There exists a legend in Ireland. A legend of fairies. Well, there are a lot of them. But one in particular is important to this tale. The legend of the Faerie Sluts.
One young man heard this legend many times and thought to seek it out. He researched and read, worked out the facts, and went searching. He headed deep into a vibrant Irish forest, deep in the middle of winter, and hiked for hours. Snow drifted around him in a soft and pretty show.
Shean O'Keneday stepped over the fallen log and ran a hand along the trunk of a snow covered tree beside him. He was following hearsay and secondhand description he interpreted through modern day maps. In theory, this forest he was in was the correct forward to find the Faerie Sluts, all he had to do was find the correct grove.
The legend stated that any young, virile man to fall asleep in the grove of the Faerie Sluts would be set upon them. While the man slept, he would be milked for his semen. His dreams would be consumed with lust and he would experience the greatest pleasure any man could hope for. This would last for as long as the fairies believed he was asleep. They lived on the semen they could collect and they treated it like ambrosia.
Shean had the perfect plan for this: fake it. Fake sleep and let the Faeries get close and go for his cock. Once they were distracted, he would jump. Should they be as big of sluts as the stories claim, it would all work out.
The only problem was his information was spotty. He only had one solid point to work with. Multiple stories agreed that the Faerie Slut's grove had a single large standing stone and two smaller boulders right next to it. A veritable rock hard cock of their own to dance and sing around.
According to local maps, the forest was public land and only a few miles across. It wouldn't be difficult to search. Some might think that would diminish the legend of the Faerie Sluts but it had taken him months to confirm which of Ireland's many deciduous forests it spoke of.
He didn't even have time to start doubting when he came upon an opening in the trees. It was a break in the uneven snow piled over all the tree roots and bushes. The clearing was smooth, untouched snow. In the center was a six foot column of grey stone with a bulging tip and a little tuft of snow piled atop it. Two large boulders sat on the left, both snowy like the others.
"Oh yeah... This is it." Shean grinned broadly and stomped across the smooth snow to the rock cock. As quickly as he could, he stomped down an area of snow around the boulder balls. He leaned back against it and gave a huge, fake yawn. He fluttered his eyes a bit. A minute later, he closed his eyes and prepared to wait.
And wait...
And wait.
He had no idea how long it took but eventually he felt it. It took his entire force of will exerted to the point of breaking in order to keep from moving. A touch as soft as the wind brushed up along his pants. He let himself crack the tiniest of glances.
One of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had a hand on his dick. She had wide, plump hips atop very long legs. Her waist was impossible thin and led up a toned belly to massive breasts. Her curly ice-blue hair looked as fine as candy floss and seemed to float about her head from the breeze of her dragonfly wings.
There was curls of frost and ice coating her body like finely crafted art. It spread like snowflakes up her thigh and across her naked pussy. White designs as intricate and fine as any snowflake covered each breast and were spread at random over every other part of her fair, pale pink skin.
She was also the size of a doll.
She stood on his pants, eyes extremely intent upon what was right beneath her. Her bare toes felt up and down the stiff cock beneath the jean material. She squatted down and pulled back the flap to get at the zipper. She pulled on it and it let his cock raise up into the cold air, blood stiffening the shaft further.
He had planned just for this moment. He didn't want to rush it though, the Faerie was sure to be extremely agile and would dodge him with ease. He had to wait for the right moment and make sure she didn't flee. So he let her continue and kept one of his eyes barely open enough to watch.
She looked up at his full size erection, her eyes wide with awe. Standing beside it, she was actually a finger's width shorter than his erection. That's not to say she was unbelievably tiny, for he had a very impressive cock.
First she started by leaning forward, hands on either side of his dick, and inhaled his scent. Not just smelled him, but put her nose to his cock and dragged her face upwards while breathing as deep as she could. Her entire body shuddered and she gave a squeaky little moan. Apparently man-musk was just what the little Faerie needed. She moved forward and hugged his cock the same way he might hug a tree. Only she wrapped one leg around him and started grinding her pussy against his dick. He felt a teensy bit of wetness rubbing off on him and the Faerie gave a very lewd moan. Her body felt cold against his skin and he could feel her little breasts rubbing against his foreskin.
Not yet. He knew she wasn't into it enough to be that distracted yet. She held onto his foreskin like a handle and wrapped her other leg around him. Her feet could barely meet on the other side and she ground herself faster along him.
His fingers kept as still as he could manage but one twitched in anticipation. The Faerie's head immediately snapped over and she stared at the one that had moved. The little thing had amazing hearing or a phenomenal sense of danger.
Whatever she had been thinking, she immediately lost it as a bead of precum seeped from his tip. She gasped with delight and her wings gave a little flutter. She jumped in the air and had her arms wrapped around the middle of his cockhead in an instant. The precum shone in her eyes like a tiny drop of pure gold. She licked her lips and dove forward, pressing her mouth into the sticky clear substance.
In just a few seconds, she had it cleaned up and was licking the opening to his urethra. The ticklish pleasure of it made his cock twitch and the fairie gave a wee yell of surprise. She squeezed his dick tighter in her embrace and kept herself on him. Apparently his dick moving wasn't enough to concern her, she must've expected it.
This was just the distraction he needed. He tried to will forth a fresh drool of precum and he focused on how he was going to do it. As the little droplet of Faerie bait started to grow again, he let his dick twitch again. The Faerie was ready this time and rode it out well, even going so far as to slam her face into his precum before he stopped moving again. He sprang his trap right then.
He snatched at her and managed to catch her against his dick. His fingers pinned her little body to it and she screamed in surprise. Before she could make any real escape attempt, he jammed his free hand into his pocket and came out with a little loop of strong fishing line. It went over her thrashing head and he let the knot pull tight around her throat.
She instantly went still and looked back at him, her eyes wide with fear and regret. He clicked his tongue and smiled, "Don't be scared, little Faerie. You're mine now and if the way you're going at that dick is any indication, you're going to love what I have in mind."
