humble opinion, her strength of character was in being such a rebellious woman. The world could only evolve by those who would challenge us, that was my belief. Those who are different from us, from our cores, change us for the better.

“My dear, there’s no time to waste.” I say, almost out of breath from all of the running. “Quickly, this way.” The small torches lit aflame in the pantry gave me just enough light to make out the hidden panel that made up the tunnel, never used. “I’m afraid, this is it… This tunnel is several kilometers long, it will lead you out of the castletown and to safety.

“My love! Are you sure? You could escape with me! We could-”

I put a finger up to her lips. “It’s not possible, my love. If I vanish they will scour the kingdom looking for me. Hone your skills, avenge me, claim the throne, as is your right.”

“I… I will do just that, love.” She embraced me, one final time, the future setting into stone. I took in every passing second.

I had always felt something wrong, when we shared a bed, when we kissed. Something I could not place, but I knew it was a problem with me, not her. She was a sweet girl, a strong heart, and a will to boot. She would save the principality, I knew it. My fiancée was stronger than I in every way, and she would be better for everyone in our kingdom.

“Now then… get out of here, and I will ensure they do not see the panel.” I finally manage to say, breaking the silence. Leaning down to the ground, I manage to get a grip and use my limited strength to free it from its aging place. “I love you. More than you can imagine.”

That was that. In the moment it would take lightning to flash and crash to the ground, my love was gone and on her way to safety. I safely sealed the panel away, hoping that if the lepidopterids ever found it, it would be a long time from now. Final stand. I could hear them arriving, breaking  through the defenses into the central tower, a spire that cut through the sky.

I grabbed my ceremonial sword, and put on the cuirass that was my birthright. I then marched to the throne room, placing myself upon it. The sword sat in my lap, my guards stood by my side. My captain of the guard, a man who served under my father, looked towards me.

“Orders, my lord?”

I was not some poor fool, fed with a silver spoon. I was trained, a warrior prince, stronger than most. To serve in the name of your people, that was what a ruler was. And I took my father’s words and teachings to heart. For them, for all of the humans in my kingdom, I would lay down my life for their safety.

“There is no victory.” I said, steeling my face. “I will not ask you to lay down your life fruitlessly. I will accept my fate.”

He closed his eyes, nodding. “Your life for the life of your subjects… you’re just like your mother…”

My mother was a great sorceress, mightiest of them all. She gave her life to save the kingdom, during the dragon wars. I missed her dearly, but her sacrifice was not forgotten.

“My mother was the truest human of all of us. Flee and surrender on your own terms, the lepidopterids will spare you, for that I am sure.” My captain nodded to me, following my direct orders and taking his soldiers with him to flee from the central spire. To the throne then.

Each heavy step to the throne room, now empty as though it had been a long abandoned relic of a bygone age, was heartbreaking. Humanity was on the decline, but the work of my mother and my father was restoring what we were at our cores for all to see. And now here we were, just another chess piece to be taken by the Ledopterid.

The thrones sat empty as well, and I could easily see my parents, the Prince and Princess, there as they always had been. But as I got closer, their images faded and they were gone. It was time. The Warrior Prince was never to sit at the throne, I was the Blade, the principality’s greatest warrior. To be armed at the side of the throne was my proper place.

It was time to end things.

I stood there and waited, hand resting at my blade, prepared for the eventual cost I would pay.

I wouldn’t fight, it wasn’t my place. The lepidopterids were fae, I could not beat one in open combat. I had the spark of fae blood from my mother, but I never gained access to it, it never revealed itself in me as anything more than a natural silver tongue and purple eyes.

I sat in self-reflection for quite some time before I heard the doors at the end of the hall thrown open. In its place, I saw the most radiant woman I had ever seen.

She wore armor of pure black, elegant fae craftsmanship apparent in its workings. Her wide, beautiful wings stuck out the back side of her armor, which could lift her up into the air on a moment's notice. Her guards were similarly well fitted, with white armor rather than the queen's stark black.

She took off her helmet, and I saw her pale white skin, her purple eyes, the thick fuzz around her neck, and the gray hair. She emitted an aura of beauty, of magnificence, of authority, that I felt drawn into.

I would not be lost to her beauty, her raw majesty, as much as the allure drew at my mind. My hand gripped tighter at the cuirass’ handle. Until my death, I would stay strong for those who I lived to protect.

My eyes began to glow purple, the fey blood inside me acknowledging her royalty. A whisper instilled itself in the back of my mind, something I would be able to overpower with will, but present all the same.

Kneel.

I resisted. It took all of my willpower, every bit of my being to not kneel before her, the fae blood inside me struggling against its magical orders, to bow before my queen, to bow before the origin of the powers instilled within me.

I remained seated, sweating the whole time. I dared not meet her eyes, for I knew that if I did I would be forever lost, that the fae part of me would be overtaken by her, and her magicbound authority that existed in my family’s ancient past.

My humanity was at war with the fae blood, and it would last me as long as I stood.

“Cease your attack. I have come to surrender.” I say, my body shuddering from the war within my soul.

She scoffed, marching up in front of me. “Is it an attack to assert my right as queen? I can smell the Ledopteran blood in you. You serve me whether you wish it or not.”

“I am human.” I argue back, my eyes struggling to not fall in line with what she demanded. “What little of my mother’s blood is meaningless before my humanity.”

She chuckled. “If only that were the case dear. One drop of fae blood is enough to exert its influence. In my presence, it will only grow, and grow, and grow, until you are one of us~”

“I am stronger than your influence… My father taught me great willpower.” I gritted my teeth a bit, managing to subdue the feelings in the back of my head for the moment being.

“But with time, with time, you will become a fae, my magic filling you head to toe.”

“Just end me. Take what’s ours and end the bloodline.”

“Too simple.” She said, making a clicking noise of annoyance. “No fun either.”

“My mother… my father did not lose their lives in service to their people for you to reduce our lives down to fun.”

She flew forward at a speed I couldn’t even begin to perceive, clenching her hand around my throat. The magic became overwhelming. Her scent, her magic, her appearance all screamed to me, telling me to submit.

“Let us get one thing straight, dear. You are mine. My little princess who will do as I say, when I say it, now, MEET MY EYES.”

“And why would you want someone whose blood is barely… fae…” My eyes were slowly drawn to her’s, against my will. Her presence was too great, even as I exerted the willpower of my humanity. It was not strong enough as I looked into her eyes.

Her eyes glowed, burning into me, the eye contact creating a link between us. My mother had spoken of this before. For two fae to make a contract, they must meet eyes, and that we were subject to the same rules. She was ensuring my word was bound in magic law.

“Do you, Princess of the Principality of Lefferwood, surrender to me, Queen of the Ledopterid Court?”

“I surrender my Principality and myself to you, the Queen of the Ledopterid Court.” I couldn’t stop the words from rolling out of my mouth, as if each word was being forcibly extracted from my soul and pushed out into the mortal world.

I felt the magic binding me, holding my soul. I could not lie to her. Fae could not lie when they made deals, I was bound by the same rules. I intended to surrender, I would surrender. The lepidopterids had no men, but being called a Princess still caused roiling confusion within me.

“Do you agree to become a princess of the Ledopterid Court?” She asked.

“I… I agree…” Again, I could not stop myself. The exertion of her soul upon my own, the magic she inflicted upon me through our contract, was in control now.

“Do you agree to give up any and all claim to the Principality of Lefferwood, forevermore?”

“I agree…” My father would be beside himself knowing I failed to defend the throne to my end.

“Will you do as ordered by your queen? As is the law of the Ledopterid Court?” Her aura was pounding.

“Your word is law, my queen.” I couldn’t resist at this point, the fae blood was strangling out the bits of willpower that came along with being human.

“Do you agree to abide by the laws of the Ledopterid Court, until your essence is returned to me in time?”

“I agree… I agree…” The terms were being set on one side. Why did I have to have even an ounce of fae blood within me?

She released my neck, leaving me gasping for air. She turned away, pressing a phial of glowing purple liquid into the hands of a guard. “Take her to her quarters, I will be with her in an hour. She will drink the potion by force if necessary.

“... Please… Don’t hurt the people of the Principality… please.” I begged slightly, finding myself forced into the presence of her guards.

“They are my subjects. They will not be harmed, the blood of my kind runs deep here.” The queen said, marching off, her metal greaves tapping against the floor. I was picked up and dragged off by the guards, who acted with little mercy. What did the queen gain from all of this? From this game of making me into a princess?

Now that air had returned to my mind, I began to piece together that she was calling me a woman. Why? Why? Was it merely a cultural thing? The lepidopterids had no men, I knew that, but I had met one before, and they had called my father a man…

I lowered my head as I was carried off to my chambers, the two guards holding me under my shoulders, lifting me off the ground entirely. My head felt so fuzzy… something about their scent… their scent… why was their scent so powerful… it was a scent of… superiority… I couldn’t piece it together…

None of it made sense… I knew very little about the Court’s culture outside of the forewarnings of my father, that they would rip out my soul, eliminating my will in the process… Was this what the scent was? Were they sanding away my soul for their amusement? Even if I had been forcibly contracted, the blood being used against me, I would fight with every bit of the human left inside of me.

The issue was, the fae part of me wanted this, My Queen didn’t make me agree, didn’t use her power to make me, but the fae part of me craved it, desperately craved that submission, all it took was that link and I was left doing as she said.

Even the smallest amount of fae blood roared out in service to its Queen. Even those with only a drop of blood in their bodies would be under Her sway if she evoked it.

My door was opened, and I was tossed onto my bed like some sort of used luggage. The elegant helmets of the guard hid their faces, hiding their intentions. One of the white armored moths handed me the purple phial she had been given earlier, uncapping it.

It smelled of the fae, it smelled of my Queen. The moth pressed it into my hands. “Drink.”

Resist.

My father’s words went to war once more against obeying the will of my Queen.

The contract under me clenched my soul in a vice, crushing my will in the process. I tried to resist, my hands shaking as my body forced the phial to my lips. What was I doing? Why was I doing this? I did not want this. I knew in… I wanted this. My Queen wanted this. So I wanted it.

The vice clenched further, and the vial touched my lips. My Queen asked me to do this, she wanted me to drink this phial. It was my pleasure to follow her commands, even if given by her trusted servants.

I drank down the purple liquid, and felt a warmth fall over me. I felt my Queen within me, hugging my soul, lulling me into her embrace. I gasped, dropping the phial onto the ground, groaning as I rolled up into bed.

My vision began to fade into a purple haze, which filled me from head to toe. My mind, my body, all were filled with My Queen’s gift. I gasped as I felt a body that was not yet mine, but could be, a beautiful, elegant body. One of a proper princess.

I saw her through the purple fog. Pampered, simple, adored. Beautiful, wanted, appreciated. There was no hardship in her life, no pain in her existence. She was the beloved Princess to her Queen. That was what I could be… That was what I wanted to be.

I felt my consciousness fade me as the vision looked into my eyes. I wanted it, I wanted to be her… why… it was inhuman… it was wrong… I…

The purple fog consumed me, and I fell into a deep and nigh-impenetrable slumber.

I was pushed down onto the bed by my Queen, my fluffy princessly body warming up at the hunger in Her eyes. I belonged to her, I was Her silly little princess, and She was allowed to use me as She likes! It was always most fun when She did what she wanted with me!

I remembered that there was somebody else I loved, and I really hoped she would come back soon, but for now, I had my Queen, and she loved me so much that it flooded my silly little head with joy!

I don’t think She loved me in the same way as I was used to. She loved me far more as a beloved little possession, a toy to play with, than as a lover, but that was fine! I was a beloved little object for my Queen, and that was more than fine. It was all I could ever want out of my life! To be Her toy was more fulfilling than anything else could ever possibly be.

She didn’t ask for much out of me, I was just pampered and used, and She seemed to enjoy watching me sing to Her tune! She pulled my dress off, pulling me into a deep kiss, filling me with Her wonderful scent. Scent was an important part of being a moth! My fluffy little antennae could tell who was above me and who was below me, and that way I was all so certain that I knew who was allowed to use me!

My Queen’s scent was the most wonderful of them all. It smelled of sweetness and safety and ownership. My mind fogged over and my body heated up at just one whiff of Her royal scent, showing that she was the Most Important woman in my life. Her scent made sure I was ready for Her to use me at any moment, which really helped me out a lot!

I moaned into Her long tongue, probing my throat deep. My chest filled with warmth and need as my fancy underwear was exposed to the open air. My chest was so soft and fuzzy now, as Princesses were supposed to be fuzzy and soft! All I wanted was my entire body to feel of Her inside of me. Each passing moment made my eyes glaze over in pleasurable delight, as Her scent continued to grow with each passing second.

My Queen dropped her trousers, and dropped her panties, as she straddled her way up to my face. Oh! This was one of my favorite parts! I warmed up even more as her beloved cunt moved closer and closer to my face, my mouth watering with anticipation with every passing second.

Her scent was so strong down there, it made me so anxious but She always loved to tease me like this! She liked to see me squirm and I was more than happy to provide for Her.

She yanked on my fluffy grey head of hair, forcing me to meet her eyes. “You like being a good cuntlicker, don’t you?”

I was gasping for air at this point. “Y-yes my Queen!”

“What did I tell you to call me in bed, little whore?” Her hand gripped tightly my face, her eyes glowing brightly.

“S-sorry, Mistress!” I corrected myself as quickly as I could! Sometimes I forgot, my brain wasn’t very good anymore at stuff.

“Good toy~.” My Queen purred in delight, making me happy that I made Her happy! “You are such an airhead, my perfect little airheaded princess.”

I wiggled, my brain desperate for more.. “C-can I lick you now? Please please please please please please please please!”

She chuckled, cutting me off by shoving her perfect beautiful pussy into my face. Her legs pressed down between my neck, slowly cutting off my air supply. I loved it when She choked me, I only needed Mistress’ cunt in my little slut mouth. Fae didn’t need to breathe anyway, especially when Mistress’ magic was sustaining me so perfectly.

I licked and I licked and I licked, giving my Mistress much needed pleasure. If I was good, she might even reward me. Oh I hoped She rewarded me, or punished me, or anything really. I was here for Mistress’ pleasure but I was also there to be her little toy. To be a toy was all that mattered, whatever Mistress did with me was good! It was good to be an object that only existed to give and receive pleasure!

I lost myself in a mindless slutty haze for quite awhile, my Mistress’ scent very much overwhelming any attempt at thinking, especially with my fuzzy antennae so close to Her. I don’t know how long I was between her perfect desperate thighs, but eventually she pulled back, letting air back into my little lungs. I whined with no cunt in front of my face, only for Mistress to begin choking me with her hands instead!

I suppose Mistress came, maybe a few times! I was too busy to pay attention to that, but she was certainly extra worked up right now, and that made me wiggle my thighs together in excitement. “Would you like my strap, little slut?”

I nodded, unable to even pull together the words needed to agree. I felt like I had won some sort of lottery! I got to take Mistress’ strap deep inside of me! Luckily, Mistress got the words together, and with a snap of her fingers, a very large strapon appeared on her hips. Oh gods that was big, I wiggled my hips a bit in anticipation.

She moved her hips to prepare for the insertion. I was more than trained enough for this size by this point, and the feeling of my Mistress inside of me was delightful, so perfect. She didn’t remove her hands from my neck for one moment, ensuring that I got just enough air to breathe. Air was a gift from my Mistress, given that it wasn’t even required for me to live!

Her eyes were glowing with hunger as she pressed the strapon into my wet little pussy. I tried to gasp for air only for her hand to clamp down more, denying me the opportunity. My desperate moaning turned into pained giggles under her strong hand. I wanted more. I wanted more and more and more! It’s all I could process at this point, wanting her to keep using me like this for Her and only Her delights. My mind was going in and out, desperate needy pleasure overwhelming me..

I wanted to cum for Mistress, but only she could tell me to do that! There was a contract that said I couldn’t cum unless she told me, which was one of the best ideas I had ever had! I begged her for a week so that way she had to tell me to cum, and it was very much worth it. I wanted my pleasure to be in Mistress’ hand the whole time!

“Do you want to cum, little slut?” Mistress asked

“Only iffffff Mistressssssssss wants me tooooooo!”

“Good Princess, count to five for me~” She said.

The anticipation built, Mistress’ magic flowing through me, prodding at the contract between us. She could tease my very soul! It was soooo hot…

“F-f-fiiveee…” I managed to choke out. It was so harddddddd… Five was such a bigggg number!

“What’s next sweetie?” She asked, a sick grin forming on her face.

What was it, what was it… uhhhh.. Oh right! “F-f-fourr…”

She stroked my cheek. “Such a good toy, can you remember the next one?”

Uh… oh this one was so hard! I thought about it for a long time, but thinking when I was this needy, this horny, was definitely not easy, not that thinking was easy normally anyway. I scrunched my forehead. Why did numbers have to be so hard!!! Toys shouldn’t have to know big math like that! “I-I cann’tt rememberrrrr…!”

My Mistress laughed so loudly at that, my body wiggling harder as I tried even more to remember what came after four. But I couldn’t, no matter how much I tried.

“It starts with a t, and ends with e.” She continued.

“T… Tree?” Was that right?!

“Close! One letter off!” She continued, sounding more and more delighted.

I whined, uh… uh… uh… Oh! “T-threeeeee!”

I was so smart! Mistress just needed to help me a little bit!!!

“What's next?” She asked, gripping my side harder.

Oh that was easy! It was the number of weeks it took for me to break! Mistress teased me about it all the time!”

“Twooooooo.” I was so smart.

“Such a good toy! Here’s the hardest part! What comes after two?”

And my mind went blank again. W… What came after two? I wanted to cum sooooooo bad, but I couldn’t remember again!

Hmmm… maybe Mistress could remember. She was the smarterest in the whole world! “Wwwhatt comes after two?”

Mistress giggled. “Can’t even remember that? Such a good little toy, aren’t we?”

“Pleaseeeeeee helppppp…” I did my best to give her the pretty little eyes she liked to see when I needed help. Thinking was just so hard… It’s such a good thing I don’t really need to do it anymore! Mistress just decides everything I need for me!

“Hmmm… I suppose you have been good, can you say O, N, E?”

I took a moment to put that together, having to spell? That was so hard, but I eventually put it together after another few minutes of desperate moaning. “One! One! One! One!” I was super smart!

“You may cum, pet.” Her word was law! I could finally do it for Her!

Even when Mistress let me cum, it was still really hard. But I must have been being super good for her, because She pulled me into a kiss immediately, as pleasure overtook all of my senses one last time! Nothing else mattered! All I could see, feel, hear, taste, and SMELL was my Mistress! This was how things should have been, all I needed to do was be a cute little toy for Mistress for all of eternity! Her little fuck toy forever and ever!

I felt so spent after all of that, panting loudly as my body fell entirely limp.

I was so lucky.

My vision began to fill with fuzzy purple mist once more, oh! I guess that I wasn’t here yet. Oh well! I would get here eventually… then I would be the best slut!