The purple light led me deeper into the night, occasionally shaking and chiming if I ever fell behind. My mind reeled from relief to anxiety as I considered the possibilities. Maybe it was a wizard’s spell, guiding me to a safe home with food and drink… Or perhaps into a terrible boratory, where I’d be chopped to pieces and used as an ingredient in wicked potions.

  Nevertheless I followed it te into the dark, cold night. That is until it drifted over a brook. My legs quivered in exhaustion and I had no desire to get my feet wet on a night as cold as this. I sat down and took a drink from the water.

  Once I id down the light began to chime furiously. It flew over me and shook. It really seemed to be alive, I could tell it was frustrated with me.

  “Look,” I said, “I’m not far from death’s door as it is, and my boots are full of holes. If I step into the icy brook I surely won't st the night. Let me take my rest and I’ll follow you in the morning.”

  The light only chimed louder and began to swoop at my face like a bckbird defending its nest.

  “Fine! Fine!” I shouted as I rose to my feet, my body aching all the while. I took a deep breath and stomped through the flowing brook. It was only up to my knees at the deepest but the cold dug into me like burning needles.

  I shuddered as I climbed onto the opposite shore. “You happy now?” I growled. “I’ll never be free of this chill.”

  “Stop your whining, you big baby.”

  The voice surprised me, but was nothing compared to what I saw where the light had been. A slender woman, cloaked in purple light stood before me. Wavy, dark purple hair cascaded over her pale vender shoulders. Green, silky gossamer cloth barely clung to her small perky breasts.

  She knelt and reached for my trousers.

  “Huh?” I stepped back. “What are you?”

  The woman pouted. “Don’t you mean who am I? And besides, it’s more polite to introduce yourself first.”

  For a moment we just looked at one another until she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

  “I-I’m Jethro,” I finally said.

  The purple woman smiled up at me. “My name is Lavendu Jethro. Nice to meet you. Now sit down.”

  I cautiously sat down and Lavendu began to remove my boots. I wasn’t really sure it was wise to expose my wet feet to the cold but I was too dumbfounded to say anything. Once my boots and socks were off she made again for my trousers.

  “Hold on! What are you doing?”

  “I need to clean your wound so I can heal it,” she said. “Death’s door would be an overstatement but we really shouldn’t wait any longer.”

  “Oh,” I said with a nod and she slid my trousers off. She carefully unwrapped my wound and blew a sigh. She proceeded to wash my leg with water from the brook which glowed in her hands. A clean floral smell drifted about as she moved.

  Once I was clean, Lavendu rubbed her hands together until they glowed orange like hot coals. Then she pced them over the teeth marks in my legs and closed her eyes. An overwhelming warmth flowed from her into my legs. She lifted her hands and the bloody wound had all but disappeared.

  “Lawks!” I said, “thank you.”

  She gave me a warm smile and rubbed her hands over my legs and feet. All the chill of the night and wet was repced by a buzzing warmth. As her fingers slid across my skin and massaged my feet, my gaze was drawn to her gossamer skirt as it slid over her bent round hip.

  I suddenly became aware that this was the first time a woman had touched me in such a manner. Though most of the men my age had done such things many times I had not been so lucky, or perhaps just not ready in my own right.

  But here in the wild night such doubts had little purchase and my manhood rose, making a tent out of my undershorts. Lavendu’s hands slid up my thighs and when she saw what had become of my loins she stopped and froze. She then looked down and continued massaging my legs. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of purple.

  Just as I was about to apologize she looked me in the eyes with a smile. Giant dragonfly wings unfurled behind her. My eyes widened and I pushed myself away.

  “What?” she said with a pout, covering her breasts with her hands.

  “Behind you,” I said.

  She snapped around, giving me a full view of her back. I expected to see a monstrous bug clinging to her but the truth was far more strange. The wings came out of her back as though they were her own.

  “What is it?” she said, looking back at me.

  “A-are those wings?” I asked.

  “Of course,” she said and as she caressed them, iridescent powder sparked over her fingers. She giggled. “Have you never seen a fairy before?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t even know what that is.”

  “Well, that is what I am, and there’s nothing to be afraid of.” she said as she crawled over me, wings wrapping around either side of us.

  My shaft began to twitch.

  “May I?” I asked, reaching out.

  She nodded and I drew my fingers across one of her wings. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as I caressed her gss-like extremity.

  “Let me warm you up,” she said as her wings wrapped around us both. Her legs intertwined with mine, her hot soft breasts rubbed against my chest, and my cock raged against her thigh.

  Her hand found its way to my balls and she lightly danced her fingers across them. “I’ve never done this with a man before,” she whispered. “But I’ve read many books on the subject. Do let me know if I’m doing it right.”

  She kissed my neck as her fingertips caressed my shaft. She giggled as she teased me. Just as I opened my mouth to ask for more she wrapped her hand around me and began to stroke. First slow and sensual. Her hips writhed against my leg.

  I explored her body with my hands. If I touched her wings, she bit her lips, her breasts, she squeaked, and whenever my hands slid over her ass she moaned.

  She gave my neck and face a flurry of kisses. She stroked my cock rapidly, whining and moaning in glee. As her lips finally met mine I released my white, hot, sap upon us both. Waves of blurry, tingling, warmth rushed through me.

  “Oh fuck yes!” she moaned into my ear as she squeezed me close. “Did I do alright?”

  “Absolutely,” I said, then gave her a deep kiss.

  She smiled and nuzzled my neck. Her light faded and I drifted off to sleep. Still wrapped in the warm chrysalis of her wings.

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