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Fairy Odd Diet
🕑 Added 2024-03-16 03:19:04 +0000 UTCWhen most people thought of a druid's home in the woods, they thought of a log cabin, or maybe not even, rather, a house directly grown out of a tree, using their power to manipulate nature and converse with the spirits and fae of the woods.
Very few would've thought of a very modern home, a thick base of stone with foundations dug deep into the earth, giving rise to a home of brick, glass, steel and treated wood that only had decorative purposes on windowsills, the door and the deck on the back of the construction, which had a gazebo on it with a table set for three, with the design of a tree.
Needless to say, the many adventurers who came to seek the sage of the forest's advice were often shocked to find that he lived in a modern home with amenities comparable to the biggest cities, and in fact, he lived better than many a noble from the wealthy capitals of each kingdom.
Even more so, they were shocked to find that the sage of the forests wasn't some decrepit, hunchbacked old man with a beard as long as he was tall, walking around with a gnarled wood walking stick, green robes and a blind gaze, but rather, a well put and well built young looking man who walked firmly and without aid at all. Nor did he wear fancy green robes, instead, he wore a simple outdoors-apt set of leather reinforced pants, a belt lined with some tools such as coiled rope, sheathed machete & knife and bags that held first-aid equipment as well as a couple of water skins dangling from it.
The Druid Who Lived in the Woods, James, or Jimmy to his friends, was a friendly sort, who led the adventurers who were exploring the unknown lands of the world, bringing treasures back to their communities, to his home to sit down, have a chat, rest their weary bones and recover their energy with a nice cup of tea, in exchange for tales of the world beyond the forest, and only rarely asked for anything in return for his hospitality beyond that.
Mostly to those who visited him more than once, and mostly for things to spruce up his home and liven up his environment.
With the winter coming the deck outside wasn't really an option, so in this particular instance, he had led a group of three young men and a young woman to his home and welcomed them inside, towards the middle space, half-buried into the ground, a set of comfortable seats of plush seats surrounding a fire pit in the middle. He passed them a drink made with plants brought from far, far away to the west.
"This is a little too brown to be tea," the leader of the adventuring party that came about said, as he eyed the metallic cup's contents warily.
"It's called chocolate and it's delicious, especially during cold days like this one," James responded, sipping on his own cup of the stuff as he sank down in his seat, opposite the heroes with the fire between them. The low, dim lighting of the rest of the room produced a cozy atmosphere, and the fading light from outside meant that soon the room would be dark enough that the rest of the home couldn't be seen from beside the fire pit.
It was meant to recreate the feeling of sitting around a campfire at night, as it helped adventurers relax.
"Oh! It totally is!" the other male adventurer of the group stated, drinking his greedily and eating some snacks from the platter offered.
"Anyway, where was I?" the leader said. "Oh, right, the Alpine Resort..."
As he began to launch on his tale, James noticed something was off.
First, it was the sweet smell, a perfume very unlike any scent he used, and very different from the earthen and foresty smells that the adventurers brought with them... one he was very familiar with. Sugar, spice and everything nice, mixed with a nice and heavy dose of mischief. The sensations running through his body made him alert - but he'd been distracted.
It was too late to do anything about it, all he could do was steel himself for what he knew was about to come.
And it was him.
The first thing he felt was a soft ghost of a pair of lips, an almost intangible sensation of touch, as nonsensical as that was, such were the dealings of the fae, and as the young adventurer in front of him launched into his tale, he was grateful for the rise and crackle of the fire between them, otherwise, they would've seen or heard something strange begin to happen.
A shuffling noise and a movement near James' crotch was the beginning of the real situation in his hands. He couldn't really say or do anything without alerting people that something was off, something he was loathe to do, so instead he put his hands together.
The young adventurers were starting to chip in to the story the leader was telling, a no doubt compelling tale of harrowing challenge and triumphant success as they climbed a mountain only to head down back to its base through a set of tunnels, but the details became increasingly harder to follow.
James tried to not even twitch, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the touches became more insistent, and now he felt a force around his crotch, in a way that no hand could replicate, approaching him from all sides and molding to him, paying little heed to the constraint of his clothes as if they weren't even there. It wrapped around his crotch and most importantly, around his penis, giving him a sensation not unlike a warm spring breeze.
More of the sensation spread through his body, radiating from his crotch, though soon the feeling of wind around his penis changed to one of warm water, growing thicker and more viscous, nearly slimy even. A torrent and variety of feelings struck him, until it all seemed to coalesce into the most thoroughly perfect envelopment one could even picture, reshaping itself every moment to touch every part of him and stimulate him all at once... or rather, just that one specific part of him.
Were they able to see past the fire, they would surely see his towering erection rising from between his closed legs, so James, while still pretending he was listening to the tale of conquest the adventurers were laying out for him, grabbed a few sticks from the kindling pile and threw them into the fire.
The group looked at each other oddly for a moment, then back at him, and at the fire that seemed to go out of control for a second before settling, bigger and warmer than before, but the cold outside was getting harsher as night set in, so they realized it was probably for the best, and returned to the tale.
Taking a deep breath to control himself, James used all his control to meditate through the issue, trying to spread the awareness of his body to every part of it except the crotch, but it wasn't doing much. It was hard to meditate when it feels like someone is using the world's most advanced toy to jerk you off, and that was exactly what was happening. It was simply not feasible to maintain control.
Especially not when he began to feel his body heat up.
"Uhm, Mister Druid, sir-" one of the female adventurers, one who looked like she was nearing her final years of adventuring as her gray hairs were evidencing, old enough to knew to respect the wise men of the forest at any rate, "you look a little tense," the woman said. "Is our tale not to your satisfaction?"
James shook his head. "No, my apologies, please continue," he said, trying not to give away what was happening to him. He had a reputation as a wise man to keep intact.
"Alright, well, so there I was, with just a broken knife against the twin-headed bearded bear," the leader said, "so I knew I had to do something and fast, just to live long enough for backup to arrive, that's when I-"
His tale continued, something about waking up a hibernating creature that had made one of the cave system's mouths its lair, and how dangerous it all was.
As he did, James tensed his muscles. His face was heating up, and he knew his cheeks were starting to turn red as the stimulation intensified, especially so knowing that there were worried glances and more attention paid to him, he did his best, he really did, but it was no use.
The movements became more intense and less restrained with every passing second, James' resistance could only do so much, he felt the slimy, weirdly gelatinous mass that was both there and not really there, wrapping around his cock, move and twist and almost vibrate, giving him every kind of stimulation possible and then some.
"Sir Druid, you're looking a little red too," the older adventurer woman said.
"Y-yeah, could it be a cold? Winter is setting in and you were walking about in just that shirt..."
A full body shiver went through James' body, not of cold, but rather due to the pleasure that coursed through him. He knew his face was red and in the tension and his resistance, he was starting to sweat. His already tight shirt was now plastered to his body, and he brought his hands to his face, unclenching his jaw little by little, realizing how much it hurt, as his body instinctively tried to keep him from making any noise or gesture to respond to the pleasure. "Perhaps you're right," he finally said, putting his hands down, clenching his fist and bringing his right hand to his face, while his left cast a spell, the green light of healing magic coursing through him, mostly focused around the bright glow of his hand.
A weak application of magic, more for show than effect, misdirection, as he got up, the dim lighting of the room allowing him to step off of the pit.
"Please, make yourselves at home," he said. "Stay the night, and set off in the morning, when the cold gives way to the midday sun's rays," he said, "I shall wake you at first light," he said, nodding a little hurriedly, not waiting for their confirmation or well wishes, as he moved swiftly, melting into the penumbra that was almost impenetrable from beyond the small lit up space.
Moving with purpose and using his magic to illuminate his way, the druid found the stairs near the back of the wide open first floor and followed them to the second floor, to his living quarters, and stepped into his private place, opening the door to his bedroom.
Only to find a humanoid with gossamer iridescent wings, antennae in her head, and hair that seemed to be made of every color in the rainbow and then some, rolling on his large bed, laughing her ass off as she rolled about on the mattress, her ethereal wings passing through as she rolled from right to left.
She pointed a long, slim and green finger at the druid. "You should've seen your face!! Just a little jerking off and all of a sudden you're-"
He didn't wait. "You're hungry huh? How many times have I told you, if you want to eat, you wait until I'm done," he spoke, firmly, heavily, stepping in, grabbing at his pants and ripping them off of himself. They lit up green and reformed, and he did the same to his shirt as he walked forward, throwing it away. His belt undid itself and then formed back together, hanging from a hook that seemed to just grow out of the wooden paneling of his bedroom.
The fairy-like creature was as nude as one could be, and now, so was James.
She blinked owlishly, with her slightly bigger than normal eyes, and her small mouth's corners turned up in a smirk, before she opened them and tried to speak.
Only to find herself silenced by a heavy kiss, and before she could even think, she was fully on her back, her legs were spread, and she was getting her pussy split open by the highly aroused druid's cock, the big fat meat pole that had been pitching a tent in his pants moments before.
The fairy was possessed of a formidable figure, with wide hips, a large butt, and a mostly svelte chest, with just enough to it that she provided a nice rest for his palms as he played with it, though he quickly moved to teasing her nipples with his fingers.
The fairy mewled and moaned and reached behind his back, digging sharp fingernails into his back, leaving behind trails of red that closed as quickly as they opened.
He was ruthless and merciless, breaking the kiss and holding her down as he began to pound her silly, fucking her into the mattress with power and technique that spoke of countless prior engagements.
"Just because the succubus played a prank on you, doesn't mean you should take it out on me, you lascivious wench!" the furious druid called, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her down while he played with one of her nipples with the other, even as he continued to pound into her. "I'll let you have it then!!"
"Yeeesh~ Fuck me harder~!" the fairy mewled. "Ngnh, this is the only way I can feel satisfied ever again~!!"
"Gods damn that succubus, for turning you into this wanton, semen-hungry slut," the Druid lamented, "but gods bless her for turning you into this wanton, semen-hungry slut!!" he added, tensing his muscles as he began giving her deeper and more powerful strokes.
Each time he went in she would make a squeaking moan, and when he pulled out, a piteous whine. Every time he went in her pussy would respond by coiling around his cock in inhuman ways, and he remembered that once she'd been a precious and innocent woodland fairy like any other, one of his charges as were the rest.
But because of the curse of a Succubus, a little prank as the demon called it, an innocent forest fairy became unable to draw power from nature, and instead, she became capable only of refilling her energy through the semen of humans, same as a succubus...
Even as he pounded into her, James ultimately agreed that this fairy in particular brought it upon herself, being a mischievous and tricky sort that would jerk him off in public, but he still wanted to smack that succubus for it all the same! He was almost caught with an erection in the middle of story time! He couldn't even concentrate at all!
And it was all! Because! Of! This! Fairy! SLUT!!
As every thought struck him he hit her harder and harder. If his bed wasn't a solid wooden box filled with the softest and most plush feathers and evergreen leaves known to man and spirit alike, he might be worried about hurting her back, or alerting the adventurers underneath that something was going on in the second floor, but the bed could take it, and so could the perverted fairy.
Her rainbow hair whipped all about, growing longer and shorter alongside her voice growing louder or becoming strangled as she couldn't breathe, thus he switched to short, shallow, rapid and powerful thrusts, going a little deeper with each until he landed on the exact depth to hit her most sensitive spots.
A thousand and one times he had fucked this sexy, pervy fairy, and a thousand and one times he had made her cum her brains out before finally giving her the meal she so desperately sought, and by all that is green and good, he wasn't about to fail that day, and so he utilized all of his mental strength and control before finally seeing her come undone at the tip of his dick, landing one final thrust, planting a kiss of his tip against the entrance to her womb, which graciously let him in.
A difference with human pussies, fairies could take you all the way in... he had been told that fairies would only do this with a partner they trusted enough to father their children.
He couldn't stop himself from cumming. He never could, not when she took him in there, not when the true nature of their relationship, borne from unlikely circumstances, was laid bare.
He came deep inside her, into the most dangerous spot, and then hugged her body as he laid down. She settled, resting her head on his chest, and with a wave of his hand and a green glow, the covers rose from the foot of the bed and covered them both as they settled to sleep, him with his balls emptied, and her, with a womb full of cum.
He woke up that morning with a ravenous fairy sucking his cock like she was starving.
Which, to be fair, she probably was. He did forget to feed her last night after all... well, it didn't matter. He put his hand on her head and gave her soft, downy hair a tussling as she got her breakfast.
Then he remembered about the adventurers sleeping below... he'd have to deal with that later.
The sun wasn't quite up yet, and his bedroom visitor was very hungry after all...
