Yorkshire Dales
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - An ongoing account of the various interactions, some natural, some supernatural, some fantastical, all sexual, that occur in a small cottage in the West Riding Yorkshire Dales.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Incest Mother Son Daughter
As I drove along my little track to the cottage, I noticed the Shepherds Hut again. I stopped the car and got out and had yet another look. Most of the woodwork looked okay; it just needed painting. Inside it was dry; it would need new furnishings, and probably the little log burner would need servicing. The chassis looked mostly okay, there were a few bits that needed welding, and until we tried to move it, we wouldn’t know if the wheels were okay or not. I resolved to text Jacob and agree on when he could move it and where to.
I parked at the side of the cottage and went in, leaving the door open and opening windows in the front sitting room to create a through-draught to give the house a bit of an airing. I quickly popped upstairs with my small suitcase, put it on my bed and then opened a window in each of the bedrooms again to create a through-draught.
Back downstairs I carried in my provisions and put things away in the fridge or cupboard as appropriate. Then the kettle went on. It wasn’t too cold yet, but the evening was drawing in; I wanted to sit in the chair by the beck and drink a cup of Lapsang. I grabbed my favourite porcelain mug; it had ‘Crikey!’ emblazoned on the side, tea bag in, boiling water added, splash of milk, stir again and off outside.
I was wearing a mid-length blue corduroy dress, too cool for a summer dress today; my coat was folded across the chair by the kitchen table. I didn’t need that today, but soon I will. I was contemplating leaving it here; I didn’t really need that coat in the car. I sat, took a sip of my frankly still too-hot tea, and said.
“Good evening.”
There was nothing, no shimmering, no sounds of tinkling bells, nothing. I was a little disappointed to be honest and took another sip of my tea and simply watched the sky as it slowly turned grey and the clouds darkened as the light dropped. There was a brightness in front of me and then a shimmer; my eyes lit up and then he appeared, Osidus.
“Hello, Sid,” I greeted.
“Mm, yes, hello Meesha,” he said. Such a strange way of pronouncing my name; it was correct, just odd.
He hovered in front of me and then held out his hands. I put my tea down; I didn’t want to drop and break my favourite mug. I reached out, and there was the shimmering, and the air warmed up and smelt of gardenias. We were in their realm. He flew us around, swooping and diving, flying over the velvet grass and beautiful coloured flower beds. We flew to a small group of faeries in a secluded part of the garden, and we landed.
I was immediately surrounded by laughing faery boys, their hands touching me, lifting me, flying me and then a mouth found mine and kissed, the impossible tongue delving inside my mouth, tickling my throat, hands were on my boobs, my nipples were suckled, and my labia were teased apart, another long tongue pressing deep inside me. As the consensual body invasions were happening, I was slowly lowering to the velvet carpet of grass. I had a tongue inside my fanny and another in my throat; each nipple had been suckled or flicked by tongues. My pressures were building, my electrics supercharging, and I had no idea of which faery was whom or even if Sid was partaking in my pleasuring.
I was lying naked on velvet, and the tongue in my fanny receded, and I felt a dick penetrating, impossibly long and impossibly fat, yet I seemed to be able to accommodate his large dick. I was rolled, still penetrated in my fanny, and I found a dick probing my arse.
“Oh no, not there.” I thought as I felt my sphincter easing open and another impossibly long and thick dick entered. My mouth was next; the tongue receded to be replaced by a dick, again impossibly long and fat, filling my mouth and my throat. They synchronised, and I was being shagged at the same time; three times, they all came together, finishing in a flourish. I found my ecstasy growing, my euphoria increasing, and the three dicks started gain, my body already awash with faery semen. I felt like I was flying, and then suddenly the dicks were gone and I was laying on the velvet grass, dripping from my fanny and my backside, my stomach seemingly full. I lay there not sure what was happening and then I saw Fay and she stroked my cheeks.
Elvira held my hands, and Fay kissed me. They were stroking me, holding me, and then they were sucking the faery semen from me, and I slowly began to make sense of my magical surroundings.
“Come, Meesha,” Fay said, “we need to go and see the Queen.” They held me, and we flew over many beautiful grottos and gardens, and then we came to a golden-coloured garden where a beautiful faery sat up on a throne; we hovered and then landed.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Fay said. “This is Meesha, a hooman friend to us Faeries. She has just been boyed by Osidus and his gang. I think we got to her in time.”
“Thank you, Fay,” the Faery Queen said.
She looked at me and waved her hand, a small golden wand held between her fingers. “Meesha, by act of Titania, Queen of this realm, I take away the boys’ pleasures and return you to normal,” she said; even her voice sounded golden.
I felt the euphoria and pleasures leave, and I suddenly was me again, not in some strange, sexual, euphoric state.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I said. A silence suddenly fell and everyone looked at me. I felt a bit awkward being stared at by a hoard of faeries.
“The Queen clapped her hands together. “Oh, stop it,” she said. “She does not know our ways.”
What had I done wrong? I had no idea.
“Child,” the Queen continued, “in our realm it is not customary for hoomans to address the Queen, but customary does not mean disallowed. Please go with Fay and Elvira and enjoy your stay. I shall deal with the boys.”
Elvira thanked the Queen, and the next thing I realised is that we were flying, and soon we landed in their usual grove surrounded by gardenia.
“You are lucky that we sensed you and found you,” Elvira said.
“Why, what was happening?”
“The boys were filling you with their magic; your pleasures would have increased to a point where you would not have been able to return.”
“Oh.”
“Your word is ‘coma’. There would have been no coming back if we hadn’t got you to the Queen in time.”
“Oh wow, I had no idea. What will happen to them?”
“They will be banned from leaving the realm for an aeon.”
“Crikey.”
“Now, let’s get you back to your realm.”
There was a fluttering and a shimmering, and I was sat on the chair by the beck, my dress beside me. I picked up my dress and walked naked into the house. I was a little shocked; the events were unexpected. Besides, it is not every day you get to meet royalty.
I showered and sat down still naked in my sitting room with a strong tea. I was just trying to assimilate what had just happened; no doubt faeries were dangerous. Perhaps I should steer well clear of all of them. I remembered Elvira’s warning about building a bridge over the beck. The last thing I wanted on my property was a troll. I shivered at the thought.
I had a sleepless night, my mind full of the close call I had with the faery boys. When I awoke sufficiently, I sent Jacob a text about the shepherd’s hut. After breakfast, Weetabix and an apple, I went outside to look where I might put it. In the long grass in front of the cottage, I supposed. It would be visible but would block a bit of the view. I decided in the end, either before or after, the cottage. I would see what Jacob had to say.
Jacob arrived just after ten. “Now then, lass,” his usual greeting. “Hey up, Jacob,” my usual reply.
“You want to be moving the hut then, down here by the cottage.”
“Yes, Jacob, either just before or just after the cottage so as not to block the view, but where I can still see it and easily use it.”
“I can tow it easily down here,” Jacob said. “If we do it before the cottage, it is easier to move to after if you later prefer.”
“Perfect, I knew that you would know what is best.”
“I’ll do it now.”
That surprised me; I hadn’t expected that quickly.
“Okay, yes, I will put the kettle on,” I said, although Jacob would be more interested in clothes coming off than kettles going on. Jacob headed off to the tractor and reversed down the track to the hut. I went inside, ran upstairs and tidied the bedroom, rolling my quilt back. I had no doubts we would be in here soon, and then back down in the kitchen I put the kettle on. I could hear the tractor.
I went outside and saw the tractor coming slowly down my track with the shepherd’s hut behind it. He drove onto the long grass and stopped, jumping out to come over to me.
“There? I can move it if you prefer. Needs some welding on the chassis; I can do that for you if you do the prep. You’ll need to paint the chassis after.”
“I can do that; you tell me what I need, and I can get it, and I think that place is perfect.”
“Good. I suggest that you put some padlocks and chains around some of the wheels and in the hitch too, just to make it difficult for people to tow it away.”
“Okay. Shall we go in?”
“I only have time for a quick tea today, I am afraid.” So my prepared bedroom would go unused this morning; what a shame.
“That is okay, Jacob; I enjoy your company as well as your body.”
As we sat drinking our tea, he explained to me the tools I needed to get. An angle grinder with both cutting and grinding discs and wire brushes. A good drill and some decent drill bits as well as screwdriver bits, making sure none of the bits are made in China. Other tools may come along later, so buy a good brand and all your tools from the same brand so that the batteries are interchangeable.