Away with the Fae

Michael followed Pan's path for over two hours, and yet he didn't tire. As he walked deeper through the trees he found his body rejuvenated, patches of dried cum still marked his skin, but otherwise he was ready to go again whenever he finally caught back up with Pan. But the longer he walked the lower the sun began to set and the more tired he found himself, he needed to rest and he also needed to eat as his stomach reminded him with a little growl.

Michael yawned as he aimlessly continued following the path and as he did he looked around for something, anything to eat. But despite the vast amount of trees and foliage there was nothing. No berries, no plants, no nuts (aside from his own) to be found.

This left him frustrated, tired, hungry, and horny and also allowed for the sadness to wash over him again. He had to do something to push away the pain. He didn't want to be reminded of the loss he'd experienced, he needed to rest.

As he pushed forward he began to hear the sound of running water, and as he continued walking it grew louder and louder, until he could see it, a crystal clear stream before him. He ran over to the water and jumped in with no abandon allowing it to wash over him and cleanse his skin of dirt and cum. He felt refreshed, full of life as he watched the dirt float away down stream, replaced with fresh clean water which he drank and used to wash his face and hair.

As he stood in the middle of the stream he felt a nibbling beneath his feet and looked down to see a school of small fish biting away at the dead skin on his souls. Once they finished they swam away leaving him completely cleansed.

Michael stood naked in the moonlit water and sighed with relief. He was still hungry, but he no longer felt tired and he was excited to head back onto the path, but as he stepped out of the water and tried to look for it, he realised it was impossible to see under the shade of the trees. The forest looked pitch black and eery now so he resolved to stay by the water at least until the sun came back up.

Michael sat himself down on the soft grass and looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkled above him and he smiled.

"That's where you are" he whispered. "Mum, Dad I know you're looking down at me with pride. You always used to tell me how proud you were, but I never listened, now look at me." He looked down at himself and remembered he was naked, suddenly he felt exposed and laughed awkwardly as he covered himself with his hand. "Umm ... maybe don't look at me right now" he blushed. But then he sighed and removed his hand. "Oh, what does it matter? You've seen it all before anyway."

He looked down at his feet as he played with some blades of grass nearby. A gentle tear rolled down his cheek and he found himself beginning to sob, the first time he'd allowed himself to cry since losing everything.

Michael had a good blub for a few minutes before wiping away his tears. He felt better, relieved almost like he had gotten it all out. Or at least some of it. Just as he was about to lay down to try and get some sleep a small yellow looking orb appeared on the other side of the water. Michael got to his feet and slowly walked towards the water's edge, as he walked closer the light moved farther and he found himself stepping into the cold stream again, crossing it cautiously as water lapped up against his bare knees.

He exited the water and followed the orb deeper into the other side of the forest. The light of the orb reflected in his eyes and he found himself forgetting all about Pan and the path he'd been following. This was his new path now.

Michael was entranced and followed the orb blindly, walking through bushes, over tree roots, and even through nettles without a single hesitation. Though his legs stung it didn't matter, he could see the orb in his sight and he had to follow it, he had to know what secrets it had to share.

The orb lead him towards a small clearing illuminated by bioluminescent mushrooms, and moss that clung to the roots of nearby trees. As he continued forward the sound of laughter filled his mind almost like a twinkling sound and then the orb disappeared.

Michael shook his head trying to understand what had just happened, he looked around finally seeing the place he was with his own eyes. He looked down at his feet and found he was standing in the centre of a ring of twelve precisely placed toadstools and stood upon each one was a tiny person each about four inches tall. Small enough to be easily missed, but just big enough to make out the intricate details of their bodies.

Each person was female, he knew this from the fact they were each wearing no clothes. Their bare breasts and vulvas on display for Michael to see, and although they were small he could tell they were not young.

Their faces told him they'd lived far longer than he had. Centuries even, but their skin hadn't aged like a humans. It was confusing how he knew they were old with no physical signs of ageing, it was as if their presence itself, like the music of Pan's panpipes, told him their story.

The twelve little women all had long hair of varying colours that fell to their hips, it was loose, but decorated with small daisies, buttercups and other tiny flowers. As he looked closer he noticed their butterfly shaped wings fluttering softly behind them, they were translucent but shimmered in the moonlight with different colours. Like each wing was sprinkled with a rainbow.

The women were still laughing and Michael began joining in, their laughter was infectious and he felt as if he wasn't being laughed at, but laughed with. He towered before them naked and smiling.

"I know what you are" he whispered through his laughter. "You're faeries aren't you?" The faeries giggled and nodded. Michael looked back down at the circle he was standing in and laughed again "I guess that means I'm in trouble doesn't it?" The faeries shook their heads in unison. Which left Michael confused, in all the stories he'd heard about the fae, stepping into a faerie circle was a sure sign of doom. But he didn't take it for granted, he was relieved he wasn't in any danger. He didn't know that for sure, but something told him to trust these creatures. He could sense that maybe they felt his grief and longed to take pity on him.

A small blonde haired fae flutters over to him and he holds out his hand to her. She begins to dance seductively on his palm, utilising her wings as part of the display like his own private cabaret. This makes Michael blush and she giggles before flying up to his shoulder and placing a light butterfly kiss on neck. Michael moans at the sensation and the other eleven fae all fly over to him in succession, each placing kisses on his neck, cheeks, and chest. The feeling of a dozen little kisses causes Michael to gain an erection and he instinctively reaches down to begin touching himself.

The blonde fae flutters by Michael's eye and smiles before floating down and giving him a tiny kiss on his bottom lip. She then made a trail of light kisses all the way down his neck and body before Michael let go of his penis and let her kiss along his shaft. She reached his tip and sat herself on top of it before gently rubbing her wet pussy on it, coating it in her juices and making it wet and sensitive. Michael moaned out in pleasure as two other fae flew down and began massaging one of his balls each.

Two more went to his chest and positioned themselves so their pussies were aligned with his nipples. They rubbed against them making them hard and moaned out loud enjoying themselves. The sensation was so strong it was almost unbearable but Michael didn't want it to stop, he was theirs to play with.

One fae flew round the other side of him and pushed herself between his ass cheeks before licking her hands and slowly rubbing rings around his hole. The massage eased any soreness leftover from Pan and he rolled his eyes back in ecstasy.

Four of the fae flew away and dipped their hands in a small pot of a sticky substance, he wasn't sure what it was, but two of them took charge of each leg and rubbed the substance gently into his skin which stopped the stinging from the nettles earlier, he'd forgotten all about that, until now he felt the relief of the itchiness fading. The last two faeries continued to kiss his neck, leaving tiny pink marks.

Once the fae on his legs were done, two of them flew down to his feet and began lightly tickling his toes, making Michael dance as if he had pins and needles. It was a nice feeling though, an intense feeling paired with the other fae getting to work enjoying his body.

The two remaining fae both flew up to his eyes and hovered before him giving him a good look at their tiny bodies. He stared at them so hard he became cross-eyed and they merged into one fae who used two fingers to rub herself in front of him. He could feel himself building up down there and the fae on the tip of his dick began rubbing herself faster, moaning deeply as Michael scrunched his eyes shut and balled his fists with the sensation becoming too much.

And then he exploded with such a force that the faeries all fell from him, the one on his penis had been blown away with his rope of cum and found herself giggling on the ground covered in it.

The other fae all giggled as well as they adjusted themselves before they began cupping their hands and filling them with Michael's cum. They used it to coat their bodies and drank it like it was sweet nectar.

Michael placed his hands on his knees and panted heavily, he'd never experienced anything that pleasurable in all his life and he wasn't sure he could handle it again. It was a kind of torture; feeling that good. And he wondered if maybe that was the punishment for entering their circle. But as the faeries began to lose interest in him he found he was free to go and stepped out of the ring.

The fae all disappeared leaving Michael standing alone in the middle of a dark wooded area. The glow of the mushrooms and moss had faded and he realised he was back in the real world, well - he was back where he was.

Entering the circle must have sent him to the faerie realm. He made a mental note to return someday, but right now found himself yawning and as he turned to see the faerie ring; he saw a golden plate stacked with little cakes, fruits and berries.

He peered down to get a closer look and he found a small note sitting on top of the cake at the very top of the stack. It simply read "thank you" and Michael smiled as he picked the cake up between his thumb and index finger. He raised the cake up to the sky and said "no, thank you!" Before he placed it on his tongue and swallowed it whole.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this second part of the series, I really enjoyed writing this one; I wish a group of fae would explore me like that! This chapter has been finished before the first part has finished publishing so I have yet to see any suggestions if you have left any.

Hopefully by the time this part is published you'll have left me lots of suggestions to pick through, if not I also have lots of ideas to explore so the story shall go on! The next chapter is in the works and it will be completed by the time this part has come out.

Again feel free to leave any suggestions either in the comments or by emailing me and I will see you all again in the Land of Taboo. Until next time, stay horny x