Note: This is an entirely casual series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installment is "The Riddling Sprite".
Earlier this night, the barmaid Adelsia completed her tale and challenged Horasen to come up with his own. Is he up to the task?
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"Alright," Horasen said, sitting up on the counter. His audience had moved their chairs to watch him more easily. The lights in the Grim Harvest common room had been dimmed to save oil, and he felt like he was surrounded by shadows. "Who's ready for the next story?"
"Just one more tonight," said Urg. The hulking bartender sat down on Urg's Chair, a large metal chair that he had personally purchased for his use in this tavern. As he'd told Horasen, he'd been tired of paying out of his salary for the chairs that broke under his weight. "Folks gotta get to sleep. Adel, you've got a bright start tomorrow."
"Yes, Urg," Adelsia said, rolling her eyes. The barmaid came back into the room bearing a plateload of drinks. She set it down on the counter, then took a seat nearby. The chestnut-skinned young woman crossed her legs and watched Horasen intently, a sly smile on her face. "So, what've you got, Sen?"
Horasen hesitated. This whole game had seemed like a much better idea back when Adelsia was the one telling stories. He'd watched his crush talk about that masturbating witch, seen that shiny look in her eyes, and known it had been a very, very good idea. He'd been given lots to consider for later tonight.
But now everyone was looking at him and expecting him to think of a story. He couldn't let Adel out-dirty him. No-way, no-how. His mind raced along a circular track for a full five seconds, staring out at the crowd like a catgirl into a will o' the wisp light, searching for a scrap of inspiration.
"What's taking so long, Sen?" Adelsia asked, giggling. "Having trouble 'getting it up' tonight?"
He felt his ears burning.
I've known her my whole life, but I still can't remember when it was she started getting this damn attitude. Rude little tart. I bet she's a whole other story in the bedroom.
He blinked. Blinked again.
Oh, that should do nicely.
Horasen cleared his throat. "Not to worry, Adel. I've got a story for you, alright:"
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THE TALE OF
THE WIZARD AND THE FAIRY QUEEN
Or,
THE FAIRY QUEEN'S LESSON
Long ago, back when the gods still reigned and the bread rose high, there was a young and talented wizard out wandering the world and seeking his fortune. In those days, the wizards were regarded with hatred and fear, unlike the sensible mild mistrust they encounter now. And so he kept his magic a secret, containing it all within a single part of his body that nobody would ever think to examine closely.
Shut up, Errol. I'm the one telling the story. Well, I'm only talking to him because he's talking to me. If you'd all just—okay, fine, whatever. Anyways.
This wise and clever wizard journeyed from land to land, righting small wrongs, never seeking recompense for his noble deeds. All he truly sought were the simple, basic joys every man desires: A home, a trade he could practice openly, and a loving wife who would support him in all things.
Yes, every heterosexual man who believes in marriage to a single spouse. Thank you for the clarification, Urg. Could I not get the peanut gallery? You all stayed quiet for Adel. It's fine. Just let me focus.
Now! It just so happened that one day this wizard was traveling toward a modest farming village, and this wizard noticed something strange: A great and mighty forest had grown to surround the town. He realized that all of the crops the farmers grew had turned into towering oak trees.
So the wizard went to talk to the mayor, who told him that a kingdom of tiny little fairies was quite nearby. The king of the fairies was kind and wise and good, but the queen—the king's second wife—was very wild and very cruel. After the village had refused to sacrifice five of their most eligible young men to her capricious whims, out of respect for the fairy king's honor, of course, she had transformed all of their crops into great oaks to teach them respect.
This injustice burned at the noble wizard's heart. He resolved to go in the five young men's place. The villagers begged him not to go, but he would not be dissuaded. He would volunteer himself to the fairy queen, and he would go alone. The wizard hoped he could reason with the queen once he met her.
Alas, she proved to be every bit the haughty minx the rumors claimed. Immediately upon seeing the wizard—who was, of course, quite fit and handsome—the little fairy queen zoomed up and cast a spell, causing his trousers to fall away. She waved her wand, and his own stood at attention.
The fairy queen flew over, cooing at his size. She embraced it—this fairy stood eight inches tall, meaning she was only a few inches shorter—and began to stroke both her arms around his head. The wizard came before he even knew what had happened.
"You are mine, now," the fairy queen told him, as her maidservants gathered little thimblefuls of his cum, hungry to learn what he would taste like. "You have come for me, and by ancient fairy law, you cannot resist."
And so she forced him back into their realm, and for forty days and forty nights that felt like years, she and her maidservants had their way with him. The fairy queen believed she had mastered this wizard. She could make him come whenever she wanted, and she loved watching his cum shoot out. She loved wrapping her arms and legs around that cock and making it pulse, filling him with heavenly pleasure.
But little did she know that the wizard was toying with her. Using his magic, he had charmed her maidservants into teaching him more about fairy magic. He had them do other things, too, but they did those
out of their own free will. And the wizard now knew exactly what he had to do.
And so on the forty-first day, the fairy queen flew up to again bring him to orgasm. She stroked her whole body over his shaft, and he shuddered from her glorious touch. But this time, just when he was about to come, he spoke a single word of power. The fairy queen was sent flying off his shaft, and right into the trajectory.
His entire load hit her right in the face. Instantly her gossamer wings were covered by the stuff, and she fell backwards onto the wizard's pillow. That was bad enough, but this was mystical cum, ensorcelled by the wizard. And so even as she was cleaning herself off—and having her maidservants clean her off with their eager tongues—she realized that a spell was affecting her.
The wizard had placed all his magic into his big, powerful dick. And before his eyes, the fairy queen grew fast to human size. She was still petite by human standards—a mere four and a half feet—but her breasts were enormous, and her sudden lust even more so. She squealed with glee as he tackled her onto the bed and started pounding into her. She couldn't resist, and she didn't want to. Nobody had ever touched her like that before.
It wasn't long before they both came, and he shot a whole other load inside her hungry pussy. She shrieked with pleasure as her orgasm hit, and he felt her feminine juices covering his cock, lubricating it. He leaned close and whispered to her, even as he continued slamming into her waiting snatch, "You made a big mistake just now." And she stared up at him, wild-eyed with lust, barely comprehending. "You just came for me
. Now you are
mine
. And I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson."
She wasn't even listening. She just kept bucking against him. She was getting closer, closer, closer—
Then the wizard smoothly pulled out, smiled, and turned to leave.
The fairy queen, once so high and mighty, was distraught. "Wait!" she cried. "Aren't you going to ravish me?" She crawled after him. "Oh, please, big boy," she purred, "I think you wanna put that magic cock back inside me, right?"
And the wizard turned back and shrugged. "I have no desire to lay with a cruel monarch."
And inside her, the fairy queen's lust was fighting a brutal war against her arrogance and greed. Unfortunately for her arrogance and greed, she could still see that big magic cock, bobbing right in front of her. The human-sized fairy's mouth watered. Her nipples oozed fairy milk. She begged the wizard to claim her as his own, but he would not take her down there. That was for the fairy king alone.
At a loss, she offered a different part of herself. She sucked him to orgasm, right then and there, slurping along his shaft and drinking more of that tasty magic cum. She didn't even know that she was binding herself stronger to his will, and she didn't care. She would do anything, as long as she could make him come. And this made him smile. But he still did not say yes.
And she offered another part of herself. She bounced her smooth breasts around his cock, immersing it in the soft, warm titflesh, licking at the head that poked out from between her tits until he came all over her face. Anything, as long as she could make him come. And the wizard's smile widened. But he did not say yes.
