#fairytale-esque

You go for a walk into the forest, to the quiet glade you love. Most others avoid it because of the prevalent fairy ring but you've never felt the same need. You respect the snowdrops that always seem to glow with moonlight, and the little deceptively cute mushrooms and in turn you have always found a peace here.

Tonight though, tonight there is a stranger standing by the fairy ring - too close for your comfort and so you call out to them, wanting to offer a well meant warning, and also ensure they know they are no longer alone. "Be careful to stay clear of the circle, the fae may take you away. It's a full moon tonight and that always thins the borders. Though you should be cautious around fairy rings at anytime lest you anger the fair folk by not showing the proper respect."

"A fairy ring?" they say, half turning to you, "I thought those were only stories." You feel a little sorry that they'd never been told those tales. "All stories have a grain of truth within them. Would you like me to tell you some more?" The moonlight catches on their face, silvering their features"I would love to hear you speak more on this. You seem to be quite knowledgeable…" They trail off, leadingly.

"I have always been fascinated with the fair folk, and with stories," you reply and move into the clearing, though you stay standing. "I will tell them to you as they were told to me." And so you do, weaving words of gold and silver threads, tales that do not villianise the fair folk - no, your village acknowledges them for the wild and dangerous people that they are but also respects their power and magic. Stories that tell just why you should not trespass in their circles except in the most dire of needs.

Your companion smiles at you - you feel your cheeks warm, you'd noticed that they were quite attractive, and regardless of that, their attention on you is a heady weighted thing. "Those were some lovely tales and truths." They tell you "But there is one thing I am yet to understand…"

"What is that?" you ask, wanting to help clarify. "How do you know that these flowers and fungi are a fairy circle and not just a natural phenomenon?" You walk closer to them and the fairy flowers that are glowing in the moonlight, brighter than usual. You kneel down and do not see the Cheshire grin spreading over your companions face as you begin to earnestly explain, gesturing at the unique glyphs that hide in the caps of the mushrooms and the way that the snowdrops give off the scent of a riotous garden rather than their own subtle one.

You startle into silence when they kneel down enxt to you, so close that you swear you can feel the silk of their sleeves brush against you skin. They move to pluck a flower from the circle and you grasp their wrist to stop them, putting you slightly off balance.

They pull you forward then with them, so that you both are laying half in and half out of the fairy ring. You panic internally and turn to face your companion. And then you notice that their features have sharpened. That in their hair is a crown of flowers - snowdrops like the ones around you.

And they have antlers now, with the flowers entangled at the base.

Too late, you realise now the trap that they've tricked you into. One delicate hand closes over your wrist with a steel-tight grip, discouraging you from your fleeting thoughts of fleeing. You flex your hand, trying to encourage them to let go but they just laugh softly and you feel a shiver run along your spine.

You breathe out the panic, breathe in, gather your courage and beg them "will you promise me something?" "Mmm, your story-telling was well done, I might be willing to grant you something in turn for it." "Would you please… whatever happens, don't be cruel?"

They smile wider then, inhuman and beautiful like a thunderstorm, moonlight catching on sharp canines and they purr "Oh darling, but what if that's what you want me to be?" You hiss out a breath as suddenly your mind is full of pictures of the two of you in delightful carnal positions - and some indeed would have them being cruel in the ways that only heighten pleasure.

Blinking to clear them away you tilt your head back over to focus on your companion and revise your request "Don't take me away only to discard me when you tire of my presence. Regardless of what happens in desire, do not be cruel to me outside of it." They hum, pleased at the revision. "Granted."

Power hums in that one word - you do not doubt that in this moment that they have been absolutely truthful. "What now," you wonder.

"Now," they say, voice thick with molten heat, as they roll so that their body covers yours, pressing against you in ways you try not to notice. "Now, the night is young, the moon is full and we are half in Faerie where time bends to my will. So, will you give into the desires dancing in your eyes, playing in your thoughts, will you be mine? Let me touch you here under the moonlight in a tale older than time. Weave a story with me, my tale-teller."

They wait then for your response, predator-still and calm. You think if you said no, that they'd respect it but, that you would also never stop thinking about what would happen if you said yes. So you give a nod sharp and quick and breathe out the words in quiet granted permission.