When a forest is sufficiently aged and sufficiently magical, it is generally free of human interference. Over time, fewer and fewer mortals dare breach the deep wood, and the forest gains a reputation as a place one does not enter.
The difficulty with this arrangement, however, is that with no one entering the forest, there is no one to carry away the tales of people disappearing, of mysterious and frightening enchantments or harrowing adventures. Magical forests that have stood undisturbed for hundreds of years may sometimes fall victim to the blundering-in of an uninformed traveler, simply because the forest has stood in silence for so long that people have forgotten the extremity of the danger.
The unfortunate hiker Jason Alejandro was just one such traveler. Admittedly, he never intended to enter this far into the woods, but he would never have come anywhere near the forest had he known of its true nature.
Jason was an adventurer generally, and a photographer specifically. Nature photography was the means of his modest living, and the unusual and supernatural an occasional hobby of his. So when Jason discovered the faerie circle of moonlight-colored mushrooms in the woods, he became breathlessly excited.
The circle was approximately six feet in diameter—just wide enough that a man could lie down in it if he wished. The mushrooms were pale white and domed, arranged in as neat a circle as could be. In the dim light that managed to filter through the overhead tree boughs, they seemed almost to glow with a pale, bluish effervescence. Jason snapped photos of the ring eagerly, camera clicking and whirring like a strange bird in the quiet forest.
He stepped carefully over the mushrooms as he entered the circle, not wanting to disturb their otherworldly perfection. The air around him was oddly still, even the light hanging motionless as the forest held its breath in anticipation.
Jason's first warning that anything was amiss was a strange buzzing sound, like the humming of a swarm of bees. He stood, startled, glancing about for the source of the noise. Blue lights seemed to be gathering at the edge of the mushroom, glowing brighter and brighter, until suddenly one of the lights detached itself from a mushroom and entered the circle.
Once it had crossed the threshold, the light was a light no longer but a tiny figure, perhaps no more than four inches high. The strange blue glow seemed to come from the transparent, iridescent wings on its back, as did the odd humming noise whenever they began to flutter.
Jason stared at the strange creature in fascination. As it drew closer he could see that it was humanoid, and that its skin was blue-tinged also. It seemed to be wearing no clothes, but it was not easy for Jason to distinguish the gender of the creature—its body seemed to exude neither maleness nor femaleness, but merely strangeness, a bizarre, unearthly beauty that hovered on the cusp between exotic and terrifying.
Jason reached out a hand, but could not bring himself to step towards the strange creature. He did not have to; the creature moved delicately, almost uncertainly towards his outstretched hand. It hovered just over his palm for a moment, and Jason could have sworn he heard a musical sound, like the tinkling of the smallest bells, that for some reason seemed to him to be laughter. Then, the faerie stopped hovering and lighted on his outstretched hand.
Instantly, Jason was lighter and colder. Looking down, he realized that everything he had been wearing was gone—clothing, camera, even his watch had disappeared. He was naked as the day he'd been born. The buzzing grew suddenly loud and he looked up once more to discover the circle filling with faeries as each light coalesced into a tiny being upon entering the circle.
The faerie that had landed on his outstretched hand walked with dainty strides up the length of his arm, up to his shoulder and over to his face. With another repetition of the strange, airy musical sound he'd hear earlier, the faerie lifted itself slightly with its wings and placed a hand gently between Jason's eyes.
A strange cool sensation overwhelmed Jason, and it was as though his muscles had transformed to water. He fell bonelessly to the ground, the air around him erupting in a startled puff of faeries hurrying to get out of the way.
Lying on his side on the dry, brittle leaves of the forest floor, Jason found his body entirely relaxed. He could not bring himself to move a muscle as the faeries, after waiting a moment to ensure he had stopped moving, began to alight once more on his body.
Within moments Jason was covered with small, pale blue forms like a light coating of snow. The places where their tiny hands and feet touched him felt lightly tickled, tantalizingly so, like being delicately caressed by the finest spiderweb all over his body.
The faeries moved over him in a swarm, their tiny forms leaving trails of sensation in their wake. No part of Jason was safe; even his cock was lightly brushed and tantalized, and he felt it stir in response.
The faeries seemed fascinated by this new development. A large group clustered around Jason's slowly-waking member, their hands trailing up the side of it in delight. The light teasing touches only fueled Jason's arousal, and his length rose stiffly in response, seeking more.
Jason gasped as the faeries delightedly increased their activities. There was no sensation strong enough to be called a stroke, but the feather-light touches were maddening in their constant teasing.
But this was not all the faeries had discovered. A few stronger caresses on other parts of his body had him trying futilely to twist and wriggle away, until a particularly strong brush against his nipple made him moan. Immediately his response provoked another such caress, and another upon his additional groan. Then a sharp sensation that was almost certainly a bite. Jason gasped, and the faeries swarmed upon his nipples, biting and tugging just sharply enough that he felt it as a faint, jolting sting.
One of the enterprising creatures seemed to have found his anus as well, and Jason could not help his shivered reaction as the light caresses slithered over the tight pucker of muscle like an ominous breeze. Jason tried to clench himself shut as best he could with his muscles so relaxed, but this seemed only to draw the faeries' attentions. Jason felt a slim, question penetration and managed to turn his head just enough to see that one of the faeries had ventured to stick an arm up inside him.
To his own dismay, Jason heard himself whimper slightly. All at once the humming sound intensified as the beating of hundreds of pairs of faerie wings suddenly increased in speed and agitation. Jason felt dread at the sound, but it was somehow muffled in his mind by a hazy, dreamy layer of pleasure. The sensation clouded his worry, blanketing it like a fog that seemed to insist that this was fine—more than fine—that pleasure was all he should seek.
Another one of the faeries had become particularly adventurous and Jason cried out as one of their delicate, nimble hands dipped into his urethra, then slid down as the faerie plunged the narrow length of its arm down inside his erect member. Jason gasped and shuddered. The sensation was just on the threshold of painful, and his body was wracked with waves of something that couldn't quite decide whether it was pleasure or torment.
A sudden cold wind seemed to sweep up Jason's behind. His anus was suddenly open—wedged open, as though something was holding the walls as far apart as they could go. He felt no penetration, just an intense hollowness and stretch, and a vulnerability that surfaced in his mind and then melted away again into the fog.
A newer, stranger sensation followed. It was somehow an indescribable inverse of the tiny points of contact even now caressing his cock; strange, almost tickling touches against his inner walls as one of the faeries proceeded to climb inside him, exploring him in a most strangely intimate way. The soft buzzing of its wings thrummed along his inner walls, making him writhe and groan.
Sensation seemed to attack him from all sides. Nowhere was safe from the light, teasing touches and occasional tugs. Inside and out the pleasure hummed through his body, teasing him, torturing him, bringing him up and never quite allowing him to crest. He wanted to reach down, to touch himself and bring himself off, but his body was too weak even to lift his own limbs. He could only lie still and groan and receive the strange pleasure of these beings as they toyed with his body, feel their almost malicious joy in his reactions.
And then suddenly a sharp, full pleasure as the faerie that had been exploring him most intimately stumbled across his prostate. Jason's entire body stiffened and pulsed, and the touch came again. The thrumming of faerie wings grew louder, and the vibration inside of him increased in intensity. Jason cried out in desperate want, pleading for the pleasure to come again.
It did, pressing hard against his prostate, massaging it, caressing it. He could feel the faerie writhe against it almost as Jason himself was writhing, the wings brushing him and stimulating him and stopping and starting up again, driving him crazy. The others continued their ministrations of his cock, again tormenting him inside and out, feeling down inside his length and up the skin of it, wrapping themselves around it and rubbing wantonly against it. More pressure, more touches from all sides and it was all that he could bear, more than he could take and he was cresting, coming finally as his body shuddered and gave in, spilling himself across the forest floor.
When Jason regained awareness of his surroundings, the faeries were gone. He was naked still, lying on the forest floor and feeling the swift cooling of semen across his stomach. His muscles still felt weak, but it was more the weakness of post-orgasmic haze than the strange ethereal weakness he had felt before.
Jason lay panting, staring up at the canopy, unwilling to move. It was this, unfortunately, that proved his undoing, as a prone, naked, pleasure-weakened man presents an easy target, and a circle of mischievous faeries was not the reason travelers once feared to enter the wood...