Reg was no normal shop owner. He looked normal except for those green eyes that seemed to glow when he bedded a woman. He had a certain taste in women. He liked them vulnerable and submissive...as it was with his kind. He was a born leader of times long gone by and was trying to adapt to the modern ways. So he found himself in this little city in North America owning a book store. He was lonely, he had left his last mate behind in his native land as she was cruel and unkind to him and to herself. He was here for a new mate. Someone to carry on his line. Someone to wed. Someone to take his seed. His family long forgotten but to him the past was what made him and his beginnings were his future. He was a mythical creature that time of old had forgotten who had reached the age of maturity and will never age past this point. Here is how he began as all his kind began.

The Welsh Bendith was his father's line and the Persian Peri was his mothers. The Bendith are ugly troll like fairies that can manipulate and entrance others but the Peri are Persian fairies of great beauty and truth that glow with all the colours of the rainbow. The Bendith are warriors of strength and control and the petite Peri are curious gentle fairies. His mother, Elia was taken in a war and forced to marry a Bendith fairy king, Lord Balhori, who was greatly ugly and cruel.

Their first coupling on their wedding night was forced upon the petite Elia. Balhori being 7 feet, extremely muscular and excessively scarred came upon the virgin Elia, of only 4 foot 6 and fragile, a little too rough that night. If was their ways to take their women as they wanted, without thought. The Bendith women preferred it this way as they too wanted to be treated roughly, it was their way.

However Elia, coming from a gentle Persian race was delicate, fragile and had an exquisite beauty. Her petite frame, delicate face, pale skin, long silky, white blonde hair with full red painted lips took the breath away of every man, woman and child in Bendithia when Balhori returned with her as his prize as part of the peace treaty. Elia, the first virgin daughter of a great lord was to be given to the High Lord Balhori, King of Bendithia, to cement a unity of the two lands. If their union produced a child he or she would grow to rule both their lands and ensure peace.

The night of their coupling, Elia was afraid as the huge warrior came into their wedding chamber. He was freshly cleansed as she had been by some hideous toll-fairy females. They had washed her naked standing in a large basin of water. They had cleansed her breasts and her womanly area. She had never had anyone touch her there and found this shocking. But they assured her that "Our Lord" would want to taste the nectar of his new bride.

Standing before him in a white virginal sheer robe of silk, as was their ways of virgin brides, he came in the room and smiled. He was a beast of a man and so very ugly with eyes of green, one of his redeeming qualities. She could see cord upon cord of muscle running down his arms, his bare chest and down to his white silk loin cloth that did not give him any modesty. She could see with great definition that he was very large and she was certain that this night would not be without terrible pain and blood. She had to bleed. Twas the ways of our people. If you did not bleed and soak the virginal wedding cloth that she clutched in her hand, she was impure and would be shamed and sent home and the war would continue. So even in her fear she hoped she bled to soak this cloth so it could be on display in both lands to prove they truly were mated and she was pure enough to be a prize of peace.

"You are a beautiful fairy, my bride, Elia." His voice so low and sure and confident, he smiled and his ugly face somehow softened. "Tis our ways for me to take you. Now! With force and tear your maidenhead within you and claim it as my own." He said advancing on Elia.

She gasped and took a step back. She didn't mean to, she wasn't supposed to. She was to take a step to him, not away from him, but she was afraid.

"Fear not my little one." He said smiling, and again his face softened and became almost handsome within his ugliness.

Elia took a breath, but still full of fear took a step forward. Was the dance of old, he took a step she took a step and this continued until they joined coming together in peace.

"I know you are not of my land and I promise to take care as I take you." He said taking another step forward.

Elia took a step forward, with great fear in her heart which she was certain was visible on her fragile delicate face.

"Ah yes, come to me child. Come..." he beckoned. He was trying to use a spell to ease her but her line being of pure fairy blood was immune to such things. She regretted this as she wanted to be entranced so this would be over soon and her heart wouldn't explode from fear.

"hmm...you are immune? I'm so sorry my bride, but I will try to be gentle." He moved closer and she too took a step to him.

He was now within arm's reach of her. She was so small and stood just below his great chest, he too was afraid of hurting this delicate creature. He wanted her but he didn't want to kill her on their first coupling. He had to be gentle as gentle as his cock would allow. He had never had a woman so fair. He had never had a virgin woman, nor a desire to bed one. Women with experience would go to their knees immediately and take and swallow what he had to offer and bend to his needs without hesitation. This child like creature before him could easily break, he would have to couple with her with care. She is so afraid which made him harden for some reason. As a warrior he wanted her to fear him a little but trust him to treat her with as much care as he could.

Elia said nothing. She clutched her virgin-cloth and waited for her husband to do as he will. But he stood there looking at her and gently smiling at her. She looked down and could see him hardening, his size was that of a tree branch, she was certain this coupling would kill her and her virgin-cloth would mean naught to any if she was dead....the war would begin again. She pleaded in her mind that Balhori would not kill her. She looked up at him, into those green eyes she was finding mesmerizing. Was he able to entrance her after all? His lips were full and almost beautiful and she licked her own lips as she looked up at them. He moaned and reached for her.

His hands gently caressed her shoulders, she couldn't help it but tears started to flow down her white and delicate cheeks.

"Fear not, I will try not to harm you with our first coupling." He said gently. He took her more firmly and she relaxed a little in his arms. He reached down and gently kissed her rose red lips. He felt her lips part and he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth.

In spite of her fear she moaned softly feeling this warriors large tongue push into her mouth battling with hers claiming her unkissed mouth as his own. He let out a deep groan and she could feel his hardness press against her body.

"Ah yes, my little Elia, you do respond well." He withdrew his kiss, which Elia was sorry for as she was feeling his kiss move throughout her body and feeling strange tingling in places she had never before. He walked over to the large wedding bed. Elia gulped and immediately became afraid.

"No...don't be afraid little one, shhhh...come to me." He beckoned with his hand out reached to her.

"My Lord as you wish." She bowed and walked forward and took his hand.

He gladly took it and pulled her quickly onto the bed beside him and she yelped out a surprise and he chuckled. Lying on his side beside her he traced his enormous hands over her face and down her hair. She sighed softly, this was nice, she thought, he's not hurting me.

"Ah yes, Elia...my bride. I will claim you as mine and we will soak your virgin-cloth for all to see, I promise you." He smiled gently, then suddenly he tore at her silk robe which broke away quickly exposing her tiny breasts. She jumped and yelped.

"Fear not...it's just a delicate thing that is holding my treasures away from me. I will not touch you in such a way as I did this silly cloth." He said reassuringly.

His hands tracing down her sides then across her flat belly. He made little circles at her belly button then stopped and looked in Elia's eyes. She was holding her breath, his hands were but magic upon her flesh.

"You are glowing softly with your fairy colours my bride." Balhori chuckled. Elia blushed with embarrassment. She had never done such a thing ever in her 315 years of life. She had seen others do this when they were close and holding hands but never had she experienced this before. Her skin seemed to be alive with pastel rainbows glowing from her skin.

"You are a treasure, a thing of beauty...and you will be mine ever eternal to plunder at my will." Balhori said with a low growl.

Elia looked into his sparkling green eyes and they seemed to glow with green fire, then his mouth was upon hers once again. He groaned into her mouth as his tongue forced his way into her mouth and claimed it again. He pulled back and they were both breathing slightly harder and he bent down again and sucked upon her lips, harder and harder until they swelled and were bruising, but strangely she liked this. Her race was ever gentle and no one talked of times when couples were anything but soft and caring and of a gentle touch. This was electric and made her body ache. The ends of her small breasts hardened into little pearls as she arched up to his kiss. He sighed and smiled.

"Oh yes, my Elia you do not cower from pain. A true child of a warrior! " He pressed his hand gentle against her stomach.

"This womb will produce a son that is fierce!" He bellowed raising his head and laughing.

As was our ways of marriage, all females were to be in season on the night of their wedding. A virgin conception was one of the purest kind and produced great warriors, leaders and the most beautiful of all. It would be of devastating shame to her and her people if their coupling this eve did not make her ripe with child. The healers and the seers of both races would examine her on the first full moon after her coupling, a fortnight ahead, and would announce if she was shamed or not. They predict the sex of the child and make plans for the future leader. But first she must take Balhori's seed several times this eve to ensure the future of their races. The war must end at any cost.

"It would please me my Lord to give our races a new leader." Elia said smiling nervously up at her warrior mate.

"Yes, my Elia...yes. I will fill you with so much seed upon our first coupling it will spill upon our bed clothes!" He smiled raising her tiny hand to his lips and kissed gently.

"Now, do not fear..." He said cautiously. "I will now touch your delicate skin and claim what is mine, but I will put aside many of our ways and move in a manner of your people." He smiled gently down at her as he moved his hands up her stomach and between her small breasts.

"My Lord, I am yours to take as you will." Elia said submitting to his power. Her lips were bruised and swelled and the pain felt...somehow exciting.

"It pleases me to see you accept me willingly my bride." He said moving his huge hand to her breasts. He kneaded gently and maintained eye contact with her. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes, my bride. I want to be sure you want me and only me." He softly ordered.

"Yes...yes...my Lord. My apologies I did mean to offend." She said horrified and in fear of what punishment he would now inflict. The Bendithians were known for their punishment chambers throughout the lands. The slightest offense and the punishment chambers would be used. There were many such sorts of chambers, depending on the depth of the offense committed. So her fear was visible in greatness upon her beautiful delicate face...and she ceased to glow like a rainbow.

"Nay...do not fear.." Her warrior soothed.

"Just keep your eyes on me. Understood?" He asked gently.

"Yes my Lord, I do not wish to offend nor do I wish to place my feet upon the floors of the Punishment Chambers." she said softly and boldly looking into his ethereal eyes.

"ah...Punishment Chambers...I see, again, fear not. Tis our wedding bed. I will forgive you of your insolence this eve..." He said firmly, then rolled her nipple between his fat fingers. She sucked in a breath and her body started a glow again. Her eyes shone a delicate light behind them shining colours of blue, green, violent and white.

He purred with approval and continued rolling her nipples on her small breasts.

"Ah my bride...you have such small breasts but your nipples are hardened jewels bigger than any crystal set in my Helm of Bendith. They stand out so far I am compelled to chew upon them." He said flicking a nipple quite hard with his finger. Elia yelped but groaned at the same time.

"Yes my Elia...oh yes!" he encouraged.

He bent down and kissed her swollen lips and plunged his tongue sharply into her mouth, she opened and moaned. He moved his body so it was over her. His body was so large it completely covered hers so he was careful not to put his full weight upon her. She squirmed under him. He did not force her legs apart and enter her..as would have been his way with any Benditian woman, no he reveled in her soft moans and her gentle rainbow glow as he kissed her and forced his tongue into her mouth.

He looked down upon her and smiled. Elia thought he was becoming more handsome but his body was so big looking down she could see he had assets that matched if not more so. His size had yet again grown and it would seem he was large if not larger than the warrior statues that stood in her home court yard. These statues were 10 feet tall and had equipment to match, yet here before her, her warrior groom had that and more. She was sure there would be great pain if not death. Balhori saw her concern and smiled.

"Again little one, fear not. If it takes many couplings to finally make you mine I will oblige. But tonight I will fill you with my seed even if I cannot fully take you to my hilt." He said gently caressing her face.

"Thank you my Lord, but it is our custom to soak my virgin-cloth. So there must be a virgin coupling of blood. Please my lord." Elia pleaded.

"Yes, of course, little one. Do not worry, there will be virgin blood even if you do not fully sheath me between your legs." With this he kissed her again gently at first then again sucking hard on her lips. She moaned and he kneaded and pulled hard upon her nipples, she pushed herself of the bed and moaned louder and started to glow even brighter.

This pleased Balhori as he thought he would have to rape his Peri bride and he was prepared to do this to ensure the peace between the two races. In fact right now both sides expected him to be forcing her upon his hardness. Yet she succumb, to the pain, to the gentleness... to him. How could he refuse her when she glowed so, how could he refuse her when she was like that of a child in size and in sweetness. In all his 450 years he had never had such a delicate beautiful creature underneath him, nor had he ever hoped to make her his forever.

He kissed and bit hard upon her nipples. He sucked upon her flesh marking her breasts. She was his. She cried out with pleasure all the while glowing and breathing hard. He kissed her and marked her stomach. Her hands ran through his hair as she seemed to push him down upon her glowing flesh. She tastes of a fresh spring day. It was intoxicating and he almost forgot himself when he let out a loud roar and startled his little Elia.

"Do I offend you, my Lord." Elia asked startled by his roar.

"no, no...you are a delight. You skin tastes of spring and your moans are but music to my ears" He groaned softly.

Elia smiled. "I am glad my Lord, I wish only to please you this night."

"Aye and many other nights ahead." He smiled up at her.

"I will now taste of you, little one." With this he moved between her legs and spread them gently.

Elia was a little afraid but gave him no resistance. He was gentle and spread her legs carefully. There before him was a wonder he had never seen before. Her delicate skin was aglow even here, between her legs. She had no hair as her race was known for. She was small and tiny, like that of a child but she was womanly all the same. This concerned him but of course this race was tiny so her 4 foot 6 inch frame delicate, he reminded himself that she was a woman of 315 years and she was his woman. He looked down at the delicate soft mound and followed the soft folds that hid the secret sheath that made her a woman.

His virgin bride.... had never touched. He breathed gently upon her sweet mound and she sighed and her delicate womanly lips parted ever so slightly. He looked up at her and she had her glowing eyes upon his face. He smiled and reached up for her small breasts and pinched her nipples hard. He held them, pinched then pulled up and released and pulled up harder then released. She moaned and her little mound moved involuntarily up to his face. He continued the painful tugging of her nipples but she loved it. She didn't know why but he wanted it to hurt it sent shivers all the way down to her core.

Balhori took in a breath through his nose. "Ah, my sweet Elia, I smell your virgin scent. Soon to be mine." He groaned.

He lowered his nose to her mound and breathed in her fragrance. She shivered and moaned more loudly. He looked upon her glowing rainbow coloured eyes and pulled ever harder upon her nipples, she cried out in pain and in pleasure. He then set his tongue upon her mound and followed her the crease of her folds down to her virgin sheath. She almost came undone and raised off the bed towards her warrior.

"My Lord!" she called out softly. "This feels so strange to me yet my body is alive and tingling all over, especially in my most private of womanly parts." She cooed.

Balhori chuckled against her soft mound.

"My bride...I will bring you pleasure, I promise this." He said burying his tongue deeper between her delicate petals.

"Ah yes!...your virgin nectar, let me partake in this and drink you." He said releasing her nipples and lifting her up high with his hands on her buttocks. She moaned ever louder and came closer and closer to exploding into colours.

Balhori pushed his tongue between her now swollen lips and lapped at her nectar and groaned louder and louder. His cock was weeping as he rhythmically rubbed it into the bed beneath him. He wanted this tight sheath around him but he knew it was too soon. He needed to make this delicate sheath open for his final assault before he could mount her. He pushed his tongue inside her. She winched and clamped her lips upon his tongue. He looked up at her and gently pushed forward. He could feel the very thing that made her pure. Her maidenhead was at the tip of his tongue. He gently licked and pushed upon it, lapping up the sweet nectar that she poured into his mouth. She relaxed and moaned and tossed her head gently side to side. He would not let her finish like this. He wanted to make her finish over and over again upon his cock. He would be shamed if his cock were not the tool he used for her delicate virgin first time eruption. Again their ways...silly? Maybe but his cock throbbed and it was of a great size than it had ever been.

He pulled his tongue from her maidenhead and lapped at her lips, Elia moaned. Such joy she was feeling she was glowing ever brighter and wasn't sure when it would end.

Balhori found her tiny nub with his fingers and gently rubbed in soft circles. Her eyes opened wide and glowed so brightly they shone upon their bed chamber wall. He chuckled and lapped at her nectar.
"Elia..you are not to erupt for the first time without me between your legs. Do you understand?" He demanded.

This surprised Elia as she wasn't sure what he spoke of but understood how wonderful his fingers and his mouth felt.

"No my Lord...I...shall..not..but.." she stuttered.

"But what?" he demanded.

"I know not what you speak of when you say erupt..." She blushed and her glow became of softer colours and more muted. Perfect thought Balhori...she is calming.

"Well...my sweet child, you are feeling good all over and a sense of building is happening within your body...is it not? He asked smiling up at her.

"Yes....yes, my Lord, I feel such strange and wonderful things building within." She blushed. Balhori chuckled.

"As per our agreement and our ways you are not to have your first virgin eruption until you are upon my cock as it is believed that when I fill you with my royal seed your womb will take my seed deeper." He smiled so sexily at her she started to glow brighter again.

"You please me, Elia, I want our coupling to be perfect. This will also ensure the treaty between our peoples." He moved up over her and kissed her hard on her swollen lips, she moaned loudly.

"Now, Elia...open for me. Let me bury myself between your legs and soak your virgin cloth with your blood. You will be mine." He growled, his eyes aglow as he looked down at her.

"Yes...yes...my Lord." Elia said and tentatively opening her legs. His body fell in between her legs so naturally it was as if he belonged there. He rose up and grabbed his cock in his hands. Even in his huge hands his cock was too big. She looked down afraid.

"..fear not, little one. Your delicate petals are slick with your passion. It will take my cock and I swear to be ever gentle." He encouraged.

He squeezed the head of his cock and a bead of liquid fell from it and upon Elia's soft mound. He moaned and she squired beneath him. He held firmly above her and stroked his huge hardness above her while staring into her eyes. He seemed afire with passion and his breaths were heavy. His great chest expanded and his rope upon rope of muscles tightened while he stroked. He moaned louder.

"For you....my virgin bride...for you..." he moaned as he stroked.

"My Lord...yes, you are a true warrior. So strong and firm. Your hardness matches no other I have ever seen in the great halls of statues." She looked down and watched as bead after bead of clear liquid fell from his enormous tip of his hardness. She was certain her delicate folds would not house such a weapon.

"You honor me, my bride...you certainly honor me with your words." He moaned and stroked harder.

He lowered his hardness to her mound and stroked against her. She cried out softly. "yes, my Lord...yes." Her skin glowed in pulses brighter. He smiled and stroked his cock against her nub until it stood out and pushed back against him. Another bead of his liquid fell against her delicate nub and she moaned louder.

"no...not yet my bride." He took the virgin-cloth from her hands, as was their custom he was to hold it to his manhood and catch all virgin blood in fear there wouldn't be enough to soak the white cloth. No white was to show, it must be dripping with the blood of his virgin bride. Her heart quickened as he took the cloth as she knew this massive hardness was about to rip her and probably kill her if he wasn't careful.

"I shall be as gentle as I can yet fill this cloth." He said. He wrapped it carefully in his hand and stroked his cock upon her. His breath became steady her glowing increased. He pushed gently into her delicate petals looking for the wetness to coat his cock head. She moaned and shivered.

"Not yet, my bride....no." he commanded looking at her fiercely with his green eyes glowing as bright as hers.

"No my Lord...but my Lord...you feel of fire against my womanly parts." She breathed heavy.

"Tis, well, my little one...tis well...I will pull back my stroking upon your nub and find your nectar to wet my cock head to ease the entry to your virgin sheath." He said gently. He pushed her legs apart painfully, she had never had her legs thus and it hurt but she allowed her husband his right, this was his to take.

"I'm sorry my little Elia but my cock will not fit if your legs are not parted completely." He said groaning as he pressed his hardness against her wet core.

"There....there it is, your sweet wetness that will allow our people peace for eternity." With the virgin-cloth near his head he stroked faster and breathed harder.

"Do not fear...I will push upon your maidenhead gently to break it and let your blood flow." He encouraged. His cock head was too big to push passed the delicate lips of Elia's heavenly parts so he had to pull her lips apart painfully to expose the sheath that he would claim. Elia winced and Balhori apologized.

"Forgive me my bride but I must open you up to accept my cock head. It will help with the catching the virgin blood also." He said stroking his cock harder against her maidenhead.

He pushed harder, she moaned loader but it hurt a lot. But Elia found this pain made her nub tingle and her nipples pearl even more and she cried out. Balhori thrust gently forward and pushed the huge head of his cock just inside core, tearing her maidenhead. He groaned loudly and she cried out in pain. He reached down and rubbed her nub and he tried to push his cock in further. He had not completely taken this virgin cunny. He needed to thrust more to break her maidenhead completely.

"You are too small my Elia..." he panted.

"You must! You must make me bleed my Lord...please!" she begged through the pain and pleasure of it. He thrust harder and she screamed...he tore into her, planting his cock firmly half way in. He yelled out a roar and rubbed her nub while he pulled out his cock to the head. He could see the virgin cloth was almost full of her blood.

"I'm sorry Elia...we need more blood...I must go deeper." He rubbed her nub and with one hard thrust firmly planted himself inside her virgin hole to his balls. He held tight while she screamed and begged him to stop as the pain was too great. She finally calmed. The pain was unbearable but her nub was near to exploding and even though he did not move she rocked her damaged and torn core against his hardness.

Balhori was panting hard and looking down at Elia, she was ready to erupt upon his cock as a pure virgin bride should. He was so proud of her. He did not move. He wanted to give her time to adjust to the thickness of his cock that was planted firmly inside her. He looked down and saw the virgin-cloth of proof was not only full but it dripped upon the bed cloths too. He was pleased. He held it up.

"Elia, my sweet Elia..see? The virgin-cloth...you are not shamed." He smiled and bent down to kiss her swollen lips.

"Thank you my Lord...oh thank you my Lord!" she moaned and started to glow anew. She was in dire pain, he could tell but her resolve was not over. She was about to erupt upon his cock. His cock started to twitch and wanted to move but he knew this would hurt his little Elia more. He would call in healers to have her made anew once they were finished in their wedding bed this eve.

"Do you want to continue my brave little one." Balhori asked softly.

"My lord! We have not yet fulfilled our coupling." She said panting and rubbing against him. He continued to rub her hard little nub between them. And watched as her colors pulsed in rhythm to her pleasure. His cock grew harder, she winced but moaned as she looked up at him with her rainbow glowing eyes.

"My Lord I wish to erupt when you erupt...fill my womb with seed and make me with child this eve." She begged reaching up for his lips. How could he refuse her.

"Elia, I will move within your tight sheath but I fear this will hurt you and make you bleed even more. Be prepared my bride." He said gently. He pulled out slightly and pushed back in. Elia called out in pain. "Do not stop my Lord....my eruption awaits yours." She moaned. He pushed in gently, she winced again. He became undone to see this brave tiny fairy, his beautiful bride take such pain and want more and still glow with pleasure. She was a true mother of a leader and deserving of his seed. He took no heed to her cries of pain and moved ever faster within her tight walls. Harder he thrust inside, she cried out in pain, he went faster and deeper. Looking into her glowing eyes as she pulsed faster and faster she finally erupted and filed the room with bright light and clamped down on his cock so hard he could barely move inside of her. The extra tightness was his undoing. He stroked one last time and yelled "Elia...take my seed bride." As he filled her. He kept stroking and crying out and moaning as they both rocked together. He could not stop he filled her womb with his seed as they both erupted a second time. Elia's glow was bright and pulsing in time to her moans as she softly moaned "my Lord...my Lord.." over and over again.

He looked down at his now spent bride and smiled. His chest ached with the pride he felt for her.

"You are such a good girl, Elia..." he said kissing her softly on her swollen mouth. He looked down at the marks he had made upon her glowing flesh and smiled. Mine he thought. She is mine.

"Elia? Are...are...you alright, my brave little bride?" He laid down beside her and took in the rest of her body to see where else she may be "marked" or bruised. He felt no guilt but a sense of possession towards her, she was his to mark or bruise or to spill his seed in.

"My Lord, I apologize but I am with pain within my womanly parts." She moaned softly. Her body was aglow with not only her skin but from Balhori sweat as he pounded mercilessly in and out of her sheath. She looked over at him and she saw pride radiating from him.

"So brave...a fine mother of a leader." He moved his hand down to her stomach.

"I have filled your womb with my seed, my bride. In a fortnight we will have news of a son, I'm sure of it!" He bent down and kissed her stomach.

"Now let's see how you are down here." He said motioning towards the top of her legs. She winced and closed her legs tight.

"Fear not, you are my bride and I will care for you. You gave me a great gift this eve. And I wish to care for it as I intend to use it more before this eve is through." He grinned at her excitedly.

She gingerly spread her legs for his examination.

"Wider...Elia.." he commanded.

"My Lord...but it hurts..." She complained. Her skin was now back to normal no more rainbow glowing.

"It's supposed to hurt, it shows you were pure and I was the only one there. It is now mine and I will care for your delicate sheath." He smiled encouragingly at her.

"Now open very wide. And I shall fetch a basin and ointment to heal you." He poured water into the basin on the side table near the window. This was left here for the coupling, with fresh cloths and ointments to heal his bride once he tore her maidenhead. He had never cared for anyone who was a virgin but he would treat her with care.

He looked out the window and there were people standing in the court yard looking up at the window. He could see them in the glow of the moonlight. They saw him and cheered. He forgot...he was to come to the window and wave the virgin-cloth once it was confirmed she was pure. He was so concerned with his bride he forgot this important ritual. Then he was to call for the Seer to take the cloth who would confirm it. The cloth would be encased in a magic glass box upon a crystal pedestal and people of the land would come and see it and rub the box for luck with their own couplings. The box would then be visited by officials from Elia's lands and we would celebrate our union as a people.

"Elia...my sweet.." He began. But she could hear the crowd and knew they had forgotten the ritual.

"Tis, alright. Tend to me after the ritual is complete. He took the sacred cloth and with love and care he looked upon it.

"It is a beautiful sight.." he said glancing at Elia then to the cloth.

"This is our beginning. Great things will happen because of this blood soaked cloth. Tis the blood of purity, the blood of peace, the blood of our love..." He hoped she would grow to love his ugliness, but he knew that there was something she liked about him or she would never have erupted so.

"Yes, my Lord, it is but a great cloth of beginnings." Elia sighed. She thought perhaps she could love this huge ugly man...in spite of his ugliness she felt stirrings within her core anew when she looked upon his warriors body and saw the excitement and pride in his eyes when he looked upon her virgin-cloth filled with her blood.

Balhori went to the window and opened it. The crowd roared with delight. He then held the virgin-cloth out the window and waved it with pride. The crowd roared even louder.

"Seer! Cometh to my wedding chamber to retrieve the virgin-cloth soaked with the blood of my pure bride! She is truly pure and filled with my seed!" he yelled the words of old as was the tradition of royalty when they took a bride. He waived the cloth again then closed the window turning to Elia. There were tears in her eyes, she was so proud of him, he was a warrior and he was hers. His strong arms were hers to protect her and their young, his too large cock was there to penetrate her when he felt the need and fill her with seed all the days of their lives together. She was falling in love.

"My Elia! Cry not! This night of pain will be over soon, I will heal you and clean you." He hurried over to the bed. A knock came to the door. The Seer.

Balhori went to the door.

"My High Lord Balhori. You called for me?" The Seer said as he bowed. As was our customs all Seers were eunuchs and were picked at birth by another Seer. They could see much clearer without passion clouding their thoughts.

"Yes! Yes!" Balhori grinned. "Come in! Come in! My pure bride is upon our wedding bed please approach." Balhori was beaming with pride to show off his new pure bride that he had broken and filled with seed.

"Yes...thank you." The seer said smiling from beneath his robe. He was a very small man compared to Balhori but he was a eunuch this was normal for him. Yet he was still much taller than I.

"My Lady" he bowed at Elia from the side of the bed.

"I need to ensure that indeed you were pure." As per our traditions he had to inspect her to ensure she didn't just pour blood on herself at the coupling to fool her groom.

He leaned over and looked closely between her legs.

"My Lord, would you?" The Seer nodded at her mound.

"Yes, yes, of course..." Balhori said eagerly and proudly.

He reached for her legs and spread them gently.

"I have to spread them far my little one.." he said apologetically.

"Tis our ways...." she said turning her head as she was blushing and embarrassed.

Balhori pulled her legs apart until they hurt as he did before. Elia moaned in pain softly. He patted her thigh softly and smiled at her.

"Shhhh....just relax." He said gently.

"hmmm....she did bleed a lot my Lord." The Seer smiled at them both.

"A very good coupling!" The Seer said again smiling gently at Elia.

"Now the maidenhead. I'm thinking it was very thick for such blood...no?" He asked Balhori.

"I do not know, Seer. She is very tiny as you can see and I am somewhat larger." He rubbed his slightly hard cock for the Seer to inspect and smiled lovingly at Elia.

"Well done, my Lord!" He smiled and bowed at Balhori.

"Mayhap you can undo her delicate folds....gently..." he said smiling at Elia reassuringly "so I can see the maidenhead is indeed broken in complete."

"And why would it not be?" Balhori asked almost offended.

"Oh my Lord Balhori, do not take offense. Often times the maidenhead can take several couplings to break completely as it stretches or heals if a healer is brought in too soon." He explained.

"I see. I was about to put ointment on her delicate folds so she would heal faster as I was eager to fill her with more seed." He said stroking Elia's hair lovingly. Elia was very sore and was hoping that she could get the ointment very soon to heal her core. As she did want more seed to ensure she was with child before this eve was done.

"Just relax my love.." Balhori said as he gently pulled Elia's delicate lips apart for the Seer. Elia winced. Balhori gently shushed her.

"We are almost done...relax." He said gently.

"More my Lord Balhori...sorry child." The Seer said.

Balhori pulled her lips painful apart until her core was visible to the Seer.

"Ah yes! There! There it is!" He said excitedly.

"Tis a large maidenhead and is mostly broken. Perhaps two or three more couplings this eve will correct this." He smiled at Elia and Balhori.

"However...I'm sorry but no healing ointment as it will heal too much and the maidenhead will be repaired. ...Sorry my child, I know you are in pain." He patted her hand gently.

"How can this be?? She completely sheathed my cock!" Balhori said grabbing his cock and balls in one hand.

"See the size of me? How did I not break it all the way? Impossible!" He said apparently angry with the Seer.

"I'm sorry my Lord Balhori. Perhaps...did you?" The Seer began

"...did you penetrate her with great force or were you of a gentle warrior?" He asked softly of Balhori.

"I ....I...was gentle...at first, but then I pushed hard to my resolve!" he said happily.

"I know she is of a small fairy race but her kind are strong and heal quickly. You must penetrate her forcefully and hard at least two more times this eve. Here." He reached into his bag he brought.

"Take this new virgin-cloth and also fill with blood. " He handed the new cloth to Balhori.

"Tis not over?" Balhori asked?

"Aye! Tis over. She is pure, you have soaked the virgin-cloth. Aye, but this second cloth is of extra importance. It is rare to fill two cloths. If she fills two cloths she will be noted as a great mother to our people for ever more. She will bare you many sons and fill your heart with joy. This extra cloth with determine if she is a great Queen our people have searched for throughout our past." He smiled and bowed at Balhori.

"Well then! Tis over!! She is pure the virgin-cloth is soaked and our people are at peace." He let out a sigh of relief.

"This next cloth...My Elia will put you on a pedestal for all eternity. Women will dream of bleeding as you have this eve and men will be jealous of me and my Queen." He said with pride.

"My Lord, there is one more thing..." The Seer said clearing his throat.

"And that is..." Balhori asked sternly.

"As I said these fairy races are healers. You must not let her maidenhead heal. She must wear a special baton made from the finest leathers, inside her when you are not engaged in coupling. We will have one made in your image." He nodded towards Balhori manhood.

"A baton? What is this contraption? Will it harm my Elia" Balhori said looking at Elia then at the Seer, concerned.

"No, it will not harm her but it won't allow her maidenhead to grow over her womanly sheath. She is to wear it day and night throughout all her activities until her bleeding stops. I would think, 2 fortnights hence." He said looking thoughtfully at Elia's delicate broken core.

"My Lord?" Elia said.

"No worries, my Elia... We shall have the best baton made and it will be delivered tomorrow. Tonight I will fill your slick sheath with my cock until morning. And we will fill the second cloth with more virgin blood, my love." He said holding up the cloth.

"Seer, have the best leathers used and have the baton delivered before second meal." He said leading him to the door.

"My Lord, I need to...err...measure your hardness to ensure we make the right size.." The Seer said stuttering.
"But I am not at my fullest at the moment." Balhori protested.

"Mayhap we bring in a healers assistant to bring you to your fullest again?" The Seer asked.

"errr...yes...of course....wait no! My seed from this day forward I pledge to my Elia, only!" He said.

"My Lord, please give me instruction and I will help you this very minute to ensure you are of your fullest." Elia said trying to sit up on the bed.

"Wait...Seer. Please tend to my brides soreness buy cleansing her. Elia will help me with my fullness." He said sitting on the bed near her.

"Elia there is something you can do for me, I will not spill my seed accept for in your womb this eve but you could kiss me to fullness with your lips upon my cock. He smiled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"Ouch!" Elia winced as the Seer gently cleaned the blood from her swollen folds.

"I'm so sorry My Lady..." The Seer said bowing and continued to clean.

"I would be happy to kiss you to fullness. Just tell me how." Elia smiled up at her warrior king.

"I will straddle your face thus." He said hovering over her and holding on to the large headboard so he didn't fall upon her.

"Now open your mouth, little Elia..." he said softly.

"Yes my Lord" she said opening her mouth and looking up at him.

He pushed the head of his softened cock into her mouth and groaned.

The Seer was finished and waited patiently to measure his masters cock.

"Yes Elia...now suck....harder...yes...that's it...can you take a bit more?" he asked pushing in more of his cock past those swollen lips he had bitten earlier. He groaned, she moaned and started to glow.

"Oh my!" The Seer said.

"Beautiful!" He exclaimed.

"yes, Seer, she is beautiful, is she not?" He said with pride pumping in and out of her swollen mouth.

"Yes Elia...almost hard enough...suck it harder...can you taste that? That is my seed, suck it up, Elia, taste me..." he moaned.

"My Lord that is very impressive, perhaps I can measure it now?" The Seer asked happily.

"Not yet...Seer....it's not hard enough. Suck harder my bride, yes!" Balhori pushed in further about a third of his cock was in her mouth and she started to gag. He groaned and pumped faster, not going in too far. She gagged every so often while he pumped.

"Good girl, Elia...suck me...suck my seed out of me..." He groaned.

"My Lord, mayhap the seed is best spilled deep inside her still virginal sheath." The Seer said.

"Yes...yes....you are right." He looked down at Elia lovingly and pumping a couple more times then gently pulled away. He touched her face tenderly and smiled.

"I am growing to love you my little bride." He said softly.

He stood at the bed and the Seer immediately took out a measuring stick from his bag and taking Balhori's cock in one hand measured with the other. Balhori didn't seem to flinch, the Seer was a eunuch after all.

"Oh my! My Lord! A cock of a true King, my Lady is very lucky." He smiled and quickly left the room.

Balhori turned to Elia, who was cleaned, but hurt and he hardened even more. He was going to claim her now and much harder without mercy. She would be the legend Queen. He grabbed the other virgin-cloth and climbed on top of Elia. She started to glow.

"Ah my Queen, you are not afraid of pain...I love you..." He said as he sunk deep inside her and tore her mercilessly. She screamed in true pain, not pleasure and stopped glowing instantly.

"My Lord! My Lord! NO! It hurts!" She pleaded.

"I'm sorry Elia, I must take you hard...I must." He held the virgin-cloth under his cock and caught her blood as it flowed. He was so overcome by his love for his new Queen that he thrust in deep and hard and emptied ribbons upon ribbons of seed. All the while Elia cried and begged and hit him trying to get him to stop. She did not glow, not even a little bit.

Balhori roared as a warrior triumphant in battle and brought the virgin-cloth between them to inspect it. Nay...it was not yet soaked, not even near soaked. He will take her again but with more force when she was not so moistened.

Elia was sobbing, she was very hurt and thought after seeing the cloth that it would be surely full of her blood, but it was not.

"Fear not my little Queen." Balhori encouraged.

"It is not my desire to hurt you but we must continue to ensure your place. I promise once this is finished with I will never take you so hard again." He said sweeping her tears from her face.

"My Lord..." Elia sobbed. "I understand but I hurt so..I fear I will not be able to walk or will be too damaged for you have me again...I fear I will die." She said sobbing.

"Oh no! My little one, you will not die! Nor will you be too damaged not to take my cock to its fullest.....I promise you. Be a brave little warrior and fight through the pain...it's almost over." He said smiling sweetly at her.

He got up and cleaned himself and her off. He used the virgin-cloth to wipe her as he didn't want to waste any of the blood. He then put the cloth to his nose and took in a deep breath.

"You honor me, my Queen." He said his eyes glowing bright green and shining onto her bruised and marked body.

"Now Elia...suck my cock." He said moving over her and pushing his almost erected cock into her swollen lips.

She opened her mouth, still sobbing and sucked. She did not glow this time. She just sobbed and choked on his cock as he pumping in and out of her mouth.

Then he pulled out of her mouth.

"Ready" He asked.

"No my Lord! I don't think I can take it! Please! She pleaded.

"I'm sorry Elia, we must do this. I will take you a different way and mayhap it won't hurt as much." He flipped her over on her stomach and propped her up taking her buttocks into his hands. He kneaded her buttocks and pushed his thumbs close to her little bud which was pulsing. He had never taken a woman in the backside before but seeing Elia's pulse thus made his cock harder. But he must spill his seed in her cunny this eve so not tonight. He placed the edge of his very thick cock head at her opening. From this angle he could see what the Seer had seen, the maidenhead was torn but there was still some left that he had to break. It was stretching and he had to rip it. He had to go in hard and fast. He felt guilt but knew this was the right thing to do.

She was looking like she was not that moist anymore as he pressed his cock head against her maidenhead for the third time this eve. Elia sobbed almost silently into the bed clothes, which strangely made his cock even harder. She was crying for him for the pain he would gift her with. He was so proud of his little Queen. He wet his thumb and pressed gently against her little backside. She moaned softly. He pushed harder and the tip of his thumb went side. She started to glow.

"No! Elia! You must not enjoy this, I have to tear your maidenhead not stretch it again!" He said sternly

But as he pushed his thumb in deeper she glowed ever softly.

He plunged his cock deep inside with one stroke until his balls rested on her swollen petals. She screamed out, louder than he had heard her this eve. He pushed his thumb in her backside more and pulled out his cock almost all the way...there, there was blood on his cock head, he wiped it with the cloth. Not enough..He pushed in harder then faster and harder as she cried out and begged him to stop. She no longer glowed.

"Good girl Elia...no pleasure yet. Hang on." He said panting.

He pulled his thumb out of backside and the little hole stayed open for a time. It was so lovely he wanted to lick it and bury his cock in it. But he was on a mission and had to break her maidenhead or be forever shamed.

He grabbed both of her hips and whispered. "Hold on my love this should be it." And plunged in balls deep so hard he had to hold her tiny body to steady her. She was crying as he savagely pounded into her, faster and faster she could barely catch her breath with each assault of his cock. He could see blood flowing steadily now and knew he had done it. He pumped hard and fast just to be sure. His balls were on fire and ready to explode seed into his lovely Elia. He cried out a loud roar.

"Elia! Take my seed to thy womb! Elia!" He pushed in so deep part his balls we inside her too. He pumped in and out not being able to stop the seed from flowing. His little Elia was sucking the seed from him. He was truly in love with her. He gently pulled out and got the cloth..wiping and filing the cloth with her blood. He inspected her maidenhead...it was finally broken...

"Elia! My love, it is done!" He said panting.

"My Lord...thank you for this gift." She sobbed. For now she was to be the legend Queen that all would revere.

Lord Balhori, King of the Bendith ran to the window waving the second virgin-cloth to his people.

"Behold!" he yelled.

"A second virgin-cloth! All cheer for your legend Queen of Bendithia!" He was so proud as the crowd cheered.

"Call the Seer!" he yelled.

The Seer came to the door and took the cloth and inspected Elia and agreed that her maidenhead was broken. But Lord Balhori must couple with her all eve until the baton arrived tomorrow or her maidenhead would grow over which would be a great shame for both of them.

So now, he could enjoy her and tonight he was going to make her glow and fill her so full of his seed that it would be nigh to impossible for her not be with child by morning.

This truly was a great coupling!

High Lord Reginald, Emperor of all the Fey lands from Wales to Persia was born on the 10th full moon of their coupling when the trees we orange and their leave fell to the ground. He was to rule both their peoples and there would be peace for all eternity.

However, Reginald, now Reg Farrow, had other plans as time went on, of owning a book shop and having a woman of his own that he would ravage and dominate. He thinks he may have found this finally in sweet little Melanie Blondene...Mel to her friends.