#faerie nsft

[whensecretsrise]

The woodland fae you stumbled upon while exploring the forest had tricked you out of your name. It made you pledge yourself to serve it for a year and a day. You never expected that by "serve" it meant to steal you away from your bed every night to spend hours in debauchery before sending you home covered in bite marks and scratches. Your thighs sticky with its seed.

[dripflower]

An Encounter with a Mushroom Lord 🍄

Imagine walking through an autumnal forest, taking in the relaxing fallen leaves when all of a sudden you step on a mushroom. As you look down you realize you're halfway in a mushroom circle. You step forward to leave, but the mycelium beneath your shoes wraps around them and holds you tight, as something crawls out from the center of the ring.

A male presenting mushroom lord who's face is covered by fungal clusters where all you can see is his mouth rises from the earth. He's tall, regal, and nude aside from a cape of fallen leaves. Looking over you, he's just inches away from your face. He's well hung, his thick mushroom cock the size of your forearm, twitching as it hardens.

Your mycelium binds force you onto your knees, wrapping around every inch of your skin and forcing all of your movements. Your lips wrap around his throbbing heat and you're bobbing your head in seconds, savoring the musk and sweetness. Though he makes no expression, and says not a single word. You can tell he's testing you- maybe ever breaking you in, as you take in all of his length.

You gag, tears streaming down your face- but not in protest. Hungrily you suck, letting him use your pretty face as the clothes around your loins begin to feel too tight. Too restrictive. Too hot. You grind at nothing, your eyes glazing over as he continues to fuck your mouth. You pray he'll give your own heat some attention soon, as your throat is suddenly filled with sticky sweetness. Load after load he unleashes, nearly drowning you as your senses are overwhelmed. You drink him, swallowing all of his seed.

He does not shudder, or even appear fazed as he releases himself from your lips, slapping his cock against your face. Your hot breath beats against him as you gasp for air, and you finally see a smile curve upon his lips. Your binds then begin to pull, dragging you beneath the leaves and soil. Though you are not afraid, you can hear the mushrooms' soothing whispers. You passed the test, and your usefulness does not end here. He's taking you with him, into the land of the fae, where the real fun begins...

[destroya-says-hi]

You sit at the edge of the twilit glade, eyes closed, breathing shakily. Around town, there have always been whispers about what lurks in the forest. The portals that wait there, the otherwordly laughter like chiming bells whispered in the wind. You know there have been some tempted to venture deep into the woods as the sun sets, daring and foolish. Desperate enough to abandon their tether to this world and chance being bound to the next. To tempt the faefolk and their sharp teeth.

And now, here you are. Desperate. Needy. You'd feel foolish too if not for the heat in your chest, the catch in your breath, the strange, weightless feeling traveling downwards. Ever so slowly, you slide the strap of your dress off your shoulder. You move your hair out of the way too, presenting your now uncovered neck to the cool air. You let your hand travel downwards, lazily, enticingly, to rest on your chest. Blushing, you let out a small moan as your fingers circle your nipple, teasing, stroking, pinching. The flush travels all the way through your body as you just can't help but go faster, allowing your other hand to roam down your sides, caressing your thighs, moving inward.

"Stop."

The voice is at once commanding and gentle. As if it knows the words need no force, just to be spoken aloud in their owner's silvery tongue. Of course, you stop. You inch your eyes open and gasp - the being in front of you is gorgeous. Ethereal. Lightly shimmering skin, long hair braided with flowers and beads. Focused, animalistic eyes. Focused entirely on you. Drinking you in.

"May I?" it says, although of course it can. That's why you came here in the first place.

You nod, and without a second's hesitation it leans in and sinks its teeth into your neck. You cry out softly. The teeth are sharp and you know they could be doing much more damage. The thing is being gentle with you. Soon it moves, trailing bites down your collarbone before taking your nipple in its mouth and stroking the hard bead of it with its tongue. At the same time, its hand moves downwards, echoing how yours did before. It was watching you all that time, learning. You feel another rush at this, just as it reaches between your legs and grasps your hard cock in its soft hand. It strokes you slowly and you whine, not being able to help yourself. You feel it's smile against your chest. "If you want something, pet, you're going to have to use your words."

Your cheeks are on fire. You whimper, and it smiles some more, going just a little bit faster. "Come on," it coaxes, "What do you want?"

"P-please," you manage, as it speeds up, "please go faster!"

At once, it obliges, covering you with more lovely bites as its grip tightens and speeds up. You throw your head back, moaning, as you feel your cum explode out of you.

You pant, dazed, gazing up at the now darkened sky. It cleans you up, puts your clothes on, holds you in its arms. You are safe, you are warm, you are loved.

End.

[weretentaclegirl]

You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.

“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”

You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.

[temptresstitania]

ass too fat. pulled up my jeans and snapped a belt loop. i get stuck in turnstiles and have to shimmy past them sideways. I knock things off my desk if I back into it without looking. all my shorts look like panties when i wear them. who want me

(clothed + unclothed 4 reference)

[archie-sunshine]

my loving husband demanded i draw mlf celestia's huge ass so here you go everyone.

sorry yaoi fans a yuricane incoming

[weedstop]

~ fallin’ into the bed… why would we ever do something instead of fallin’ into the bed right now? ~

[teddygrahamxx]

Wanna get lucky?

[whensecretsrise]

Imagine being a faerie boy whose entire job is to cockwarm the fae nobility. You’re given a dainty silver collar and leash to wear and nothing else. Whenever one of the gentry demands it you approach and slip your small cock into them, letting them grind onto you or ignore you, whichever they like and for as long as they like. But the biggest rule is that you're never allowed to cum. It doesn't matter what they do to you, you're not allowed to cum. If you cum and your dick goes soft you're useless to them for a time. You're there only to provide distraction for the gentry or the delicious sensation of having something inside of them. You're only there for their pleasure, not your own. And the gentry don't like to wait for broken toys to fix themselves.

If you're a minor get lost

[dripflower]

The Dryad's Pet 🌿🌺

Dryad who's tangled you up in her vines after you tried to flee her forest. She thinks you're so adorable and fragile, unable to defend yourself- she can protect you, take care of you. She demands that you stay, it's for your own good after all.

She pulls you into the air and pries apart your legs, a thick haze entering the air as flowers open up all around you- releasing sickly sweet spores that coat your lungs.

Drool fills your mouth as your protests begin to fade. A warm softness filling your head, making all those swarming pesky thoughts disappear as your mouth hangs open and your tongue lolls out.

It's pathetic how easy you let go, you wanted this- it's why you went into her forest... To see if the rumors were true- to see if she really was as scary as the locals all said. But she's nothing like that, she's so sweet and kind- she's already taking care of you so well as you finally stop squirming!

You're staring forward, but you don't see anything but her as she pushes a phallic shaped vine into your mouth and down your throat, she begins pumping, and you being eagerly sucking, the nectar only ruining you further.

Somehow that thought gets you dripping. Eagerly you moan and press your hips forward, begging for attention. She can only laugh, her sweet hums filling your ears. She was right, you really are unable to defend yourself.

Greedily you keep sucking, dancing your tongue around her appendage as more vines snake around you, tearing apart your garments without you even bothering to look. There's no point, she's only doing what's best for you. You don't need those anymore.

She spreads your lips apart with those delectable tendrils, displaying your pussy to the entire forest as tendrils play with your clit, and large mushrooms grow out from beneath the dirt, sprouting like cocks, their heads dripping with excitement. She slides you onto one, it's so large, stretching your needy hole as you cry out. It pulses, and you clench, a disheveled grin stretching across your lips. Another wriggles it's way in, then another, then another. You'd never normally be able to take this much as she begins bouncing you up and down, still dangling in the air as her cocks fuck you- but that doesn't matter- she'll make you take it- she knows you can do it- after all you're such a good pet for her.

The vine in your mouth pulls away, caressing your face as you whine for it's return. It ascends into the canopy as a giant hibiscus flower- almost vaginal in appearance, lowers itself below your face, pressing forward before the petals wrap around your entire head. You suckle and lick, eager as sweetness begins filling your mouth. You're starting to fade, your eyes fluttering close and the scent invades your nostrils and takes your air. It's suffocating, but you take it anyway. You're such a good little thing for your dryad, pleasing her even when your body is starting to give out.

You feel that pressure build, pulling you over the edge as she feverishly strokes your swelling clit. You're chasing your orgasm now, begging for it as you see it just in the horizon.

"A favor for a favor." She teases, the entire forest suddenly falling still as you're left hanging, gasping and crying- so sensitive, so desperate. "If you really want this pleasure..." She begins, bringing her flower to grind against your face again, forcing you to lap her up. "Stay." She demands.

You don't even think, just mindlessly following orders. Your begs ring out through the woods, you truly have no shame. She laughs again, and her mushroom cocks ram into your needy cunt. You scream, wailing like a slut in heat as she rips your orgasm out of you, every orifice stuffed and used as she overwhelms you in greenery, her many appendages bursting with thick honey-like cum. Brush then wraps around you in an instant.

Hotter than a thousand suns, softer than the finest of cottons, more painful than brambles and bee stings, but finer than any high you've ever had- it's all too much and not enough all at the same time. You're cocooned by vines and leaves- and all of a sudden the forest is silent again. She has you now, and she'll never let you go.

She knew you were in need of a good home, such a foolish little thing, and she's so glad she can give it to you now. Welcome home.

[meatcrimes]

because i’m starting to overthink it i’m stopping this piece here. if i started a pàtrеоn or second blog for my art would you follow?

again sorry for the tacky censorship tungle hates nipples. ptrn/OF/wherever i post my art will be uncensored only

[temptresstitania]

i still look good, don't worry

[archie-sunshine]

their wings are as small as i need them to be for them to make sense in the composition.

[teddygrahamxx]

Careful! Don’t fall into the fae’s trap!

[lordofmidnight]

[bitterbetabunny]

Hypnovember Day 12 - Wander

Written from @jammed-out 's prompt list

CW: CNC, hypnotism, faeries

Aren tried to keep their eyes up, thrusting their lantern before them to pierce the darkness. In every direction, tall trees surrounded them for miles. They knew the different strategies to get through faerie woods, but they’d never had to traverse them in such darkness.

Aren’s typical method of following the wind was impossible on still nights like tonight. They might get lucky and find a stream to follow, but the creatures and bugs of the night made it impossible to listen for one.

They couldn’t help but let their gaze drop down to the small compass in their left hand.

Aren didn’t remember having a compass when they entered the forest, the sure sign that a faerie had slipped it to them at some point when they weren’t paying attention. It would be dangerous to just drop the trinket, since faeries could become hostile if they felt disrespected, but Aren knew that actually using the gift would be worse.

But it was only getting darker and colder.

Aren looked at the compass and faced the direction it was pointing to; they were certain that it wasn’t pointing north, but they decided to start walking forward.

They kept their eyes up; it was one thing to look for some direction, but watching as they walked would definitely make them trip.

Not to mention, the less they looked at the compass, at the faerie gift, the better.

They made sure to swing their lantern and look around themself as they went, but they continued in the same direction.

The forest was so dark and the trees seemed to repeat. Aren felt as if they were walking in circles.

They’d hardly walked for long before they let their eyes drop again. They stopped walking.

The compass was clearly pointing behind them, back to the left. Feeling a moment of panic, Aren turned themself to follow the new direction –or maybe they had gotten turned around?– and began walking again.

Not five minutes passed before they checked the compass again and found the needle pointing to the right.

Aren didn’t allow themself to question the change this time. They turned towards this new direction and began walking again.

A few seconds later, they looked down and slowed to a stop.

The compass was pointing slightly more to the right.

Aren kept their eyes trained on the needle, not trusting his eyes until he saw it begin to spin slowly clockwise until it was pointing behind them. Aren blinked, panic welling in their chest.

The needle spun to a new direction, quicker this time.

Aren felt some of that panic disappear.

They forgot that they should be walking.

“Oh, you were such an easy catch,” they heard from behind.