Eilean led Dervish to a secluded gàradh. He found it peculiar that he had overlooked this cluster of trees, despite his earlier conviction that he had unearthed every secret of the faerie pocket dimension.
"This is a protected and forbidden place", Eilean explained. "I have brought you to this hallowed ràth, for the Iongantach Duilleach has unfurled, and the Draíocht Drúchdail has finally graced its surface. The surprise I previously mentioned awaits".
Lengthy blades of jade grass danced with the warm breeze, releasing a faint green aroma. Pansies, violas, and marigolds painted the ground in vivid bursts of color, their petals trembling like whispers of laughter. A towering Lumina Arbour dominated the center of the grove, it's silvery iridescent bark glowed faintly, as if imbued with the moon's light. The ancient tree branches, which extended high into the sky, were tipped with delicate, crystalline leaves that shimmered in shifting hues of blue and green.
"What is the iongantach duilleach?" Dervish inquired. "Some kind of amazing leaf?"
"Yes", Eilean confirmed. She spoke directly into Dervish's ear as she sat on his shoulder.
"There, at the base of the tree". Eilean's breath was soft against his lobe, her ariose voice sending shivers through his chest. The golden strands of her hair brushed his cheek like silk, grounding him in the surreal intimacy of the moment.
Dervish looked and saw a single verdant leaf sprouting from the trunk near to the earth. Kneeling, he discovered a glowing dewdrop resting at its center, its surface pulsing faintly, as though alive. The rays of the rising sun glinted off its pristine clarity, yet as he leaned closer, Dervish discerned minuscule particles suspended within the orb, swirling like motes caught in a silent current.
Dervish considered the tiny orb of liquid. "This is the drúchdail?"
"It is the Draíocht Drúchdail, or Dewdrop of Diminution. Its magic will abate your largeness, bestowing upon you the grace of perfect size".
"Should I consume it now?" Dervish asked.
"Yes, though first you might remove your clothing, as the dewdrop will have no effect upon it".
"OK", Dervish agreed, removing his garments as suggested. Casting them aside, he stood before Eilean completely nude.
"My fairie sisters have longed for this day with excited anticipation. Though first you shall lay with me".
It was then that Dervish heard the voices of the fairy troop -- familiar to him after spending so much time here -- harmonizing a wordless a cappella tune. Dozens of members of the tizzy fluttered about. Dervish noticed all had removed their tiny fairie dresses, with the expectation that they would soon be copulating with the right-sized man.
Dervish hesitated, the dewdrop glowing softly on the leaf before him. He bent closer, noticing its gentle pulse seemed to quicken, as if sensing his presence. With a deep breath, he pinched the leaf's edge and tilted it toward his lips. The dewdrop slid into his mouth, cool and weightless, like a drop of liquid starlight.
For an instant, nothing happened. Then, a tingling warmth spread from his chest to his fingertips, as though his very essence was being drawn inward. The ground beneath him seemed to stretch and expand, the towering Lumina Arbour growing impossibly larger with every heartbeat. Grass blades became towering green walls; flowers loomed like vibrant, petaled suns.
Before he could fully grasp what had occurred, Eilean's delighted laughter filled his ears. She now stood eye-to-eye with him, her silvery wings shimmering in the dappled light.
"Welcome to the world as we see it, great adventurer", she said, a playful smile curving her lips.
Eilean quickly slipped out of her gown and approached Dervish hesitantly. She held her nude body against his, her ample bosoms pressed between them. Dervish could feel her heart fluttering against his chest as she reached down and grabbed hold of his bod, which quickly stiffened.
The fairies of the tizzy surrounded the two, their voiceless melodies weaving an intricate symphony of exaltation. Then they began hooting and hollering, boisterously encouraging Dervish to proceed with the coitus. Eilean laid back in the cool vibrant green moss, her wings folding beneath her. Spreading her legs she guided Dervish's bod into her quivering faighin.
Eilean's body shuddered in eacstais as waves of tlachd washed over her. Finally Dervish filled her with his sìol.
Breathing deeply, Dervish withdrew. "I am exhausted", he remarked. "I don't see how I can service all of you".
Eilean lay in the còinneach, her skin flush; her bosoms rising and falling as she drew deep breaths. "My sense is that the childing has been successfully initiated", she gasped.
A grinn brown-haired fairie woman, pushed by her troupe members, approached Dervish. He recognized her as Luna, the faerie woman who, aside from Eilean, he had spent the most time with.
"I am next", she declared nervously as she fingered the nipples of her full round breasts.
The other faries cheered her on, chanting "G'wan, G'wan, G'wan, G'wan". They shouted this over and over, their voices rising to a din.
Luna approached Dervish, who was lying in the soft grass next to Eilean. Luna stood over Dervish, one foot on either side of his body. She starred down at him, then turned around suddenly and lowered herself onto his face. "This will ensure your seasmhachd", she explained.
Dervish suddenly realized he was starved for the taste of saccharine faerie nectar, and so eagerly began to eat her out. As soon as he tasted the narcotic liqueur he felt wholly reinvigorated. His fearalachd sprung to life again as Luna inhaled him down to the root.
After that Dervish found he was easily able to perform for every last member of the tizzy. By his count he engaged in 38 rounds before he was done.
Upon completion of the monumental task, all the members of the tizzy roared with applause. The clapping and cheering gradually dying out.
The last faerie lady closed her legs as Dervish withdrew. "That was fierce fhaochag!", Roweina exclaimed as she began to weep with joy.
"Don't cry", Dervish said, attempting to console her. Looking down Dervish noted he remained cruaidhe. "I could do you all again, just to be sure", he concluded.
The 38 faeries present started jumping in jubilation, their tiny, glimmering wings fluttering like a dazzling, silver storm. Their laughter rang out, bright and melodic, as they clasped hands and danced about. Breaking into song, they harmonized the ethereal fey tune of aoibhneas (happiness), the notes carrying the weight of centuries-old magic.
Several tooted on faerie flutes, their delicate instruments glowing faintly with an inner light. Others plucked enchanted harp strings woven from spider silk, each pluck creating a shimmer of stardust in the air. Soon, the music took on a life of its own, weaving through the forest and awakening slumbering flowers that bloomed in radiant colors.
A brave few climbed atop dancing mushrooms, chanting "Ar bó!" as they twirled with giddy abandon. One mischievous faerie tossed a burst of sparkling powder into the sky, which rained down as a gentle cascade of iridescent light. The entire clearing seemed to come alive, an explosion of magic and joy as though the very world was celebrating.
As the jubilant faeries danced and music filled the air, a deep, resonant horn blast echoed through the clearing. The sound carried with it an ancient authority, vibrating through the trees and stilling the festivities as though time itself had paused to listen. One by one, the faeries froze mid-dance, their wings trembling with anticipation.
Out of the shimmering air, a golden light began to coalesce at the ràth's edge. It grew brighter and more radiant, forming into the shape of a regal figure -- Her Majesty Queen Eimíle, the sovereign of these fey. Her gown sparkled like sunlight on dew, and her crown, woven from moonlit vines and studded with gems of every hue, seemed to pulse gently with its own inner magic.
The faeries knelt in unison, heads bowed low, their earlier mirth now replaced by reverent awe. The queen's voice, smooth and melodic, carried across the clearing with ease.
"Dervish Sanders, I presume?" she began, her tone a perfect blend of authority and warmth. She stepped forward, her radiant gaze meeting Dervish's eyes. "Rise, exceptional bàsmhor".
Dervish was quite nervous, given that he was still completely rùisgte. Even though all the faeries of the troop also were; he was the only one present with a fully erect scytel. He already was risen. Though he inferred she meant to his feet, and so he stood.
The Queen glanced down and a smile formed on her face. "I see why Eilean is so impressed. I am as well". Queen Eimíle signaled for assistance, and several of her subjects rushed to her aid.
"Help me out of my gown", she instructed them.
Disrobed, the Queen began to sway, gyrating her hips. Dervish's eyes were drawn to her magnificent breasts, then down her flat stomach, a small divot in place of her belly button, which she lacked (as did all the other faeries), given that she was one of the non-born. The queen possessed a perfect hourglass figure. Dervish's eyes moved down to her majesty's exquisite vulva. Moonlight shown through her thigh gap, captivating him.
"Your reward", She announced as she continued to sway. "This is a great honor. And, I assure you that, even though you have feasted on the faighin of all the members of Eilean's troop, mine is beyond compare".
Dervish was certain she spoke the truth, even before tasting. Though he found he was anxious to, so he knelt, extended his tongue and began kissing and licking. A honey floral sent filled his nostrils as he devoured his duais.
The fairie tizzy gathered around closely, starring in rapt silence and amazement.
"I wasn't about to miss out", the Queen said in her defense while Dervish continued to orally pleasure her. Eimíle moaned loudly and spurted, producing a sapid deoch which quickly intoxicated him, driving his libido to superhuman heights.
Queen Eimíle mounted Dervish after pushing him to the ground. Remaining still and using the power of her muscular faighin alone, she began kneading his bod with rhythmic, rippling pulses. Experiencing pleasure beyond any he had known before, Dervish cried out in exalted euphoria.
Numerous sex positions later, the Queen declared herself satiated. All the faeries of the tizzy cheered as Queen Eimíle proclaimed, "let the tales of your deeds echo through the realms". All fell silent as the Queen stood, several faeries rushing to help her re-dress.
Then, with a wave of her delicate hand, all faeries burst into applause, their joy resuming, though now tempered with the solemnity of the moment.
After the Queen departed Dervish found he was easily able to service all 38 of the sìthiche women a second, and then a third time. The moon disappeared as the sun rose. The sun began to set again when it was finally determined that all the members of the tizzy were surely and undoubtedly air an lìonadh.
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