Four years. Four, long, bloody years I had been waiting for this moment. The day I would save my husband from the clutches of the Lepidopterid menace. They had taken my home turned it into some hedonistic pleasure garden, slowly being overgrown with enchanted woods. It was disgusting and wrong. Soon enough, I would never be able to fully return to it once it fully incorporated itself into the faewilds.

Years ago I was weak, a coward, I ran away when he told me to, but now I was stronger. I would take him back with my own two hands, and then we would take back the principality as well. All I had to do was kill the Lepidopterid Queen.

“You’re not gonna find him.” A voice stewed from out of nowhere.

“Shut up.” I said to the woman who had been harassing me for four whole years.

“Come on, I’m just trying to save you the trouble. Literally all I have ever done is warn you of why this is a really bad idea.”

“I don’t care.” I continued, not even giving her the gift of eye contact.

“I mean, to be honest, the princess is gonna be real happy to see you, but not for the reasons you think, i’d reckon.”

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Why are you still here hounding me?!”

“Sorry, I got orders, and it’s to keep your stupid ass from dying.” The moth woman said, shrugging.

“Yeah, and how well has that gone? Almost lost me to the cerberus, didn’t you?”

“You aren’t dead. I say that’s a mission success. And the Queen will finally be off my back about it.” 

“What, did you drink all her royal booze?”

“No, that was a different time. I told her this chick she was really into was going to kick the bucket. She didn’t like that. Not my fault I can see the future.”

“You’re kind of a prick, you know that?” I said, making my way up to the castle walls, ignoring all the public lesbian sex.

“You’re gonna trip in five more feet!”

I tripped over the foot of a giggling reveller. “Hey there cutie, why the long face?”

“Leave me alone.” I said to the woman, marching my way up the steps to the castle. The fae in the blue starr-filled coat continued to follow me and chew my ear off.

“So what’s your grand plan to kill an immortal, anyway?” The fae asked me, floating by without much of a problem.

“Stab her til she dies, or gives up my husband.”

“I already told you a thousand times, she ain’t your husband anymore.”

“Horseshit.”

“I’m always right. As unfortunate and pathetic as it is, I am always right! Your husband is not your husband and you’re delusional for thinking a Demigod’s Blessing is enough to make a knife able to kill the Queen.”

“Everything you’ve said about this ‘princess’ is nothing like my husband. He was… he was really sad and depressed, not some empty headed bimbo throwing herself at the first set of panties he could find.” I said, clenching my fist

“Did you not notice the sexcapades that make up the city? Like at all?” The fae asked, getting in front of me with a disapproving look.

“Part of the corruption at the heart of the city, i’m gonna kill the queen, everything will go back to normal.”

“Have you considered nobody wants it to go back to normal?” She continued with. “Everything the Queen did was for the betterment of everyone here. No offense, your ‘prince’ is gone forever. Deal with it before it becomes a thing. Because the Queen will not be pleased if this becomes a thing with her favorite princess.”

“Favorite what?”

“Living vicariously through familial relations, don’t worry about it.” She said rolling her eyes. “Just don’t make the princess cry, you will regret it.”

“What do you mean by regret it?”

“Remember what happened to the king?”

“He was murdered by a powerful mage.”

“No, that was the Queen. He made the princess cry.”

She could feel it in the fae’s tone. Truth. It was undeniable. But it couldn’t be… It just couldn’t be. Her husband was sad, miserable, and depressed, sure… Above all else, he had willpower that other humans could only dream of. He was stronger than any other; if anything, that horrible queen had him locked up in some dungeon cell. 

She made her way up to the door, the guards there just stared at her for several long moments, before opening the door. Their faceless helmets provided no hint of their emotion, neither did their movements.

“Hey girls, fair warning, she’s gonna like stab you in your kneecaps, it’s gonna hurt.” The obnoxious fae announced to the guards.

I moved forward, driving ethereal knives into their kneecaps. Gift from the Lady of Knives. I would never be without a knife ever again. The guards didn’t even flinch, maintaining their posture.

“Fucking creepy.” I said, pulling the knife out and dropping out of the way.

“Don’t worry, they’re in pain. They’re trained to not ever give in. Ever. It’s really creepy, though, yeah.”

“The Queen will see you now.” One of the guards said.

“Ah shit, well let’s go present you to her now, little miss Rogue’s Guild.” My years-long companion waved me to follow her.

As I walked down the carpet to the throne room, I realized how different things were now. The throne room was covered in forestry, art, beauty. There were several paintings that would make somebody less disciplined cry. Every single thing perfect.

On the throne, was an ethereal woman, wearing an unworldy dress, flowing down, waving in invisible wind. In her lap, was the head of a… very plush looking moth woman. She had the appearance of a pampered, loved thing.

A concubine if I ever saw one.

“Well here she is your Majesty, all in one piece and definitely not dead. So you know, I think I deserve an apology…” She seemed have much less reverence for the Queen than all of the other fae of the Court.

The moth in the Queen’s lap shot up at the sight of me, a big stupid grin flying over her face. “WIFEY!”

The moth stumbled over towards me, wings flapping with joy as she tackled me into a big hug. She was extremely soft. You could feel the expensive soaps and lotions that coated her skin.

“W-Wifey?” What the hell was this concubine thinking? I laid there awkwardly, stuck beneath all of her fluff.

“WIFEY! It’s me! It’s me! It’s me! I’m your wife!” She said, nuzzling into me.

“I… I don’t have a wife…?” I said, unsure of how to respond further.

“Oh right! I wasn’t like this before! I was a smelly dumb boy, now i’m a cute dumb girl! A big improvement.”

“Told you so, Rogue’s Guild.” The fortune telling fae snorted. 

I sat there, with this fluffy, chubby, pampered moth in my lap, looking over to the queen for any sort of information. She was just watching with a sly smile on her face, as if this was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

The Queen sat there, in all of her divine magnificence. “I see Fortuna still has the tact of a rotting fish. Yes, that is your Fiancée.”

“Maybe don’t kick me out because you don’t like what I have to say!”

“I kicked you out because you called her “That dumb broad you won’t fuck””

“She hated her husband just as much as you did! Ugh, I need a drink.” Fortuna turned around. “Good luck with the princess, Rogue’s Guild. Like I said… Don’t make her cry, or it will go very badly for you.”

A few maids scurried out with a platter of drinks from off the side of the room for the moth. Fortuna plucked one of the glasses, before eyeing the Queen one last time. 

“Congratulations on the new addition.” She took a sip before exiting the room, truly with the tact of a rotting fish that had been stepped on.

“W-what happened?” I asked, trying to deal with the moth woman nuzzling into me as if she were a cat in heat.

“My Queen made me who I was always meant to be!” She giggled like I was asking something absurdly stupid. “And what I’m meant to be is her silly little slut! Isn’t that exciting for me?!”

“N-no? I…” I clenched my fist, I couldn’t make her cry, I wouldn’t… I looked to the queen. “Why did you do this to her?”

“I did nothing to her that she did not already want for herself.” The Queen mused slightly, looking at the moth on top of me with fond eyes.

“She wanted to be a… ‘silly little slut’?”

“Yah! I wanted to be pampered and pretty and cute, and still be of use to everyone and wow my Queen is so hot that I couldn’t help but get a little slutty.”

“Perhaps she’s a bit more slutty than she may have initially wanted to be, but you can thank years of trauma for that.” The Queen suddenly began her approach. “But how she is now? Is perfect. She is her truest self, a being who is at peace and blissfully aware of what she wants. Isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes Mistress!” She chirped, shuddering in delight.

“That’s a good girl.” The Queen’s hand dropped and she scratched the moth princess’ head slightly.

“And now my wifey is here! And while she doesn’t really smell that good quite yet she is still really hot and kissable and gods I want to eat you out can I do that?” 

“W-w-what?!” This wasn’t right! None of this was right. This was not my husband, I refused to believe this. It had to be some sort of cruel trick the fae were setting up.

The Queen rubbed her pet’s back. “Sweetie, remember how I taught you to tell the truth? Can you do that for me?”

“Oh! Right!” The moth said, her empty eyes glowing purple. “I am your Fianceée.”

Truth. Just like she had felt earlier with that other moth, Fortuna. She could live in denial all she wanted, but this was her love. The one who had sought to make sure she escaped and lived after the fae had invaded.

“W-w-why didn’t you… tell me?” I said, tears beginning to leak from my eyes.

“Well… dad was always really mean about this stuff… and one time he caught me trying on a dress, and then Mistress killed him for making me cry… and uh… yeah, I just decided to stop trying after that. Thankfully Mistress helped!”

“I will always help you, pet. And you’re being just so delightful for me today, and such a good girl, that I believe your ‘wifey’ may need a demonstration of how far you’ve come!”

“Ohhhh! Like what?” She asked as I clutched her close, crying.

“Show her what a pampered… silly… little… slut… of a princess you really are.”

My wife’s eyes glazed over as she leaned forward, pushing me down and locking lips with me. Her long, moth-like tongue wormed its way down my neck, and i let out a gasp of pleasure. How was she this good at kissing? She was always so horrible at it before, it felt awkward and uncomfortable, now she was really into it.

The Queen sat down back in her throne and made sure her gaze was felt on me. The reality was sinking it. I was gonna get fucked while the Queen of the court watched.

My wife broke the kiss, panting. Her eyes were widened, filled with a primal desire for flesh. “You’re sooooo hot now, look at those musclessss.”

She ran her hands over my arms several times, going up and down as she squeezed my biceps. “I bet you could pin me down with these when you aren’t so busy being all sad~”

My wife had been turned into a desperate slut, and for some reason that left me so… so… so needy… she was so good at this now, as she pulled off my armor like she had done this a million times before, leaving my body exposed, she moved with a confidence I had never seen her move with before.

As she ran her long tongue up my chest, in anticipation for what she was about to do next, she looked up at me. “Do you seeee now? This is what I was always supposed to be!”

I would have never believed it if it weren’t right in front of my eyes. But as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of my chest, I could see it in her eyes. This was her. I never had a husband… Only a desperate, needy wife who was doing things to me that I didn’t think were ever possible. There was a hunger present in the Princess, who looked at me like a meal she needed to taste right away. And I was frozen, unable to fight back as she lowered herself down my body, once more leaving a long streak of a lick from my chest down to my abdomen… 

She moved her head down, placing her head right between my legs. Her body was so soft now, and to say that it was any sort of divine would be an understatement. Her entire body, her entire mind, had been bent to provide pleasure to others, and I was just along for the ride.

My stupid, mortal body never had a chance against fae perfection. My mind emptied out and just one lick, every single movement of her tongue and lips as perfectly calculated to provide maximum pleasure. The shrewd, sad man I knew was just a mask, a mask over this wonderful slutty moth princess.

Was I okay with that? Could I cope with that going forward?

I think, right now, I very much could.

“You know dear, all the paintings in this room are her’s.” The queen said, leaning forward, my brain barely being able to comprehend the words.

“H-Huh?”

“That’s right. She’s such a brilliant artist. She needed some time to reacquaint herself with the basics, but she is truly brilliant in more ways than one.”

The Princess didn’t stop for a moment, leaving the whole conversation rather stilted between my desperate gasps and moans. Gods how could anyone be this good at sex?

“Though I must say, right now she’s working her truest talent on you. She gets more practice with that than anything else, I see to that.” The Queen bit her lips slightly, watching as I was reduced down from where I once stood. All I could do was gasp and moan, at the mercy of the Princess’ tongue.

“The guards do too, she absolutely loves it. Let her cum every once and awhile and she’ll be eating out of your hand until the end of time.” The Queen finished. “Now, I hope once you two are done you might… consider my offer.”

I clutched at my wife’s head, arching my back in need. “O-Oofffferrr?”

“Oh right… You’re going to stay as a member of my Court! How fun is that?”

“Uhhhhh…” I could barely process her words, the gravity of her offer, while my wife was buried deep inside me. “Howwwwww???”

“Don’t worry, I’ll turn you just like I turned my precious little princess. She needs something about one part advisor, one part bodyguard. Though in reality most of your duties are going to be railing her into a bed until she can’t see straight.””

“Yayyyyy! I can’t wait for that! It sounds soooooooooo fun.” My wife yelled, as though she had just won the greatest prize of all.

“S-shut up…” I said, shoving her back into my needy cunt. Stopping for a second was a crime right now.

“Just make sure you don’t make her cry, dear. If you do… I’ll know. Or well, unless she asks for it. I think she could get some mileage out of a bit of masochism every now and then. You do have the blessing of the Lady of Knives after all. She is into that sort of thing if I recall.”

I couldn’t even respond at this point, I was clutching at my wife’s head hard enough that it would hurt her were she not so far beyond mortal at this point. I was so close, so so close.

“Pet, don’t let her cum unless she agrees to the contract.” The Queen said.

“Huhhhhhh?” That seemed VERY unfair. But my wife seemed to know exactly how to keep me going without letting me finish.

The queen walked down from her throne, the clacking of her heels against the marble floor sending shudders down my spine. She placed a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes.

“So… Will you accept my offer?”

I felt her magic worm around my soul, much as the divinity of the Lady of Knives had before. A choice: my humanity or whatever an orgasm from my wife felt like. I was somewhat ashamed that it was an easy choice.

“Y-yesssss.” I gasped, horribly embarrassed at how easily I had broken.

“Well, you heard her, pet. Give her a good time~”

By that point, my mind had long faded into an endless sea of pleasures that I don’t think I could have ever imagined I would be trapped in. My wife’s tongue somehow managed to touch each and every sensitive spot simultaneously, while pressing down deeper into me.

The orgasm was, to put it simply, divine. Any semblance of consciousness was obliterated in moments, leaving me shuddering and gasping and begging and moaning. How somebody could be this good at giving head was beyond me, all I could do was ride it out.

By the time it ended I was shuddering and exhausted, my body covered in sweat. The queen giggled, slipping a phial of purple liquid into my wife’s hands

“You know how this works, don’t you pet~” The queen asked my wife.

“You’re gonna be a big strong moth!” My wife chirped, keeping my mouth open as she poured the purple liquid into her own mouth, before leaning deep to my lips. I could barely breathe as she embraced me with a kiss, but at the same time began forcing the liquid from her mouth to mine.

“Have a nice nap!” She said, breaking the kiss and grinning as my vision faded to purple.

It was totally worth it.