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Among the Supernatural
🕑 Added 2022-05-14 02:57:23 +0000 UTC"He ate my prized pumpkin!" an angry, shrill voice rang out.
"Well he was hungry!" a just as angry, and just as shrill, voice countered. "If you'd left food out like we told everyone to then he wouldn't have had to eat your pumpkin!"
"I didn't leave any food out because I don't want any dirty human droppings all over my patio, Cindy! I'm sorry that not everyone can have seven brownies looking after their shit day and night!"
"Stop calling me that, you twat, and I told you, if you weren't such a huge cunt they would help clean your stuff as well!"
The Queen of the Fae, or rather, the resident Queen Elect, Titania XIII, also known as Azalea before she got the title, wanted to strangle both sides of the argument. The fae were a contentious, combative kind, to the last member. No matter how removed from conflict the concept they represented or embodied was, no matter how peaceful or kind the aspect they personified could be, even the Fairy of Peace himself could be seen arguing, voice ringing to the high heavens above, about the latest thing that had happened.
The first thing that had shook up the boring Afternoon Teatime Court, as was the latest name the collective had given itself, in three hundred years, in fact.
For the first time since the rename, the Afternoon Teatime Court had actually had the pleasure of being visited by a human. A man, even! Full of wonder and imagination. Usually, an adult man lacked the ability to even see the fae, let alone find their hidden towns in the deep forests of Britannia, but if they retained their innocence, their chilldhood imagination, they could sometimes get mirages, sights, of what lay underneath the surface of the world they could perceive.
And in two hundred years, that was the most interaction the fae got with mankind, as they left mysticism and imagination behind for cold, hard, mathematical truth.
Except now they no longer found someone who could see them and their village, but in fact, he could interact with it. A man so pure and innocent that he had apparently simply walked into the many villages hidden underneath the first layer of the world, sometimes absent mindedly taking food as he explored, other times being an impartial third opinion to break up disputes, and in general, simply being an interesting curiosity for the fae of Britannia.
It happened again and again, and now he was here, at the Afternoon Teatime Court, and as the elected mayor of the village, also known as the Faerie Queen, Azalea was the one who had to deal with the fae now fighting over him. Fighting over whether they should kick him out, wipe his memories, destroy his mind, ensure the never disturbed the 'peace' of the fae ever again...
"Enough," Azalea spoke with the authority of Titania, her voice projecting through the messy courtroom. "First, your so called prized pumpkin was an eggplant, second, the human did not eat it, you did, and third, it has been decided already, twelve times, that the human is not to be harmed," she said. "I've had enough of this topic! And I know that the next conversation is gonna also be about this, so court is dismissed!"
"But, your majesty-"
"DISMISSED!" Azalea said, her bright pink hair launching up as she slammed a cartoonishly oversized gavel on the table, scaring the blonde, gossamer-winged sprite that didn't seem to get it away. Beside her, the pale, dark haired, almost vampire-like representation of a storybook opened her mouth. "You too!" Azalea warned. "Unless you want to know what the inside of a tree looks like because I stuck you there for five hundred years, you'll drop this, go home, and go back to pretending you're not a lazy bum!"
"Well, I never!" the fairy huffed, turning around and walking into the door, pretending she didn't, and opening it before leaving.
"I am surrounded by lazy, gluttonous and belligerent idiots, and now I realize why the previous Titania was so eager to move to Mexico," Azalea complained, as she rubbed her temples and turned around, the tree that housed the courtroom twisting and changing to allow her passage, everything behind her soon returning to being the innards of a tree, no different from any other.
She still wasn't sure how any of that worked, but as long as the trees did what she said, she could honestly not care less. She was a fairy, she mused giggling to herself, she quite literally could not care any less than she already did!
Going into her travel form, Azalea sprouted her own set of butterfly wings, and not for the first time, wished the Bondage Fairies series of books had never been printed, as her body was garbed in imitation leather, vinyl and silver. Why, oh why, had the ancient fae made the entire species so dependant on human perception? And why was she the only one stuck with the vibrating dildo up her twat?
She rounded around the third tree from the left and headed towards her house, a little circle of mushrooms that she had modeled after a show she had once spied on one of those colorful boxes the humans liked to rot their brains in front of, and when she was about to step in, she heard the most peculiar of sounds... it sounded like giggling, and like someone was making distressed noises.
"This may end up giving me an aneurysm, but I just gotta know," Azalea frowned, adjusting her leather bra, and then zipping through the bushes into the clearing just beyond her home, spreading the thick trees and peering through the cold mist to find...
A man. The man, in fact. Laying on his back, in the warm grass, the only part of the dark and foreboding faerie forest lit by the sun. Naked, as the day he was born. Azalea's eyes widened, and widened, bigger and bigger, as she saw that he was not alone. The giggles came from all over him, because he was surrounded on all sides by sprites, and goblins, lower tier fae. Tiny sprites, smaller even than Azalea, flitted to and fro, all over his body. One sat with her legs spread, her crotch over his mouth.
It was quite obvious to see that the man was licking between her legs, and the small, green skinned sprite was shivering, even her antenna were shaking, as she enjoyed herself quite intensely.
By the man's chest, there was another sprite, this one using his nipple as if it were a toy, rubbing her drooling, flooding vagina against it, the nipple about the size of a male sprite's penis, easily coming in and out of the perverted fairy's cunt. Her face almost looked like she was melting in pleasure, and with sprites, that can sometimes be quite literal.
By the man's legs, a female goblin, they of the massive green asscheeks only covered by a loincloth that she had already removed, was sandwiching his towering erection between her legs, rubbing back and forth. Goblins were quite dangerous to humans, usually, seeing as human flesh was very much within their diet... and judging by the white streaks all over her face and dripping from the corner of her lips, as well as the slimy stains on her hair... yeah, she'd definitely gotten her fill already.
All the way by the man's feet was a brownie, a girl wearing only a teapot as a hat, licking at the man's toes, her pink tongue cleaning the space between them, and by the looks of the Brownie girl's drooling pussy, she was enjoying the act for quite a few reasons more than her kind's compulsion towards unnecessarily excessive neatness and hygiene.
All around the clearing there were other goblins, brownies and sprites, strewn about, some covered in semen, some intertwined with each other, and others still, simply looking eagerly at the display in the middle of the clearing.
Azalea couldn't allow this to go on, the consensus amongst all the courts was that the human was not to be harmed, and obviously, they were trying to drain his balls to death!
With a battlecry, Azalea slammed into the goblin squeezing his cock with her ass. "You, you fooooools!" she shouted, "I can't take my eyes off of- bwah-"
She was grabbed by the waist, the man's big, rough hands grabbing onto her hips, his palms almost wide enough to cover her thighs, and his fingers grabbing at her asscheeks. Unfortunately, part of the problem with her bondage inspired outfit? It was made to be fucked in. As he spread her legs, she gasped, and saw in his face that he held no malice, no ill will, no thought of doing her harm.
And that meant that she could do little about it. He was genuinely simply doing it because he thought this is what she wanted, the reason why she was here!
He brought her to his waist, and despite herself... she was excited about it. She was the only fairy of her size in this entire forest, and there was not a single male that she was physically compatible with. Not that there were very many males to begin with, but the goblins' barbed cocks didn't appeal to her, nor did the brownies' extremely fat chodes...
And the sight of that stiff, long, slightly curved human cock almost made her drool. Still, she shook her head. "H-Hey-" she tried. "Wait! I don't even know what language he speeeeeeaaaaaaaaaa!"
She screeched in agonic pleasure as he forced her down on his cock, her crotchless leather panties doing nothing to prevent his cock from spreading her lips and then her walls apart. He didn't waste time and didn't hesitate, bouncing her on his hips hard, fast and strong, causing her voice to ring out like a set of bells chiming her pleasure.
The giggling and chittering sprites soon began to converge on her as well, the sexually charmed atmosphere getting even more extreme as she felt small tongues and fingers all over her body, an adventurous sprite even shoving her entire arm up Azalea's butthole, while the grinning man under her said something to her in a language she wasn't even sure she understood, but she cared little.
At this point, all she cared about was the fact that she was getting dicked for the first time in a hundred years, and she was enjoying herself far too much to even imagine thinking about anything else other than that.
She was bounced on his cock so hard, so forcefully, it was almost entirely out of her control, despite the fact that she could break his grip, eradicate him, with ease, somehow it was completely out of her power, as for the first time in a hundred years she felt her body go out of control, screaming, groaning, panting, and finally, shrieking her orgasm as she was filled with thick human seed at the same time as she sprayed her fluids all over his crotch.
He patted her head and set her aside, and she watched as she was quickly replaced on his crotch by another.
She panted, gathering herself, and the same goblin she had pushed before sat beside her, patting her head. Unable to sit, Azalea just laid on her stomach. "What the fudgesickles was thaaaat," she moaned.
"Oh, queenie lady not know?" the goblin asked, munching on a fruit from one of the nearby trees. "Human come into forest randomly. Human get lost, goblin help him," the goblin explained, bringing a fist to her almost flat chest, such a contrast with her enormous ass, "then human want to thank goblin, say he will do anything, so goblin demand a kiss!"
Azalea thanked her lucky stars that goblins were fucking dumb, because so was that human, if he'd made that sort of blanket promise to a more dangerous, smarter fairy, he could've been turned into their pet, slave, or worse! "And then you just... started having sex?"
"Nay! Human keep getting lost! Human say he can't walk down parking lot without getting lost, goblin think he getting lost on purpose so he can kiss more!" she said, nodding to herself, "and then human got hungry, and he thanked goblin for fruit with more kisses, and then he kissed Goblin down there!"
Of course, of course, degenerate humans, how else-
"Sprite was right, Goblin like pussy kisses much more than mouth kisses!"
Fucking degenerate sprites! Vermin that they were!
"Queenie now try human, tell everyone how good human weenie is!"
Azalea glared at her. No. No way. She was new at this whole queening business, she'd only had the job for two hundred years, but even so she still knew that was a recipe for disaster! Especially considering that the fae traded who wanted to execute him and who wanted to turn him into a mascot literally every turn of the winds!
"No, we're keeping this secret, ugh, I can't believe I'm even letting you keep having these weird ass orgies... look, bring the human to my house, he'll be safe there, and it's more comfortable than the grass anyway!"
"Yaaaaaaaay!" the lesser fae in the clearing cheered.
Azalea rubbed at her temples. "Of course I'm a sucker for punishment, I will never forgive perverted artists!"
