"I have never... do you... you're not from the village..."
It is not often that she meets faces he doesn't know, travellers are rare in these remote lands.
"No. Me and may daughters live in the woods. We care little for - human company, normally. Unless they're as young and pretty as you are!"
She feels herself blush.
"I... you're too kind. I -- maybe I should leave you in peace then, my father must be worried about me, as well, so..."
"Don't!"
"Stay!"
"Don't leave us!"
The daughter's voices ring through the forest like silver bells and she feels herself getting dizzy.
"I should..."
"You should come with us and enjoy our hospitality, young lady! Did you not think to yourself that you need some - distance from your father?"
"I... di... How would you..."
"Oh, I know parents. He still considers you his little girl, does he not? Innocent and pure. A little child not to be taken serious..."
She nods. Hers eyelids are getting heavy. Her mind slows down. She cannot think clearly, not take her eyes of the daughters or shut the old man's voice out of her head. It's not as silvery as his daughters' but it's - mesmerizing. Enthralling her.
"That's so true. He never lets me do nothing. If it was for him, I wouldn't even be here in the woods at night!"
"You see? You can follow us. You're an adult, not an innocent, you can choose your own path. And wouldn't you want to choose the one with me and my daughters on it?"
She nods. Slowly at first, then more enthusiastically.
"Yes. I do. I will join you and be your guest!"
A broad grin spreads over the old man's face.
"Good. Good. Follow us!"
He takes the young woman's hand and pulls her deeper into the woods, the daughters fluttering around her, hardly feeling substantial, their cloths waving around their bodies and hers, the moon has risen higher, illuminating the trees with a sliver light that seems to confuse her eyes. The treetops over her are growing denser, the trunks all around seem to form walls until suddenly -- she stands inside a hall, huge, wide, without remembering having passed a portal or left the woods. She looks around confused, but...
"Welcome to our home!"
It all makes sense when she's welcomed thusly. In front of her stands a huge table, laden with food - fruit, meat, pies ans cakes -- more food than she sees in a month at home.
"A... are you expecting guests?"
She asks, her tongue feeling heavy.
"No, I told you, we don't mingle much with humans. This is all for you, my lovely. Like everything in our home!"
She looks around again, there are no chairs at the table, but large couches and Ottomans are distributed all over the room, soft pillows on the floors. Where... How is this anywhere near his village, there's no way... She shakes her head.
"You seem tired. Confused. Eat, young lady, rest and all will be better."
The old man points at the table and his daughters, their cloths draped around them - how dot they stay up - shove her gently.
"Eat!"
"Rest"
"Kiss"
"Wha.."
Already a plate is in her hand, full of fruit and meat and vegetables.
"Eat -- you must take the first bite yourself in my home, it's tradition!"
The old man nods encouragingly.
She frowns. What did her father tell her abut food and the forest and strangers?
"Never eat from a stranger in the woods, if you eat with the fairy folk you'll be..."
Uhm - be what? She feels sleepy, dizzy. Maybe if she has a bite to eat it'll come to her. She takes a slap of meat into her hands and bites into it. Juices run down her chin. It tastes - delicious, incomparable to anything she ever ate. The old man chuckles and his daughters giggle like silver bells.
Without remembering how, she suddenly finds herself in one of the divans, the daughters now lying next to her, food In their hands. She blinks, then bites into a strawberry from the slim, pale fingers of the redhead daughter. How can there be strawberries, it's way out of season for... doesn't matter - the fruit is sweet - and so are her fingers, if really cold... a slice of a fruit in that weird red-yellow colour she only ever heard about that comes from foreign lands.... an orank? Oranj. Something like that. It's sour, and sweet and makes her tone tickle.
She suddenly feels hands on her clothes, pulling off her bodice - as she looks around she only now notices the miraculous cloths of the daughters have stopped floating and fallen to the ground. They sit next to her naked like Eve. Her eyes widen and her mouth goes dry. She never saw another woman's body naked, has only her own to compare it to these, that are -- stunning. Flawless, in their pale beauty. They smile at her without shame or inhibition, as she ogles their breasts and their tufts of hair, matching the hair on their heads.
"Do you feel an appetite for something else now, young lady? I can smell, you do!"
The old man grins as his daughters pull up her skirt up and he kneels down in front of her, spreads her legs and smells her crotch, making her blush. And also giggle.
"Enticing, don't you think, my daughters?"
"Enthralling!"
"Delectable!"
"Beautiful!"
She feels the blood shoot into his face even more.
"No match to mine, but she's only human, after all!"
The redhead daughter smiles and kneels down besides her father who patiently stands up and leaves his place to her.
As he does, his robes -- not so much drop as disappear and he reveals his body to the young human who can can just stare at it. She has only ever seen her father naked when he washes himself -- recently, she's actually been intentionally spying on him, the feeling she has watching his naked body, muscular from the field work, makes her feel a little ashamed - but also a little tingly.
But this - is not the body of an old man -- or a human... He's lean, sinewy; well defined abs crown the silver tuft of hair over his pale cock that stands up like a pillar of white marble. It isn't a young body either, somehow. It's -- timeless. Like a statue in moonlight.
At the same time the robe disappears, sparks of light form around his head, and solidify into a crown, glistening intensely silver in the light of the hall that seems to originate from nowhere and everywhere at once. The beard has receded into a short, silvery fuzz, framing his ageless, ethereal face instead of hiding it. The young woman almost jumps in her seat as something whips around the pale body like a snake made of flesh the same pale colour as the rest of the man's body -- a tail, long enough to reach the ground if it hung limply, which it doesn't. It slithers up, moves around, wraps around the man's muscular thigh like it had a mind of its own. No doubt the old man's body was a charade and this is the supernatural being's real appearance.
The young woman's mouth waters. Somewhere In her mind, she knows the villagers -- the priest above all -- would not appreciate her feeling this tingly over a stranger's body, an inhuman body, but she does. No way around it.
As he moves towards her, she can do nothing but fall back into the couch. He begins to kiss her - not what she though her first kiss would be like. She opens her mouth and his tongue enters it greedily, hungrily. She feels more mouths on her breasts, the daughters licking, kissing and sucking her nipples.
And one on her clitoris, swollen, hard, almost painfully pulsating. She tries to raise herself from the stupor, the dizziness she is under and catch the thoughts that try to get through to her, but rational thinking has no place in her mind any more. She kisses the father, holds him close to her with one hand, letting the other wander over the breasts of the daughters besides her.
She no longer cares that mouth between her thighs, caressing her clit, licking down to her lips and beginning to penetrate her, belongs to a woman. The mouth makes her feel like nothing ever did, whose it is is not of any importance. She groans when the caressing of her dripping pussy ends, but it's only for a second. As she feels a cold, hard shaft press against her, she opens her eyes - the Erlking is now fully lying on top of her, smiling down, his eyes glisten icy blue like a lake in deep winter.
She puts her hand onto his cheeks and pulls him toward her, into of her, desperately needing to fell him fill her, posses her.
She expected it to feel warm, but it doesn't - it's cold, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable - an icicle that enters her pussy, but it is shooting sparks of fire, hot and cold up her spine that seem to reach her heart and penetrate it as well. She closes her eyes and feels all emotions leave her -- fear, insecurity, shame, but also no love or compassion is involved in this act, just pure lust, cold, demanding, egotistic lechery. It feels good. Nothing but her pussy is ruling her now and the cold huge hard shaft forcing itself in and out of her, filling her whole body, her whole being with a supernatural sensation of cold, burning bliss.
After a few penetrating moves of the cold shaft, she feels another visitor at her gates, this time her rear one. It feels softer than his cock, weirdly flexible, yet also hard and just as cold. With a flash of realization, she tilts her head and looks down her conquerors pale, muscular back, seeing his tail bend from its base just above his firm ass bend through his legs and - she knows -- toward her own behind.
She sighs, closes her eyes -- somewhere deep inside she thinks she should be appalled but she is not. All she feels is pure desire - she would let her supernatural new master do everything he desires.
So she breathes in in between two of his strokes into her pussy and relaxes her sphincter, inviting the appendage in - an offer it eagerly takes, entering forcefully, deeply, wriggling his way inside of her bowels like no cock ever could. She groans, feeling the ice cold snake inside send a wave of hot bliss through her that feels entirely different than the ones his cock creates -- two different, yet similar sensations that crash and collide, combine into one as she feels both penetrating shafts almost touch inside of her, separated by nothing but a thing membrane, making her body tremble and her mind twist.
She embraces his pale, lean, cold body, holds it closer to her, grabs his cock with her pussy and his tail with her sphincter and milks them for all it's worth.
The Erlking smiles his wicked grin, his daughters join his side and kiss him as he grabs the young human's hips and shoots a load of ice cold, searing hot fairy cum, burning her, into her womb that seeps into the young human's blood and into her heart, forever freezing her innocence with icy fire. The last thing the young woman sees before she passes out is the Erlking moving between his blonde daughter's legs to enter her, while his tail penetrates the redhead and his tongue his silver haired offspring, celebrating another corrupted soul.
The next morning she wakes up in the woods, naked, hers clothes all around her. She remembers little, only an erotic dream of the lewdest kind she must have had after falling asleep in the woods?
She returns to the village, to her home and when her father, his eyes puffed up - did he cry or is it just sleep deprivation over worrying about her - runs towards her to hug her. She returns his embrace but it is not like a loving daughter's. It is cold. She feels no love for him any more. What she does feel is his strong muscular chest rubbing against her tits and his firm ass as her hands wander down towards it. Her cunt gets wet as he smells his manly smell. She smiles.
She feels no different. She has always been this way. Kinky. Lewd. Corrupt. Love is for the innocent. Shame for the sheep. She is a woman now! When she follows him into their house for breakfast, her eyes never leaving his ass, a plan begins to form in her mind on how to corrupt and seduce him. An then the neighbour's girl. Her teacher. The priest ...
Deep in the woods, a sonorous male laughter, mixed with the silver giggles of three female voices could be heard if anyone was near. Another innocence died, another human recruited in his battle to corrupt humankind. Everyone the young human takes will feel the ice cold touch of the Erlking in their hearts, turning the world one little bit more into one where love has vanished, innocence died and lust, desire and the rule of the flesh reign supreme.
