This summer, kitty and I had many a great adventure. This is one of those crazy times. I wrote it all up the same weekend we got back, this is that piece.
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I am a quiet person by nature, it is by no means because I can’t socialize, I actually have the charisma of British Royalty, I just enjoy watching people. Human beings are a fascinating grouping of atoms. My silent personality has been known to highly confuse extroverts and suitors alike, they hardly know just how to react around me. It is this misunderstanding that leads to confusion and occasionally drama, but that is neither here nor there. This, my dear readers, is a story of deep seeded lust, and the social awkwardness that comes from a desire to fuck a random stranger’s brains out.
You see, he had these eyes, he could gain anything he wanted with those iceberg blue irises but honestly, it wasn’t those that I saw at first, it was his arms. By firelight, the muscle tone was enough to make me shiver. It was only until later I even saw his eyes. As I danced beside the fire, I could feel his gaze on my curves. Though he was a gorgeous man, I thought nothing of it at the time and it was only until the next day things started getting interesting/
So there I was, running around the crowd with my boobs squished up to my chin in a corset, hawking for tips. You should probably know just why that was I suppose. With my charismatic powers I was a tavern wench for the weekend, doing all I could to get those poor, drunk bastards to shove money down my cleavage. While walking around, I spotted the aforementioned man and figured, with the power of TITS, I could easily get at least a few bucks from the man. Be prepared folks for a pantie-wetting good time, it’s just around the corner.
With my charisma and cuteness on overdrive, I meandered towards the man and waited for him to see me. That’s really not such a hard task though, as my boobs were practically flying out to greet the world. He tapped me on the shoulder and as I spun around, I found myself stunned and frozen in his gaze. His eyes, they were mere inches from my face, and all I could manage to do was stare and attempt to reel my lower jaw back to a more attractive position.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I was too dumbfounded to truly comprehend. I know it had something to do with my piercings, and I vaguely remember sputtering something about my other body modifications. As they were mostly covered, I figured that would be the end of this not-so two-sided conversation. I would be able to walk away with at least a little dignity in tact, but nooooo… The man wanted to know more, though I had little muscle control and practically no words to speak of. Did he not know he held so much power over this little faery? I turned around and slowly started hitching up my skirts to show off the tattoos on my thighs. He kept prompting me to lift a little higher and at this point, the only thing I could think was “Thank Cthulu I actually wore underwear tonight…” For the record, they were the sexiest pair of black lacy panties I own, just thought I’d throw that out there.
By the time I was 100% sure my lace-covered ass was visible to the world, I felt his fingertips gently brush against my thighs and just on my butt. He mumbled something about it being “really nice” though I am still unsure as to whether he meant the tattoos or my ass, so I’m just gonna go with both. He put his money into my corset and bade me permission to go. I walked back to the tavern a hot, gooey mess, both below the belt and in my head. He approached me once more that night, asking when I got off work, and said that he would be more than happy to escort me to a quieter area… I’m sure he would…
By the time I could go out to look for him again, he was nowhere to be found. All I know of the man was that he had gorgeous eyes, was ridiculously sexy, and was a heavy fighter. He had introduced himself to me but alas, I was too stupefied to remember his name. It was that night when Kitty and I plotted to meander up to the heavy fighter’s field, for her boy toy would be there too. The next day, I talked to him on the field, I had been preparing myself for that moment all morning. I was a composed and thought-provoking woman, at least on the outside, but that’s all that matters, right?
First thing’s first, he vowed to take the bells from my ankles, my shackles to the human world. I get up to far too much trouble when no one can hear me coming, and he can’t steal away a fae if she’s going to be jingling the whole time. It was a challenge, but I knew he could succeed. With promises made for an exciting night to come, Kitty and I went back to camp to prepare for another night of Wenching. It took hours, but by the time we had finished, there was no way in Hades our respective men wouldn’t be clamoring to undo the laces of our bodices by the time the night was through. It was fool proof, I tell you.
As I stood on my barrel serving beer to lonely men, I couldn’t help but wonder where on earth my mystery man was. Kitty and her toy were snogging in my peripheral vision, but alas, mine was nowhere to be seen. This simply wouldn’t do. I therefore presented the snogging couple with a quest. As I am fae, I have the power to do many a magical thing, controlling animals and granting wishes being only the tip of the iceberg. I crouched atop my barrel and began explaining their quest in great detail.
“I have a quest for you, my daring adventurers! There is a man, with eyes the color of ice, arms the tone of Atlas himself, and legs the size of tree trunks! I need you to search these Outlands far and near for a man matching my description. Nothing more, nothing less, I will not accept him otherwise! I shall grant you one last mug of beer for your journey, but no more until you return with my prize. If you succeed you shall receive all the beer your stomach can contend with, 1,000 gold coins a piece, 100 XP, and a single wish. Now! Be off, and do not return until you have found this man, lest you wish to suffer extreme consequences, and be punished by the fae! Best of luck on your journey!”
And with that, the two left yo find my hot piece of man-flesh. I waited atop my barrel, keeping a lookout for my fighter.
MEANWHILE… Kitty and her boy wandered across the land, inquiring as to the whereabouts of my man. They explained that they had been sent on a quest from a Tavern Faery, and would greatly appreciate any information the travellers might have. They stumbled across pirates, they danced to the drumbeat of a musical caravan, looked to the stars above for the guidance, and attempted a vigil for a knight where they unsuccessfully attempted to drink the mystery alcohol presented before them. They could not quench their thirst for the promised beer were they to succeed. It wasn’t until later they came back to the tavern empty-handed, only to find I had disappeared.
What felt like hours later, he approached me at my tavern post, removed my bells, and escorted me around the Outlands. We danced, gazed at the heavens above, an eventually found our way back to my tent. It was there Kitty and her man met up with us, and as promised. she received the fury of the fae. Skirt tails flying, we fought in the tent as our men watched in amazed silence. Victory was had by me, and she escaped with her life, though no dignity to speak of…