Pure Imagination

Lessons Continue

Man and Faerie spent the next few days getting to know each other better. Twix delighted in having a new audience for his tales. His life had been long, not as long as Malcolm’s obviously, but long enough to have enabled him to store up more than enough stories to share with his eager student. He told of his youth and the japes and scrapes he and his friends had enjoyed or suffered, depending on the outcome. The description he gave of his first sexual rumblings with others of his clan had both of them laughing till their sides ached. Aaron sat transfixed as he listened to his friend tell of the love of his life and wept when Twix got to the part when he lost him. Twix confessed to someone else for the first time that this love and loss had impacted on the rest of his life. He had promised his lost love that he would never love another as he had loved him, and he never had.

‘He must have been very special to capture your heart Twix.’

‘He was, oh he most definitely was.’

‘Would you tell me more about him? I’d not be annoyed or upset if you preferred not to, I mean it’s private stuff isn’t it?’

One of Aaron’s traits that Twix found irresistibly endearing was the way the young man reverted to almost childlike innocence when faced with the emotions of others. He was still slightly embarrassed when he encountered suffering due to loss and Twix loved the way he tried so hard to say the right things.

‘I don’t mind telling you Aaron, I trust you and know that you won’t tell others.’ They were sharing a large hammock strung between two magic Acer trees that rocked them gently and fanned them with their boughs. Every so often one of the bigger butterflies, whose colour Aaron could never pin down, flew up with a drop of clear, sweet nectar for them to share. Aaron liked the way it filled his body with tingles of pleasure and heightened his senses, allowing him to briefly understand what the animals and insects around him were saying. The feeling was brief but hinted at things to come as his power and magic grew.

Feeling relaxed and dreamy, Twix told his story.

‘I was twenty, and just out of my time of Ragic when a delegation arrived in the village from Addleton. It’s a Pixie town several hundred miles from our village. Pixies and Faeries have a difficult history. Our races fought for centuries. It was only with the arrival of Humans that we realised we would have to work together to survive your greed and thoughtlessness. A treaty was drawn up over two thousand years ago and we have lived in relative peace since. Pixies are obsessed with the maintenance of their race’s purity and any sexual interaction with other species is forbidden. It is very rare for them to venture from their own lands. You will therefore understand that my father and the other village elders were over the moon when the delegation arrived. They had come to seek our aid in a dispute they were having with the Goblins about some land both communities claimed as theirs. Faeries are renowned for their diplomatic skills as you know, and they wanted us to arbitrate for them.

‘Anyway, back to the one I fell in love with. Toby was one of the minor figures in the group. He, along with five others, were the young muscle, there to lift and carry, cook and wash. You know, all the sort of things you’ve been doing for me.’ The two friends laughed together at Twix’s gentle joke. ‘He was the most remarkable creature I had ever seen. Pixies are taller and more muscular than Faeries, no where near as big as you obviously, but big enough compared to us, and they have the most handsome, attention grabbing faces. I was smitten the minute I laid eyes on him. I learned later that he reacted in the same way towards me so it was natural that as we spent time together we became closer and closer. I’ll never forget the first time he kissed me. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Oh Aaron, it was the most beautiful kiss………… the most…..’ His voice tailed off and Aaron watched as a lone tear ran down his cheek. Neither of them spoke allowing Twix to collect his thoughts and regain his calm centre.

‘We fell in love Aaron. It was wonderful. Of course we had to be very careful given the laws he lived under, but we were young and thought we could change the world. He was passionate, most Pixies are, and our love making was like nothing I had experienced before. He took me to heights I didn’t know existed. A single touch of his fingers on my arm could make me orgasm,’ he chuckled, ‘when I think how many times a day I had to change my pants……… it’s embarrassing.’ Aaron noted the smile of joy that briefly filled his friend’s face. ‘Of course our happiness was short lived. One of my so called friends, a jealous little shit whose name I refuse to utter to this day, informed on us. They caught us making love in the forest. If it hadn’t been so tragic it would have been funny. There I am laying on a fallen tree trunk, naked as the day I was born, legs held high and wide, as Toby, equally naked pumps his perfect pixie prick in and out of my very, very welcoming bum. He was playing me like I was a fine instrument and it was my cries and moans that guided our enemies to us. Pixies are not as promiscuous or relaxed about sex as we are so finding us rutting like we were caused apoplexy in several of them, I remember the two oldest had to be hospitalised due to shock. I haven’t seen him since that day, and I can honestly say there isn’t a day goes by I don’t think of him.’

They spoke of the hopes and dreams they had, of their fears for the future battles to come. Twix was pleased to hear an excitement in Aaron’s voice when the subject of his fellow Guardian came up. Twix told him all he knew of the Murnchnik, which wasn’t a great deal more than he had already conveyed. The most important titbit he imparted, merely in passing really, was that the Murnchnik had taken human form to enable him to move easily across the globe without being noticed and that the Conclave of Elders now believed his power to be at least as great as Malcolm’s. It was thought he would strike soon.

Towards the end of the week, Aaron came across Twix chatting to an image of the old magician, he couldn’t hear what was being said so decided to amble over, coughing politely to alert them to his presence.

‘Aaron my boy,’ Malcolm’s smile was happy and welcoming. ‘We were just talking about you.’

‘All good I hope?’ He smiled back at his friend and mentor, glad to see their last meeting was not impeding their relationship.

‘Of course, of course. Twix tells me you are doing well.’ His gaze softened. ‘I’m happy that you are comfortable with who you are Aaron, if I’m honest, I’m relieved.’

‘I understand Malc. No worries.’ He knew the mage hated his name being shortened and waited for the expected rebuke. Just as Malcolm was about to berate him he jumped in the air laughing. ‘Haha. Got ya! Got ya!’

His cheek and effrontery reduced first Twix then Malcolm to fits of laughter. ‘I love it when he gets one over on you ‘Malc’, your face is a picture.’ Twix had to sit on the ground he was laughing so much at his old friend’s shocked face.

‘Actually young man I am visiting you today for a specific reason. I would like you to go to the Fairy pond and look into it. You will see something that was on your human goggle box, television thingy last night. I think it will interest you.’ Aaron hesitated. ‘Go on, go on.’

Aaron hadn’t been near the Fairy pond since the day of their arrival, Twix having said they would use it when ready. As he approached the pond, he began to feel the difference in the atmosphere the closer he got. The air was thicker, heavier, sweeter. The light was brighter, clearer, bluer. He stood at the edge of the crystal clear pool noting that nothing moved on it or in it. As he watched a dark blue cloud of what looked like ink rose lazily to the surface, images began to form, sounds began to emerge. He saw a stage, a big stage. There was a microphone stand front and centre. Goose bumps ran down his spine then over his entire body as a golden angel emerged to stand by the microphone. He sank to his knees in shock when the man’s golden voice reached out to him, engulfing him in it’s glorious sound. Tears of joy and longing pricked his eyes. His body ached to touch the magical, glorious man who he knew in an instant was his partner in life. His heart beat loud and fast, his hands shook as he reached out. He fell forward towards the beautiful image, saved from crashing into the pool by the firm strong arms of his Faerie saviour.

Hours later he woke in the cottage. His head rested on Twix’s chest, their arms and legs entwined like the ivy on the trees. He felt safe and calm, even as he remembered what had happened, what he had seen and felt. The golden angel with the beautiful voice was his, no one else’s. He wondered when they would meet. Nothing was said by him or to him about the image revealed in the pond but the memory of it filled him with warmth and longing.

His week with Twix passed quickly and he learned a great deal about himself. He had always known he was attracted to other boys, now he understood why. The Faerie didn’t use labels such as ‘Straight’ or ‘Gay’ or ‘Lesbian’ or any other term humans had invented or appropriated to allow them to pigeon-hole people. To the Faerie you were what you were. Sex was no big deal to them. They took their pleasure wherever they found it. Some males preferred sex with females but were more than happy to bed another male, others preferred the physicality of male sex to female couplings, many weren’t too bothered where the sex came from just as long as it came. Few Faerie understood mankind’s need to formalise how one’s emotions worked. If you found someone attractive, so be it. Sex was sex. Fun was fun. And they certainly didn’t allow ‘love’ to get in the way of a good time.

The morning Twix told him their time alone was over he had been a little confused.

‘But we haven’t actually done much Twix.’ The Faerie threw him a questioning look. ‘We haven’t had sex, as in you inside me or vice versa. I mean don’t get me wrong, the blow-jobs you’ve given me were great, but I haven’t even done that to you. How can we be finished?’ Sexual frustration oozed from every pore in his body.

‘I understand my friend. Please don’t worry. Pip and Fox will be joining us this afternoon. They are also here to teach you, remember?’ Aaron relaxed and nodded. ‘Pip will teach you as much as he knows about physically pleasing your partner during intercourse, about how to prepare so no one is hurt, and how to ensure your partner gets as much, if not more pleasure from your coupling as you do. Believe me, he will show you much more than I could, fucking is his speciality.’ He noticed a slight blush cover Aaron’s body. ‘And there is no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed because you want to experience all we have talked about. Your urges are quite natural.’

‘Thank you.’ Aaron smiled shyly, but without shame. ‘What about Fox? What will I learn from him?’

‘Ah, well now. Fox is the champion of and expert in the art of romance and foreplay. He will teach you how to extend an orgasm be it yours or your partners. You will learn how to seduce someone, even if you don’t like them. He will show you how to completely subjugate someone to your sexual will by the use of language, touch and power – and I’m not talking about magical power. He will show you how to stimulate yourself for both your pleasure and others who may be watching. You will learn how to flirt and entice. Between them, Pip and Fox will help you become the best lover you can be for the one you love and how to use your sex as a weapon in your fight against evil.’

‘What about Jet? Where does he come in to all this?’

Twix gave Aaron his best smile, ‘He is your examiner, and he has never given any student a higher grade than A- minus. Even I only got a B-plus, and I am the most experienced fuck-buddy in the village.’

‘Who got the A-minus?’

‘A Werewolf can you believe? He said it was because for the one and only time in his life as an examiner he was exhausted, could hardly walk and didn’t touch his cock again for almost a fortnight after his session with that particular creature. Ask him about it, and watch his eyes light up and his cock drip like a tap needing a new washer.’ Looking deeply into the young human’s eyes he could still see some sadness, or was it disappointment. It didn’t take him long to work out why. He put his hands on the magnificent god’s hips and stood on tiptoe to kiss the end of his nose. ‘Fear not my young stallion. You and I will couple before we leave this island, and I promise it will be an event you will never forget.’ He ran his fingers down the sculptured chest, over the ribbed abs and into the tidy bush at the base of the thickening cock. With his other hand he reached up behind Aaron’s head and pulled his face down to his. Their lips barely touched, ‘I intend to make your toes curl young Aaron.’ He pressed his mouth more firmly against the human’s hungry lips. He gently bit into the Guardian’s full bottom lip, causing the young lion to growl deep in his chest. Aaron felt the kiss travel to every cell of his body. His hair stood on end as tingles of pleasure travelled up and down his spine. He felt the breeze brush over his erect nipples, never having realised how sensitive they were, the charge it gave him shot straight to his rock hard cock making it flex and jump. Twix forced his tongue into Aaron’s mouth, running it behind his teeth and duelling with his own impatient muscle. They lapped and licked at each other, forcing more and more precum up and out of Aaron’s thumpingly hard dick. Twix pushed into the human’s mouth as far as he could reach, at the same time he ran a finger tip from Aaron’s balls to the tip of his cock. The sensation was all it needed for the bulging balls to gather their seed and send it flying up the burning column. Jet after sweet jet flew from Aaron’s pulsing, beating, dancing cock, coating Twix in his magical juice. The first rope hit the Faerie on the face and neck, the next covered his chest, the next his stomach the next his own aching penis. The magic cum was too much for Twix to ignore and he relaxed, allowing his climax to burst forth with an intensity and volume to rival that of his human lover. His Faerie juice flew high in the air, landing on face, chest, arms and cock. With not a moments hesitation, Aaron licked up every drop he could reach, using his fingers to gather the precious liquid from areas his tongue couldn’t get to. He watched as Twix mirrored his actions, collecting as much of his human seed as he could. They kissed once more, exchanging each other’s taste. A buzz of contentment filled the air as Twix led his young protégé to the waterfall where they tenderly washed each other. Nothing was said. Words were not necessary.

When Pip and Fox arrived that afternoon they found both teacher and pupil fast asleep in the hammock, contentedly wrapped around each other as the magic Acers gently rocked them.

Working Towards an A-plus

The next two weeks passed quickly. Pip and Fox discovered an eager and willing pupil in Aaron, who,  Fox playfully observed one afternoon whilst staring at the human’s impressive erection and in particular his large purple crown, always brought Teacher an apple! His lessons began the on his first night with the two sex experts. Twix had excused himself and rowed over to one of the other small islands to spend time with his old friend the Tree Hermit.

‘Some say he is as old as the Earth itself. It’s where my father sent me after the Pixies. He calls himself ‘Pine’ but I’m sure that’s not his real name. It’s probably something unpronounceable like Malcolm’s. He helped me a lot back then and we have been good friends since. I’d like you to meet him one day. I think you’ll get on well with each other.’

Aaron had been unsure what was expected of him once Twix had departed. The two teachers soon put him at his ease as they worked as a team cooking dinner and extending the bed so all three could sleep together. Much laughter was heard coming from the cottage. The activities gave both the Faeries and Aaron a chance to become familiar with the look of each other’s bodies.

Aaron was fascinated by the massive difference in the two Faerie folk. While Pip looked almost human with his taller stature and bigger, muscular frame, Fox was shorter and slight with just enough definition to be interestingly sexy. His bum was particularly inviting, making Aaron want to touch and explore it. Pip’s cock was a good size, probably the biggest he had seen on a Faerie the top half being thicker than it’s base. Both were completely hairless which served to highlight their masculinity rather than detract from it. Sex oozed from their every pore and the smell of it filled the air.

As far as the Faeries were concerned, Aaron fulfilled every fantasy they had ever had. At six foot two inches tall he towered over the both of them. His size wasn’t in any way intimidating however, as he moved with grace and was always thoughtful and polite. Fox couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on Aaron’s well developed chest, the pert nipples of which brought his not insubstantial cock to attention. Pip was aching to get hold of the big penis bobbing about in front of him and was looking forward to parting Aaron’s arse cheeks and showing him what could be done with what lay between.

 Pip and Fox exchanged many excited looks at the thought of getting their hands on the human god and took every opportunity to brush against him. By the time dinner was over Aaron had been touched so many times he was becoming aroused. The sight of his big cock clubbing up only served to encourage the two impatient Faeries into being more open in their desires to the point where Aaron stopped what he was doing, stood in the centre of the cottage with his hands on hips and his ten inch monster cock pointing skyward. He took a deep, steadying breath, and spoke with far more bravado than he actually felt.

‘Look guys, It’s pretty obvious we’re all as horny as fuck so why don’t we just do it before we all burst?’

Pip and Fox looked at each other in shock then at the magnificent specimen challenging them. Aaron found their sudden silence and stillness more than a little amusing and couldn’t help but smile and then laugh at their incredulous faces. Fox, being the more forward of the two spoke first.

‘Well I do think we should dry the dishes first.’

‘Fuck the dishes I want some of that cock.’ And before either Fox or Aaron could move, Pip was on his knees with his mouth wrapped firmly round the pulsing rod of human meat.

Taken somewhat by surprise Aaron inhaled a deep breath and decided to go with the flow. This was what he was here for after all. The sooner he started his lessons the better.

The first thing he noticed was that as good as Pip was at sucking his cock he couldn’t hold a candle to the sensations Twix elicited from his manhood. Having said that, it was still damn good to feel a warm wet mouth working his cock for all it was worth. He dropped his hands to Pip’s head, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t stop himself from groaning in pleasure as he felt the Faerie’s throat open to receive the mass of him. The smooth silkiness of Pip’s throat compared to his mouth and tongue was almost enough to send him over the edge. Sensing his approaching climax, Pip came away from the pulsing cock and smiled up at the handsome human. He saw a pleading look in the young man’s eyes. ‘Please,’ whispered Aaron. ‘Please.’

‘Uh uh, not yet youngster. I’m not ready for you yet.’ Pip stood, put his hands on Aaron’s hips and pulled him into a kiss. Aaron felt his whole body respond to the assault on his mouth. Firm, insistent lips forced him to open his mouth to allow the dominant tongue of his new fuck buddy entrance. Pip’s searching tongue was everywhere inside his mouth all at once, or so it seemed. His own couldn’t keep up with the licking, lashing, prodding and exploring his mouth received. A strong hand moved to the back of his head taking hold of a handful of his thick hair. His head was pulled aggressively to the side to allow Pip’s mouth unimpeded access to his thickly corded neck. Lips moved over the sensitive skin until they found his weak spot, the small area that when kissed and licked sent his knees weak. He groaned into the kiss then screamed in passion as teeth sank into his neck, marking his flawless skin. Pip chewed and sucked until Aaron could take no more and forced his mouth from him. Pip smiled at his handywork.

‘You’re mine for now boy. Until that mark fades away, you do nothing without my permission. Got that?’ Aaron nodded nervously. ‘No need to be worried as long as you obey the rules.’

‘Wh ……. What are the rules?’ Aaron managed to stutter still recovering from the sensation of having his neck marked.

‘They are very simple. Firstly, no sex with Fox unless I say it’s okay. He can touch you as much as he likes, you can only reciprocate on my say so. Secondly, you do not cum unless given permission, including when Fox is teasing and playing with you, and when I am fucking you. You need to learn restraint and control. Thirdly, no masturbating unless I ask you to pleasure yourself for my amusement. That’s it really. Shouldn’t be too difficult to behave yourself should it?’

‘So, let me get this right, I can’t touch Fox, I can’t touch you and I can’t even touch myself unless you say so?’

‘You got it.’

‘And what if I do? Touch without permission?’

‘You will be punished.’ A cocky expression crossed Aaron’s face, a look that said, I’d like to see you fucking try. In an instant he was on his back and Pip was once more marking his neck, only this time he was furiously working his hand over the Guardian’s leaking cock. Aaron felt his passion building, his balls pulled themselves tight in anticipation of orgasm, his body began to tighten and strain, cum boiled in his balls then…..A tight, hard fist grabbed the end of his very hard cock and squeezed it till it hurt. He cried out in discomfort and frustration. Pip jumped up leaving his young student gasping for breath and desperate to cum. ‘Just like that.’ He turned away, ‘Now go have a cold shower under the waterfall. I’ll join you in ten minutes.’ Aaron stood and moved to the door, ‘And remember, NO touching.’

The two Faeries watched Aaron as he walked across the clearing. He looked dejected, walking with his shoulders slumped forward rather than with his usual swagger.

‘Wasn’t that a little harsh Pip? He’s only a kid after all’s said and done.’

‘Aye Fox, he’s only a kid, but our fate rests on the actions of that kid. Time for him to grow up.’ He turned his face towards his close friend, ‘Besides, I have my orders.’

‘I know Pip, but try not to make him hate you.’

‘I won’t I promise. I told Twix and Malcolm I would stop if I saw things becoming too much for him. Don’t worry old friend, I’ll take care of him.’ He looked back in time to see Aaron’s muscular bum disappearing round the side of the cottage. ‘Anyway, I have a feeling that young man will be teaching us a thing or two before the next few weeks are out.’

Pip waited for the promised ten minutes before collecting a small bag and a blanket and heading off to join Aaron at the waterfall. As he rounded the edge of the cottage Aaron came into sight. He was standing with his face to the rock, hands resting on it just above his head allowing the cool water to cascade across his broad shoulders and down his back. One leg slightly bent forwards, his deflated penis looking thick and heavy as it hung over his full ball sac. His eyes were closed and his breathing looked to be even and calm. Inside he was seething, the earlier frustration he had felt at not being allowed to climax had turned to anger.

He sensed Pip approaching before he saw him and decided to tell him how he had been made to feel. He had spent many hours with Malcolm learning how to control his anger after the incident that claimed so many lives in Hong Kong. He knew just how dangerous he could be if he let his anger get the better of him, and he wasn’t about to let a domineering pip squeak of a Faerie push him over the edge. He stood away from the rock face and drew himself up to his full height, shoulders wide, feet firmly planted in the earth beneath the water. Pip watched the power of the Earth fill the young god, saw the way the air around him moved unnaturally. The solid black eyes staring sightlessly at him caused him to pause. He knew, as all supernatural creatures did, that magic and the power that accompanied it had two faces. One was good, kind, protective and prepared to stand it’s corner against evil. The other was cruel, vindictive and all consuming. Any powerful being such as Aaron walked a fine line between the two. Pip could feel the anger pouring from the intimidating figure before him.

Oh dear, he thought. Fox may be right. Perhaps I did push him a bit too far.

He set the bag down and quietly, without any sudden movements spread the blanket on the ground. Opening the bag he removed a small bottle, uncorked it, poured some of the fragrant oil it contained onto his hands and rubbed them together. Kneeling on the blanket he looked up at Aaron and spoke to him as though nothing untoward was happening. Inside he was praying to Mother Earth that he could break through the hard shell the boy had covered himself with before he did either of them any damage.

‘Come and lay down Aaron, I’ll work away all the stress from your knotted muscles. Malcolm says I have the best hands for the job!’ He knew he couldn’t back down in front of his pupil but at the same time he needed to calm him. He knelt patiently, keeping his eyes on the blackness that was Aaron’s. He made sure that his own eyes conveyed trust without a hint of challenge. His stare was steady and true. He smiled with relief when he saw the blackness retreating and the air around the pissed off young man return to normal. Aaron shook his head, once more in control of his emotions and did as Pip had asked.

‘Front or back?’

‘Lay on your front first. Arms by your side.’ He reached into his little bag and produced a pillow. ‘Here, put this under your head.’ Another scrummage in the tiny bag produced another pillow, this one being harder and rounder that the previous one. Aaron smiled.

‘Faerie bags, don’t you just love ‘em? What else have you got in there?’

Pip laughed, ‘That’s for me to know and you to get used to later. Now, put this pillow under your hips above your cock, we don’t want to crush it do we?’

Aaron found he was very comfortable with the two pillows providing support just where it was needed. It helped that the blanket and pillows were full of Faerie magic to ensure anyone using them was always comfortable and relaxed.

Pip poured some of the fragrant oil onto Aaron’s lower back and shoulders. Aaron had expected the liquid to be cold coming straight from the glass bottle and was pleasantly surprised when it landed on his skin as warm as he was, causing not one moment’s discomfort. Pip began to work the soothing balm across the wide, muscular shoulders, using his first few passes to identify where the knots of stress had gathered, the more he rubbed and massaged the yielding flesh, the firmer he became. Feeling the stress and anxiety he had experienced earlier being drawn from his body Aaron found himself relaxing into the sensations that were replacing them. Wherever Pip worked his magic with his expert fingers, he was left feeling warm and strong. He could feel each of his muscles being stretched and pushed until the mild pain of release was replaced with soothing, sensuous tremors that he gradually realised were making their way to his thickening cock and gently pulsing anus. Groans of pleasure began to emerge unbidden from deep within his chest, sending accompanying vibrations throughout his body.

Pip was beginning to enjoy himself. Watching the sex within Aaron begin to waken was a thrill and a pleasure in itself. Feeling the emerging sexual power of the man communicate to him through his fingers was unlike anything he had felt before. He moved to the lower back, occasionally grazing his finger tips over the delicious mounds of muscle at its base. Each time he touched Aaron’s buttocks he felt the need in him growing. He smiled in satisfaction as the Guardian began to slowly open his legs involuntarily inviting access. The clever, knowledgeable Faerie transferred his attentions to Aaron’s beautifully developed arms and strong hands, stroking and kneading, coaxing the young man’s body towards a sensitivity previously unknown to it.

Aaron’s breathing was deep and even but had noticeably increased in speed and depth as Pip worked his way around him. Feather like touches danced across and down his back towards his expectant bum, skipping up and over it at the last minute as Pip moved himself between the now wide open legs so he could work upwards towards his ultimate goal from Aaron’s feet.

Aaron gasped in pleasure when Pip first took his right foot in his expert hands. Thrills and chills ran up his leg, swirled around his stomach, attacked his hardening nipples then finally coursed through his backside, making his anus twitch and prickle. Groans of desire began to echo round the clearing as the hands moved from one foot to the other, up to straining calves, onto the back of thick, muscular, sensitive thighs. Higher and higher up the now incredibly wide legs went the teasing, playful, controlling hands of Aaron’s expert teacher, until, like a bolt of electricity jolting him to his core, a single finger grazed across his super-sensitised rosette like anus. His body convulsed in extreme pleasure, his voice called out, begging for more. ‘Please Pip, please. I need more, please, give me more. Please.’ 

‘You want more? Like this perhaps?’ Pip scaped a finger nail over the pulsing bud.

Aaron screamed into his pillow. ‘Yes, yes. Like that.’

‘Or like this?’ Leaning forward Pip blew warm air onto the opening to Aaron’s inner heat. Aaron squirmed and pushed his bum into the air coming up onto his knees, more screams and shouts of desperate passion being swallowed by the pillow now firmly pressed between chewing teeth.

‘What about this?’ Pip flicked his firmly pointed tongue over the virgin hole, then proceeded to lick, nip, bite, suck and eventually fuck the bucking, writhing man under him with teeth, lips and that magically forceful Faerie tongue that prodded and poked until it broke through the tight sphincter in to the velvet interior of his sexual wreck of a student.

Pushing his tongue as far inside Aaron as he could, Pip lapped and swirled it around sending the young buck into orbit. At the same time he took hold of the youngster’s massive cock. Copious amounts of precum coated his hand allowing him to easily stroke the iron hard length of it. With the attention the mouth was giving his arse and the sensations the well-practiced hand was drawing from his cock, Aaron stood no chance. So intense was his release that he forgot to breathe. From finger tips and the farthest reaches of his toes, from the hair on his head to his racing, churning blood, Aaron felt his climax move through his straining body, gather itself at the base of his ridiculously hard manhood, collect his seed from his aching balls then charge up his shaft to explode with a dizzying, uncontrollable ferocity. His head seemed to spin as jet after jet of his magical, powerful seed splattered onto the blanket and pillow beneath him. Then just when he thought he was returning to Earth, Pip push a finger inside him that made him bellow in surprise and renewed exhilaration as his body produced another shattering orgasm that left him feeling empty and exhausted but at the same time, fulfilled and energised.

Pip spent several minutes retracing his earlier steps, finally finishing with the broad, powerful shoulders he had begun his lesson with. As he removed his hands for the last time this session, he looked into the peaceful, grateful eyes of the stunningly beautiful man laying sated and relaxed at his side. He lay down next to him, sharing his pillow and gently brushed his lips against those of his smiling pupil. ‘And that young man is what good boys get.’

For the next two weeks, Aaron spent almost all of his days and nights with one of the two Faeries. He was an eager and willing pupil once he had accepted exactly why Pip was so dominant with him. He had to admit that having to learn how to control his orgasms to when Pip allowed him to climax also showed him how to use his magical powers. He found that by suppressing his emotions he had much more control. He learned quickly how to harness the Earth’s power and discharge it with pin point accuracy. As a weapon, a killing machine, his progress was frightening. But he also began to experiment in other ways. One afternoon he was taking a rare walk without either of his companions when he came across a bird frantically dancing around emitting distressed chirps and rattles. Using his magic, he soon established that one of its young had fallen from the nest much too early in its life to survive. He focused on the youngster at the same time mentally joining with its parent to soothe its fears. Seconds later, parent and chick were back in the nest with he rest of the family. It was a kindness the whole Island noted and remembered.

At the end of their first week together, Pip had taken him to the other side of the Island, as far from the cottage as they could get. Both human and Faerie were naked. Aaron soon found himself becoming aroused as feather-like grasses brushed against his skin Unable to suppress the occasional sharp intake of breath when what felt like a million fingers caressed his balls and cock, he began to feel a little embarrassed at his reaction until he noticed that the grasses were having the same effect on Pip. By the time they reached their destination, a small beach with a hut big enough for one, both of them were feeling the need for release.

As always, Pip had brought his little magic bag with him and as soon as they got to the lakeside he produced the blanket and several cushions. He indicated that Aaron should sit down as he went on to pull savoury snacks, magically sweet cakes and a bottle of rare Faerie wine from the tiny bag. Aaron, chuckled, ‘I must get myself one of those.’

‘If you score well with Jet I’ll get you one,’ Pip promised. He passed the bottle over along with a corkscrew. ‘Sort that out for us.’

The food was delicious enhanced by the magic of the wine. By the time he had eaten his full, Aaron was laying back, arms behind his head, watching the few clouds that cruised across the deep blue sky, like sail boats on the ocean. Pip settled down next to him and began to lazily run his finger tips across his chest and stomach. His masterful touch soon had Aaron’s pulse racing and his cock at full mast. Refraining from taking the magnificent erection in his hand, Pip gently, and patiently concentrated on the Guardian’s thighs, easing them further and further apart until he had unhindered access to Aaron’s taint and arse. He paused to apply oil to his fingers then went to work relaxing his student’s virgin hole. He rubbed, pressed and teased the responsive bud until his long middle finger pushed smoothly inside. Aaron’s hips raised up from the ground and a groan of pleasure escaped his lips. ‘More Pip, more.’

The seductive Faerie didn’t need to be asked twice and soon three demanding fingers were stretching and pushing hard in to Aaron’s grasping hole. Precum had formed in a pool on the muscled stomach that bucked and strained. Pip gathered some on the fingers of his free hand and brought it to his protégé’s mouth. Aaron sucked the cum covered fingers clean, relishing the taste of his thick man juice. Pip removed both sets of fingers at the same time leaving the young god feeling suddenly empty. The feeling was short lived as he felt the hardness of his teacher pressing against his hot, yielding anal muscle. There was a short, sharp pain as the helmet pushed inside and his flesh closed around it. Aaron gasped. Fuck that hurts …..oh god, that hurts …… no, no, oh god …… oh yes, yes. Pip kept his hips perfectly still helping Aaron to get used to the stretch and initial discomfort. He watched his face closely, instantly recognising when the young human had got passed the ‘oh God that hurts stage’ and was entering the ‘oh God, fuck me’ stage. He smiled to himself. It was always the same. For over three centuries he had been introducing all types of magical creatures to the joys of male sex. Humans especially were so totally predictable. He had lost count of how many ‘straight’ human men he had fucked in his lifetime. Every single one of them had become a squirming, cock hungry bitch within minutes of his magic rod entering them. Aaron was no different. His legs opened as wide as he could get them allowing Pip to push every single inch of his big cock into him. He pushed slowly, carefully, until with a sigh his pubic bone was pressing firmly against Aaron, his heavy balls nestling at the base of his fuck buddy’s crack.

Aaron’s legs wrapped themselves around Pip’s waist and his big, strong arms pulled him onto his chest. He brought his mouth to the Faerie’s ear and whispered in a husky voice he hardly recognised as his own, ‘Fuck me Pip. Show me what to do. I want to learn. Please Pip. Please.’

Pip pulled back until just the head of his hard penis was inside the warm, silky channel, and then, without warning, he slammed all nine, thick inches deep into Aaron’s hot gut. Screams of pleasure and lust filled abandon could be heard across the island as the Faerie alternated between pounding the human’s hungry hole and taking long slow passes over his oh so tender prostate. All the while he was talking to his pupil, telling him what he was doing and how it would affect him, teaching him how to give his future lovers as much pleasure as he could, instilling in him the responsibility he had to ensure his partner got as much enjoyment out of their coupling as he did, especially when his cock was so big.

What surprised Aaron later was that despite his being totally lost in the sensations Pip’s cock was pouring into his body, he remembered everything his teacher had told him and what he had been doing each time a lesson was learnt. He was also amazed that he wasn’t as sore as he had expected to be after being thoroughly fucked by an expert for the best part of an hour. Pip explained that the reason’s were threefold; firstly, he wanted to be fucked and was mentally prepared to open himself to it, physically and emotionally; secondly, Pip was a master at his trade and considered himself a failure if his sexual partner suffered unnecessary pain and discomfort; thirdly, the oil he had used to lubricate Aaron’s anus with contained essences and magic designed to initially relax then enhance the experience, he promised he would provide him with a plentiful supply.

When he wasn’t being taught how to give physical pleasure by Pip, Aaron spent many hours listening to Fox describe how to show your partner love and affection. He learned that love was as much a cerebral thing as it was physical, and when the two were in perfect symmetry a union of glorious bliss was possible. Fox stressed that for the ultimate state to be achieved Aaron would have to be with the one he loved and who loved him, however, as he demonstrated, it was still possible to elevate the art of love-making to a higher plane when it was an act of understanding, compassion and a desire to please between two like minded creatures.  

The last lesson he had with Fox was an afternoon he would remember for the rest of his life. Pip had taken the row boat he and Fox had arrived in to go and get Jet, so that Aaron could face his final test. Before he left he took Aaron to one side.

‘I won’t be back until tomorrow morning so you have all evening to put what you have learned into practice.’ He gave Aaron’s hand a squeeze and chuckled as he went on, ‘and you have my permission to match every orgasm Fox has with one of your own. I expect to see a very exhausted Faerie and human when I return.’  Aaron had blushed as his penis reacted quickly and positively to his teacher’s instructions. Pip gave it a playful slap before jumping in the boat and rowing away across the peaceful lake.

Returning to the cottage, Aaron decided to put all he had learned into action. Telling Fox to make himself scarce until called, he set about cooking a special meal for his friend. He spent almost an hour foraging for the Faerie’s favourite mushrooms, vegetables, fruits and herbs enlisting the help of birds he had befriended to reach some of the more tender titbits from high in the tree canopy. He was forced to use a little magic to obtain a few ingredients but in the main, the island provided most of what was needed.

While things were roasting, stewing and baking, he tidied and cleaned the cottage, setting dozens of candles about the place ready to be lit at dusk. Making absolutely certain that all was under control he hurried to the waterfall to wash.

By the time the sun had set and all the candles had been lit, he was satisfied that all was ready, so using the telepathy Malcolm had taught him he sent a message to Fox asking him to please come to dinner.

Fox was wined, dined and romanced. The food was almost as good as Faerie cooking, and he was happy to make allowances due the effort Aaron had put in. The sound of relaxing human jazz could just be heard in the background. Through out the meal, Aaron flirted by doing simple things such as passing food from his lips to Fox’s, finishing with a gentle kiss, and running his hands across the Faerie’s arms and shoulders whenever he rose to fetch more food to the table. By the end of the meal, both of them were sporting erections and for the first time, Fox found himself wanting more than just teasing with the beautiful young man lavishing attention on him.

After dinner, Aaron suggested they go for a walk to help their meal settle. He held Fox’s hand as they wandered down to the beach and back asking him about his life and family, subjects they had not broached before. Fox relaxed in the young man’s company so when they got back to the cottage and he was led to the bed, where, before pushing him down onto it, Aaron took his face in his hands and seductively, sensuously licked his lips, his jaw, his neck before taking his mouth with his and exploring every inch of it with his forceful tongue. Fox was putty in his hands, his groans and moans telling Aaron he was doing everything right. Laying Fox down on the bed, Aaron spent many, many minutes exploring the small, perfectly formed body beneath him before lifting Fox’s legs onto his shoulders and applying some of Pip’s magic oil to his pulsing anus and his own very hard cock. He played with Fox’s love hole for a while, making sure he was relaxed and ready before he slowly and purposely pushed his cock inside him. The heat that surrounded him as he breached the tight ring of muscle took his breath away. He struggled to keep himself from cumming there and then, and forced himself to concentrate on the face of the panting Faerie beneath him. When he saw him relax and his eyes made contact with his again, he pushed all ten and a half inches of his steel hard penis into his depths and slowly, gently, began to make love to him. Fox felt as though his whole body was on the edge of exploding. The professional in him recognised and appreciated the skill his lover was using on him, the pure animal Faerie rose to meet the extreme pleasure he was experiencing and began to push back on the massiveness invading his gut, sucking it in as far as he could then using the muscles of his abdomen to squeeze and ripple up and down the long shaft. His hands found Aaron’s hard, erect nipples and he twisted and pulled at them in exquisite torture that sent pleasure filled pain straight to the tender head of the tool jackhammering his sensitive channel. Both knew their passion would not allow them to keep up this level of intense sex for long, and in the end, Aaron was pleased as punch that he managed to hold off his own orgasm until he saw Fox throw his arms out to the side, tip his head back and cry out in release as rope after rope spat from his quivering prick without a single finger having been laid on it. The convulsing of the tight arse sucking and pulling at his ready to explode cock pushed Aaron over the edge and he filled Fox’s core with all the magically powerful juice he could muster. Both man and Faerie had a moment when they were no longer in their own bodies but were looking down from above on the copulating couple below them, when they returned to themselves they took the energy of the air with them pushing their orgasms higher, making them longer. The power of their combined climax was felt both on the main island and by Twix on the Hermit’s tiny domain. All who felt it immediately erupted in their own unsolicited orgasm, filling the air for miles around with a powerful magic that did not go unnoticed.

Jonathan Harding was walking in his private gardens in the South of France when he sensed the release of power. Within the blink of an eye he had identified it’s source. At last, he had found that damned Faerie island where the magic of love and sex had been explored and taught for centuries. The fools had let their guards down in the euphoria of their sensational climax. A surge of Earth destroying energy sped from his hands towards the peaceful haven, only Aaron saw it coming, even in the midst of his own explosive release he had known what the result of his extreme coupling with Fox would bring. His spirit soared into the air surrounding the entire lake with a field of pure goodness. The energy bolt sent to destroy everything on and in the lake was simply absorbed by the dome of light before being sent back from whence it came but with twice the power it had arrived with. This time the Murnchnik was ready and with a wave of it’s hand it flicked the lightning bolt into space. Rage boiled within him and he was about to send an even greater, more powerful charge of energy against the lake’s community screaming in anger when a bright light appeared before him stifling any black magic he could deploy. He saw Aaron’s face in the light, saw the power within it, cowered from it. A voice forced its way into his head.

‘Our time will come Monster. Our time will come.’

The light vanished and a thick evil darkness filled the space it vacated, a powerful, slinking mass resulting from the failure of the Murnchnik to use the malevolence he had summoned to destroy the Faerie village. It surrounded the figure of Jonathan Harding before gathering itself in a ball of raw, destructive power that flew straight and true into the human figure’s open mouth. It filled it’s host with every atom of dark magic that formed it. At first afraid of the power that invaded it, the Murnchnik quickly realised the unwitting gift the arrogant young Guardian had made him as power unlike any he had had before filled every part of him. Never had so much evil and dark magic been invested in one being before. A near silent wail rose into the night sky, heard only by creatures that inhabited the shadows drawing fear and panic from them all.