Secrets of the Fae, Chapter 4: The Morning
#4 of Secrets of the Fae
A warm touch of morning sunlight stroked my cheek as I stirred beneath my blankets. I sighed and shifted, feeling just so contently warm and satisfied after such a strangely erotic dream. I could still feel a gentle, lustful tingle upon my lap as I shifted quietly into my blankets and pillow. The warm, reassuring scent of sweat was gentle in the air as I licked my lips, thinking over the vibrant images of that dream. The cool air and crisp dew as I seemed to have transformed into that dream girl. I closed my eyes tighter, concentrating on remembering those sexy curves and delicate features, her small, perfect young breasts capped with plump, perky nipples. That pretty, slim belly and pretty belly button on alabaster skin, leading to the gentle peach fuzz of newly adolescent folds, plump and slippery with readiness. A shy turn trying to hide those lust filled folds, just showing off a perfectly round rump and a pair of pretty, inviting fox tails just adds to the erotic dream quality of her body. Those long fox ears giving a shy flick and fold even as a pair of tails begin to lift up invitingly...
There's a stirring against my body, a hot warmth wrapping around my side as I jolt from that daydream. Inches from me is the wide, chesire grin of a certain deer boy, his features even, well, cuter up close. His tan skin and big buck ears giving him an exotic appeal as I flush in surprise. I can feel his nude skin against my chest, pressing softly against my soft breasts. ... I nearly fall from the bed, only his large hands holding me in as I look down. The blankets of my bed are not there, instead there is a soft, plush silk blanket that glimmers with exotic runes sewn on with gold thread. A sprinkling of rose petals adds a faint perfume, as I realize that soft male scent is not my own. I peer down shyly, revealing the creamy smooth skin of the girl I was dreaming of as my own flesh. A furious blush at how wet my lap feels as I quickly close my legs tight together. The smooth, sensual curve of my lap feels so very odd as I'm pressed closer against the heat of the bucky satyr I had once been chasing. It seems indeed I did indeed catch him, although definitely not in the way I expected. Eyes wide, I shyly ask "um... where am I?"
And my surprise grows once more when my own familiar voice is replaced with a sweet, singsong voice, and a strange, melodic language bubbles from my lips. I just blink in confusion while the satyr teen hugs me closer against him, giving me a little nuzzle and kiss upon a cheek. His big hands around my waist to brush one of my tails, sending shivers up my spine as he answers me, "Why, Home of course."
I squirm softly against his side, cheeks bright pink with embarrassment while I feel new ears flicking shyly atop my head. The new feelings are weird and wonderfully exciting as I reach out softly, giving his smooth chest a gentle rub. I realize moments later I could understand that musical language he spoke as if it was perfect English. I rub my new ears, the sensitive touch making them flick on their own, the touch of silky fur feeling very nice as I close my eyes and try to think. He spoke in that strange language. But, it was English in my head, or at least, understandable as such. Though concentrating on such thoughts was tricky while a pair of fingers danced upon the base of my two tails, sending hot shivers up my spine and a growing heat in my lap. I writhe softly against his side, feeling that silky hide of his legs against my own smooth legs as I look up to his eyes "I... I can understand you."
His brown eyes gaze back kindly as he gives another cheerful, naughty grin. I tremble a little when his fingers tickle down from that tail, to play with the supple curve of hip and rump, a little murmur escaping my lips while he replies "Oh, of course, all Fae can understand each other. Otherwise it'd be really confusing now for new changelings like you." He gives a little wink "Although I bet you do have a lot of questions on your mind."
Indeed my mind races with thoughts, though the constant touch and tease of his warm, inviting hands and body keep them from forming fully. Awkwardly I reach out, to give a soft hug around his chest. The feeling of breasts pressing to his chest, even if they're my own, makes me squirm with erotic needs. His skin is warm and soft against my own, and I let a hand reach down to stroke one of his strong legs. The hide is soft and silky against my fingers as I trace down his thighs, feeling the strength within. It begins to dawn on me what that firm, hot sensation against my belly is, feeling a sudden kiss on my lips as I begin to blush bright pink again. Ears burning with shy embarrassment at realizing his arousal has been pressed against me the whole time. I lean back a little, giving a little peek down to examine the feral flesh pressed to my belly. The crimson penis is slim and long, definitely not anything human, and the extra, naughty touch of his animal maleness makes me shift my hips. Shyly I peek up, biting my lip when I notice he's staring down towards my own lap in his own examination. Slowly I turn, and quietly open my legs just a little, as I reach around to give his tail a quiet little touch. It seems that, well, when in bed, naked, with the boy of your literal dreams, you may as well enjoy it.
A quiet moan escapes my lips as his hands drag up my back firmly, reaching around to give my breasts a slow squeeze. I sprawl out more beneath him, panting slowly for breath as his fingers tease and pinch the firm flesh of firm, pink nipples, making electric tingles of pleasures race through my body. I quietly arch and shift, feeling covers be pulled back to expose my new body for the cervine lover while I blush, biting a lip when I realize I don't even know his name. I turn to him, reaching out to brush his ears and antlers with a gentle touch, "um.. I never did find out your name now..."
The buck just grins and noses in, soft kisses leading up my chin to lips with sensual warmth, "oh, it's Brightstep, we should indeed introduce ourselves if you're to be our Lover." His words had a strange fullness to them, his name making images of a prancing deer enter my head. Though the Lover word is what made me really gasp, seeing myself pleasing many others in various carnal ways, belly round and heavy with pregnancy. A breeder for the tribe as I couldn't help but moan out softly, "wh.. what... lover?" Although my words lacked quite the same meaning it seemed.
His lips reached up, nibbling my eartips as he squirmed against my belly with flush heat, whispering to me "Of course, someone as pretty as you would become a Lover. Although I think Johnathan isn't quite a fitting name for something a sweet as you... how about Snowfall?"
A brief vision of a fox, trotting proudly through the snow entered with the new name... as it seemed my past life's memories faded just a little more with my renaming. I bit my lip, unable to do much but nod a little, surprised that he knew my name and still overwhelmed by being named as a lover. Or Lover, as it seems. Meanwhile those soft hands stroke down my belly, making me whimper with pleasure as I pant, trying to ask another question. "what do you mean by... love... lo... Lover?" The word is hard to get out, especially with the erotic sensations it carries with it. The lust filled emotions the word brings me strangely fulfilling as I breathed heavily.
Those bright eyes glimmered with naughty knowledge as he kissed my nose "Oh, you'll find out soon enough, the Ritual will be soon to begin..." There was a deliciously naughty touch to that word as I shyly squirmed beneath the touch of fingers on my smooth thighs. Although he seemed to be holding back a little on what this ritual was, though I had quite an idea it would be very erotic. His hands cupping my hips before rubbing up a belly as he continued "In fact, I think it's about time to lead our newest changeling out for your Ritual."
I gulped a little, feeling his kisses while big hands wrapped around me. I realized how much smaller I was, his body large to my new, feminine form. Lifted up and held close, I flushed strongly, enjoying his scent as my tails flicked. I looked curiously out the door of the small hut we were in, seeing a ring of people of all shapes and sizes. It seemed most everyone was part animal, of every shape and kind and combination, a curiously feral group as they all seemed to be watching, waiting for us. Steadily I was led out into the bright sunlight, held like a bride carried to her room, making my nude form all the more flushed as he walked towards the awaiting group...