Woodland

Tree
The sun is shining. The vapors off freshly made coffee and the dew drops from honeysuckle flowers are the first to make their way to my nose. The distant sound of water wandering over rocks and onto the next river bed are the first sounds to whisper, “good morning” to me. The temperature is what you’d call “perfect;” the temperature that makes you forget where you and your skin meet so you feel like you dissolve freely with the air. I have been living in my open-air tree house for the past few years and it’s safe to say I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Here in the woods, the lifestyle is relaxed, peaceful and stretched about like falling leaves.
Click-clack-scratch…
Henry! He’s probably here to help me with breakfast; he must have the package of chestnuts and honeysuckle that I requested. Pulling back the latch, I let him in with open arms, hoping he will want to give me a hug.
“Good morning, darlin'” says Henry, in between munches and cheeks full of acorn.
“Hello Henry,” I say with a smile of compassion. He jumps on to my shoulder and gives me a hug around the neck with his tiny chipmunk body.
He may be small, but he’s got plenty of woodland wisdom. And he sure knows how to treat a lady.
He crawls along my head leaving a yellow honeysuckle flower above my ear. “What’ve you got planned for today? I may need some help in the garden if you’re free. The radishes are turning out beautifully; purple, maroon and red” he exuberantly pushes through a smile.
“Well, I was just going to take a day to unwind down by the river. I’m sure you’ll find some other helpers once you arrive at the garden hub,” I reply quietly. During my previous life in civilization, I would’ve felt guilty for not going along to help Henry; but here, there are no such reservations.
“Of course, of course, you deserve the day to please yourself! After all, you are the goddess of pleasure,” Henry winked as the light lit a glint in his kind, beady eye. And in no way do I mean to suggest that Henry is greedy or conniving; but those eyes were clear, especially about his lust for “life” and interest in my godly domain.
“I am healthy, beautiful and compassionate.” I repeat my mantra walking over to the window box, resting my chin on the sill and the fresh basil fill my nostrils. Henry knows me enough now to not think I’m talking to the ghosts in the soil (which actually wouldn’t be out of the ordinary either). I grow most of my vegetables in small plots with the help of the sun and the nearby river. But I also enjoy spending time at the Garden Hub to learn new discoveries, technologies and techniques with the woods’ creatures of all sorts.
You’d probably say I was giant fairy. This is basically true. I became aware of and able to sense fae when I turned 23; odd age to learn such a thing indeed. My fae friends taught me how to holistically grow my own wings after I gained their trust. It took more than a year of visualization, meditation and flight training. Let’s summarize learning to fly like this: humans naturally don’t fly for very good reasons and you trust nature’s selection in this matter. But it’s amazing what the human body can do when you stop falling out the sky 15 seconds after you finally take off successfully.
I felt very strongly about flight training.
After countless months of training, and human incubator sessions my wings started to sprout, not unlike my garden plants.
“Alright Henry, I’m about ready to head out! Are you?” I say, walking toward the window.
“Yes my darling, I’ll see you soon!” Henry says as he scurries towards the window and out on to a branch. “I’ll tell the other fae you say ‘hello’.”
Perched on my porch, I dive into the air as if the step is a spring board and the pool, the sky above. Giving myself about 3 seconds of free-fall after reaching peak height, I pull myself away from critical injury; the wind rushing over my skin after such a moment of uncertainty hurried the adrenaline through me. After the rush faded I remembered I’m here to relax today. Catching some smooth drifts of wind, I glide as much as possible and only flap once I close in on a tree’s half submerged branch to land.
I walk along the grassy, soil-bare shore to the waterfall for bathing and there I see some other fae. All I can hear is the sound of laughter; all I can see is skin and hair and wings. Some of them are my size, though none born human like me; some are a bit smaller, and some are very tiny pixies zipping about like darts of light. Crystal offers to use some of her spellbound salves to make me bright and and glittering, catching the light like true fae. I sit motionless in front of her lap so she can work her magic.
Soon I start to feel many arms and legs wrapping around me as welcome after noticing I arrived. Crystal chanted as she moved the salves about my skin. The other fae caressed me with wet hands of varying size with their own soaps. I have mostly gotten used to not seeing men anymore. Breasts and nipples and pubic regions exposed; all magical and individual and all some variation of me. I am secure here. Their skin is supple like honey except woven from cotton and their hair is fur with hairs made of silk. Crystal is finishing up her treatment with her hands moving up and down from my spine; I feel another mysterious fae is massaging my feet under the water.
Her head comes above water and she has green eyes with dark blue flecks. My looking is interrupted by her lips meeting mine. I can feel her connection to the woodland in her tongue; the woodland seems larger. She is connected so deeply it makes me sink into the comfort of this place. Our sweat melts with the others until the temperatures match and we can hardly remember who is who.  The pink rosebud between my thighs becomes her fascination. Lost in the mood, and delving into her aether sexual zone, we find ourselves on a nearby bed of green moss. I notice for hardly a moment other fairies are still around but they can’t pay us much mind because they are all essentially doing the same thing. So often this happens at the bathing falls, everyone ought to know by now. Henry is probably hidden in a branch above laughing with envy. The green-blue eyed fae focuses on my bud as it pulsed with life and magic. She unveils a branch painted gold and purple, points is at my bud and whispers an incantation. It shines green light and my bud starts to vibrate smoothly! It tickles a bit at first but it sends chills through all of my skin. Fae juices splash into the water at our feet and my cheeks turn blush. I can hear the green-blue eyed fae laugh and sweep her hair on my breasts. I slowly faint back onto another fairies lap. She jumps a little as I startle slightly. The sun shines through branch and water drop casting spotlight and rainbow on the moss below. As she slid back into the water she said “I must go! But I’ll be back to give you another wonderful time.” A solitary green eye with blue flecks winked before it disappeared until the sparkling waters.

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