Into the Fae

Garlor

I stirred from my nap, judging from the embers of my fire a couple of hours later, and got up, returning to the human. She had fallen asleep herself, it seemed.

I woke her rudely once more, yanking the stakes out of the ground that bound her wrists, pulling off the bindings and pressing her hands to her breasts, threading her second fingers through the nipple rings. With a brief moment of concentration, the rings closed tighter, trapping her fingers.

I gathered up my garments, and dressed, grinning at her.

"It needs a wash, Garlor thinks," I said. I'd take her to the well, where I could show her off to that dryad, perhaps, and see how she was getting on with the Marcus-meat I had delivered her.
 
Gwen

I was swimming. Floating in the water in the strangest of positions...upside-down. I tried to right myself, but was unable. A sense of dread filled me, but in the dark water I couldn't see anything.

Suddenly I could see. My eyes opened to the light to find Garlor yanking the stakes out of the ground. In the confusion, I nearly fell to the floor as the blood rushed out of my head. Instead, when my vision cleared, I was standing holding my breasts. Trying to move my hands drew my eyes and I discovered that the rings he's used to decorate me were holding my hands in place. Naked as I was, I was somewhat glad for this.

"It needs a wash, Garlor thinks."

My face flamed with shame as he pointed out my dirty condition. But...I did smell. I was covered with dirt and his cum. No doubt streaks of blood covered my inner thighs.

My head bowed low, I allowed Garlor to lead me away from his hut. Walking was difficult without the use of my hands and I tripped several times. By the time we arrived at an enchanted looking pond, I was utterly filthy.
 
Pippin

I was startled when he uncrossed his arms and relfexively I was airborn. I was about to give the human a tounge lashing when he mentioned a game. Smiling, I forgot his rudeness and started flitting about him again.

"We will play follow the leader," I said, excitement already in my voice,"If you can follow me, you will be closer to your goal...if you can catch me I will show you a way to cut your travels by at least a third."

Before he could answer me, I flitted away into the trees, a trail of red pixie dust following me.
 
Marcus

She darted off, without giving me a chance to accept or decline, or question the rules. I scrambled after her, following a trail of fine red glowing dust.

I doubted I could catch her, and I wasn't even sure I could keep up, but I'd try my best. I didn't exactly have much to lose.
 
Garlor

She followed me quite meekly, without uttering a word. She tripped a few times, struggling to her feet again by rolling over, and pushing herself up by her elbows, and by the time we had reached a pool I knew of nearby she was quite dishevelled, splattered with dirt and mud from the last nights rain.

I pulled her over to the pools edge, and pushed her to her knees, so she could look down at herself in the mirror-clear water. I laughed as I saw the look of shock in her face.

"It is a dirty animal, isn't it?" I said.
 
ooc: ONCE AGAIN...... I am IN Limbo..
Ok, I know theres room For a Charicter around here, so SOMEONE Tell me WHERE and I'll MAKE IT!!!!!!
*is BORED OUTTA HIS MIND*!!!!!!!!!*
 
OOC: Maybe, if Isolde is willing to continue Verdi the dryad, you could play a satyr or some other fae who comes across her RG?
 
Verdi

OOC: That sounds fine to me. Or I can make another char to fit what Roland wants to be...up to him. First to have a run in with Garlor though.

IC: Voices caused me to look up from where I was sleeping in my tree. My lip curled in distaste and I bid my tree to give me cover from his eyes though I could do nothing about his sense of smell. He had a human with him and a ragged looking one at that.

Somehow, my time with Marcus had given me a new view of things and my heart went out to the human. Not enough to interfer and cause Garlor's wrath but enough to tell me that I was not thinking like a normal fae.
 
Pippin

I laughed as I flitted among and around the trees. I looked back often to see if the human was following. He was keeping up pretty good for not being fae. It was in watching the human that I made my mistake though...

I was coming around a tree, watching the human behind me when I flew right smack in the middle of a fae flower. I had once had a human tell me about plants from their world called Venus Fly Traps and that is the best comparison to these plants that I could give. They were beautiful flowers-colorful and sweet smelling-all the things to attract unsuspecting bugs and small animals-or pixies who arent looking where they are going.

My heart beat faster in my chest as the petals started to close around me. I tried to fly out again but one of the staimen shot out and wrapped itself around my tiny waist, pulling me back into the flower where it could hold me and slowly digest me as it did to all its victums. I cried out but knew no one would help me. It was not the way of the fae.
 
Marcus

I was losing ground, the trail of red dust getting lighter, as it settled to the ground or dispersed in the faint wind, but at least not gone completely. I only hoped the little faerie, Pippin, was true to her word and at least leading me roughly in the direction of the druid I sought.

Then, the red dust began to grow thicker in the air, and I realised I was closing again. As I rounded a treetrunk, I saw the trail lead right up to a flower, with brightly-coloured golden yellow petals. The petals were not open however - despite the daylight - but closed.

Was Pipping hiding in there? I slowed my pace. The red dust led straight up to it - but perhaps it was a trick to put me off her true course. Then, I heard a tiny high-pitched cry emmanate from the flowerhead.

I quickened my pace again, and, on reaching the flower, prised open a couple of the petals, which seemed wrapped inwards, to reveal a tiny pair of legs.

"Pippin?" I said. I couldn't hold open more than a couple of petals at a time - as soon as I let go of one to grab hold of another, it folded back in - so I had to tear them off of the plant.
 
ooc: A Satyr Sounds good...*Grin* Or whatever, Im Up for it...*l* Just tell me when I can get in on this.....
 
Gwen

I looked down into the clear pool and saw my reflection. I was a terrible naked mess. He allowed my fingers out of their prison and directed me into the pool.

The water felt wonderful. It was even more wonderful to be able to hide myself from all the eyes I felt on my body. Slowly I started to sluice the dirt and dried cum from my body, revealing creamy skin laced with red welts from Garlor's taloned fingers. Some began to sting, but I held my gasps of pain to myself.

Keeping my head lowered, I looked around the glade. Just as I began to turn around, I felt Garlor's fingers tangle in my hair and push my head under the water. I caught a small breath that was barely enough to last before he brought me sputtering to the surface.
 
Pippin

I was just about to give up and stop struggling against the plant when I heard the human's voice. Then I saw light as his fingers pryed back the petals of the flower. The flower seemed to be defeating him at first as the light seemed to come and go. Then the light came and stayed and I could see that the human was tearing the petals off to get to me.

I was almost as stunned by the fact that the human would take time to come to my rescue as I was when the plant grabbed me. I could not comprehend why he would do such a thing.

Soon he was able to reach his hand in and tear me away from the flower. I was free! I looked up in stunned silence at the human. Why had he rescued me? Was it because he thought I was going to lead him to the druid. Honestly I really had no intention of it and I think he knew it.

Looking up at him where I sat on his hand, I said,"Why? Why did you save me human. You knew I was never going to take you to see the druid...so why?"

I tried to flutter my wings in preparation to fly from his hand but a sudden pain told me that my wings were not in any shape for flight. Looking back, what I could see of them were ragged and a torn. I was now grounded and, for a Pixie, that was almost as much of a death sentence as the flower.
 
Marcus

"I suppose I did know that, deep down" I said, "but I hoped otherwise."

I paused, then smiled. "I can't claim to have caught you - the flower did that. But maybe now, I can help you... would the druid be able to heal your wings?"
 
Garlor

I dunked its head beneath the water, laughing as she surfaced spluttering for air.

The dryad's oak was nearby, and I smelled her on the breeze - though not the Marcus-meat. It was probably confined within her tree's trunk, charmed to a life of servitude.

"It looks much better," I said, standing and beginning to take off my own garments. She moved further back into the water, but didn't emerge from it, even as I slipped into the water myself. Her eyes followed my groin down to the water, for a moment, where I stood proud again.

"Come here" I snapped, beckoning her to me, "Garlor is hungry again, as it has seen."

Maybe give a little show for the dryad, I thought with a wicked grin on my lips.
 
Gwen

The hateful beast seemed to enjoy my choking and sputtering, having a great laugh at my expense. I started uup out of the water, thinking my bath was over, but Garlor began stripping, then stepping into the water.

As I watched, I saw his huge cock grow to full hardness, jutting out from his body. I caught my breath in fear and stepped back farther into the water. Hoping it wouldn't want me again.

"Come here" he snapped at me, "Garlor is hungry again, as it has seen." He gestured for me to come near and I did so very slowly.

Trembling, I stood just within arms reach of him unsure of what he wanted. Would he now consume me as I had feared all along? Would he throw me on the muddy bank and ravage me out in the open?

Neither, it seemed. His huge hands on my shoulders pressed me to my knees so that my breasts bobbed at the surface of the water, his cock at the level of my face. My eyes grew huge and I leaned back, but his hand in my hair held me in place.

"It will open its mouth if it wishes to live a while longer," he said with an evil laugh.

I obeyed.
 
Garlor

Her mouth opened a little, as she meekly complied.

"Wider" I hissed, pulling her forward, so the tip of my cock pressed against her lips.

"Suck it" I commanded. For a moment I saw her eyes narrow, and then she leaned forward, and her mouth captured the head of my erection with some difficulty.

Then I felt her trying to bite down, hard. I merely laughed. "It thinks petty human teeth can pierce Garlor's skin?"

I pulled her head forward by her hair. "Now, suck!"
 
Gwen

I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could and still had trouble fitting his cock inside. My jaw felt impossibly unhinged. My only hope...

I tried biting down, but his skin wasn't like a human's. It only made him mad.
"It thinks petty human teeth can pierce Garlor's skin?" He laughed and held my jaws steady, his talons digging into my cheeks. "Now, suck!"

I complied. It was so hard. The further he pushed into my mouth, the more I felt like throwing up. But he kept on...further and further...inexorably until he hit the back of my throat and then kept pushing. My eyes swam since I couldn't breathe, but he started rhythmically pumping and i was able to take quick gasps.

I held onto his oak-like thighs, trying to keep from falling back into the pond, but it seemed he thought of that and wrapped his fingers in my hair so he could continue to fuck my mouth.

I found that if I completely relaxed my mouth, it wasn't nearly so bad. And once, I wiggled my tongue and Garlor gasped, staring down at me with a leery surprise in his eyes. I tried it again and he moaned loudly, throwing back his head.
 
Pippin

I looked at the human in amazement. "After all that has happened you still wish to help me? You are putting my welfare in front of your own in fact." I shook my head again and sighed deeply. "I do not understand you humans but I am...grateful..for your help." I almost choked on the word but it was the truth.

Pointing to the east and up from where we were, I said,"If you go that way we will come to a wall of vines. I can part the vines. It is a portal that will cut off our journey by one third but the way to the druid is frought with danger and we may run into other fae who would not hesitate to capture and use you."

"I will need a place to ride. No offense but I do not trust the clumsy hands of humans."
 
Marcus

"Okay" I said, "how about one of my pockets?"

I gestured with my free hand to one of the side pockets in the leggings that Maewyn had conjured up for me. Pippin nodded, and I held her up to the brim of one so she could climb in.

When she had settled herself, I set off again in the direction she had indicated.
 
Garlor

I held her head tightly by her hair, and groaned. Her tongue tickled the underside of my cock as I drove it back and forth in her mouth, a sensation that was quite pleasing. She seemed to be relaxing herself at least, resigning herself to the task I had set her.

"Use your hands as well" I hissed down to her, "stroke me. Show Garlor what a good human bitch it is."
 
Pippin

It was a bumpy ride in the pocket of his leggings but we made progress with his long stride eating up the distance. It took us quite awhile still before we came to the wall of vines I had talked about.

All through the journey I was a very quiet pixie-much to the human's relief I am sure. I kept thinking about what had happened that day and wondering how, after this experience, I could go back to viewing humans the same way again. Maybe, I reasoned, Marcus was different from all other humans.

I was about to question him about it but we had suddenly arrived. Looking at the vine wall, I swallowed. This was not a favorite place even of the fae. Beyond this door was a portal but one that constantly changed so that I did not know where we would be when we stepped through. I only knew that the places it led to were closer to the druid's home than where we were.

As Marcus stood in front of the living wall, I begin to murmur an incantation and ended with a sprinkle of pixie dust thrown against the vines. Slowy it opened to reveal a constantly moving swirl of colors.

"Step into that, human," I said, nervousness in my voice,"I do not know where we will be. There are four points that the door leads to and they constantly change. We will end up either in the Forrest of Darkness where the night creatures roam, the Valley of the Trolls-which is self explanitory or alongside the River of Fear-a river so clear and sparkling it invites you in but once you swim in it you will be plauged with every fear you ever had until it drives you mad, or the Mountain of Mists-the home of mists that are alive and can take the shape of any living thing in Fae."

These are the four outer limits of Fae and, though they differ greatly, we can reach the druid from any of these points," I concluded. "Now it is up to you to decide if that infamous human spirit of yours is up to the challenges ahead."
 
Gwen

"Show Garlor what a good human bitch it is."

I trembled slightly at his words, but determined to do the best I could. Letting my jaw relax as far as I could, I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock. It was so long and so big that it took both hands and my whole mouth. I stroked him gently at first, but began picking up speed gradually.

Soon, I was able to take him farther down my throat without gagging. I stroked him with my mouth and hands in a good rhythm for what seemed like forever. My jaw was aching, but the sounds he was making were worth it.

I braved a glance up, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face...looking satisfied.
 
Marcus

I took a deep breath, then jumped through the swirling cloud of colours. There was a flash of light then I found myself in a wood, where the branches overhead twisted together so thoroughly that they only let light through like rare strands of gold.

"Som I guess this is the forest of darkness" I said, glancing down at Pippin, barely able to make her out in the gloom. I felt her wiggling in my pocket.

"Yes" she said, simply.
 
Garlor

I saw her looking up, through her eyelashes and the strands of her wet red hair that had fallen across her face. I ran my taloned fingers through her scalp, and grinned down at her.

"Yes, it is a good little slut" I hissed. "It pleases Garlor much."

The ministrations of her mouth, tongue, and fingers were bringing me towards another eruption. I briefly wondered what she would think of the taste of fae spunk, moments before I began to unleash a torrent of it into her throat, letting her pull back just far enough so it sprayed over her tongue, trickling out of the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were looking up at me now, wide and surprised.
 
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