Dealing with the fae usually has unforeseen consequences…
By Miss Lilith
Welcome, Sweetea. This…is Miss Lilith and you’re here to surrender control of your senses, your imagination, your body, and your mind. I will guide your thoughts and you will follow. So close your eyes if you haven’t already…begin to breathe deeply and slowly…and hang onto my every word…and bend to my every whim.
So…
[forest/wind fade in]
Find yourself now on the fringe of a tall forest; thick with growth and the sounds of life. Gazing into the woods, you notice beams of soft light penetrating through the foliage in an almost straight line, leading deeper into the forest. Almost…like a path.
You really should turn around and head back to the resort. You have a whole vacation plan, after all, and it wouldn’t do to get lost now. But…something about these woods call to you. Like a mystery just begging to be explored. To be exposed. A plot hole in a story needing to be plugged. To be filled.
[fade in ethereal giggles and voices]
So instead of turning around, you listen to your inner-voice, your instinct, and pass over the threshold into the looming forest. The winds quiet down a little as you follow the path laid out for you, beams of light paving the way.
You journey deeper and deeper into the woods, the trek uneventful, if incredibly relaxing. After what could have been minutes or even hours, you arrive at a clearing.
[ethereal become louder]
The trees make an almost perfectly circular fence around the meadow, which is overgrown with tall grass and an arrangement of varying mushrooms. So many sizes and so many colors. This…is a peaceful place. A safe place. Both a part of the world…and apart from it.
Something draws your attention to the very center, so you step closer. There, on the ground, surrounded by rings of strange green mushrooms, you can see the remains of an old tree stump. Flat to the ground. By its size, the tree must have been gigantic at one point in time. Now, it’s but a surface where grass no longer grows.
[magic pulse build up sound-winds—tickles]
As you stare in wonder, the mushrooms around the stump begin to glow a deep, bright green. The air gets…hotter. The wind picks up. Something strange tickles the back of your mind. Somewhere deep within your subconscious thoughts.
And then…
[abrupt glow sfx]
…the entire clearing bursts into light and you’re engulfed from head to toe in shades of green auroras. The world disappears and without a second to consider what may be happening, you are whisked away, vanishing from the forest…met only with…serenity as your eyelids grow heavy…tired…wanting to close…neeeding to close…closing now..as you begin breathing slowly and deeply…falling into a peaceful slumber. Foggy. Cloudy. Thoughts melting away as the seconds pass…
[ethereal music–falling sensation–giggles, laughs, sounds, foreign language-snaps in the background]
[build up sound]
Abruptly, your body and your mind are pulled in a single direction…and you fall into a crack in the fabric of reality…bursting through and losing all awareness. Dropping into a world of unconsciousness, confusion, and unreality.
[snappy nappy sounds–change background sfx thing]
You regain your awareness slowly, opening your eyes carefully. At first glance, it seems to be the same forest you ventured into, but…it’s not. The trees are bigger. Thicker. The leaves…the leaves shift from color to color. There is no wind. And…you feel something coil around your foot.
[vine sounds]
Jerking in surprise, you try to pull away, but…the vine holds on strong and true. A…moving vine. A giant, green, moving vine.
So confused and so shocked you are, that you just stare as it moves up your leg. Over your knee and thigh. Every so slowly. You try to jerk away, but it doesn’t even budge. You see more vines from nearby trees, all slowly, steadily creeping towards you. Slithering through the ground. You begin to panic just a little as no amount of pulling and jerking and force gets you anywhere closer to freedom.
You open your mouth to scream for help, but before you could…
You hear a soft thud behind you. Turning, you see…me. Short and slender, with but a few well placed leaves covering my indecency. My ears pointy. My hair wild. Windblown. Your confusion builds, of course. But…
It sure does look like you need help, sweetea. And you need it now. Before the vines reach higher and it’s too late. I can help you…but you’ll owe me. Just nod your head, sweetea, and say “yes.” That’s all you have to do.
[yes]
[slap hands] [gasp] Ah! Perfect! So amenable! We’re going to have so much fun together!
You watch, mouth agape, as I wave my hand and the vines recede quickly, freeing you and disappearing into the thick woods.
Yes, yes, those were my vines. This is my forest. And now…you owe me. But forget about that for now. You’re looking a bit worn. The portal tends to do that to humans. You’re not used to multi-dimensional travel, after all. It takes a lot out of you. And you know what’ll help?
Food. Food always help! Come on. I extend my hand out to you, an apple in my palm. Golden and perfectly ripe. Trust me, sweetea, this will the best apple you’ve ever had in your life. Sweet as honey and bursting with flavor. It’ll melt on your tongue.
You reach out and take it, curious and in fact quite hungry now. You really do feel worn. Worn and hungry.
Taking a bite, your breath hitches as the flavor hits you. Juicy, sweet and powerful. Immediately, it’s as if your vitality is restored. You feel better and better with each bite. Each time you swallow.
Shaking your head, you stand up and finish it off, licking your fingers. Savoring the taste.
I take a step closer to you and look up into your face with a radiant smile. It was good, wasn’t it? You basically inhaled the whole thing in one go. You can’t possibly understand how happy that makes me, sweetness.
I lower my head, looking down, down…and at where you cock is…behind your annoying clothes. You …you do owe me now. I did save you from those vines! Before you could speak, I put a finger to your lips and shush you.
Look…I just want your cock. That’s all I want. I’ve been so lonely all this time…with nobody to play with. Nobody to touch. It’s been forever since I’ve had a cock. Since I’ve touched one. Stroked one. So please? Please? I’ll take it so well. I’ll take it all, baby. Every inch.
I place my palm on your bulge and squeeze lightly. Oh my. Please, may I have your cock? Just say “yes,” baby, and nod your head. That’s all I want.
[yes]
Oh, thank you! I won’t disappoint. I promise! I’ll be such a good girl!
As my hands begin to rove over your body, slowly undressing you, a sweet aroma reaches your senses and muddles your thoughts. Your mind. Throughout your body, electric tingles of pleasure race back and forth uncontrollably. Defenses and second thoughts disintegrate, allowing you to release yourself into my embrace.
As you inhale the pheromones in the air, your mind grows foggy and your cock begins to throb with arousal. My forest is abundant in magical plants. They’re everywhere. And you’re breathing them all in. Absorbing the pheromone. Feeling it in your mind. Subsuming your free will. Making you ache with desire and need.
I can’t wait to take your cock, sweetea. I’m so very ready for it. For you.
The forest comes alive around us. The wind picks up and my vines unearth themselves, quickly coiling around your ankles, rooting you in place as I fondle your cock, feeling it grow, and remove your clothing. Together with the vines, I leave you naked in the blink of an eye. Mmm, delicious, baby.
From high up in the trees, more vines descent and grab onto your arms. Your hands. Holding you still. All naked and exposed, a dizzy, confused look on your face. Your mouth curling into a dreamy smile. My pheromones taking away your reasoning. Your inhibitions. Your worries. Your memories. They bring you pleasure. Excitement. Arousal.
As you breathe it in and as your skin absorbs my plant’s nectar, making you all nice and receptive, susceptible, and open…my hand rests on your cock. Rubbing. Stroking. Playing with it. Familiarizing myself with it.
Breathe the plant pheromones in, my slut. Breathe them allll in. All the way. You can struggle, if you want, but my vines aren’t letting you go. Not until I’m done with you.
Breathe deeply and slowly and enjoy the sweet aroma of my drug. Feel it enter you and notice how it engulfs your mind, opening it up to suggestions. To new experiences. To my gentle ministrations.
Open up, baby. Allow. Yourself. To. Drop. Into. A suggestible trance. A deep and relaxing trance. Listening and following and dropping down, down, down[snap].
You can feel the defenses of your mind crack, buckle…and fold, leaving you wide open and helpless. Exposed. Eager for my words. Eager for my hands. Eager to feel me inside of you.
The spores of my plants are legion. Countless. So thick in the air that you can’t possible miss them. Can’t miss them as you breathe them in. As you melt for me. As you become mine. Alll mine. Because…you are, now.
You see…it’s generally a bad idea to accept help and gifts from the fae folk. Especially from my kind, the wood fae. Accepting my help in return for a favor means that you…owe me, and I can ask for anything at all in return. The magic of the fae realm will make it happen, no matter what the ask is.
When you bit into my apple, you had destroyed any chance you may have had at return home. Now…you’re stuck here and completely dependant on the food I give you, because that’s the only kind that can sustain you now, my little slut. My little human. You’re going to be so fun to play with.
And…when I asked you for your cock and you said “yes,” you had given it away. It’s mine now and I can do with it whatever I want. You see…the reason we’re called “wood fae” isn’t solely because we live in the…well, woods. It’s also because we make it a habit of taking…cocks. Isn’t that fun, baby?
And as I’ve told you already, my little human…it’s been a while since I had one to play with, so…we’re going to have some fun. So, so much fun. You’re going to be my little slut. My weak, suggestible, horny slut.
I finally allow the leaves covering my pointed, hard nipples and my wet, needy pussy to drop. You heartbeat picks up and you ache to taste me. To have me. To feel me. To…feel me inside you.
And you will…in just a moment. Let me…make a few adjustments to better fuck my obedient little slut. The vines still hold you in place as I grab your cock hard with one hand and touch my pussy with the other…
Closing my eyes, I call upon ancient transformation fae magic.
[sfx]
You can feel your cock tingle as warmth spreads along its length, through your balls. And almost instantaneously…it’s…
[pop/snap]
…gone. Your cock is gone and where I once had a pussy…I now have your cock. Hard. Throbbing. Twitching in anticipation and arousal. Where you once had a cock…you now have my pussy. Wet. Slick with arousal. Feeling…empty. Needing to be filled. Needing to be fucked. It’s all that you can think about. All that you care about.
The longer you breathe in the pheromones of my forest, the needier your pussy becomes and the more you want me to fuck you with your own cock. My good, horny slut. And that’s what you are now. You’re just my weak, little human slut. Trapped here with me. In my world. Under my power. Trapped and loving it.
Feel the almost physical sensation of desire wash over you. That adamant need to be fucked like the slut that you are. My vines pull at you and bring you to the ground. On your back, allowing your arms to go free, but holding you still nonetheless. You can’t help but stare at the cock between my legs. At…your cock. And you can’t help but want to touch it. To…worship it. To feel it.
I move closer, spread open my legs, and straddle your chest, my cock close to your face. My tits right above your head. You can’t tear your eyes away from my hard, throbbing cock…almost forgetting that it’s actually your own…and that you’re lusting after your very own cock right now. Such a perfect, self-indulgent slut for me.
You’ve always wanted to suck your own cock, haven’t you? I know you have. Who hasn’t? And you’ll finally get the chance to do just that! Except all the pleasure will be mine; as it should, of course. Starting at your own cock so very close to your face, you drool as you open your mouth, transfixed by the sight. Aroused by the prospect.
You reach out, unable to resist, and wrap your fingers around your cock…well, my cock, now. It throbs in your hand, pulsing with arousal. Slowly, you begin to stroke it up and down, feeling the shape of the cock. The texture. The blood coursing through it. It only makes you more horny. More needy. More foggy and obsessed with worshiping your own cock.
Now be my slut and open your mouth wider. Good, good. Just like that. I move your hand away and close in, sliding my cock inside your cock-hungry mouth. Inside of you, slut.
That first taste of your own cock in your own mouth is…mesmerizing. You want to moan. You want to beg for more. You want it so bad. You lick around the head of the cock, feeling the shape so completely. Feeling my cock throb in your mouth. Feeling it all as you continue absorbing my spores…my pheromones…and getting all that much hornier, hotter, and needier.
Good slut [snap].
I want you to moan every single time I call you a good slut and snap my fingers. You have no choice. You need to moan for me. You need to moan like the good slut [snap] that you are.
I push your cock deeper inside you and you suck and suck like a perfectly conditioned and mind-controlled cocksucker. Because that’s what you are, right now. Enjoying each and every second that you spend sucking my sock. Licking it from base to top. Moaning like a good slut[snap].
Worship my cock, bitch. Worship…your own cock, slut. Don’t think. You can’t think. You can only suck. You can only lick. You can only worship. You can only give in to the pleasure. Give up. Allow it to send waves of overwhelming pleasure across your entire body. Waves and waves of submission coursing through your very nerves. Your muscles. Your mind and your thoughts. You are just…pleasure, now. Just horny. Just arousal. Just joy. Just need and lust and desire.
Moan louder for me, my obedient, good slut[snap].
[moans]
That’s it. That’s good. It feels so good, baby. It’s really missed this. Really missed having a cock and feeling someone worship it with their needy mouths. You’re doing so well. You’re going to be doing a lot of this, think, in the near future. Perhaps…in the far future, too. I’m not letting you go.
Needing to feel…more, I grab your head, hold it still at an angle, move higher up your body…and thrust deeper inside your throat…as my vines return to bind your hands, holding them to the ground, leaving you no room to be apprehensive. Because..you do begin to struggle as I deep throat you and you start to gag each time I thrust deeper inside you. But…you have no way to resist. No way to say no. No way to even turn your head. All you can do is deep throat your own cock and moan like the perfect good slut[snap] that you are for me.
Mmmmm, that’s it, baby. Take it all. Not like you have a choice…but still. Take it all for me. Take my cock. Take your own cock. Taste the cock-hunger in your mind grow in intensity. Feel it overcome your thoughts. Your mind. Feel your body energize in arousal. In need. A pressure filling your center. A pressure…in your pussy. Because yes, you have a pussy. A needy, throbbing pussy.
Wet with arousal. Wet with need. And you feel the warmth. You feel the tingles. You feel the horny as you take my cock. Feel the throb of my cock and the throb of your pussy. I’ll let you in on a little…secret, slut. I get to enjoy both the pleasure of your cock and the pleasure of my pussy. I get…double the pleasure. Double the horny.
I’m…so close. To cumming. But…we’re not done yet, so I slow down…pull my cock out of your mouth…and let you go. Getting to my feet, I just…stand there for a little while, stroking your cock with my own hand. Enjoying the sensation. Calming down a little. But keeping myself on the edge.
The vines still coiled around your legs and arms, you can only but stare as I pleasure myself. As I pleasure myself with your own cock…watching as it throbs in much the same way it had when you still owned it. Except now, you can’t feel it throb. You can only feel your pussy pulsate with arousal and need as you watch me play with the cock and as my other hand slides up my chest and I play with nipple. My hard, little nipple.
As you watch, my vines slither across your body. One…higher up your right leg. Over your thigh, teasing your clit, making you jerk and moan like the good slut[snap] that you are. Feeling the pleasure race beneath your skin, across your flesh.
Another vine…beneath you..between your ass cheeks. Sliding between them. The tip just at the entrance to your ass. Just hovering there. It’s…a different kind of vine. It’s….really more like a tentacle. And it just rests there, against your butt. Between your cheeks. Right at the entrance. In wait. Like a predator.
Mmm, I think it’s time I finally fuck you, don’t you? Like, really, truly fuck your brains out. Fuck you with your own cock. Allow you to experience what it feels like to be my slut in every sense of the word.
I take a few steps closer to you as my vines spread your legs, bringing your knees up, and pull your arms up and above your head. Perfect. All you can do is stare at your cock…a hypnotizing sight. Making you feel weak and horny. Needy. Wanting it so very bad.
Your mind is mine, now. All of your desires are mine, now. Your cock is mine. Even your pussy is mine. Everything that you are is mine. So as I kneel down between your spread legs, my cock hard and throbbing, my chest heaving, you want nothing else but to be claimed.
I…haven’t told you this yet, but when a wood fae claims a subject, it’s quite permanent and quite comprehensive. When I enter you…when you feel my cock…inside of you…you will also feel me inside your mind. Always. I will never leave again. I will remain in control…my willpower molding you from the inside out…as I mold your body to my liking.
So…moan for me as I close in, hold onto to your hips, and thrust inside you in one, smooth move, my good slut[snap].
[moan]
That’s it. Perfect. I start slow, now. In…and out. Holding onto you tightly as I fuck you with your own cock. A cock that’s now mine. Whenever I want it. Whenever I feel like it. It feels…different, doesn’t it, to be fucked in the pussy? To feel the cock deep inside you, sliding in and out. To feel the shape. The heat. The throb. To feel out arousal intermix and intensify.
Moan for me, my submissive, good slut[snap].
Feel the pleasure spread from your needy, pulsating pussy…into your entire body and into your mind….your mind..which is now mine, of course. All mine. Completely and utterly mine to do with whatever I desire.
And I desire…that you feel every single way the overwhelming, euphoric pleasure of being taken by your own cock. Of being claimed by the fae. Of becoming a thrall of mine. You can feel the cock thrusting inside of you getting even harder. Throbbing even harder. Twitching and convulsing. I’m so close…but not yet.
As I move a bit faster and you let the pleasure deeper inside you, as I feel the pleasure of fucking my good slut[snap], the tentacled vine between your ass cheeks pushes into your ass, sliding in effortlessly…all lubed up. All ready to fuck you in your ass as I’m fucking you in the pussy.
That’s it. Perfect. Moan louder for me, slut. Moan, now! Moan louder. The louder you moan, the better you feel. The more aroused you become. The more you want my cock inside you. The more you want your own cock to fuck you.
Feel me changing your mind, bit by bit, as I thrust in and out. With each thrust, I thrust into your mind. And between the thrusts of my cock…you feel the thrusts of the tentacle in your ass. Between the two, there is no second of reprieve. There is only pleasure. Only horny. Only arousal. Only the electrifying sensations weaving into your very existence…pushing into you every possible pleasure that could be felt by a human like you.
And as I get closer and closer…my cock throbbing, the veins pulsing…my blood pumping…I want you to moan louder, my weak, good slut[snap]. Moan for me and relinquish your mind and your freedom.
The sensations of the tentacle fucking your ass as I fuck your pussy are almost overwhelming. The feel. The sound. The submission. The corruption of my fae magic worming into your thoughts, mindfucking you in much the same way I’m fucking you here, right now, in the woods, with your own cock.
And…as you moan again…moan for me, bitch! Moan loader and enjoy how it feels to let go so completely…as you moan for me…as you break under my assault..another tentacle slithers from behind your neck, curling around it…and easily invading your mouth…your throat. You can feel it pulsate just like the one in your ass. You can feel it…vibrate…and throb…just like a cock. Just like this cock. Like my cock. Or, well..yours, in a small, forgotten way.
Breathe deeply, slut. Absorb the pheromones in the air…the spores of my plants…the drugs of my tentacles…and my fae magic…working on your brain. Changing you. Corrupting you. Transforming you. Making a receptacle for pleasure and unwilling to resist. Unable to resist. Eager to obey. To submit. To feel my cock inside you, pushing into you, changing you…
Moan for me, slut. No resistance. No hesitation. Only desire. Only lust, only pleasure.
Moan again.
[moan]
My thrall…my slut…my obedient human plaything. My submissive human pet…you are mine, now. In body and in mind.
Accept it. Embrace it. Rejoice in it…as I thrust into you harder. Faster. My cock throbbing harder. My blood pumping faster. Your pussy so very wet. So very needy. You need to feel me deeeper inside you. Mmmm, it’s a strange thing to say….but my pussy feels so very, very good. So very tight. So very perfect. I’m so close, baby. So close to cumming inside.
The tentacle in your ass…pulsates. Twitches. It’s so close. Yes, slut. My tentacles more than just feel like cocks. They basically are. You are, in fact, being fucked by the forest right now. By both me and the woods. When I cum…the forest will tooo…the tentacles inside of you will cum. They fill fill you up. The one in your throat…the one in your ass. And…of course, my cock.
When I cum…so will you. I know this because I know my own pussy. I know what it needs. I know how to pleasure it. I know all, my good slut[snap].
So when I cum…when the tentacles cum, filling you with their seed…so will you. And you will cum in a way you’ve never done so before. You will feel it across your whole body. In every single limb..every single nerve. Every toe and every finger. Every thought and every cell. Every neuron…every memory. It will like a full-bodied orgasm…but better, because it’ll be my pussy…and my pussy is magical, baby.
So notice how the pressure begins to build deep within you…how it spins into power from that place of pure pleasure. Pure arousal. Pure neeeeed.
Getting closer, now. As I get closer. As the tentacles get closer. Harder. Throbbing. Pulsating. Vibrating. Our minds becoming closer…mine subsuming yours. Controlling yours. Taking ownership of yours.
You can feel it happening more and more the closer I get to orgasm..the closer you get to orgasm. When we cum…your mind will become a part of my willpower. You will become in all things my thrall. A captive here for all eternity…and eternity for the fae is a looooong time.
I will…snap my fingers and call you my good slut…five times. On the fifth and final time…I will cum…my tentacles will cum…and you will cum.
So…one…be my loud, good slut[snap] and moan for me…as you feel the orgasm closing in. Your pussy feeling hotter. Wetter. Throbbing with the tempo of my thrusts. My cock inside of you. My tentacles fucking you relentlessly in the ass. Your needy ass. Your throat. Your slutty throat.
Two…submit forever to the fae, my lost, little, good slut[snap]. feel the pressure build. Feel tingles in every limb. Every nerve, every cell. As if I my cock were fucking your mind…and you felt it in your very being. Your mental and physical existence.
Three…almost there, my good slut[snap]. Moan and accept your destiny. Your future. Your submission. Your corruption. Your servitude. I thrust faster. The tentacles fucking your ass and your throat thrust faster. Building up to that orgasm. So close, now so very close. The pressure building. Feel it now, slut, as if you were on the very, very, very edge of a mind-blowing, world-altering orgasm…one which will shoot through your whole being. Every part of your body and your mind.
Four…so very closer now, my submissive, little, good slut[snap]. on the next snap…you will cum..as I cum inside of you. As my cock cums inside of your pussy, filling you…claiming you once more. As my tentacles cum inside your needy ass and your slutty mouth, filling you with their seed. A seed which will enslave you to this forest and to me…in all the ways. In every way. Across all the universes. Across all time.
When next I snap my fingers…we will cum…together…and you will experience an orgasm a human never had before…because it will be a magical fae orgasm…sensations filling your body. Coursing across your flesh. Your mind. Your thoughts. As if…every part of your body becomes a source of orgasmic pleasure and eruption.
And….cum as I cum, my enthralled, good slut[snap].
[moan]
Cum..and feel me cum inside you. Warm, hot…wet…and unforgiving. You feel your whole body light up in pleasure as I cum in side you pussy…and my tentacles cum inside your ass and inside your throat. Within seconds, you’re a mess, leaking from your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. You dirty, dirty slut. Look at you and cuuuuum for me. With your whole body. Let the orgasm stretch. Cum[snap], pet, and let the orgasm keep going and keep building. Let the pressure continue building and building throughout your entire body.
It doesn’t end. It only gets better and better and better. Let yourself go as your orgasm picks up pace and you feel it fill every corner of your existence. Your body and your mind. Ride it out…as you feel the tentacle in your mouth recede, leaving your mouth and throat full of its seed. Feeling it absorb into your flesh…becoming one with you.
And the one in your ass slides right out. You leak and you moan for me. Spent. Used. Fucked in every which way.
My cock still inside you…still…throbbing. Twitching. Fae magic…is a wonder. I can cum again and again and again. No need to rest. No need to wait. I can just…thrust again and cum again…and so can you. So feel it build again. Feel the orgasm build again…and when I snap my fingers…you will cum again…with my cock inside you. With…your cock inside you.
So…be my good slut[snap] and cum for me again. Cum[snap], pet and submit your soul to the world of the fae.
Embrace the corruption. Embrace the mind control. Embrace the forest. The woods. The magic. Accept the orgasms, my good slut[snap] as you cum[snap] again, pet. Again and again. As I cum again and again. As you feel my tentacles slither right back inside of you…inside of your needy ass…and your slutty throat…and thrust into you once more. Again and again. Not giving you a chance to rest or to think.
Only to accept..that you are now…and forever, my good slut[snap] who cums[snap] again and again. Who enjoys being fucked by my cock…by your cock. Who enjoys being played with my the tentacles of the forest. Of the woods.
That’s….all you are now. Just a plaything. A toy. A thrall. A pet of the fae. The woooood fae.
Isn’t that right, my perfect good slut[snap]?
[yes]
[moan]
Fin.