Message-ID: <46054asstr$1072905003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <chaucer48@earthlink.net> From: chaucer48@earthlink.net (Chaucer48) X-Original-Message-ID: <20031231053829.22922.00001092@mb-m27.aol.com> X-Spamscanner: mailbox2.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 2.4/5.0 2.60) X-Spam-Level: Level ** X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 41839 hBVAcbs8056195 mailbox2.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 31 Dec 2003 10:38:29 GMT Subject: {ASSM} FAERIE-- a story by Geoff Chaucer (MF Mast. Cun) Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 16:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/46054> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw This is a story containing adult sexual material. If you are offended by such material please do not read this story. This is not your usual "poke, poke, squirt" kind of story and I would appreciate comments on it. Send comments to chaucer48@earthlink.net. Also, if you have stories to trade contact me. I am hardly the first to see the last moments of life as sexual in nature, with all the synapses firing in the last ditch effort to continue living. Many have called orgasm, "the little death." This is just a somewhat different take on both those ideas. This story is copyrighted and may not be re-printed without permission from the author. FAERIE By Geoff Chaucer The two soldiers met after the battle was finished, but their uniforms, blue and gray, dictated that they should continue the combat so, in the green gold spring of the year, in the dappled light of the woodland they fought, firing their weapons until they were empty and then attacking with bayonets and hands until the gray uniformed soldier, though mortally wounded himself, killed the blue uniformed soldier. He stood a moment over his fallen foe then threw down his weapon and put his hand to the pumping wound in his chest. He had seen such hurts before and knew that they were always mortal. He was amazed at himself for continuing to stand. He looked down at his enemy and said, "I'll see you again soon brother. When next we meet let us not fight, for I truly had nothing against you in this world and certainly not in the next." He turned away and took a few wobbling steps before falling into his last moments of life. He fell face down, but when he lay he turned his eyes enough to note that he had fallen into a faerie ring of creamy colored woodland mushrooms. The door to the land of Faerie - the childhood stories flickered through his death addled mind. C'nedra, Dryad princess of the woodland, stood looking down at the soldier laying half in and half out of the portal to the land of faerie. She was a wonderfully shapely, long legged girl dryad, quite naked save for a woodbine string hung about her waist with an enchanted flint dagger in a leaf sheath depending from it. She might have been mistaken for a somewhat smaller than normal human girl of twelve or thirteen with small pert breasts and narrow hips, save for her slightly green tinted skin, darker green tinted ringlets of hair, and the diaphanous wings folded down her back like a cape. Hers was the face and body boys dreamt of in the first sex dreams of puberty, with her wide emerald eyes, full lipped mouth that always seemed ready to kiss, small firm breasts with slightly puffed nipples, and prominent mons and vulva graced with only a few silky hairs. Mab, Queen of Faerie, had forbidden that any creature of the half world should have dealings with humans, for they were treacherous creatures, given to robbery and rape and cruelty that even the magic of the half world could not over come; but this one, obviously hurt, had fallen right in C'nedra's door. What could she do? I could roll him out of my Faerie ring, she thought, but she had always been curious about these creatures-especially the males. After a moment of thought she rolled him onto his back and dragged him into the half world. It took all the strength and will in her slender frame to do it, but she did it. Once inside she examined the creature. He was dirty and bleeding and smelly, but beneath it all he was handsome. Looking at him made a delicious tickle form in the bottom of her belly that spread over her like sunrise. After a few moments of watching the creature's breaths grow shorter and shorter C'nedra reached out her delicate, graceful hand and placed it over the place where the living fluid was leaking out of the human and exercised her healing power. The blood stopped flowing and the breathing grew stronger, but his eyes stayed closed. She carefully rolled back one of his eyelids and found that there was a growing light of life in its depths, but that consciousness was still deep down. C'nedra wrinkled her nose at the smell of the creature, but the smell also had a quality which caused the warmth in her middle to grow. Almost as though she had no control of her self, she began to pluck at the bloody shirt with her long fingers. She did not wear clothes and did not have intimate knowledge of how they worked. In a moment it was clear to her what she must do. She drew her tiny dagger and cut the shirt off. Beneath the cloth the flesh was firm and pleasingly shaped, the center of the chest and the small nipples were surrounded by patches of short silky hair which felt soft and sensual when she stroked it. The hair ran in a line down the chest and belly, disappearing inside the pants. She passed her hands over the nipples and they responded by crinkling and the centers growing to hard little points which delighted her. She looked down at the clothes covering the lower half of the creature's body. He was so much larger than any male she had ever been near, much larger than her own willowy self! C'nedra put the flat of her dagger point against her lower lip as wicked, delicious thoughts trickled into her mind and made the place between her legs warm and tingly. What Queen Mab doesn't know won't hurt her, C'nedra thought and carefully cut the belt and then the trousers. At last she folded back the cloth to examine the maleness of this human creature. She drew in a breath of astonishment at the size of it. Even flaccid it was longer than a hand span! She moved closer to get a better look and hesitantly reached out to touch, but she drew back. The smell of him was to strong! It almost made her sick. "If I am to find out more I must clean this one so that I may approach without gagging," she thought. She stood, glanced around and went to a spring that welled from beneath a sycamore tree near by. She took a handful of green leaves from the tree and dipped them in the water then took a pinch of soap root from another near by plant. She worked her handful of leaves into a fine lather and returned to the still unconscious man. C'nedra squatted, knees wide, elegantly curved hams and bottom flexed to stabilize her and began washing his chest and beneath his arms. She had to return several times for more water, leaves and soap root, but the time the bath took was exquisitely enjoyable torture, for as she washed his upper body she stole glances down to the human's sex. It was like the sex of all male animals, but, though she had played sex games with male animals of the forest, and watched as the pairs male and female rutted; and though she had paid close attention to such play, close observation of such couplings always filled her with a nebulous longing. Now, stealing little looks at the man's sex made the heat in her lower belly grow hotter. It made the dainty delicate folds between her legs throb and hunger in a way she had never experienced. C'nedra's breath grew shorter as she washed closer and closer to the juncture of legs and torso, and the pleasurable tingling which had been in her own loins and in the nipples of her own small breasts increased delectably. In fact the tingling grew so strong that she took the handful of soapy leaves and began to wash her own body. She soaped her breasts with one hand and rolled and stroked her nipples with her other. It made her breath come quicker, and made the flower channel between her legs feel warm and liquid; the lips of her sex open wider and the thinner, more sensitive inner folds plump up and extend to make the channel yet wider. The feeling between her legs made her want to touch and stroke herself as all fairy maidens learned to do when they were no more than lace winged nymphs, but she stopped herself and went back to lathering the human beside whom she squatted. She brought her hands filled with lather to his maleness and scrubbed the wiry hair about it, running her fingers down the line of hair that ran from the center of his chest down to blend into the curly nest between his legs. The effect of her ministrations began to show on the human's sex. She lifted the slightly less flaccid member away from the sack beneath it and ran her soapy hands up and down, up and down, up and down, and as she did the member began to stiffen. Soon it had doubled in length and thickness and the head of it poked out of the fold at the front like a baby rabbit poking its head out of its hole. She left the growing erection for a moment and moved her soapy hands down to the sack, washing it good, but being careful with the orbs inside it. Her breath was coming in short gasps and though the human's erection had grown huge and solid, desire in C'nedra had grown to match it. She did not see how it could be done, but she wanted the enormous thing between her legs. Perhaps I can just rub myself against it she thought. She stood and straddled the still unconscious soldier, but as she did his eyes opened and he whispered, "Water!" C'nedra released the man's erection in startled reaction, but she drew her leg back across his body and ran to the spring. She dipped her cupped hands into the little pool and brought back water which she trickled into his mouth. He swallowed the water and asked for more which she brought. He drank it down and licked at his lips and the pointed pink tip of his tongue inflamed the Dryad's lust in a wicked way. She stepped across the supine soldier and squatted over his mouth so that his licking tongue lapped at her now warmed and flowing sex. She squatted in such a way that she could look down between her opened legs right into the eyes of the soldier. They were open, but not really conscious, yet his mouth seemed to react automatically. He licked C'nedra from the cinnamon brown pucker of her anus to the pink nubbin of her clitoris sending a delicious shiver through her body and making a catch come into her breathing. After several laps the small prominence of her pearly clit swelled and poked out from the soft wet fold that had hidden it, and when it did he began sucking it like a baby sucking on its mother's breast. C'nedra moaned low in her throat, like a cat's purr and fought the urge to hump against the soldier's sucking mouth for fear of taking her clit away from his sucking lips and tongue. Her breath came in short bursts and soon those bursts were mixed with rhythmic moans timed to the sucking. Uhn. . .Uhn. . .Uhn. . .Uhn, she said, and as the orgasmic contractions begin from deep within her flower sex, the moan/pant grew louder and louder until at the last she screamed AHAHAHAHAH! Her sex exploded with repeated squeezing feelings. The feminine honey which had been oozing from between her legs erupted like a river, washing out to soak the soldier's lower face and wet his beard. With the first gush he choked, but in a moment his semi-conscious brain adjusted and he licked and sucked and slurped C'nedra's cum like it was mother's milk. When it was over every muscle in C'nedra's body was quivering and a sheen of perspiration covered her. The climax stole so much of her strength that she could not stand and had to push herself off to the side with her hand. She lay in an exhausted huddle with her hands cupped over her mons. The sexual nectar still oozed from her flower, slicking her fingers with its warmth. I must have more, she thought, but she was too used up. She had to rest for a time. In a moment she was asleep. "Is this heaven?" The small corner of the dying soldier's mind still aware of itself thought. It was so wonderful! The explosion of tactile sensation! The cool caress over his chest and between his legs, as though some wonderfully gentle hands were stroking his maleness. And the scent! It was fresh like a cool spring morning, but mixed with the richly heady aroma of ancient seas and crushed rose petals which his scent memory always associated with cunts. "A dream," he thought. "I remember the dream from when I first got hair around my dick! That beautiful, beautiful face! Could make me cum just looking at her beautiful face!" But no, that wasn't right. He remembered now. The yankee had killed him. "I kilt the yank, but he kilt me too." The taste mixed with the pussy smell and he stretched forth his tongue to lick up the deliciously salty sweet woman cum. Then the nubbin had brushed his lips and tongue and he was an infant again, suckling on his Momma's tit and all the world was right. Momma's tit pressed down on his face and the pleasure of the milk mixed with the exciting piss-cunt smell made his semi-conscious mind whirl. Milk gushed from the tit and he almost choked on the flood of . . .cum. It was woman cum, not milk. It ran down his face and chin and neck. It gushed into his mouth and down his throat, and he gasped at the animal satisfaction of a woman having been satiated enough to cum all over his face. "Faerie Ring." he thought. "Faerie ring." C'nedra sat up in the green gold light of the woodland spring afternoon. She shivered with satiation and at the same time with ravenous craving. Her sex flower's nectar made the insides of her thighs slick and when she looked at the soldier she saw that his moustache and beard were soaked with it. His eyes were closed again, but there was a beatific look upon his face- a look of completion. His chest rose and fell in deep rhythm. She smiled, then leaned over to kiss the soldier's still shining lips. The taste of her own honey-cum caused her nipples to tingle and swell again and the heat at the bottom of her belly to warm anew. She kissed him again and again and began moving her kisses down his neck and beard and chest. She stopped at his left nipple and flicked her tongue's sharp tip over it. The red-brown aureole crinkled and the nipple drew up to a hard point. She smiled then did the same thing to the other nipple and got the same reaction. The dryad smiled again and continued to trail kisses down the soldier's chest. He moaned when she reached the place he had been wounded and she quickly left off touching that place, but went on kissing down his belly toward his sex. The soldier's maleness had grown flaccid while C'nedra rested, but by the time her fairy kisses reached it, it had risen again and now stood like a thick, up thrusting root before her. As her face drew near it she felt the warmth of it radiate. She touched it and was instantly enchanted by the warm velvety feel, yet beneath the softness of the skin there was a rigidity like stone. It was so big around that she could hardly close her hand around it. There was an opening like a tiny mouth at the top and when she closed her hand around the soldier's hard member a clear drop of fluid appeared from it. Without a thought she darted out her tongue and licked the drop off. The taste burst, salty-bitter, in her mouth, and with a warm gush of nectar inside the flower between her legs. She darted out her tongue again and licked the little mouth, then turned her tongue around the whole head. As she did she moved her little hand up nearer to her mouth, sliding it over the small bump of wrinkled skin where the skin that had covered the head connected to the shaft. The soldier groaned again and C'nedra instantly pulled back. There was another drop of the clear stuff come from the little mouth and she wanted to taste it again, feel the way it made her sex flower feel, but she didn't want to hurt the human. She carefully leaned forward, took hold of the shaft and licked off the drop. Another moan, but not with the sound of pain like before. This was like a moan of gratification. The Dryad put out the tip of her tongue and touched it to the little mouth, then gently pulled away causing the crystalline drop of fluid to string out between her tongue and the soldier's manhood like a thread of spider silk. C'nedra moved her hand up and down making the soft skin that covered the hardened member slip up and down. She could feel the twitching of it. She watched the head change colors from dark pink through red and on to deepening purple. The wrinkled sack at the base drew up tighter and showed a tantalizing look at the flat area beneath the sack and between his legs. That place, the root of the soldier's sex, swelled and twitched as she continued to move her hand up and down. She leaned in to run her tongue across the head, seeking the delicious salty-bitter stuff that oozed from the tiny mouth. She licked like a cat licking its paw and with each stroke of her tongue her hand slid up and down, up and down, up and down. C'nedra's flower cried out to be touched so she brought her right hand down and began stroking the inner lips. She flicked the pearl of her clitoris each time her finger reached the join of the inner lips at the top of her flower. Suddenly the soldier's member swelled in the dryad's hand and it began to twitch and spasm so strongly it nearly pulled out of her grasp. She licked faster and stroked harder with each of her hands, feeling that something important was about to happen. In moments it did. From the tiny mouth a geyser of liquid, like the clear stuff but thicker and cloudy shot forth. C'nedra's lick had just started when the soldier began cumming, and a large glob of it squirted into her mouth. She jerked back, her mouth open in surprise, and the thick white cum dribbled out and ran down her chin. Her hand automatically continued it's up and down motion and her eyes locked on the tiny mouth which continued to spurt wads of white liquid. The sight was so fascinating that she even stopped stroking herself, but the heat inside her flower exploded and the nectar oozing from between her legs was doubled. The taste of the soldier's cum was awful and wonderful. Like the clear liquid it was salty/bitter and sticky slimy only more so, but, even more than the taste of the clear drops, this salty/bitter stuff made her sex flame with wanting. She must have more! More! The pearlescent cum had squirted onto the soldier's belly, and flowed out onto C'nedra's fingers. She felt two cravings at the same time: one, an almost overpowering desire to lick the puddles of creamy white stuff from the soldier's belly, and the other to rub it between her legs. She brought the fingers of her left hand down between her legs and began rubbing the man cum between the lips of her sex flower, stroking round and round her clit then over it with a flick. She squatted with her knees up and open and her face turned down so that she could watch her fingers fly over her sex. Her movements caused her cum and the soldier's to mix and make a soapy looking foam. C'nedra panted and moaned as jolts of the exquisite agony of passion flashed from her sex through her whole body. She watched herself turn her hand so that her thumb massaged her swollen clit and her first two fingers slid in and out of herself. She began the desperate moaning along with the panting and had to close her eyes or die of the intensity of watching herself pleasure herself. At last, head thrown back, beautiful dryad face turned to the sky, eyes squeezed shut, muscles of her legs and tummy and bottom quivering with the waves of sensation passing through her, her pant/moans rose to a howling scream that reverberated through the forest, and her sex flower exploded with a gush which flowed down her fingers and dripped from her wrist onto the crushed grass beneath her. The volcanic paroxysms of orgasm once more stole all of C'nedra's strength and she again collapsed into an exhausted heap across the soldier's body. The howl of orgiastic release torn from C'nedra's lips echoed across the half world like the thunder of doom. It came even to Queen Mab herself and she sprang from her palace of trees. In a moment she had located the source of the scream and flew to it with the speed of thought. She found the princess C'nedra helplessly besotted by human male cum. The incredibly tantalizing aroma of human sexual fluids mixed with the sweet piquancy of faerie rut made so rich a brew that Queen Mab felt an echoing reaction between her own legs. She shook herself free of the craving and looked down at the two. She almost wailed with despair for the two creatures at her feet, for a coupling between faerie and human could be the destruction of both. Mab seized C'nedra's arm and hauled the unconscious dryad to her feet, shaking her awake in the process. "What have you done child?" Mab demanded with desperation near to distraction. "Do you not know the prohibition? Humans are forbidden in the half world! And not only have you brought a human male into the Land of Faerie you have coupled with him!" "No mother Mab, No. I did not. I wanted to, but his member was so large I was afraid." Relief crossed Mab's face. "No halflings then," she said, less desperate. She looked at the human creature at her feet. "How did he come here?" She asked. "I found him lying half through the faerie ring portal so I dragged him through. He was almost dead, but I stopped his bleeding and then. . ." "Yes, 'and then. . .'" Mab said, cutting C'nedra off. "I saved him from death in his world," C'nedra, regaining some spirit of defiance, said. "To bring him half life in the half world! You have not saved him, you have condemned him to this, a body which will respond to your use, as it holds his mind imprisoned. You have brought him to hell." The dryad princess, horrified, stared at her queen. "But Mother Mab, I didn't mean . . . I only wanted. . ." she hid her face in her hands. After some moments Mab softened and stepped nearer, putting her arm around C'nedra. The wanton odor which clung to the princess wafted over Mab and made her knees weak. Her sexual flower warmed and swelled and she hoped C'nedra was too distraught to notice the oily shine of her nectar that had begun slicking her inner thighs. "I know C'nedra. I understand. Go now. Go deep into the forest. Find a cold flowing stream and wash yourself. Stay there until your mind and body clears. Find a phalial and rut with him until the human is gone from your mind. Even if it takes years. You must forget!" C'nedra turned and hugged her queen. The smell of C'nedra's hair where some gobs of the soldier's jism had landed was torture to Mab, making her own excitement almost uncontainable. "But what of the human?" C'nedra asked. "I will take care of that. I will take him back to his world." The young dryad looked up into the mother queen's face. "Thank you Mother. Thank you. I will go now." She pulled her self free of Mab's embrace and ran off into the forest. Queen Mab, shaking with desire, looked down at the soldier. She could keep him here in the half world. She could use him over and over and over. He could be her prisoner and source of . . .She tore her eyes away and took a few steps back to be clear of the strength stealing perfume. She drew the cleansing air into her lungs and released it for many minutes, then at last took a very deep breath and held it. She stepped to the soldier's extended legs, bent, gripped his ankles and used all her strength to drag him back through the faerie ring portal. When he was back in his own world she stepped back through the portal, retrieved his clothes and came back to him. The smell of powder smoke and death hung in the glade masking the sexual aroma. Mab looked around and saw the other dead soldier. She cast her eyes once more on the soldier she had dragged back to his own world. Already the wound had opened again and as she watched his eyes fluttered and the rattle of his final breaths broke the twilight. The soldier found it more difficult to draw breath. Darkness and a cold that had no relation to the weather stole over him. Synaptic explosions of light and memory, or was it fantasy, crackled through his dying brain. No pain now. Tactile, sensual, aromatic, sapidic, all mixed with sight of a girl, too young for a woman but a woman standing beside him. As his eyes closed he felt her wipe her finger over his belly, and saw her put the finger in her mouth. 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