0 comments/ 64025 views/ 7 favorites Teedla's Faery Tales Ch. 01 By: Banshee7 CHAPTER ONE: Teedla's Swamp Ordeal Teedla fluttered her light blue gossamer wings faster as she plummeted towards the swampy marsh below. She had detected something moving and was darting towards it. As a royal guard of the Faery Queen, Teedla patrolled the lands around the Fae kingdom rooting out evil. One foul creature amongst the playful Fae folk could be disastrous, so faery warriors like Teedla took their roles seriously. After closer inspection, Teedla confirmed her suspicions. A lumbering muckdweller, half mud, quarter goblin and quarter plant creature, had wandered up from the Backbilge Swamp and it could pose a threat to Faery folk. Teedla, only seven inches tall, whipped out her sliver of a sword and flew to block the muckdweller's path. The muckdweller, a giant to Teedla at 12 inches in height, looked up at the luminescent faery before it and gurgled a wet growl. "Now see here, mucky muck! Turn about and lumber back to the Backbilge!" She ordered the swamp creature with an authoritative tone. The muckdweller looked at her has she hovered eye level to it. It's beady eyes first looked at the tiny needle-like sword, then to the lithe body of the Faery. To the slime dripping muckdweller, her skin seemed to be glowing a pale white, and her flowing blue hair seemed to be made from the sky. The muckdweller's eyes leered at her pert Fae breasts that it could see beneath her white, spider-web thin tunic, it could tell her tiny nipples matched her sky blue hair and wings. "Hey now! No lollygagging about, mucky muck!" She put one hand on her slender hip and the other extended out to point her sword at the muckdweller's root-like nose. The muckdweller felt lust grow in its twisted malformed heart, and grinned evilly at her with its wet brownish gray face. It took a plodding step closer, its arms opening up as if preparing for a lunge. "A-ha! You need a show of force, do you?" Teedla asked as she spun in the air slicing a brown chunk from the muckdweller's slimy head. Unharmed, the creature charged. It rushed straight for her and onto her sword, but even though Teedla's blade was buried deep in its chest, it did not seem to care. A muckdweller's vital organs are tiny and surrounded by muck and gunk, which Teedla was quickly realizing. It's long arms snatched her out of the air and slammed her into the marsh with a plopping sound. It casually plucked her sword from its chest and tossed it aside. She screamed as she felt its tentacle-like arms entwine about her. She felt her tunic become drenched as it held her in a puddle with her wings trapped beneath her. "Glurbal gurg." the muckdweller said as it seemed to laugh. Its fingers were like vines and one hand seemed to grow as it clutched her neck and arms, wrapping her delicate limbs above her head. The other monstrous appendage ripped her tunic and belt from her with such force that the loud snap caused nearby birds to fly fearfully away around them. Teedla struggled in the puddle splashing about as she felt the vine-like fingers from the muckdweller tighten, all to its apparent amusement. Its beady eyes watched her slender body writhe about below it, her wet breasts glistened in the sunlight as her blue nipples sparkled. Its eyes scanned down her tiny torso to her curvy hips to her thin thong-like undergarments. Its wood hard fingertips plucked her wet thong away revealing her blue triangle shaped pubic hair at the top of her firm pale thighs. "You will die for this insolence!" She blurted as it continued to stare at her nude faery body. Twice her size and 5 times her weight, the muckdweller easily maneuvered Teedla so it could inspect her. All the while something began to stir in its muddy groin area. Teedla's blue eyes widened in fear as she saw a snake-like creature begin to emerge from the muckdweller's vegetation covered crotch. The muckdweller plopped down on its knees in the puddle, splashing the swamp water across Teedla. Her long locks of hair were drenched making them dark blue and cling to her slender neck. Its knees landed between her legs, and it spread its stumpy legs to easily open her pale thighs. She felt her heels dig into the muckdwellers mud-like flesh as she tried to close her legs in vain. "NO!" She shouted with all the authority she could muster, "Off me now, mucky muck!!" A nearby swamp rabbit peered curiously over a clump of weeds to investigate the strange diminutive screams and thrashing about. It saw the two strange creatures, one small and pale, the other thick and dark above the other, but the rabbit could not make out that a rape was in progress so was not inclined to help. Roughly, the muckdweller yanked his left arm and his tentacle-like fingers pulled Teedla's arms behind her head and the other tentacles tightened around her throat nearly choking her. She had to press her shoulders into the mud and arch her back to breathe, which threw her hips up and thrust her torso up towards her attacker. The muckdweller grinned at its brutal twisting of the little faery, and licked its muddy lips with its fleshy green tongue. Unbeknownst to Teedla, she had a strong resemblance to the muckdwellers' Swamp Princess, who all male muckdwellers lusted after. The Swamp Princess was a bit taller and a bit greener, but the similarity was enough to send this muckdweller into a sexual frenzy. Its face showed this hyper lust as it looked at her writhing body while she strained to resist the choking vines about her neck. A malicious streak ran through the muckdweller and it pulled back its mass of vines for a right hand and lashed her pale torso with its many whip-like fingers. Teedla yelped in pain as the tentacles stung her stomach and chest. Her reaction caused the muckdweller to chuckle a wet laugh, and to whip her pale vulnerable body again. The red streaks appeared across her tight stomach and her blue tipped breasts. The muckdweller's knobby green penis twitched a bit more and grew longer out of its patch of pubic vegetation. Teedla strained to look down at why the muckdweller had stop whipping her to see it gripping its thick penis with its vine fingers. It was slowly stroking it to make it thicken and harden even more as it stared at her delicate body in its grasp. "NO! Do not put that vile thing inside me!" Teedla screeched. She wanted to struggle harder but could not, she was completely pinned by the swamp beast. She watched in horror as it seemed to grow in front of her eyes. "IT WON'T FIT!" She screamed in earnest. The muckdweller grunted at her protests and moved its vine-fingers so one curled around her head and forced its way across her mouth. She tried to scream again, but its tentacle had gagged her blue lips and mouth. She could taste its finger, and it tasted like over ripe vegetables. It moved closer and began rubbing the olive green tip of its penis up and down the slit of her vagina. Teedla gritted her teeth and tensed up her wet nude body as she prepared for the worse. Faeries are, by nature, promiscuous, but that did not mean Teedla had any desire to be taken forcibly by this repulsive mud/plant/goblin. "Grungle." It gurgled as its slimy penis head rubbed up and down her slit and inner thighs. "Grungle." It repeated in a strange, almost soothing tone. Teedla had no idea what this foreign word meant, but from its rubbing (instead of forcibly plunging) and quite tones, she guessed the muckdweller was attempting to coax her into cooperation. "Forget that, mucky muck!!" she screamed inside her head. Her muddy wings twitched in the puddle of swamp water and her body remained stiff and tense as the swamp beast continued to hold her bent backward, hips thrusting upward. The tip of its slimy green member began crossing over her clit, and its wet friction made Teedla gasp despite herself. "Grungle." It said again with a twisted smile. It dipped the tip into her small opening just a bit and quickly removed it, as if it was testing the water. It held its throbbing tip against her slit just below her sparkling blue wet pubic hair and said, "Grungle." Pinned down and nearly choking, Teedla yelled, "Stop dragging this out an just get it over with!!" The tentacle fingers gripped the muckdwellers thick shaft tighter and began slowly to masturbate as its tip throbbed steadily against Teedla's clit. Its beady eyes stared at her upturned breasts glistening with swamp water and faery sweat. It approved of her hardening blue nipples and felt its own penis harden and grow even longer along with them. Teedla squirmed as the growing friction focused on her clit, but to her surprise, the slight amount that she squirmed moved her hips unto its penis making the pressure worse. "No! this is not happening!" Her mind reeled as she felt her petite body beginning to respond to this horrid creature. Thump, thump, thump. Its penis nudged her clit every time its mass of tentacles for a hand pulled on its shaft. She strained her neck threatening to choke herself worse to look down at his assaulting member. Her eyes popped open wide when she saw the green cockhead oozing a strange precum onto her vulgarly spread vagina. Teedla had to look away as the tight vines around her throat started to cut deep into her skin, but she could still feel the warm, sticky penis slowly nudging against her. For a second time she felt the muckdweller dip just the tip of its penis into her vagina. She could feel it throb as it pulled it back out of her. "Grungle." It repeated with an ape-like grin as it peered into her eyes. Teedla became aware of her pounding heart and heavy breathing as it stared at her. The gag made of vines gripped her mouth causing her tiny nostrils flare as she breathed heavily entirely through her nose. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and she noticed that despite being bent backwards, her body was no longer tense. "What's happening?" She thought, "This walking compost pile is NOT my type!" She renewed her futile struggles, twisting about in the muckdweller's tight grasp. However, all she was able to achieve was to grind her vagina unto its waiting penis. "No!" She grunted under the gag as she felt its penis head slip back into her tight opening due to her twisting about. "Grungle." It almost groaned as its throbbing tip began to sink deeper, stretching her opening. With this third penetration, it did not soon withdraw. Instead, its right hand left its ridged shaft and moved to wrap about her slender waist below her naval. With a mass of its tendrils around her throat and arms and the other around her waist, it began to slowly pull her towards itself. As she slid on her shoulders and wings in the muddy puddle, her legs were forced open wider as the plant-like penis sunk into her deeper. Its slimy coating allowed it to enter her with more ease, but its width began to painfully stretch her vaginal muscles. Teedla groaned into the root-like gag as the muckdweller impaled her on its great, green penis. Despite the fact that its organ was two to three times larger than a faery penis, the muckdweller forced about 3/4's of it into her. That is when the muckdweller felt itself finally press against the back of her vagina. It tried to shove more into her, but it just was not possible. The muckdweller held her tight, bent backwards, as its penis throbbed steadily inside her. Teedla's breasts heaved with each breathe as her breathing became labored. She felt every single pulse of the invading penis from her clit to cervix. She felt a perverse desire growing within her to grind her pelvis against his penis, and she concentrated intently on fighting that urge. The mere thought of having such desires angered her, and she became furious at herself for even having thoughts of mutual intercourse with a muckdweller. Intent upon not succumbing to her perverse nature, Teedla tensed her body and struggled to lower her butt away from it. Almost choking herself in the process, she felt a slight victory as she slightly pulled away from its penis. "Grungle!" The muckdweller smashed her small victory by slamming its penis deep back inside of her. The sudden impact made both of them moan. She was momentarily stunned by the sensation, but then she returned to her resistance. Her new tactic was too show defiance, so she tried to burn a hole in its mud covered, apish face with a glare of hatred. If she could not escape, then she would show this mud beast that she would not passively accept its assault. In its pea-sized brain, the muckdweller had its beloved swamp princess in its tendril grasp and it was loving it. However, it longed for her to return its savage lust. Teedla's eyes burned with blue flames as she glared at him. This was not the desired response so the muckdweller continued to try to coax her into cooperation. "Grungle?" It croaked. The kneeling muckdweller slid her tense body down its shaft causing the water in the puddle to ripple. Then he slowly pulled her back up. After a few trips up and down its slimy pole, the water in the puddle around them became murky brown. After the sixth trip back up, her icy stare was broken when her eyes fluttered. "Grungle." It smiled watching her reaction. The muckdweller increased the speed, and her shoulders began sloshing water out of the puddle. Its glistening penis enjoyed the sensation of the tight faery as the muckdweller pulled her up and down it. It watched as her blue eyes uncontrollably rolled back into her head. "No, no, this is NOT happening!" She told herself, but with each plunge of the plant cock, she felt her body responding to the stimulation. The sensations below her waist were beginning to cloud her senses as well as her reasoning. She barely noticed when it removed its vine-like tentacles from her neck, mouth and wrists. It wrapped its left hand around her waist with its right, and started pulling her up and down on its shaft with even greater force and speed. Sliding in the puddle, her arms and wings were soon coated in the sticky mud. Only her face, torso, and the outsides of her thighs were free of the muddy slime. Now that her arms were free to resist, she did not. Instead, she felt her vagina accepting the plunging of the massive penis, and then aching for its return when it pulled back. Without realizing it, Teedla began to grind her hips with the muckdweller's thrusting, matching his speed. From the intense expression on her tiny face, the muckdweller could see with its beady eyes that she had finally succumbed to "grungle." It released its vine-like grasp from her waist and was pleased that she continued to hump without its assistance. The muckdweller placed its hands on her shoulders and got on all fours and began thrusting with her. It had to hold her delicate shoulders to keep her from sliding away in the slick mud. As it leaned over her, it dripped drops of mud and slime on her pale luminescent skin. "I've never been filled like this by a cock!" Teedla thought as her mind reeled from the intense feelings deep inside of her. Suddenly, she became aware of her actions, "What?!?" She said aloud. She stopped mechanically thrusting her hips up to meet the muckdweller's piston-like penis, but he continued driving it in and out. She tested his hold on her and found that she was still pinned, not only by her shoulders, but also by his immense size and weight. As she tried to find a way out, each downward thrust caused her mind to falter as the pleasure flooded her senses. That faltering changed to gasping with each withdrawal of its penis, and soon she was moaning with each plunge. Instead of thinking of escape, Teedla was becoming lost in the intense pleasure of intercourse with the muckdweller. As she longed to thrust her hips upward again, her last ounce of dignity caused her to glance about for any witnesses to what she was about to do. She twisted her head around his massive arms and glanced about the edge of the swamp. Only a few curious birds and swamp critters were watching their perverse coupling. Spotting no credible witnesses, Teedla's body took over and again she began thrusting back to the muckdweller increasing the pleasure she was already feeling. She locked her arms around its muddy forearms to give herself more leverage to grind in the slick puddle. Her little moans grew deeper and the muckdweller began grunting with each thrust. Her little butt made little splish splash sounds in the mud as her hips humped up at the muckdweller. Teedla looked down between her mud splattered breasts to her crotch to see its thick green penis sliding in and out of her. She was amazed that she was able to take a penis the size of a thick faery forearm into her. If not for its penis' natural slimy coating acting as a lubricant, she doubted if she would survive this ordeal. Despite the slime, the friction from the huge penis was causing a need for release to build deep within her. Plus, one of the bulging veins on the shaft was relentlessly bumping her clit each time the muckdweller pulled out and then again when it pushed in. She tilted her hips allowing her clit to take full advantage of the knobby vein. Her actions were making this one of the best fucks she had every participated in. Soon, she felt that it was about to end as an orgasm grew imminent. Teedla wanted to prolong it since it was feeling so incredible, but could not slow down her pace. As the muckdweller grunted above Teedla, it was lost in its fantasies of its swamp princess. It was oblivious when Teedla's body began to tense and her cute face twisted into a tight grimace. "Yes!" She cried out as an orgasmic tidal wave washed over her. Through out her climax, the muckdweller continued hump its muddy hips as it still tried to force the last of its penis into her. It did not realize that its penis would not fit all the way in, nor did it realize she was climaxing beneath it. Wave after wave, the orgasm rocked Teedla's muddy little body. When it was over, she laid limp beneath the thrusting muckdweller. If not her climax, the muckdweller was aware of its growing closer to an orgasm. A sensation in the tip of its penis was growing more intense with each thrust, despite the fact that Teedla had stopped thrusting back. The muckdweller relentlessly pounded into her now motionless body causing Teedla to bite her bottom blue lip. Its ridged penis began to bruise her tender faery flesh as it attempted to force its way in deeper. She was now wincing with each thrust as he increased his force and speed. Her moans of ecstasy turned into whimpers of discomfort. "All right, mucky muck! That's enough!" she shouted as she dug her fingernails into its arms to get its attention. It ignored her plea and rammed on. "I've got to stop this...get him off." Her mind reasoned as the pain increased. To speed things along, Teedla clenched her vaginal muscles around its bulbous cockhead. She kept squeezing and began rocking her hips once again in hopes of milking its sperm out. Its beady eyes opened wide as she looked up at it, determined to get it off. It continued driving its long penis into her even tighter vagina, but now it looked confused. Her jaw was clenched with a serious expression on her face as her hips undulated. With her vagina acting as a vice, she was able to cause him to ejaculate. "Grungle!!!" The beast roared abruptly as it shoved its penis in painfully deep and froze. Nearby birds were startled by its roar and flew from their trees. Teedla was also surprised, but relieved he had stopped. She felt a hot sticky sensation as the muckdweller's sperm, not having anywhere else to go, leaked out of her around its green penis. Still groaning, the muckdweller raised up to its knees causing its penis to pop out as it slumped back onto its butt with a splash. Its penis continued to ejaculate and a long spurt shot out onto Teedla's mud smeared belly. A final spurt of globby green sperm dropped onto her mud matted blue pubic hair and her tender labia. Teedla's Faery Tales Ch. 01 The muckdweller's gurgling panting filled the air as the last of its cum drained from its swollen member. Filled with growing emotions of guilt and shame, Teedla laid motionless in the mud as the creature's fluids leaked out of her and slid off her sides to mingle with the mud of the puddle. A few silent moments passed, and then the dazed muckdweller slowly stood and turned back towards the Backbilge Swamp. Teedla sat up in the muck as it lumbered back into the swamp. She blinked, also in a daze. She looked around and saw her silvery sword sticking up in the mud. It was almost as soiled as she was. Her knees felt weak when she stood, and being careful not to slip in the mud, she walked wobbly over to retrieve her sword. Her mud caked wings dragged behind her. "I can barely walk, much less fly." She grumbled to herself. Teedla's shredded gossamer tunic was lost in the mud, so she took her sword and walked towards one of the streams that fed into this swamp. Her head hung low, "I'm supposed to fight monsters, not fuck them!" Teedla laid back in a small pool of cool flowing water off to the side of a bubbling brook. The clear water instantly turned muddy. Floating on her back with just her face above water, she slowly opened her legs, arm and wings. She watched the mud flow downstream, and began rubbing her hand over the tough clumps of mud to get them wash away. The stinging welts from the whip-like lashing were still visible on her pale flesh, but were soothed by the cool water. Once clean she climbed out and sat on a smooth round stone in the sun. She drew her knees up to her chest as she opened her wings and fluttered them to help them dry faster. "What a failure am I." Teedla thought, disgusted with herself. "How will I make this up to the Royal court?" She pondered. Once her wings were dry enough to fly, Teedla darted up into the trees still frowning with dissappointment. She knew she would have to find a way to make up for her failure. Teedla's Faery Tales Ch. 02 CHAPTER TWO: Ooni and Pleck's Mischief While Teedla flew off to brood in the trees and plot a way to make up for her failure with the muckdweller, her sister, Ooni was up to no good. Ooni was about to enter a human cottage. The cottage near the dark woods of Glenn Valley was far from civilization. The woodsmen had moved his family a bit too far in the wild lands and built the cottage. As the family slept in the early morning hours, Ooni and her friend, Pleck, crept to the small cottage with pranks on their minds. They flew through a hole near the roof that the woodsman had put there for ventilation. Ooni was smaller than her sister and instead of blue coloring, she had light purple wings with large gold spots on them. Her short bushy hair on her head matched the purple wings and her eyes glimmered with gold. She only wore a tight slip-like gown that went to her knees. It too was gold and would shimmer in the sunlight. Pleck was her best friend and he was a male faery, and at six inches in height, he was a good head taller than Ooni. His hair was light brown and was mostly hidden by his green hat made out of an oak leaf. His tunic was made of birch bark, and slung over his shoulder was a satchel containing potent pixie dust. Standing on the foot board of a bed they surveyed the family of sleeping humans. Ooni pointed to another bed that contained the woodsman's oldest son, Jack, who was almost nineteen years old and was snoring lightly as he slept on his back. Pleck nodded with a sly grin and they flew quietly to Jack's bed. It took both of them to lift the heavy blankets, but soon they were crawling and wriggling under the sheets. Between Jack's long hairy legs they went, trying desperately not to giggle. To combat the darkness under the covers, both faeries glowed a soft light. They finally reached their destination when they reached Jack's crotch. Crouching low, they inspected Jack's sleeping manhood. Soft and limp, Jack's penis was barely two inches long, and it was draped across his hairy scrotum and testicles. Pleck was looking at as if he was an art critic inspecting a new painting. "It needs some work." Ooni whispered. Pleck nodded his head in agreement. "What would mortals do without us?" Pleck asked as he opened the bag of pixie dust. "Their lives would be soooooo boring." Ooni smiled as she crawled up onto Jack to straddle his penis. She threw one leg on either side of him and reached down with both hands to pull up his cockhead. Compared to Ooni, Jack's penis was the size of a very long watermelon. She carefully exposed his pink glands at the head of his penis. The heavy blankets were forcing her down onto the hot length of flesh. Pleck took a handful of shimmering powder and dusted Jack's limp penis with it. "With this pixie dust I sprinkle, on this mortal man's dinkle." Pleck sang softly, "Make his manhood brave, make his manhood crave. To break this fun curse of meat, he must accomplish a brave feat!" Ooni winked at Pleck, and then they both crawled out of the covers proud of their new prank. They would follow this mortal on his daily chores and hope that the entertainment would bring of a few laughs. Later that morning, the woodsman's family was up and going. Jack was preparing to deliver a load of firewood to Farmer Glendale in exchange for a few chickens and eggs. The cart he had to pull was soon loaded, and after he ate breakfast with his family he went out to make his delivery. All morning since he had awoke, he had a strange feeling in his groin. Even when he began to pull the cart up the dirt path, he felt something amiss in his trousers. His penis begin to throb to life and swell. He was thankful he was away from his family as he pulled the cart with a full erection. No travelers ventured down the path, but if they had, they would have been greeted by Jack with a lump in his crotch. "All right now!" He said to himself, "I cannot walk up to Farmer Glendale's with this monster in my pants." When he was a good distance from his family's cottage and sure no one had followed, he undid his pants. Without his knowledge, Ooni and Pleck had followed him and were setting just a several feet away in a bush watching him pull his penis into view. They giggled quietly as he took his swollen penis, about 6 inches long, and began pumping it in his fist. Jack had never done this when on an errand, but had on several occasions masturbated in the privacy of his family's small barn. He concentrated on how it felt to squeeze the tip in his hand and then to help speed things along, he pictured Farmer Glendale's daughter, Gretchen. Gretchen was almost twenty years old and quite a beauty. Plus, besides Mrs. Glendale, Gretchen was the only female he had seen outside his family. Jack thought of Gretchen's milky white bosom, which he had seen half exposed and pushed up by her tight bodice. As his mind recalled her shapely figure, his hand pumped faster on his ridged member. "He is working that thing too fast." Pleck noticed. "Soon he'll be spent." Ooni said with a disapproving frown, "See? He is about to shoot." They watched from their hidden spot as Jack grunted. He slowed his hand's pace after a stream of sperm spilt on to the path. As Jack caught his breath, his penis dripped a few more pearly white droplets to the ground. He looked down to pull his pants back up and blinked. His penis looked a bit larger now. It had grown almost a half an inch in length and a bit thicker due to the faery prank. "Oh no!" Jack exclaimed pulling his pants over his slightly larger penis making an even larger bulge. "This is not good." After several minutes his erection did not subside. He began wondering how he could hide his erect situation from Farmer Glendale if it did not shrink back. Hoping that it would not be a problem, Jack continued on his way pulling the cart as his vulgar bulge throbbed. Halfway through the morning, he spotted the farm up head. He did not need to look down to see if he was still erect, because he could feel his hard penis straining against the fabric of his trousers. Glancing around for any of Farmer Glendale's family near the wooded path, Jack had decided he would try one more time to relieve himself. He ducked behind a tree and once again undid the laces of his pants. The two faeries were closer to Jack then last time. This time they perched directly above him on a tree limb looking down upon him. They held their tiny hands over their giggling mouths to avoid getting caught. Jack pulled his ridged penis free and was still amazed that it had grown. He looked at it for several seconds, then took it in his right hand and squeezed it. He moaned, and with that moan he began masturbating at a fast speed. The faeries watched as he spit a glob of saliva on the tip for lubrication and kept beating his penis in his tight fist. Again he pictured Gretchen Glendale in his mind as he masturbated. This time he imagined her undressing before him, and he tried to picture what her body would look like nude. He already had seen half her breasts from her low cut dresses, but he had to invent the rest of her. As he pictured her face in his mind, her brown eyes and full lips surrounded by blonde hair, he felt a climax about to erupt. "Ungh!" He groaned as he shot out onto the leaves on the forest floor. His eyes open and he saw glob after glob of semen shoot from his penis. At least three times as much sperm dropped to the ground than his first ejaculation! "Why so much a second time??" He asked himself as he panted with deep breathes. Suddenly, as Jack looked at the large amount of sperm at his feet, his penis grew again in thickness and about a half inch in length. "This cannot be happening!" Jack exclaimed as he held his still rock hard, but foreign penis. "What am I going to do?" Thinking quickly, Jack pulled his now 7 inch penis up to his belly and laced his pants up so it held his member uncomfortably to himself. He looked down and saw the long bulge, but he was thankful that at least it was not poking up in his pants like an horizontal tent. After Jack left, the faeries flew down to his sperm as it slowly soaked into the leaves. "Its a lot of spunk! Wanna play in it?" Ooni asked her partner in mischief. "No, not yet. There will be so much more later." Pleck pointed out. Pleck started to fly after Jack when Ooni hurled a handful of warm sperm at his back. He felt it splatter as Ooni laughed behind him. "Awwww, come on, Ooni! We're gonna miss the fun stuff at the farm." "Alrighty," She giggled, "He might try to hump a pig, let's go!" Jack took the cart and pulled it from the woods down to Farmer Glendale's farm. As he walked up several of the farmer's children ran out to greet him. Jack tried to keep his bulge hidden as he unloaded the cart, and the small children did not seem to notice. As he finished stacking the wood, Farmer Glendale and his son Hans, who was as old as Jack, arrived with four chicken cages with two chickens in each. "Afternoon, Jack, how's your family?" The older farmer asked. "Just fine, sir." Jack replied loading the cart, with his back to the farmer. "Will ya stay and eat lunch with us, Jack?" Farmer Glendale asked. "Uh, no, no thank you, my father has many more chores for me yet today." "Well, we'll get your chickens and eggs loaded so you can head back." Farmer Glendale said with a bit disappointment in his voice. From the doorway opposite of the farmer, Gretchen stood watching as her mother prepared a basket of eggs for Jack. Jack had not yet noticed her, but Gretchen noticed that Jack was trying to hide something from her father. After watching for a few minutes, she giggled when whe realized he was trying to hide an erection. When he turned to start pulling the cart, she could easily see his lump in the middle of his crotch pointing up to his belly. Despite being engaged to Fenwick Sutter, a soldier in the King's army, she felt a twinge of lust for Jack. The two faeries from their hidden position could see all as well. They delighted in Jack's uncomfortable situation and smiled knowingly as they spotted Gretchen in the doorway. As Jack finished loading the cages on the cart, the faeries noticed Gretchen slip back inside, but she did not return with the basket of eggs. "I have to be off, good Mr. Glendale, tell your wife I said hello." Jack said hurriedly as he pulled the cart back towards the path to the woods. "Good journey, Jack." Farmer Glendale waved as Jack picked up speed. The farmer turned to his son, "Hans, Jack seemed a bit peculiar to day to me." "Yes, sir." His son nodded. Gretchen stood inside the door for a few seconds allowing Jack to get up the path, then she exited with the basket. "Father, where's Jack?" She asked innocently. "Oh! He just hit the woods. Hans, you go with your sister to get those eggs to Jack." The Farmer said not totally trusting his wild daughter's motives. "Yes, father." As the two headed after Jack, Gretchen whispered to her brother, "Something is odd about young Jack. Let's see what he is up to." As they walked up the path, Hans could see Jack's cart pulled over to the side. "Shhh, let's see why he stopped." He whispered to his sister. In the tree branches, the faeries watched with amusement as the brother and sister crept behind the wooden cart laden with chicken cages. As the Glendale's peered around the cart, Jack was furiously trying to undo his pants. His hands clawed at his laced up trousers, and he was so preoccupied that he did not see Gretchen and Hans approaching. He pulled his still raging erection out of his pants and began to try and ease his aching by masturbating. "See, Hans?" Gretchen whispered to her brother, "Poor Jack is overcome with lust." Hans nodded in agreement as he watched Jack shamelessly pull on his penis. Gretchen had seen a couple of male sex organs, and this one seemed average to her. What was exciting to her was how frantic Jack seemed to masturbate. Why did he come to our farm so randy? Why could he not wait till he got home? She asked herself. Pleck looked at the expression on Gretchen's face and turned to Ooni to say, "She won't require any of this." he patted the satchel of pixie dust. Ooni nodded in agreement and grinned as she leaned down from the branch to watch. Jack's face was flushed red as his fist rapidly pumped his engorged member. Oblivious to his growing audience, he brought himself to another orgasm. Four or five thick spurts of semen shot out of him onto the path. "Zounds!" Jack gasped, "More than ever before!" Gretchen and Hans' view was blocked so they could not see the incredible amount of fluids Jack had spilt, but as he turned to the cart they could see his penis twitch and suddenly increase in size. Jack too felt it grow in his hand again instead of going limp. He could not believe his eyes as he looked down to see an even bigger penis in his hand. It was just as hard as it was before. "How will I fit this beast back into my trousers?" He asked himself aloud. "Come on, Hans." Gretchen whispered as she pulled her brother around the cart. "Maybe we can help, Jack." She smiled. "What?!?" Jack jumped back, startled. He yanked his pants up and turned away. "You followed me? You saw. . ." Ooni and Pleck were clapping in approval above them, but were unheard by the mortals. "Yes." She smiled at his discomfort, "You forgot these." She held up the basket of eggs. Gretchen looked twice to see if her eyes were lying when she saw the large amount of cum on the dirt path. "Sorry to catch you at such an....awkward moment." Hans said as embarrassed as Jack was. "Well, I, uh...." Jack stammered. "Yes, we did notice you seemed over come with lust today," Gretchen grinned, "And we see that your efforts have not caused the lust to subside." She pointed to his half hidden erection. Jack sighed. "The worse part is it keeps getting worse. . .and larger." He admitted, "And I don't know what to do." Gretchen was still grinning as she looked at the two uncomfortable young men. "I know nothing of the anatomy of men, but perhaps Hans can help you. Seeing how he has the same general equipment." She pushed her brother at Jack. "What can I do?" Her brother protested. She pulled her brother with her as she made Jack sit on a stump, putting his head level to her breasts. They appeared to be trying to peek out of her bodice at Jack, and his penis throbbed as he stared. "Jack, Jack, don't try to peek at my cleavage. You'll just make matters worse." She grinned as he tore his eyes away. "Now move your hands." When Jack obeyed, his penis sprang up out his pants and into full view. "What do you think, Hans?" She asked, pulling her brother over closer to peer at the erection. "Looks normal to me." He guessed. "Have you climaxed before this one?" Gretchen asked. "This was the third today." Jack confessed. "Three times?" Hans asked disbelivingly. "Poor Jack, your arm must be exhausted, and you still have to pull the cart home." Gretchen sounded almost sincere. "He must be out of seed by now." Hans guessed again. They all three stared at Jack's throbbing penis. It was still rock hard, red, and glistening with fresh semen. "How much has it grown?" Gretchen asked curiously. "An inch or two, I think, and its a bit thicher." Jack answered. "But it still aches. I feel I need to. . .touch it." His hand started to move to his penis. "No, no." Gretchen said as she pulled Jack's hand away. "Let us try to figure out what this is all about. Hans, you work his, uh, cock, and let's see if things change." "Me? Why me?" Hans asked, shocked at her request. "I've caught you a few times in the shed, so I know you know how to work one." Gretchen said with gleam in her eyes. "It's not necessary, really." Jack protested about the idea of other male touching him. "No, Hans, right now." She insisted. Hans obeyed and took the thick penis in his hand. Hans knelt in front of Jack as he gripped the penis. He slowly pumped the penis up and down. Jack groaned when Hans' hand squeezed the tip. Gretchen sat on the nearby cart wheel and watched with perverse delight as her brother manipulated another man's penis. She was thinking of how she could get the two young men to suck each other for her viewing pleasure. Jack glanced at Gretchen and was shocked to see her brown eyes twinkling. Her eyes met his and she said, "Just relax, Jack, and let it come out." "I-I think I'm too embarrassed." He stammered. "I'm not used to an audience." "Faster, Hans." She suggested, "Fondle his balls with your other hand." Hans reluctantly followed his willful sister's instructions. Jack groaned louder. "I'll help too." Gretchen leaned closer to Jack while setting on the rim of the wheel, "Look over here, Jack. Maybe these will help your lust." She loosened her corset and pulled the top of her dress down. Jack's jaw dropped as he squirmed on the stump. His fantasies were coming true as she allowed her breasts to spill into view. Jack's eyes widened at the sight of them. Her puffy pink nipples seemed to be staring back at him. To make matters worse, Gretchen cupped them with both hands and lifted them as if she was offering them to him. When she dropped them with a bounce, Jack felt his orgasm take control of his body. She felt proud at the thought of the sight of her body bringing him to climax. Pleck's eyes widened, "Look at those mountains!" He hissed to Ooni. Ooni looked down at her own shapely, but minature body, and playfully slapped Pleck. "I'm cumming!" Jack warned as Hans continued to stroke him. As Jack moaned, his semen shot over Hans' shoulder. Hans leaned to one side as the next few spurts shot past him. "Oh my!" Gretchen blurted when she saw the amount of sperm erupting from Jack. Hans squeezed the rest out, which ran in milky white rivers across his fingers and down Jack's scrotum. All three watched intently, and were rewarded with Jack's penis twitching and then suddenly growing to almost nine inches. "Oh no." Jack groaned. "It's bewitched!" Hans exclaimed. The two faeries giggled above them. Gretchen tucked her breasts partially back into her now loose dress top, allowing her nipples to peek out over the edge. "It cannot keep growing, it just cannot." She moved next to the stump. "Lie back, Jack. We will beat this out of you, so to speak." Jack leaned back with his buttocks on the stump and his back on the ground which thrust his penis up to the sky. He was so embarrassed, but hoped the Glendale siblings could help. "Do it again, Hans. Keep doing it." Gretchen sat closer. As Hans began pumping Jack's penis with both hands, Gretchen reached down to pull Jack's trousers and boots off. She then began caressing his inner thighs and fondled his aching testicles, lightly squeezing them from time to time. Hans gripped the now thicker cock across from his sister and noticed that while her right hand caressed Jack, her left hand was sliding up her thigh pulling her skirts up. Hans tried not watch but could not help it when Gretchen reached her vagina with her dainty fingers. She was focused on Jack's penis not Hans, so Hans was able to watch as she cupped her hand to her crotch. The sight of her golden brown pubic hair and her finger slowly digging into her slit made Hans' own penis begin to swell. Over the next fifteen minutes, Hans and Gretchen were able to make Jack climax two more times. His sperm splashed primarily on Hans, his sleeves and shoulder as he leaned in to pump Jack's penis. The faeries watched each eruption like they were at a fireworks show. Each blast seemed to drain Jack more and his penis grew after each. Jack laid across the stump exhausted and almost comatose from the drain on his system. Gretchen had her brother stop after Jack's fifth orgasm of the day. Jack's penis was now almost ten inches long and almost as thick as a person's wrist at the base. Soaked in sperm, Hans stood up and stumbled back. Gretchen glanced away from the mammoth penis and noticed Hans now had an erection bulging in his trousers. Teedla's Faery Tales Ch. 02 "You're a mess too, Hans." Gretchen said. She stood behind Hans and undid his trousers and pulled his sperm drenched shirt off. Hans, confused and excited, allowed his sister to maneuver him so that he straddled Jack's head. The insides of Hans' knees were on Jack's shoulders. He watched speechless as his sister reached around and took his straining penis in her slender fingers. Hans' penis was long and slender and curved slightly up, but looked bigger in Gretchen's small hand. She guided his penis to Jack's lips. Hans closed his eyes when she inserted him into Jack's mouth. Jack was unable to resist, but felt the long hard penis glide across his tongue. "There." She said after her brother's penis was snugly planted in Jack's mouth. "Let Jack return your favor while I see if I can tame this bewitched cock." Ooni leaned over the branch above about to topple off, "She's a good one, Pleck." "Oh yes, indeed." Pleck agreed. Unable to resist relieving himself at Jack's expense, Hans took Jack's head and slowly began humping it. Hans groaned as his penis slid in and almost out of the hot mouth below him. Gretchen felt a perverse thrill as she watched her brother ram himself into Jack's face. For a few seconds, she moved behind Hans and watched her younger brother's butt clench as he drove his penis deep. She turned back to look at Jack's enormous penis up close. Jack's mind was numbed by the multiple supernatural orgasms, and he laid passively across the stump with his massive penis jutting up like a pole. When Hans began thrusting his hips back and forth, Jack unknowingly began to suck on the flesh rod invading his mouth. "This is. . .incredible." Hans blurted as Jack slurped. Gretchen hiked up her dress to her waist giving the faeries a glimpse of the golden brown curls of her pubic hair. "Incredible is the word." she agreed. Standing over the young woodsmen, she gripped the thick penis, but her fingers could not totally encircle it. Gretchen slowly pulled the throbbing penis down towards Jack's knees like a lever. Barely holding his penis in one hand and her dress up with the other, she squatted over Jack. Once it was in place between her legs pressing against her vagina, she reached down and scooped up some of the excess sperm and then smeared it all over his entire penis. After slicking it up, she pressed the red hot tip into her soaking wet vagina. "Here we go." She said to herself. Gretchen's left hand held onto her brother's shoulder for support as the other hand held Jack's penis to her opening. She slowly lowered herself onto Jack's massive penis. She began to wonder if the lubricant was going to be enough. As Jack's enchanted penis slowly penetrated her, a small yelp of pain, escaped her lips even though she was controlling the speed she took him. Hans asked over his shoulder, "Are you all right?" as Jack's mouth sucked at him. "Yes." She answered quickly. "I can handle this, but it is a challenge." She stopped her descent and allowed herself to get accustomed to the size of Jack. Sweat began to build on her forehead and above her cleavage. With both hands on her brother's shoulders, she lowered herself further. Gretchen made whimpering sounds with each inch she took. Worried, Hans pulled out of Jack's mouth and turned around to check on his sister. "No, be still." She ordered him. She had almost completely taken Jack's penis in, but still need her brother for support. "I almost have him." Hans looked down to see his saliva coated penis resting on Jack's cheek. The image made him throb, and without even thinking about it, Hans put it back into Jack's mouth. "Oh my." Gretchen gasped as a small orgasm washed over her just from having Jack all the way in her. She shook her blonde locks as she shuddered. Gretchen's hands gripped Hans' shoulders firmly as she straightened her legs a bit to raise herself up the penis. Then she lowered herself back down. "Ohhh, yes." She moaned approvingly. She began standing and then squatting quickly to bob up and down on the immense penis. Her calf muscles tightened as she worked Jack's penis with her vagina. Up on the branch, Pleck could no longer resist and reached under his tunic to pull out his own erection. He noticed Ooni draped across the branch was playing with herself as well. He started stroking his faery prick as he resumed watching the mini-orgy he and Ooni had created. Hans felt his sister's grip tighten on his shoulders as she began moaning louder behind him. This is too much! he thought. Cradling Jack's head in both hands, he began humping the apparently willing mouth below him even faster. He abandoned any thoughts of pulling out of Jack's mouth and focused more on the intense feeling in his cockhead. Soon, he was spasming and erupting into Jack as he cried out. "Oh, Hans!" His sister shouted behind him soon after as she experienced a climax as well. Hans rolled off Jack onto the ground panting heavily. Once he was gone, Gretchen had no support so she laid across Jack's sweaty chest. She continued slowly humping the impaling cock deep inside her. "This feels incredible." Jack heard himself say as he finally was able to clear his head. He tasted Hans' salty sperm in his mouth, but was more interested in the warm, wet vice on his penis. His hands felt the slender waist above him and pulled her down tight against him making Gretchen moan. "Ooooh, Jack's back." Ooni winked to Pleck. She wished that they had bewitched Hans as well, but was more than satisfied with their handiwork so far. Jack sat up with Gretchen straddling him, totally impaled on him. She was doing all she could to hold onto Jack's neck. "Help your sister get her dress off, Hans." Jack suggested. "Is that fine with you, Gretchen?" Hans asked cautiously standing up, he knew his willful sister liked to be in total control. She merely grunted a response. "Hurry, Hans." Jack urged as he began humping harder. Hans began unlacing and pulling pieces of her dress over her head. He quickly had his sister nude except for her white stockings and work boots. Hans stepped back to watch. He liked to see her body undulate as she writhed in Jack's lap. Walking around the pair on the stump, he took in every detail, from Gretchen's swollen nipples to the dimples above her round buttocks. "I can't stop! I can't stop!" Jack warned as he humped harder and faster. Gretchen was barely coherent as wave after wave of pleasure hammer her body. She had no idea that yet another monster sized load of sperm was about to jet into her. When he released his powerful ejaculation, her eyes flew open. The sensation was as if she had straddled a geyser. Jack was grimacing as he groaned and felt himself flooding her. Hans leaned close to see white cum streaming down Jack's legs as it forced itself out his sister. Then, expecting the worse, Hans saw the base of Jack's penis visibly expand. "Oh no." He said, looking to his sister. "You should've got off him." Gretchen was speechless. Her face was contorted into a mixed expression of shock, pain, and regret. She could feel every twitch and pulse of the massive penis inside her. Jack too was speechless, his expanded cockhead was hot, wet, and inadvertently being constricted by Gretchen. "Pull me off, Hans." Gretchen said in a whisper. Standing behind his sister, Hans put his arms under each of hers and pulled her up. This caused both Jack and Gretchen to moan. "Is it out of you?" Hans asked his sister, but since he did not receive a response he pulled harder making them both moan again. She is as limp as a rag-doll, but as limp as a rag-doll with a stick shoved up into it., Hans thought to himself. Above them, Ooni's eyes were sparkling, "Get ready, Pleck, this is gonna be good!" She watched as the smaller male human pulled its sister up and down their creation. In his attempt to free his sister, he was accidentally working Jack's entrapped cock. "Are you stuck? I can't tell from here." Hans said tugging at Gretchen. Jack was holding onto the stump with all the strength he had left as Hans tried to free Gretchen. He felt intense ecstasy every time Hans pulled and twisted her. Jack looked at her face and down her torso. Beads of sweat were running between her heaving breasts. He leaned back to look further down her nakedness to see her tight stomach and blonde curls around his bulging shaft. The view was too much and yet another orgasm was rushing from parts unknown deep inside him. "Hurry, Hans." He whimpered, "I'm about to cum." "What? No!" Hans said, "You'll rip her in half if you keep growing!" Hans' frantic wrestling made Gretchen's breasts jiggle and bounce making Jack's eyes widen. "Too late!" He groaned. He screamed as the climax burst through his enchanted penis and a sloppy "pop" sound followed. The blast sent Gretchen and Hans falling back onto the ground as the high pressure ejaculation streamed onto them. Jack rolled backwards the opposite direction with spurt after spurt of hot liquid raining down on him. There seemed to be an unlimited supply of fluid inside him. Pleck sent his own faery semen down into the mix as he finished jerking himself off. Ooni looked down from the branch to see the trail, the cart, the stump, the humans all covered in the giant payload of cum. "Now that's a work of art, Pleck." She grinned. "Lets go try it on some giants, but in reverse." The two faeries flew unnoticed up into the tree and then towards their forest. Hans stood up and surveyed the damage. He was pleased to see his sister had been freed in the sperm explosion, but could only see Jack's feet. He crept up to the stump and looked over. Jack was sprawled out sopping wet in his own fluids, but his penis had shrunk back to its normal size. "Wow, he's still hard." He said to himself. Gretchen was slowly setting up, with her legs still spread wide. "Where's my dress?" She asked looking around. "I think its under there." Hans pointed to the gobs of cum. "Well, get it." She snapped. Jack peeked around the stump, "Ummm, thanks Gretchen, I seem to be back to normal." She covered her slick breasts in a modesty that somehow seemed inappropriate at this point. "What are we going to tell my father about this when he sees this mess? When he sees my dress?" "We could blame it on faeries?" Jack suggested weakly.