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The Fairy’s Tale Redux – Griffith
Aug. 14th, 2022 07:03 pmThe Fairy’s Tale Redux – Griffith
Word count: 1359
continues from here https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1715775.html
His Mom had made him promise on her death bed that he’d stay in contact with his cousins after she was gone. It’d been a few years but better late than never, he thought, as he looked down at his parents’ side by side graves. He’d been out of country for most of those years and he’d brought flowers in apology to them. With a sigh, he looked to the other graves in the family plot. His mother’s brother and his wife were there and with that reminder that he had cousins. He should touch base with them at sometime while, he snorted, they were still alive. “Hope, they’re still at the same place.” Not that it would be too difficult to find them. “Finding lost people. It’s what I get paid for.”
It’d taken him a month to locate one of his relatives and one break in on a dark night. If it could be called that. Luckily he still had a key, given out many years ago, just in case. Next move had been contacting the local constabulary and hadn’t they laughed when he’d called them that. Something about a BBC series. One of the officers had suggested a place called the Fairy’s Tail. If he hadn’t had experience of an unusual nature, he would have wondered at the officer but there was that slight waivering of form that hinted at one of the Fae.
“Lord, I hope this isn’t a mistake,” he spoke under his breath looking at the entrance of the bar. At least it was before what would be normal hours.
“Problem?”
“Am trying to track down relatives, my cousins.”
“You sure your cousins would be here?” The guy’s eyebrows rose and if he didn’t know better he’d think the green and ocher scales on the guy’s face were tattoos or some kind of clever body paint. The tail that flickered into sight was different.
“Richard, and the twins James and Nicolas. I’ve been out of country a while and am staying in their place for a bit. Trying to catch up with them. Electric is still on, so the bills must be getting paid.” He smiled, “Name’s Griff.” and held out his hand.
The scaly fae grinned and put out his hand. “We appear to have something in common. I’m a Griff, too.”
It was too easy, Griffith grinned. “I can tell.” He paused. “Any idea where I can find my kin? Put flowers on my parents’ graves yesterday and saw my Aunt and Uncle’s. Put me in mind I should look up my cousins’ while I was in town.”
There was a frown, “you aren’t planning on staying?”
That frown was cute. “Maybe for a while.” Griffith grinned because the guy was impressively large and he could tell the Fae was trying to think how to lure him into a more compromising position. “Will have to see what comes up.”
“Got a sexual companion?”
Griffith felt his eyebrows try to twitch up and cautiously chose his words. “Depends on whose asking? And what comes with it.”
A grin answered his careful answer. “You should probably meet the local higher-ups first.” The Fae actual kissed the palm of his hand before landing it on Griffith’s left ass cheek, to give more of a pressing herding into and through the business’ entrance. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”
This was new territory to what Griffith was used to. For a moment his mind paused to evaluate and then the hand that was still cupping his ass gave a squeeze and he moaned like a wanton. Not that there was anything wrong with wanton-ness but he usually had more presence of mind dealing with sexual advances.
“So if my finger happened to find and enter your asshole, you wouldn’t panic…..”
Griffith pulled himself together, sort of, and formed the words, “Depends.” That hand stayed firmly anchored to him.
“Had a cock up inside here before?”
“That’s a very um… intrusive question.”
“You like to play with words.”
“True, when necessary.”
A grin spread over Griff’s face. “Not the only things about you I’d like to play with.”
A chuckle came from the side of the room. “Griff, let’s try this.”
“What sexual experiences have you had, young-ling, discounting Griff’s hand cupping your ass?”
“That’s a very personal set of answers you …”
“And yet you will answer. IF you want answers to your questions.”
“Fine,” was Griffith’s answer, perhaps more aggressively then he intended. “Ask, and I’ll give one word answers, but I want answers about my cousins.”
“He’s yours, Griff, judging by your hand’s location. You ask the questions.”
“Have you taken a cock up your ass?”
Griffith’s answer was growled, “Once.”
“Have you taken a cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” was bitten out.
“Have you had any object inserted up into your cock?”
Griffith could feel the anxiety dewing his forehead and lowly answered, “no.”
“Have you used toys for any of these actions with any individual or individuals, including animals ?”
“No.”
“Have you experienced any of these actions by yourself with your fingers?”
“Yes,” was answered aggressively.
“Did your sexual partner bring you to completion?”
“Yes,” was almost whispered.
“Have you had more than one sexual partner at the same event?”
The answer was almost whispered, “yes”.
“Did you emotionally connect to your sexual partner or partners?”
There was a long pause. “I don’t think so.”
“Did you want to experience an emotional connection to any of your sexual partners?”
“Yes,” was sighed out with a hint of sorrow.
“Would you like to form an emotional connection with a lover?”
“yes.”
“Would you like to have a lover who connected with you on an emotional and physical level?
“Yes.”
“Would you find a lover, who was fae, objectionable?”
“Not if the fae was … loved me. Was true to me.”
“Would you be willing to be shared in a sexual session?”
“Depends with who.”
Griff looked at his older brother and received a nod. “Would you considered me as a lover?”
Griffith raised his head to examine Griff. “I don’t know. We don’t know each other enough to make a decision on that.” His voice was raising, “We haven’t even kissed. And you’ve got your true self masked though I can see it waivering a bit like heat waves.” He sighed, “I’m a mage, sort of, though how much or what kind I don’t know.”
The other Fae in the room advanced so Griffith could see him. “We can help you with that. I believe that Griff would like to court you.” There was a chuckle from the Fae. “In the mean time, after a week of your sampling of each other, with option to commit for long term, we’ll contact your relatives who are also in process of committing to their other.”
Griff squeezed Griffith’s ass-cheek and a couple fingers slid more invasively into the cleft between ass-cheeks. “Think we’ll start with milking you so you can sleep while I’m working. I’ve a suite of rooms above.”
In a kind of daze, all Griffith could think to say was, “Oh, ok.” Things were happening so quickly. He had one last thought, that set of fingers prepping him, were distracting. “Wait. I can’t get pregnant doing anything with you, can I? I mean, male-male?”
“Shhhh. We’ll find that out, if and when it happens.”
“What?!” was followed by a deep wanting moan.
Griff made it down in time for his shift, a happy smile on his face.
“Things working out, alright?, his brother asked. “He safe to be left alone?”
“Sleeping. With a satisfying vibration taking place behind his balls. Figured I’d pop up every couple hours to kiss and drink him down.”
“He won’t escape?”
“Blind fold. Sound projection so he can hear me and I hear him. His hands are in mittens, unable to touch his face or reach below to stimulate or interfere with the simulator.”
His older brother smiled. “Would you like me to check on his progress and maybe give him some relief?”
Griff grinned, considering, “I’ll ask him when I take my first break.”
Word count: 1359
continues from here https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1715775.html
His Mom had made him promise on her death bed that he’d stay in contact with his cousins after she was gone. It’d been a few years but better late than never, he thought, as he looked down at his parents’ side by side graves. He’d been out of country for most of those years and he’d brought flowers in apology to them. With a sigh, he looked to the other graves in the family plot. His mother’s brother and his wife were there and with that reminder that he had cousins. He should touch base with them at sometime while, he snorted, they were still alive. “Hope, they’re still at the same place.” Not that it would be too difficult to find them. “Finding lost people. It’s what I get paid for.”
It’d taken him a month to locate one of his relatives and one break in on a dark night. If it could be called that. Luckily he still had a key, given out many years ago, just in case. Next move had been contacting the local constabulary and hadn’t they laughed when he’d called them that. Something about a BBC series. One of the officers had suggested a place called the Fairy’s Tail. If he hadn’t had experience of an unusual nature, he would have wondered at the officer but there was that slight waivering of form that hinted at one of the Fae.
“Lord, I hope this isn’t a mistake,” he spoke under his breath looking at the entrance of the bar. At least it was before what would be normal hours.
“Problem?”
“Am trying to track down relatives, my cousins.”
“You sure your cousins would be here?” The guy’s eyebrows rose and if he didn’t know better he’d think the green and ocher scales on the guy’s face were tattoos or some kind of clever body paint. The tail that flickered into sight was different.
“Richard, and the twins James and Nicolas. I’ve been out of country a while and am staying in their place for a bit. Trying to catch up with them. Electric is still on, so the bills must be getting paid.” He smiled, “Name’s Griff.” and held out his hand.
The scaly fae grinned and put out his hand. “We appear to have something in common. I’m a Griff, too.”
It was too easy, Griffith grinned. “I can tell.” He paused. “Any idea where I can find my kin? Put flowers on my parents’ graves yesterday and saw my Aunt and Uncle’s. Put me in mind I should look up my cousins’ while I was in town.”
There was a frown, “you aren’t planning on staying?”
That frown was cute. “Maybe for a while.” Griffith grinned because the guy was impressively large and he could tell the Fae was trying to think how to lure him into a more compromising position. “Will have to see what comes up.”
“Got a sexual companion?”
Griffith felt his eyebrows try to twitch up and cautiously chose his words. “Depends on whose asking? And what comes with it.”
A grin answered his careful answer. “You should probably meet the local higher-ups first.” The Fae actual kissed the palm of his hand before landing it on Griffith’s left ass cheek, to give more of a pressing herding into and through the business’ entrance. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”
This was new territory to what Griffith was used to. For a moment his mind paused to evaluate and then the hand that was still cupping his ass gave a squeeze and he moaned like a wanton. Not that there was anything wrong with wanton-ness but he usually had more presence of mind dealing with sexual advances.
“So if my finger happened to find and enter your asshole, you wouldn’t panic…..”
Griffith pulled himself together, sort of, and formed the words, “Depends.” That hand stayed firmly anchored to him.
“Had a cock up inside here before?”
“That’s a very um… intrusive question.”
“You like to play with words.”
“True, when necessary.”
A grin spread over Griff’s face. “Not the only things about you I’d like to play with.”
A chuckle came from the side of the room. “Griff, let’s try this.”
“What sexual experiences have you had, young-ling, discounting Griff’s hand cupping your ass?”
“That’s a very personal set of answers you …”
“And yet you will answer. IF you want answers to your questions.”
“Fine,” was Griffith’s answer, perhaps more aggressively then he intended. “Ask, and I’ll give one word answers, but I want answers about my cousins.”
“He’s yours, Griff, judging by your hand’s location. You ask the questions.”
“Have you taken a cock up your ass?”
Griffith’s answer was growled, “Once.”
“Have you taken a cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” was bitten out.
“Have you had any object inserted up into your cock?”
Griffith could feel the anxiety dewing his forehead and lowly answered, “no.”
“Have you used toys for any of these actions with any individual or individuals, including animals ?”
“No.”
“Have you experienced any of these actions by yourself with your fingers?”
“Yes,” was answered aggressively.
“Did your sexual partner bring you to completion?”
“Yes,” was almost whispered.
“Have you had more than one sexual partner at the same event?”
The answer was almost whispered, “yes”.
“Did you emotionally connect to your sexual partner or partners?”
There was a long pause. “I don’t think so.”
“Did you want to experience an emotional connection to any of your sexual partners?”
“Yes,” was sighed out with a hint of sorrow.
“Would you like to form an emotional connection with a lover?”
“yes.”
“Would you like to have a lover who connected with you on an emotional and physical level?
“Yes.”
“Would you find a lover, who was fae, objectionable?”
“Not if the fae was … loved me. Was true to me.”
“Would you be willing to be shared in a sexual session?”
“Depends with who.”
Griff looked at his older brother and received a nod. “Would you considered me as a lover?”
Griffith raised his head to examine Griff. “I don’t know. We don’t know each other enough to make a decision on that.” His voice was raising, “We haven’t even kissed. And you’ve got your true self masked though I can see it waivering a bit like heat waves.” He sighed, “I’m a mage, sort of, though how much or what kind I don’t know.”
The other Fae in the room advanced so Griffith could see him. “We can help you with that. I believe that Griff would like to court you.” There was a chuckle from the Fae. “In the mean time, after a week of your sampling of each other, with option to commit for long term, we’ll contact your relatives who are also in process of committing to their other.”
Griff squeezed Griffith’s ass-cheek and a couple fingers slid more invasively into the cleft between ass-cheeks. “Think we’ll start with milking you so you can sleep while I’m working. I’ve a suite of rooms above.”
In a kind of daze, all Griffith could think to say was, “Oh, ok.” Things were happening so quickly. He had one last thought, that set of fingers prepping him, were distracting. “Wait. I can’t get pregnant doing anything with you, can I? I mean, male-male?”
“Shhhh. We’ll find that out, if and when it happens.”
“What?!” was followed by a deep wanting moan.
Griff made it down in time for his shift, a happy smile on his face.
“Things working out, alright?, his brother asked. “He safe to be left alone?”
“Sleeping. With a satisfying vibration taking place behind his balls. Figured I’d pop up every couple hours to kiss and drink him down.”
“He won’t escape?”
“Blind fold. Sound projection so he can hear me and I hear him. His hands are in mittens, unable to touch his face or reach below to stimulate or interfere with the simulator.”
His older brother smiled. “Would you like me to check on his progress and maybe give him some relief?”
Griff grinned, considering, “I’ll ask him when I take my first break.”
This photo is stolen from the book teaser for Amelia Hutchins' "Forever Immortal".
