he was not, and we would have had a completely different conversation ... - in the voice of his tormentor there were notes of regret. A real cocoon of small stalks intertwined around the member at that time, and something wet poked into the head, clasping it. - But what's done is done.
Cocoon began to rhythmically shrink, and in this warm, moist captivity, the erection returned very quickly. But the forest scum seemed to mock him, keeping it on the edge - once Aen felt that something would happen now that never happened to him, the ripple stopped, and the fairy, laughing, continued to nag him on the bottom, shamelessly thrusting her second hand to herself between the legs.

Gradually, the pain from the enchanted twigs, the enjoyment of the cocoon that squeezed the penis ready to burst, and the cold droplets of the beginning rain, falling on a naked body, merged into a bizarre rafting, and Aen felt how the dark flame inflamed deep inside. And after a particularly strong blow, he arched and shouted, filling his cocoon with an eagerly sucking his seed. It was dark in the eyes, the heart pounded like a hammer and the young man was breathing heavily, sprawling helplessly on the vegetation bed. Soon, he felt the stems holding him strangling, completely licked all the traces of the seed.

- Well, my hero ... - evil spirits held bars on the spine. - Earth, you put, fed. But what a bad luck ...
- And what? - turned the young man's head to her.
- And such that ... - the rod used to draw patterns on the back, and in the places where it touched the skin, there were burning, for some reason, such pleasant traces. - Such that now I am hungry. Of course, you can leave ... free will, you know ... but ... - the fairy licked her lips, showing a sharp tongue. - For some reason, I think you liked it, and you ... you may want to express ... gratitude. - and a light slap on the shoulders.
- Thanks, ha! - Aen laughed hoarsely. - Scum, you'll have to make me!
“This is how I spoke ...” said the fairy. - Wow, a boy with a flogged ass will set conditions for me! - she laughed.
- And you define, evil. I do not think that a whipped boy can ... satisfy your hunger.
- Oh, okay, okay, touchy what. Be yours, roll over.
- And why is that?
- I will force you, why else.

Aen rolled over, and then thick stalks firmly pressed him to the ground, leaving only his hands and head free.
- What about free will? He grinned.
- What is free will? - evil made round eyes. “You yourself refused it when you asked to make you.” So, and what do we have here ... Yeah, you find out? - against the will of the young man jerked when in front of his face the tops of nettle swayed.
- Decided to tell me what to do with you? - the fairy scoffed, holding nettles over his body, but never touching.
- I somehow do not understand who among us is hungry.
- Now we find out. - All ostentatious gaiety disappeared from her voice, and her lips compressed into a stubborn line.

Nettle touched the right nipple and began its way down the body. The young man arched and moaned.
- beg!
The torture was repeated, now on the right side. Only one moan again.
- And if so? - and a blow to the feet. Aen only smiled contemptuously.
After a dozen slaps on the chest and stomach - the young man bit his lip - the fairy was thinking.
“I see you cannot penetrate you like this ... And it’s also reluctant to spoil such a skin.”
- Here I am wondering how you then ... tied me, right?
- Well?
- And if you come across a girl, how is she with this ... your free will?
- What are you thinking?
- Oh, nothing, just boring, having fun as I can.
- Oh you! - nettle froze dangerously close to the groin. - Well, then I ... have fun.

With these words, she threw the beam on the hips of the young man, sat Aena on the chest. From the cold touch of her body, the pain almost instantly disappeared, leaving only a sharp nettle smell.Having settled down more conveniently, she went to all fours and leaned towards Aen's member, carefully taking it with her fingers.
The young man looked at the strong buttocks, legs and a small, neat slit between them. The fairy leaned back, practically perching on her face with a crotch, and the smell of spicy herbs hit her nose. In addition to the will, from such a spectacle a member stood up, and the insidious scum, holding it, held nettle on the trunk. The guy turned out, and he barely restrained a scream.
- beg!

Unable to withstand the struggle with the smell that is spinning around his head, Aen grabbed her by the sides and, pressing tightly, pressed his lips into this green bud, trying to penetrate deeper into the tongue. Fairy screamed and immediately moaned from the surging bliss.
- The best request, just continue-a-a-ahhh ...
From the disturbing herbal smell and pain in the burnt skin, he almost went crazy. And the evil spirits licked its trunk, taking the head with its lips and sucking it, then suddenly it was taken over the nettle. Aen, on the other hand, felt some bump and now concentrated on him, tearing new moans from the evil spirits. Finally, the fairy got sick of torturing him and she took the dick in her mouth, teasing the head with a sharp tongue while dexterous fingers caressed his eggs.

The first finished young man, frantically clinging to the buttocks of evil and pouring into her mouth. That rumbling like a cat, swallowed his seed, and then suddenly shivered and fell on Aena, subtly screaming and filling his mouth with her juice. Aen, choking, swallowed spicy-smelling sweet poison, and the member did not even think to fall. Something snapped in the head and the young man, holding evil spirits in his hands, easily rose from the bed, breaking off the grass bonds.
Throwing the fairy on the grass, he spread her legs and thrust a member into the cherished gap. He worked like a hammerman and evil, moaning deafly, wrapped his arms and legs around him. A minute later, he got up and pressed her back to a tree, continuing to measure it steadily on himself, sometimes glaring at her lips in a crazy kiss. Touches, formerly cold, now burned. Finally, the cry of the fairy cut through the silence of the forest, and Aen's growl echoed him.

Exhausted, smeared with seed and juice, they fell into the grass and lay, embracing.
“I hope you're not hungry now,” said the young man, covering the triangular face of evil with kisses.
- Yes, you comforted me - she giggled in response.
- Tell me, why all this happened? - hands began to stroke her body, but there was no longer any desire for these movements, only a tired tenderness.
- Well ... maybe I wanted to teach a little arrogant boy a lesson who claimed that I did not exist?
- May be. - green fingers again touched a member. “But for some reason I don’t believe you.”
“And please,” the fairy hurtly pouted her lips offendedly, but she didn’t stop affection. “But you got the rod for just that.” Oh wait, you have to remove ...
- Do not. - he covered her hand with his. - Let remains on memory.
“I have seen such a memory in Helm.” Come on, turn on your stomach ... yes, I overdid it.
- What is it?
“The land has nevertheless received your blood.” It's okay, and she will thank you, but it was unnecessary.
Scum bent over Aena's buttocks and began to lick them like a cat, putting saliva on damaged skin.
“You know, so I will soon ... get hungry,” he laughed, lying face down in the grass.
“He’s getting hungry ...” the fairy grumbled and got up, finally slapping him hard on the bottom. - Lie down for about five minutes - and you can go home. Get dressed as you go out of the woods. Not earlier. And more ... If ... when you get hungry, you know where to look for me.

The guy lay and listened to how the barely audible steps of evil spirited. I tried to get up - but the grass rustled unhappily and grabbed my arms and legs, without letting go. He smiled and froze, listening to the silence. Finally the grass shackles were asleep and he jumped to his feet. The lodge was no longer there, he again stood on that very strawberry glade where he had slept. It cleared up, and now the Sun was shining with might and main. Aen had already thought that this had come to him, but then he noticed that he was completely naked, between the legs was sticky and green from the juice, and his back and thighs were exhausted with swollen, purple-blue marks from the rods that had just disappeared.With a power, he ran his palms over the buttocks, causing the last echoes of sweet pain, and it seemed to him that somewhere near he heard a familiar silver laugh. Laughing in response - the body was overwhelmed with lightness - he grabbed the things lying next to him and, stepping lightly, went to the lake.

***
- Well, so, Aen, are there fairies or not? - Mart asked when the company again gathered at the pond.
- People talk, but all this nonsense. - the guy smiled, looking at the calm water.
“Yeah, and because of these stupid things, you disappeared for a week,” remarked Vasil.
- Well, ring out, friends. I didn’t find a fay in the forest, but here ... In short, Mart, you don’t want to do a knife - and a demon with them.
- You know, Aen, I was wrong. They are ready for a hundred years now, only I decided to pin up you ... - with these words, the grasshopper's son reached into the bag and took out the greased bundle. - Tie, do not power it, you yourself will do it.
Aen stared at the bluish steel, polished to the mirror and gleaming oily at the sun — and with a sigh hid the throwing knife back into the fabric.
- Thanks, buddy. I do not know how to thank you for such a miracle.
- When you disappeared, I was ready ... Ah, but what now to say, I was afraid I should go. - Mart waved his hands. - Dad, how are you?
- What is there ... I did not say anything, I just shook my head ... And then I slapped such a bream that I almost didn’t make a hole in my head in the hut.
The trinity laughed carelessly.

On the border of the forest, a large lynx with a strange, greenish coat stretched rather and adjoined black eyes. She is not hungry ... she will wait.
And in the darkened country house the old centurion sighed sadly, remembering his youth and his Devils day. He will wait too - praise to the gods, it’s just a little bit to wait.

From the author: I will be original: the outline of the story appeared to me in a dream. Such a half-sleepy semi-delirium after several thousand miles behind the wheel. The next morning, the idea was overgrown with details, the details were formed ... But I clearly did not have enough talent and skills to describe it not too clumsily. The first story that I wanted to share with someone.