Honeymoon Manor Ch. 00

Aaron wanted to protest, but Mab's wings were beating so fast, he couldn't concentrate on what he was about to say. He knew he needed to let her hypnotize him, but... he wanted to be clear. "I'm not..." he whispered, struggling for the words, "...not my faulmmMMM!!"

Mab had popped the lollipop right back into his mouth. She clasped her hands behind her back, flitting from left to right as she inspected him. "Quiet, silly," she said, rolling her eyes. "Didn't I say I needed to hypnotize you? Talking distracts you from my smooth voice, my soft, soft voice."

She flittered back and forth, a wide, slightly patronizing smile on her face. "And this good boy clearly can't get enough of my pretty lights," she cooed. "So let's talk about them. Aren't they sparkly? Don't they just dazzle you?"

"Mm..." The lollipop's strawberry-and-ginger flavor was actually pretty tasty. Mab was so pretty.

"That's right." Mab sighed. "Geez, you're already basically under. You can't even look away from my tits! Soooo easy."

Aaron hadn't even realized he was staring at her tits until she told him he was, but now he couldn't seem to look away. He licked his lips. Mab's breasts were large for her minute size, almost the size of her head. They jiggled with clear weight as she flew about.

"I saw that!" she cooed, flying closer. She reached up and played with one of her nipples, watching his cock with delight. "You're getting so horny. And so hard! Geez. You could practically cum just by looking at me, I bet."

"Nn..." Aaron shifted slightly. Mab had seen just how bad his arousal was getting. He was somehow already back up and ready for more. And that was a bad thing to be. A bad idea. A bad... a bad thing. No matter how needy he was getting.

"Oh, come on!" Mab let out high-pitched peals of laughter that echoed throughout the small room. Aaron wanted to shift, wanted to beg her to be quiet, but all he could do was suck and listen and look. "How are you getting harder? I'm not even touching you! Is just staring at my sexy curves enough to break you, boy?" She jiggled her breasts together again, giggling. "'Cause if you can't even resist this, you'll never make it away from this place! If you're getting horny now, gosh, you must be so, so eager to submit."

"Mm." Aaron s eyes were locked on her jiggling breasts now, as colors suffused his vision. His cock twitched every time she touched them. Her sultry tone wasn't helping.

"First you cum from a fairy just untying you," Mab whispered, her whole body swaying back and forth, like reed plants bobbing against the breeze. "Now you're practically cumming from just watching me. But you can't touch yourself, can you?"

She flew down and started to mess with the ropes binding his hands. He stared down at her, following her as she settled on his hand and looked up at him. "You can't even think about it," she moaned. "'cause that's cheating. You're gonna keep your hand away, cause you know you can't handle that. Your cock is so ready, just a single touch would have you cumming, right?" Her eyelashes fluttered.

"Mm..."

She slowly undid the knots on his right hand, eyes locked on his. "Your hands might be free," she whispered, "but you're not gonna be able to tell the difference, are you? You're too brainless and horny right now. And so, so sleepy."

As she flew over to untie his left hand, Aaron found that he couldn't quite move his right. He couldn't see any ropes on it, but something... stopped him. His mind just couldn't seem to quite connect the will to move to the actual motions. His eyes trailed after Mab, eying her pert ass as she bent down over his ropes.

"I know you're staring at me," she sang, giggling. "Silly boy. You really shouldn't. You're so horny, just staring at me is too much." She spun around, flying back up to him. "You're just so horny," she said, rolling her eyes, "I bet you couldn't last a single kiss without cumming. You're just rising to the edge looking at me, aren't you? So close."

Her voice was so soft, and so smooth, so husky and dripping-wet with suggestion. She practically moaned each word, just pouring the ideas into his increasingly weakening mind.

"Mm!" Aaron wanted to beg her for mercy, to show he yielded. Because he really couldn't take it. Mab's cruel games were actually getting dangerously close to bringing him over the edge, but he was powerless to warn her.

"Oh, yeah?" Mab seemed to take his moan as a denial. She cupped each of her breasts in her hands, gently jiggling them together. "Wanna prove it?"

"Mm!" He weakly shook his head as his cock started to throb. Mab flew closer, head cocked, using her hands to make her breasts swing and bounce in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. "Mm! Mmm!"

Mab considered him a moment, apparently uncertain. She licked her lips. For a moment, Aaron thought she was really about to make him cum just for the sake of her twisted entertainment.

But the moment passed, and Mab sighed and shrugged. His heart flooded with gratitude and relief. "Oh, fine." She started to fly backwards. "Let's get you all untied and out of here before you cum your brains out like the big, horny stud you are."

And as the fey said this second half, she let go of her breasts and left them fall back down.

It was like they fell in slowmotion, gradually falling and bouncing. At the same time, the colors unfortunately seemed to flare—or maybe he just thought they did, because of how turned on he was.

He tried to block the reflex at seeing this, but he was too relaxed, too thoroughly tranced.

And he came.

Aaron cried out in tormented bliss, the lollipop slipping from his lips. He couldn't help it. His whole head buzzed in utter pleasure as he came, ropy streaks of cum shooting out. One nearly hit Mab head-on. For a moment, orgasm and afterglow suffused him. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. No orgasm had ever felt quite so wonderful to him.

Then the terror truly set in, and this was for for two reasons. First, he was now only one orgasm from the curse taking effect. And who knew what he and Mab would run into on the way out?

Second, a chorus of giggles reached his ears as three familiar fairies zoomed up from where the lollipop had hit the floor, illuminated by their own soft lights. The last one up was the redhead, who now held the lollipop with a sly grin.

Still dazed from Mab's hypnosis, Aaron looked nervously up at Mab.

The bubbly savior was gone. So was the bratty girl who'd teased him. The Mab that smiled back at him had become sly and sultry. She arched one eyebrow. "Oops," she said, her red lips forming a perfect 'o', "did I do that?"

"He wanted it," hissed the redhead, tossing Mab the lollipop. The three fairies massed around the cock.

"He loved it," sang another fairy, as she began to slowly kiss and lick Aaron's cock head. Her mouth was small, but her touches expert. And combined with the other two, the effect quickly became overwhelming—ticklish wet little touches that drove him mad with desire.

"Mm." Mab flew up to Aaron, beaming ear to ear. "Well, he sure did. Was it worth it?" She flew a bit closer, pursing her lips. "I hope it was worth becoming a vacant vessel. You came twice, sweet boy..." She raised the lollipop to her lips. "And I think you're gonna come again."

She gave the lollipop a slow, sensuous lick.

Aaron couldn't help but moan, loudly, as he felt a long phantom tongue run over his length. Her lollipop had become some sort of... conduit, and her lick felt amazing. It was like a human tongue.

It was too much. This, added to the tiny touches, was excruciating. He struggled to hold on, panting and whimpering.

"Aw." She smirked. "Are we trying to resist now?" She planted a fond kiss on the lollipop. Aaron shook as he felt a pair of lush lips kissing right on the head of his cock, wet, adoring. "A little late, my good boy!"

"Mab," he whispered, "p-please..."

"Oh, come on." Mab rolled her eyes. "Count yourself lucky, Aaron! It could be worse." She waggled her eyebrows as she licked again. "Or better."

Aaron trembled as the fairies below formed a cluster around his cock, gyrating their whole bodies around his tingling cock. They were rapidly building him back up.

"Ooh, I know what you're wondering. How could it be even better?" Mab pouted, thinking hard as she licked and kissed. "Mm... what if you'd cum to the Fairy Queen, and not some lowly servant?"

Aaron started panting. Mab's licks and kisses were expert and directed, just as the fairies' touches were sloppy and hungry.

"Look on the bright side," Mab cooed. "The Fairy Queen can be so, so greedy. Sometimes she just takes pets and locks them in rooms just so nobody else ever gets to... mm... play with them." She licked and kissed, then momentarily straddled the lollipop and ran it over her wet slit. Aaron moaned louder as the sensations built and built, stacked onto the growing need to submit, to obey, to cum.

"And then," Mab whispered, and she was starting to pant, too, "sometimes she just uses her pets for a l-little while, and then... discards them. Just gives them away as toys."

Her colors flashed brighter, and Aaron almost came right then. He was barely holding on, panting and wheezing as the pleasure overwhelmed his every thought. "If you'd cum to her... gee, you'd be her little horny plaything for all time! At least if you're just a toy for all the fairies, you'll be cumming all the time!" She fluttered her eyelashes. "They love playing with humans. You'll never be lonely again!"

Aaron writhed and moaned as she started to lick the lollipop faster. These attentions were torturous. Was he really doomed to this forever? Would he have to hold out forever? It sounded like hell. He felt his resistance slipping as he imagined being these fairies' toy for the rest of his days...

No! He had to hold on. His hands were free, if only he could shake off the suggestions. He struggled against the compulsion. Had to move his hand. Had to move it. Had to...

"There's only one problem," Mab cooed, her eyelashes batting as she flew closer. She gave the lollipop a long, long lick that made Aaron almost scream, the phantom tongue lapping wetly at his cock head. He let out a hoarse, wretched moan with the sheer effort of containing his orgasm. And he knew Mab could see how hard he was struggling.

"You see..." Mab said, giggling, "I'm the Fairy Queen, sweetie."

Aaron barely understood her words. He was whimpering, whining, his every thought focused on resisting, on holding back his climax, on moving his hand—moving his hand—

Queen Mab smirked. "Girls, get off him."

The fairies below fell away instantly. Aaron groaned, half-in relief, half in disappointment as his cock was left barren.

"You're pretty stubborn," Queen Mab observed, her eyes sparkling with mystical power. She smiled down at his hand, which, Aaron realized, had made it all the way to his waist. "I love the stubborn ones."

So there was hope. Aaron could resist. Aaron took a deep breath, rallying all his willpower—

"Aaron, my good boy," Mab said sweetly, "why don't you finish yourself off for Mistress?"

And Aaron's fingers wrapped around his cock. He stared at Queen Mab in horror, understanding slowly setting in. He tried to mouth the words to beg for mercy, but he could no longer remember them. He could only manage three now. "Yes, my Queen."

Queen Mab smiled triumphantly. She began to stroke herself, her eyes narrowing to a pleasured squint. "Mm... go on, good boy. Cum for me. Cum it all away.

"You're going to be a very, very good boy now."

~~~~

The marketplace post-Harvest Festival was one of Felix's favorite places to be in the fall. For him, it was located within that perfect sweet spot between "crowded and noisy" and "lonely and dull". The town was still bustling, but all the primary goods had been sold, so this was the time for selling off the last bushels of produce before it all went bad.

It was now that the sketchiest peddlers—the ones who hadn't been allowed into the proper Harvest Festival—reigned supreme. All around loomed gaunt women with skull masks, crouched spindly men with hands the size of their feet, and all sorts of other curious characters selling their equally curious wares.

For Felix, it was a steady stream of delights. Felix had once been a squire/locksmith/farrier/all-around handyman for a knight named Sir Valiant, who had been a bit too good at befriending the wrong nobles and a bit too poor at keeping secrets and a lot too poor at actually fighting.

It was illustrious connections such as these that had eventually propelled Felix into the socially bankrupt profession of "wandering adventurer", a job that required a lot of odd shopping trips. And Felix loved curiosities.

He made his way through the market, eyes bright with wonder as he glanced over the myriad wares on display. Longsword jingling in its oversized scabbard (he was saving up to buy one that fit), he approached one stall that particularly caught his fancy. This stall was made entirely from silks—he couldn't even tell if there was a wooden frame, though surely there had to be one, right?—and bore thousands of colorful gemstones sewn into the cloth.

The woman manning the silken stall was even more beautiful. Her skin was very pale, and her hair, done up in an elaborate pinned bun, was a bright, shimmering cyan. A small pair of spectacles perched upon her nose, framing glittering red eyes. She was dressed in loose billowy silks that somehow simultaneously revealed ample cleavage and almost totally concealed her true form.

Stitching on the front of the stall read, Vala's Expanse.

"Good morning!" Felix said politely, tipping his boater cap. He marveled at the woman's strange appearance, though in fairness, he probably looked just as strange: Dark-skinned, with curly red hair and bright hazel eyes, Felix stood nearly seven feet tall. His backpack was far too large for what it carried—merely a waterskin and his tinkering supplies—and jangled with every step he took like he was wearing sleigh bells. He dressed in practical leathers, though the faded symbol of his late master, a feathered star, still lingered on his chest.

"To you as well," the strange woman said, flashing him a smile. "Would you care to sample my wares?" She gestured to a display of beautiful and eclectic jewelry. "Perhaps you have someone... special in your life who would appreciate them?"

Felix was enraptured. He leaned down, peering at a necklace that was especially gorgeous. It bore a brilliant emerald woven within a very fine silver mesh. "No, no," he said absently. "Just an adventuring companion. I mean, I guess Ricard might like something, but... well, I can't possibly afford this." He smiled up at her. "I'm just perusing today."

"Oh, what a shame." Vala arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure? My prices are quite affordable."

"Oh, really?" Felix didn't have any money, but he was curious. "How much is this?" He gestured to the emerald necklace.

"Mm." Vala's smile widened. "You have a discerning eye, my sweet.This..." and she picked up the necklace by the chain, dangling it before her face, "is the Eye of Ariadne. You see the fine webbing that traps the emerald within?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, you do," she purred. "You see how the emerald dangles, how it catches the light, itself caught fast by the shiny, shiny web? Caught fast. Caught fast. Like a helpless little fly."

"Yes," Felix said, puzzled. The emerald was quite pretty, though. "So how much is it?"

"Ooh, I think you'll find my rates very... flexible." She giggled. "Isn't the necklace pretty? Doesn't it draw your eye in? Isn't it positively... bewitching?"

"Oh, yes." Felix nodded eagerly. "It's very pretty. But how much does it cost?" He was getting pretty curious, now, and when he got stuck on a question, he pretty much couldn't think about anything else until it was answered.

There was a pause. "Oh, numbers are so hard to keep track of," Vala cooed. The necklace started to sway like a pendulum. Felix's eyes tracked it as it swung back and forth before him. "Don't they just... twist... and writhe... in your poor, confused mind? Isn't it so exhausting? If only there was some other way to pa—"

"Oh, do you have trouble with math?" Felix nodded sympathetically. "I used to hate it, too, but we had to take classes to become proper locksmiths. It's not so bad once you get into—" He broke off and bit his lip. "Oh, sorry, I interrupted you! Go on."

Vala stared at him. Felix wasn't very good at judging people's motives, but she seemed flustered. "... what?"

"You know, I'm surprised you have trouble with it." He cocked his head. "You must be pretty good at your job to have acquired all of this beautiful jewelry. Just not into math, huh?"

She was silent another moment, licking her lips. "... Perhaps," she said, batting her eyelashes, "you would like to hear the story of how I came upon this particular treat."

The necklace dangled back and forth before her gleaming red eyes.

"Oh, that sounds very interesting." Felix smiled politely. "But I honestly just really want to know the price first. It's going to be a bee in my bonnet all day otherwise!"

She stared at him. The necklace's swinging slowed. "What is wrong with you?" she whispered.

Felix frowned. "Excuse me? I didn't think wanting to know the price was so rude. What kind of merchant are you, anyways?"

"... I, um..." She rubbed her eyes, setting the emerald down again. "I-I'm sorry, this usually works. I don't know what..."

Felix sniffed the air, and his eyes lit up. "Maple! Someone's selling something with maple syrup in it." The curiosity about the necklace's price still nagged at him, but he was starting to get the sense that this was some sort of scam, and the smell of candy never failed to distract him from one of his fixations. He bowed and tipped his hat again. "Sorry, Miss Vala, I need to be on my way. Good luck with your sales, though! You should invest in some price tags."

"... sure."

Felix strolled off, sniffing the air, now in hot pursuit of maple candy.

~~~~

Felix was descended from a long line of witch hunters.

Felix was not a witch hunter.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in magic. He understood, intellectually, that magic was obviously real. But his family's powerful immunity to almost all forms of it—including enchantment and hypnosis effects—made it a bit hard to take magic totally seriously. He just couldn't shake the sense that most of it was really smoke and mirrors. It didn't help that he had a tendency to fixate on details and tune out the broader picture of things. This had led him to break from family tradition and go into locksmithing, and later, adventuring.

He munched happily on his maple fudge as he made his way back to the inn where he and Ricard were staying. Aside from one oddly rude merchant, this had been a good day.

As he walked by Vala's stall, Felix noticed two women perusing the woman's glittering wares. He paused, still a bit curious. Maybe he could see how much they paid. The compulsion was lessened, now, but he couldn't help but wonder. Just how "reasonable" were these prices?

But the woman weren't buying anything just yet. They seemed remarkably absorbed in the very same necklace he'd been looking at—and before his eyes, Vala picked it up and started to wave it in front of them.

The first woman, a pretty blonde, swayed in place. The other, a brown-skinned brunette, was leaning closer and closer. Their eyes were both gleaming green as they stared at the swinging necklace. Vala seemed to be whispering something to them, and before his eyes, Felix saw the brunette subtly sticking her hand beneath her pants. The blonde started to pant.