Chapter 30

Last night:

We drank the tea that Ron had made for my visit. I hated tea, but wasn’t going to let Ron know that. The guy had set out a nice spread, with some butter cookies, or biscuits, as he called them with his muddled, possibly British accent. We played some Rocket League, and even though Ron owned the game, he was terrible at it.

I was about to ask Ron how long he’d had the game, and then suddenly became dizzy. “Oh shit...” I mumbled, and then everything went black.

This morning:

Getting no response to her knock, Demie twisted off the doorknob of apartment 1310 with an audible snap and entered the room. Nobody was there.

She searched the condo. As she opened one of the bedroom closet doors, she swore under her breath, “Fuck!”

A dark miasma that seemed to absorb the light around it swirled there, large enough for someone to walk into. She had seen these before.

I awoke naked and on my side. I quickly lurched to my feet. I was in an animal pen, outdoors, somewhere in the wilderness. I could see the edges of a forest nearby. The sky was blue, with some fluffy clouds, and it was warm. But it was winter now! How could this be?

“Ah, thou art awake, mortal. Welcome to thy new home.”

At Ron’s voice, I turned. He was standing outside of the pen, wearing renaissance faire clothing, which matched his suddenly flowery language, and his ears now ended in a point. He was an elf! Well, no wonder he was so pretty. The only other elf I had met had been an unbelievably gorgeous woman, Anya. I found out later that she was actually Titania, queen of the elves, husband of...

... oh shit...

“Oberon,” I said, my voice coming out more harshly than I intended.

“Thou hast the right of it,” he replied, bowing. “Oberon, king of the elves, and husband of Titania, who I believe thou knowest ... intimately.” He frowned at me.

“Look ... Ron...” What was with my voice? I could only seem to get a word out at a time.

“Cease your braying,” Oberon said, and gestured. Another elf brought a naked, brown-haired woman through the entrance of the pen, led by a rope around her neck. The woman looked at me, uncertain, as the elf closed the gate behind her.

This was bizarre. I turned to the fence and tried to climb over, but my hands slipped and couldn’t grip the wood. A magic fence?

I turned back, and the woman was there, sniffing at me. I could smell her now, too, and ... she smelled good. She was actually quite pretty, with a nice flank ... I mean butt. I could feel my cock start to get hard. The woman’s nostrils flared as she sensed my excitement.

I knew that she was fertile and ready. She turned from me, presenting her flank. Why did I keep thinking that word? I came up behind her and lay my stomach upon her back as I thrust, trying to get my cock inside her. After several attempts, the head slipped between the folds of her pussy and we both moaned at the sensation. Soon I was thrusting into her.

“Welcome, demon. I had hoped that my changeling would have fooled thee for longer.”

Demie stepped all the way through the swirling black gate. “Babies are remarkably instinctive, King Oberon, and that fake Tom really has no staying power.”

He turned to her. “No attempt at subversion, then, using thy powers of shape manipulation?”

“No point. Here in the faerie realm you are all powerful; you’d know right away.” She stepped up to him, glancing toward the animal pen nearby. Something was happening in there, though she couldn’t make it out through the fence.

“Just so,” he replied. “Come, I will take thee to thy master.”

Demie bit her tongue at that, but followed the fairy king to the pen. There she found two donkeys rutting. She froze, staring at the male donkey. “Tom?!”

Oberon spoke, “The last time my queen strayed, I transformed a human’s head to donkey. I have transfigured Tom entirely, though his senses still tell him that he is a man. I think I will make him sire many foals. What dost thou think, demon?”

“Your majesty, Tom had no idea that he was having relations with your wife. She presented herself only as ‘Anya’. He meant no disrespect.”