A story inspired by u/willowxo98
***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Willow. Willow was a sweet young woman with fair skin, long golden hair, and blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She worked in an inn serving drinks in the dining hall, cleaning the rooms, and servicing the lonely travelers who had some coins to spare.
She didn’t hate her life. She was paid decently and treated fairly, at least most of the time. But she couldn’t help but feel as if she were missing out on life. All the nights spent with different men and women, even though many were well-off and paid handsomely for her services, started to blend together. She had become slightly mechanical in her lovemaking, which still got the job done. But she wanted more for herself.
Late one night she was cleaning tables in the dining hall when she saw a young man, about her age, sitting alone at a corner table. His short brown hair was disheveled and his leather and wool traveling clothes had seen better days.
He had eaten every last crumb off the plate in front of him and, rather than order a pint of ale, was sipping from a leather canteen. He was intently studying a small leather book. Like his other few possessions, it was well-worn and looked ready to fall apart.
Willow felt both pity and curiosity as she examined him out of the corner of her eye. She decided to clean his table last so he could keep reading until it was time to close.
She cleared all of the other tables and looked around the small drinking hall. The young man was the last patron left. As much as she hated to do it, it was time to ask him to leave.
Willow walked over to stand in front of his small, round table. He didn’t look up from his book until she cleared her throat.
Finally shaken out of his deep concentration, he glanced up from his book and said, “Oh! Are you closing?”
She wasn’t sure how he didn’t pick up on that before, but not wanting to give him a hard time she simply said, “Yes, I’m afraid it’s time to make your way to your room.”
He closed the book and slid it into his leather knapsack. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“It’s okay,” she reassured him. “What were you reading? Must’ve been good. Your eyes were glued to it all night.”
It was then that the young man finally seemed to notice the beauty that stood before him. “Yes,” he confirmed. “And they should’ve been enjoying the finer things.”
Willow blushed as his eyes slowly ran over her, starting with her glittering blue eyes. Her delicate facial features made him think she probably had elven ancestry. Her light blue dress hid most of her body, but the top pushed up her perky white tits. The seam around her chest crossed just above her nipple, making her lovely cleavage impossible not to admire.
His gaze finally returned to hers and he stood up. “I’ll get out of your way,” he said as he picked up his things. “Thank you for letting me stay as long as you have.”
“It’s no problem,” Willow reassured him. “Can I escort you to your room?” He didn’t look like he was going to be able to tip her well, but you never knew. And besides, she was fast becoming attracted to his unrefined, but polite, demeanor. It was a nice change from all the would-be Romeos who came through.
“Thank you,” he replied, “but I don’t have a room here. I’ll just be heading out.” He slung his pack onto his back.
Willow frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want one?” she asked. “There aren’t any other inns for miles.”
He scratched the back of his head and explained, “Well…this is embarrassing, but…I can’t afford one of your rooms.”
The pity Willow felt for him grew as he admitted this. She didn’t know why, as she made it a point not to form any emotional ties with passers-through. But something was different about this one.
“Then, what will you do?” she asked, concerned for his safety. One didn’t want to be stuck outdoors at night, especially this close to the Wildwoods.
“I’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ve been traveling a long time already. Sleeping outside is second nature at this point.” His tired-but-determined smile made her pity him all the more. He would probably be fine. But Willow had a sense that she shouldn’t let him leave just yet.
“Well,” she proposed. “I have a room here. It’s not much, but it has a bed and a bath. If you help me carry the buckets from the fireplace, the water will even be hot.”
“That’s very generous of you,” he responded, “but I couldn’t intrude like that…”
“How about…” Willow said as she crossed her arms under her chest and ever so slightly pushed up, the tops of her areolae just barely peeking out from under her dress, “you tell me about your journey so far? In return for my hospitality.” She lowered her chest again. “I never get to go anywhere, so I always enjoy a little escapism through travelers’ stories.”
The young man grinned. “As long as you’re sure you don’t mind, I would be very grateful to stay with you tonight.”
Willow grinned back. “Then it’s a deal!” She said. “Let me clean this last table and you grab those buckets off the fire for the bath.”
He nodded and extended his hand. “I’m Cal.”
She put a hand in his and replied, “Willow.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Willow,” he said as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her hand. It wasn’t often that Willow was treated with such respect, especially in the inn. Her feminine parts responded with a faint tingle…
***
Willow closed up the dining hall and Cal followed her down one of the halls on the ground floor. She unlocked a door and they entered a small room, sparsely furnished with a bed, a chair, a bath, and a dresser with an oval mirror on top. Cal set the buckets of hot water next to the bath and laid his cloak and pack on the ground next to the chair.
When Cal looked up from his pack he saw Willow with her back toward him just as she was shrugging off her dress and letting it fall to the ground around her ankles. He froze and stared at her flawless skin, slender and toned legs, and the wonderfully plump bubble butt that stuck out at him.
Willow turned around just then and caught him staring. Of course, she couldn’t blame him, completely naked as she was and now showing him her perky tits, pink nipples, and pretty pink pussy. The latter had a day or two’s growth of yellow hair that reflected the candlelight and made her crotch look as if it were sparkling. Cal gulped as he tried and failed to pull his gaze from her delicious and nubile figure.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked playfully. “There’s room in the bath for two.”
Cal quickly pulled off his brown leather vest, boots, and pants, followed by his forest green shirt. When he was completely naked, Willow smirked and cocked an eyebrow at his cock, which pointed straight up at the ceiling.
Cal, embarrassed at his lack of self-control, put a hand in front of his erection and apologized sheepishly.
Willow giggled. “Don’t apologize,” she said. “I know how these things work. I’m flattered, actually. I didn’t even have to touch you.”
Cal relaxed, smiled, and let his hand fall from his groin. Willow examined him from where she stood. It wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever seen, but it was strong and hard. She licked her lips and decided she’d like to take it for a ride.
No need to be pushy, though, and he was still too dirty for such activities right now.
“C’mon,” she said as she tiptoed over to the bathtub. “These buckets aren’t going to pour themselves.”
Cal joined her. Each of them picked up an bucket and poured their contents into the bathtub. Steam rose as the water splashed and settled.
“You first,” Willow said as she gestured for Cal to climb in. He stepped in and sat down against one end of the bathtub. She followed him, stepping in between his legs and turning to face him. His eyes fixed on her blonde pussy as she sat between his feet, leaning against the end opposite him. She lifted her legs and rested them on top of his, her feet resting against his sides.
She retrieved a chunk of soap from a saucer on the ground next to the bath and handed it to him, smiling to herself as she admired the tip of his cock, which poked above the water like the head of a turtle.
Cal started to scrub himself down with the soap. Willow gave him a few moments to enjoy the water and the feeling of freshness. After a few minutes, she prompted him, asking, “So, where are you traveling to?”
Cal relaxed back against the side of the tub. “Where to begin? It’s a long story…”
“Good,” she replied. “Because you promised me a story for all this.” She raised her arms, gesturing to the room.
Cal told her how he had been a scout in the service of a minor landlord. His job had been to patrol the woods around the landlord’s estates to search for bandits, brigands, and spies. One day, Cal came across a small hut that he had never seen before. He let himself inside and found an old man wheezing in the bed where he lay dying.
The old man clutched a small leather book to his chest. Cal said he was going to go find a doctor, but the old man stopped him. Instead, he handed Cal the book and said in between labored breaths, “Take this…and follow it…to the Wildwoods…Find the portal…tell the Twilight Fairy…I wait for her…on the paths…of the dead…”
With that, the old man breathed his last. Cal spent the next few days combing through the book. The old man’s name was Zareth, and the book was a journal that told of his journeys in a place he called Fairy Fuckland. Cal, too intrigued to let this chance for adventure slip by him, resigned from the landlord’s scouts and started off, following the directions in the journal.
He had already been on the road for months when he reached Willow’s little village on the outskirts of the Wildwoods. He rarely slept inside, saving most of his few coins for provisions. And that was how he had ended up here, in Willow’s bathtub.
“So,” he concluded, “I don’t know exactly what’s supposed to happen when I make it to the Wildwoods.” He absentmindedly took one of Willow’s feet in his hands and massaged her sole and arch with his thumbs. “Zareth’s journal is pretty vague about how he gets into Fuckland.”
Willow closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the rim of the tub, enjoying the massage. His hands were strong, but also tender as they rubbed along the bottom of her foot. “You actually believe this old man’s stories?” she asked, somewhat incredulous.
Cal sighed, “I don’t really know anymore. But I have to see how this ends, anyway.”
Willow respected that. It still seemed crazy, but at least he was chasing something bigger than just the next meal or next lay. She was concerned for him, though.
“I don’t know how much you’ve heard about the Wildwoods,” she cautioned him. “But some creepy stories come out of them.”
Cal switched to her other foot and queried, “Have you ever been to them?”
“Just to the edge. There’s a path that runs alongside them. Most people stay away from it though.”
“Could you tell me where it is?”
Willow thought for a moment. As she did, Cal’s hands moved from her foot up to her calf, kneading her tight muscles as he went. Almost reflexively, Willow bent her other leg and, setting her heel on the floor of the tub, gently pressed the bottom of her foot against the underside of his shaft. She brushed and wiggled her toes against the head, making him twitch with delight.
“How about I show you in the morning?” Willow finally decided. “Then you can decide if it’s worth the risk.”
“I would be very grateful if you did that for me,” Cal responded. “Thank you.”
Willow opened her eyes, leaned forward, and looked intently into his eyes. “I need you to do one more thing for me.”
“Anything,” he promised.
Willow climbed up to her knees, then shimmied forward until she straddled his hips. She gripped the rim of the tub with one hand. With the other, she reached behind her to grab his erect cock.
She pushed his erection into the crack of her ass, grinding her asshole against it as she gyrated her hips. The suds from the soap made his cock slick as it effortlessly ran through her cheeks. Cal, accepting the invitation, fondled her perky tits and leaned forward to flick his tongue across her nipples.
Having made sure he was at full mast, Willow raised herself up and planted the head of his cock against her pussy. Then, with a long exhale, she relaxed and sank onto his cock.
Cal leaned back and ran his hands along her thighs and ass, taking in the sight of her bouncing tits as she slowly rose and fell. Her lips hugged his shaft tightly as she maneuvered her hips to grind his buried cock against her g-spot.
Cal took a nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it as her grinding sped up. His other thumb ran circles around her clit, which made her moan. She fought to keep quiet (the walls of the inn were thin) but her muffled squeaks only made him strum her clit faster. “Mm…mm!” She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and dug her fingernails into his skin as she felt her orgasm creep up on her.
Cal took his hand from her chest and ran his fingertips through the crack of her ass. With his middle finger, he traced tiny circles around the rim of her asshole. She drove down on his cock even harder, impaling herself as water splashed over the side of the tub.
Cal grunted and, just as his testicles tingled to warn him of his impending release, he snuck the tip of his middle finger into her tightly-clenched anys.
Willow, unable to stop herself, squealed as both holes convulsed around his cock and finger. Her fingernails made red scratch marks on his shoulders as she quivered and bucked, her juices mingling with his and oozing into the bathwater. She collapsed forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Nuzzling her nose into his neck, she held on tight as they rode thrilling wave after wave of satisfaction.
When it finally passed, neither of them moved. Her pussy gripped his softening cock tightly, reluctant to let him go. Willow decided that before she took Cal to the Wildwoods the next day, she would have to take him for one more ride.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sx4azn/fairy_fuckland_ch_001