Chapter 1: Awakening
John came to lying face-down in a forest clearing. Feathery bracken ferns tickled his nose. A doe's tinkling bell drew him out of the murk of sleep. He opened his eyes and saw golden leaves flutter against a cerulean sky. The cool air filled his lungs and whispered against his cheeks, urging, "Breathe... Stay..."
Bewildered, John rose onto his hands and knees, then shakily stood up. The breeze around his waist made him realize he was naked.
He stared dumbly at his bare skin, fingers trailing absently over the firm muscles of his torso. Had he always been this muscular? Where was he? For that matter, who was he?
He reached up, his fingers finding their way into the short, bristly hair. He traced his jawline, rough with stubble. The cool breeze danced through the trees, and he couldn't help but marvel at the idyllic scene. It seemed almost as though Mother Nature herself embraced him.
John slowly examined his surroundings. The forest was filled with towering trees, their leaves a brilliant green, fading to golden hues, with the vibrant canopy filtering the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the soft mossy floor. A crystal clear, bubbling stream trickled nearby, where the dew-kissed grass met a small bed of wildflowers.
He walked to the stream, the damp earth soft under his feet. He knelt down by the water to see his reflection. A handsome stranger stared back at him.
Features he knew he should recognize: the chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, strong eyebrows framing piercing green eyes. But nothing was familiar. The puzzled gaze reflected the same uncertainty he felt.
He reached for the water in a futile attempt to touch that stranger, sending ripples across the surface. It was as if the man in the mirror didn't really exist – as if he was just an illusion brought on by a strange and vivid dream.
John stood up abruptly, startling a raven perched on an overhanging branch.
It cawed boldly before taking flight, leaving a trail of black feathers against the sapphire sky. John watched it go, the mystery of his situation slowly sinking in.
"Hey there," called out a feminine voice, soft yet clear.
John whirled around, eyes scanning the trees. Emerging from behind a giant redwood was a slight figure in a delicate, leaf-green dress. Sunlight streamed through her golden curls, giving her a glowing halo.
She looked him up and down. A hint of a smile formed on her lips. She began to approach him, her bare feet crunching in the fallen leaves.
“You are new here,” she said. It was not a question.
Her cerulean eyes shone with curiosity, yet held an underlying sense of confidence. He hesitated, naked in front of her, the serenity of the forest now pierced by this unexpected encounter.
"Who are you?" he stammered, caught off guard. The woman’s smile deepened, and her laughter sounded like tinkling bells, musical and soothing.
"Oh, forgive me!" she exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest and catching her breath. "I'm Evelina. I've lived amongst these trees all my life. And you are?" she asked gently, still smiling at him.
John staggered, flustered by her question. "I don't know. I mean, I can't remember anything. Where am I? How did I get here?"
Evelyn’s smile wavered for a moment, replaced by concern. She carefully stepped forward and laid a gentle hand on his arm, her touch warm. Her eyes studied him, filled with compassion.
"Ah, I see," she murmured. “Strangers come to these woods often. Sometimes they do not remember how they arrived. It is less common that they do not remember who they are.” She looked at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “First,” she continued, “you need a name.”
“How about John?” he suggested.
"John it is,” she said with a smile. “You must be hungry,” Evelina said, “please, my cottage is close.”
John felt his stomach rumble. “Yes, I am hungry,” he said. Remembering his nakedness, he added, “Do you have something I could wear?”
Evelina looked at him with a confused expression.
John tried to clarify, “Something to cover myself with. Like how you’re wearing that dress.” He pointed to the green dress that covered very little of her body.
Evelina looked down at her dress, then burst into laughter. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot I had this on,” she said, then pulled the dress over her head. She folded the dress neatly and held it under her arm. They were now both naked.
John couldn’t help but look at her. She was petite, with fair skin and perky, firm breasts. She had a bundle on a woven strap over her shoulder.
“Follow me,” she said, “I was heading home to make dinner.” John walked together with Evelina, his eyes fixed on where the path lay ahead. Every now and then, he would glance to his right and observe the forest's majestic beauty, the way sunlight fluttered through the leaves, sheer and radiant.
As they walked, Evelina occasionally glanced at him and smiled. She exuded a natural radiance. Her beauty made John’s cock stir, and he felt self-conscious about it. She noticed, but she didn’t seem to mind it at all.
John tried to strike up a conversation to make things less awkward. “I take it people don’t wear clothes much here?” he asked, quickly realizing that this didn’t blunt the awkwardness at all.
She looked at him with confusion again. “I do not understand,” she said.
“Why would people cover themselves?”
John scratched his head nervously. “Well, I don’t remember where I come from, but I remember that people there usually wear clothes. It’s kind of a social norm.”
Evelina laughed at this, but quickly realized that John wasn’t kidding.
She pondered for a moment, then spoke candidly. "I wore this,” she said, gesturing to her green dress, “while collecting honey, in case the bees got angry.”
John doubted the tiny dress could offer much protection, but he nodded along with her.
“People see no need to cover themselves in other situations here,” she continued.
“Ok,” John said, accepting that Evelina didn’t see clothing as necessary. It meant John got to spend time with a beautiful naked woman, so even if he didn’t understand, he could see the advantages.
The walk to Evelina’s cottage was short and serene amongst the emerald foliage. Although, not much of a cottage, the structure could better be described as a quaint wooden hut woven within the forest encircle.
She moved gracefully through her door, gesturing for him to enter. A faint glow emanated from lanterns, resting languidly on simple oak furnishings. Her subtle movements were that of a dance, as if nature itself gave her the graceful poise.
Evelina walked past a modest fireplace, stirring embers as she reached a wooden table in the center.
"Make yourself at home," she called back over her shoulder, a soothing, comforting and utterly natural tone warming John's nerves.
He looked around the cozy space, the air thick with the smells of cedar and the slight tang of wild herbs. An assortment of small, intricate trinkets - perhaps keepsakes from yesteryears - lined shelves, each holding their own story.
Near the fireplace, a wooden loom sat dormant, patiently awaiting the weaver's touch. The far end hosts a small, neatly made bed. With a sense of homeliness enveloping the place, John realized Evelina truly had made a life within this forested sanctuary.
John’s eyes trailed the path of her movements, catching on the dip of her supple waist, before following the curves of her hips. His pulse quickened as he felt more stirrings in his loins.
She unloaded vegetables and herbs from her bundle, along with a jar of honey. John, wanting to distract himself from his growing arousal, asked if he could help.
Evelina turned to face him. She noticed his semi-hard cock but said nothing. “You could get some water from the well,” she said, holding a bucket out to him.
He took the bucket and followed her directions to the well. It took him a few moments to figure out how to draw water, but he soon brought a full bucket back to the house. The effort was effective at distracting him, but that ended as soon as he went back inside.
Evelina asked him to pour the water into the metal pot in the fireplace. She took the empty bucket from him, then told him to sit. John didn’t see anywhere to sit except the bed.
“Sit here?” he asked.
She chuckled and nodded, pointing at the bed. He cautiously sat down. Evelina chopped some vegetables and herbs, then put them in the now-boiling water over the fire.
“The soup needs time to cook,” she said as she turned to face John.
“It smells delicious,” he said, “I can’t wait.”
“Well,” she said, taking a step towards him, “you’ll have to wait a little while until it’s ready.” She glanced down at John’s naked body again.
The corners of her lips tugged into a knowing smile. She took several more steps until she was standing directly in front of John, who was still sitting on the bed.
The look in her eyes had an immediate effect on John. He felt blood flow directly to his member. She bit her lip as she noticed this change.
“I know how we might pass the time,” she said.
Before John could respond, Evelina straddled his waist and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Her naked skin against his felt like electricity, and their eyes locked. He looked into the depths of her cerulean gaze; it was the most alluring thing John had ever seen. Her golden curls tickled his cheeks, and her perfect, firm breasts pressed against his chest. His hands traced her tender spine before coming to rest on the curve of her hips.
As the air was thick with anticipation, she leaned down. Her lips brushed his in a delicate whisper.
Slowly, Evelina deepened the kiss. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth before plunging her tongue inside his mouth.
He felt a moan escape his lips as her hand moved down his chest. His hands moved up her back. Her hand soon arrived at his hardening cock.
Her fingers wrapped around his length, gently stroking him as she returned her lips to his.
She pulled away from his burning kiss. "I don’t have visitors often. You have no idea how long I've waited for this," she murmured, her voice husky and filled with longing.
She ran a thumb along the tip of his cock, feeling the silky moisture that had collected there. She brought her thumb to her lips, tasting him with a lascivious grin, before returning her hand to his throbbing manhood.
John couldn’t help the guttural groan that escaped his lips as she stroked him harder and faster, her hand moving slickly against his flesh. He wanted to touch her, to taste her. When he reached up to cup one perfect breast, she let out a purr of approval.
He squeezed her soft flesh gently, thumbing her erect nipple. Evelina arched her back at his gentle touch, giving him better access. She kept her grip on his shaft, but slowed her strokes.
He leaned forward and took a nipple in her mouth.
She gasped, her body arching further into his, wanting more. He suckled gently, ensuring he pleasured every inch of her skin. Evelina moaned, her fingers delving into his short, bristly hair to hold him tighter against her chest.
Made bolder by her reaction, he began lavishing more attention on her nipples, lapping and swirling his tongue over the taught peaks. Her breath hitched, and she shifted her hips against his erection, enticing him further.
Unrelenting, he slid his hands from her breasts down her slender torso. Her skin was warm with a soft glow, a testament to her life within the forest.
He let his fingers roam her body, feeling the taut muscles of her abdomen and the gentle curve of her hips.
She shivered when his hands finally reached her core. His fingers slipped through the moisture gathered there, teasing her entrance before gently caressing her clit.
Evelina cried out, bucking her hips as his fingers deftly worked their magic. She thrust against him, forcing his fingers deeper inside her. She rode his fingers with abandon, and he relished the feeling of having her writhe against him.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, her breath hot and fast on his neck, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"Yes, John, just like that," she moaned.
He couldn't help himself. He had to taste her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he leaned forward to lick and suck the swollen bundle of nerves that was her clit.
Evelina cried out at the sudden contact, her body bucking against his face as his tongue assaulted her.
He circled her slit with his tongue, teasing her, making her beg for release.
"Oh god, yes, don't stop, please!" she moaned.
John obliged her, licking deeper and harder. He pressed two fingers inside her, curling them to strike her pleasure spots. His tongue didn't fail to find her swollen clitoris and skirt around it, protesting for more attention. He kept up the pressure, reacting to her reactions but never relenting. He felt her muscles begin to tighten as her breaths grew shorter.
"John, I can't take it! Yes, yes, YES!" Evelina shouted as her orgasm exploded inside of her.
Her muscles tensed and trembled under the force of the ecstasy, her juices coating John's fingers. She continued to grind against his lips as he drank in her sweet essence, the taste of her nectar driving him wild.
Only when Evelina's tremors began to subside, did John withdraw his fingers from her dripping wetness. He brought his slick fingers to her lips, and she opened her mouth to receive them eagerly. She greedily licked every drop of her juice from his fingers, making sure to clean every last bit of him.
As she savored the tangy taste of her own body, John brought his mouth back to hers. Their tongues intertwined, dancing and twirling together in a passionate encounter.
John felt Evelina’s breath hitch, her senses heightened, and he knew that she desired more. Breaking their kiss, he gently grasped her hips, urging her to lift herself up.
She obeyed, slowly guiding his erection to the edge of her slick, hot core. Her velvet folds parted, allowing him entry into another realm.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as he filled her, her wetness coating him and easing his way.
A deep, guttural groan escaped him as she clenched around him, adjusting to his size. Evelina leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest for support. John took the opportunity to take a perky nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.
She set a steady, slow rhythm, easing herself onto his length before retreating, only to drop down onto him again. She would let his shaft sink far into her depths, then writhe as he nestled inside her, grinding herself against him.
He shivered in pleasure every time Evelina's succulent pussy enveloped his manhood fully, the delicate folds of her sex gripping him tightly and milking him.
Her eyes locked onto his once more, and John marveled at the oceanic beauty in those cerulean eyes. Her skin, flushed pink, was slick with sweat from exertion. Evelina shifted her hips and rocked back and forth, taking John on a wave of sheer bliss.
He could feel her muscles tightening and quivering around him, drawing him closer to his release.
Evelina is a stunning petite woman with long blonde hair. She lives at one with nature in the forest.
John flipped Evelina onto her back and spread her legs.
Before he entered her, he took a moment to kiss her neck and tease her nipples. His lips trailed down her torso, and he ran his tongue around the curves of her belly. She writhed and moaned underneath him, tugging his hair to encourage him to take more of her.
He couldn't resist her pleas and buried his face back between her legs, licking the slick wetness from her pussy. He devoured her with ferocity, his hunger for her pleasure insatiable.
Evelina’s breaths came out in gasps, her fingers tightening in his hair. She squirmed underneath him, moaning and whispering filthy words of encouragement. “Yes, John, yes, right there, just like that. Make me come again.”
He obliged her request and doubled down on his efforts, eager to draw out every last tremor and sigh from her. “You like that?” he asked her, the desire in his voice unmistakable.
She could only nod, unable to find the breath or clarity of mind to speak. When his tongue found her clit and swirled around it, she shouted in surprise and wonder. “Oh gods, just like that,” she moaned, hips involuntarily bucking against his mouth.
He could feel her muscles tightening as her breathing hitched and her body trembled. His skilled mouth and tongue brought her right to the edge of sheer ecstasy once more.
“Please, John—I need to feel you inside me again,” she begged, her words raw and honest, spurring him to mount her.
He complied, once again sliding inside her slick, dripping core. She locked eyes with him, a hint of vulnerability present in her gaze. In that moment, he felt incredibly connected to her.
John claimed her mouth gently as he began to thrust in and out. Evelina wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Slowly, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, savoring the feel of her tightening around him.
She met his thrusts with her own, hips bucking off the bed as she took his cock even deeper.
Evelina's pussy, glistening with a wanton mixture of their sweat and passion, pulled John in, demanding all he had to give. And as he looked into the eyes that stared back up at him with unabashed want, John knew he would give it willingly.
The primal urge to claim, to dominate and be made complete consumed him. "Harder," she hissed, nails digging into his back. The pain only served to fuel the fire within him.
Holding on to whatever restraint remained, he gave no quarter.
He drove into her with fervent need, the bed scraping the wooden floor with every harsh thrust.
The fire in her eyes had grown, ravenous. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper still. The sounds of their sex filled the air, accompanied by groans and gasps of pleasure. Evelina’s pussy clenched against John’s cock, a tight sheath wrapped around the steel-hard shaft.
Sweat trickled down his brow as he plunged deeper within her. Their pleasure surged, nearing its greatest height.
She could only speak in halting gasps, but she made her desires clear. “John,” she gasped, “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to feel every drop of you.”
John pulled free from her warmth, reluctant but determined to fulfill her wishes. He climbed the bed, hovering above her body as she reached up to hold his cock in her hand.
He shuddered at her touch, every nerve ending firing as she wrapped her warm, wet lips around his shaft. She bobbed her head slowly, expertly teasing the head of his cock with her slick tongue.
John closed his eyes, gripping the headboard to keep from collapsing. In that moment, abandon filled him completely.
With a guttural groan, he emptied himself into her waiting mouth, his cock pulsating with the force of his release.
She swallowed every drop, moaning softly as she savored the taste.
John could do little but hang above her, breathing deeply as the waves of pleasure coursed through him. He looked down to find her staring up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
He leaned down and kissed her, the salty taste of his cum mingling with the sweet taste of her own on his lips. He then collapsed back onto the bed. She stood up, sweat glistening on her body. She seemed just as chipper as the moment she had met him in the woods.
“The soup should be ready,” she said.
Her breasts bounced alluringly as she fetched bowls and spoons for him. She ladled two servings into the bowls, handed one bowl to him, and sat down next to him on the bed.
The soup smelled amazing, but something seemed off. He smelled meat in the soup, but he only saw her add vegetables and herbs to the pot.
John furrowed his brow. "What’s in the soup?” he asked.
Evelina smiled. This was not such a kind, playful smile, though. There was something eerie about it.
“The forest provides, John,” she said, “Now please, eat.” She looked at him intently.
John glanced around the small room. The light had grown dimmer outside, suggesting that the sun would soon be setting. He looked at the trinkets lining her shelves. He had thought that each held their own story. Something seemed off — the trinkets looked more like trophies.
He stared at them for a long moment, feeling a growing sense of unease, before focusing on the bowl in front of him.
“Please, eat,” she said, a note of impatience in her voice.
John was lifting the spoon to his mouth when someone began pounding on the door. A gruff, male voice called out “Evelina of the Faerielands, we know you're in there!”
Evelina's eyes widened. So did her mouth. It pulled wider than John thought possible as she let out a hiss. She was still the beautiful, naked woman John had bedded moments earlier, but she had also become something…else.
Her eyes were entirely black, without pupils or irises. The tip of her tongue was forked, like a snake's, and a faint but audible whisper came from her. It sounded like a swarm of insects, but it was also as if she spoke every language, all at once. Her words were as indecipherable as her true origins.
"I can explain," she hissed.
Before she could say anything more, the door to her hut splintered as a rugged man burst through, followed by an equally rugged woman. Both were naked except for some simple leather armor. The man carried an axe and the woman a spear.
John jumped to his feet, spilling his soup on the floor. Evelina was crouched in a defensive posture. Her fingernails had turned to sharp claws.
“What is this?” John demanded as he dropped to the floor behind the bed.
Evelina turned to look at him. He saw traces of the woman he had met, but he no longer trusted the look she gave him.
“I am sorry,” she said before turning to the two intruders. “I have personal matters to address here. Leave us now, Bertrand and Runa,” Evelina curtly demanded.
The burly, bearded man—Bertrand—crossed his muscular arms. His face was stern and impassive. The raven-haired woman, Runa, had an intense glare, one that could pierce through steel. She spoke in a loud, clear voice, “We are here under the authority of the Sacred Circle, Evelina. You have continued your illicit activities in the protected forest. That ends now.”
Evelina hissed at them. With every second that passed, she seemed less human, even though she never seemed any less beautiful or desirable to John.
He stayed low behind the bed. If Bertrand or Runa had seen him, they did not acknowledge him at all. He watched over the edge of the low headboard.
Evelina crouched like an animal preparing to pounce. Bertrand clutched his axe, ready to swing. The two began circling in the small room.
John could see Evelina’s energy building. As she launched herself toward Bertrand, the large man easily sidestepped away from her. She landed, and Runa quickly blew a powder into her face.
Evelina’s hands went up to her face as she let out an inhuman wail. She fell to the floor and thrashed about. John watched as her body seemed to lose focus, become fainter. In a matter of seconds, Evelina was simply gone.
The threat neutralized, Bertrand and Runa turned their attention to John. “You are safe now,” Bertrand said, “You may come out.” He offered John a hand, helping him stand. John hesitated, looking at the spot on the floor where Evelina had been a moment earlier.
“Is she dead?” John asked.
“No,” Runa said, “only returned to the Faerielands where she belongs.”
John didn’t even know where to begin with the questions to understand what she had just said. “Who are you?” he asked the two of them.
They shared a look between them before Bertrand answered. "We, along with others, serve on the council that protects this world from evil beings who may wish to seep through from their realm into ours, like what happened with Evelina."
John scratched the back of his head, taking it all in. It all seemed surreal, but the certainty and conviction in Bertrand and Runa's demeanor made John believe what they were saying.
”What was…is she?” he asked, looking back at where Evelina had vanished.
“She’s a Fae, a creature of magic from another realm,” Bertrand responded grimly. “They can be beautiful and alluring, but also capricious and dangerous. The Sacred Circle maintains the boundaries between our worlds to keep them from endangering this world.”
Runa added, “Because Fae magic is closely related to human desires, they can easily trick us into thinking they are our friends. They lure people in and feed on them in a variety of ways.”
As she spoke, Runa looked John up and down. Her eyes stopped on his softening cock, which still glistened with Evelina’s wetness. A look of concern appeared on her face.
“Were you…intimate with her?” Runa asked.
She cocked her head, examining his face as if she could see the answer written there.
John hesitated before answering. "I was," he admitted. "She offered me shelter, intimacy, and food. But I began to doubt her good intentions."
"Indeed," Runa murmured, studying him. "How did you know she meant you harm?"
John couldn't quite explain it, even to himself.
He paused, searching for the right words.
"There was a moment, just after she handed me the soup, that I felt something was off. I could see something different come over her, in her eyes," John replied. “I looked at the trinkets on her shelves and wondered if there was something sinister about them.”
Runa nodded slowly, her expression impressed. "Those are trophies from her victims. You're more observant than I would have expected."
Bertrand grunted his agreement. "Though she may be from another realm, I must admit she is cunning in her ways. Few men are able to resist her charms in time,” he said. His voice was no longer gruff. He spoke with kindness instead. “It is very good you did not eat the soup.”
“Do you know what’s in the soup?” John asked.
Bertrand shook his head. “No,” he said, “only that it likely would have been your doom.” John shivered, despite himself. The thought of eating the soup now made his skin crawl.
Runa stepped towards him. “We need to inform the Sacred Circle of this encounter and see if any people went missing recently who we can connect to Evelina. Fae are not bound by our moral code, but they are bound by our laws.”
John nodded, the reality of what just transpired sinking in.
“What happens to me?” he asked.
“You are free to go,” Bertrand said.
Runa cut him off before he could continue. “He laid with her,” she said in a lower voice meant mainly for Bertrand.
“He can go cleanse himself in the Sacred Spring,” Bertrand suggested, and Runa nodded. “It’s the only way to guarantee that no taint from the Fae remains on his skin.”
“The what?” John asked. They both turned to look at him.
“The Sacred Spring,” Runa said, “where you may cleanse yourself of any residual Fae magic that could have transferred through her touch and other interactions.”
“Right,” John replied, “but, um, how do I get there?”
The two soldiers looked at him strangely, but not without sympathy. “You are a newcomer to this world?” Runa asked.
“You might say that,” John replied.
“Very well,” Bertrand said, “we will take you there before we report back to the Circle.”
“It is several hours’ walk from here, so we should begin,” Runa said. She and Bertrand stepped outside. John followed them.
“This way,” Bertrand said, leading them deeper into the forest.