The Pink Lab: Call of the Faeries 3: Pt. 5

Ryan gets up close and personal with the fae and Chastity gets lost. More soon!

More of that laughter, and it was beginning to sound not only mad but deranged. A flash of white cloth ahead of him, and Ryan chased it. She had to be close. People couldn’t just disappear like that. Ryan pushed greedy limbs aside, his skin crisscrossed with scratches from sharp nettles. He ignored the whipping lacerations, calling after Chastity. The girl ahead flitted between trees, disappearing for an instant before reappearing. Sometimes she was only a few feet away and Ryan could almost snag the back of her pale dress. Others, she would be far ahead, red hair whipping as she turned back to him. It wasn’t Chastity, but it was someone. Someone he could grab and shake and get some answers from. 

A root lifted beneath him nipped his toe and he staggered, hopped on one leg a moment, and fell forward. The lacerated forearms now burned with the grit of the forest floor. The earth punched the wind from him. Ryan curled on the ground, holding himself and doing a quick inventory of further injuries.

“Aw, did you hit your head?”

It was the girl, hair lit by the firefly glow that followed these women. She hovered over him, her hair falling around them like bright red rain.

“Who are you?”

“Glory,” she said as if Ryan should have known that already. 

“Where’s Chastity?”

“She’s with my friends. The question is, what do we do with you, you big stud?”

She climbed on top of Ryan, hips meeting his. Despite the hundred minor complaints of lying on the ground, the redhead became suddenly very real and very much his object of focus. His hands went to her thighs to push her off, yet when his fingers touched the soft cream of her thighs, he drained of all desire to remove her. Why would he want to? She was hot, hotter than Chastity, even. 

“Boys are so dumb,” Glory observed, stroking the cheeks of the boy between her legs. He looked up at her, dopey and hungry for her kiss. In an instant, his fear evaporated. It was replaced by his desire to touch Glory and to be touched by her.

“I’m going to kiss you, Ryan. And when I do, everything you ever wanted or loved will disappear, and you’ll understand something very important. You are a daughter of Persephone, and that is all that will ever matter again. Are you ready for me to take all your silly human life away from you?”

While she spoke, Glory opened the mouth of Ryan’s faded jeans and found his pulsing erection. She had no particular affinity for boys, but she acknowledged the sweet heat of his flesh throbbing in her hand. She guided him, aiming his bulbous tip at her tight pussy. She gasped when he entered her, a sound swallowed by the bellow of surrender from Ryan. No mortal left an encounter with the fae unscathed, and Ryan had entered the precious temple of one. Only now did she bend, with Ryan inside her, to kiss the boy. 

As promised, a single kiss was enough to shatter Ryan’s fractured brain. There was no worry about Chastity because Chastity ceased to exist. Likewise the RV, his friends, his family, growing up in a middle-class cul-de-sac. All of it was gone. What remained was a vessel, a body already showing its first signs of transformation.