Pan's Labyrinth Fan Fiction ❯ The Faun and his Princess ❯ Chapter 2

“Now, my princess, I think it's time for you to sleep…” The faun murmured, disentangling himself from Moanna's embrace. She bit her lip softly and sat on her bed, pulling back the covers and crawling in reluctantly. She sat quietly, the covers pulled over her lap, and looked down.

 

“Will you stay here tonight?” She asked, tracing the design on the coverlet with her finger while avoiding his eyes.

 

The faun looked out the window to the moonlit palace and smiled slightly. “Yes, Princess. I will stay.”

 

Comforted, she sank down into the pillows and curled up on her side, shivering a little. The palace was constantly moonlit, and so constantly cold. One got used to it, but it was still chilly, nonetheless.

 

The faun took a few short strides to the bed and tucked her in lovingly, running his long fingers along her cheek and smiling at her happy sigh. “Thank you.” She breathed as she closed her bright eyes, a small smile upon her lips.

 

“Of course.” He purred softly under his breath, regaining his stance by the window; he was a silent sentinel, a guardian, and would remain there throughout the night. A few hours were nothing in the never-ending course of time.

 

His hearing was very acute, and his ears perked a bit when he heard the girl's breathing begin to slow, becoming even and soft. The faun smiled a little, his blue eyes grazing over her covered form, limp on the bed. She was no longer a girl, really. The few short years - was that what it had been? - had taken a drastic toll on her figure, giving her new height and lengthening her limbs. Her hips had swelled to beautiful sloped curves of womanhood, her breasts had budded and grown, and everything about her was more mature and even more beautiful. He knew she had had her first blood, and knew she was well out of the awkward adolescent age of puberty. He wasn't certain, but he suspected she had sexual thoughts and fantasies. Sometimes during the night he would pass her room and hear her softly muffled moans through the door, and the smell of her musk would be thick in the air. He had no desires like this of his own; he was a singular creature, not made for procreation.

 

Deep in his thoughts, he turned to look out the window, and could see his fairies drifting across the gardens lazily, playing along the fountain. A smile brushed his lips and he raised one finger to stroke them; it was still something of a shock to him that his princess had wanted a kiss. Given, he had kissed her hand, the top of her head, but never dared to desecrate her beautiful lips. His love, which once had just been the alert care of an elder for their young charge, had developed into something more as the princess became more aware of him in several ways. Every touch of hers was innocently sensual and loving. She doted upon him with smiles and hugs. She had melted his heart; something that had been once as hard as stone, as unwilling as the tree he so resembled.

 

The faun sighed and crouched a bit, leaning against the wall. A shift and a hushed murmur from the sleeping princess caught his attention, and he looked over at her. She was most certainly still asleep; her eyes were closed and her breathing even. Upon drifting slowly and quietly closer, he saw the girl's cheeks were flushed, her mouth parted softly, and her body slowly squirmed and writhed beneath the blankets. The faun watched, a little embarrassed, as she proceeded to slip a hand downwards. He could see the lump where it rested beneath the blankets, just between her legs, and couldn't tear his eyes away as it began to move slowly up and down. Moanna's breaths shortened, and her hips strained upwards a bit while she shifted, the blankets slipping away. Her nightgown was hitched up, pooled around her hips, while her fingers rubbed the soft, pink treasure between her legs. He felt his breath catch in his throat, but he shook his head to clear it and slipped closer, gently pulling the sheet back over her as she proceeded to stroke herself.

 

“Ahhn…Faun…” She breathed. He froze, his head jerking to look at her, but she was still firmly asleep, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. The faun felt a heat rise to his cheeks while she squirmed fretfully, and he could hear the soft wet slap of her fingers pressing into her body. He looked away, attempting to distract himself, wondering if he should leave until he could be sure she was finished. He reminded himself he had promised to stay, and sighed under his breath.

 

“Touch me…please…” The princess gasped in her sleep, one hand clutching the sheets while her hips arched up off the mattress.