Max & Liz
Title: Max & Liz a fairy tale.
Author: ken_r AKA Kenneth Renouard
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, Just tried something different
Rating: Mature
Couples: CC kind of, see summary.
Summary: This is a story of Max and Liz. Think of the time when Liz was helping Tess attract Max. I want to study a Max and Liz relationship without any hint of sex. I want the Max when he believed he would be king. Liz is a sprite. She is smaller than Max’s thumb. She expects to live over 300 of Max’s years. She tells him that when she settles down to have children for her “mate” to raise, (with sprites, it is the male who stays home with the children,) Max will be in a wheelchair being pushed by his grandchildren. Tess was taken from her home when she was barely old enough for marriage. Her father, Big Ed wasn’t the nicest of people. The law of both state and common acceptance said she had just become of marriageable age. Big Ed didn’t want to loose control of his daughter so he started a quest for a mate that served his purposes. Tess was saved from a marriage with a weak man of her father’s choosing, but she still has troubles knowing where her loyalties remain.
Understand that the golden princess, Teresa or Tess as she is called is of legal age for marriage by galactic courts. By experience and preparation she is a child. On Tradewinds, the barmaid Maria had been with her first lover the farmer, by this age. Even being of the common folk, Maria was educated and sophisticated enough to know that she didn’t want to be a farmer’s wife. The golden princess didn’t yet know what she thought. By that age Amy, Maria’s mother, had become the owner of the Crashdown. Young, pregnant and running a business would have been far beyond the princess. Other women might make choices, some good and many bad, but the golden princess knew that she did not have any choices.
Liz can make noise, but usually, she speaks in someone’s mind. Liz is friends not only with Max, but she is also friends with Maria. Max abducts Tess from her home and makes her his queen. This does make for consequences. The mouthy little sprite is both brash and naïve at the same time. She has a great affection for Max and wants to make him into a great king, as she envisions telling her children and grandchildren about “Max” the greatest king in the universe and how she made him so. This will be her legacy.
Outside the window where I have my computer we have several bird feeders. When the humming bird feeders run dry, the diminutive creatures will come to the glass, where they see me and look me in the eye and buzz their tiny wings. This is how I picture the sprite Liz.
Max and Liz, a fairy tale.
Max could feel when they left the castle. The soft breeze on his burning face told him they no longer were inside. He, also, could tell when they dumped him in the trash heap outside the castle wall. Both eyes were closed and he hurt from every place in his body. Max would start healing himself as soon as he caught his breath and got his bearings. They had beat him the whole previous night and through most of the day. No, they didn’t intend to kill him. Killing the heir to the throne was much more serious than they wanted to undertake at this time, even though only a few of the soldiers knew of his identity.
In his mind, as soon as he could, Max had to figure how they caught him so quickly. He knew of the supposed mental powers of the royal family. He had taken all the precautions he knew to suppress his presence. The worst, for his ego, was that the golden princess had simply watched the beating without any rancor or emotion. Max could still envision her body, clad in a gossamer gown, her nipples dark against the material and even the golden curls of her sex showing through as she moved. Finally tiring of the sport, she waved her hand to dismiss those in charge of his punishment, then, she turned, showing her so delectable ass as she crawled back into her bed.
The golden princess neither enjoyed nor was she appalled at the violence shown to him. Max, the royal heir of Antar was not without considerable charm. He was sure that he was not seeking anything she had not given willing to many others. A beauty like her had to have had many lovers, even at her young age. With his believed charm, Max intended to make love to the princess and then, with the power of his father, the king of Antar, Max would press his suit for the hand of the princess in marriage. She would become the next queen of Antar, one of the truly great kingdoms in the universe. The history of Antar was full of nuptial alliances made in this way. The inherited charm of the house of Antar, usually won the heart of anyone who intimately met the heirs. The parting shot from his tormentors had been, “You may be the heir of Antar, but that don’t cut no grass around here.” What Max was to learn was that, wooing of Tess would not be an affair of the heart. It was money, pure and simple money. Good looks and charm didn’t count.
Max was medium height, brown hair with light brown eyes. He had been sure that he could have taken any two of her protectors. He worked out and with the royal training he had as the prince of Antar, he felt that he could have defended himself. But no, two of them always held him while the rest took turns in his beating. Maybe, he could have blasted his way with his powers. He had no idea of whether or not the house of Harding had powers or not. Burning down the apartment of the golden princess was not the way to start a relationship.
“That part is true, but you are wrong about everything else,” a voice said in his mind.
Max tensed, he had survived a beating, was he up to taking on anyone else? “Who’s there?” he asked as he tried to make out his surroundings through swollen eyes.
“Just me,” the voice tinkled.
“Who is me?” Max asked again.
“Elizabeth,” answered the something.
“Elizabeth, who and what are you?” Max inquired.
“I am an unattached, female Sprite,” the voice answered.
“What do you mean by that part is true, but I am wrong about everything else?” Max dug deeper. It would help if he could see clearly and if some of the pain would subside. For a few minutes, Max concentrated on clearing his vision. Of course getting his blood running properly and reducing the swelling in his face and other parts of his body allowed his mind to concentrate on what or who was talking to him.
“Frankly, you look like hell,” the voice said. I don’t think in this condition you are going to pick up any golden princess or any other pieces of ass around here,” the voice continued.
“In case you’ve just arrived, I have just had a hell of a beating from forces too numerous for me to defend myself,” Max stated.
“Oh,I have been around. I crawled into your pocket before you even entered the apartment of the golden princess. A chance to observe any Big’em screwing was too good to pass up. I’m always looking for tips. Bet you still don’t have anything to compare with doing ‘it’ while flying? All I saw was you getting your ass kicked. I barely got out of your pocket before that baboon started working over your body. Didn’t you have a plan? They knew you were coming the minute you stepped into the castle. If stepping into her life was easy didn’t you think there would have been brighter men than you winning her hand,” the voice he still couldn’t identify sounded.
Sprite, Max had heard of sprites and it had been said that they brought good luck. Just his fortune to get hooked up with the one sprite, who probably had spent all her luck at some casino. As Max’s vision cleared, he saw before him a tiny creature, who stood barely length of his thumb. She was very humanoid with fluttering wings. His vision still wasn’t clear enough to make out her eyes, but she had a lightly tanned face framed by long brown hair. She wore green leggings with tiny slippers. Her top was some pull over and at her belt something dangled. Max wasn’t sure of what it was, at first. “Well, I am waiting for you to tell me what you meant when you said, ‘That part is true, but you are wrong about everything else.’” Max stated.
The tiny creature was sitting on a wild flower. It didn’t help Max any that she was bobbing in the wind. “Right, in that if you burned down her apartment, it might kill any chance for you to make it to her bed and wrong when you said she has had lovers before. The golden princess is as virgin as she was the day she was born,” the sprite stated.
“Aw, come on. The rich, the landed and the royal households are hot beds of intrigue. Virginity is a concept for the peasants and the working classes. They can’t afford to create life without a strong family to care for it,” Max stated. “ It is the royal and rich who spread their seed with impunity.”
“I can see that you probably deflowered your share of maidens,” the unattached, female sprite said with a biting tone. “You string your little bastards across your kingdom?” she asked.
“No, to my knowledge I was careful. If anything had of happened, I would have made sure the child would be cared for,” Max explained.
“Yeah, cared for, but what about the love of it’s father?” the sprite angrily retorted.
“Being conceived in wedlock is no assurance of a father’s love. Believe me, I well know,” Max answered thinking of the coldness he felt from his own father. “But, why do you say the princess is virgin?” he asked.
“First, you have to understand the House of Harding. Ed Harding, her biological father is a selfish ass. His father only became sensible as he neared his death. Maybe, there is some religious thing working as to rewards after death in this culture. Anyway, the elder Harding left his legacy to his grand daughter. Her dowry is half the gross product of the planet. As long as she is unmarried or if she marries someone Ed Harding can control, Ed controls the planet. She marries some wild man from another planet, Ed has to share control with her, her husband or what ever regent they leave to manage their share. No one is splitting that bitch until Ed Harding has their balls in his hands,” the sprite stated.
“For a female of any species your speech is pretty common. Won’t that future male you will seek, want someone a might more gentilé? Max asked.
“First, I am too young to start looking for a male. I am still less than 50 of your years. For us, the females go searching for adventure before they settle down and present the mate of their choice, children for him to raise. Secondly, most of my words are coming out of your mind, so if you want me to clean up my language, you are going to have to clean up your thoughts,” the sprite stated irritably.
Max had the swelling in his face going down as fast as he could get his blood to cleanse his features. The body pain would be easier to control, because it wasn’t as evident to others. “I guess you think I am wasting my time on a princess who obviously would be frigid,” Max sighed.
“There you go again. How did you get along before I found you? Oh, I know. You fucked your way through your kingdom and it wasn’t until your old man ordered you to find a wife and settle down to take over the rule of your people, that you got smart,” the sprite almost screamed.
“There you go, again,” Max stated mocking the words of the creature. “A lady no matter what her size should watch her language,” Max admonished.
“Watch my language, from a man who intended to rape a virgin in her own apartment,” the sprite now screamed.
Max shook his head, “How did I get saddled with a bad mouthing nymphet who doesn’t understand? I had no intention of raping the princess. I was going to charm her into letting me there. I wanted her on my side before I approached her father,” Max tried to explain.
With the name of Nymphet, Max saw the tiny creature turn red with rage. Her wings sounding like a large bumble bee carried her to his face and the thing dangling at her belt turned out to be a weapon. She swung the weapon against the two day stubble of his face. Max felt as if he had been stung. He tried to fend her off with his hands. Max tried to be careful, because he really didn’t want to hurt her, but she could be very irritating. “A Nymphet screws everything she gets a chance to. I will have you to know that when my wandering days are over, I intend to take one male and be faithful to him forever or at least for the 300 or so years we will have together.” She screamed.
“I am sorry,” Max stated. “I don’t know much about female sprites. I really didn’t mean to offend you. I want your help. Please don’t stay mad,” Max pleaded.
“You don’t know anything about sprites; you don’t know anything about females in general. You don’t know anything about Big Ed and his money. Max, king to be of Antar, what do you know?” she was still angry, but Max hoped she would settle down and tell him where he was wrong.
“I said I was sorry. You have the apology of he who will be king. That is a lot. Now tell me why you think I am wrong when I said the princess would be frigid?” Max begged.
The minute creature shook herself, her wings making tiny rustling sounds, then she climbed back on her flower and crossing her legs, holding her knees in her hands she said, “You get the golden princess away from the power of her father and you will find her the hottest pepper you ever laid,” the sprite explained.
Max chuckled. “Is that what you will be for your future mate, the hottest tiny pepper he ever saw?” Max asked.
The sprite sniffed. “Don’t get personal. Remember, by the time I light up the life of my mate, you will be in a wheelchair being pushed by your grand children,” Liz declared.
“Well what is next?” Max asked.
“I assume you have some sort of conveyance somewhere about. Let me collect my things, while you get cleaned up. Take a shower and get some working class clothes. If you come across as a prince, old Ed will have you killed for sure. It is better that he thinks you were some stupid drifter who won’t show his face around the castle again. Even though some of his men know your identity, they probably won’t tell him who you are. Big Ed doesn’t have that sort of relationship with those who serve him,” Liz stated.
Max showered and when he stepped out he saw the tiny creature sitting on top of a saltshaker on his eating table. The small spaceship had been his alone for so long, he forgot any need for modesty. “Hey,” Max called out as he grabbed a towel. “Doesn’t a fellow deserve a bit of privacy in his own home?” he asked.
“Said by the fellow who was going to strip naked and jump into the bed of a virgin. I do suppose you were going to take your clothes off before you climbed into her bed!” the sprite exclaimed.
“Well, unless you were lying, you are a virgin. Should I expose myself to you?” Max asked.
“I am a virgin in experience, I have observed the copulation of many species. I have seen males of many humanoids. They are all pretty much the same in their equipment. I doubt if that golden princess has even changed baby diapers. I know she has never seen a naked male prepared to nail her on his shaft. Your erection would have scared her to death,” Liz declared.
Max shrugged and with as much dignity as he could muster, he pulled on his under clothes, found some slacks, which would be proper for a working man and topped it with a pullover shirt. “Shoes,” shouted the sprite. “Find something that is worn or rough those up a bit. You are supposed to be an impoverished student.”
Max now, stood before his companion, fully dressed to her satisfaction. “What now, m’lady?” he asked.
“Don’t get smart mouthed, prince. We need to mix a little bit with the local people. I don’t know much more than you about their ways. I know you have sustenance here in your ship, but I think we should attend an eating place-hotel I saw a bit down the road. I need to see if this place has anything for me or I am going to have to leave you to your own devices,” the sprite said.
“That would be your speed. Leave me after you have told me just enough to get me into trouble,” Max moaned.
“Oh, quit being a baby, Max. If I am starving to death I can’t very well help you,” she said as she found a comfortable place on his shoulder.
