i love being fae. i love luring men and knights into the woods with silky smooth voices and the promise of satisfying him unlike any man or woman before me. i love the little chase through the woods- before i decide to let him catch me. i love giving them the best they’ve ever had and vanishing before the sun rising while they sleep- leaving them with only blurred memories and wondering if it was even real. trying to recall our meeting gets him excited again, palming at himself with needy gasps and finishing under the tree i took him beneath last night. perhaps i’ll see him on the edges of the woods searching for me once more
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