What You See Isn't Always What You Get

(M/Fairy )

When he first noticed her, she was sitting alone in a dark corner of the bar near the dance floor, sipping a drink, watching the dancers with a wistful look on her face. Even from across the room she had the look of a wallflower. It wasn't that she was ugly or anything, she wasn't. She was simply plain, mousy brown hair, blue eyes, glasses, clothes that weren't exactly fashionable, plain jane dark jeans and an oversized t-shirt, dark colored Nikes. It didn't appear, from his vantage point anyway, that she was wearing any make-up, and her hair was tied back in a pony tail, nothing fancy, just serviceable. After the initial assessment he dismissed her from his thoughts and went back to chatting up several more attractive females who had caught his attention. But as the evening wore on, unable to comprehend why this was, he found his eyes drawn back to her. Shit she wasn't his type, normally he wouldn't have given someone like her a second glance, but here he was, finding himself attracted in some way to her.

After a couple hours of schmoozing around with the other women, he found himself once again staring at the plain woman at the end of the bar. Still alone, she sat there nursing a drink. As far as he could tell no one had spoken to her all night. Downing the rest of his drink in one gulp, he made his way down to where she was sitting. Easing himself onto the stool next to hers, he motioned for the bartender who quickly brought him another vodka martini. Taking it and sipping the potent mixture he nodded towards the woman, "And give the lady another of what she is having." Nodding the bartender moved away to fix her another drink.

Turning her head, she smiled at him, "Thank you." Her voice was soft and wispy, an odd ethereal quality to it.

Looking into her eyes he was momentarily speechless, there was something about them that he couldn't quite put his finger on that pulled him to her and held him there. Her oversized glasses weren't exactly the most fashionable but behind them were a pair of entrancing eyes so light blue that they were almost silver, seeming to draw him in and refuse to let him go. Smiling, he nodded at her, "You are very welcome pretty lady."
Giggling a bit, she lowered her eyes, releasing his gaze, shifting around a bit on the stool.

Sipping at his drink, he looked her up and down more closely. From a closer vantage point she wasn't as plain as she appeared to be, she was no great beauty but was "different", for lack of a better word. Her skin was a pale alabaster that appeared to be flawless, her complexion was perfect, and her facial features were small and delicate, in perfect harmony with the rest of her. Underneath the baggy shirt and jeans appeared to be a thin body structure sporting breasts in perfect symmetry with the rest. No, she would never be a traffic stopping beauty but she was certainly a good looking woman.

For the next several hours he found himself in deep conversation with her, finding it most enjoyable and engrossing. So enthralled was he that he only had eyes for her, ignoring everything that was going on around them. A regular at this particular bar, many women he knew tried to get his attention or draw him away but he brushed them off before turning back to Rhyannon. The name was exotic sounding but somehow seemed to fit her. He noticed that the more they talked the more exotic and beautiful she became and he could no longer even try to pull his eyes away from her. It was as though there had been a connection made between the two of them and it felt right, complete, as though it was her he had been searching for his entire life.

Without realizing how much time had passed Damien was startled when the bartender announced last call. All he could think about was keeping her with him, as though he was afraid that if they parted he would never see her again. As he tried to formulate the best way to suggest they go to his place, with a thought pattern that seemed to be mixed up and confused, she smiled at him and gently suggested they go to his place to continue their talk. With the proverbial "shit eating grin" splitting his face he nodded then led her out to his car.

During the drive across town to his apartment he found himself telling her everything about himself and his life, something he never did. Normally he was quiet and reserved about his personal life with females he didn't know. But she was easy to talk to and it just flowed out of him, as though he subconsciously knew that she was safe.

When he led her into his apartment it felt as though she belonged there, that somehow she was the missing piece of his life. His carefree bachelor lifestyle had always suited him and he had never had the desire to have a wife or a permanent significant other in his life. The women that came and went always knew that it was not going to be a permanent thing; he made sure they understood that. Now, in his early 40's he was the prototypical confirmed bachelor and loved it. Being a successful business man made his carefree lifestyle easy to maintain. Never, in all his years, had he felt a pull to settle down with one person, enjoying his freedom to do as he pleased far too much. But tonight he felt something different. Here was a woman that he barely knew who was not his typical type anyway, but into his thoughts crept the feeling that he couldn't bear to be apart from her. Most strange, but not at all unpleasant.

When they had settled themselves on the sofa with another drink he found himself staring longingly into those odd colored eyes, as if mesmerized. Setting his drink down on the coffee table, he inched closer to her and put an arm around her shoulders before leaning down slightly and kissing her softly. A jolt of something indescribable passed through him when their lips touched, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure and want throughout his body. From that one kiss, that one moment of pleasure he knew he had to be with her forever. How or why he knew that he didn't understand, but he knew. A connection had been made and it was known for whatever reason to be right.

It was she who broke it off, pushing gently on his chest and pulling away slightly. Smiling, she looked up into his eyes. He leaned back against the sofa and panted heavily. His blood seemed to be on fire and his cock was an iron spike in his jeans, pounding and throbbing with his rapid heartbeat. Drawing her legs up, she curled against the arm of the sofa and looked at him, "Damien you are most attractive but I'm afraid we can't continue this."
Giving her a startled look he licked his dry lips and asked, "Why not?"
Pulling the scrunchie out of her hair, letting it loose to flow down her back, "Because if we are to continue there are things you must know about me."

Running his fingers through his thick, black, longish hair, he sighed and looked at her. Whatever it was that was holding her back couldn't be all that bad, he thought. After he got a bit cooled down enough to think more clearly he smiled at her, "Alright, tell me what it is that it is I need to know."
Giving him a smile that seemed to make her more beautiful that he thought possible she leaned a bit closer to him, putting a hand on his knee. Her soft touch sent that jolt through him again, making him shiver and want her all the more. Hell, at this point she could tell him she was an escaped ax murderer and it wouldn't make any difference! Softly, she said, "I am not what I appear to be Damien."
Arching an eyebrow, he looked back into those mesmerizing eyes of hers and asked, "What do you mean by that?" What did she mean by that statement? Was she going to tell him she was a lesbian? A transsexual? A vampire? A man? What?
Softly rubbing his knee she leaned a bit closer to him. "A long time ago a seer from my people told me that I would not find my mate among our people but among the humans. That he would be a man of strong character and personality but he would not be one of my kind. That when I found him we would both know it. It seems that person is you Damien. I know I felt the connection when we first touched and talked, I know you felt it too. So we cannot continue anything until you know the truth of what I am. That would be unfair to you."

Confused, he looked at her, perplexed. What the hell was that all about? "Your people? Your kind? What do you mean?"
Sighing a bit, she drew back and looked at him, a faint smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "It will be easier to show you than to explain." Standing up, she backed away a bit, starting to peel her outer clothing off. Blood was rushing madly throughout his body, causing his heart to pound and his cock to strain harder at its confinement. When she stood there completely nude she winked at him then shut her eyes and chanted something in a language he had never heard before, it was soft and lilting, very exotic to his ears. Slowly her body seemed to shrink down until she was about half her size, around three feet tall, then her skin started to shimmer and change color, flushing up from her ankles, turning a soft silver in color, a few shades darker than her eyes and glowing as if luminescent. Her mousy brown hair started changing color from the roots and flowing outwards as if it was being painted internally, turning it a deep golden color, not golden blonde but gold like a metallic coin. If that wasn't enough from her back he could see transparent golden and silver wings just out, fluttering, lifting her off the ground. Her body structure remained in proportion to the change, she was still thin and well toned but her whole body was that shimmering silver color. Her smallish pert breasts, just the right size, about a handful stuck out from her chest, no sag to them, the nipples were a deep silver color, darker than the rest of her body. Her stomach was slightly concave, toned and tight. Down at the join of her legs her pubic hair had also turned that beautiful golden color and seemed to glow against the silver skin, almost like it was beckoning your gaze to it.

Yes, He was shocked, his mouth hung open but it didn't make any difference in how he felt about her. If anything, it magnified it, making his want and longing intensify. Licking his lips he looked up into her face, gone was any thought that she was just plain or ordinary, she was breathtakingly beautiful. His eyes found hers and locked again, "What are you?" He asked softly, "An elf?" That was all he could think of.

Shaking her head, she smiled at him, "No, I am a fae, what you humans know as a fairy." Slowly, she fluttered back over to the sofa and sat on the arm. Brushing her hair over her ears, now elongated and pointy; she reached out and took his hand. "This is who I am Damien, the real me, not human, but one of a magical race."
Sliding over he looked up into her eyes, smiling, and ran his fingers through her golden hair, feeling its silken texture brush against his fingers. "What you are doesn't matter to me, you are perfect."
Giving him a smile that made her whole face glow, she said, softly, her voice like a silken wave that caressed him, "I am so glad you said that. The connection we felt was more than lust. Among my people when you feel that connection you know you have found your life mate." Reaching out, she stroked down his cheek. "I know you felt it too. I saw it on your face. I want you to be with me, with my people."
Without thinking or even considering it he put his hand over hers and nodded, "Yes. Yes, I will. I want to be with you forever."
A small jolt, like a powerful shock of static electricity passed through their joined hands, not unpleasant but warming, as if an internal fire was lit in him, making him feel wonderful, warm, safe and wanted. She reached out and took both his hands in her tiny ones, smiling. "It is done, we are together." Leaning down, she kissed him softly, one hand snaking into his black hair, running her fingers softly through it. Leaning forward he kissed her softly, once more feeling that pleasant jolt throughout his body. Taking one of her hands, he pulled her closer to him then wrapped an arm around her back, under her wings and eased her onto his lap. Straddling his legs she pressed her chest to his, feeling his heart beat a rapid tattoo in his chest, the soft masculine smell of him fill her nose, heightening her desire.

Gently, he pulled her closer then eased forward and stood up, holding her to his chest, wrapping his other arm under her softly rounded ass. Kissing her fervently, he carried her to his bedroom, softly sitting her down on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down between her legs, he wrapped his arms around her waist and continued kissing her.

Pressing her lips to his, she gently slid her tongue between his lips. With hands that trembled slightly, she unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Softy, she ran her fingers up and down his chest, feeling the soft crinkle of his hairs against her palms. Slowly and softly, they slid down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. With an unsure touch, she loosened them and started to ease them down his hard thighs.

Breaking off the kiss, he stood up and shucked the jeans and underwear, kicking them off into a corner. Still standing, he ran his fingers through her hair, smiling down at her before kneeling down to where his eyes were level with hers. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she once again pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss, letting her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. Gently, he stood up, her mouth locked on his; her wings fluttering lifting her off the floor to stay even with his head. Gently, she pushed him onto his back on the bed. Fluttering over, she straddled his hips and grabbed his hard, pulsing cock in one tiny hand holding it still and lowering herself down onto it all the way. Shifting around slightly on her knees to get comfortable, she then started to move up and down on him, her wings fluttering, helping her motion. Leaning forward, she placed her palms on his chest and looked down into his hazel eyes.

Stretching out to his full 6'3" length, he relaxed a bit, letting her guide him the way she wanted. Normally, he was the one on top but with her this was the right way, she obviously knew what she was doing, and he didn't know how he would have managed the missionary position with her wings. That was a problem to ponder at a later date, right now, all he wanted to think about was her and how heavenly that tight pussy of hers felt moving up and down on his cock. The way her wings fluttered was giving a bit more oomph to the thrust, making it feel more intense. As she thrust, he could feel her pussy contract and grip his cock, holding it as her silky sheath glided over the turgid piece of flesh that was now the focus of his being.

It wasn't long before her movements grew in strength and he was trusting upwards to meet her. His cock throbbed madly in her tight walls, jerking slightly. He had buried his hands in her hair and his mouth was devouring hers. His nostrils flared open, drinking in her musky perfume. Her longish fingers dug into his shoulders where she was hanging on to him, her hips thrusting up and down madly, he wings beating the air over them. Suddenly, she broke off the kiss and arched convulsively straight up. Giving one last hard thrust down onto him she screamed, wings outstretched fully, pussy clamped tightly down onto his cock and came.

Grasping her waist with his hands he thrust his hips upwards, roughly, burying his cock deeply in her. The spasms in her pussy milked his cock, making it throb madly. He felt his balls tighten and he groaned loudly, his whole body throbbing as his cum pulsed up into her.

Afterwards, she lay curled on her side next to him, an arm draped over his chest, wings relaxed and gently spread over them both, a soft smile curving her lips. One of his arms was draped casually over her shoulders, holding her to him. His eyes were shut and as he began to doze, his last thoughts were that there were a lot of changes coming his way but no matter how much upheaval they caused in his life he would enjoy it completely.