Glamour and Charm
He was a solitary fey; watched with an uncaring eye as humanity passed on by him. Even when they dominated the world and threw him and the rest of his kin underground. He held no extra hostility towards them, because humanity was a rotting thing, dying from the inside out. He was more content to watch them destroy themselves then interfere. But that was until he found him. And he was... curious...
SasuNaru-Au, Dark Fic; Rape, Angst, Kidnapping {Discontinued}
Threshold
The sun blazed around him, grasping through even the thickest pact of branches and nettles. The minuscule rays that touched him burned greatly, but he did not flinch or give any sign that it irritated him. The rest of the forest was blessedly dark, with the dank mold scent that follows after a heavy rain. Here, the forest's inhabitants walked, loped, jumped and slithered about freely and without fear. Mankind would never venture this far. Birds sang in the branches, and squirrels twisted about his feet as he walked. The clatter was obnoxious, but no worse than the other voices.
The fey, plenty to be had in animal skins or appearing from their floral forms, whispered and giggled with gossip. Pointless prattle to his ears. It was fortunate that the lesser faerie clicked their jaws shut every time he passed. It made being here more bearable, though that was a near feat in itself. They flinched at his cast shadows, moving the barest inch away from his form. The smallest acknowledgment on his part was the only signal of his faint joy at their fear. But capricious giggles and simple naivety tore the fey closest to him out of their stupor quickly; returning them to their previous activities.
A wolverine faerie spoke through his hairy muzzle, recounting a story of his most recent sexual encounter to the lumbering bear fey by his side. More obnoxious chatter. Again, he filtered the wolverine's accentuated barks, until it was nothing more than white noise in the back of his head, wandering deeper into the dark forest.
Do you remember the stories your grandmother use to tell?
Beautiful and tragic tales, with a touch of the macabre?
Gone are the days of old, where warmth and comfort could be found among loved ones by the hearth. No longer does the world's lessons hold strong in the evening story-telling. All has been lost, tossed aside, to welcome in the new age. Of automobiles and planes, television and the world wide web -strange fantasies of humanity.
The illusions of fairies with pixie wings and sparkling wands preside; adorned in gossamer strips and smiles. Abandoned the image of truth, of faces much inhuman and clawed fingers reaching out from beneath.
Children losing sense as the modern world comes to fruition; never learning to fear.
Humanity was a sore.
A pus-filled, gangrene sore.
Each day it decayed, every hour it turned on itself; every second it degraded to an unthinkable creature far below that what it boasted itself to be. Mortals called themselves the smartest, empathic and strongest beings to dominate the world. Struck by vanity, the humans could hardly see beyond their own reflections to the carnage they bred. Superior, indeed.
Jealousy had eroded the memory of the others from their minds, cast the Fair Folk into fictation. They were hardly so imaginary or harmless. If not for the grids of iron being laid over nearly every inch of the earth, the faeries would have reclaimed the upper kingdom after their falling. But humanity's fluke rendered them masters of the above world; leaving everything else to choke in the poisonous clouds that followed the mortals' path. Humanity was dying; they were dying.
Grieving was a fleeting thing to the faeries, even less to himself. He could not care for the shallow reflections of the heart. He could not alter something so disgusting as humanity, after all. Besides, anything that could create the sight before him did not deserve redemption.
His shadows curled around him tightly, curling in the spaces between his bone-white fingers and toes. The earth barely whispered as he circled the scene, tree branches turning away from his glass-like skin. Humans had been in this neck of the forest. They had trampled the surrounding grass and saplings; cut down a tree and left its carcass stretched out across the forest floor.
It was not all that they had left behind.
Strapped down to the fallen tree was a man. The fey stepped closer, inspecting the human. A young man. He could not have seen more than seventeen winters. The mortal was tied tightly to the tree; his wrists and shoulders were rubbed raw -the only colour on his naked skin. He stepped back again, studying the disgraceful position the human was in. Scratches and teeth marks covered his back; days old blood being washed away from between his thighs by the rain falling all around them.
"Tasty he was," came the wolverine's voice in his mind. "Pretty blonde... Felt delicious around my cock."
His lips curled in remembrance, a strong echo of disgust rising in him. So this is what the wolverine had been talking about. He walked closer, standing inches from the unresponsive human. Oh, how he must have tugged on his bindings, and all so uselessly. The ropes were done tightly, meant to first degrade then starve their victim. The fey leaned closer, intent on documenting humanity's new low to mind.
The teenager was emaciated. His skin hardly carried any pigment, except from the fading bruises and the red patches of torn skin. His blonde hair was dirty and tangled, wild tips splayed out on his bony shoulders; his ribs poking dangerously out from his sides. The human could only be dead. He closed the last distance between them, his fingers running down the teenager's spine. The human's legs had been forcefully spread, then strapped in place. A macabre sort of erotica. The muscles here were stiff, possibly from constant bruising.
He didn't know what compelled him, but before he could give it more thought, the fey was slipping three fingers inside the teenager's torn entrance. They slid in easily, barely restrained by the ring of muscles. Inside was hot and slippery, and as he wiggled his fingers about, blood slipped a little down past the boy's sphincter. The human groaned faintly.
His black eyes snapped to the prone human, surprised that he was still alive. He withdrew his fingers, rising to his feet. He should leave. A greater part of him demanded it; loathed being around this mortal's presence any longer. But this sort of depravity was fast grounding hold in him. For the first time in a long while, the fey felt his lips twitch downward slightly and into a frown. Apparently some ties were harder to break than others.
Fine, he consented, lowering himself down to the human's level again. He would partake in this, quickly, and then he'd be on his way; back to the life he preferred. The pitiful human did nothing more than whimper lowly as the fey entered him. He started slow, disgusted that he was even so close to a human. But it wasn't long before hunger started to ache in his gut, and he needed more. The teenager's muscles contracted around him deliciously, sucking him in further; keeping him deep within that molten heat. He fought to pull out, thrusting back inside immediately, longing for that pressure.
Cock encased in thrumming silk, the fey pushed closer to his prey. His shadows twisted and curled, grasping at the human's body. His senses picked out the half-hearted pleas for mercy; the begging to cease. He could taste the sorrow, fear and shame that filled the teenager. It all called to him, brought the fey to feasting; and he drank deeply, overjoyed at the satisfying meal. He was full before he had even drank half of what the human had to offer.
The fey pulled back slightly, hips still rolling. He focused entirely on the blonde, absorbing his pitiful moans. Like before, he did not know why he did it, but he followed through with the action without questioning it further. The fey let his hands slide across the human's flesh, gently grasping his hips and pulling them as far back as they would go, away from the punishing bark of the tree. Meanwhile, his hips had been grinding and rocking, trying to find that one place deep inside the blonde. He knew he had found it when the teenager cried hoarsely.
Enjoying the tight heat enveloped around his cock, he set back into his fast rhythm; striking the human's prostate with each thrust. The blonde was more vocal now; pulling at his bonds until they were taut, screaming with pleasure. The dangerous blend of ecstasy and shame was intoxicating to the fey. He felt his mouth water and his stomach lighten; all for the chance to taste such a delicacy. It brought forth a heady spice to the fey's mouth as the blonde came; drawing an unexpected orgasm from himself in the process.
Breathing heavily, from the sex and the heaviness of his meal, the fey unwrapped his fingers from where they had curled themselves around the human's member; withdrawing entirely. He turned away from the sight of his fluids dripping down the human's trembling thighs, coming to a stop within the dazed blonde's eyesight. The mortal gaped like a corpse, uttering a belated gasp when he finally focused on the fey.
He was smirking, without even knowing it. The fey pulled his lips into a line, watching as the human fainted, returning to his death-like state. He sniffed in derision at the predictable response. The fey turned to leave, but could go no further than a few paces. He glanced over his shoulder irritably, and found that his own shadows were reaching for the prone human as well. Stupid, he thought, returning back to the blonde. There was no point in this mortal's existence; even less reason why he should be lingering here still. But he couldn't just leave.
His stomach clenched tightly, reminding him of the feast he was still digesting. He could still taste the tortured essence the human exuded in the air, taunting him with its juiciness. It was with careful deliberation that he gave into his carnal desires. He cut the thick bonds quickly, lifting the human up in his arms. He focused merely on the memory of a magnificent meal, so as not to lose will and drop the mortal with disgust. Oh, but how filthy and human he was.
No matter; the fey carried the blonde out of the clearing, heading deeper and deeper into the forest.
How he relished the next time he ate...
(I shouldn't rush into story lines barely formed, huh?)
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