good 4 ur soul

imagine your surprise when you find one and excitedly walk in! blood rushes through you, excitement builds up, your heart quickens, and then... nothing

nothing happens

you deflate like a balloon, ready to kick the circle out of shape when you notice a pretty wildflower right on the edge of it

you crouch down to look at it closer, and that's when it happens.

vines wrap around your ankles and wrists as high pitched giggles sound all around you

there's tugging at your clothes, followed by ripping, with excited little squeaks

you blush, tugging on the vines holding your wrists but you can't move far enough to cover yourself. and as your body gets more exposed, the giggling gets louder. you can see as they approach. so many little fairies! around ten or so, none bigger than your open hand

their hands are small, so so small, but you can feel them in excruciating detail as they trace up and down your sides, your tummy, your breasts. it makes you squeak and try to avoid it, but it's futile, you're too tied up to escape

your sounds seem to egg them on, because the louder you get, the more you react, the more the little fairies repeat whatever it is they did. they seem especially fond of your armpits and ribs

you strain against the vines as they spread your legs open

a little cacophony of "oooh"s and "aaah"s is heard as they notice how wet you've gotten from the barest of tickles.

tiny hands, fluttering wings, they all brush on the inside of your thighs. there's three of them crowding in between your legs, touching, squeezing, caressing. you're not sure if it's more ticklish or arousing. most likely, it's both.

you feel as if a kiss is pressed right where you're most sensitive, simultaneously as you feel your nipples get pinched.

you're quickly losing all control of your body. unable to do anything but moan and laugh. when you're so so so close to what appears to be something glorious, you feel the vines move you in a new position, exposing you even further to their ministrations.

it happens again. and again.

and again.

you're so out of your mind by the fifth round of it, that when they ask you for your name, you forget the first rule of dealing with the fae.