Wesley walked from his small village to the nearby river, two buckets suspended on a pole between his muscular, tan shoulders. The village was situated high up in the mountains, far from whatever problems plagued the rest of Westria. As he walked over the rolling hills, he reminisced on how lucky he was. His family had been here for generations, so he had inherited a farm that was already working like a well-oiled machine, and had a long, positive local reputation. He had it made. As he came over the final hill, his eyes glanced across the thick tree line at the edge of town. Like all local children, he'd grown up with stories warning never to go near those woods. They were filled with all manner of dangerous magic.

He finally arrived at the river, setting the buckets down and kneeling to better reach the cold, clear running water. As he sat bucket in to fill it, a voice said, "Hello!"

He looked around, but saw no one. No sooner had he set back to filling when the voice repeated in the other ear, "Over here, silly!"

He turned, and this time he saw something truly strange. She looked like a woman, with pale, glittery skin, bright pink hair, and beautiful, elven facial features, except she was tiny, no bigger than his thumb, and she had insect wings buzzing from her back.

"Hello!" She repeated, smiling brightly. "I'm Willow! What's your name?" Her voice was strange, like ringing bells.

"Um," he said, blinking. "Wesley."

She zipped down to stand in the grass at his knees. As she landed, her wings folded over her naked form, forming into the shape of an elegant gown.

"Wesley," she repeated. "I like that name! Are you a farmer?"

"Yes," he replied, though he wasn't sure why. This was obviously a fairy. Everyone, even the few travelers who came through, always said the Fair Folk were brilliant tricksters. He'd heard tales of people stopping on the road to help a seemingly stranded stranger, only to suddenly find themselves coming out of a powerful spell days later with their money, weapons, and, in some cases, clothing gone, along with the stranger. But....Willow didn't strike him as a trickster. If anything, she seemed incredibly naive.

"I figured," she said, hands behind her back, rocking on her heels. "You look REALLY strong."

"Oh. Well, thank you," he said, suddenly very pleased with himself.

She giggled, then gasped, zipping back into the air to float at his eye level.

"Hey! Do you wanna come help me with something, Wesley?"

He found himself wanting to say yes, but then he blinked and looked back at the buckets.

"I would, but....I really should be getting back...."

But then Willow came around, now so close that her beautiful face completely filled his vision.

"It'll only take a minute. Please?" She pouted, batting her eyelashes. Up close, he could see that they had delicate dew drops on them.

"Oh....okay," he replied, a smile tugging at his mouth. "But only a minute!"

"Yay!" she said, shooting off toward the forest. He followed tentatively.

"Um, Willow?"

"Yeah?" She asked, fluttering at the forest's edge.

"We.....we really aren't supposed to go into the forest by ourselves."

"Oh. that's okay," she said, coming to hover in his eyeline again. "It's just on the outskirts!"

"I don't know," he said, looking past her into the tall, dark trees. But then she filled his vision again.

"It's okay," she said, her voice soothing, her otherworldly beauty holding his attention. "It's okay to forget ALL about those silly little rumors about the dark forest. Because you trust me completely, don't you?" Her voice filled his ears, his mind, and as it did, his own thoughts melted away. He suddenly couldn't remember why he didn't want to go. Trying to remember was like trying to grasp water as it slipped between his fingers.

"Yes," he said, his voice dreamy and distant. "Yeah, let's go."

She giggled, then shot off into the forest. He followed, having to jog to keep up with her.

As they entered the forest proper, the sun quickly disappeared behind the thick canopy overhead. It would've been nearly impossible to follow Willow if not for the pure white light she was giving off. As he walked, Wesley watched her light bounce off of large, ancient-looking trees. Rocks jutted from the ground in ways he'd never seen before. At one point, they passed a waterfall flowing backwards, the water flowing up the river below, then up the waterfall like some kind of giant bug made of water. It was cold, too. He shivered in his thin summer tunic, goosebumps erupting all over his body.

"This place...." he said, his rational mind asserting itself. "It feels.....unnatural." Even still, he couldn't help but look at Willow as she spoke.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice even more powerful deep in the forest, washing over him like a wave of euphoria. "You're perfectly safe."

"Yes," he said placidly, a big, dumb grin spreading over his face. "Perfectly safe."

She giggled, the sound like heavenly church bells. "Come on," she said encouragingly. "We're almost home."

"Home," he repeated, following without a second thought. Sure enough, light besides Willow's began to fill the forest. Wesley soon found himself in a large clearing. Mushrooms of all sizes filled the clearing, some glowing with otherworldly colors. Deer grazed in the corner. The center of the clearing was taken up by a moon pool. Though Wesley vaguely remembered it being day just minutes ago, a silvery moonbeam cast cool white light into the pool. And its inhabitants.

Wesley sucked in a breath. They all had the same beautiful features, the same skin that glittered like a fine jewel, the same silky hair of all different, unnatural colors. They all lounged in the pool, some running moss over their skin like a sponge, some lying back so that their hair was completely submerged, then sat back up to run their fingers through it, some simply sat on the edge, their feet gliding through the clear, crystalline water. They all laughed, the sound filling the forest with the world's most beautiful song. As the music washed over him, Wesley suddenly couldn't even remember where he'd come from.

Suddenly, a light brighter than the others filled the clearing. Wesley looked over as the light faded and saw Willow having grown to human size. She was somehow even more beautiful than before. Her wings wrapped around her lithe curves like an elegant gown, transparent enough to give a glimpse of what lay underneath. Her skin shimmered in the moonlight. Her hair, eyes, and collarbone were all lined with dew drops. Her lips shimmered enticingly. She smiled as she saw Wesley's reaction.

"Wesley," she said. when she spoke his name now, he had to stifle a sob. It was like being addressed by a goddess; she was so heartachingly lovely. "Come," she said, holding out a hand. He took it, letting her lead him to the pool. "My sisters have been dying to meet you," she said. "It's been SO long since we've had such a strong, young man come to visit us."

Wesley's head swam. The song filled it like a sweet perfume, melting away any thoughts that tried to form. He felt like he was swaying as he stood there, staring down into the beautiful faces smiling up at him invitingly. Suddenly, he was spun around to face Willow. Without warning, she pressed her mouth to his. Immediately, he was filled with warmth like he'd never experienced before. It seemed to seep into his muscles, his bones. The strength faded from him, and he crumpled to the forest floor. But he didn't care. He was enveloped in a drug-like high that no mortal had ever experienced and lived to tell the tale. He watched, gleeful, as the fairies rose from the pool, hunger plain on their faces. They knelt all around him. He realized belatedly that his clothes were suddenly gone. Their song still filling his ears, the women began to caress him, lovingly cup his face, and press soft kisses to his naked flesh that left him feeling even more euphoric.

He gasped as a familiar sensation began down low. One of the fairies lifted his head so he could see Willow stroking his cock. Still singing to keep him nice and complacent, the fairies teased him relentlessly, building him to the edge of orgasm, then stopping. He'd never experienced anything like it. The fairies' touch was incredible, better than any wet dream he'd ever had. He was fast approaching the point of no return, and the fairies seemed to sense it. Their song became faster, more insistent, as did their lovemaking. Soon Wesley was writhing, his hips bucking weakly. Finally, mercifully, he came. But it was no ordinary orgasm. It crashed into him again and again, each more potent than the last. For what felt like hours, he writhed, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

He came hours later, lying in a clearing he didn't recognize. He stood, finding his limbs incredibly weak. How had he gotten here? Where WAS here? With all these questions and more, he began walking through the forest. Through the mist that divided the fairy realm from the human, Willow and her sisters watched him stumble away, all of them with round, pregnant bellies.