The Pink Lab: Call of the Faeries 3, Pt. 4

Andi sat cross-legged with Colin, her head resting on the arm of his chair while she stared into the dark of the forest. The trees appeared to move, swaying in arhythmic fashion, back and forth, crossing one another before bending away again. 

“She’s fine.”

Andi looked up at Colin, who had not spoken for a long time. 

“She’ll be back any minute.”

“I hope so,” Andi said and nestled against Colin’s touch. 

That lasted until Ryan and Chastity passed by. Andi could feel her brother clench when Chastity walked by. The way he looked at her, his eagerness to please her… It didn’t take a genius to understand he was very much in love with Chastity. Andi would have said the “idea” of chastity, but that didn’t lessen the emotions any. 

“Where are you two going?” Colin asked.

Ryan wore a dopey grin. Chastity looked shamed. 

“Just a look around. If we’re going to be stuck out here for a while, we might as well take advantage of it.”

“We’ll be back,” Chastity added, looking at Colin with something like an apology in her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t the vapid slut Andi had pegged her for. 

Ryan tugged Chastity away from them, out of the light thrown by their electric lanterns and the interior glow of the RV. Out here it was dark. The kind of dark it never gets in the city. It was a heavy thing, and Ryan felt its pressure on him as the only light in the world disappeared behind them.

“Where are we going?”

“Far enough away so that Andi and Colin can’t hear.”

“What do you think is going to happen out here in the woods?” The way she asked, Ryan was sure Chastity knew exactly what was going to happen out here.

“This.” Ryan stopped suddenly and turned, embracing Chastity as she collided with him, ensnaring her in a kiss. She hesitated, but only for a second.

“I can’t even see the RV,” she said, looking over her shoulder.

“That’s the point.”

He pulled at her, tugging like an aroused ape, shucking her like corn. Chastity hated this part of him, the childish arousal that made him stupid and primal. He had no sense of foreplay or seduction but his cock was thick and satisfying. 

She lifted her top so he could cup her breasts and cease his clambering at her shorts. She almost snickered at the thought her tits were a pacifier for this overgrown and very horny baby. 

“The fuck?” 

Ryan was massaging one breast while his mouth latched onto her opposite nipple. He mumbled a question against her flesh. 

“Ryan, stop. I saw something.”

Ryan lifted his head and looked out into- what? Dark and more dark? He couldn’t see past a few trees surrounding them. Now that he was searching for whatever Chastity had seen, he was acutely aware of his uncertainty. He wasn't entirely sure from which direction they had come. He’d gotten all turned around by the delights of Chastity’s body and lost his sense of where they had been. 

“I don’t see anything.”

Until he did. A soft yellow glow floating deeper in the woods. 

“Fireflies.”

“Keep watching,” she whispered.

More lights, flickering, popping like small flashbulbs in the emptiness. Closer, farther, left and right. They were everywhere and now the branches of the limbs were lit by the glow. 

“That’s not fireflies. Come on.”

Chastity was rising, pulling Ryan up with her.

“Chastity. Come on. We can’t go chasing lights in the woods. We’ll get lost. Sit back down with me. Let’s have some fun.”

“Do you hear that?”

Ryan sighed, frustrated that his erection was going unattended. But once his grunts were done, he did hear something, laughter coming from the same source as the lights. Feminine laughter, he noted. 

“You think it’s that weird girl and her mother?”

“Maybe.” Chastity started moving toward the lights ahead. “Maybe Bailey’s there, too.”

Ryan was going to resume his protests, but there was something fixed in Chastity’s face, lit by that distant yellow glow. 

“Fine,” he said and followed.

It was like chasing smoke. The lights never grew nearer, nor did they retreat. They were always just ahead, no matter which direction they turned. The laughter grew louder, though. It was close sometimes, so close that Ryan expected someone to burst from the trees in gleeful surprise. Somehow they were always just out of sight, or glimpsed flitting from one tree to another. Whoever it was out here in the middle of nowhere, he was starting to think that trying to find them wasn’t such a good idea.

“Let’s head back, Chas,” he offered, slowing her march into the woods. 

“No, we’re close. Can’t you hear it?”

Another flash, this one very close, and the laughter sounded mad, feverish. Ryan whirled and felt Chastity’s grip slip from his. He spun back to find her. She was gone, swallowed by the trees. 

“Chastity? Chas!”

Laughter all around, close and loud. 

“Chastity!”