A Dream

Poor Jorindel tried his best to forget, drowning his sorrow under vice, and vice, and more vice, but the memory of his dear Jorinda was forever stuck in his head. As he fell asleep one night, not bothering to lay down straight on his bed, he had a vision of a chorus of women in golden cages, singing and dressed in all sorts of dresses, all observed by the old fairy marching down the aisle.

Then he saw her flying above the forest, ever vigilant, but then both saw a bright glim on a hill to investigate. As the old woman examined a purple flower, and there Jorindel witnessed not an ugly old lady, but a beautiful blonde with short locks. She seemed to reminisce as she stood near the flower, but in a few short seconds, she awoke and transformed back into an owl - returning to the choir, ever prudish, and witnessing poor Jorinda singing along.

Springing from his bed and standing upright, the depressed Jorindel gasped and laughed, not bothering to wear his former flamboyant suit, and simply ran into the gloomy woods in a Bastian in search of this hill. Roaming and searching while avoiding the thornbushes in the unbeaten path, he finally stood on the grassy hill, temporarily blinded by a glim of light.

Grabbing the flower by its stem, he quickly headed for the ancient castle that he and his Jorinda wandered into, arriving at sundown, he bashed down the wooden door that offered no resistance and climb the stone stairs. The choir of women grew louder and louder, and at the top of the spiraling staircase was another door, which was bashed open like the last one, disturbing the choir.

The old fairy marched as the choir watched, and as she brew a storm of curses at the young Jorindel as she waved her hand before being less utterly confused. Jorindel himself pulled out the purple flower, whose light blinded everyone but the two.

Suddenly it wasn't the old fairy that stood in front of Jorindel anymore, but rather of her younger years, her black cape and blouse loosening at the decrease of body mass.

"In those years long gone, this manor was the home of he who-was-to-be my husband who proposed to me with a purple flower like this, but on the night of our honeymoon I found him in bed, not with me, but a servant maid. And on that moment, I had the woman like my puritan self while my lover stone, and every other woman that night my unwitting pawn." She was given the flower and quickly removed her blouse from her shoulders, "Young man if you intend to rescue your lover so, free me of my chains, show me these things that I once wished to know."

And with a quick pull of Jorindel's trousers, the young man's cock slowly erect and pointed at the young fairy. Taking action, he took a step forward and fondled her formerly untouched breast, fingers running down to her crotch and teasing her slit.

Then for the first time in her life, the fairy felt what the tip of a cock felt as many celibate women watched, slowly growing aroused themselves. As she was laid down on the wooden floor, Jorindel had pierced through the virgin's resistant cunt and quickly managed to bury his dick inside after a few thrusts.

As the women watched, Jorinda joined, gripping onto the shoulders of her beloved as he continued to fuck the fairy, whose fingers twitched as her hands were grabbed. Noticing some distress, the lover of the hero spat on his cock, and had the lubricant dispersed by hand.

Soon enough one maiden flirted with another woman, and one by one did a great orgy commence as some suckled on the tits of the young fairy, or blew the young Jorindel and offered their own lubrication, all the while the lovely Jorinda offered to lie atop the fairy, as so they could share his cock.

Come sunrise and with empty balls, 701 formerly puritan women, a young fairy who was last seen decades ago, and a young half-naked man marched into town, much to the cheers of many lads whose fiances and girlfriends came back.

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