- Yes, I say to you - there are no fairies!
- Batyu your, Aen, to listen, so the women do not happen, and look - you got out from somewhere! - Gygyknul Mart, the son of a village blacksmith.
- And if they are, why is no one there to see them, eh? - parried fair-haired boy, nicknamed Aen.
- So this is ... I myself heard that they are with people who catch them ... - the miller’s eldest son joined.
- In-in, Aen, this is you, we have a hundred-son, future warrior. If so dared, go to the woods on the Devils day and check it yourself, there are fairies, or not. - Martha, apparently, the argument very quickly tired.
- And what, as I return, will you believe my word? Ha. - threw his head Aen.
- A and believe, you did not know how to lie ever. In short, you go to the forest with the sunrise and the next morning you come.
- And so what?
- If you prove yours - we will beat off knives with you, as you dreamed of nadys. Do not prove it - jingle. Well, hands?
- Deal. Vasil, break.

The future miller broke the handshake, and the hushed company slowly wandered back to their homes. It was dusk, and the setting Sun painted the green fields in a golden-purple color.
- The wind will rise ... - Vasil spat.
- It will rise, of course. - nodded according to Aen. - The father said yesterday, his legs twist the beginning again.
- Demons day, so that his ... Listen, you would not go, eh?
But Aen and Marta stared at him so much that the miller's son found it best to fall silent.

***
- Where are you going, son? - asked Miroslav, the old centurion.
- Yes, I want to go to the forest, dad. - answered Aen, collecting a knapsack.
- Yeah. In the forest, then ... Fey udumal search? - Father smiled in his mustache.
- And if only fairies! The son laughed in response. - He himself said, they do not exist.
- So it is so, you can say anything ... Your business. You redid your work, but look to run a dozen miles through the woods, since you will not train. At the same time you will look, although it would be better in the village to look for your fairy. Look, every second stares at you, and you turn up your nose ...
- Yes, it will be you, Dad! Day and night in that forest I will stay and return.
- Come back, where are you going. Tie your bag and go to bed, tomorrow I will send you out.

Aenu’s dreams were restless. He wandered through the woods, half-naked, and somehow knew if the fairy grabbed him, something so terrible would happen that even death was half that bad. The guy was walking, shying away from each shadow, when suddenly cold palms lay on bare shoulders.
- So-so, who is this so brave? - rustled over his ear, and Aen froze, unable to move. Palms straightened his hands, lingering on the muscles, held on the back, leaving a crowd of goosebumps.
- What, scary? - whispered fairy. - Or maybe not go? You will be afraid, you lie to friends, and? - quiet laughter was scattered with silver bells. “Nah, you're not afraid, my hero ... my booty.” - With these words, an invisible creature bit his earlobe, and Aen woke with a cry.

***
He approached the forest with a heavy heart. From the very morning the sky sucked in the humor, and no, no, but raindrops broke. The trees were roaring restlessly - the wind, as predicted yesterday by Vasil, was gradually rising. Not once or twice, the young man was tormented by doubts whether it was worth going into the forest for the sake of a silly argument, when evil spirits — which, however, do not happen — run the ball there. But he didn’t want to be a coward even more, and he forced himself to walk on.

Here is a lake surrounded by weeping willows. Quickly throwing off his clothes, he plunged into the outgoing steam. They said that a hot key beats deep out of the ground, because even in winter the lake never freezes ...
Here is a familiar clearing where they and the boys went to eat strawberries. Summer is now in full swing, and Aen quickly found a dozen sweet blood-red berries. He did not suspect anything, even when he suddenly wanted to sleep.

“So what are you really, my hero ...” the familiar voice whispered.
Aen abruptly opened his eyes and jumped to his feet.The fairy was ... He did not find the words to describe her. Medium height, very slim, with greenish skin. Triangular face with black eyes, sharp ears, as if with brushes even, and a dress ... He choked. The dress, as if made from foliage, barely reached the fairy to the middle of the thighs, while at the same time revealing a small breast. The young man swallowed hollowly.
- Well, have you seen enough? Now let me take a look.

Aen stood, unable to take his eyes off the wonderful creature. Creation frowned.

- Undress, my hero, take off your clothes. Or help you, huh? - the fairy for a moment showed the scarlet claws that adorned her graceful fingers.
The young man awkwardly, almost breaking off, pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Fairy nodded approvingly, clearly expecting to continue.
“What ...” Aen blushed deeply. - Completely undress?
- What are you! The fairy snapped. - Of course, absolutely, I should look at my booty.
Aen somehow removed his boots and, with trembling hands, tried to untie the straps on his pants. The knot did not yield, and the fairy, slapping the young man’s hands, untied him in two movements, allowing his pants to fall down.
“And the boy liked it,” she giggled, looking at the sight that had opened.

The fairy touched a tense cock with her fingers, stroked it, slightly scratched with claws ... Then she grabbed and pulled at herself, forcing the young man to come close to her.
“You know,” she said, looking into his eyes, “if you had gotten me some other time, we would have had a lot of fun with you.” But...
Releasing Aena, she walked around him and pressed her back, putting his hands on his chest. She squeezed her nipples for a moment, and then began to shamely paw him. Cold hands seem to be everywhere, and he melted with these touches.
- But you yourself know what happens to those who come to us in Demons day. - The fairy moved away and now she ran her claws down her back, then suddenly she began to knead her buttocks. “The earth is hungry, and you feed it today.”

- I'll feed ... how? - through force he squeezed.
“So, as your legends say, my hero.” - touches stopped. “Just as you always fed her.” With your blood. Turn around.
Aen turned around. The fairies were not visible, but the grass in the clearing became much thicker and greener, weaving into a solid carpet. Strange flowers here and there made their way through him, and Aen, with a shudder, noticed how red, predatory heads turned towards him.
- Yes, yes, this is for you! - the voice of the fairy was heard, and the young man twitched, turning to her. Now she was completely naked, and in her hand she held a bunch of long, thin rods. - Well, that froze, lie down! - rods whistled in the air and slapped him on the buttocks.
On stiff legs, he walked over to the grass bed and turned.
“Lie down on your stomach, stupid!” - again, laughter and a new slap.

Forest scum rudely unfolded it and flogged with its bare foot, causing it to fall. Lying on springy stems, the young man with horror felt how the vegetation began to move and released new processes, neatly but firmly twisting his genitals. He tried to escape from this captivity and stopped, pierced by sharp pain.
“There still have to be thorns, you know?” - the fairy whispered in her ear. “But you will be an obedient boy and you will not twitch, will you?”
- But why so? - a dry throat refused to obey.
- Free will, my hero! - the fairy grinned and lashed him from the bottom of his heart. - You can leave at any time, and no one will keep you. True, you leave with some ... losses! - another blow, again on the ass.

She didn’t stitch very much, but the places where the blows fell were starting to burn. Blow after blow, she stripped the young man’s buttocks, and he, clenching his teeth and clutching his hands at the stalks, tried not to twitch - and not to scream. Suddenly the restraints restraining him were set in motion again, and the flogging ceased.
“However ...” cold fingers touched the burning skin, and Aena's moan of bliss broke from his lips. “The earth does not want your blood, so your sacrifice will be different.”
Under her palms the burning sensation turned into a pleasant warmth.

- Would you admit that never with anyone ...

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