This is my first attempt at something non-human, I hope you enjoy reading it. I was told it would be better without the sex. I'll let yall decide.
Hidden in mist beyond human reach, is Tir Nan Og (Land of The Young),
Where the Faeries live and play. The sacred Hawthorn Tree flourishes amongst endless wild flowers and flowering trees. Humans never see its beauty except in their dreams unless one of the Tir Nan Og people takes a fancy to them and invite them to their world.
Gloree walked amongst the humans in their form, her nakedness hidden behind a scarlet robe of velvet. Her robe was the only clothing she could wear. If she ever adorned one piece of human clothing she would forever remain in this form. She loved the humans and the way they lived but not enough to give up the freedom of fluttering naked through flowers and dew covered grass or the freedom of love making wherever and whenever the faerie people desired. Their lifestyle was filled with partying and pleasure every night.
Even the restraints of her velvet robe made her uneasy. But she knew the humans viewed nakedness in a different light than the faeries did and today of all days she was determined to bare with being covered.
She made her way through the crowd making sure not to look any of them in the eyes in fear they might see the magic twinkling in the bright sky blue of her own eyes. She stopped outside the blacksmith’s forge and looked inside. He was there. The man she had seen swimming naked in the lake a few days before. Being overcome by how handsome he was she had watched him swim for a while before lying on the banks in the sun.
She continues to watch as he did something she had never seen anyone else do before, human or faerie. He took his manliness in his hand and began to caress it, bringing it to its full length of excitement. He continued to stroke it until his juices flowed from its tip as his moans echoed through the trees. He continued to lay there in the sun and recovered from his orgasm before cleaning himself with the cool waters of the lake. He dressed, mounted his horse and rode back to town. Gloree, in her faerie form followed him, keeping herself hid from his view. His horse seemed to sense her presence glancing directly at her several times. She watched him enter the forge and knew she would come back another time. She had to.
As she stood watching him work through the window he turned slowly toward her as if sensing her presence and motioned her inside. She hesitated a moment before accepting his invitation.
“Good Morning my dear.” He greeted as she entered, “how may I help you?”
“I was just watching you work,” even in human form her voice sang.
“Where are you from? Your accent is unusual and the robe seems a bit much for the warm weather we are having.” He questioned.
“I must be going.” She tried to leave before he asked too many questions she couldn’t answer. As she turned to flee her hood fell from her head letting her golden locks fall past waist. He didn’t try to stop her for he knew now she wasn’t human. Only Faeries had hair that flowed so silkily down their back in ringlets highlighted by pure gold. She would be back. Maybe not in her human form but being such curious creatures they both knew she wouldn’t stay away.
It was days before she ventured from Tir Nan Og again and this time she stayed in her faerie form, but she had to see him again. The way the muscles of his bare chest and arms rippled as he pounded the metal into shape stayed on her mind. His eyes were as green as her own were blue and sparkled and he looked at her.
She slipped into his shop and hid behind a beautifully engraved sword leaning against a wooden beam. It intrigued her to see the detailed hawthorn tree and violets decorating the blade. These were sacred to faeries and most humans didn’t appreciate their beauty. Could this magnificent creation belong to him?
“You don’t need to hide. I know you’re here my dear faerie.” He called to her, his piercing green eyes looking directly at her.
“How??” She asked him.
“Not now, maybe I’ll explain later.” He avoided answering her. “Now come out from behind my sword. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
It was his sword, she whispered to herself. She knew there was something special about this human man that called to her, even more so now. She trusted him and fluttered gracefully to him, still keeping her distance enough he couldn’t touch her.
“Even more beautiful than in human form.” Gloree actually blushed from his compliment, something faeries rarely did. This human was special. She didn’t know why but she knew he was.
She heard someone coming and Gloree quickly disappeared. The man smiled then turned to greet the female customer. She was obviously flirting with him as he handed her the silver items he had mended for her. As she handed him the money she asked if there was anything else she could do to repay him. When he refused she became mad and stomped out. He let out a loud laugh as she walked away.
“Why didn’t you let her pay you more?” Gloree asked him returning to her visible state.
“She is a widow searching desperately for a new husband.” He explained
“But she’s very beautiful.” Gloree wondered.
“Yes, she is but not what I want for a wife. Her heart isn’t as beautiful as her body.” He explained. “And even though she offers her body to me I can tell she would be frigid in my bed. Not willing to give or receive the pleasure to people in love should share.”
Someone else approached sending Gloree into hiding yet again. This time a man entered and asked about a sword. He wanted the sword she has hid behind earlier, but the blacksmith refused and told him he could make him one as magnificent. The man agreed and left.
“That sword must be special to you.” Gloree asked again returning to visible.
“Yes it is, very special to me, a very special part of my past.” He seemed to drift into his memories.
“I must go before I am seen.” Gloree turned to leave.
“Will you come back?”
“It’s too dangerous here. How about the lake you swim in? Will you meet me there?”
“Yes my dear I swim there every morning, but somehow I think you already know that.”
She flew around his head one time before disappearing through an opening and into the sky. She flew with the birds until she was out of human site. She couldn’t stay invisible for long amounts of time without tiring herself too much so staying out of human view was easier.
As Gloree returned to Tir Nan Og she encountered their King, Finvarre. By the stiffened state of his substantial faerie cock she knew what he wanted from her. He was a known womanizer even though his wife, Queen Donagh, was the most beautiful faerie in all of Tir Nan Og. He had even been known to steel beautiful human women away on their wedding day.
Gloree didn’t dare deny her king his pleasure with her. She was at his need until she married then he would move on to another young faerie. She didn’t mind sharing the pleasure of uninhibited sex with him. Sex among the faeries had always been open and carefree, even done in open areas where anyone could see.
He grabbed her and placed his hand on her perfect rounded breast, massaging it for a moment before commanding her to kneel before him and take his cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over every bit before taking its head between her lips. Sucking slowing and drawing it all into her mouth. His sheer gold wings flittered as she gave him pleasure the way he enjoyed most. As he came close to his climax he grabbed her hair and forced himself further into her mouth. With a hand on his balls she could feel them tightening as they prepared to empty into her mouth. She prepared herself for the magical seed that filled her mouth and sent a tingle down her throat as she drank it up.
Even though he used the female faeries for his pleasure he always returned the favor. He lay on top of her pushing his cock against the wetness of her bare folds. Faeries didn’t have hair like humans, only what resembled hair atop their heads. He grew hard again quickly and shoved his way into her soft pussy. As he pumped himself into her they floated above the ground as all faeries do when they come together. He moved with precision hitting the spot inside her that brought her to her greatest pleasure point. He never missed when he was with her, always rubbing it perfectly with his large faerie cock. Her inside were tingling as she grew closer to her climax. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist pulling him deeper and deeper into her as they sang out together. She cried out as he began to throb inside her bringing her over the top at the same time he spilled himself into her again.
She continued to float above the ground in almost a trance like state as she recovered from the tremendous orgasm she received. As her body returned to normal she drifted back to the earth below her. Exhausted from the magic she used visiting the human and the lovemaking she just shared she climbed into the petals of a nearby rose and fell asleep.
She didn’t wake until late the next morning. Realizing she was going to miss the human man she hurried on her way. Flying as fast as her iridescent wings would take her she arrived just as he was stepping out of the water. She found herself aroused as he stood dripping wet in front of her. She tried to push the desire to make love to him away from her thought before making her presence known to him.
“You’re here.” he smiled at her as she flew toward him. ”thought you weren’t coming.”
“I’m so sorry. I overslept.” She explained.
“Guess going invisible took a lot out of you yesterday.” He smiled.
