The Fair Folk 1/2

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(More Oviposition, but please NO tentacles or snakes. Maybe somethin with magical orbs or similar to the sharkboy story?)

Your
family had a secret, one hidden under threat of lock and key. At a
tender young age, your parents told you something both wonderful and
terrifying;

“Long ago, our village was under siege by a band of
Fair Folk. They ravaged our homes, destroyed our crops, and violated the
townsfolk in a hedonistic orgy of gluttony. This went on for several
horrible years until a young girl made a bargain with the leader of the
Fair Folk – they were to leave our village alone, and in exchange they
could have their choice of sacrifices every ten years.”

“The Fair
Folk assented. They withdrew, and we were allowed to rebuild ourselves
and heal from the slaughter. But we had to keep our end of the bargain
for the protection of all. One day, a boy gained a mysterious scar
across his face in the shape of a rune, seemingly out of nowhere. The
girl knew that this boy had been chosen as the Fair Folk’s sacrifice, so
the villagers led him into the forest where he was never found again.”

“And
this trend continued for at least a century. Until one day, modern
people from the city came and brought their religion with them. And
through their careful influence, the threat of the Fair Folk were lost
amongst all but a few of the village, even if it still rang true. The
few who still remembered tried to convince the others about the danger
of the Fair Folk, and our debt to them, but they were never again taken
seriously, sometimes prosecuted for claiming otherwise.”

“Our
family is the only family to retain the pact. And it is our solemn duty
to see it through, every ten years. We keep an eye out for anybody with a
scar in the shape of a rune, and we lead them into the forest to be
taken by the Fair Folk. That is what you’ll need to do, when you become
of age.”

Ever since your parents told you of the bloody secret of
the village, you kept a close eye out for any scarred faces amongst your
neighbors and peers. According to your father, the time has not yet
come. But a part of you secretly wished to experience these mysterious
Fair Folk, and witness their supernatural presence.

Before too
long, the time finally came for a sacrifice to be chosen. It was a few
days after your 20th birthday, and you were having a celebratory picnic
with your friends when you noticed Gweneth had a large, arrow-shaped
branding that stretched from her jaw to near her nose.
“How’d you get that, Gwen?”

“Oh, this?” Gweneth scratched at the
rawness absent-mindedly. “I woke up this morning with it. I must have
scratched myself in my sleep.” And you made nothing more of the matter.

That
evening, you told your parents about Gweneth’s fate, and they presented
you with a bottle of a creamy, light-purple substance.

“A
powerful drug,” your mother explained. “You’re Gweneth’s closest friend,
so it’d be easiest for you to slip this into her food. After she’s
unconscious, take her into the far glen, near the mushroom ring, and
leave her.”

And so you did; the next day, you met Gweneth for a
cup of tea, and when she was preoccupied, slipped a dallop of the drug
into her cup. Within seconds, her eyes grew half-lidded and her speech
was slurred.

You prodded her reaction. “Are you alright, Gwen?”

Gweneth
gazed blankly at the middle of your chest, staring at nothing. She gave
a small smile. “Alright? I’m perfect. I feel perfect.”

And with a gusty sigh, she threw her head back and slumped, suddenly asleep.

It
was a minor struggle to cart her over to the edge of town without
drawing suspicion, but you managed to follow through and lay her
slumbering form within the confines of the mushroom ring. You also tied
her hands to a nearby log for greater measure.

Your job done, you left, knowing that the village had been saved for the next ten years.

Even if a part of you dearly wished to stay, and witness the Fairies take your friend away forever.

But
that night, you awoke to violent banging upon the front door. Running
downstairs, you saw your father throw it open, but everyone fell silent
at the empty doorstep. Suddenly, all the iron pots and clay flatware of
the kitchen burst from the cupboards and smashed onto the floor with a
mighty ruckus, the living room dining table floated inches above the
floor and into the nearby wall, and the hallway grandfather clock
clanged supernaturally loudly.

At the twelfth clang of the clock,
an inky black shadow sprouted from the ground, right outside the door,
reaching perhaps twelve feet in height and towering over your father. He
gasped in horror, and fell upon his backside while your mother
screamed. The shadow morphed into a dazzling figure with pale skin and
black hair that pooled at its feet. Its face looked both divine and
unholy, like an elf from legend turned goblin, or imp.

It was a Fair Folk. A Little People. A source of terrible evil and mischief.

And it was here, in the village. Where it should not be.

You
instantly realized that something was terribly wrong. But for all you
knew, the sacrifice had gone according to plan – you had left Gweneth in
the right place, tied her up nicely, done all the usual things as your
parents had taught you. But it obviously wasn’t enough.

The Fairy
raised one unnaturally-long arm and pointed directly at you. Its voice
rang throughout the house like from the bottom of a well, “You’ve made a
mistake.”

Clearly you have, but you didn’t know what.

Upon
your mother’s gasp, however, you began to realize – she was looking
right at you, and her gaze spoke of a horror beyond the terrifying
figure on your doorstep. On instinct, you raised a hand to where she
directed her gaze, and felt the unfamiliar texture of raised skin upon
your cheek that certainly wasn’t there before.

It was a rune. You were the one that was chosen, not Gweneth.

Gweneth’s
scar must have been an honest one, you realized. And thinking back, it
was clear that the scar was too long and imperfect to look like the
runes in your father’s sketchbook. Your scar, however, you could feel it
carved with purpose and a steady hand. From the shape, it was something
like a spiky ‘B’, and you knew it was a letter that could be taken to
symbolize ‘purity’.

You knew what you needed to do. With shaking steps, you approached the Fairy.

“NO!” Your father cried.

“The
pact has been recognized by your brood, and if honored, we will not
swoop upon the people tonight. Unless you wish to withdraw your hand?”
The Fairy asked your father, and you couldn’t help but shiver at its
oily tone.
Both of your parents fell silent. There was no choice, if you refused, everyone would suffer. You had to go with the Fairy.

As
soon as you stepped outside the door, the Fairy gave a sharp grin,
showing perfect, white teeth. One iron-strong hand grabbed at your
shoulder, while another clamped itself over your mouth. You didn’t even
get a chance to struggle before darkness took over and you fell
unconscious.
—
When you awoke, it was to a strange pale light above you, and a flowery
scent in the air. You shifted and groaned, an unnatural sleepiness still
clouding your brain. You sat up to relieve it faster, and to gain your
bearings.
Around you was darkness, and you lay in a circle of light that streamed
in through a hole in the ceiling. The surface underneath was soft and
springy, and a blanket had been placed over you while you slept. The
walls appeared to be wood, and built in a circular rotunda.

You
were inside of a hollowed tree trunk, you realized. The softness
underneath you was in fact moss, and the blanket that covered you was a
sweet-smelling pink thing that must be a flower petal. Whether this
meant you had shrunken, or were currently in a world with giant flowers
and trees, you didn’t know.

There were no openings in the trunk
other than the hole several feet above you. And nobody else apart from
you. You could hear the chirpings of birds, and the rustle of leaves
echo from the opening above, but no voices, or footsteps around.

You
sat up, and realized with a start that your clothes had been removed,
leaving you bare skinned. You quickly grabbed the large pink flower
petal, and wrapped it best you could around your torso.

You called to the opening above. “Hello?”

There was no answer for a few seconds, but a pointed face eventually revealed itself over the edge.

“Hello!” It shouted back.

It
wasn’t the same figure that kidnapped you from your home. This one had
shorter hair, and bigger eyes, but it supported a similar, sharp smile,
lined with pointed fangs.

You shouted again to the Fairy, “Where am I? And what do you plan to do with me?”

“What do you plan to do?” The Fairy shouted in response, still smiling.
You fell silent. Would this Fairy only repeat your own words? It’d make things a lot less convenient.

Fairies are strange creatures, you decided.

The
echoing Fairy jumped down the hole with a graceful leap, and landed
noiselessly upon the soft moss. It was nude, and featureless, with a
flat chest and nothing between its long legs but a strange lip-like nub,
like something had been tucked away within it. It had no bellybutton or
nipples, only that soft nub in the middle of its pelvis.

You
backed up, wary and nervous. No one has ever returned from the Fair
Folk, so you can only imagine what they had in mind for you. Going by
what your parents had said of the horrors inflicted upon the original
villagers of centuries before, there was no ending of possibilities for a
painful future, and a painful end.

The Fairy certainly looked
capable of force, if it was driven to. Although it was a slim figure, it
stood several inches taller and had long, spindly fingers that looked
brittle, like metal hooks. Perhaps it was hungry, and was preparing to
make you its next meal.

It turned its predatory gaze upon you, and started to inch closer, its posture stooped and menacing.

“Stay away.” You managed to say.

The
Fairy only grinned wider. From a wrapped satchel on its back, it
retrieved a handful of something soft; light purple flowers, with a
color similar to the cream you had been given to drug Gweneth. Seems
like years ago, now. The Fairy crushed the flowers within its palm,
making them crinkled and slightly moist.

With a quick pounce like a
spider, it grabbed the back of your head and slammed its hand into your
face, and the momentum forced the flowers within your mouth. You cried
out and tried to pull away, but the Fairy was too fast. Before you could
properly grasp the situation, the flowers were sitting upon your
tongue, tasting strangely warm and sweet.

The Fairy immediately
forced your chin back and used its other hand to press hard upon your
throat with a thumb, and the pressure made you gulp on reflex. All but a
few metals remained in your mouth, and when the Fairy finally released
you, you wrenched yourself away and spat them out violently.
You hoped with all your might that they weren’t poisonous. The Fairy
simply continued to stare at you with its vicious grin as you wretched
and coughed. As you moved, the petal wrapped around your bare body
slipped and fell from your grip.

You eventually began to settle
down, and as you were catching your breath, you noticed that the Fairy
was still staring at you, as if waiting for something. You tried to
cover yourself with your hands and shield yourself from its gaze. But it
wasn’t looking at your nudity, and instead at your face.

Suddenly,
a bubble of warmth blossomed from within your lower stomach, quickly
traveling throughout your chest and extremities, up your cheeks, and
into your brain, fogging any complex thought. Following the warmth was
an intense wave of happiness, the likes of which you’ve never felt
before, like pure unadulterated joy and contentment spreading across
your mind and body. Your eyes grew misty and weak, and you felt your
body relax muscle by muscle as you slowly sunk back to the ground. You
couldn’t help but allow a small, contented smile grace your lips.

There
you knelt, riding out the waves of happiness that washed over you like
warm sun rays. You no longer cared about the Fairy watching you. You
didn’t seem to care about anything, anymore. All your existence was
rendered so unimportant and simple compared to the contentment that
bathed you.
Through the haze, you realized that the purple flowers must have this
effect upon the victim. The drug you gave Gweneth were probably a
constructed form of this very effect, distilled from the flowers
themselves.

Gweneth probably experienced this same ecstasy before
passing out. As you recall, she had worn a similar smile of pleasure
even after she was unconscious.

But unlike Gweneth, you didn’t
fall asleep. Instead, you remained awake, still lost in the joy and
uncaring about the Fairy who simply turned back and clambered up the
tree trunk and through the opening once more. And there you were left.
—
It might have been many hours since you next saw company, but you were
much too drugged to be sure. The echoing Fairy was back, followed by a
large group of other Fair Folk who all leapt down to meet you upon the
moss. By that point, you were lying on your back and sighing
periodically in happiness, still smiling and eyes half-lidded.

They conversed amongst themselves in a high-pitched, syllabic language that sounded like music. It was beautiful to your ears.

Everything
seemed beautiful and perfect, now. Simply the moss against your bare
skin made you let out loud moans from the novel sensation.

One
Fairy reached down to peel apart your eyelids and examine your pupils
closely. It continued to reach down and squeeze a nipple, massage your
stomach, and eventually made its way to your groin, where it pried apart
your opening and looked inside with interest.

Its attention made
you grin unabashedly, and you could feel yourself get warmer from its
long, cool fingers. It continued to gently examine and prod you,
awakening a drive; you weren’t capable of complex lines of thought
anymore, but you still instinctively craved for one of those long
fingers to explore deeper within your hole.

More chattering, and
you watched as two Fairies crowded around another and began to gently
stroke upon the lip-like nud of a third one using their hands. The
attention seemed to stimulate the Fairy, who began to tremble upon their
feet and let out strange keening noises, its mouth open and showing its
sharp maw. Some other Fairies were busy rummaging through cloth
satchels, while the rest continued to examine your nude body.

The
Fairy being patted eventually revealed a slimy, puckered protrusion from
the tucked lip, perhaps a couple inches in length, like an oversized
nipple. The Fairy swatted the others away and held its own two fingers
around the loose skin of the nub, while the other hand fished a finger
within the hole near the tip. The intrusion made it moan, but it poked
and dug earnestly, the nipple-like appendage dripping more clear slime.

You
continued to watch with clouded interest. The Fairies nearby were
currently stretching your inner walls with what felt like sticks,
holding them open for a few seconds before re-arranging the sticks to
stretch the adjacent sides. The Fairy busy prodding itself eventually
let out a string of high-pitched shrieks and began to buck its pelvis
forward as it removed what seemed to be a single, small pearl from
within the appendage. It panted slightly as it raised the pearl to its
eye, turning it this way and that, examining it closely.

Within
seconds, the small pearl began to smoke, and it quickly dissolved into
white dust. But the Fairy didn’t seem discouraged, and instead turned to
talk with the ones currently stretching you. A few words were
exchanged, and apparently a consensus was reached – leaving the sticks
still within you, the group of Fair Folk surrounded you with purpose.

Groups
were formed amongst them, while one crouched down and remained between
your legs. The other Fairies all began either stimulating themselves, or
others, each gently petting at the tucked lips upon the groin. Some
were touching themselves, their hands in a flurry while they squat and
bucked uncontrollably, while others were exchanging strokes with the
Fairy next to them in a train of hands.

The sensation of repeated
pressure upon their nubs seemed to be very intense, whether in pleasure
or pain, or a mixture of both, you couldn’t tell. One after another,
they all revealed the nipple-like appendage that slipped from the skin,
dripping with mucus. The hollowed tree trunk was filled with
high-pitched, animal-like cries and shrieks as the Fairies began to
puncture themselves in search of more those strange, small pearl-like
things that were hidden deep within.

You lay there, barely lucid
from the drugged flowers, surrounded by a wall of shaking legs and
dripping groins. Eventually, one managed a pearl, and immediately handed
it to the Fairy between your thighs who wasted no time in reaching deep
within your opening and placing it there, making sure the pearl didn’t
smoke and dissolve away. The pearl was small and wet enough to rest on
the tip of its finger, which dove upwards into your body and stuck the
pearl firmly upon your inner walls, where it sat.

“Ohh!!” The
sudden penetration of the Fairy’s finger was surprisingly intense to
your drugged body. Again, another Fairy produced a pearl, and again the
finger dove within to plant it. More and more pearls followed, each
inserted within your flesh like stickers upon a wall, the applicating
Fairy creating rows and rows of pearls as if it were sewing a delicate
embroidery.

The repeated friction of the Fairy’s finger, along
with the supernatural orgy surrounding you and the drugged happiness
still rolling in waves throughout your body eventually took you over the
edge. You let out a joyous cry that mingled with the Fairy’s chittering
as the pleasure in your body increased to truly impressive levels,
lighting the surface of your skin with divine glow.

The Fairies
continued to plant rows upon rows of pearls within you, until eventually
they reached the opening and couldn’t fit anymore pearls. You could
feel them, if you clenched gently, the layer of pearls dotting all
throughout your inner walls like jewels. The surrounding Fairies seemed
exhausted from their effort to produce the pearls, panting with open
mouths like dogs.

But they seemed satisfied. They eventually
turned to leave, and the Fairy between your thighs removed the sticks
and allowed your pelvis to rest. You could feel the clink of the pearls
as your muscles were allowed to relax.
Before the last Fairy left, it pried open your lips and inserted more
purple flowers into your mouth, which you chewed and swallowed without
hesitation. And with that, it left with the others, and you were alone
once again.

You were tired yourself, from the whole ordeal, and closed your eyes to sleep.
—
When you awoke once more, the drugs still held their effects. As you
shifted yourself, you could feel that the pearls had grown in size, from
small rhinestones to larger bulbs. You sat up, and immediately moaned
when the fullness of the grown pearls stretched and rubbed upon the
walls within you.

In your half-conscious state, every physical sensation was multiplied in
intensity. You felt so filled and stretched by the pearls, and every
shift of your hips seemed to rub them deliciously together in a decadent
sensation. You writhed, crying out in pleasure, legs kicking and your
head tossing from side to side.

Within minutes, the pleasure
plateaued, and you arched your back as you moaned loudly, and you could
feel yourself squirt slightly involuntarily. The repeated clenching of
your pussy as you came clinked the pearls together in quiet, metallic
rings.

As you rode out the pleasure, you felt the inner pearls
travel from your slick pussy into your relaxed cervix from the momentum
of your climax. As every wave came and went, more and more pearls
slipped deeper within your body, and you knew that they came to rest
within your uterus.

When you finally came down, still many pearls
were attached to the inner walls, and you began to rock yourself again
to stimulate further. Through this process, you came several times in
succession, and eventually all the pearls came to penetrate you.

The adventure in pleasure was too much for your body, and you slipped into unconsciousness once more.
—
(To be continued)

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