Author's note: I'm just toying with ideas, so if something sounds interesting enough for chapters, let me know
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It felt like months the Fae came to town. Soon they occupied, and many took up residence in the homes, forcing civilians to care for them like they were royalty.
I'd thought they'd never find interest in my home, but even we had an unexpected guest arrive.
My mother and father both catered to him, providing meals, baths, and a bed. I rarely heard a word spoken, though he did have a soft voice when he murmured during sleep. I peeked up often through the floorboards.
I knew I shouldn't have, but I always fantasized about the man who lived with my parents above the floorboards. He must have been seven feet tall. Pointy tips adorned the tops of his ears and, yes, those sharp canines were also a turn on.
Since his arrival, I found myself wishing he would punch through the floorboards and yank me up onto my bed. I'd fight and my cry would be muffled by his massive palm. His too-large cock would raise its head like a cobra ready for strike. Then he would force my legs apart and shred my Virgin cunt. I would be used by him until I couldn't stand. Until I could hardly retain consciousness, soaking on his cum.
My hand slid down beneath my panties. If only he would do those things, I wouldn't be intoxicated by the desire. the faint trace of his earthy odor would have me romanticizing the horror. It would happen someday. A soft exhale escaped as my climax hit.
His heavy breaths softened, as though he was awakening. I cringed at the possibility he knew about me and what I was doing.
After he left during morning, I surfaced and lay on my bed, inhaling his scent, the same as every morning. I knew the truth. What I romanticized was no pleasure to anyone who suffered the abuses of enemies. I couldn't ever let myself be discovered--no matter how much I foolishly wished for it..
I quickly got up and ate the remaining food and cleaned the dishes for my mom. A crashing sound outside drew my attention. The warning to hide.
I bolted toward the small door. Too late. Three fae came in before I had time to get to the end of the hall. The one who captured me was not what any girl would deem handsome, too much of a snarl that made those sharp canines look like weapons.
Pain ripped through my scalp as he yanked my hair. The muted sound of my father's pleas grew distanced as I was dragged to the kitchen. My back crashed onto the table, my responding cry received cruel chuckles by my three captors. Two pinned my arms as the third yanked down my pants.
I didn't want this anymore. No matter how hard I struggled, their grip just sank in tighter. The meanest one had my thighs parted for the ten inch beast between his legs.
He laughed as he spoke in his native tongue. The other two fae ripped my shirt, exposing my breasts. They each dipped down to suck a nipple, letting their fangs scrape the sensitive flesh. The frightening fae stroked a shap fingernail along my slit.
I cried. Eyes squeezed tight, I waited for my doom, the sounds of metal buckles clinking was enough warning that I was about to be brutally raped.
Whatever crude language they spoke held the tone of ridicule. My struggle to wiggle free ended with a sharp slap to my face. I screamed. A cruel finger prodded my cunt.
Then came a voice I recognized. Would the Fae who lived with us help or hurt me?
My eyes fluttered open with the desire to see my rescuer. He towered over the others, who all backed away, leaving my pussy grateful the clawing had ended. My mother's cries registered, seeming to declare this wasn't a friendly visit on his part.
He ordered something, his tone curt. A rough hand gripped my hair--his hand. He dragged me into the room he had claimed, slamming the door hard. So he would brutally rape me in private, only slightly better than what the others planned.
I scrambled across the room, pathetically attempting to cover myself with my ripped shirt.
He grabbed me like I weighed nothing and threw me onto the bed, my tear-wettened face down into the mattress.
