The Story of a Lifetime Ch. 03

He slammed forward again, sliding his throbbing member through my slick hole. Still he hammered, and another hard throb brought forth a burst of heat as his hard cock released a load of his seed.

The pounding, the throbbing, the sudden warmth - it was all too much. I arched up my back and cried out into the night again as another wave of pleasure crashed over my body.

"Yes, yes, yes," I could distantly hear myself saying as he drove himself hard into me and pumped forth another huge wave of his cum. Then his lips were on mine again. He kept bucking his hips, pounding into me over and over, and with each press I felt another eruption of his orgasm. I moaned into his lips, bucking and twitching as the wave of pleasure boiled down my limbs.

Then I was slowly coming down from my orgasm, but he still wasn't finished. Again he pressed against me, and again I felt him pulse and throb. He pulled my lip into his mouth, gently nibbling it as his climax raged on.

He pressed himself as hard against me as he could, twitching bodily as his shaft expanded and contracted. I felt another wave of cum, and another. I had lost track of the waves and spurts, lost in my own pleasure, but knew it was far more than I would have imagined. It seemed like he had already unloaded more than two orcs combined.

My hands drifted down his body as I felt him buck against me and pump again, again. My hands rested on his hips, feeling his twitching as his body twitched against me as he scattered his seed and desperately tried to propagate. I bucked my hips against him slightly, automatically, trying to pull his jerking member even further into me.

Twitch, pump. His thick heat pushed into me still, and I felt pressure building inside me as the fluid filled me to capacity. The tip of him was directly against my innermost barrier, and he bombarded my cervix with as much of his seed as he could.

Twitch, pump. Another small thrust, and another burst of cum.

Twitch, pump. Our juices spilled out around the point of our connection, and I felt the hot fluid starting to dribble down my ass. His lips were fiercely pressed against mine, claiming me with his kiss, and I shuddered at the overwhelming sensation.

Twitch, pump. Surely he must be nearly finished; he had no doubt fully inseminated me. On the tail of that thought, the sudden realization hit me that I could very easily end up pregnant. The thought had been distantly at the back of my mind before, but in this moment it was like a blazing sign at the forefront of my consciousness. His cock throbbed again, and I could vaguely feel the stream of cum pouring into my waiting receptacle and spilling out of me as the pressure increased.

Twitch, pump. His body pressed hard against mine, keeping me from moving. Not that I wanted to. He was in an animalistic trance, focused on nothing more than holding me still while he bred me.

Finally, a couple smaller pulses brought the last dribbles of his seed forth, pushing into my body. Then, we were still. There were no sounds in the forest but our combined panting, as if nature herself had stopped to watch us.

"Wow," I finally broke the silence. "That was... a lot."

He lifted himself up just a little to look me in the face, a dopey grin on his. "I haven't had that much fun in... a good long while."

"I'm glad it was good for you too," I told him.

He pulled back slightly, and I felt his shaft slip out of me. There was an almost audible glug as fluid started immediately seeping from me.

"Pardon me," I told him, and pushed myself shakily to my feet. My knees were weak and my legs were trembling, but I managed to work myself around to the far side of the tree. I squatted down and relieved myself, then took a moment to watch in awe and revulsion as thick ropes of cum dribbled out of me. "Fuck," I whispered to myself, watching his seed slowly empty out of me into a growing pool on the ground.

With that done, I made my way back to my makeshift tent, and took a damp towel and cleaned myself up. Pux was leaned against a tree, smiling like the cat who got the cream. Or rather, I suppose it was me who got the cream. Either way, he watched me with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

I groped around the grass until I found where I'd discarded my pants, and pulled myself into my underwear. As I was settling onto my sleeping roll, I saw him pick up his pipes and bring them to his lips.

"Oh no," I told him, pointing a finger in his direction. "I am tired, and damn sore. There is no way I'm up for another one of your 'songs'."

He just smirked, and put the pipes to his lips. I frowned at him as the first few notes drifted out, but he paid me no mind.

The tune was different this time. It was slow, like the last one had started, but had less drive or need to it. The song drifted slowly into the night, swirling around us.

"I'm too tired to argue with you tonight," I told him around a yawn. "But we'll have a talk about this in the morning." Still he played, and I felt more comfortable than I had any right to on a cold rainy night like this. I settled deeper into my sleeping roll, and frowned in his direction. "Are you playing a lullaby? You sneaky little..."

I awoke the next morning feeling groggy and a little crusty. Was last night just a dream, or did I actually fuck the very first fey I met?

I looked around blearily, and sure enough I found him. Pux was leaning back against the tree, snoring gently, looking for all the world like he belonged right there. I shook my head to clear the fog, and slowly got up. For all that I was groggy, I felt well-rested and rejuvenated. Was it the sex or the lullaby that gave me such a deep sleep?

"Probably both," I muttered to myself as I pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and pants, then started tucking things into my bag.

I turned around to pull the towels off of their line, and found Pux smiling up at me.

"Morning, lass," he said, looking far too chipper. "Are we off, then?"

"We?" I sighed and shook my head as I pulled the last few things into my bag, and started untying my tarp.

"Sure, why not?"

I thought about it for a moment. Was traveling with a Satyr a particularly good idea?

As I debated this, he took the other side of the tarp, and between the two of us we got it unhooked and rolled up in no time.

"We can walk together for a ways," I conceded. "I'm heading South, towards the center of the Old Woods."

He stopped short, then chuckled. "That's not South of here."

"I have a reliable map which says it is."

"Care to show it to us, lass?"

I frowned at him and set my bag down, fishing around for my carefully folded map. I found it, and spread it out to show him. "I started here," I said, putting my finger over the approximate spot in the road where Davor and I parted ways. "I've been following my compass due South for about two full days of walking, which is probably almost thirty miles, so that should mean I'm here."

He looked down at my finger, which was situated right at the edge of the darkly shaded region labeled "The Old Woods", and shook his head. "Not quite."

The satyr took hold of my hand, and gently nudged it over some distance to the East.

"No, that's impossible," I told him, staring at the spot where he said I was now. "I've been going due South. Not only is that way off course, I couldn't possibly have walked that far of a distance in the time I've had."

"Lass," he looked me right in the eyes, "are you standing in front of an honest-to-the-gods fey, telling him you know the faerie woods better than he does?"

Heat trickled up my neck and I blushed, then looked away.

He chuckled again, dispelling the tension. "These woods don't work like the ones you're used to. Not just anyone is allowed in. If you followed that compass of yours absolutely perfectly, you'd probably end up making a circular journey all the way around the woods, coming back to where you started without ever crossing the middle."

I frowned, contemplating that. It made some amount of sense, and explained why the exact location of the Old Woods was up for debate, and why some people searched for years without ever finding a single member of the fair folk.

"I think that means I'm lost," I told him.

He burst out laughing, and my blush deepened.

"Tell you what, lass. Why don't you let me lead for a bit, we'll travel the day and rest in my home, then make sure you're on the right course?"

Looking down at my useless map again, I sighed, then packed it away. "Lead on."

Pux took the lead, and we followed criss-crossing deer trails (satyr trails?) through the forest. My compass told me we were going due North, but I knew we weren't going the direction I had come from. I finally admitted that I would never have found my way through here by myself.

"You wouldn't have ever made it into the Old Woods, you know," he told me. "They're sort of... closed for business."

"How on earth do you close a whole section of a forest?"

"Magic, lass."

As we walked he explained the basics of faery politics to me. I quickly learned that everything I knew about the fey was approximately fifty percent accurate. Currently there was a power struggle of sorts, so the fey lords closed off their borders to keep interlopers out until they had time to put their affairs in order.

"I live on the outskirts of the Old Woods," he told me, "so I'm not really part of this enforced isolation. I prefer to live close enough to the homeland to get news from time to time, but near enough to the mortal lands that I can meet outsiders."

We walked for the whole morning, pausing around noon to eat some of my dried dense bread with a side of berries that he'd found. By the early afternoon we were following a river that he promised was safe to drink from.

He found a second stream feeding into the first, and we followed this one upstream. It wasn't too long afterwards that the path opened up into a large clearing.

I stopped short, gaping. The stream was evidently fed by a small pool of brilliant clarity. Around that pool were a handful of moss-covered stones, and a clearing full of the most beautiful wildflowers I'd ever seen. The smell of honeysuckles and roses hit me, followed by that of lavender and fresh fruit. The trees around the edges of the clearing were packed in so tight that they created almost a solid wall all the way around the gentle paradise. A few trees stood inside the main clearing, and beside one of them was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

"Ilaira," Pux said from beside me, making me jump in surprise, "I'm home."

He moved forward at a quick pace, and the woman turned to look at him and smiled. The force of the smile was so intense that it nearly bowled me over. Her lush, beautiful lips were set with a sweet cupid's bow, her flowing black hair looked as soft as silk, her smooth and unblemished caramel skin led down to perfect contours left visible by the diaphanous, translucent robe she wore. Each feature of her was perfect in its construction, but still the whole was somehow more beautiful than any part of her, and I stood there staring at her.

Pux and the lady, evidently Ilaira, met in the middle of the grove and embraced. I watched them kiss, and couldn't help but admire the perfect duality - his muscular, hair body beside her gentle curves.

When their kiss broke, somewhere between a second and an eternity later, she turned to look at me. "But who is your friend?"

Pux turned back to me and smiled, holding out a hand for me to join them. "This lovely young lady is Amaranthea," he declared as I walked forward, dreamlike. "Amaranthea, this is Ilaira, mistress of this glade, and the love of my life."

I blinked again, trying to sort some things into order. Belatedly, I remembered my manners. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ilaira."

She smiled, and I nearly staggered back at the sheer perfection and beauty of it. "Lovely to meet you, Amaranthea."

A sudden hand on my shoulder jolted me out of my reverie, and I looked over to see Pux grinning at me. "Don't worry about it, Lass," he said in his lilting, sing-song voice. "She has that effect on people. She is a nymph after all."

I smiled shyly, still feeling a blush on my cheeks. In stories, it was said that the sight of a nymph could either blind you or drive you mad. Looking at Ilaira, I understood how that could be.

The pair led me into the glade, and I appreciated having something to stare at other than Ilaira. The whole area was maybe fifty feet across, with an entire side taken up by the clear pool and the two streams that fed and drained it. The pool was probably ten feet across, and deeper than I'd expected at a glance. It was beside this pool that we stopped, and Pux beckoned me to sit.

As Ilaira passed beneath one of the glade's trees, she reached up into its boughs and pulled down three apples. One she passed to Pux, and another she held out to me.

I reached out to take it, then froze.

She sighed, looking every bit like an exasperated mother or school teacher watching a child do something silly. "I offer this freely, with no hold or lien, asking nothing in return." She said the words like she'd had to repeat them a hundred times, but still pronounced each word carefully. Contracts were not something the fair folk took liberties with.

"Thank you," I told her, taking the bright red fruit. The look on her face made me feel silly, but it was still better to be safe than sorry. Accepting food from faeries is tricky business.

We sat on the mossy stones beside the pond, and Pux pulled more berries out of his bag. He also pulled out a few small white flowers and gave them to Ilaira, who looked genuinely touched.

The nymph dipped her feet in the water as we ate the fruit, and she asked me the usual questions as she toyed with her new flowers. "The elven blood was on my father's side, but I didn't know him well," I answered. She asked how long I'd been traveling, and where I'd come from, but surprisingly didn't ask where I was going.

Maybe she understood well enough what it is to travel without a destination.

The food, just an apple and a handful of berries, was surprisingly filling. Maybe it shouldn't have been surprising, faery magic being what it is.

It was starting to grow dark, and conversation was winding down. It was Pux who rose first, stretching, then declared that he was going to go lie down. I watched him walk into a particularly thick patch of flowers and grass, pick and spot, and simply lay down there. I had no doubt that in this place the grass and dirt would make for a marvelous bed.

Ilaira rose a few minutes later, and gently took my hand in hers. She brought the back of my hand up to her face, and pressed the softest kiss on my knuckles. Her lips were plush, and hot, and the simple act sent goosebumps up my arms and down my back. "Goodnight," she simply said, then turned and left.

I watched her settle in near Pux, and he automatically rolled over and draped an arm over her midsection. I shivered, but it wasn't because of the temperature - it seemed like the glade never got too hot during the day or too cold at night. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I had gotten myself into this time.

I made my way slowly over to the area the two had chosen for a bed, and gently set my pack down. I laid down beside it, and found that the ground was every bit as comfortable as the pair made it look. I took my pillow from my bag, mostly out of habit, and settled into the soft grass. Overhead, the stars were all alight and clearer than I'd ever seen them. As I drifted off, I found myself wondering about the constellations - were they suddenly different than I remembered them being, or was I just tired?

I dreamed again. In my dream I awoke on a branch, and stretched my arms out to the sides. As I did, I realized that I had wings instead of arms. Looking down, I saw my legs had changed, and the rest of my body too; I was a bird! I flapped my wings in delight, and leapt off of my perch. I flew down, and slammed straight into a great metal bar. I looked around and saw another, and another, and another, and... with dawning horror I realized I was in a cage. I called out, asking for help, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a song. Great, looming silhouettes passed by beyond the bars of my cage, but no one stopped as I sang and sang for help.

I awoke with a gasp, and instinctively looked around me. The trees of the clearing did look kind of like walls, but there was enough space to simply walk between them, and the path we'd followed in seemed perfectly accessible. I wasn't trapped.

I looked over, and found Ilaira sitting up nearby, propped against a tree, watching me curiously. "Just a dream," I told her.

She smiled, and it seemed both sweet and sad. "Dreams only hold as much power over them as we allow."

"Well, I would just like it if they allowed me a good night's sleep."

She chuckled, and it was as sweet as a gentle breeze against summer leaves. "Come here."

I stood up instinctively, before I had even thought about the action, and made my way over to her. She sat beneath the tree, illuminated by the beams of moonlight that reached her through the boughs of the tree. Her translucent shawl almost seemed to glow, as if she were clothed by the moon's light itself.

She gestured, and I sat down beside her. With gentle hands on my shoulders, she pulled me over, and I let myself be moved. She settled my head on her lap, so her legs were a pillow beneath me and I looked up at her face and the stars above. She gently reached up with her fingers, running them through my hair as she smiled down at me.

The first touch of her hands on my scalp drew goosebumps, but the repeated motion was soothing. Lying there, head in her lap, I felt totally at ease. "Sleep, Amaranthea," she whispered as she stroked my hair.

I did.

Blinking awake the next day, I felt light and more refreshed than I had in weeks. I looked up and saw Ilaira's face above me, gazing serenely off into the distance, and realized I was still on her lap. Somehow, I didn't feel any pressing need to rectify that situation.

"Just look at you two fine things," Pux called from across the clearing. "You two look just as snug as can be."

I sat up slowly, feeling oddly sheepish.

"Are you going foraging?" Ilaira asked in her musical voice.

"Aye, love. I don't imagine I'll be gone more than a few hours." Ilaira rose and met him halfway, and the two kissed again, and again I was utterly stricken by the beauty of the scene. The early morning sun was gently shining on the two lovers, one wearing only the thinnest of white materials, and the other naked save for his fur. "Don't have too much fun," he said, a wicked smile on his face, before departing.

Ilaira watched the satyr go, and kept watching for a few moments longer. Then, with a sigh, she turned back to me and favored me with another one of her radiant smiles. "I think I'll take some time to bathe and swim this morning, will you join me?"

I took a moment to recover from the effect of that smile, and looked down at myself to find dirty nails and dusty arms. "I think that would be lovely."

She smiled again, and turned to the pool. Between one step and another she had her shawl undone, and by the next step it was off completely. She bent down and gently set it on a stone by the pool, and I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering as she moved. I let my gaze wander down along the lines of her back, the gentle curve of her ass, her legs. The diaphanous fabric had done little to conceal her body, but seeing her uncovered was... I searched my brain and could not come up with a single word to describe her beauty.

She stopped, water halfway up her waist, and turned back to me. "Are you not joining me?"