Nyx brushed her breasts against the flower petals, feeling them flutter against her nipples. She sat astride a stem, and bouncing made the petals fan up and down her chest. She stretched her hand down the flower stalk before flipping down and landing at the base.
She was bored. Her translucent wings ruffled against the breezee as she toed the mulched earth and wandered around. She stood at the edge of the safety of the garden enclosing her and looked out. The lawns came up to meet her cover, a large lake of green. She remembered the man she'd seen earlier, on the balcony of the building above. The edifice was built to nestle against the verdant forest, people's windows overlooking the trees. The edge of their civilization stretched right up to the tree trunks in some places. Nyx generally disliked humans, with their wasteful ways, their dirty waters pluming into the clean rivers she'd known for centuries. She instantly thought of tricks and small calamities to play on them whenever she came across a sliver of silver wrapper discarded in her forest home.
Yet here she was, lazily and hazily letting the flora caress her skin as she wandered and thought of the young man who liked to sit in the sun on that broad cubicle jutting into the air from the oversized dwelling. Plenty of others were visible, but he was the most fascinating. He spent afternoons naked in the twinkling afternoons, safe from neighbors' eyes but visible to her.
She flitted up trees to lie in the woody shade and watch him. She ran two hands up the insides of her thighs, caressing the sweetness of herself, playing and toying, all the while watching him as he slept, laying prone, stretched across a blanket he'd thrown over a sun lounge. His knees tilted out, hand resting on his stomach as he snoozed. Nyx sat on a branch, barely noticing the peeling bark as it stuck to her bottom. She picked up a stray piece that was poking her thigh and she lifted her knees up as wide as his. Spreading her fairy pussy, a finger lazily moved up and down inside her, twirling and swirling, tantalizing herself while she looked at him.
Nyx went to visit an old fairy witch she knew and asked what could be done.
"Nothing my dear. Unless the poor fool is silly enough to step into a fairy ring you dance up," the witch said, pouring tea and greedily looking at the dainties Nyx had brought for her to eat.
"I know how to dance a fairy ring, but how do I get him outside so he'll step into it?" asked Nyx.
"Hmmm, I'll have to think of something so you don't get some other poor sod. Nothing worse than getting all hot and bothered for one and another shows up," she cackled. "Oooooh, don't worry. You'll be fine," she said to the younger fairy when she saw the horror on Nyx's face. "Sexing a human is good fun, regardless of which one you catch."
Nyx paid attention as the crone told her what to do, explaining the correct ritual and how long to dance the ring. Nyx then had to show her gratitude. "Ugh," she thought, "rolling with the wrong human can't be as bad as making the traditional thanks to the old fairy witch." Nyx had to spend the rest of the afternoon massaging oil into the old one's feet, rubbing it up and down the inside of her thighs until the witch had relaxed and lay back. She then had Nyx kiss and lick that part of her, the secret part that humans hold private and fairies flaunt. Nyx leaned in and worked dutifully with her tongue, tickling, sucking and nipping until she was allowed to leave, sounds of soft laughter behind her.
Nyx set about preparing what she needed. It was simple, and yet she knew that if she didn't understand or do it in the correct order, she could land herself more mischief than a fairy could handle. Her kind had been known to disappear off to other realms, having to make penance and supplication to forbiddingly strong, powerful, mythical creatures. In fact, some liked this lifestyle, becoming subordinate, naughty little imps, wanting their fairy bottoms smacked, prancing about deliberately so they could be punished for pleasure. There were all manner of stories of how they created mystical havoc just to be caught for this purpose.
Nyx could relate to that idea, but for now, she wanted to catch this lovely boy-man first. She wanted supple human flesh to touch and to use, and she pictured the wonderful manhood she'd been eyeing.
Once, she'd seen him playing with it. Eyes closed, his hand had wrapped around the entire tackle, penis, balls, and all. Soft and pliable, he'd squeezed it all up together until the shaft began to form and grow. He'd continued to pull it to rigid attention and then started rubbing, stretching his hand fully downwards occasionally, as if reminding his hanging yaya they weren't forgotten. Back up the turgid shaft he'd go. Finally, he'd gripped, fingers ringing tightly, and pumped away until wonderful pearls of cream were spilling lusciously over his hand. He wiped it across his stomach.
His eyes stayed closed until all was done, but as he moved to get up and opened his eyes, he'd frozen, staring towards Nyx. She fancied he might have seen her, but it really wasn't possible.
Still, she imagined him seeing her smooth skin, her breasts, her own lithe self opened out to him as she played with her nub.
He continued to stare in her direction, and she thought he focused on her while she rubbed away, arching her back and spreading wider towards him, blooming pinks and wet reds as she joined him with her own rapid flutters. When she was done, she saw him shake his head vigorously, and holding his flaccidness cupped to his body, he went inside, lost from view.
Nyx sighed and wrapped her legs around the nearest branch. She wasn't satisfied and started rutting away against the smooth bark, an image of his creaming shaft playing in her head. She could clearly see herself on top of him, riding where his hand was just a moment ago, and she came quickly, not with little fairy ripples but with the roughness of tender cunt against the tree, thanking its spirit as she groaned.
To the human eye, the collection of twigs and stones in various places around the clearing wouldn't be strange or abnormally organized. There appeared to be nothing unusual at all. To the fairy eye, however, it was all neat and well placed. Nyx had sung the right songs in the correct order as she worked. In actual fact, creating such a circle was hard work for a fairy, as they're not known for industriousness, everything coming to them so easily. Her legs and shoulders ached delightfully at the end of the day, and she was especially pleased because the full moon was approaching. It didn't matter what night it was, as long as the moon was waxing and growing brighter – this would pump the magic up fully.
Coaxing the human out into the forest glade was the most important thing she'd learned from the fairy witch, and it was worth every caress and pussy kiss she'd exchanged for it. She had to make a calling stone. She waited until the quietest time of night, those hours before first light. She chose a particularly smooth stone that was almost as big as her fist. She washed its slippery surface and then, sitting in the middle of where her circle would be, she teased that stone over her body. She rubbed it on each nipple and ran it around her neck. She licked it and kissed it and then took it and held it against her sweetest lips. Squatting with knees wide, she rubbed it up and inside, pulling it in and out, playing it into her hole and getting it wet. She kept this up until the stone was covered in her nectar. Finally, she rubbed it against her little pearl, holding herself apart with her other hand, until she could feel surges of delight, moaning as her voice sang her spell into the calling stone. Once this was done, she smelled her aroma on the stone and made her wish for him to come to the forest, to wander down and enter her fairy world.
The most daring part of the spell was flitting to his window, peeking in to see his sleeping form. She moved quietly with tooth fairy stealth to his sun lounge. The blanket was still draped over it, so that he couldn't see the stone, which she tucked beneath. When the deed was done, she left quickly, a trail of firefly lights left behind as she scooted into the fold of the woods.
The next day dawned and all was normal as he disappeared off to do whatever humans do for most of their time. He finally came outside late in the day, wearing only shorts, to sit and read in the late afternoon sun. The heat was carrying the noise of cicadas.
Nyx watched him, willing him to fall asleep so that her scent, her fairy magic, could work on him. However, it was not to be, this day. He got up and went inside again.
She stamped her foot at his obstinate refusal to relax and close his eyes. The day was gone and, too cross to attend to anything else, she sat in the tree and rested for a while.
Some hours later, in the warmth of the evening, he came back out. This time he was naked. His hair looked tousled and he had that look of wanting to sleep. Nyx had no knowledge of stuffy apartments, nor the draw of the night's cool air. She didn't care what had brought him back out, she was just happy to see him recline on the lounge and close his eyes.
Quickly, she flitted down to the glade to start her fairy dance, now knowing that tonight she'd be bringing a human in to love, to wrap herself around. His flesh would yield far more pleasure than the flowers and branches she'd been using.
A fairy dancing a circle is a magnificent and moving sight. Indeed, the world would be a better place if humans could witness the abandon of a fairy body as it stretches and sways in time to the natural rhythm of the earth. One go around whips up sounds of her wings and feet. It's enough to stir up the ground so that the voices and music of the world come up, reverberating through the fairy body, titillating in its pleasure. Its humming is so deep that many fairies get turned on without even having to make the steps. Just standing and allowing the primal forces to course up one's legs is enough. The dancing – hips swaying, breasts bouncing – it sets the magic free and Nyx moved around prancing in a way that humans emulate at their sexiest and most brazen.
Her body opened and extended; it was supple and flexible, as around and around she went. The grass was trampling underfoot. She continued until the circle was complete and then went and flopped into the middle of the swirling energy. She sat on her bottom, legs stretched out, leaning back on her hands, and waited.
It didn't take long, as time in a fairy's realm doesn't correspond precisely to human time. She heard footsteps and soon he was close. He was clad in only his skin. She imagined how he'd risen from the lounge and walked through the human building, down steps and outside, bare feet on the grass. His hair was messy and his face looked puzzled. He could see the circle but Nyx was invisible, just as he would be when he entered it.
The young man stood at the edge, surveying the stamped grass. Nyx saw the lucidity come into his face. She wondered if his mother had warned him not to step into fairy rings. His eyes trailed around it.
Nyx was impatient and held her breath, wishing him in. She could see him standing in that moment when you don't know what the next step will hold but you want to do it anyway, just to find out. And then he did it. One foot, then the other, went into the ring.
It'd be fun to say that the world went watery or that one could see him breach the barrier, but it didn’t happen like that. For him, it was like any other step forward. A bystander would've seen nothing, the moment so quick from one realm to another, only discernible through intuition. The moment was lost in a tremor.
"Hello," he said looking down at the prone body on the grassy ground. In another world, she may have looked vulnerable. But here, she looked natural and entirely at home. Her breasts, her form, and her tuft – his eyes devoured her.
"Hello," she said "I'm Nyx." Her breasts moved as she breathed and she looked at him, tilting her head, her eyes remaining fixed.
"I'm Ed," he answered, still standing just inside the ring. He continued staring at her, wondering how she'd suddenly appeared. She beckoned and he moved closer.
"Here, sit with me," she cooed at him, and he sat in front of her, crossing his legs and staying upright. "You're okay, don't worry. I'm here for your pleasure, truly I am."
"Um, it's a little odd, but okay,” he answered, and then his eyes widened and he made to escape. She touched him softly and he paused to exclaim, "You've got wings!" He was aghast. A naked girl with wings.
"Shhhh, shhhh, it's okay" she said soothingly. "Ed, you're okay, it's okay," she murmured, realizing he knew nothing of fairies at all. It was just as well, she thought. "Come. Come with me, everything will be fine.” She stroked his face, took his hand and stood up.
She led him out of the ring and deeper into the woods. Ed meekly allowed himself to follow, slowly registering that his size was somehow now diminutive. Ferns that should've brushed against his knees tapped his head. His heart started to pound and Nyx could smell his fear. She smiled to herself, knowing how much more aroused he'd be with a hint of terror in his stomach. It caught her attention, his stomach, that gorgeous line of hair that meandered downwards. She looked forward to brushing her fingers along it.
She led him to the base of a large tree. The moss beneath was soft, the smell fresh and clean. She sat down and rested an elbow on one knee, not realizing how shocked he was at being able to see her vagina open so easily, her thigh framing its pinkness. Its beckoning little hole was framed by folds of skin.
Ed's stomach moved again – butterflies like he hadn't felt since he was a boy who'd just started to stiffen when aroused. It was involuntary during pubescence, he would react to anything, the curve of a girl's neck would have him filling his shorts. He felt that way now. He was confused and yet hardening visibly, his cock stiffening and standing above the height of her head.
It was easily within reach of her hand. She wrapped her fingers around him, right in the middle, the tip protruding. She positioned her hand so there was room for her to move it up and down, while pushing at the base. She stroked his cock and Ed felt he might easily erupt already. This beautiful creature, her pussy open out here in the woods at night, handling him – it was a delicious dream.
Ed watched his own hand reach down and wondrously touched her face. Nyx's response was to instantly lick the tip of his fingers before licking the tip of his penis, continuing to briskly pump her hand. It took every effort for him to hold himself back from ejaculating straight at her mouth.
Nyx slowed it all down, shifting and asking him to lay down beside her, still stroking his shaft, but with less intensity. She leaned his cock back so far she was able to feel his faint fur brush the back of her hand. Nyx was as fired up as he was, and she could easily have jumped on now and ridden him to climax with a few short thrusts.
Ed was still adjusting to where he was and not quite sure what to make of it. He simply trusted his cock, which was still standing full and rigid, the feel of her hand on it, warm, keeping his body in tense stasis. He touched her breast and watched her shiver with delight. She absolutely loved having her nipples played with and he instinctively moved towards her, leaned down, and started sucking at one and then the other. When he lifted his head up to look at her, they both realized that her mouth had already touched his cock and he had suckled her breasts but they hadn’t kissed.
Their mouths met and he pulled her body on top of him. They lay flat against one another, eating hungrily. They pressed their lips together in need, tongues playing and tasting. Her scent was somehow familiar to him.
Ed's hands tightly gripped her arse. He didn't quite dare to move them up her back, not knowing what to expect with the wings, which were fluttering occasionally with pleasure. Nyx could feel his cock against her, just beneath the cleft in her legs and she moved her thighs back and forth tightly. He enjoyed being encased that way, nuzzled just beneath her wetness.
He wanted to step back and take in the gorgeous sight of her again, yet he desperately wanted to enter her. His desires were competing ferociously. The urgency had him pressing up, while the need to explore her body pushed him back. He grasped her hips and flipped her on top of him so he could pop her down over him like a long, silken glove. In one movement, he pushed upwards and sliced up through pink flesh that gave way like butter. He shoved himself to the hilt.
The final movement was unceremonious, needy, hungry. She was ravenously biting down as she tilted her hips, slapping them against his. He couldn't help it – all gentleness was lost, consumed by earthy need. His breath was expelled in a grunt, while she moaned, loving feeling every single ounce of him, every part of him, getting him inside, finally replacing the fingers she'd fucked herself with in foreplay over the past few weeks.
She slid herself down on his length long enough to prolong his agony. He desperately wanted to pump into her, to thrust himself in an out. He wanted her to slip and ride over him. She shifted on his body and he continued his thrusting, holding her light form against his and tearing at her like an animal might eat a delicate flower. He used his remaining strength to rip into her soft, fleshy core.
She knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so she sat up. She towered atop him, still gripping him firmly but moving her hips at her own pace. She ground back and forth for a moment before her wings whirred and she lifted up and down, only allowing his tip to tease in and out of her. She was creating little cock licks that played at her labia, touching the wetness lightly. It pushed him further out of control and Ed could feel a screaming need deep within his balls, tightening with every touch, every stroke she laid on him.
Finally she plunged again and he felt an intense relief at entering her fully again. Her breasts bounced, her wings swayed, and his hands held her thighs as he felt himself driven to the point of sweet release. She leaned forward for a moment, her face growing fierce as she rotated herself on him, and then she let loose with a scream into the night as her innards swept and wept lushness over his fast flailing cock. He shuddered, feeling the orgasm sucked out of him. He bellowed.
The effort left him struggling to breathe with the final surges, before he slumped back into the moss. He was still firm, his thickness taking time to loosen its grip. He deflated slowly and finally came out of her. He felt completely exhausted of all life force.
Nyx fell from his body and lay beside him on her side. She nestled in under his arm. Ed, overcome with fatigue, let his eyes close. He didn't want to lose consciousness of the lovely form beside him, but at last, they both slept, the fairy and the human, in her realm, grasping, clasping hands for a while.
The morning heat and busy sounds of insects long alive wafted through the trees and woke Ed. He started, finding himself alone and naked in the forest. Given how hot it was, he knew it must be late, and he was again frightened when he couldn't marshal the strength to stand. He realized his body had changed and he now stretched beyond the length of where he'd lain the previous night. He lay still, reaching down to check, concerned he might find an empty husk instead of his own cock.
Slowly, reassured, he was able to rise. He once again stood above the height of ferns and flowers, and he felt unusually large. He walked, aware now of the stiffened grass and twigs beneath his tender feet, and even more aware of his nudity. He moved quickly, looking around him, but paused at the edge of trees for a moment. His building had that deserted feeling, as most people were at work. He figured that if someone actually saw him running nude across the grass and into the safety of the stairs, he could pretend it was the result of a party gone wrong. Yes, that would be acceptable.
What wasn't acceptable was that whatever had happened last night had ended. Later that morning, as he made calls in to work, saying he wasn't coming in, all he could think of was Nyx. Though he couldn’t remember the night’s events in detail, he knew that something strange had happened. He could smell the sex on his body and he felt deliciously tired.
After showering and dressing, Ed took a sandwich out onto his balcony. For the first time, he noticed the trees, the forest, and the buzzing of insects. He noticed how it smelt and how beautiful it was. He thought about his building, and how it now seemed to be encroaching on the forest. He pondered what had happened to the forest that'd been there since forever as it was cleared away for buildings such as his. He could feel a steady sadness roll over him at the thought.
As he stood at the edge of the balcony and looked along the smooth, hard wall of his home, he understood how it absorbed the heat. He saw that it could've been designed to naturally cool, and his mind was flooded with vibrant flashes of a different building: he realized that the rectangular form could've been bent along the line of the land; he saw how glass and awnings could have been used to help heat to bounce away while capturing cooling breezes.
A glen and a mossy mound flirted with his memory for a moment. He turned his attention, his body following, to his computer where he was currently working on a new structure. He was energized by the thought of a few basic improvements he could make to his design, and he knew that the changes would sell to developers because it would be monetarily worth their while. He tasted a strange sort of brilliance coursing through him in hues of glittering green.
Nyx watched him from the trees. “Good,” she thought, “he gets it.” She moved on to the next building, the next balcony. She was now a fairy destined to fuck some sense into humans. It was hardly a difficult calling, to seduce lovely bodies that could make a real difference. To have them fall in love with the forest, to romance them into appreciating it enough to protect it. She knew she was going to love her work, the best perk being the sex.
Ed was an architect. He would think about how to create buildings and landscaping that didn't harm the forest. With a last glance over her shoulder at the now thoughtful Ed sitting in the sun, she moved on. She'd gotten a sniff of an a physicist – a lovely, methodical woman who liked her life in control, and who had a yet unacknowledged penchant for girls with bobbing breasts and a fascination with being tied in knots.
Nyx flitted off with thoughts of bending boughs and a suspended scientist who might learn a thing or two about how energy really flows. Nyx knew the value of a feisty frolic in the forest. She sighed, happily. She was a fairy with a mission.
Originally published October 2008