Into the Fae

Pippin

I placed my hands on my hips and stared at 'Marcus'. "You did not answer my question. What are you doing in the field of the pixies. Dont you know that you could crush some of us with your big, clumsy feet?"

I cocked my head to the side and put a small finger on my chin as I looked at the oak leaf around his neck. "Pippin," I said absently to his question of my name. I was no longer concentrating on his query.

Zooming in quickly and unexpectedly, I examined the leaf around his neck. Reaching out, I grabbed for it and gave it a tug to see if I could take it from around his neck. I squeeled as his large hand came towards me and flew back, hovering in front of his face-my expression showing my displeasure.

"Hey!," I said in my most outraged voice,"Keep your bumbling hands away from me. I'm not a bug, you know!"

My anger did not last very long as my curiosity overwhelmed it and I flew in for another look at the leaf. "What dryad did you con into giving her life for you, human?" I said, ignoring the fact that he had just given me his name.

[Edited by Isolde on 02-14-2001 at 01:35 PM]
 
Marcus

"What?" I said, startled by what she just said, saying quickly "what do you mean, giving her life for me?"

I placed a hand over the leaf. "What do you mean?!"
 
Pippin

I looked at him a bit startled and pulled away as he grabbed the leaf. "Are you stupid, human?" I said with a puzzled look. "By royal command, any fae who helps a human is subject to death. Do you know what they did to the last dryad who helped a human?"

I shook my head as I looked at him,"No, I can see you dont!" I smiled as I approached nearer him. "They bound her and put her tree on fire. Made her watch as her tree died." Flying backwards, I shrugged. The subject was already boring me. "Of course, she died along with the tree. I am told it was a very agonizing death."

I tilted my head once again as I looked at the human. "I wonder what they will do to this one when they find out? And they will find out-they always do."
 
Gwen

"Human tight, Garlor will soon loosen it up."

I knew it was comming. As soon as he pulled off his leggings, I knew what he was going to do. My whole body tensed and I held my breath as I felt his "decorations" being held apart, my pussy with them.

I didn't think he would fit. I hoped he would give up, but he pressed the head of his cock into me. The pain was intense because I was so dry. My mind wandered, trying to shut out the pain, and I saw behind my closed lids what it must have looked like when he had knelt before me, his tongue...

The mere memory of that moment when I'd exploded caused a sympathetic reaction...my pussy flooded with juice and his cock began to slide in inch by inch until I was sure it was pressing on my throat.
 
Marcus

"What?" I said, my mouth feeling suddenly dry, "I, I had no idea... I wouldn't have accepted her help had I known that..."

I walked on towards the treeline, with Pippin following behind me - well, flitting about me, darting to and fro.
 
Garlor

With barely more than half of my length embedded inside of her, I felt my tip butting against her cervex. Satisfied that I had found her limit, I began to grind myself back and forth into her, her pussy feeling slicker with each thrust, though she was still very tight.
 
Gwen

Was I being torn asunder?
His huge cock was pushing into me until he couldn't push any more, than he would pull out and push back in just a little farther than before.
I screamed out, but the pain wasn't as great as I feared. Tears of shame coursed down my cheeks as I realized that my own body was providing him slick and easy entrance.
 
Pippin

I followed along beside the human. The day was boring and he was at least a distraction from the monotany. Fliting around him, I laughed at the look of irritation he threw me.

"Of course not," I said in a sarcastic tone of voice,"Humans never do anything that would hurt anyone else." I begin to laugh again. "I have been around for many years, human," I said as I flew close to his ear,"I have heard stories from other humans about how you kill and maim and use each other. Some of them are quite amusing."

I let out a snort of disgust. "If you had known what was to happen you would have chosen to save yourself. You're only human , you know."

Becoming bored with the conversation, I changed the subject. "So, do you have any stories of your world to tell? And, by the way, you are headed the wrong way if you want to see the oldest druid. So about those stories..."
 
Marcus

"My world may be far from perfect, but I think I can understand it a lot easier than this crazy place" I said, "from what I've seen of it so far, you fae seem intent mostly on using and maiming us humans. That dryad has been the first to show me any different."

I stopped, and narrowed my eyes, looking at her, though getting a proper look was difficult since she hardly stayed still for two seconds. "Going the wrong way? Does that class as helping a human?" I smirked, "though I expect you're just trying to mislead me. As for stories of my world... I might have one or two to share."

I started walking again.
 
Garlor

She let out another scream, as I began to quicken my pace. I chuckled darkly, and slipped my thumbs out of the bone rings that I had pierced through her pussy's folds, to reach up and play with those that adorned her breasts instead.

"You are a pretty thing, for a human" I hissed, tugging on the rings, "Garlor is glad you stumbled into our world. Garlor have much fun with it."
 
Gwen

His words had the strangest effect on me. They gave me hope that I would live to see another day.

His huge cock pressed again deeper into my body. The angle he was thrusting into me at made my clit ache. His thumbs, which had been hooked into the rings in my pussy lips holding me open to his eyes, moved up to my breasts. He tugged and teased those rings, causing new sensations in my nipples that made me gasp.

I bit my lip, trying to keep silent. Trying to hide from him how much he was affecting me. Trying unsuccessfully to will myself dry.

The words, barely causing my lips to move, but screaming in my head were "More...please...more!" I prayed that he wouldn't hear me.
 
Garlor

I continued to build up my pace, until I was slamming my cock deep into her with every stroke, my shaft glistening with her juices, which my sharp ears could hear dripping to the floor beneath.

Then, my ears picked up the barest of whispers escaping from her mouth.

"What did it say?" I hissed.. I slowed my pace, twisting and tugging on the rings, grinning at the sight of her nipple tips which looked swollen from her arousal.

[Edited by Kepic on 02-16-2001 at 12:23 PM]
 
Gwen

His fingers painfully twisted my nipples while he asked what I'd said.

With a small cry, I shook my head, clamping my mouth shut. He responded by leaning forward and biting the tender flesh of my breast.

A scream escaped my lips and I gasped out, "Please...please fuck me harder!"

His wicked laugh filled my ears as his cock drilled into the very core of my being.
 
Garlor

"Garlor will fuck it hard," I laughed out at her response. Stupid human, as if I was going to do any different! I grinned at her words, though. This one looked to be quite a prize!

My taloned fingers groped her breasts roughly, my thumbs now tugging on her nipple rings, as I began anew, quickly doubling the pace I had reached before her plea.
 
Pippin

I stopped flitting about for a moment and hovered in front of his face. Shaking my small head so hard that my red hair flung about my face, I said,"Of course it does not qualify as helping a human. If I were to tell you where she lived...that would qualify as helping a human."

Bored with staying in one place all the time I began to fly about him as he walked again. My green eyes had a look of puzzlement in them. "Of course we have fun with humans. What else are they here for? Silly human, did you really think that you were created for anything but to amuse the fae? And the dryad was stupid. She will pay for it though. I wonder how many will turn out to see her death?"

My mind was quickly occupied by another subject however. The human said he had stories. My eyes sparkled at the thought. "I'll tell you what," I said, laughter in my voice. "I cannot help you but I can play with you. If you tell me a story about your world and if I like it I will play a game that just might lead you to the druid."

Looking around at the way we were headed, I added,"It is either that or you can go tramping in the woods for hours which is quite boring and a waste of time."
 
Gwen

Unable to move my body more than the slightest wiggle or thrust, I strained against my bonds. I felt his massive cock piercing my body as his hands twisted my nipples into painful little knobs.

As the blood flowed down to my lower regions, I felt the loss in my head...the room began to dip and spin crazily. A shuddering crescendo began to build in my loins as Garlor's pounding continued to increase.
 
Marcus

"Do you fae so enjoy to watch others suffer?" I asked. "And I think without us humans, you wouldn't be here."

I sat down by a tree - glancing up to check it wasn't an oak - and folded my arms. "A story? Well, okay. I haven't got anything much left to lose..."
 
Garlor

Her body began to tremble, her loins bucking up against mine as far as the restrains allowed. She came, a powerful orgasm that ripped through her fragile body, causing her to scream out again.

As her tight cunt twitched wildly about my deeply embedded cock, letting my own climax now approach. I laughed, pulling out of her now sopping wet hole, hot jets of my cum splashing over her body, still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

My hunger sated for the moment, I gave her nipples one last twist and went over to the corner of my fur-strewn floor where she had bedded down when I discovered her, lying down to take a nap.
 
Gwen

I felt Garlor's cum splashing on my body as my own orgasm shattered over me. He twisted my nipples once more than stepped away from me.
I held my breath waiting for him to come around to my field of vision, but he never did. I strained, trying to hear where he had gone, afraid that he had once again left me alone here, exposed and vulnerable.
Soon, I heard a deep regular breathing sound. He was asleep. I used every ounce of strength to try to struggle out of my bonds, but I couldn't. I lay there, my head throbbing and every other muscle in agony, tears tracking off my face.
 
Pippin

I laughed out loud at his statement. "Of course we would be here, human," I said the laughter ringing through my voice,"We are fae! There is no beginning and no end when it comes to the fae! Humans are so dense!"

Flitting over to him, I sat down on his knee as he got comfortable. I was alert so that I could avoid his hands should he decide to grab at me and I smiled at him. "Besides, I have heard about you humans and their facination with watching the troubles of others. So you have no room to talk."

"Now get on with my story," I said eagerly, leaning forward just a bit, eagerness showing on my small face.
 
Marcus

"Very Well" I sighed, the little fae sat on my right knee, then, after clearing my mind, began.

[OOC: A friend sent me this - I found it quite moving, so I decided to use it here.]

"One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others."
 
Pippin

I sat on his knee listening to his story. My face held facination for what he was about to tell me of his world. I had heard of many things from this other world. I had heard of hate and greed and bigotry. I had even learned about a thing called money which these humans seemed to put so much time and energy into acquiring. But this was the first I had ever heard of this 'friendship'.

As he talked, my wings slowed and eventually stopped beating to fold upon themsleves, quiet for once. When he was done, I could feel inside of myself things that were strange and new to me.

Tilting my head at him as I was wont to do when trying to figure out a puzzling item, I said,"Tell me more of this friendship. What purpose does it serve? And why would someone go out of their way to make another feel this friendship?"
 
Marcus

"Don't you have any friends? Any other faeries you believe in, trust?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Friends are those you trust, sometimes even with your life... who you might well lay your own life down for. Friends are those you enjoy sharing time with, laughing or crying. Friendship is something to be treasured, almost as much as, if not as much as, love."
 
Pippin

I looked at the human, my puzzlement deepening. "Your words are strange, human," I said. "Here in fae you simply are and your life is but to enjoy. If two fae or a fae and human couple it is because the fae wish to enjoy themselves and avoid the boredom of the mundane."

"To involve emotions stronger than that would cause too many complications and take the enjoyment from the situation. How can you humans bear to have so many conflicting emotions running through you? Does it not cause you worry, concern and sorrow? And why would you want to feel those things when you can feel happiness all the time by simply focusing on getting everything you can out of every minute."

I shook my head,"To want to worry about another and even die for them...," I again shook my head,"I do not understand why you humans must make things more complicated than they are."
 
Marcus

"Perhaps we are too complicated" I laughed. "But it certainly makes life interesting."

I smiled, and uncrossed my arms, causing her to quickly dart up into the air again, before getting to my feet.

"So, what kind of game are we going to play?"
 
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