Da**** Posted December 21, 2025 It was her Fae ***, her Nana told her, that let her see better than most in the dark. That made the cold seem so much less miserable than any of the other girls and boys and helped her step be so light on the loose snow and mud between the village and the edge of the nearly frozen pond. It was that Fae *** that ran hot and fiery and kept her in trouble with nearly everyone who crossed her. It wasn’t her fault. It was just the same strain that gave her green eyes and a lithe form and such a sharp tongue and a need for something so much more. Aye, that need she couldn’t explain to anyone because it felt so much like a pit in her stomach it was going to gnaw through her spine but had nothing to do with food. Since she first got her moon ***, she had started to feel it, and now well into her Nine***th year, she knew the hunger as an old enemy. It was a thing that drove her hard to taste the lips of nearly every village boy like the desserts at the harvest festival. None of them suited, but somehow she had already known this would be true. She had even tried some of the older men. In the dark hours beneath her blankets she found her womanhood with her fingers and brought the hunger to its rushing, unbridled apex only to find that the relief lasted but a few minutes. And so the only true relief she found was to run naked and unashamed through the forest. Her *** pumping and her skin prickling as the moon ***ted the snow with an eerie glow and her legs moving with bare grace. Her pale skin absorbed the reflected glory of the moon and radiated its own inner fire. Her eyes flashed over ever obstacle as she leaped like a stag through the dense cover, careful to avoid anything that would nick or gash her skin. This was joy. This was pleasure. Her sex throbbed within her and the hunger was a part of her and she knew the release of orgasm would come as soon as she stopped to catch her breath and she reveled in it. Until from her peripheral vision a movement was there and then gone. Her focus lost, she stepped wrong and was rolling, tumbling, topsy-turvy in the snow and brush. She felt the scratches on her back and legs. She knew there would be ***. She sat up as fast as she could, scanning for threats and panting, the thrill and joy of the moment gone and replaced with a different rush. Her ears caught something. Those Fae-blessed ears. Heavy, yet careful something moved. This wasn’t some hunter crunching through the woods. This was a beast, large and predatory and it was heading toward her. Out of instinct, she crouched and made herself small, her skin nearly the same pale color as the snow. A sniffle, closer now, and then a chuckle. “I smell Fae ***.” Came a low male voice. Her mind whirled as this could not be. No man could smell her ***. No beast could speak. Into the clearing stepped a large man, with thick matted hair entirely naked, his large penis hanging out before him. “Did you think you were the only one with any of the old ***?” With that, terror overtook her, and she ran. Now her running was not for joy, but out of pure, stark terror. Her feet moved as they never had. She was a thing possessed. She startled sleeping ***s and things that never even knew she was there she moved so fast. But as fast as she moved, he was just as fast. His moves were practiced and he almost seemed to be having fun. He cut her off from heading toward the village several times. He traced an arcing pattern until she was heading toward the far side of the pond. When she felt like the heart in her chest was going to explode, he finally pounced. Crossing from her left, he caught her smaller body with his hands and chest and drove her to the ground, pressing her there. She was acutely aware of every inch of his male member pressed to her thigh. He held her wrists together above her head and pressed his thick chest to her soft breasts. “My name is Paash, little one. And I claim you by the right of the Fae. Do you submit?” She struggled and kicked and tried to scream, but his weight kept the scream to groan. “No..ugh” was all that came out. Her struggles only heightened the sensation of his body pressed against hers, especially where her already focused awareness felt him in ways she tried to ignore but couldn’t. “If you do not submit, I have the right to claim or kill anyone in your family.” She was still at that. “What?” “Do you not know this,” he asked puzzled, “It is an ancient law and rite.” Now for the first time in the encounter he looked less than absolutely confident. She was shaking her head emphatically. “No, no, no. That can’t be true. You can’t do that.” “Of course I can. It is how we Fae are mated,” he said flatly. And with that, he let her go and pulled himself back. She was surprised to realize she disliked having his body no longer pressed against her. “Do you have an elder you can ask questions of, little one?” He stepped back another step, creating a clear space for her to leave. “Then I release you for 3 nights. Meet me again beside the Pond nearest your village after you have spoken to her. I have claimed you, but I won’t have one who has no idea of the truth of her own heritage.” And with that, he turned, and ran.
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