A mischevious Fairy!

The four paladins moved deeper and deeper into the forest. It was quiet there, but not eerily so, the sound of birdcall and animals moving about was almost a comfort. Mira had started to hope that they may even pass through without incident, when the Fairy appeared.

It was Paulus that spied her first. He pointed to something high up in the canopy. At first Mira thought it to be a small glowing bug or firefly, but she was proved wrong. The creature flittered towards them on tiny, gossamer wings. When it saw them it tittered sweetly.

‘What is this?’ it asked, ‘That you four should come, so clad in metal? Remove it. Take it away! The stink of iron is unbearable to us!’

‘Nay!’ Called out Silas boldly. ‘We shall not remove it.’

‘You refuse the request of a Fairy Lady?’ asked the creature, indignantly.

‘Aye, we do!’

‘So be it,’ it sniffed, tiny eyes narrowing, moving to hover above the ground. ‘You shall be punished for your disobedience!’

With this it zipped high into the air. The group moved to unsheathe their blades, but the creature zipped and zagged about almost faster than they could see, let alone relax. Upon one pass, close by them, it flung out a tiny arm and, from it, sparkling dust fell. As it touched them they gasps and sneezed, staggering in their saddles.

The fey laughed and landed high up in another tree. Mira, wiping her eyes free of the sparkly dust, coughed and then raised her fist at the fey, shaking it.

Behind her she heard someone moan. She turned around, suddenly fearful. Had one of her colleagues been hurt, poisoned?

What she saw made her eyes widen. The other three knights were slumping in their saddles, their hands busying over themselves, their face flushed, removing their amour. At first Mira thought perhaps the dust had made them simply acquiesce to the fey’s demands, but then she saw the large bulges now present in their pants and watched, with shocked horror, as Sir Paulus reached into his own breaches and begin to frantically fondle his own cock.

She looked back to the fey in horror. ‘What have you done?’ She demanded.

‘An amours spell,’ singsonged the fey, ‘A love charm. A lusty enchantment. These men will be overridden by their passions, until they can sate them. And sate them they will, any way they can. But do not worry, it does not work on women!’

‘What can I do?’ Asked Mira, half to herself, wondering how she could stop this vile magic.

‘Open your legs to them, I suggest.’ Giggled the fairy, ‘Give me a show. I may even remove it. Of course, which one… that’s up to you. Maybe you could have all at once?’ Another disturbing titter. Mira shuddered and looked back to the three men, who’s lusty fever was ever increasing.