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It was a strange world that Dean lived in. He had never given much thought to how the world worked and how odd it really was, but standing in a field deep behind his family house face-to-face with a creature who looked every bit human except for its unnaturally pale complexion, white, almost delicate, clothing, and the large wings protruding from its back that looked as if they belonged to a dragonfly. If that didn’t give away its otherworldliness, its small size certainly would, with the winged-being looking barely larger than the leaves surrounding it.
Magical things like this were not even unusual to see in his world or even just in his little town. Heck, one of Dean’s best friends was a vampire, and his family dentist was a werewolf, for god’s sake. No, this wasn’t strange. What was weird was exactly what he had discovered. Everything Dean had ever read told him this was a fairy, but the fairies were elusive and crazy secretive in nature, almost never leaving their burrows and fields. There were almost no reports of one ever interacting with a human and many people even thought them to be extinct. Any accounts people had uncovered or published were mainly revealed as hoaxes and all that was known was a general description with a basic depiction of their wings and size, though even these were debated. Tales of fairies and their deeds were still found throughout the world, though, and overall they were thought to be amicable, if a little mischievous.
Still, Dean may not know a ton of lore or do as much deep research as some other members of his family, so it’s possible he could’ve missed a detail or two. However, looking at the snarling thing below him, he could confidently say that what was known was bullshit. The fairy creature he had stumbled upon in the forests behind his house was a bit mischievous, sure, but this thing didn’t have an amicable bone in its freaky little body. The size was the one thing that seemed accurate–the fae couldn’t have been taller than six inches, even though it did have some muscle mass and was definitely bulkier than what Dean would imagine for a fairy. But everything else about any kindness or even tales of granting wishes could not be true.
Not even 10 minutes ago Dean was just minding his business, taking a comfortable stroll in the warm mid-afternoon sun. He hadn’t even put a shirt or shoes on–enjoying how the sun hit his back just right and how the soft grass and dirt felt against his bare feet. Today he decided to walk out a bit farther than normal, making his way through a few dense areas of trees until he came upon a field with shorter bushes and pockets of flowers. He had peacefully admired the flora and the little insects and pollinators hard at work until he spotted a little figure in the bush next to him. Dean thought it may have been a stuck animal or just a cool rodent, so he reached and wrapped his right hand around it only to suddenly hear a small crunch and be met with a tiny, almost-human face when the thing turned around and before Dean could say anything, the creature dove for the finger closest to it and bit down. He recoiled in pain before just barely managing to grab the being with his other hand.
He had the creature by the arm now, holding his injured finger in front of him as blood welled at the tip. What he could now see and guess was a fairy had blood all around its mouth, but it didn’t seem to mind much and telling by the almost animal look in its eyes, it only wanted more.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed, causing some nearby birds to make a hasty escape. He looked down at the thing he was holding and almost roared in anger. “You little bastard, you bit me!” Dean shrieked. The little being growled right back at him, thrashing and fighting against Dean’s hold on its arm.
The fairy snarled as it glared up at him. “Stupid human,” it spat out in a surprisingly deep voice with some kind of foreign accent to it. Dean wasn’t phased, though, and only smirked at the small thing as it continued to try and fight him.
“I thought fairies were supposed to be friendly, grant wishes even. Y’know, Tinker Bell shit.” Dean said, amused as he held the fae tighter to show off his own strength.
The creature was not impressed. “Humans,” it repeated in disgust, paired with an eye roll that could put 14-year-old girls everywhere to shame. Dean was surprised that so much annoyance could be conveyed by such a small thing. “What do you know of our kind, ape? You are fortunate even to be speaking to me, your language is primitive.”
Dean couldn’t understand some of the syllables, but he got the insulting idea, and his annoyance grew. “Well, I wouldn’t have picked you up if I knew all fairies were such dicks,” he snarked.
The fae bared its teeth at Dean, showing off the many sharp pins that filled its mouth, which explained why the bite to his finger felt like dozens of the largest needles. It let out more of those strange vowels and sounds which Dean was now seeing was probably its language, like he was supposed to understand somehow. As his finger continued to throb in pain, his anger and frustration rose even higher. “Hey jackass, they don’t teach fairy in school. Now how ‘bout you heal my finger, then we both go our separate ways. I’d like to enjoy my walk without bleeding all over the ground.”
That seemed only to upset the creature even more as it fired off what could only be more insults and shook harder against Dean’s grip as it looked right into Dean’s eyes. “Idiot, You damaged a fae’s wing. You must pay the price required for me to heal.”
Dean scoffed. Sure, the thing’s wing looked messed up, and it was probably his fault, but there was nothing he could do about it. Dean couldn’t believe this much arrogance could be in something barely the size of his dick. He smirked, “Oh yeah? And what would that be? I don’t have any cash on me right now and I can’t exactly give you a child if that’s what you’re into.”
The creature, though, did not get angrier, and instead only gave Dean a feral smile that was all teeth. “I must consume to repair myself.” It gave Dean a look from top to bottom, licking its lips like it was a lion, and Dean was the first meal it had seen in weeks. “Consume meat.”
Dean was sure the horror was visibly growing on his face. “Oh, hell no! I am not for consumption! Find something else,” he protested, but the fairy seemed to be done with talking altogether. It reached over to the hand that was holding its arm and bit right into Dean’s palm just below his thumb. In shock at the sudden burst of pain, Dean pulled his arm away so the creature was released from his grip. Instead of falling to the ground, though, the fairy landed on the human’s chest, where Dean then took his other, still bleeding, hand and tried to fling the creature away. When his hand reached his chest, however, the fairy swiveled its head around toward it, reached for the bloody finger, and swallowed it whole, cutting clean off at the last knuckle. Horrified, Dean screamed as his hand was released, and he was left with a stump. A bleeding stump. A gushing blood down his hand stump. The fairy seemed indifferent to the pool it left as it turned back to face Dean, chewing until it swallowed his finger like a fucking pretzel stick.
“Delicious,” the creature hummed in its own language. “I’ve never tasted Human before.” It said like it was observing the weather or a pretty bird. The fairy then sharply raised its head to meet Dean’s eyes as he angled his neck down to look at the fae in horror, still in shock. “Grabbing or fighting me won’t help you,” the fae stated. It nodded to itself like it made a decision before re-focusing on Dean, “I will give you some venom to take care of that nasty habit of defense before I begin.”
That broke Dean from his frozen state, “You’ll give me what?” He screeched. He couldn’t understand the word, but whatever it was, it didn’t sound good. He returned the creature’s thoughtful expression with a growl of his own, mustering up his confidence. “Look, I’m sorry about your wing, but I’m not into this shit. Now get off–” Dean was cut off as the fairy let out another feral sound and lunged up for his neck. Dean desperately took his soaked and bloody hands and made a slippery attempt to pull it off of him when he felt his flesh being pierced by what could only be dozens of tiny but painful daggers like his skin was no more than a stick of butter. Dean shouted in pain as his body cringed in agony and he redoubled his efforts to claw and rip the fairy from his neck, but it was somehow even more unmovable.
From the scalding hot center of pain on his neck, he suddenly felt something cool rush into the spot and spread through his body, slithering down his arms and back, then down into his legs and groin all the way to the tips of his toes. A shudder overtook him as goosebumps rose all over his body. The cold feeling felt unbelievably good in the hot sun and with the adrenaline coursing through him from his injuries. Pump after pump of the cold ran through him until he felt himself growing weaker, his head cloudier, as his legs gave out under him until his knees landed in the dirt.
The pressure in his neck was relieved as the creature finally released its daggers, and Dean let out a sigh. His head felt like he had been roofied, and a hundred cotton balls had somehow shoved their way inside. Each new thought passed through his head like leaves in the breeze, and though he was on the ground, he felt himself floating through the clouds. He was meant to be fighting against his attacker, but suddenly he couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore.
He was also somehow more sensitive, feeling every little touch and sensation from the disturbed soil under his knees, the dirt surrounding his toes as he dug them into the earth, the sun slowly burning his back now that he was stationary, the drops of sweat running down his chest and sides, and especially the fairy now standing up on his left shoulder. His injuries weren’t painful anymore, either. Only the touches and good sensations mattered now, not pain or agony. He couldn’t move his head to look but he managed to mumble out a “y- dun?” to the creature.
The fairy responded by jumping down from his shoulder, digging its sharp claw-like nails into Dean’s chest as it went, streaking it with deep, blood-welling gashes as the creature slid down to his nipple. Dean somehow managed to rock his head forward only to see the fairy staring at the bud with the same hunger from before. “Don’t worry, human. As I said, that was just a bit of my magic to make you more agreeable while I sample you. Though I could drain you right now and be healed, I must say that I have never been this close nor tasted a human before. I admit, you make me, the fairy dragged its gaze all over Dean’s chest like it was a buffet as it licked its lips, famished.”
Its eyes locked back onto Dean’s nipple. The fae moved in closer and took the entire bud into its mouth. It held the skin in its mouth for a second, sucking a bit and sending waves of pleasure to Dean, until its teeth sunk in, ripping the bud clean from the skin and chewing on the nipple with a delighted look on its face as blood gushed from Dean’s chest, mixing with the blood that had just started drying from the fairy’s nails. The creature then moved forward and began to lap up the plasma, like it was ice cream melting off the cone, even though it could only catch a bit with its small size.
Dean, meanwhile, could feel the missing piece, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much, especially with that tongue still running all over his chest, sending delicious sparks to his cock.
When it was done, the fairy turned its gaze to his other nipple and, in the blink of an eye, swallowed it down just like the first. It was so quick Dean was unprepared for the rush of sensation that turned into nothing but pleasure as his second bud was ripped from him. The tongue then again resumed its work on the endless blood streaming down his chest, and before he knew it, his cock was fully hard in his jeans. The fairy took notice of the new bulge below and seemed intrigued like it had found a new toy to play with.
“Look at you.” It gasped. “My venom can cause some pleasure but to this degree–delicious.”
The foreign syllables barely broke through the clouds in Dean’s mind as his arousal, and the rough denim over his hard cock almost overwhelmed him. The creature, with its supernatural strength, started to remove its nails from Dean’s chest and pushed him back until his back hit the ground, lying fully on his back.
Before he could stop it, the human let out a whine of need as the fairy fully released Dean’s chest from the deep slices it made in his chest and climbed down toward his groin. Just below his navel, the creature quickly shredded Dean’s belt with its teeth and climbed down into the denim below, ripping the seams as it went as if on a mission. But, when it passed by Dean’s cock and only stopped to take smaller nibbles of pale flesh from Dean’s left thigh, his whines only grew louder. Soon enough, the fairy had exposed the entire left leg down to the human’s feet. When it reached the bottom, the fae turned and began making its way right up the other leg, again tearing the fabric as he went and pausing for smaller snacks along the way while its nails left cuts over almost every inch. Soon, both legs were freed, and the jeans were nothing but shredded rags left in the dirt.
The fairy finally paused at Dean’s groin and descended on his cock, its whole body barely bigger than the member itself. It wrapped itself around the member while sniffing and petting it as if to explore, much gentler here than it had been anywhere else. The blood surrounding its mouth and smeared across the rest of its body spread onto the cock, creating a pleasurable slide that was increased tenfold for Dean’s drugged brain. Each touch and lick as the fairy played with its new toy ramped Dean up more and more until precum joined the blood now completely coating his cock. The fairy looked even more fascinated by this new liquid and quickly licked it up. The everpresent hunger in its eyes only grew stronger, and a small voice in Dean’s head shouted out a warning at him that something more was about to happen, but it was too quiet and couldn’t quite reach up to his floating brain. While Dean writhed in pleasure with no other cares, the fairy opened its mouth as much as it could and ripped off almost the entire tip of Dean’s cock. The human howled and screamed from the feeling, but his body still refused to move an inch even as the fairy dove in for more, taking the head along with a few extra inches in just a few bites. Any pain was still registering as pure pleasure to him now, and he would’ve come right then if he could, his mind still not aware of what really just happened.
When the fairy finished, its stomach looked a bit bigger from eating much more than its own body weight, and its bent wing looked much better. Still, it didn’t even acknowledge these things and continued its exploration of the private area, almost as if looking for another toy or prize to consume. The creature moved past the stump Dean was left with and quickly found his uncovered balls. It then began to examine them, and though Dean couldn’t see, his foggy mind was still able to supply him with plenty of images of just how his balls would look in the fairy’s hands, the fae’s size making them look humongous. He distantly wondered as the fae continued to pet them if it would eat those, too, though the thought didn’t stick around long enough to bother him. Soon enough, the petting turned into licking until he felt something sharp cutting them away from his skin as the fairy emerged from between his legs, where Dean could see it bite into them like an apple until they were devoured just like his cock. Dean could also see that the fae looked even fuller, its stomach almost bulging with all the large pieces it had taken from the human. When it finished Dean’s castration, the creature stuck its head back where his balls used to be, and another red pool of blood was forming as if searching for something.
Suddenly, Dean found himself being flipped onto his stomach, face slamming into the dirt as he found his body unable to even lift his head out of the ground and turn it to the side. He could feel the blood still left on his body soak into the ground as the fertile soil became even softer and sticky. The gashes across his body and the wounds where his nipples were would’ve been agony rubbing against the earth–he likely would’ve passed out a long time ago– but the magic was still keeping his body pliant and his mind calm. The sensation, however, did somehow still force a long guttural moan out of him as the dirt stuck to his sweaty, bloody skin and to the inside of his wounds where the fairy left deep holes all over.
He could also feel it as tiny sharp hands exposed his ass to the now chilling late-afternoon air. The fairy let out a satisfied hum as it likely found what it wanted. It felt, then squeezed Dean’s ass cheeks before taking a piercing bite of the left one, like the creature couldn’t resist. Dean groaned at the feeling and at the blood he could now feel making its way down his ass, and some running over his hole. Before he could even catch his breath, he felt a small but effective tongue, along with sharp pricks of teeth, drawing a line between where they were on his cheek down to his hole where the fae began to lick, suck, and bite his blood-covered rim like it was the best meal it’d ever had. If Dean had any mental faculty left, he’d almost be flattered at the treatment. Instead, he could do nothing but lay there and let out loud moans and whines under the assault, and each time the creature’s tongue made its way inside him. The fairy seemed determined to hit every single nerve with his mouth, and its position caused the blood from the wound on his cheek to pool even more in his rim. Every touch, each swipe of its tongue or nip from its teeth, and even its own body was made slick with the blood. He could also hear the noises his hole made, just barely louder than his own sounds.
After what felt like a lifetime of the fae working on his ass, Dean could feel something starting to push inside his hole. It was too big to be its finger, but the human couldn’t figure it out. Then, as the object moved and reached deeper, he realized what it was. The creature’s entire arm. With the blood and saliva slicking the way, it went in so easily, and he soon felt another arm push inside him. The limbs began to clumsily explore and stretch his ass, nails nicking his insides as they went. Way too soon, he felt something bigger try to push its way inside. Dean knew there was only one thing that could be. A fairy was crawling its way into his ass, and he could feel Every. Single. Thing. He couldn’t even bring himself to object either. Dean felt the creature hold his rim open with the arms already inside him to be able to get its head past the ring. Once its head popped through, Dean could feel the straps from its white clothes as they rubbed along his rim and into his hole. The fringe hanging from the outfit Dean had noticed earlier was now tickling along his inside walls as the fairy got almost all the way inside. The stretch to fit the fae inside burned like nothing he had ever experienced, but with the cold magic still coursing through him, he relished it, trying to lift his uncooperative body to raise his hips or get on his hands and knees for a better angle.
Too late, and with the fairy pushing through the last resistance his rim gave to get inside and with Dean slack-jawed, dirt trying to make its way into his mouth, the human remembered what the fae had done with every other part of Dean he’d found. He couldn’t be afraid–the venom wouldn’t allow it–but the warning voice within him was a bit louder as the creature found the spot inside him that made his body jerk with pleasure on its own and bit down on it hard, taking the organ and quickly swallowing it. Dean’s mind somehow went even more blank, and if he still had his cock and balls or, hell, even his prostate, he was sure he would’ve come. His channel was already slick and bleeding before this from both the wound on his ass and the fresh ones made as the fairy scratched and clawed its way inside, but this set free a flush of blood from where the organ used to be through his ass until it trickled out of him. The fairy, apparently satisfied, backed out of his ass in a quick motion before flying, flying, up to Dean so he could see it. Now Dean could fully take in the creature who was completely soaked, its once white garments now blood-red as it dripped plasma onto the already soaked ground. Its wings, though tainted a reddish pink, looked almost brand new with no injury in sight.
The fairy’s stomach was definitely bulging now, and it looked very satisfied as it landed on Dean’s back, standing right above his neck that was pressed against the ground. It crouched down and reached around the side of Dean’s face to quickly grab his right eye right from the socket. It detached from his socket with ease, making a loud squelch that would’ve made Dean cringe if he could’ve. He couldn’t see it, but Dean heard the creature chew and swallow his whole eye, green iris included. It let out a cheerful hum, then returned to Dean’s neck where it, once again, latched those teeth onto the slowly leaking wound that the creature had first inflicted on the human what seemed like years ago. However, instead of pushing that cold magic into Dean, it now furiously sucked from his neck, and the human could feel the cool sensation rush all the way back up the path it entered, from his toes up to his neck and out into the creature’s mouth. As it left through the fairy draining him, Dean’s head became clearer and clearer, but his body also started to register the considerable mutilation Dean suffered. The pain rose from its previous pleasurable levels to uncomfortable, heading up to agonizing, and he was forced to squeeze his remaining eye shut. Just as he was about to release the scream building in his chest, he heard a small but clear snap right next to his head. Just as soon as Dean’s pain rose to unimaginable heights, it fell. He hurt along his chest and thighs, and his ass was sore too, but he didn’t think he was missing any big chunks of flesh or organs anymore. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up to see the fairy resting on a leaf, still looking satisfied, if a bit impatient. Lying on his stomach in the dirt was no longer comfortable, so Dean peeled himself off of the dirt and grabbed a nearby branch to help him stand up after so long in one place. Looking down at himself, expecting to see the body horror he remembered, he was relieved to see everything back where it was, only his clothing left behind in tattered rags now lying in the dirt.
He looked back up at the fae in confusion, “You healed me?” He asked, his voice hoarse from moaning and the dirt that made its way inside.
The fairy’s voice was dripping with contentment and laziness as it replied, “You settled what you owed. A life was not required.” Its eyes drifted to the right of Dean’s field of vision and locked onto something. “I did, however, keep one souvenir for myself, just to make sure you remember your lesson.”
Dean followed its pointed gaze with his hand up onto his face until he felt the hollow socket where his right eye was just a few hours ago and gasped in shock as he felt what was there, or rather, not there. Thankfully, he quickly realized that it didn’t hurt, but the open cavity felt unsettling to the touch, and his recognition of the inhuman animal in front of him that caused this grew.
He looked back at the fae just as its gaze hardened, and its faint smile morphed into a glare. It practically growled at him, fierce as ever but with a lot more evidence to back up its words. “Try to touch me or any of my kind again, and there won’t be enough left of you to heal.” With the threat hanging in the air, the fairy turned and flew back deep into the field and out of sight.
Dean looked after the creature with his remaining eye for a few stretched-out seconds before he snapped back to himself. He reached down to pick up what was left of his clothes and began heading back toward his house, picturing if he could pull off an eyepatch. Under the now-setting sun, Dean grinned at his choices that morning. He was right. It was definitely a good day for a walk.