The Wanton's Draught
Fay has been chosen by the faerie queen to bear a child. There's one catch - Fay can only conceive by coupling with human men. A magical potion drives Fay almost mad with desire for her first partner, a handsome dentist who enjoys having his very own nymphomaniac.
Warning: This approximately 5000 word adult fairy story contains fingering, oral sex, and a steamy sex scene in a dentist's office. More
Fay sighed and looked at an article on choosing furniture for a living room. The facing page was an article for insurance, and showed a fireman helping a child down a ladder. She stared at the fireman and felt a tingle run down her spine. Just then, the receptionist called her:
“Fay? Fay Daanan?”
Fay stood, and followed the receptionist down the hall. The sensation created as she walked was very distracting. She could feel the folds of her underwear rubbing against her. Normally Fay didn’t bother with underwear, but Puck had said human men liked it.
“We’ll start with some x-rays,” the technician said. Puck had warned her about this, and her bone structure was nothing unusual anyway. Nothing to raise eyebrows. She settled compliantly back into the chair, and the tech spread a lead apron over her. Fay drew in her breath at the pressure. It felt a little like having a man on top her. The tech placed a guard in her mouth.
The tech took a few more x-rays, and Fay lay still. A strange warmth was spreading through her. The tech lifted the lead apron off her and Fay rubbed her arms. Her skin felt strange and tingly. The Draught must be taking effect. Just in time too - the tech said,
“We’re all done, dear, he’ll be in shortly,” and left. Fay heard her say, “That’s the last one Dr. Gantwell, I’ll see you next week.” A man’s voice responded, a low rumble, and Fay slammed her hips into the dentist’s chair at the sound of it. Whoo. Ok. The hard part now wasn’t going to be suffering through him touching her, it was waiting for him to start. She heard him in the next room, introducing himself to a patient, Mrs. Padmore. Why couldn’t he hurry up? Fay folded her hands in front of her to stop herself from inching her skirt up her thighs. She was most likely to conceive if she orgasmed with him inside her. She had to save herself for him. This Dr. Gantwell. She thought back to the picture she’d seen in the car, and pictured his hair mussed, liked he’d just had sex. Mmmm.
She heard him chuckle and say, “Ok, goodbye Mrs. Padmore,” in the next room. The sound made her tremble. Fay heard footsteps outside and then he was sitting down on a wheeled stool next to her. He had broad shoulders and the sleeves of his white coat were pushed back so she could see his arms. He was looking at her curiously, and extended a hand, saying,
“Hello, I’m Dr. Gantwell.”
Fay sat up in the dentist chair so she could reach his hand and said,
“Hi,” breathily, "I'm Fay." Now that he was in the room, she was even more turned on. He turned away and pulled up images on a screen.
“So, these are your x-rays.” He tilted his head to the side. “They look perfect, actually.” He turned back to her, and she smiled eagerly back up at him.
“Let’s check out your teeth. Your . . . friend said you’d had them examined and wanted a - second opinion?” He pulled on a pair of latex gloves. She nodded, and he said, “Lean back,” softly and guided her back against the chair with a hand behind her shoulder. Fay closed her eyes. He traced his fingers along her lips.
“Open your mouth.” She did, and he tilted her head to the right, and inserted a little mirror.
“Looks good. To the left -,” he tugged on her lip, and she moved her head the other way.
Fay could barely hold still, and felt wetness spreading on her panties. She rubbed her legs together. She wanted to suck on the fingers in her mouth so badly. “Everything looks good,” he said in a husky voice, and she moaned, unable to take it any more. She licked at his latex covered fingers . . .
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