Da**** Posted December 21, 2025 When she returned, shaken and dressed back in the little hut her Nana used as a home on the outskirts of the village, the world seemed upside down. “Close that door, thistle, or the fire sprites will flee the house,” came the threadbare voice of her Nana from in front of the tiny fire stoked in the one room hovel. The rafters were thick with dried plants, bundled with twine and a single bed pushed against the far wall where she and her Nana slept most nights. A table to her right, ***tered with the leavings of whatever potion or brew Nana had been making for whomever in the village today stopped the door with a sudden thud. Heart racing like a frightened deer, Crisana, slammed the door behind her. The little hut had been her home for as long as she could remember and yet Nana had always made it clear that this was a refuge. A hideway from something or someone who would do them harm. It was why they had to hide here among the humans and pretend to be human. Hiding among humans was far from unheard of in the history of the Fae, but the Wild Fae were the least predisposed to live in homes and share the lives of humans. This wasn’t because of any animosity toward people exactly, it was just the nature of Wild Fae to prefer the wild and untamed places while people tended to settle and tame spaces. So whatever had driven Nana into hiding with a then infant Crisana must have been serious. The entire run back, she had been mulling this over, wondering if this chance encounter with another Fae was a sign of something more ominous - a dark cloud surrounding a Dark Fae. Nana Rushes leaned over and spat. Her grizzled old hands held a length of holly branch that she was twisting and turning in an intricate pattern as if it were nothing more than twine. The holly gave and bent and never complained or cracked at her movements. Those bright eyes that had been her constant companion for the whole of her life arrested Crisana and held her. “What’s this?” Nana Rushes asked. “Someone… a Fae… he found me… and… he’s gonna… he said he’s gonna kill u Nana.” In her head, the story had tumbled out with clarity and ease. She had been running through the wood and a male Fae had smashed into her, pinning her and threatening her and her family if she did not submit. But all that came out was her jabbering nonsense about killing Nana. Nana Rushes spit again toward the fire. It flickered and danced. She didn’t look amused, but neither did she look worried. “Batshit. Did you submit?” Eyes wide, all she could do was shake her head no. “Good girl. What kind of Fae?” “I don’t… I don’t know. He was big and hairy, and he had a big…,” and her words trailed off. Now Nana rushes made a wheezing giggle. “God I do love me a Dark Fae. But why was he alone? Those liars never travel alone… strange.” Gathering herself a little more, Crisana came around the stool beside Nana. The low fire was more than enough heat for the two of them and the light was barely needed. “Nana, is that how we are mated? A man attacks us?” “What?? Oh no little one.. well, I suppose if you want it that way you can. Oh sit your little ass down.” Nana finished what she was doing with the Holly and it looked suspiciously like a vagina. “Don’t let me forget to hang that over the Miller’s house. They’re trying for a baby. Now, that was a Dark Fae and they are all about power and control and they are bonded to the darkness. Their mating ritual is to sneak up on who they want and pin ‘em. Works both ways see. If a Dark Fae woman has the stones to pin her man and he submits, then that’s the way of things forever for him. And vice versa.” Crisana remembered the feeling of his thick male shaft pressed against her thigh and the way he pressed her down. The feeling of fright and sexual hunger had mingled in that moment in a way she found intoxicating, and the memory stirred her juices once again. “Now we Wild Fae are more even about things. We have the Wild Orgy. No limits on who and how many you pair with and the dance you enter only determines your mate for the year. If you want to stay for longer, you just don’t enter the dance. We have the mushrooms and the special herbs to help open ourselves to the pleasures both sexes can bring.” Crisana watched as a smile born in a memory spread across Nanas face. Clearly she had partaken in this ritual more than once and had memories of the rites. “What about the Green Fae?” asked Crisana. “You mean those uptight idiots,” said Nana and spate with disgust. “They have the most backwards, formal ways of mating you’ve ever seen. The humans copied them when they found out how it works. Fathers choose who the daughters marry, All forms of sex outside of marriage are off limits and punishable by sanctions or even death. Don’t ever bring up sex with a Green Fae or they might explode from repression,” and now Nana started laughing with her own joke. Crisana was absorbed in all of this and her *** from earlier had faded but something was nagging at her mind. “Nana, why is he here? Why did he try to mate me?” With that question, Nana went quiet and serious for the first time since Crisana had come back. “Is he looking for us? Is he one of the Fae we are hiding from?” Nana shook her head, “No Thistle. All of those are Wild or Greens. The Dark would have none of it. In fact, if we ever could have allies, they would come from the Dark.” “But what about what he said, Nana? What about his threat?” Nana snorted. “He’s a fool, and silly one at that. Are you a Dark Fae, thistle?” “No…” “Are you bound by any law or code that makes you subject to anything other than his deceptive a trickster ways?” And with those words Crisana wanted to kick herself for being caught off guard. Every Fae is taught to twist situations and words to their advantage, but she never thought it could happen to her. Bashfully she shook her head. “You can play all you want with this dark one, but be careful. Something is off about him. “He sent me back to ask you how things work.” Nana scrunched up her forehead. “That’s not much like a Dark Fae at all. Normally they are all about pushing you to give in before you have a chance to think things through. Their whole society is all about getting ahead through lies and manipulation. This one seems to be a bit of a rebel when it comes to his people’s traditions. Add to that, the Dark Fae don’t normally travel alone. And if he is alone, it means there’s something odd about him.” Nana put her to work that day and by the time she crawled into bed, Crisana felt the weight of exhaustion closing in behind her eyes. But there was a lingering memory she couldn’t shake. In the cold darkness of the woods, she had felt something new and hot inside herself when the Dark Fae had pinned her wrists and pressed his sex against her body. No kiss from a boy had ever set fire to her senses like that moment. She quietly slid her fingers between the folds of her own sex and knew the slick heat that was already there as she swirled around the pearl of pleasure at the center of her need without actually touching it. She remembered the weight of him on top of her, not just his manhood, but his thighs and chest pressing against her breasts. She remembered the rumble of his voice echoing through her own chest as he spoke. Her fingers moved faster and faster as the memory of those few moments snapped into a kind of time bubble infused with heat. She felt the energy of lust flowing up from her toes to the base of her spine and she carefully tweaked a nipple so Nana, with her back turned to the bed, wouldn’t see her releasing her need. Finally, she let herself touch the nub in her own sex and had to bite her lower lip as the built up need almost unleashed at once. But the swirls were tight and fast and desperate as she pinched her eyes closed and remembered the image of his cock, thick and proud, not even hard but there before him. When she orgasmed she grunted with the effort of holding in her cries and realized that her forehead was beaded with sweat. Pulling her fingers away from her her own center, she knew she was going to go see him.
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