I stared up at him. He had an impish gleam in his eyes. It couldn't be. The fae weren't real. He seemed to sense my doubt.

"If you don't believe, I have no problem proving myself again," he said with a shrug. His fingers traced the bustline of my corset. "Should I make you remove this next?"

I shook my head wildly. He laughed at the panic in my eyes. The fae were real?  He was one of them? And I had stupidly given him my name. I'd only heard stories about what the fae could do with your name, but I knew they could possess you. What was he going to do to me? Panic turned to fear, it seemed this wasn't as funny to him. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I know the stories," he said, "but they're only half true. I can't control you completely. It's more like tempting you."

"Tempting?" I repeated the word without thinking.

"Yes, tempting," he said, sliding his hand down my waist. I shivered a bit, he smiled. "I can't force you to do something, but I can convince you to do something you already wanted to. You humans are far more mischievous than any of us fae."

I could understand what he meant. How many times had I seen the children of the village acting mischievous? It didn't disappear as we grew, only became easier to hide and control. Even I had the occasional urge to relive my youth and throw rocks at the hay carts or splash in a large puddle every now and again.

This thought was interrupted as he lifted me up into his arms and began to carry me across the room. I could feel his strength, his muscles pressed against my dress. He was quite strong. His demeanor didn't change a bit as he walked me over to the bed.

He laid me on it gently before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. The bed was as soft as I dreamed it was, but I could barely think about that compared to his lips. As they moved down to my neck his hand slid back up my skirt.

My legs instinctively parted, as if welcoming him. I felt his breathy laugh against my neck. His fingers traced patterns on my thigh.

"Sweet Linota, have you ever lain with a man before?" He whispered, his tongue traced down my neck.

I felt frozen in place. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. Finally, I regained my senses enough to shake my head no. The blush I'd felt in my cheeks traveled through the rest of my body.

"I've never known a man's touch before this night," I almost whispered.

To tell him this was a mistake. Immediately his free hand began to tug at the laces of my corset. The other pressed between my legs, tearing at the thin fabric that guarded my virtue. I heard the garment ripping.

I gasped, but this only seemed to excite him further. He brought his mouth back to mine, but not as tenderly as the first time. This one was rough, needy, desperate. I tried to push him away, but my attempt was feeble.

It was all a show my better judgement needed me to put on. To pretend I was a virtuous maiden being taken against her will by a trickster fae. To act like I was helpless to his will, a victim of circumstance. It was a lie though.

I longed to hold him closer, to feel even more of his body against me, and to have him calm the ache growing between my legs. He knew it too. His tongue slid past my lips and played with my own. I felt as he traced the edges of my womanhood with his fingers, teasing but refusing to enter.

My hips began to rock gently, as if begging for them. His free hand finally loosened my corset enough to pull it down, revealing my breasts. He pulled back to stare at them, his fingers still teasing my entrance.

"Sweet Linota, do you know I only have to ask you now and you'll do whatever I want?" He asked, teasingly. I nodded shyly. "Good, but know that I won't."

He pulled away from me entirely, standing at the edge of the bed and looking down at me. He crossed his arms and gave me a sly grin. I was confused, I guess it was obvious.

"A promise isn't fulfilled by force," he said, shrugging. "I could have you. I could have myself buried inside you until morning. I could have you preforming the lewdest acts imaginable on my body. I could have anything I wanted from you. You've made it clear you couldn't resist my commands if you wanted to.

This is a bargain you have made though. It only seems right you are the one to follow through with it. So tell me, sweet Linota, will you fulfill your promise to me?"

My promise to fulfill, my end of the bargain. He gazed down at me expectantly. I sat up on the bed, looking down at my exposed breasts. I blushed at the sight of them. Not just from their exposure, but from the thrill I felt knowing he was watching me. He said it best himself. I couldn't resist him even if I wanted to.

My hands trembled as I loosened the remaining laces. I slid my dress past my waist, my hips, until it rested at my ankles. I looked up at him, he gazed at me hungrily. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs slightly. A smile spread across his face.

I saw his tunic being pulled over his head and heard the clinking of his belt. He laid on top of me, his hardness pressed into my thighs. A sharp breath of shock and excitement escaped my lips.

His tongue sought my neck. I felt his gentle sucking. Slowly he moved down my neck, my chest, until he reached my breasts. He cupped one gently in his hand.

"Full, round, and pale," he mused, "you would think I was holding the moon."

His thumb brushed across my nipple. He brought his head down, his teeth grazed against it. I let out a small gasp from the sudden sensation. His tongue began to circle it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently.

While his mouth worked on one breast his hand teased the other. I never knew I could feel such pleasure from my breasts alone. I felt his hardness throb against my thigh. My hips moved unconsciously, as if begging him to enter.

He let out a soft chuckle. The air of his breath chilled the wetness on my breast. I shuddered. His fingers traced the curve of my waist slowly, stopping at my hip.

"I can give you pleasure far greater than this," he said teasingly. "If you desire, that is."

I nodded vaguely. He laughed again and shook his head.

"No, sweet Linota. You have to ask for it," he said.

I shifted uncomfortably. Why did I have to ask such an embarrassing thing? I looked up, his eyes met mine. His fingers traced along my hip, getting closer and closer to my womanhood. The ache was almost unbearable.

"Foster," I called desperately. Despite telling me to ask him he seemed taken aback by the use of his name. "Please, I have never known pleasure like what you've shown me. Show me more."

His shock lasted only a second before a smile replaced it. He nodded before sliding down my body. He kissed a trail down my breasts, my stomach, before spreading my legs and disappearing between them.

A gasp of pleasure exited my lips as I felt his tongue against the sweet spot between my legs. On my own I'd only ever touched it lightly, and I shuddered each time at the sensation it brought. Now I felt as his tongue lapped at it and lips enveloped it. The pleasure was almost to much to bear.

I felt his finger again pressing at my entrance, but this time he didn't just tease. I felt as his finger slid inside me, filling me. Soon he slid in a second and began to move them in and out of my body, following the rocking of my hips.

I could no longer control the moans of passion that spilled from me. I thought they might never stop as his every touch only seemed to increase them. The heat inside me grew hotter and hotter burning me from the inside out. I felt as if I might faint from it. Just when I thought I could take no more a stronger sensation pushed its way through.

My moans turned to screams, my legs shook uncontrollably, and I drank in the sensation of pure pleasure as it coursed through my body. The moment was so sweet, but not nearly long enough. I felt I'd just begun to taste pleasure only to find the wave had already passed and my screams had dampened to heavy panting.

Foster lifted his head. His lips still shone faintly in the firelight with my juices. I glanced down, finally seeing his exposed manhood. I nearly gasped at the size. His fingers were one thing, but how could the full length of his member possibly fit inside me?

I was going to find out. His hands spread my legs wider, as wide as they would go. He directed his hardness at my entrance. I shuddered a bit as the tip brushed against my still sensitive sweet spot.

He pressed gently, barely going inside me, but the anticipation alone was enough to send another shiver through my body. Would it be pain? More pleasure? I didn't care at this point, I just knew I needed him to fill me.

He pressed against me again. I could feel as his hardness began to spread my lower lips. I moaned lightly, this only encouraged him. He thrust into me, burying more of his large member inside of me.

I'd heard the first time with a man would hurt. It was uncomfortable, but I wouldn't call it pain. It was more like my body adjusting to the unfamiliar object that now pressed its way deep inside. I felt his hips against my own. His hands grabbed my waist. He smiled down at me.

"Are you sure you're a virgin, sweet Linota?" He asked, grinding his hardness inside of me. I bit my lip from the sensation. "I've never seen a virgin take in a man so easily, at least, not with as much pleasure as you do. If it weren't for your tightness, I'd have thought you lied to me."

He pulled back a bit before thrusting into me again. I gasped. He grabbed tighter onto my waist, his nails bit into my skin. He started to thrust more rapidly. My breasts began to bounce with the rhythm of his strokes. Each time his body pressed against my sweet little spot.

I moaned, the fire was beginning to grow inside me again. His hardness thrust in and out of me, making sweet wet sounds with every movement. The sound mixed with that of our heavy breathing. He moved one hand up to tease my breast.

I thought I felt him swelling inside me, but I soon realised it was my body that was changing. His thrusts became more desperate and deep grunts left his mouth as my lower lips grew tighter around him. I could feel the sweet pleasure from before building up.

Suddenly, he pulled out from me. I whimpered a bit at the emptiness I now felt inside. He quickly turned me over and forced me onto my knees. He grabbed my hips and slammed his member back into me, filling me up with one stroke. The sensation was too much.

The blankets muffled my screams as I began to spasm again. This time was even better than the first. Now, I felt as my lower lips pulsed around his hardness, as if trying to draw him even further into me. He let out a growl, his hips slammed into mine more furiously. He reached up and grabbed my hair, tugging my head back.

I gasped at the sweet sensation, the pain and pleasure of it. His thrusts became faster, he buried himself as deep inside me as he could go. I heard a moan exit from him as I felt his hardness pulsing inside, filling me with his seed.

He thrust into me a few more times, making sure the very last drops stayed inside before he pulled out. He released my hair. He ran his hands along my waist again before turning me to lay me on my back again.

I was still panting desperately. He smiled at me before leaning in to kiss my lips. He laid himself next to me on the bed and took me in his arms. He played with a strand of my hair, twisting it between his fingers.

"How surprising," he said with a laugh. "I didn't think a human maiden would be such fun. I'm glad I decided to help you now. Usually we fae just leave humans to die in the woods."

I was still coming down from the pleasure of our love-making. I barely reacted to what he said, only nodding my head vaguely. He stroked my cheek.

"It's such a shame to give you back to them. I could make much better use of you as my pet than they could," he mused. "I really should keep you here."

Keep me here? Could he? It was true, I'd never before experienced anything like this, and I certainly wouldn't mind doing so again. Couldn't I stay? I was unmarried, uncourted. Who did I have to return to?

My father flashed into my head at that moment. I sat up with a gasp. Foster seemed shocked by my sudden movement.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I-I have to go back!" I shouted covering myself. "You promised! You have to take me back!"

His eyes grew wide. He rubbed my back gently, trying to calm me. Even I knew how sudden this outburst was, but I couldn't help it.

My poor father, probably worrying himself to death all night about my well-being. Meanwhile, I was moaning like a whore under the body of a fae. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of this.

"I have to get back to him," I almost sobbed.

Foster sat up and pulled me into his arms. He laid my head against his chest and stroked my hair.

"There, there. It was only a joke, a mean little joke of mine. Of course I'm taking you back," he said softly. "I made a deal with you. You kept your word, so I must keep mine. Despite what you humans think, we fae always honor our word. Okay?"

He was being so gentle to me. All I could do was nod. I had to trust he would keep his word, I had no other choice.

All at once sleep began to overcome me. The journey to the next town, my wandering in the forest, and now this. My body was beyond its limits. I felt Foster lay down, he kept me pressed against his chest as he did so. I felt his fingers toy with my hair again.

"He must be some man," he whispered, mostly to himself, "to have you so desperate to return to him. What else could bring a woman to tears like that?"

I heard him sigh. He rubbed his hand up and down my back. The soothing feeling quickly put me to sleep. I slept deeply and well. My sleep was dreamless. Which is why it was so strange when I heard a voice.

"Ms. Linota? Ms. Linota?" It called. "Hey, are you okay?"

My eyes slowly opened. A bright light blinded them. I covered them with my hands.

"Thank goodness, I was starting to wonder if you'd died," it said.

As my eyes adjusted I saw who was speaking. It was the village baker. He reached out a hand to help me up. I was still groggy from sleep but I allowed him to help me.

"Have you been here all night? Your father was so worried," he said.

"My father?" I said, slowly regaining consciousness. "The forest. I was lost."

"You were in the forbidden forest?!" He cried out.

I looked up, he seemed horrified. Where was I even? As I looked around I noticed I was back on the road. Not just that, I was fully dressed and clean. Even my produce was where it had been yesterday. I went over and picked it up. The baker was still staring at me in shock. Suddenly, he took off his apron and threw it around my shoulders.

"You poor little thing, you must be half-frozen from the night," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, really," I said, blushing a bit.

I almost felt guilty about his kindness. So people had been looking for me, my father was worried. I wished I could explain everything that happened. He put his large arm around my shoulder and started to lead me back to the village. As he did I snuck one last glance at the forest.

It seemed the fae did keep their promises. He had returned me back to the road safely. It all felt like a dream, but the slight soreness between my legs implied otherwise. Pain and pleasure, I blushed at the memory. Even more than embarrassment I felt nervous.

I had given a fae my name. Unwittingly so, but that didn't matter. I knew he had control of me now. More than that, I knew I was weak to his will. I almost feared what might happen if I ever saw him again, but at the same time I felt a small flutter in my chest thinking about it. An anticipation.

I glanced at the forest again. I thought I saw a shadow move in the trees, but maybe it was my imagination. As we reached the village I couldn't help but wonder, if I got lost again, would he help me a second time?