Music pumped from downstairs. Harry lent against the upstairs corridor wall letting the bass shake him. The small house was packed full of drunk students. Harry's friends chatted and laughed around him. His eyes kept straying to a girl called Amber. A friend of a friend, of a friend or something. She came with Dan, or maybe she had come with Rosie. Actually, Harry had no idea who she had come with.
She was insanely pretty and wore a tight green dress that showed off her ass. Harry found himself staring and yet not quite being fully able to look at her. Her eyes almost glowed gold in the dim light of the corridor. Someone had introduced them, and Harry had started chatting to her. She flirted, twisting her long red hair and calling him handsome, getting too close.
The night had held so much promise, but now, Harry was slumped against the wall, trying to hold himself up. He shouldn't have had that last drink, but Amber had thrust it towards him, and he couldn't say no.
"You okay, Harry?" Amber put her hand on his shoulder.
Her touch was electric. Harry's heart thumped in his head. Slowly, so the world didn't spin, he turned and looked her dead in the eyes. They looked like miniature worlds, spinning and swirling. Harry's stomach was hot and twisted.
"Yeah," Harry slurred, "Think I just need some cold air." Harry pushed himself off the wall, and using the wall as support, he clumsily made his way down the stairs.
Downstairs, the music shook his body. Light danced over the walls, silhouetted bodies pressed together, the air tasted of sweat. Harry squeezed through the crowd. He was sure this was only meant to be a small party. There seemed to be hundreds of people here. Harry squinted at their faces but didn't recognise any of them. Finally, he reached the back door, and with a shove, he was outside.
As the air hit his face, Harry sobered up enough to feel the cold. He tilted his head up towards the full moon and watched his breath rise.
"It's a beautiful night." Harry jumped. He hadn't heard anyone come out behind him. He turned to see Amber, her intense eyes fixed on him, glowing in the moonlight.
"Yes, it is." Harry looked away to what should have been his small patioed yard. Instead, the dark shape of a forest stood before him with the trees that seemed to reach the stars. Bright lights darted around inside it. A moonlit path led down and into the wood. Before Harry could fully process what was before him, Amber took his hand and pulled him towards it.
"Come on, let go explore."
Amber pulled him hard, and Harry followed, stumbling over his feet.
"Don't you think we should get back to the party?" Harry asked.
"Are you scared?" Amber grinned, daring him to follow her. A little part of Harry was scared, but he wasn't going to admit that to this beautiful woman. He let her pull him into the woods.
Amber let go of his hand and started running. Her laugh echoed through the woods.
"Wait, don't go too deep," Harry huffed and chased after her. They were deep into the woods now, and the number of little lights floating around them had increased. They lit up the massive trees that towered around them.
Harry looked ahead to see that Amber was shining in the distance.
"Careful," He called after her. But Amber kept running, her giggles bouncing around the woods. "Wait. I can't keep up.".
Then, she was gone. Harry stopped. He looked around the dark woods. He was alone. And had no idea which way to go.
Harry sighed. His head hurt, and he still felt drunk. He let himself slump down on a massive tree trunk. The little lights flickered around him like insects. Some started landing on him. Soon he was covered in them, glowing gently. He closed his eyes.
"Oh, I didn't know if you would make it through."
Harry slowly opened his eyes. Amber's face was peering at him. Her face was glowing.
"Lots of pretty boys get lost on their way here."
Am I pretty? thought Harry. He always thought he looked too boyish and not rugged enough for women.
She took a step back. She was no longer in a tight fitted green dress but a glowing white gown. Harry was sure she was taller and somehow more beautiful. A million questions should have zoomed across Harry's mind. But his mind was docile and still, except for the thought of Amber.
All he wanted was to reach out and touch her skin. To place his lips on her skin and kiss every glowing inch of it. Then as if the picture was sent to him, he imagined fucking her wet pussy. He felt his dick stir. Amber giggled.
Then, he realised he was naked. He should have felt self-conscious, but instead, he met Amber's lustful eyes and felt courageous.
"Come here, boy." Amber beckoned him with a finger. "Welcome to the Fae realm."
Harry took a step towards her. The words
fae realm
rolled through his head. "Yeah, sure, and you are a fairy," Harry said. He took another step towards her. Briefly, he took in his surroundings, a golden bedroom lit by candles floating close to the walls. A massive four-poster bed with red curtains embroidered with gold. As Harry moved towards her, he could have sworn he was being pulled.
Then he stood in front of her. She ran her hands across his shoulders, sending tingles down his spine. He tilted his head up to her. "I have chosen you to serve me. Tell me, pretty boy, what is your name?"
"Did I not tell you?" Harry's voice was soft, and it felt distant to him as if someone else was talking. Amber caressed his face. "Such a handsome boy. I must have forgot." Harry felt his name role over his tongue, "Harry."
"Harry, you are going to be such a good boy. Such a nice addition to my collection." She purred in his ear as her hands slipped down his body. She gently squeezed his ass. Harry's mind burnt with lust.
"Harry... what? I like to use a full name when I come in bed," Amber coaxed. She brushed against his hard cock.
