An Ultra Violent Fairy Tale by Pete Bertino - HTML preview

44 AN ULTRA VIOLENT FAIRY TALE

He had been pretty drunk but he remembered the sensation on his dick was like it had been caught in a tornado as her walls clenched him in a vise like grip that made him cry out in a moan that was one part pain and one part pleasure. Her eyes were a kaleidoscope of colors, his cock felt like it was forged in iron as her hips bucked and her wings fluttered. His manhood had throbbed and pulsated as she drenched him with her orgasm as he thought for sure he was going to have a heart attack and die in the throes of this torturous yet still somehow sublime erotic encounter.

“I thought I was gonna die, but I didn’t care I just wanted to come.”

Paradine didn’t quite understand. Then again his early twenties were far behind him and he was a career soldier, now. Still, he couldn’t imagine being horny enough to have sex with a fairy. He didn’t think much on it, the chubby woman sniffed loudly with glassy eyes at the story.

Paradine had been able to get troops, hand cannons and tasers which had been what kept the fairy down long enough to remove her wings. He thought they wouldn’t have to wait long for her to arrive, but it was taking a little longer than he liked. Rance had asked him how long should they wait after the first week and Paradine said that unless The Lady called them back they’d wait until hell froze over, and his subordinate did not argue with that logic.

Another weapon they had requisitioned from the basement of an ancient castle was a Wampus, a large hairless cat like animal with skin as tough and as dark as leather and a snout filled with needle sized, razor sharp teeth and thick knuckle sized claws protruding from its paws. It currently sat in a cage in the back room of Crow’s Nest agitated by everything within sight of its jade eyes that sat under a wrinkly brow that looked like it was made of rubber when it furrowed. It was a ferocious wild animal but it could follow a scent better than a Draugwolf.

Glitterbelle traveled on a great road straight for Neon City, she did not make herself stand out too much because she heard what Kickswitch had said. She was stubborn but not stupid as the wizard suggested, and felt over come with sadness when she thought of that woman and her little hamlet. It was deep like she was back in prison again, but she was free now. Wasn’t she?

For the first time since she broke out of prison she felt unsure. She stood on a great road called Sindarin, she could reach the speakeasy before the moon was full in a few hours. She recalled that glow from earlier, wishing she could know it, believing it to be a real kind of magic that normal people took for granted. What ever it was, Glitterbelle thought it was the most beautiful thing her preternatural eyes had ever gazed upon.

Why didn’t she just turn around, she wondered all of sudden. She remembered Luke very clearly, hardly the kind of man one would call a prince. She could sense the sexual heat radiating off him like a fever and remembered how taught his muscles became whenever she so much as breathed in his 45 AN ULTRA VIOLENT FAIRY TALE

direction. His pheromones had been as thick as dust and she had breathed it in like tobacco smoke and felt a buzz when she had exhaled.

He bought the most expensive bottle of wine and offered her Ecstasy, and then told her he’d drink her come like it was wine from the glass he held if given a chance. He’d been too drunk to realize what he’d done (if you offered your body to a fairy you belonged to her and only her, until one of you were dead) but Glitterbelle had been deep under the effects of the blue star shaped pill and felt an electric storm brewing between her legs so she took him. Wasn’t there a glow when they both came at the same time?

No, there hadn’t been. She felt a void as deep as a well and just as dark grow inside of her, a well of depression because the glow was never there. She closed her eyes and saw herself fill that well with gas and lit a match and let the fire build until it was a filled with a different type of glow. When she opened her eyes again they were red orange and simmering, her depression was enveloped by the flames of her rage. She smiled and continued towards Neon City.

Before she entered the main city she detoured onto a small road that was hardly used in search of a cave. After an hour of walking she found a small alcove behind a stunted bush, it was almost to small to get into but the fairy was able to get on her hands and knees and wiggle her way inside. Her nocturnal eyes were helpful but her nose led her to what she needed, a Torgo Mushroom. It had a short hairy looking brown looking stem and a cap with a red tinge on the edges, she took a handful with an excited titter. She crushed them in her hands until they were just a chunky pile of dust, she then spit into her hand and began to mix it together until it was just a thin clear film on her hands.

The potion could be used to make someone her slave though only for a short time but it would dry and flake off her hands so she hurried back on the road to Neon City and saw a man walking towards her, so she hid in the bush waiting for him to pass. He was not a soldier but a tourist of some kind wearing a white t-shirt that said I heart NC. She came from behind as he passed under a street light and ran her hand across his mouth, he made a slight gasp in surprise as his shoulders went up.

After a second though he sighed as if letting out a long fart and his shoulders sagged again. Glitterbelle stepped in front of the tourist and saw from his eyes he was deep under the potion.

“Have you seen any soldiers for The Order?” she asked quickly.

“Yes.” he said with a slight nod looking like he’d hit his head.

“How many?”