... I was having a dream. Pretty weird, but so realistic. I lay, completely naked, on the stomach, I feel a slight touch and whisper in my ear:

- Honey, I'm gonna finish on you!

And I immediately feel hot drops on my back.

Emerging from sleep, I still feel warm on my back. And something else. Wake up sharply and freeze. On my chest is someone else's hand, and someone is pressed against my back.

“To shout or to find out first who it is?” - the thought quickly appeared and disappeared. Heart, like crazy, beating in the chest. Slowly I crawl away on the bed against the wall and sit down, staring in bewilderment at the sleeping stranger. It seemed to me beautiful unreal, but very pale in the moonlight.

"Who is it? Where is he from? God forbid the husband will wake up! I'll be guilty again. ”

With these thoughts, I moved along the wall to the headboard to get away from the guest. My foot touched something cool, and I pulled a sword from under the blanket ... a plastic one. While I was considering a strange toy, I missed the stranger's awakening. His movement was so fast that I did not even have time to cry out, as he closed my mouth with one hand, holding me close, and the other took the sword. I tried to escape, but he only pulled me closer to me. And he quietly spoke in a language unfamiliar to me. His eyes seemed to glow with violet light. Looking into my eyes, he probably understood that I did not understand him. Dropping the toy sword on the bed, he put his hot hand to my forehead. The instant flash of pain made me moan, but the stranger had already drowned out a moan with a kiss, from which both the pain passed and lust awoke. Looking up from me, he asked:

- Do not shout, please. I will not harm you, my fairy. I will explain everything to you.

Stunned by his actions, I was silent, looking at the stranger with wide eyes.

“I am Ellinor, Prince of the Seventh Kingdom of Alleria.” Why I got here, I still do not understand. But I think this: our court magician tried to protect me during the rebellion and moved me here.

- What are you talking about? What prince? What a rebellion? You're crazy!

I could not believe this nonsense.

- I understand, fairy, that you find it hard to believe. But it really is. Give me some time, and I can explain and prove everything.

“Better get out of here before my husband wakes up.” Otherwise, both of us will not be good.

In my head did not fit all this ridiculous situation. It all seemed like a dream.

- Do not worry, my fairy, your husband will not wake up. I made sure no one heard us.

He smiled, and I froze, admiring him. The moon generously allowed me to view it in the twilight. Unreal beautiful, tall, with prominent muscles, he really looked like a prince from fairy tales.

- Why not hear? And stop calling me a fairy, Prince!

For irritation, I tried to hide fear and, oddly enough, arousal. I suddenly understood clearly that I was drawn to this handsome man.

- Do not be afraid. I just used light sleepy charms and put on a canopy of silence. And the fairy calls you because you are a fairy, just the magic in you is sleeping. Tell me what is your name?

I looked at Heller, heard the sincerity in his words, and I no longer wanted to argue.

- Eleanor. You can just Ale.

- We have consonant names with you. I understood why I was thrown out to you.

The prince smiled at me like that, I was ready to throw myself on his neck and beg to take me. What a miracle I restrained, I do not know. Only a voice suddenly hoarse. And I asked in a whisper:

- Why?

The prince stepped up to me, hugged and whispered as quietly as I did before:

- Because you are predicted by fate. You are my lost dream, my lost fairy.

I did not understand anything, just froze, feeling comfortable in his hands.

“Explain, I don't understand anything at all.”

Instead of explaining, he hugged me and kissed me. What a kiss it was! Like a sip of divine nectar. I melted like chocolate in his arms, answering a kiss with fervor.How I ended up on the bed, and at what point my shirt was removed, I do not remember. Millions of sparkles of desire tingled my body. I myself was drawn to the prince, wanting to merge with him into one. When he came off my lips, I did not want to let him go. Laughing softly, Ellinor began to kiss my neck, collarbone ... And when his lips covered a sensitive pea nipple, I could not help myself screaming, pressing his head to his chest. He kissed and caressed my body, as if enveloping him with silk threads of tenderness and passion. I flew and fell on the waves of unearthly pleasure. And then his tongue walked between the petals of my bosom, and I arched towards me, spreading my legs wide.

- Sweet Feeechka! Your nectar has a divine taste!

I just groaned in unbearable longing lust.

And the prince continued, with his tongue and lips, to send sparks of pleasure through my body. When it seemed to me that I was about to blow up into thousands of small fragments, he entered me, filling and giving even more pleasure. His confident deep attacks, his penetration to the very bottom, and now I scream soaring to unbelievable heights at the peak of pleasure. After waiting my orgasm, Ellinor continued to move. And a bright desire awakened in me again. I rushed to meet him, meeting his every push with his hips. Towards each other, merging in the eternal dance of passion. And with each of his penetrations, with every moment of merging, I seemed to be born again. And here I am again on the verge of an explosion. The prince made the most profound impetus, touching on some kind of hypersensitive point inside of me, and we carried off to the peak of passion together. My piercing scream and his hoarse moan merged into one inexpressible sound. Hearingly beating hearts merged into one common rhythm. During these moments I realized that something in me had subtly changed, giving rise to a feeling of something dear, warm. How many we lay in each other's arms, I can not say. Time seemed to stop. A quiet ring brought us back to reality. Reluctantly, Ellinor released me from his hands, smacking his nose.

Looking at me with a gentle smile, he said:

- Welcome back, my fairy!

I, perplexed, looked at him.

“Your magic has returned, Eleanor!” Look, you even returned my sword to its former appearance, - he showed me a sword, already steel, not plastic.

“It's not me,” she said, frightened from her lips.

- You, my beautiful Elechka! Your magic is awake. Do not you feel? Close your eyes, honey. Listen to yourself.

I obediently closed my eyes, not believing in the miraculous awakening of some sort of magic there. And immediately I was surrounded by a myriad of images, sensations, sounds ... I realized that I could fly right now. And I finally remembered my beloved prince.

Opening my eyes, I whispered softly:

- Hello, my prince! How long have I been waiting for you!