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Subject: {ASSM} FAERIE-- a story by Geoff Chaucer (MF Mast. Cun)
Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 16:10:04 -0500
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 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.

                                                                          
      THE END

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