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Fernie BraeShe was sitting in the middle of a stone circle, when I firstsaw her. She sat cross-legged on the centre stone,watching me calmly. She was naked; but that was the leastsurprising thing about her. Though small and slim, she hada luscious figure, flared hips and conical breasts withsprawling aureoles. And her delicate complexion was ofpale purple.Her face was weirdly beautiful, long and thin with asnub-nose and full crimson lips, and her slanted eyes weregolden. Pointed ears poked through waist-length hair thatwas a riot of red and blues, yellows and greens, andcolours I couldn?t quite name. And from her shoulderssprouted huge filigree wings.I?d fallen asleep in the shadow of the standing stones,tired from a morning walking through the hills. I?d seenthe tell-tale symbol on the map and planned my route totake it in. There are standing stones the length and breadthof Britain and beyond, many of them arranged in circles.They?re magic places every one, with their mysticalalignment to the heavens and their connection to the bonesof the earth.It would be worth the couple of extra miles, I?dthought, but had seriously begun to doubt it, as I?d sloggedup the long path. No route is ever straight in the hills, butthis one had twisted and wound more than most. Now, onthe last stretch, the little track that might have been madeby walkers, or might have been made by sheep, hadwrapped itself round and round the hillside, spiralling inlike a maze.Even though in no real state to appreciate the sight, thecircle had impressed me. A dozen worn pillars, erect andproud in an irregular ring, leaning like rotten teeth with awarm breeze playing through the gaps. Lichen grew onthem, and one leant so far it seemed a miracle it hadn?tfallen.Inside the ring, the grass looked lusher than on thehilltop around. In the centre, a large flat stone was barelydiscernible above the waving green blades all around.Once I was within, all sound had seemed shut out, eventhe wind.Slipping off my pack, I?d fished out my water-bottleand taken a long slug; then I?d lain down on my back inthe grass, vaguely watching the sun flirting with wispyclouds. I?d only intended to close my eyes for a fewminutes, but opened them to find the sun halfway downthe sky and to the knowledge that I wasn?t alone. I sat upabruptly.?Who?? I managed before my voice ran out. Thesingle word sounded loud in my ears, telling me that Iwasn?t dreaming.She smiled. At least, it seemed like a smile, though herfeatures were so strange that it was hard to be sure.?Usually,? she said, ?I?m called Your Majesty.? She had asinging, lilting voice that sounded in harmony, partly fromher mouth and partly from far away.?Your?um?? It was reasonable enough to be tonguetiedin such a situation, but I felt acutely embarrassed to bemumbling in front of this exotic beauty. ?What?s goingon?? I managed at last.?You?ve slept inside my Ring,? she said, the weirdsmile still playing with her lips and eyes. ?That makes youmine.??Your Ring?? Glancing around, I realized that thestanding stones no longer looked the same. To part of mysight, they were still stones, worn and lichen-covered; butthey were also men, two or three times my own height andcovered in shaggy hair. Their eyes were all fixed on thewoman who spoke to me, and each had an erection as longas my forearm.?My giant-guards,? she said. ?They watch over mysacred place, until I fuck each one of them. Then they?ll bereleased.?It was all so unreal that the thing which struck me mostwas that there was no crudity about the way her liltingvoice said fuck. Instead, it seemed to come from awonderful place, where music and sex were one.?Are you a goddess?? I found myself asking. Thequestion seemed absurd, but less absurd than what I wasseeing with my own eyes.But she laughed aloud, like bells in the wind. ?Not agoddess,? she said. ?Not one of those stuck-up,sanctimonious bitches.? Cocking her head on one side, sheexamined me. ?Don?t you know me?? she challenged. ?Idon?t believe mortals have entirely forgotten me. I?m theFaery Queen.?I didn?t doubt her, in spite of the voice inside trying totell me how stupid this was. I was speaking to a nakedpurple woman with wings, in the middle of standingstones that were also giants. In what way was it reasonableto doubt who she was?I was still sitting half up, leaning on my elbows. BeforeI could move further, I felt a slithering at my ankles. Iglanced down, almost expecting to see snakes crawling allover me, but the grass was visibly growing around myfeet, twining quickly and expertly to tie me down. Inpanic, I tried to pull my feet back; but, for all the apparentfragility of the grass, I was trapped by solid bonds.Trying to sit up, I realized that there was moreslithering where my arms rested, and they too were heldtightly. Quickly and expertly, the grass wound up andaround me, pulling me back to lie supine, winding itselfaround chest and waist and thighs. Before I?d managed tofind words to protest, I was bound firmly to the ground.?What?s happening?? I finally managed.Her strange face took on a surprised expression. ?Whatdo you think?? she asked bahis siteleri sweetly. ?There?s only one usefor mortals.?Desperately racking my brains, I tried to rememberwhat I knew of faery lore. I was vaguely familiar with theusual fairy-stories, of course, and I had half-memories ofold ballads that seemed to deal with the subject a littlemore seriously. But, of course, I?d never regarded any ofthis as more than fanciful stories from long ago. Howmuch of it was true? I wondered. Could I use the old talesas a guide??Are you going to kill me?? I asked her, struggling tokeep a façade of calm that belied my actual feelings.Her expression grew more unmistakably puzzled, andher head moved from side to side, almost like an a****lsearching for a scent. ?What?s kill?? she asked. ?I think Imay have heard of it once. But it?s been so long.?A little reassured, even though the weirdness wassomehow increased, I said, ?It?s to?make someone bedead.?There was a long pause, this time. ?Oh, yes,? shemurmured at last, the distant part of her voice soundinglike a faint breeze, ?I remember death. I didn?t like it, so Iforgot about it.? The smile returned. ?Oh no,? she added,?it?s not death I want from you.?I saw her make a slight movement with her hands, andrealized instantly that my clothes had vanished. I still layhelpless in the bonds of the grass, but now I was naked.?Ah,? she sighed, examining my body, ?mortal men arebest. Women can be fun, but they haven?t one of these.?And, kneeling forwards, she reached out one small, purplehand and brushed my flaccid penis.Her touch was like nothing I?d ever felt before. Theskin of her hand seemed to be both there and not there. Itfelt like cool velvet, with only the slightest of chafing tomark its passing; but it seemed to pass right through theorgan as well, feeling it from the inside. It was a moreintimate touch than any I?d ever felt, and I could feel theblood pulsing faster through my veins. She was very closeto me, her purple skin sending a tingle through the airbetween us. I could see a sheen all over her, like andunlike sweat. It glittered golden in the sunlight, andsmelled like rhododendrons after rain.My mind was divided, like her voice and the stones.Part of it was watching and questioning, feeling scared. Inspite of her assurance that she didn?t want to kill me, I wasbeing held captive for her pleasure, and was being whirledinto sex. There was a panicky feeling, which I didn?tentirely understand. I enjoyed sex; and the Faery Queen,strange as she might be, was certainly desirable. But I wasused to feeling at least partly in control; and now thehelplessness of my position felt like vertigo, sending mespinning and tumbling into chaos.At the same time, though, my consciousness wascrackling between her body and mine, and that cloyinglysweet smell seemed to have got into my blood. I could feelmyself careering through my veins, waking the sleepingcells of a form that was more like light than flesh.?This will be fun,? said the Faery Queen softly, and shebegan to leave tickling kisses on my body, something likea warm breeze on naked skin and something like thesuction of two sweaty bodies pressed together. Her cool,barely-tangible lips explored every part of me, caressingwith warm, musky breath that soaked into the pores of myskin. Her mouth lingered deliciously on my inner thighsand my nipples and the side of my neck and my ownmouth.A jag of light flashed across my eyes. The watchingmind told me that, in a sky with few clouds, it couldn?t belightning; but then the rolling roar of thunder rose and fell,coming from every part of the sky at once. The lightningforkhad burnt itself into my sight, and I began to see twothings at once, just as the stones were stones and giants,just as my captor?s voice came from her lips and from faraway. I could see the stone-circle, the Faery Queenlooming over me with her lips to mine and her handcaressing my now responding penis; and I could see acrossroads, with a narrow, unmade track climbing a steephill to one side, a broad main road rolling gently downhillto the other, and a seductively winding country lanestraight ahead, hung over with apple-blossom and lined bydog-roses, forget-me-nots and hawthorn.?What?s happening?? I asked, when her mouth moved alittle away from mine.The Faery Queen?s face took on that expression whichmight have been a smile. ?I?m going to take you,? she saidsoftly, ?somewhere wonderful.? Sliding sinuously downmy body, leaving trails of electricity buzzing beneath myskin, she took my half-erect member between thumb andforefinger and gently kissed its tip.A sensation shot through my penis and deep into mybelly, something like lightning and something like solidice. I could feel her pulling the foreskin back over thehead, a sweet little tongue-tip flickering at the slit. But Icouldn?t concentrate, because I was standing at thecrossroads too. The Faery Queen stood beside me, and Isaw now that she was small, her head barely reaching myshoulder. But she was imperious, and the voice that camefrom far-off was telling me, ?This way, forget the otherroads. This is canlı bahis the way we must go.?I heard her give a slight sigh before, pulling back herface a moment, she opened her crimson mouth wide andengulfed my erection in a single plunge. Leaving it there amoment, she drew her lips back, sliding them alongtopside and sensitive underside, until they?d reached theexposed knob, before swooping all the way back.A shuddering passed all the way through my body, andI strained against my bonds, powerless to do anything else.It was like being tickled; but from within, deep inside myveins and my organs, deeper even than that. As thoughthat mouth, damp and insistent, were kissing the inside ofmy soul. At the fullest plunge, her tongue tickled my ballsand her teeth delicately combed through the tangled curlsof my pubic hair. Then she would pull slowly back, hertongue-tip playing all the way up my undershaft, her lipsfollowing with a light, silky rasp, until she was teasing thehead again.After a few strokes, without losing rhythm, she movedaround to straddle my face. Remembering how short shewas, I doubted that she?d be able to continue herministrations from that position; but her wet, open vaginaplanted its sweet kiss on my lips while her own mouth wasat fullest plunge.I?d always enjoyed the taste and smell of a woman?sgenitals, the rich, strong taste of the juices. But the FaeryQueen was like no other woman. The aroma was like thatfrom her pores, the lushness of the bloom that seduces thebee, but so wanton that my head spun with the scent. Andshe tasted sweet, like honey not sugar, with the delicateperfume of wildflowers. My tongue strained, withoutconscious effort, to drink in all it could of that headyliquor.Deprived of sight and intoxicated by smell and taste, Ifound I was seeing the crossroads more clearly. ?Comewith me,? she told me, and I?d no will to resist. Glancingto left and right, I felt no temptation to take the otherroads. I briefly turned my head and saw that the roadbehind led, a very short distance away, to the stone circlewhere I lay naked, the Faery Queen astraddle my face andsucking on me.?We?ll catch up with ourselves,? she said, taking myhand in hers.From somewhere in the air around me, a voice thatmight have been mine was singing a verse of an ancientballad I remembered hearing once:And see ye not yon bonny roadThat winds around the fernie brae?That is the Road to fair Elfland,Where thou and I this night maun gae.I looked at the exquisite creature beside me, so delicateand so commanding, and my heart missed a beat at themere thought of not being with her. There was a hollowneed in my guts, and a pounding in my chest, and a needin my mind; and I set off with her along the windingcountry lane.As I walked, my tongue parted the little hood at the topof the Faery Queen?s slit and freed the tiny knob of herclitoris. The moment I touched it, I felt her back arch andher mouth clamp tightly over my shaft for an instant,before she resumed her rhythm, and guessed that she hadfelt the icy lightning that she sent through my body.I played for a while with the wonderful little thing,feeling it grow swollen and proud at the insistence of mytongue-tip, before I went exploring between her tightlypursedlips, driven by a hunger to be inside her. I foundthe way in, by the sweet juices seeping from it, but it washardly there.I was scared to probe, thinking I?d hurt her; but sheturned to me as we wandered hand-in-hand around thewindings of the country lane, pausing as two rabbitsscampered across in front of us. ?Don?t hold back,? shemurmured, and her voice caressed me from within. ?On aroad like this, nothing you do can harm me.?So I pushed my tongue into the tiny hole, feeling itopen like tight elastic, squeezing back hard to prevent mefrom leaving, if I?d been mad enough to wish to. ?Thatfeels good,? she giggled, her beautiful face sparkling intoa smile. ?Lets run for a while.?Still hand-in-hand, we sprang into a fast run along thelane. Her filigree wings spread to catch the warm windthat blew her rainbow hair out behind; and the same windplayed deliciously in my own hair and on my naked skin.The ground beneath my bare feet was springy grass now,not warm tarmac, and I could feel the grass-roots growingslowly through my soles and up through my blood-streamto my heart. Exulting in speed and wind and life, I feltmyself spurting spasm after spasm of life into the FaeryQueen?s open mouth.?Oh no,? she said, lifting her head up from my soakedpenis, still pointing stiffly up but on the point of collapse.?I haven?t finished with this yet.? She passed her handlightly over it, and its erection became instantly solidagain, matching my undiminished desire.?This road winds a lot,? I commented, stopping forbreath. I was feeling surprisingly good, after running sofar, but felt I needed a rest. ?I think it?s turned right roundon itself.?The Faery Queen regarded me with languidamusement, stretching her wings luxuriously. ?Severaltimes over,? she commented.?So?? I glanced around, but nothing looked familiar.?Why haven?t we come back to where we started???Because a circle canlı bahis siteleri doesn?t do that,? she explainedpatiently, reaching out to caress my hair. ?By the time acircle can come back on itself, time has passed. So the newcircle begins from a different point.?I considered, before deciding that this seemedreasonable. ?So,? I said, ?we keep going round and round,and always come to somewhere different???Isn?t that how you reach anywhere worth reaching??I didn?t have a chance to reply, because she lifted herbeautiful buttocks off my eyes and her cute crotch off mymouth and turned around in a single, fluid movement. Hergolden slanted eyes gazed down at me.I longed to sit up, take her in my arms and lay herdown. I longed to lie over her and take her roughly,feeling her delicate body helpless as I thrust into it. But thegrass bonds still held me tightly, and it was as much as Icould do to raise my head.With a sigh, the Faery Queen straddled my crotch,holding her wet, pink slit just over the object of its desire.?I want this,? she said softly, ?inside me.?I panicked for a moment, as she lowered herself slowlyonto me, remembering how tiny the hole was and halfexpectingto tear her apart. But it opened to accommodatethe shaft, springing back to grasp it so tightly that Igasped, as the insistence of my surging blood fought withthe velvet grip around it.I stopped walking abruptly. ?I can hear someonesinging,? I said.?Of course. It?s not far now.?Whirling me by the hand she?d kept in mine, shegrabbed my other hand and began a wild, capering dance,round and round. Her brilliant hair floated around her inways that seemed to have little to do with her motion. Herpointy breasts were firmly aimed at me, their nipples,crimson against purple skin, erect and impossibly long.We whirled faster; and she was screaming, as she rose andfell on me, her flow-scent sweat dripping from her faceand her breasts and her belly and her thighs, to mergeshamelessly with the musky sweat of my passion. We werewhirling so fast that I could no longer see anything buther, as the land spun around us, and the wind was roaringin my head and on my skin, and my body wasindistinguishable from hers or from the land we dancedin; and she reared up, her body liquid and shaking, herwings spread convulsively, as she sucked me right intoherself and I poured spurt after spurt deep into her body.I looked slowly around, as my head stopped its ecstaticspinning. ?How did I get here?? I asked dreamily.The Faery Queen had her arms around me, her headnuzzling against my chest, wings half folded about us both.It didn?t just seem natural to be like that, it would haveseemed unnatural to be any other way. She didn?t look, butI guessed that she knew what was there anyway.?Don?t you remember?? She gave a low throaty giggle.?We came together.?I couldn?t disagree with that. The countryside aroundme glowed along every edge, gold and silver and arainbow of colours. All the familiar objects, trees andgrass, bushes and flowers, seemed both themselves andsomething totally other at the same time.And there were people everywhere. Some were like thecreature in my arms, winged and delicately coloured;others seemed to be beings out of myth, satyrs andnymphs, dwarves and giants. All were sexually engaged,in couple, threes or more, and in all combinations of maleand female; though not all seemed restricted to the sexes Iknew.?Is this fairyland?? I asked at last.?If that?s what you want to call it,? she said. I wasn?tsure whether her voice sounded annoyed or amused. ?It?smy realm. You?re welcome to make use of it.?I looked around again, searching for the winding lane,but there was no sign of a road anywhere in this strangelandscape. ?It would be nice for a while,? I said cautiously.?But I?ve got a life, back at home.?She gave a tinkling laugh that was suddenly no longersweet. ?Not much of one, now. You?ve been gone sevenyears already.??What?? It wasn?t the most eloquent reply, but it was allI could manage. ?How come???Precisely,? she said. ?A faery fuck takes seven years:everyone knows that.?I felt panic rising from my guts towards my throat andforced it down again. ?And?? I stuttered. ?And?how do Iget back? The road?s gone. Can you show me back??She threw back her head and laughed heartily this time.?No, no, no,? she sang, more than spoke. ?My fuck showsthe way here. There are others who show the way back.??Who?? I asked, glancing around. Though I wasn?thappy about losing seven years, if the way back was asgood as the way here, it might almost be worth it.But the Faery Queen laughed again. ?I haven?t theslightest idea,? she told me. ?You?ll just have to try themall. But remember: seven years each time.?My face must have looked horrified, because shegiggled again and kissed me, deeply and sweetly, but notwith passion. ?Come now,? she said, her voice a little moregentle, ?it?s not so bad to be here, is it? You?ve pleasedme, and my realm is yours to enjoy.?At a sighing, tinkling call from her, two girls ran up,hand-in-hand. One was covered in silver fur, a long tailswishing behind, the other had hair of foliage and flowersfor breasts. ?This is a visitor to our land,? she said. ?Makesure he enjoys himself.?As they took my hands and pulled me after them, Ishrugged inwardly. I still intended to get home, one day.But I?d have fun doing it.