The Fairy Book

May rolled out of bed at noon. No job to worry about, so it didn't really matter if she slept in. She was only 23, but she'd never have to worry about money again- got herself a nice job right out school, immediately started adding to a 401k, and when crypto got big she had lucked out and struck gold. Cashed the money out early and was essentially set for life. Got herself a nice place in the Colorado mountains, way too big for just her, nice big yard, and just... stopped existing, as far as the world was concerned.

She stumbled into the bathroom, still groggy. The light danced from the windows shone on her pale thighs. Fill a glass of water, take a couple pills- one bitter, one sweet. Brush teeth. Hop in shower. Jack off.

It was all just ritual at this point. She had never considered herself a very erotic creature, and barely paid a thought to coaxing her dick out of it's sleep in her hand. Her left one idly squeezed a boob. It was more just to have something to do with it- she had barely a handful and only even played with them to keep the extra limb from feeling awkward. Her dick slowly hardened up, rising to it's full six inches, and she only lasted about two minutes, leaning against the wall of the shower, before a stream of thin, sticky and clear cum leaked out of her cock and over her hand. Just ritual.

She rinsed off the mess, conditioned her hair, and dried off. Pulled on some old gray sweatpants and a black metal t-shirt. She didn't have anyone to impress.

***

She had just made her morning coffee and walked out to get the mail. The road and mailbox were a fair ways away from her front porch- she had a decent amount of land. The nice thing about the altitude was that it rarely got too hot, at least, and the sunlight brought a beauty out of the stone and treeline. She liked the early morning better, but rarely got up for that.

No mail, save for a thick, brown envelope. No return address, but it was definitely addressed to her. The only distinguishing marking was a seven-pointed star on the label. She hurried it inside with a rare excitement- she didn't often get unexpected packages.

May set her coffee on the kitchen table and tore into it, shook the contents out- a book. Old, from the looks of it, bound in brown cloth with the same seven-pointed star on the cover, filled in with silver. It creaked when she opened it.

It wasn't written in English, or in any other language she could recognize. At some points, it seemed to change to a different alphabet altogether. The pages were yellowed and had that wonderful old-book smell that always paired well with coffee. She was intrigued, especially by the pictures.

There were humans and inhuman things in the pages, dragons and little pixies, birdlike humanoids, ugly little goblins. The drawings were rough, somewhere between medieval and cutely blobbish. Some of the work was clearly erotic, depicting men and women, women and women, even a few hermaphrodites (she was doubtful the book was printed when the word "transgender" meant anything). A few pages had diagrams of circles, of altars, of horned figures and wolf-men. May's wishful thinking was getting the better of her- this felt like a spellbook.

She ran her finger along the pages, looking for a single familiar word among the hand-written letters. She came up blank, and pulled out her phone. Typed some of the gibberish in. "Anam ek karu", or "aseleth di lotta", "borzu dumn". Occasionally she'd get something from Lord of the Rings, but that just felt coincidental. She had nothing. Searching things like "erotic fairy occult" or "medieval fairy book" only brought up weird porn or fringe blogs about rituals. She wasn't finding any leads.

She flipped through the pages to find anything that stood out. A pair of pages caught her eye. Two figures, opposite each other on separate pages- on one, a male figure, penis erect, kneeling with his arms lifted to the sky. He had long hair and his fingers and toes seemed to be clawed. The other page had a woman on it- naked, her body covered in swirling tattoos and very curvy. Her fingers disappeared into her crotch, but her face was peaceful. Underneath the pictures, bold headers were centered above a small block of the strange text- Niru and Qara. Their names, perhaps?

***

May pulled up to the library, the book in her passenger seat. It was a long shot, but she was fascinated and to know more. She brought the book in and to the front desk.

There was a latina working the counter, young by the looks of it. She had bangs, and May could smell her perfume, like peaches. She tried not to stare at the girl, who smiled up at her, nearly a head shorter than May.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked.

May dropped the book on the counter, trying not to stare. God, she was pretty, and she smelled so nice. Maybe May was letting herself get too pent up? She hadn't been with anyone in a long while, but maybe it was time to give Tindr a shot.

"Uh, yeah," she stammered, pushing the book towards the girl, "this was sent to me but I have no idea what it is. I was wondering if there was any kind of resource you might have that might help me find out?"

The librarian opened up the book and huffed.

"Looks like no title page, so not really much information to work with. I don't know what language this is, either."

She started to flip through the pages and May panicked internally.

"Oh, uh," she started, "there's some kind of adult content in there, pretty weird stuff a lot of it."

The girl nodded.

"I can see that. Not the kind of thing you'd usually find in a public library. I can't help you much, but you can look around and see if you find any books that might talk about similar subjects. I think it's a lost cause, though. If you need help with anything, just call for Cameron. I'll be right over."

"Thank you so much," May muttered, "I'll have a look."

She started with folklore, looking into fairies. She couldn't find any pictures like the ones in her book, and there wasn't a celtic language that looked quite like what she was reading. The library had almost nothing on occultism, but she found a few books on werewolves that had drawings almost like the ones in her book, but usually in a very different style. Magical circles and altars tended to look the same, but May assumed those didn't have a lot of variation.

Cameron occasionally came by to check on her, at one point dropping off a cold diet coke. May thanked her and started looking through dense linguistic textbooks, looking for recognizable words or symbols. She recognized some Celtic ogham letters, made up of lines and written vertically, but that was where the leads ended, and only a few parts of the book were written in it. One page even had something that looked like Egyptian hieroglyphics!

This was giving May a headache. She laid her head down on the table for a moment, and all too soon Cameron tapped her on the shoulder.

"We'll be closing soon," she said, "let me help you put your books up."

The two of them wandered the aisles, putting books back in their appropriate place. May didn't remember much of the Dewey Decimal System, but she remembered where she got most of her stack of books from.

"You know," said Cameron, "this isn't the only weird book we've had come through here. Strange things seem to turn up in this town. I swear it's haunted."

"Maybe," May said, "or maybe there were just some rich weirdos living here a century ago who put all kinds of weird shit into circulation."

Cameron chuckled, "Maybe!"

She stood on her tiptoes and leaned over May's shoulder to put a book on the shelf. Her huge boobs just ever so barely brushed May's back, and trouble started. Just a little touch from a pretty girl was enough to make her cock twitch into life, and she could feel a rare crisis boner emerging. May slammed the last of her books onto a random shelf, said her goodbyes, and grabbed her mysterious book as she rushed to her car.

***

It was 3 in the morning. May lay naked in her bed, dick hard and throbbing, but she didn't want to rub one out tonight. She'd feel awkward jacking off to a stranger. She thought to herself, "I'm really not a sexual creature," and she tossed and turned until she finally drifted off into sleep.