Guest Story by Beth

Encounter

The woods were dark at night. Not that there is any forest that isn't, but it seemed darker than most to me as I was driving- alone- through the vast Adirondack Mountains in northern New York. The dark shapes of the great peaks even darker against the black, star-studded sky.

Now, for those of you that have never been into the Adirondacks, there is a stretch of highway known as Route 8 where, for about a hundred miles, there is absolutely nothing human save for the cracked and worn blacktop that is fading away into a dirt track in some places. During the day, the views are spectacular, but at night... suffice it to say that I have never felt a deeper loneliness.

When I say there is nothing, I do, truly, mean nothing. And the worst thing that can happen out there, late at night, is car trouble. Which, apparently, I seemed to be having. My gas tank was full, my oil just changed... in fact I'd had a mechanic go over it before I left so what could be the problem? Nonetheless, my engine shuddered, and finally drew to a complete halt.

Wasn't this just wonderful?

Muttering to myself, I turned the keys and released them from the ignition after slamming the car into 'park' with an angry motion. And, to make matters worse, my cellular phone had no reception. Lovely. Why me? Things like this always seemed to be happening. Well, nothing more to be done until morning, I supposed. My family was going to flip... I was supposed to call them when I got into the hotel. Well, nothing to be done for it now, was there.

That's when it happened. Off to my right, in the deep shadows of the forest, a light came on. Followed by another, and then another, until the forest seemed to be alive with these strange glowing figures.

For that was what they were, I couldn't really call them fireflies... hells, it was the end of autumn, fireflies aren't out that time of year. And somehow chalking it up to unseasonal bugs didn't feel at all right. The car began to get cold. Without the heater on, the Adirondack nightfall was frigid. Admittedly, 'frigid' was around fifty degrees, but give me a break, here. Fumbling about on the floor, I pulled the release for the trunk, lucky for me I had packed my cloak, huh?

I suppose I ought to explain the cloak, it is wool and cashmere, a gift for my twentieth birthday from my mother (a wonderful, wonderful woman) and very warm. I take it just about everywhere and wore it every chance I got. Even though my birthday is in August- which makes it a little too toasty.

It probably ought to be, but I still own the cloak and I still take it just about everywhere (the story is true, minus the sex and the car breaking down.)

At any rate, I was rummaging around in the trunk when I felt something touch my back. It felt, for all the world, like a hand- but when I spun around, there was nothing there. Blinking and eyeing the darkness accusingly for making me imagine things, I found the cloak and tugged it out, wrapping the soft, warm cloth around me. Much better.

Upon closing the trunk and turning around, I found myself face to face with the owner of the hand. Or so I presumed. Now normally a woman would be afraid of meeting a man out in the middle of nowhere at an hour that was far beyond the usual time during which one might find travelers out on this stretch of road. However, I could instantly tell that he was not some crazed psychopath. You might wonder why, but I suspect that in a moment or so it will be come clear.

He stood around six feet tall, eyes of the most brilliant and vivid green I had ever seen, and hair of soft, smooth gold. Tendrils of it floated around his face and he brushed them away with one long-fingered hand. How could I tell what color his eyes and hair were? Well I suppose it was because he was wrapped in a softly glowing golden aura. That and the ears gave it away. He wasn't human.

The ears I mentioned were pointed delicately, emerging from the tangle of golden hair and sweeping back in a graceful curve. Not human ears. Elven ears. Or perhaps fae. Yes, I would have to say fae, because the wings were a dead give away. They were shaped like a butterfly's, but longer and more suiting a prince. Colored the same creamy gold as his hair, they were folded behind his back neatly.

After staring at him for a goodly long time, I found my voice, though it quacked in my ears, tinny and timid, "May I help you...?" I managed, before drifting into silence again. He didn't say a word, merely stepped forward, grasping my hand in his and tugging me toward the forest's edge with him. I, spellbound, followed without resisting.

Once we were out of sight of the road, He pressed me against a tree, his lips parting and taking mine.

There are no words to describe what he tasted like, but think of a mix between the sweetest and most heady wine and the scent of fresh-cut grass and you might be close. It was delicious and intoxicating, his tongue seeking, finding my own and entwining it in a dance that left me breathless. I panted, arms rising to wrap 'round his neck.

My strange Fae prince reacted to this, pulling me closer, pressing me against his hard body- so neatly defined by the silken clothing he wore. The tunic and trews were golds and browns with little ornamentation. But there was no hiding the hot hardness of his desire as it pressed against my lower stomach. I don't think there was any question as to what he wanted... and what I wanted to give him.

He broke the kiss, lips trailing down my neck and fingers working with the buttons of my shirt unerringly. Soon enough... or perhaps it was not soon enough... the buttons were all undone and my bra was all that covered my breasts.

Now, I am not large breasted, by any way you look at it- but they are a handful. A fact that seemed to please this stranger to no end- his teeth grazing one nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, and then the next. Fingers kneading the soft flesh. I gasped, inhaling sharply as he pleasured me. I was no stranger to sex, but this... this was something entirely new.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my long skirt and tugged it off my hips, panties following. Standing up, he deftly removed my bra and left me naked, other than the soft cloak and the shirt which was unbuttoned, falling open to expose my breasts. The green eyes assessed me- glowing with inner fires and lust. I smiled, cocking my head to the side and stretching my arms over my head, causing the folds of my cloak to fall away from me, leaving my shoulders bared. All the while, his eyes bored into me, watching, wanting, waiting.

I pushed off the tree with one foot, where had my shoes gone? My feet were bare? Strange. But I didn't stop to think about it. Stepping forward, I tugged the string that held the neck of his tunic closed, untying the lace and pulling it open slightly. Closer, I wrapped my arms around his waist and bit down gently on the exposed flesh of his shoulder. His head fell back, the cascade of golden hair falling down his spine and soft against my arm. A soft moan, the only sound I had yet heard him make, escaped his lips. This only prompted me to bite harder.

He squirmed against me, hands caressing, exploring my body and tracing the curves of my back and hips. Then, abruptly, he pushed me back and stripped off his tunic and pants. I gaped, his manhood was now fully exposed and very, *very* erect. The large member pointed forward at me, and I took it in my hands gently- fingers trailing across the hot, smooth flesh.

Gods, he was large. Not so large as to be intimidating... just the right size. Dropping down on my knees, I took the tip of him into my mouth, eliciting a throaty groan from my unknown lover, his hands entwining themselves in my hair. His hips thrust toward me as I took more of him into my mouth, tongue teasing the underside of his magnificent member. My hands moved up his legs, sliding to cup his tight buttocks in my hands and pulling him forward again. I took all of him into my throat, eyes meeting his as I did so, feeling his delighted shudder. He was going to come for me, but I didn't want him in my mouth, no, I knew exactly where I wanted him.

I released his now throbbing manhood and slid backwards, standing up against the tree with my legs spread, eyes inviting him closer. He came forward, hands grasping my hips and lifting me up to slide himself into my slick passage. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders and hung on as he thrust into me in hard, desperate motions.

My forehead fell to his shoulder and I moaned, my body shuddering as I approached my climax... and then was hurled over it violently. My eyes closed and I cried out in pleasure, muscles clenching and releasing around his hard, rigid length that was buried all the way in my body. Every sense tingled and I collapsed against him as he thrust once more and then nearly fell over with the force of his orgasm. His brilliant green eyes were closed, body holding mine close as he slowly relaxed and his heart rate slowed. He had pressed me back against the rough bark of the tree and I could feel it through my cloak. I had also become aware of how cold it was, there in the forest... but that wasn't foremost in my mind.

He withdrew, helping me dress- wordlessly- and then clothing himself, seemingly unaware of the cold. This strange man led me back to my car and touched the hood. The engine fired up, as if it had never stopped, and I blinked at him. "Go safely," my fae prince said quietly, his eyes glowing only for me as he ushered me into the car, closing the door. His voice had been silk to my ears, low and smooth and soft... I have never heard such a voice before or since that moment and if I ever hear it again I will drop everything to follow the owner of it.

I blinked. Nothing had changed other than that the car was on and the door was closed. The inside of the car was warm as though the heat had been on... had I just been dreaming? Something pricked my scalp and I reached behind my head and withdrew a twig from my hair- nope. Definitely not.

Remind me to come this way again sometime soon. And if your car ever breaks down in the Adirondacks on Route 8 around midnight... remember me.

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