Wood Fae Wants Your Cock - F4M/A

Welcome, sweetie. This is miss Lilith. And you are here to surrender control of your senses, your imagination, your body, and your mind, I will guide your thoughts and you will follow. So close your eyes if you haven't already. Begin to breathe deeply and slowly, and hang on to my every word and bend, to my every Find yourself now on the fringe of a poor forest, thick with growth and the sounds of life.

Gazing into the woods, you notice beams of soft light penetrating through the foliage in an almost straight life leading deeper into the forest. Almost like a path. You really should turn around and head back to the resort. You have a whole vacation is an plan after all. And it wouldn't do to get lost now.

But something about these woods calls to you. Like a mystery begging to be explored. To be exposed. A plot hole in a story needing to be plot to be filled. So instead of turning around, your instinct, your instinct, your instinct.

And pass over the threshold into the looming forest. The winds quiet down a little as you follow the path laid out for you. Beams of light paving …

Welcome, sweetie. This is miss Lilith. And you are here to surrender control of your senses, your imagination, your body, and your mind, I will guide your thoughts and you will follow. So close your eyes if you haven't already. Begin to breathe deeply and slowly, and hang on to my every word and bend, to my every Find yourself now on the fringe of a poor forest, thick with growth and the sounds of life.

Gazing into the woods, you notice beams of soft light penetrating through the foliage in an almost straight life leading deeper into the forest. Almost like a path. You really should turn around and head back to the resort. You have a whole vacation is an plan after all. And it wouldn't do to get lost now.

But something about these woods calls to you. Like a mystery begging to be explored. To be exposed. A plot hole in a story needing to be plot to be filled. So instead of turning around, your instinct, your instinct, your instinct.

And pass over the threshold into the looming forest. The winds quiet down a little as you follow the path laid out for you. Beams of light paving the way. You journey deeper and deeper into the woods. The trek uneventful, if incredibly relaxing.

Maxink, after what could have been minutes or even hours, you arrive a clearing. The trees make an almost perfectly circular fence around the meadow which is overgrown with tall grass and an arrangement of varying mushrooms, so many sizes and so many come. This this is a peaceable place, a safe place, is both a part of the world and apart from it. Something draws your attention enter the very center so you step closer. There on the ground, surrounded by rings of strange green mushrooms, you can see the remains of an old tree stump flat to the ground.

By its size, the tree must have been gigantic at one point in time. Now it's but a surface where grass no longer grows. As you stare air in wonder, the mushrooms around the stump begin to glow a deep, bright green. The air gets hotter. The wind picks us.

You son of a strange tickles in the back of your mind, somewhere deep within your subconscious just all. And then the entire clearing bursts into light, and you're engulfed from head to toe in shades of green aurora. The world disappears, and without the second to consider what may be happening. You're always glowing. Vanishing from the forest.

Met all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all in all serenity. As your eyelids grow heavy to love needing to climb. Closing now. Closing now. As you begin breathing slowly you and deeply falling into a peaceful slumber.

Foggy. Foggy, dark, cloudy, calm, calm, full smelling away the seconds Abruptly, your body and your mind are pulled in a single your direction. And you fall into the crack in the fabric of reality, bursting through and losing all awareness, Dropping into a world of unconsciousness, confusion, and unreality. You regain your awareness slowly, opening your eyes carefully. At first glance, seems to be the same forest you ventured into, but it's not.

The trees are bigger, thicker. The leaves, they shift from color to color. There is no wind. And you feel something coil around your foot. Jerking in surprise, you try to pull away.

But The vine holds on strong and true. A moving vine. A giant green moving vine, so confused and so shocked you are that you just stare as it moves up your leg over your knee and find ever oaf slowly, we try to jerk away, but it doesn't even budge. You see more vines is from nearby trees, all slowly, steadily creeping towards you. Slithering through the ground, You begin to panic just a little.

There's no amount of pulling and jerking and forth gets you You're anywhere closer to freedom. You open your mouth to scream for help. But before you could, you hear a soft thud behind you. Turning, you see me, Short and slender with but a few well placed leaves covering my indecency. My ears pointy.

My hair, wild. Wind blown. Your confusion builds, of course. But it sure does look like you need help, sweetie. And you need it now before the vines reach higher and it's too late.

I can help you, but you'll owe me. Just nod your head, sweetie, and say yes. That's all you have to do. Yeah. Perfect.

So amenable. We're going to have so much fun together. You watch, mouth agape, As I wave my hand and the vines recede quickly, freeing you and disappearing into the thick wood. Yes. Yes.

Those were my vines. This is my forest. And now you owe me. But forget about that for now. You're looking a bit worn.

The portal tends to do that to humans. You're not used to multi dimensional travel. After all, it takes a lot out of you. And you know what will help? Food.

Food always helps. Come on. Extend my hand out to you. An apple in my palm, golden and perfectly ripe. Trust me, sweetie.

This will be the best apple you've ever had in your life. Sweet as honey and bursting with flavour, will melt on your tongue. You reach out and take it. Curious and, in fact, quite hungry. Now you really do feel worn.

Worn and hungry. Taking a bite, your breath hitches as the flavor hits you. Juicy, sweet, and powerful. Immediately, it's as if your vitality is restored. You feel better and better with each bite.

Each time you swallow, Shaking your head, you stand up and finish it off. Licking your fingers, savouring the taste. They take a step closer to you and look up into your face with a radiant smile. It was good, wasn't it? You basically inhaled the whole thing in one go.

You can't possibly understand how happy that makes me, sweetie. I lower my head looking down down. Down. And that where your cock is behind your annoying clothes You do owe me now. I did save you from those vine.

I put a finger to your lips. Look. I just want your cock. That's all I want. I've been so lonely all this time with nobody to play with, nobody to touch.

It's been forever since I've had a cough, since I've touched 1, stroked 1. So please Please. I'll take it so well. I'll take it all, baby. Every inch.

I place my palm on your bulge and squeeze lightly. Oh, my. Please. Please, may I have your cock? Just say yes, baby.

That's all I want. Yes. Oh, thank you. I won't disappoint. I promise.

I'll be such a good girl. As my hands begin to rove over your body, slowly undressing you, a sweet aroma reaches your senses and muddles your thoughts, your mind. Throughout your body, electric tingles of pleasure race back and forth uncontrollably. Defenses in second thoughts disintegrate, Allowing you to release yourself into my embrace as you inhale Pheromones in the air. Your mind grows foggy and your cock begins to throb with arousal.

My forest is abundant in magical plants. They are everywhere. They are everywhere. They are everywhere. And you're breathing them all in, 'Absorbing the pheromone, feeling it in your mind, subsuming your free will, making you ache would need a desire.

I can't wait to take your cock, sweetie. I'm so very ready for it. For you. The forest comes alive around us. The wind picks up in my vines and earth themselves, quickly coiling around your ankle, rooting you in place as I fondle your cock, feeling it grow, in removing your clothing, together with the vines, I leave you naked in the blink of an eye.

Delicious space. From high up in the trees, more vines descent and grab on to your your hand holding you still. All naked and exposed. A dizzy, confused look on your face. Your mouth curling into a dreamy smile.

My pheromone is taking away your reasoning. Your inhibition. Your worry. Your memory. They bring you pleasure, excitement, arousal as you breathe it in and your skin absorbs my plant's nectar, Making you all nice and receptive, adjustable and open.

My hand rests on your cock. Rubbing, stroking, playing with it. Familiarising myself with it. Breathe the plant pheromones in, my sloth. Breathe them all in, All the way.

You can struggle if you want, but my vines aren't letting you go, not until I'm done with you. Breathe deeply and slowly and enjoy the sweet aroma of my drug. Feel it empty. Feel it empty. And notice how it engulfs your mind opening it up to suggestions, to new experiences, to my gentle Tration.

Open up, baby. Allow yourself to drop into a suggestible trance. A deep been relaxing trial. Listening and following and dropping down, down, down, you can feel the defenses of your mind crack, buckle, and fold, Leaving you wide open and helpless, exposed, eager for my words, eager for my hands, Eager to feel me inside of you. The spores of my plants are legion.

Caughtless so thing in the air that you can't possibly miss them. Can't miss them as you breathe them in, as you melt for me, as you become mine, all mine, because you are now. You see, it's generally a bad idea to accept help and gifts is from the Fey folk, especially from my kind, the Wood Fae. Accepting my help in return for a favor means that you, Omi, and I can ask for anything at all in return, the magic of the fae realm will make it happen no matter what the ask is And when you bit into my apple, you had destroyed any chance you may have had turning home. Now you're stuck here and completely dependent on the food I give you Because that's the only kind that can sustain you now, my little slut.

My little human, you're going to be so fun to play with. And when I asked you for your cock And you said yes. You had given it away. It's mine now, and I can do with it whatever I want. You see, the reason we're called wood fae isn't solely because we live in the, well, woods.

It's also because we make a habit of making cocks. Isn't that fun, baby? And as I've already told you, my little human, it's been a while since I had 1 to play with, so we're going to have some fun. So, so much fun. You're going to be my little slut, my weak, suggestible horny slut.

I finally allow the leaves covering my pointed hard nipples and my wet, needy pussy to drop. Your heartbeat picks up and you ache to taste me, to have me, to feel me, to feel me inside you, and you will, in just a moment, let me make a few adjustments means to better fuck my obedient little slut. The vines still hold you in place as I grab grab your cock hard with one hand and touch my pussy with the other. Closing my eyes, I call fall upon ancient transformation fey magic. You can feel your cock tingle as warmth spreads along its length through your ball and almost instantaneously.

It's gone. Gone. Gone. Your cock is gone. And where I once had a pussy, I now have your cock hard, Throbbing, twitching in anticipation and arousal where you once had a cock, you now have my pussy wet, slicked with arousal, feeling empty needing to be filled, needing to be fucked, is all that you can think about.

All that you care about care about care about. The longer you breathe in the pheromones of my forehead, The needier your pussy becomes, the more you want me to fuck you with your own cock. My good horny slut horny slut. And that's what you are now. You're just my weak little human slut, trapped here with me, in my world, my world, my world, and my power trapped and loving it, feel the almost physical sensation of desire wash over you.

That adamant need to be fucked like the slut that you are. My vines pull at you and bring you to the ground on your back, allowing your arms to go free, but holding you still nonetheless, you can't help but stare at the cock between my legs. At your cock. And you can't help but want to touch it. To worship it.

Feel it. I move closer, spread open my legs, and straddle your chest, my cock close to your face, my tits right above your head. You can't tear your eyes away from my hard, throbbing cock, almost forgetting that it's actually your own and that you're lusting after your very own cock right now. Such a perfect self indulgent slut for me. You've always wanted to suck your own cock, haven't you?

I know you have. Who hasn't? And you'll finally get the chance to do just that. Accept all the pleasure will be mine, as it should be, of course, staring at your own cock so very close to your face. You drool as you open your mouth, transfixed by the sight aroused by the prospect.

You reach out, unable to resist, and wrap your fingers around your cock. Well, my cock now, it throbs in your hand, pulsing with arousal. Slowly, you begin to stroke it up and down, feeling the shape of the cock, the texture, the blood coursing through it, it only makes you more horny, more needy, more foggy and obsessed with worshiping your own cock. Now be my slut, and open your mouth wider. Good.

Good. Just like that, I move your hand away and close in, sliding my cock inside of your cock hungry mouth, inside of you, slut, that first taste of your own cock in your own mouth is mesmerizing. You want to moan. You want to beg for more. You want it so bad.

You lick around the head of the cock, feeling the shape so completely, feeling my cock throb in your mouth, feeling it all as you continue absorbing my spores, my pheromones, I'm getting all that much hornier, hotter, and meatier. Good slut. I want you to moan every single time I call you a good slut and snap my fingers. You have no choice. You need to moan for me, you need to moan like the good slut that you are.

I push my cock deeper inside you and you suck can suck like a perfectly conditioned and mind controlled cocksucker because that's what you are right now, enjoying each and every second that you spend sucking my cock, licking it from base to tip, moaning like a good slut. Worship my cock, bitch. Worship your own cock, slut. Don't think you can't think. You can only suck.

You can only lick. You can only worship. You can only give in to the pleasure. Give up. Allow it to send waves of overwhelming pleasure across your entire body.

Waves and waves of submission coursing through your very nerve. Your muscles, your mind, and your thought, you are just pleasure now. Just horny, just arousal, just joy, just need and lust and desire. Moan louder for me, my obedient, good slut. That's it.

That's good. It feels so good, baby. Oh, I've really missed this. Really missed having a cock and feeling someone worship it with their needy mouths, you're doing so well. You're going to be doing a lot of this, I think, in the near future.

Perhaps in the far future too. I am not letting you go, needing to feel more. I grab your head, hold it still at an angle, move higher up your body, and thrust deeper inside your throat. As my vines returned to bind your hands, holding them to the ground, leaving you no room to be apprehensive Because you do begin to struggle as I deepthroat you and you start to gag each time I thrust deeper inside you. But you have no way to resist, no way to say no, no way to even turn your head.

All you can do is deep throat your own cock and moan like the perfect good slut you are for me. That's it, baby. Take it all. Not like you have a choice, but still, take it all for me. Take my cock.

Take your own cock. Taste the cock hunger in your mind grow in intensity. Feel it overcome your thoughts, your mind. Feel your body energize in arousal. In need.

A pressure filling your center. A pressure in your pussy because, yes, you have a pussy. A needy, throbbing pussy wet with arousal, wet with need. And you feel the warmth. You feel the tingles.

You feel the horny as you take my cock. Feel the throb of my cock and the throb of your pussy. I'll let you in on a little secret slut. I get to enjoy both the pleasure of your cock and the pleasure of my pussy, I get double the pleasure. Double the horny.

I'm so close to coming, but we're not done yet. So I slow down, pull my cock out of your mouth, and let you go, getting to my feet, I just stand there for a little while, stroking your cock with my own hand, enjoying the sensation, calming down a little but keeping myself on the edge. The vines still coiled around your legs and your arms. You can only but stare as I pleasure myself as I pleasure myself with your own cock, watching as it throbs in much the same way it had when you still owned it, except now, you can't feel it throb. You can only feel your pussy pulsate with arousal in need as you watch me play with the cock and as my other hand slides up my chest And I play with my nipple.

My hard little nipple. As you watch, my thighs slither across your body, one higher up your right leg, over your thigh, Teasing your clit, making you jerk and moan like the good slant lady you are. Feeling the pleasure race beneath your skin and across your flesh. Another vine beneath you, between your ass cheeks sliding between them, the tip just at the entrance to your house. Just hovering there.

It's a different kind of vine. It's really more like a tentacle, call, and it just rests there against your butt, between your cheeks, right at the entrance, enweighed like a predator. I think it's time I finally fuck you, don't you? Like, really, truly fuck your brains out, fuck you with your own cock. Allow you to experience what it feels like to be my slut in every sense of the word.

I take a few steps closer to you with my thighs. Spread your legs, bringing your is up and pulling your arms up and above your head. Perfect. All you can do is stare at your cock, a hypnotizing sight, making you feel weak and horny, needy, wanting it so very bad. Your mind is mine now.

All of your desires are mine now your cock is mine. Even your pussy is mine. Everything that you are is mine. So as I kneel down between your spread legs, my cock hard and throbbing, my chest heaving. You want nothing else but to be claimed I haven't told you this yet, but when a wood fae claims a subject, it's quite permanent and quite comprehensive.

When I enter you, when you feel my cock inside of you, you will also feel me inside your mind. Always. Always. I will will never leave again. I will remain in control.

My willpower molding you from the inside out as I mold your body to my liking. So moan for me as I close in, hold on to your hips and thrust inside you in one smooth move. My goodness. That's it. Perfect.

I start slow now. In and out, holding on to you tightly as I fuck you with your own cock. A cock that's now mine whenever I want it, whenever I feel like kid, it feels different, doesn't it, to be fucked in the pussy? To feel a cock deep inside you sliding in and out. To feel the shape, the heat, the throb.

To feel our arousal intermix and intensify. Moan for me, my submissive good slug. Feel the pleasure spread from your needy, pulsating pussy. Into your entire body and into your mind. Your mind.

Which is now mine, of course, all mine, completely and utterly mine to do with whatever ever, I desire, and I desire that you feel every single way the overwhelming, euphoric pleasure of being taken by your own umming, euphoric pleasure of being taken by your own cock of being claimed by the fay of becoming a thrall of mine. You can feel the cock thrusting inside you getting even harder. Throbbing even harder. Twitching and convulsing, I'm so close, but not yet. As I move a bit faster and you let the pleasure deeper inside you, as I feel the pleasure of fucking skin my guts.

What? The tentacle divide between your ass cheeks pushes into your all lubed up. All ready to fuck you in your ass and then fucking you in the pussy. Well, that's it. Perfect.

Moan louder for me, son. Moan now. Moan louder. The louder you moan, the better you feel. The more aroused you become.

The more you want my cock inside you, the more you want your own cock to fuck you. Feel me changing your mind bit by bit I thrust in and out. With each thrust, I thrust into your mind. And between the thrusts of my cock, you feel the thrust of the tentacle in your eyes. Between the 2, there is no second of reprieve.

There is only pleasure. Only horny. Only arousal. Only the electrifying sensations is weaving into your very existence. Pushing into you every possible pleasure that could be felt by a human like you.

And as I get closer and closer, my cock throbbing, the veins pulsing. My blood pumping. I want you to moan louder, my weak, good slut. Moan for me and relinquish your mind and your freedom. The sensations of the tentacle fucking your ass as I fuck your pussy are almost overwhelming.

The feel the For yourself. For yourself. A submission. A submission. The corruption of my fame.

Magic worming into your forms. Mind fucking you in much the same way I'm fucking you here. Right now. In the woods. With your own cock.

And as you moan again, moan for me, bitch. Moan louder and enjoy how it feels to let go so completely. And as you moan for me, as you break under my assault, another tentacle slithers from behind your neck, curling around and easily invading your mouth, the throat, you can feel it pulsate just like the one in your ass, you can feel it vibrate and throb just like a cock. Just like this cock. Like my cock.

Or, well, Yours, in a small forgotten way, breathe deeply, slowly. Absorb the pheromones in the air, the spores of my plants, the drugs of my tentacle, my fae magic working on your brain, Changing you. Corrupting you. Transforming you. Making you a receptacle for pleasure and unwilling to resist.

Unable to resist. Eager to obey. To submit. To feel my cock inside you. Pushing into you, changing you.

Moan for me. Moan for me. Slap. No resistance. No hesitation.

Only desire. Only lust. Only pleasure. Mm-mm. Moan again.

My thrall. My slut. My obedient human plaything. My submissive human pet. You are mine now in mind and in body.

Accept it. Embrace it. Rejoice in it as I thrust into you harder, faster. My cock throbbing harder. My blood pumping faster.

Your pussy is so very wet. So very needy. You need to feel me deeper inside you. It's a strange thing to say, but my pussy feels so very, very good. So very tight.

So very perfect. I'm so close, baby. So close to coming inside. The tentacle in your ass, I'll say, twitches. It's so close.

Yes. Was my tentacles more than just feel like cocks. They basically are. You are, in fact, being fucked by the forest right now. By both me and the woods.

When I come, the forest will too. My tentacles inside of you will come. They will fill you up. The one in your throat. The one in your eyes.

And, of course, my cock. When I come, so will you. I know this because I know my own pussy, I know what it means. I know how to pleasure it. I know it all, my good slut.

So when I come, when the tentacles come, filling you with this seed, so will you. And you will come in a way you've never done so before. You will feel it across your whole body. In every single limb, every single nerve, every toe and every finger, every thought and every cell, every neuron, every memory, it will be like a full bodied orgasm, But better. Because it will be my pussy.

And my pussy is magical, baby. So notice how the pressure begins to build deep within you, how it spins into power from that place of pure pleasure, pure arousal. Pure need. Getting closer now as I get closer. As the tentacles get closer.

Harder, throbbing, pulsating, vibrating. Oh, minds are coming closer. Mind subsuming yours, controlling yours, taking ownership of yours. You can feel it happening more and more the closer I get to orgasm. The closer you get to orgasm.

When we come, your mind will become part of my willpower. You will become in all things my thrall, a captive here for all eternity. An eternity for the fae is a long time. I will snap my fingers and call you a good slut 5 times on the 5th and final time, I will come. My tentacles will come, and you will come.

So, 1, be loud, good slut, and moan for me as you feel the orgasm closing in. Your pussy feeling hotter, wetter, throbbing with the temper of my thrusts. My cock Inside of you, my tentacles fucking you relentlessly in the ass. Your needy ass. Your throat.

Your slutty throat. 2, submit forever to the fae, my lost little good slut. Feel the pressure build. Feel tingled in every limb, every nerve, every cell. As if my cock were fucking your mind, And you felt it in your very being.

Your mental and physical existence. 3. Almost there, my good slut. Moan and accept your destiny, your future, your submission, your corruption, your servitude. I thrust faster.

The tentacles fucking your ass. And your throat thrust faster, Building up to their orgasm. So close. So close. Oh, so very close.

The pressure building. Feel it now. Slap. As if you are on the very, very, very edge the mind blowing, world altering orgasm. One which will shoot through your whole being.

Every part of your body and your mind, four, so very close now, my submissive good luck. On the next snout, you will come as I come inside of you. As my cock comes inside of your pussy filling you, claiming you once more as my tentacles come inside your needy eyes and your slutty mouth, filling you with a seed. A seed which will enslave you to this forest and to me in all the way, in every way, across all the universes, across time. When next I snap my fingers, we will come together, and you will experience an orgasm a human never had before because it will be a magical Magical fae orgasm.

Sensations filling your body, gorgesing across your flesh, your mind, your thoughts. As if every part of your body becomes a source of orgasmic pleasure and eruption. And 5, come as I come, my enthralled good Come. Come and feel me come inside you. Warm, hot, wet, and unforgiving.

You feel your whole body light up in pleasure as I cum inside your pussy, as my tentacles come inside your ass, beside your throat. Within seconds, you're a mess leaking from your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. You dirty, dirty slut. Look at you. Come for me with your whole body.

Let the orgasm stretch, come back, and let the orgasm keep going and keep building. Let the pressure continue building and building throughout your entire body. It doesn't end. It only gets better and better and better. Let yourself go as your orgasm picks up pace and you feel it fill every corner of your existence, your body and your mind ride it out as you feel the tentacle in your mouth recede, leaving your mouth and throat full of its seed.

Feeling it absorb into your flesh, becoming I'm eating 1 with you. And the 1 in your ass slides right out. You leak and moan for we spent, used, fucked in every which way, my cock's still inside you. Still throbbing. Itching.

Fey magic is a wonder. I can come again and again and again. No need to rest. No need to wait. I can just thrust again and come again.

And so can you. So feel it build again. Feel the orgasm build again. And when I snap my finger, you will come again with my cock inside you. With your cock inside you.

So be my good slut and cum for me again. And submit your soul to the world of the Fae. Embrace corruption. Embrace the mind control. Embrace the forest, the words, the magic.

Accept the orgasm as my good slut as you come again. Again and again as I come again and again. As you feel my tentacles slither right back inside of you, inside your needy ass, in your slutty throat, and thrust into you once more, again and again, not giving you a chance to rest or to think, only to accept that you are now and forever, my good slut who comes again and again. Who enjoys being fucked by my cock, by your cock, who enjoys being played with by the tentacles of the forest of the woods. That's all you want now.

Just a plaything. A toy, a thrall, a pet of the fay, the wood fay. Hey. Isn't that right? My perfect good slum.