Faerie Tale

Chapter 2 – Fine Lines

I spent the next two days at the library. It wasn’t that I didn’t have anything on faeries in my own collection, it was simply that a whole new world had opened up to me and I was hungry to explore it and all the implications it presented. From my brief conversation with Keila, I gathered that most of what modern day texts said about faeries was pretty tweaked. I found several older texts, but how far back could they go and still be written in a language that I would even understand? Next I went to the internet. There was a lot more there, but it took so long to wade through the countless references to modern day faeries that the few gems I did uncover were hardly worth it.

In the end, I had a pretty good background as to what the ‘forest folk’ consisted of, namely, faeries, sprites, trolls, elves, dwarves, nymphs, pixies, brownies and a dozen other smaller groups. But all I really had was modern day descriptions of these creatures… It wasn’t what I was looking for. I did find one article by chance. It was a newspaper story about a strange girl that was found in a Denver mall. She pretty much fit the description of Keila, or one of her like, complete with the ears. The article said that the girl got away from police and quite literally ‘vanished’ into a nearby forest.

Back at home, I stretched out in a warm tub and leafed through my notebook. I tried to imagine what it would be like to live as a faerie, without the need for clothes or money. I had to admit that it was appealing in a strange way. I had the image of Keila’s cleavage in my head when I found myself idly caressing my own chest. I laughed aloud. I had had two female sexual experiences in my life, both short-lived. The first was a girlfriend in college that walked in on me in the shower. Modesty was pretty much non-existent in the dorms, but then, privacy in general was pretty much non existent in the dorms. One thing led to another and we ended up in her bed, both of us a lot more relaxed. Neither of us at that time, had ever considered same-sex partners, and the incident was quietly forgotten. My second experience was a bit more serious.

Occasionally, I get the need to exercise at the gym. It’s one of those funny inconsistencies that can’t be explained with logic. I don’t really need it. I get more than enough exercise without the gym. Yet sometimes I get this attitude that I MUST go to a public place and sweat great drops so that everyone will think that I work, and work hard, for my figure. In truth, I don’t have to work hard, in fact I don’t have to work at it at all. Anyway, it was at one of these public gyms that I first met Taya. She was sleek and sweaty and well… sexy. Mind you, I have long since excepted the fact that I am bisexual. I mean that I enjoy looking at and being with (intimately) both genders. It doesn’t make me a sex-crazed lunatic, it just means that I have a lot more options than most people. At the time, I was still shy about it. Taya was not. She caught me eyeing her almost immediately. Then, when I needed someone to spot for me, there she was. To this day I can still remember how she seduced me.

One day, I was on my back doing bench presses. She was at my head holding the bar and making sure that I didn’t smash my head in. Taya would wear those loose t-shirts that came to about mid-stomach. You know, the ones that are held away from your body by your breasts and make all the males for a hundred meters drool. I’m not male, but I was drooling. Every time I pushed up the bar, Taya would lean in to spot me, and give me a perfect view right up her body in the process. I think I did more repetitions that first afternoon than the whole rest of the times I have ever been to the gym. It was weird. She invited me home for lunch, and I had no other plans so I accepted.

When I got there, I found that all my exercise was starting to really sink in. My shoulders were so sore I could hardly drive. Naturally, Taya offered to rub my back while the pasta boiled. She started on my shoulders, and as I sighed in contentment, she slowly moved down my back. Then I noticed that her hands were gradually reaching under my arms and around my waist. My heart rate shot up, but I kept my cool. At least until she cupped my breasts and caused me to gasp aloud.

Things moved pretty fast from there. In five minutes, we were locked in a deep, wet, totally erotic french kiss. In seven, she had both hands down the front of my shorts and was doing things to me that had me gasping for air. In ten, we were stripping each other’s clothes off, and by the time the pasta was done, she was down between my thighs giving me the best orgasm of my life.

I hung out with Taya for about a month. It was a very enjoyable time in my life sexually, and I don’t think I have ever had a more intimate partner. Taya had a way of concentrating on her lovemaking that made you feel like the only person in the world. She was also wonderfully creative. One time she coaxed me into a bath with her. She had the water quite warm and seasoned with fragrant oils. I sat in front of her, her legs spread to either side of my outstretched body while we relaxed and soaked. Then, very slowly, she began to caress my sides, my belly, and finally my breasts. There she played with my nipples with one hand and let the other slide down my slick body until it disappeared under the water and dropped between my thighs.

Having a woman play with your clit is quite different than having a man do the same. A man will hunt around until he thinks he’s found the right spot, then he get’s it in his head that the harder and faster he rubs, the better it must feel. A woman knows how stupid that is. She’ll not only hit you just right, because she knows what she’s looking for, but she is quite aware of just how to drive you wild. This is what Taya was doing to me, and it had me gasping in ecstasy in next to no time. More so, she didn’t stop after just one orgasm… The hand at my chest wrapped around me, pulling me up close to her and holding me still while the other hand continued to work its magic down below. While I squirmed and panted and cried out her name, she made me come over, and over, and over again until the water started to cool, some 45 minutes later.

All these thoughts and more had me all worked up while I sat there soaking and thinking about Keila. Maybe it was her mystery, or the way she moved, but I found myself highly attracted to her sexually. I not only found that I could imagine her naked, but I couldn’t get the visions out of my head. My hands idly found their way down between my legs. It had been too long since I had had a lover. In the end, it was almost as good as with Taya, only I found myself calling out for Keila as I arched back in ecstasy.

A week passed before I heard again from my forest friend. In that time I had learned only a little bit more about their history, or rather what was thought to be their history. I did spend some time thinking about what Keila had asked me though, and whether or not I thought I could really make a difference with my writing. Many people had tried before, some with considerably more talent than I possessed, and yet had made very little difference in the long run. If saving the forests was their aim, then they would need a plan that involved more than a pen and paper. I let the problem sift down into the back of my mind to simmer for awhile.

I also spent a fair amount of time thinking about Keila in other ways. I just couldn’t seem to get her out of my head. She was in my musings during the day, and my dreams at night. One night in particular I dreamt that I was laying in bed and she came in, naked and light as a breeze. I dreamt that she moved up my body silently in the darkness and dropped her head down into my lap without a word. Wonderful fire flowed up my body and I launched into bliss almost at once. Dazed and stunned, I laid there panting for several minutes before I realized she was gone. I sighed, thinking that I had merely had an intense wet dream. The room was dark, and just a little cool, almost as though a window was open somewhere in the house. Then it hit me. I wasn’t alone in my room.

I went silent. Not just quiet… dead silent. There’s a powerful sense of fear that comes over you when you realize that you have an intruder. I wasn’t even breathing. I stared out into the darkness, too scared even to turn on my light for fear of revealing whoever it was in my home. I probed the shadows of my room, straining for any tiny movement. I let my ears reach into every corner for the slightest creak of a floorboard, or ruffle of clothing. There was nothing. Yet, I was certain with every ounce of my soul that there was someone in my room with me.

I was considering making a dash to the door when I first heard it. A tiny bell, so small and quiet that you might confuse it for the wind or a rusting of leaves, only it came from within the room and off to my right.

“Who’s there?” I said, gripping the sheets with fear.

The bell sounded once again, then my eyes picked out faint movement against the wall. Someone was standing in the shadow, just an arm’s length away. Even as I watched, they stepped forward into the light of the moon that was coming in the window. The light cast a statue-like glow on the female figure that now stood at my bedside. It was Keila.

The first thing I noticed was her lack of clothing. She was even more enchanting than I had envisioned her in my dream. She had a thin band of fabric or metal around her head, and a small bracelet around her left wrist. Beyond that, she was wearing nothing more than a slight smile.

“Sorry to frighten you. It was necessary to make contact.” Her voice was soft and sweet and seemed to me to be made up of music rather than consonants and vowels.

I relaxed a little, then stiffened, remembering my own state of dress. I almost always slept in the nude, and tonight was no exception. Then it struck me that my wet dream wasn’t a dream at all…

“Yes,” she read my expression. “I needed to wake you, and that seemed the best way.”

At first I felt a little violated. She had basically raped me as I slept. Then I remembered how much I wanted her; fantasized about her. I also remembered that the being before me wasn’t human at all… She was forest folk.

I nodded. “Thank you,” I said, blushing slightly. “I… needed it.”

“I know,” she answered as she came closer. My breath caught. Now that she was so close to me I could feel her presence clearly… smell the scent of her hair, like jasmine. “May I sit?” She pointed to the bed next to me.

“Please,” I answered hastily, making room for her. She placed her hand on my thigh, and I felt a spark of adrenalin shoot through me. My nipples were practically pulsing. I’m sure she noticed my arousal, and when I started to lean toward her she stopped me.

“I brought others…”

I was a bit startled as I realized the meaning of her words, and looked around the room. She gazed into the darkness and made a very soft click with her tongue. It was the barest of noises, but the effect was instant. Almost at once I saw movement from three different points in my room. Each of the other faeries was standing in a shadow not more than ten feet from my bedside, yet they might as well have been invisible. They moved silently forward and stood to either side of us. It felt very weird to be in the presence of four naked females, all of whom were shockingly beautiful, especially since they were all staring right at me.

“This is Driel,” said Keila motioning to the faerie furthest to her left. The dark-haired female nodded with a slight smile. “She represents the West.”

“Hello…” I said tenuously. She just grinned.

“And this is Ananha, representing the East…”

The second faerie did something with her hands that looked like a wave, but a soft glow of orange light trailed her motions and faded. I’m sure my mouth dropped open, which seemed to please her.

“And for the South is Verith,” Keila indicated the faerie to her right, who started to take a step forward. To my surprise, Keila made a quick hissing sound and stopped her short. I’m not sure why, but I thought that she was about to drop to her knee before me.

“We don’t know for certain…” Keila said cryptically to the obviously younger faerie of the South. She moved back with her head down, red hair spilling over her face as if she were embarrassed.

“Please forgive her, she is new to the world of the humans… we all are for that matter.”

I just looked from one to the other. Each was distinctly different, yet they shared traits such as their ears that unified them.

“Please,” I said, indicating the bed. “There’s room for everyone.”

Keila looked a bit concerned, but the others were delighted. Ananha, for example, was nearly giddy with excitement. “We came tonight because there has been a major shift in power that we feel could signal the end or beginning of an era.” Keila seemed serious as she watched the others hop up onto the bed around us, feeling the fabric of the covers, or admiring the softness of a pillow.

“A shift in power?” I asked, confused.

“Yes,” continued Driel. “There are moments in time that are more important than others… Moments around which whole civilizations can be born or start into decay and eventual death. They need not apply to nations, but in this case, it is felt that a major change has been set in motion.”

“Think of it like a stone being thrown into a pond,” continued Keila. “The stone itself may not make a very big splash, but the ripples in the water may travel out and cover the entire surface of the water. More so, the splash makes a fair amount of noise, but the ripples are silent.”

“Sooo…” I said, catching on. “The stone is an event of some kind, and the ripples are the things that event changes?”

“Sort of,” answered Ananha. “The event you speak of may not be of any significance in itself. It is simply a turning point that signals a set course of action.”

“We listen for the splashes,” said Verith smoothing the down comforter that covered my bed. She was obviously thrilled by it in some way.

“That’s greatly simplified, but basically true…” Keila said watching the others. “We think that the Unseelie faeries may be at the heart of it, unfortunately.”

“The Unseelie faeries? You mentioned them in the cafe. You said that they don’t like humans…”

Verith snorted.

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” mused Ananha.

“The Unseelie faeries feel that there are too many humans on the planet, but instead of finding ways to work with the humans and protect the forest lands, the Unseelie faeries feel that humans need to be fewer in number.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon,” I chimed.

“Are you so sure?” Said Verith with a serious tone that seemed completely out of place on her face.

“What do you mean? Are you telling me that they are preparing to wage war on humanity?” The thought of an army of naked faeries rushing to battle against the human war machine seemed completely insane.

“They have been at war with humanity for nearly three centuries now…” Driel’s words cast an eerie silence about.

I was quiet for a moment, trying to decide if she were serious. “Well, if that’s the case, they sure have been loosing… What?” The others were looking at me as if I were a child to be pitied. Keila spoke first.

“Just because you don’t notice the losses, doesn’t mean that you’re winning.”

“But how? World population is higher than ever! It’s so high that WE are trying to find ways to control it.”

Keila took a deep breath and then spoke very carefully. “Events have taken place in the last hundred years that have kept human population at a mere half of its potential, possibly less.”

“What kind of events?” I asked, frustrated.

“Sickness, disease, famines…”

I was incredulous. “Surely you are not going to say that these things are a result of the Unseelie faeries?!”

The four entities around me were completely silent.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be serious!”

“Rachael,” said Keila with a sad look on her face. “You can pretty much bet that any major event that took human life in the last hundred years had Unseelie forest folk behind it.”

“But how?”

Keila though for a second. “About a year ago, there was a bad scare in the nation you call Africa because of a very deadly sickness…”

“Ebola,” I finished. “Yes, I remember it.”

“It was a sickness so deadly that it almost always killed those who got it.”

“Yes, yes. But what does that have to do… Wait, are you saying that Unseelie faeries caused that to happen?”

“Yes. Unseelie faeries made that sickness, and Unseelie faeries brought it into the open where humans would contract it. The only reason that it didn’t do more damage than it did was because they screwed up. They made it kill humans too fast… It never had a chance to spread because it killed nearly everyone who had it before they could pass it on.”

I stopped to think about it. The Ebola virus was exactly as Keila described it, and the source of the virus had never been found. If what she were saying were true, and the Unseelie faeries could make something so deadly, then it seemed logical that they could easily produce more simple but effective diseases.

“Let’s say for the moment that I believe you. Why haven’t they wiped us out with some other sickness?”

“Because you are fighting them, whether you know it or not. Your medicines have been very effective against this kind of attack, which is why they produced the… Ebola… sickness. It was an attempt to produce a sickness that you would be unable to cure.”

“Perhaps…” I said with concern. “I need more time to think on it. What can I do in the mean time?”

“We must continue to meet. That is paramount. We must also be careful. The Unseelie faeries know that we have contacted you. As of yet, they don’t see you as a threat…”

“I’m not…”

“But they might change their mind. You should watch your back.”

I noticed that the others were sliding off the bed and preparing to leave.

“How? The way you four broke into my house so easily, how can I protect myself?”

“I will enchant the house,” said Keila with a smile. “You will be safe here. But outside, be careful.” Then, cryptically she added, “You are more important than you know…”

The others had climbed out one of the windows and were gone. Only Keila remained.

“Important? How? I don’t think I… ummmph!” My words were cut off when she leaned forward and placed her mouth against mine. Her hands came to rest on my hips as she kissed me with complete abandon. I was more than a little surprised, but pleasantly so. I not only found myself returning her kiss, but reaching out for her as well. When my hands found the soft curves of her breasts, I moaned in arousal. Her nipples felt hot to the touch.

Keila let herself fall forward on top of me, her hands moving sensuously into my lap.

“Ughnn! Ummmmm…. Oh god, Keila!”

Her fingers quickly found my center and began a slow but steady caress that had me shaking with desire in minutes. The rest of her body slowly undulated atop mine in a way that let it be known that her intentions were purely erotic. She found my lips once again, and held me in an intimate kiss even as I tensed in ecstasy, moaning and gasping into her mouth as I came.

When my world returned, she was staring down at me with a wide grin.

“You’ve thought a lot about me this past week,” she said matter-of-factly.

“I h-have,” I replied, panting a bit. Her hands were playing idly with my nipples. It felt wonderful. “But how did you know?”

“Well, two ways… First of all, I have been watching you.”

“Oh really!?” I was a little shocked.

“Yes. Part of my command was to observe you.” She seemed completely serious.

“Ummm… that’s nice…. Command?”

“I was instructed by The Queen of Trees to keep an eye on you.”

I rolled just a bit so that we were both on our sides, facing each other. Keila was still moving against me in very provocative ways.

“I may regret asking this, but who is The Queen of Trees?”

Keila raised an eyebrow and considered it. “She is… well… I guess you would call her a ‘goddess’.”

“Really?! Cool! I had no idea there really were goddesses.” She was doing something strange with my chest, sort of writing with her finger on it. Her touch left a faint trail of light, much like the one that Ananha had produced earlier.

“Oh yes. But I don’t think they have the kind of omnipotent abilities that your human goddesses have.”

The pattern on my upper torso was becoming quite intricate. I noticed that the faint lines seemed to stay instead of fade away. Keila was slowly widening her artwork, covering more and more of my body. She had me roll onto my back.

“You mentioned a second way that you knew I was thinking of you?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, her fingers moving down onto my belly. “I faerie always knows when someone is thinking about them… They can hear it.”

“They can??!” I was stunned, and more than a little embarrassed.

She nodded, smiling. “Right from our first meeting at that cafe. It doesn’t work the same if I’m in your presence, but as soon as I left I could hear you thinking about me and how I looked in those clothes. And then later in your bath…”

“Oh god… You could hear that?!” I felt myself blush from head to toe.

“Mmmmm… Yes, indeed. In fact, I could feel what you felt. It was quite nice by the way.” She was grinning broadly. Her fingers traced down over my hips and continued the pattern down the sides of my thighs.

“You felt that! Ughnnn… I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life…”

“Why? I enjoyed it very much! I was also quite honored.”

“And I suppose you heard me fantasizing about you all week then?” She had reached my ankles and was starting over my feet. I twitched a bit as she did my soles.

“I did, which is why I am here now.”

I looked down at myself as she started up the insides of my thighs. I was covered from my neck to my toes in what looked like a glowing web of lines. It was as if someone had taken one of those glow-in-the-dark pens and written all over me. In fact, the only part of me that wasn’t covered was the one part that I wanted Keila to touch. Still, even as I watched, she looked up at me with a mischievous grin and started to ‘fill in the blanks’.

“Um, just out of curiosity…ugh!… What are you doing?… ummm… It feels heavenly.”

She was watching me intently. “Oh, just a little faerie magic.”

“Magic?! You mean like a spell or something?” I was starting to get a bit nervous.

“Or something…” Her fingers were tracing the edges of my mons, driving me crazy.

“Ughnnn… Keila? Just w-what kind of a s-s-spell are we talking about h-here?”

“Oh, a simple one really. It a spell of sexual bindery.”

“Sexual WHAT?!!” My heart rate was quickly rising. I noticed as I looked down at myself, that the lines were becoming brighter and more defined.

“Bindery… As soon as I complete the pattern, it will cause you to be held still while you slowly experience a growing sense of sexual arousal.”

“Wha… For how l-long?!”

“Um, an hour or so…”

“AN HOUR?!! Wait! I…” There was a slight flash of light and a soft popping sound.

“Too late.”

Keila sat up with a very wicked grin. I suddenly felt as though I was wrapped in velvet. I could squirm around a bit, but overall, I was unable to move my body. Then I felt the tingling. It started so subtly that I almost missed it, but in a few minutes, it was not only quite noticeable, but amazingly arousing. Keila moved up next to me and placed her hand on my belly. Even though I couldn’t move, I could definitely feel her touch. She slowly caressed my belly and then let her fingers wander up onto my left breast. I thought I would scream.

“Once you’re good and warmed up, I may join you…” she said in my ear as she played with my nipple.

“Ahhh… Ughnnnn! Keila… Oh my god…” The tingling was growing by the minute, and I could feel the way my body was reacting to it. There was no escaping the slow seduction. Being bound up naked was enough of a turn-on to get me wet. Having a full-body vibrator was sending me through the roof. I could even look down at myself and watch as the invisible fingers played havoc with my senses. After ten or so minutes I was squirming around like a fish. After fifteen, my hips started to move on their own, pumping back and forth in an erotic cadence. A little over twenty minutes, and I had my first orgasm… It snuck up on me and built up so slowly that I just started gasping and didn’t stop for nearly five minutes. To me it was an eternity.

“Pretty nice, eh?” Said Keila softly.

“Ughmmmm!! N-n-nice!!? Shit! Th-th-that was incredible!! H-how am I going t-to stand it f-for an entire hour?!” The sensations in my loins were quickly growing to ecstasy levels again. This time, it only took five more minutes before I was crying out in bliss, although Keila helped.

Placing her hands on my chest, she tickled my breasts until I was moaning. I noticed, as I watched her, that the lines she had drawn over my body seemed to reach out around her hands as she caressed me, almost as though they were trying to ensnare her as well. Then, she took a nipple in each hand and began circling them with her fingers. I think I lasted all of thirty seconds.

This time I didn’t stay down so long, and when I came up, Keila was kneeling between my thighs. With a wild grin and a deep breath, she slowly lowered herself down on top of my body again. I watched in amazement as the glowing lines whipped up and wrapped around her body as well as mine, encircling us as a single unit and binding us together. I could tell by the way she suddenly sucked in her breath that she too was feeling the erotic massage that had so wonderfully tortured me for almost a half hour. I could also tell that the lines would hold her just like they were holding me, immobile, while they pushed her to higher and higher states of sexual arousal.

Keila’s body intertwined with my own, caused me to launch almost immediately into another orgasm. She caught me again with her mouth as I tensed in ecstasy. Then, about ten seconds later, I felt her own body spasm and shudder as she moaned in wonderful pleasure. I have to say, I have never been so turned-on by another’s orgasm. Maybe faeries come differently than humans… Maybe it’s just the way she moves, the way her breathing comes in little gasps, or how her thighs clench and shudder as she peaks. What ever it was, it broke down the last of my resistances. I started coming and basically didn’t stop until the spell wore off almost thirty minutes later. Much to my surprise and delight, so did Keila.