Pan's Labyrinth Fan Fiction ❯ The Faun and his Princess ❯ Chapter 3

Princess Moanna squirmed in her sleep; as she arched off the mattress, in her mind a fantasy replayed itself.

 

The faun gazed at her with lust-filled eyes; his voice was husky as he crooned her name, sliding her nightgown off. His long fingers were surprisingly soft as they slid over her skin, leaving tingling trails of fire. He leaned down, kissing her breasts, fondling each with a loving adoration. Slipping along her stomach, he kissed and licked the area, his fingers gently rubbing her nipples to an erect peak. His hair brushed along her skin as he crouched between her thighs, gently nuzzling her abdomen. Her fingers tangled in his hair, stroking his horns, massaging his ears, while she breathed his name. The princess received a chuckle from him as one of his fingers slid down to stroke her inner thigh.

 

She felt her wetness dripping down her lips, dribbling down the soft globes of her rear while her hands stroked and touched his head, fisting in his hair as the faun licked her thigh teasingly, then slid the long, wet muscle along the side of her most sensitive region before brushing just atop the womanly bump above her nether region. She squirmed and whimpered, mewing his name, begging softly for more.

 

His tongue trailed downwards and brushed along her lips, and with a gentle care he took them between his lips, sucking them and licking them with a smile. She dug her fingers into his long reddish-blonde hair.

 

Moanna cried out when he released them and instead pressed his nose against the area and pressed his tongue into her warm and wet body, gingerly caressing and flicking inside the inner walls; she was shocked at just how good, just how real it felt.

 

With a gasp, she awoke with a start, her body tense and her hips pressed upwards, thighs dripping wet and slick. After several dazed and confused sleepy seconds, she took in everything rapidly. The faun was crouched beside her bed, gently holding her hips in his hands, her nightgown pulled up, exposing her lower body to him, while his face rested between her legs. She blushed brightly and squeaked, pulling away. He let her go, his face impassive, but seeming somehow sheepish as he looked at her. “I thought you could use some help…you said my name…” He explained softly, looking away and standing again. She stuttered, unable to form a question or respond in her shock. Self-consciously, she pulled her covers over herself.

 

The faun took a few steps back and bowed slightly. “Perhaps I shall go…” He started towards the door, his wood-like hooves surprisingly quiet, his frame rather tense and stiffer than usual.

 

“No!” She found her voice again, springing out of bed. She hurried to his side and took his hand. “No…stay.”

 

He stared at the door, his eyes looking rather pained. “Princess… I had no permission, no right to do that. I should leave.” In his voice was a certain finality.

 

“Please…” Her voice broke and she looked down at the floor, dejected. “Please…stay. Stay with me.”

 

He finally looked down at her, and upon seeing how he had hurt her, her face pointed towards the floor, drops of liquid hitting the stone ground, he resolved to stay. For her.

 

The faun took her chin in his long-fingered hand and gently pulled it upwards. “As you wish, Princess.” He scooped her up into his arms and gingerly sat on the bed, holding her close and rocking her softly. “I am sorry. Forgive me.” She whimpered and snuggled close to him, her face pressed into his breast. He leaned his head down and nuzzled the crown of her head with his lips, one hand gently holding her head, the other cradling her body against his.

 

Softly, in his deep-throated tone, he began to hum her familiar lullaby in the back of his throat, the sound rumbling from his chest. She relaxed slowly, tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto his bare chest. “I love you.” She whispered.

 

“I love you too… my princess…” He murmured into her hair. “Forever and always.”