Lost in the Woods (PIM)

[Twisted Sexuality]

Lafitte panted softly as he stumbled through the brush, his body barely noticing the cold as he tried to keep himself upright. The young man barely had anything on, only his pants being intact enough to cover him. The rest of his clothing was in shambles. He was too exhausted to notice the cold, not from his running.

The young sixteen year old had been sold into slavery. More importantly, sex slavery. And needless to say, it wasn't a good life, the numerous scars on his lean pale body were enough for that. He had managed to escape, but he couldn't stop running. He had wound up in this forest, the despise trees no doubt able to hide him from anyone who would come after him. However, it also rendered him lost, not that he noticed.

Panting heavily, his strength finally gave out, causing the young man to crash into the floor, his messy blonde hair falling all over the place as he panted heavily, his body aching.

 

[PIM]

As the boy lay silent on the ground, something shimmered in the darkness. Soon something, some glowing orb of some sort, could be seen between the trunks of the trees. Then another one appeared, then a third. Soon a small cluster of the growing things could be seen, dancing in the air, slowly drawing nearer.

Each orb was indeed not an orb as such, but a tiny pixie, surrounded by a halo of glowing light. One of them, surrounded by a glow that seemed to fluctuate between violet and pale red, made a loop in the air just above the boy. The pixie, a female named Pim, was slender, and dressed in a tiny, tight little dress, made of the finest spidersilk.

"Ohhh.. pretty boy..", she said. She let her self fall down, until she howered just above his chest. "..lost, pretty boy?", she whispered. Then she shot inot the air again, giggling and resuming her play with her kin.

 

[Twisted Sexuality]

As she looked down at the poor young man, Lafitte began to stir. He could hear something, just faintly. A voice? Did someone find him? No, the voice sounded different. A soft groan escaped his lips as his eyes peeked open, seeing the feint glow hovering over him. Was he seeing things? It was probably exhaustion messing with his mind. Still, the boy's eyes continued to watch the pretty violet and red glow above him.

 

[PIM]

The pixies were still playing in the air, seemingly unaware the boy had awakened.
Laughing like a silver bell, Pim was tackled in mid-air by another female, this one a little shorter and curvier than her, and dressed only in leggings. The wrested a little, then Pim escaped, her partner distracted by a male joining in in the fray. As Pim shot away, another two tried to intercept her, but she nimbly dodged them.

 

[Twisted Sexuality]

Lafitte blinked as he saw the lights dancing above him. Slowly, he began to try and pull himself to his feet, only succeeding in sitting up against a tree instead. The way those lights moved, the voices. He blinked a couple of times, making out the tiny forms of the fairies. Was he seeing things? "Hello?" he called out, hoping for some kind of response from them.

 

[PIM]

The rapid, playful movements slowed down, playtime winding down to a slow aerial dance. There were whispers in the wind, little giggles and questions. Some were in a language no human knew, others just hard to catch.

"So.. pretty boy is awake?".

Pim descended slowly. She looked at him, her eyes violet and perhaps faintly luminescent. Her hair framed her face, but it was hard to describe it's color. Pink with a touch of gold? Blonde with strands of pink? It seemed to shift slowly.

"Pretty boy.. Did you rest well?"

She hovered in front of him, and reached out, her finger sliding slowly over his skin.