The midday sun filtered through the canopy above, scattering dappled light across the forest floor.
Without warning, darkness fell over the wood, swallowing the light. It was as if night had arrived unbidden, despite the morning hour. Glancing upward, Dervish saw that Sunne was almost completely eclipsed by Mōna. A chill ran through him; surely, this was an ill omen.
As swiftly as the darkness descended, it dissipated. Then, mere seconds later, feminine laughter drifted through the trees -- a sweet, melodic sound that seemed to dance on the air. The laughing again, Dervish thought, unease prickling at the edges of his mind. Should he flee?
Before he could act, a cascade of shimmering light enveloped him -- a swarm of faeries. Yet, instead of fear, wonder blossomed in his chest as the hum of delicate wings enveloped him like a symphony spun from nature's own magick. He extended his hand, trembling with awe, and a tiny faerie alighted upon his palm. Dervish gazed at the ethereal woman, mesmerized by her beauty as though caught in a spell.
"You are completely nude", Dervish observed, still holding the faerie woman in his hand. She reclined in his palm and spread her legs, exposing her faighin to his full view.
"That is very observant of you", the small blonde woman remarked, licking her lips. "Do you know that faerie faighin is exceedingly delectable?" she inquired, laughing. Her voice sounded like tinkling musical bells to Dervish's ears.
"I had not heard that", Dervish confessed. Are you inviting me to have a taste?" Suddenly Dervish was extremely intrigued and compelled to discover if what the lovely faerie lass claimed was true.
"Duh!" she exclaimed. "Go ahead. You will not regret it", she promised while opening and closing her legs.
Cradling the faerie lady in his hand, Dervish sat on the downed Hornbeam. Then he extended his tongue and started licking. As it turned out, the faerie lady told the truth. Dervish had never tasted anything like it in his life. The small winged woman moaned in ecstasy as Dervish continued performing gnè beòil.
He brought her to orgasm multiple times, each time squirting, before she lay in his palm completely exhausted. Then he noticed dozens of faeire women lined up on the log, each waiting their turn. To his astonishment, Dervish was able to give each of the faerie women oral pleasure without rest. Eventually he brought each of several dozen of the tiny ladies to climax with the wriggling of his tongue.
After the sweet sidhe nectar passed his lips, an intoxicating ambrosia seemed to dance across his taste buds. Dervish felt the liquid's magick take hold, a warmth spreading through him which caused the world around him pulse with life. He was overcome with a euphoria that felt otherworldly. Hours seemed to blend together as he marveled at the vibrant transformation of the forest. The leaves deepened to a lush, emerald green, glowing with an inner light.
Dervish laid down on the ground as the sun dipped lower in the sky, brilliant shades of orange and pink swirled across the horizon, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of colors that defied reality. The night seemed to come alive with a surreal beauty which Dervish gazed at in awe until sleep finally claimed him.
The next morning Dervish woke to find the effects lingered. He felt invigorated, his senses alive in a way he couldn't explain. Even the hard ground beneath him offered no discomfort. Rising, he turned to the sun, only to notice something strange -- it rose higher in the sky and its light seemed unfamiliar, its hue subtly altered. The land around him felt both known and unknowable, as if reality itself had shifted while he slept.
"You have been transported to the faerie realm", the first faerie woman he had given oral pleasure to explained. She flew down from a blackthorn branch and landed on a tree stump near Dervish. Overcome with joy, she danced a pirouette. Her sparkling gown seemed to flow in slow motion as she spun around.
"Welcome to your new home", she sang. "You are going to love it here!" She bowed gracefully and added, "You may call me Eilean. I am the leader of this faerie tizzy".
Dervish absorbed what Eilean told him. He recalled a children's fable he read while studying to be a scribe. As per this story, mortals could be transported to the faerie realm and trapped there. The thought that he now found himself in just such a predicament was distressing, still he felt an inexplicable calmness.
"I thank thee for the very kind offer, but I'd rather be on my way", Dervish remarked with composure.
Eilean frowned, clearly displeased by his response. "You have been selected, which is a great honor", she replied.
"You are correct. I apologize", Dervish conceded. Though he was lying. He saw no reason to upset his host at the moment. Perhaps he could win her trust and convince her to release him?
"That is a certainly a relief", Eilean remarked. "I was afraid you had been selected incorrectly". Then she lifted her dress. "Do you care for another taste?" she inquired, revealing her nether region.
Dervish decided he would. In fact, he thirsted intensely for another taste of sweet faerie faighin. He could not imagine he would ever experience anything more delightful than eating out a faerie. Eliean smiled as she shimmied out of her dress.
"My sisters will arrive shortly to be serviced", Eilean informed him. Her wings began to beat, lifting her off the stump. Again she sat in Dervish's palm. She reclined and spread her legs. Dervish brought the faerie faighin to his mouth and eagerly commenced gnéas béil. Eilean squirted and he drank in the delicious faerie nectar.
When he finished Eilean suggested Dervish remove his trousers. He did not know for what purpose, but complied. Eilean embraced him, clasping her arms around his manhood. The feel of her tiny tongue fluttering against his bod was intensely pleasurable.
Eliean gasped when Dervish drenched her with his essence. "Ar bó!" she shouted, swallowing a small amount.
The days passed and Dervish found he was unable to keep track of the number. Each day played out virtually identically, yet he did not grow bored. Clearly he was addicted to the faerie liqueur. In fact his craving for it was unbelievably potent and found he could not get enough. Dervish also found that it sustained him completely. He had no need of food or drink whatsoever.
Dervish regaled the faerie tizzy with tales of his adventures, which delighted them. In turn, they sang songs and performed skits that filled the air with laughter. During other hours of the day, Dervish was allowed to roam freely. He discovered that, after walking in any direction for a period of time, he always ended up exactly where he started. He was certain he wasn't walking in circles and returning to the exact same place purely by coincidence. That's when he concluded he must be imprisoned in some kind of alternate dimension or demiplane.
Eilean confronted him one day. It was another of many. Dervish was unsure how many had passed, but it could be thousands. Dead leaves crunched under his boots as he explored the cool tranquil forest. Songbirds warbled ariose tunes as they bounced around the underbrush, searching for bugs. Occasionally he spotted a deer or a squirrel. Sometimes he observed butterflies floating in a serene meadow.
Dervish discovered a babbling brook, its waters dancing with sunlight that fractured into rainbow hues. He sat for many hours at its edge, studying the fish that swam lazily in the clear water, their scales sparkling in the golden light. The sound of the flowing water seemed to carry whispers of ancient songs.
Though Dervish wandered far and wide, the enchantment of the realm always guided him back to the same glade, a realization that marked his confinement.
"As you have discovered, there is no escape", Eilean informed him, stamping her feet and crossing her arms underneath her beautiful full round breasts. Was she cross with him?
"I assure you, I was only exploring. I quite like it here", Dervish fibbed. "It is my heart's greatest desire to never depart this place". To his surprise, Dervish found that his words rang true. He did love it here. And yet, he wished to leave. He missed his family and was concerned about what had transpired back in the mortal realm during his absence.
This seemed to satisfy Eilean. "I am extremely glad to hear that", she replied. "Now, I have a surprise for you. This is something that will completely convince you that you should stay with us forever and ever".
Dervish sat on the same moss covered log in the same glade he made his home ever since arriving in the faerie dimension. Just a short distance away was a shelter he previously constructed of sticks and grasses to keep him dry during the occasional rain shower. It was about the time of day when the tizzy would gather.
He listened to Eilean talk as he shaved. During his explorations he identified a thick grass that, when snapped in half, produced a clear green gel. He used this in place of shaving cream. Eilean prattled on. She was clearly very enthused concerning this still not disclosed surprise.
Hearing the flutter of tiny wings, the faerie known as Luna arrived. She hovered in the air for a second, then touched down on the log next to Eilean.
"Why scrape your mortal skin so? Does it soothe your spirit?" Luna mused, obviously confused. "You must be hungry", she added as she adjusted her moss cap. She lifted her skirt, exposing herself.
"Not yet, Luna", Eilean said, scolding her sister. "I was about to tell our guest about the wonderful surprise".
Luna sat down next to Eilean and whispered something to her as Dervish finished removing the mucilaginous goo from his face using his pocket knife. He peered at himself using the shard of a mirror given to him by one of the faeries, content he had completed the task.
"As it turns out, the surprise is not quite ready yet", Eilean confessed. "But it is a doozy. I am positive you will be quite pleased. Let me just say that there is a way for you to magically transform to the perfect size. Great preparation was required, which is why I'm only bringing it up now".
"The perfect size is your size, I take it?" Dervish inferred. For what purpose, he could only guess. Though he thought he had a good idea what Eilean might have in mind.
"You know, there is something I've been meaning to ask you for some time", Dervish confessed. "I've been wondering what happened to all the faerie men. Are there none?"
"They perished", Eilean informed Dervish, tears filling her eyes. "That is why we brought you here. To help us bolster our numbers".
"I would be very willing to help you solve this problem", Dervish confirmed. It seemed he was about to become the father to dozens of faerie babies? Then he remembered he read in a book that faeries simply come in to existence, fully formed in an instant. One passage claimed that a fairy awakens within a blossoming flower. He related this to Eilean.
The tizzy leader appeared shocked. "It seems you know more than most", she mused. "But that is correct. This instant creation is known as sradag dhiadhaidh, or the divine spark. The creation of a faerie is viewed by our kind as a tiodhlac bestowed by the grace of the Chúirt Seelie. Unfortunately, a mallachd has fallen upon the tizzy. For this reason no new faeires are currently able to be spontaneously created via the divine spark. It is being blocked".
Eilean paused, allowing Dervish to take in what she had said. Then she added, "there is, however, a way to circumvent this".
Dervish didn't know what to think. "Could the curse be lifted instead of circumvented?"
"No. At least I don't know of a way currently. In the meantime it was decided that we should increase our numbers as the mortairean do. I don't think any faerie has ever done it before, though I'm excited to find out what it's like".
"For the record, this was a decision reached upon the recommendation of our sovereign, Queen Eimíle. She told me personally that, as per her vision, a great daonnaithe adventurer would appear at the exact time and place you did. And that this básmhar would serve as a soitheach dhiadhaidh, or divine vessel. You fit the physical description precisely. You are the divine vessel".
Dervish was concerned that he might offend Eilean by questioning the vision of their queen. Still, he decided he needed to point something out, which is that he was not a great adventurer. "Perhaps there has been a mistake? I am but a novice", Dervish replied with some trepidation.
"As far as adventuring goes, you will be great. A mòrachd Eimíle confirmed this to me personally. It is your destiny. Though unconventional, you must aid us in the way of mortals -- the act of creation not born of flowers but of flesh. Moreover, you already are great in one specfic regard. All the faeries of this tizzy long to feel your massive bod inside them. Now, do you wish to assist us or not?"
Dervish confirmed (a second time) that he would help in any way he could. This made Eilean very happy.
"I am extremely relieved. I don't know what we had done if you refused", the fairie tizzy leader sighed. "All we have to do now is wait. Great magic will be required to make this possible. This is in progress as we speak".
Dervish sat on the hornbeam log, lost in thought. On one hand, a great adventurer was required to fulfill a prophecy. On the other hand, he was not a great adventurer. But Eilean said he would be great in the future. Obviously, Derivsh concluded, the only way he could become the great adventurer foretold would be if he was allowed to leave this place. He would not become great by staying with the faeries forever. Therefore, Eilean had no choice but to release him.
His logic was airtight and Eliean could not dispute it. In order to fulfill the prophecy given by the Queen, she would have no choice but to allow him to depart. Though not until he impregnated each and every faerie lady of the tizzy.
Eilean extended her hand, her fingers shimmering as if woven from moonlight itself. "Dervish Sanders, I, Eilean of the Gnéasúil Craiceáilte faerie tizzy, swear upon the prophecy of our Bhanrigh and the magic that binds our realm. I pledge to release you from this place so that you may fulfill your destined greatness. In return, you shall aid me in the task set forth by Banríon Eimíle. Do you agree to this pact?"
Dervish hesitated for a moment, the weight of the words pressing upon him. Then, summoning his courage, he clasped her hand between his thumb and forefinger. "I agree. Upon my word, I will honor the terms of this bargain".
As their hands met, a soft glow encircled them, and the air around seemed to hum with unseen power. The pact was sealed -- neither could break it without consequence.
"fìor mhath!" Luna exclaimed, declaring the deal to be fantastic, in her opinion. "Now, about the sustenance I previously offered, are you ready to receive it now?"
Dervish glanced down and saw Luna, who had shed her clothing, astride his right bare foot. She began to groan and grunt as she rubbed her crotch back and forth against his skin. "I'm ready to squirt!" the faerie lass cried. "If you want my nectar you better act fast".
Dervish Sanders: This story didn't include any information about my mother or father or sister. Except confirming they exist. Though it seems I am never going to see them again.
The Biographer: It is true that, in the prior tale, I said that Dervish would not set foot in his family's home again. While this doesn't for certain mean he will never see his family members again, it does seem unlikely. I may reveal more of his backstory later, but for now, the focus remains on his time in the faerie realm, which is a tale that will continue in the next installment and conclude with two additional chapters.
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