The Faerie Princess

Once upon a future time,
Before the serpents were,
There lived a faerie princess;
Perchance you’ve dreamed of her.

With hair so long and golden
And eyes so bright and blue,
With lips so full and tender
And lovely titties, too,

She romped about the woodlands
From summer through till spring
While all the roving satyrs
Did paeans to her sing.

“O, sweet and shapely damsel,”
They sang out one and all,
“Your beauty has enthralled us,
We’re at your beck and call.

“You are the only female
Within our fragrant land,
Without your bod to cheer us
We’d be a sorry band.”

“You need not fear, my lovers,”
She answered with delight,
“I’m yours to screw forever,
From morning until night.

“My body never ages,
I have eternal youth;
And since I love you truly,
You never seem uncouth.

“I’ll fuck a thousand satyrs
And still stay fresh and young;
Indeed, I grow in beauty
The better you are hung.”

And thus she kept them happy
In myriads of ways,
With mouth and quim and buttocks
She gave them endless lays.

They sucked upon her pussy
And frolicked with her ass,
Then passed her to the next one:
She never thought them crass.

Alas, one dismal autumn,
When clouds had drifted low,
Spirits in the howling wind
Warned that she must go.

For dreaded Man was coming,
The beast who worshipped Thought.
“If you stay,” the spirits said,
“You surely will be caught

“Within their web of thinking,
A bane you need not know;
They’ll use you quite like chattel
And take your soul in tow.

“They will not love your body
The way the satyrs do,
Instead they will enslave you
And treat you like a shrew.

“Their fucking is much different
Than anything you’ve known,
It borders on the brutal
And has an evil tone.

“With them the brain is foremost
And sex must serve a plan:
To reinforce a species,
The myth that’s known as Man.”

“But are there none with wisdom,”
The princess sought to know,
“Who understand that Heaven
Resides in Nature’s show? “

“A few there are among them,”
The spirits answered her,
“Within whose hearts a longing
Eventually must stir,

“A secret love of Nature,
A pining for the Source;
And these brave men will seek you,
But only in due course,

“Far beyond the fringes
Of all that Thought calls real,
Where thinking is unheard of
And Truth is what you feel.

“But most will prove too restless,
They’ll scorch this paradise
And render it a wasteland
Unfit for even lice.”

The satyrs were unhappy,
Yet bid her fair adieu;
For now that Man was coming
`Twas clear what they must do.

“Just now we cannot follow,”
Cried out their single voice;
“We’ll make Man’s coming bitter,
On Earth he’ll not rejoice.

“But in your newfound haven
Do plant the loving seed
So that we may rejoin you
And serve your every need.

“This land we will abandon
To those who trust in Thought
And have all but forgotten
What e’en their Ancients taught.

“They hold that Lust is evil
And Reason is supreme,
And by their very thinking
They make things what they seem.

“Farewell, seductive princess,
We wish you best of luck;
Heaven knows what we shall do
Without your quim to fuck.”

“Play awhile among yourselves,”
She counseled wise and true,
“Even you have much to learn
About what Love can do.

“If sucking cocks is joyous
For little girls like me,
You, too, will find it tasty
To fall upon the knee

“And take your brother’s member
Between those hungry lips
That often sought their pleasure
Below my willing hips.

“Forsooth, my strong, young satyrs,
We soon shall meet again;
But now I must be going
To the realm of Not-Yet-When.”

And so in silken shadows,
Past meadows made of dream,
Off she sailed to Fantasy
Upon a sperm-white stream.

Her boat was made of flowers,
The oarsman was the wind;
She lay back in her bower
And sensed that God was kind.

This God she knew was cosmic,
A mighty Lover, He,
Uniting every moment
With th’ universal She.

All life was one Orgasm,
A never-ending Fuck,
And those who felt this deeply
Would never want for luck.

The Answer is Surrender,
The Flow of Life is free;
Give in to Mother Nature
And trust in what must be.

Thus reveling in wonder,
Our princess said a prayer
By offering her body
To spirits in the air.

One hand beguiled her pussy,
Another stroked her breast;
So gently masturbating
She drifted toward her quest.

The day was warm and sultry,
The sun was rife with Love;
She spread her legs divinely
And blest the sky above.

As sunspots bright and randy
Did play about her toes,
She felt her being climax
And melt within its throes.

The passing forest twinkled,
The trees sang out with joy,
Fishes danced with sparrows:
The world was Nature’s toy.

At last when night had fallen,
With moonlight spreading cheer,
Her vessel found a harbor
That beckoned her come near.

“This way, sweet Faerie Princess,”
Called damsels from the shore,
“Our queen awaits your coming,
A festival’s in store.”

These naked little ladies,
Each one a fairy, too,
Led her deep within the woods,
A thicket strange and new.

The trees all hung with gumdrops,
Their branches dripped with wine,
While sprightly little chipmunks
Ate candies off the vine.

At last there came a clearing
Where, stretched upon her throne,
A lovely queen was swooning;
The princess heard her moan.

Around her naked sweetness
Swarmed fairies, also nude;
The scene was so enchanting,
She fain would not intrude.

Two lassies stroked her titties,
Another ate her quim,
Others played about her bum,
Which was so neat and trim.

The queen, of course, responded
With kisses of her own;
So many cunts she fondled,
She left not one alone.

While viewing this fine orgy
Our princess got all hot;
She started masturbating
Right there upon the spot.

And then a feline creature,
A lusty cat, for sure,
Pussyfooted from the woods
In hopes that he could lure

Fairies to partake of him,
As many gladly did.
Soon other beasts, all gentle,
Sprang out from where they’d hid

To frolic with the wood nymphs
In any way they would;
Even birds joined in the fun
And did the best they could.

Till dawn the glade was ringing
With sexual delight;
The trees felt glad beholding
This wondrous pagan sight.

When morning came, all sleepy,
The queen took to her bed
The dazzled faerie princess,
Now giddy in the head.

“Here you’ll learn the other half,”
She whispered in her ear,
“Of what you told the satyrs
They need not ever fear.

“Here females are in excess
And but for winsome beasts
Enjoy their own fine bodies
In splendid Sapphic feasts.

“Anon, when all the satyrs
Have come to understand
The beauty of their maleness,
They’ll join us in this land.

“And then we, all together,
With flourish and great glee,
Will build a king-and-queendom
Of Sexu’l Anarchy!”

In good time all the satyrs
Did join this merry host.
“We see them,” cried the fairies,
“They’re sailing up the coast.”

“We’re here,” called out the horned ones
Whilst bounding to the shore.
“Let’s fuck until we’re finished,
Then still come back for more.”

And till this day they’re living
Where Love yet reigns supreme
And no one thinks it evil
To revel in such Dream.

But maybe you are wond’ring
When Man can go there, too.
We know of one who’s done it:
Dear Reader, it is You.

Text © 1977, 2011 by EDDIE WOODS

Illustrations © 1994, 2011 by NIELS HAMEL

Hans Plomp’s Dutch translation of The Faerie Princess is here

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She romped about the woodlands/From summer through till Spring

And thus she kept them happy/In myriads of ways

Spirits in the howling wind/Warned that she must go

They will not love your body/The way the satyrs do

The satyrs were unhappy/Yet bid her fair adieu

"Play awhile among yourselves"/She counseled wise and true

Off she sailed to Fantasy/Upon a sperm-white stream

So gently masturbating/She drifted toward her quest

Her vessel found a harbor/That beckoned her come near

A lovely queen was swooning/The princess heard her moan

Till dawn the glade was ringing/With sexual delight

The queen took to her bed/The dazzled faerie princess

"We're here," called out the horned ones/Whilst bounding to the shore