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Click hereAlban was happy to know that he would be fine. "Thank you," he said.
Elagwyn reached for his chest with a silk-clad hand. Would it be some kind of spell? Ritual? Any kind of visible magic? But, her hand didn't start glowing as he expected; she just slipped her hand under the blanket, and began to rub his bare chest. It was soothing and erotic; it felt good, but he tried to keep his hardening cock from growing erect. He didn't want to get hard in front of Elagwyn. But it was tough: she was the pinnacle of elven beauty, framed in beautiful golden sunlight...
Elagwyn rubbed his chest as she pulled the blanket off his body. Something in her eyes was... lustful? What was she doing?
"Don't worry, Alban," she said. "No need to be embarrassed. It's the opposite, really; I want to make you hard and horny, so I can draw the poison out with an orgasm."
Alban was a little startled. His cock throbbed as Elagwyn rubbed his chest, and she pulled the blanket all the way off of him, exposing his now hard cock to the open air. Was this orgasm treatment real magic? He had never heard of it. But, he didn't protest; Elagwyn was supposed to be a wise ruler, so certainly this was necessary. He heard two women, probably elves, laughing about something upstairs.
Elagwyn ran her hand down from his chest and towards his hard cock, and brought her other hand down with it. Her gloved hands soon both came to his groin. They didn't touch his cock yet, but circled around it, teasing him. His heart rate quickened, and his erection grew harder, Did she have to tease him first for the healing to work? He didn't question it.
Her hands gripped around the base of his cock. It throbbed in her silk grip. Pleasure began to surge within him. Was this really happening? The queen of Rosenia was jerking him off. She gently squeezed his cock, and he felt it throb in her grasp. She slowly slid her hand up to the tip, then back down.
Elagwyn bent down, bringing her head closer to his as her hands continued to pump his cock. She released her left hand from his cock and tightened her grip with the other.
"Just don't worry," she said. "Your body will feel energized once more when this is done. It's just you and me here." A bead of precum emerged from the tip of Alban's cock, and it lubricated Elagwyn's silk-clad hand. Alban heard more laughter from above. What were they talking about? He wished they would quiet down, so that he could feel more alone with Elagwyn. At least nobody was outside; it was just the orange sun and the beautiful elven hills out there.
She leaned even closer to Alban. He could feel her warm breath. Her left hand reached around to the back of his head as her right hand pumped his cock, drawing out more precum and taking him closer to orgasm. With her left hand, she reached between his head and the pillow, rubbing his hair. It felt oddly comforting.
Then, Elagwyn brought her head even closer for a kiss: Alban had no idea if it was necessary, but his sluggish lips reciprocated. Her lips were sweet and warm, and tasted faintly of honey. He thought about the Fey Forest, and was happy to be out of there. The kiss sent a wave of arousal through him, only making his cock more aroused with every stroke. She kept her sweet lips on his, and kept the kiss going as she stroked his cock and rubbed the back of his head.
His cock climbed closer and closer to orgasm. Her pre-cum soaked, gloved hand stroked faster and faster. Alban let out a happy sigh. He was almost to orgasm. Elagwyn pressed her lips harder against his. Her silk grip tightened. Between the kiss and her hands, the arousal overwhelmed Alban as his cock reached the tipping point and orgasm came. Fiery pleasure surged through his cock, and it reached a wonderful peak as his cock began to twitch, shooting jets of cum into the air, on his body, and Elagwyn's gloves. And, every wave of pleasure, every twitch, every release of cum: it all made his body feel more awake and energized. She kept pumping his cock as he came, even as the orgasm began to die down, and the twitching of his cock grew slower and weaker.
Elagwyn slowed her stroking and lightened up on her kiss as the orgasm died down completely, and a strange, energetic relaxation came over Alban. But, his body still didn't feel completely awake yet; it was a little sluggish still. She released her lips and her hands from him, and leaned up. She stood next to him.
"Feeling awake?" she asked.
"Almost," Alban said. There was more laughter upstairs. What was so funny? But, even though he had already came and his orgasm died down, his body was still starting to grow more and more awake, even though nothing was being drawn out of him.
"Don't worry, you'll be fully awake in a moment. Everyone has to stop dreaming at some point." The laughter kept going.
Dreaming? Fully awake? And now that he thought about it more, the laughter sounded familiar. The realization hit Alban as his body approached full wakefulness...
~~~~~ ~~~~~
Alban woke up and opened his eyes, this time for real. Snowdrop and Sundrop were sitting on a branch about ten feet above him, peering down at him. They were laughing, and laughing hard. Alban felt a wet, warm, sticky sensation in his pants, and extreme embarrassment shot through his mind. The lingering bliss from the dream was squashed under a whirlwind of other emotions, from anger to shock.
"He actually came!" Sundrop said, and her laughter went on.
Snowdrop managed to calm down. "Wow, I love dreambulbs," she said. "A loud snap, and boom! One sleeping idiot ready to have their dreams molded!"
"God dammit," Alban said as he rubbed his eyes. He sat up; his pants were soaked in cum. A lot of it. And the honey was still there too; his legs were a sticky mess.
"What?" Snowdrop said. "Didn't bring extra pants? You should always bring a spare!"
"Fuck you," he said. He looked around. His backpack was next to him, but he wasn't anywhere near the white flowers. How did they drag him over here?
"You could at least try to have fun with it," Snowdrop said. "If you're trapped in the Fey Forest, you might as well make the most of it! Lick some honey! Sing with some birds! Hug wild animals! The squirrels here are super friendly!"
Alban stood up. "Trapped?"
Just when Sundrop started to recover from her laughter, she let out another loud giggle. "He really doesn't know, does he?"
Snowdrop nodded at Sundrop, then looked back down at Alban. "Yeah. You've been trapped here for a while. I didn't trap you here, but hey, if you're right here, we might as well have fun with you!"
"How was I trapped? Can't I just turn around and leave?" Alban asked, a little louder than he intended. He wanted to throw something at them to get back at them for ruining his pants and embarrassing him, but they were his only source of information right now.
Snowdrop rolled her eyes. "It's a magic forest, so no. It's downhill in every direction, and trying to leave just takes you somewhere random in here. I like flying around that way and seeing where I end up! It's a good thing you found the magic hill that took you here to begin with. Otherwise, you would have been stuck going through the boring parts of the forest and to the boring elf kingdom! Come on, enjoy this place for a while! Maybe you can ask someone how to leave for real if you get bored."
"But do you know how to—"
Snowdrop interrupted Alban. "—Nah, I never bothered to ask anyone. And sorry, gotta go!" Snowdrop tugged at Sundrop's dress, then they both flew up into the canopy above.
"Wait, can you just—" But, they were already gone. The faint sound of their wings faded into the trees above, and Alban was left alone, covered in sticky fluids.
With nothing else to do, he found his compass, kept trekking west in search of a stream or lake to wash himself in, and was met with yet another downward slope. Was he really as trapped as they said? He hoped not. But, as he started his third long downhill climb, he began to feel as though the geography really had trapped him ages ago.
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Thank you for reading: I hope you enjoyed it. There will be another part in a few weeks, with more characters, more worldbuilding, etc. I also have other stories of various genres that you may like; check them out in the meantime!