Reluctantly Rogue Pt. 01 Ch. 003

(Note: This is a long, ongoing story. It is a story with sex. It's a sexy story. It is in many ways a story about sex. But, it is not strictly a sex story. Many chapters may even be SFW.)

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RELUCTANTLY ROGUE:

The Indecent Adventures of Atyr Bracken

CHAPTER THREE

When a Horse is Not a Horse

Atyr blinked, still lost in the sensuality of her voice.

"Wha...? Your wh-what?"

"My Adventurer!" Her voice was perfectly ordinary now, and its physical effects on Atyr's body began to subside. "I can help you."

He looked down at the solid chub he was still sporting, and his cheeks colored yet again. "Please. Let me. Put my luckless pants on."

"Ew, but they're all cummy!" She scrunched up her pointy nose.

"Ok, then help me wash them. Which I was trying to do when you showed up and did whatever you just did to me, fae take you!" He paused realizing the in-aptness of his choice of words. She smirked, and wiggled happily in the air.

He threw the pants at her and she flitted easily out of the way.

"You know, she won't come after you if you don't walk in all naked and sexy, trailing blood everywhere like a dummy. It's the blood she really likes." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Mostly the blood, anyway."

"That's not at all comforting." He looked down at his bare inner thigh. The wound looked fine, although after his exertions it was bleeding slightly again.

"She wont grab you from the bank, dummy. Go wash your stupid pants so we can get going."

For about the tenth time that day, Atyr stared in confusion. "We're not going anywhere."

The maybe-a-faerie-after-all flitted over towards his camp and his readied pack. She shrugged, "Then why the pack?"

"I, need to go to town." When she nodded happily, he added. "By myself."

"To town, and then onward to adventure!"

"No, to town by myself. Then, I trade work for supplies, get my hatchet fixed at the smithy, and I come back here. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a little busy building a cabin." He pointed to the half-constructed timber frame. "No adventures."

She was silent.

Atyr made a disapproving, expectant face at her. "Ok?"

She was still silent.

"I want you to say 'Ok'."

She landed on the felled trunk of the oak tree, and said, more seriously than he had yet heard her, "I cannot lie."

"Good." He nodded. "Wait. So, wait, does that mean you're giving up on this 'adventure' thing?"

"I can deceive." She drew out the 'deceive' in an unsettling, mischievous way, and shadowed it with a hint of the weird. Atyr's cock twitched slightly, as though there was something titillating about the idea of deception.

"And stop that! You already made a mess of me yesterday, I would like today to be a little more normal. If that's possible."

"You made the mess, dummy." She stuck her tiny tongue out at him. "Go clean it up already, you're taking forever!"

Atyr inhaled, closed his eyes, shook his head, and stalked back to the pool, pants in hand. He paused at the bank. The water was only knee deep at the edge, but the bank was steep, so washing his clothes generally required him to jump down fully into the water. Normally, this wasn't an issue, but he realized now that he'd have a chest-high scramble to escape should she come back. He was sure this little faerie creature knew more about the green woman than he did, but he wasn't about to trust his life to her advice just yet.

He lay on his stomach in the grass, and reached down as far as he could with both arms, awkwardly trying to scrub the pants clean in the water. It was muddy, difficult work, and he wasn't making much progress.

"By all means, keep trying this way. The view is exquisite. As I've already told you, you have a very cute butt." She giggled. "And I cannot lie." Atyr rolled to his feet and threw the pants at her for a second time, spraying water through the air. He threw them harder this time, and his target barely escaped a mid-air collision. She laughed at the attempt, and buzzed in circles around his head, avoiding his angry swats, before flitting up to hover at a safe height above his head.

"Goodness but now you're a muddy mess. Into the pool with you! Wash your gross pants and your gross self."

"I am not going in there."

"You'll be fine, she just wanted your blood."

"I'm still bleeding!"

She flew down to inspect, hovering just below his soft cock. She looked up at him.

"Well, it's only a little blood. Anyway, if you just don't go sticking this big dumb piece of meat in her mouth this time, there's really not much she's going to do to you. Everyone knows you never try to fuck a kelpie. Dummy."

"A what- a kelpie? A kelpie is a horse! That thing was a woman!"

"She isn't a woman."

"She sure as fates isn't a horse!"

"Of course she's not a horse. She's a kelpie, dummy."

"I don't, I-" Atyr paused, calming himself down. "Look, my name isn't dummy, ok?"

"That's nice Atyr, I know."

"How... you know?"

"I know."

Atyr picked up his pants once more, not sure what he intended to do with them this time.

"How do you know my name?"

"We met yesterday, remember?"

"I never told you my name. I never told you anything."

"I still know it. It's how we are."

"We?"

"Us."

"That doesn't help. What is 'us.'"

"You and me is us."

"Fae take you, I know what the word means, I meant-" He stumbled as she tittered once again at his choice of curse. "I meant what are you?"

"My name is Pesky."

There was a long pause. A long, long pause. For the first time in two days, a smile began to pull at Atyr's unwilling lips. A laugh, a small, stifled, but actually real laugh forced its way out of him.

"Your name, your real name. Is Pesky."

"I cannot lie."

"... But you can deceive?"

"My name is Pesky."

"Well. Huh. That's the first luckless thing that's made any kind of sense since the night before last. Pesky."

She beamed at him.

"Ok, Pesky, since we're getting somewhere, let me ask again. What are you?"

Pesky beamed at him. "I'm a sprite."

"I've never heard of a sprite."

"We're what you would call faeries."

Atry paused. He looked at the sky and willed himself to be calm. He looked back down at his naked, mud streaked body and sucked his lower lip in frustration. Then, for the third time, he threw the pants at her.

***

The soggy, filthy, cum and blood and mud caked pants lay on the ground, wriggling slightly. Atyr walked over and looked at them with a savage satisfaction. He pinned the pants to the ground, reached under with his other hand, and extracted the Sprite.

"Got ya."

"That was uncalled for." Staring up from within his fist, Pesky actually seemed put out. "I rescued you from death, offered you adventure, and you trapped me with soggy cum pants."

Atyr was unmoved. He kept his grip firm around the tiny figure.

She pouted. "Of all the ways I might have hoped to first get your cum on me, this was not on the list."

Atyr refused to let her embarrass him out of his advantage. Or, whatever it was she was trying to do.

"Ok," he said. "Now I'm in charge, and I want some answers about all this." He stared in what he hoped was an intimidating way down at the little sprite. "What is going on?"

Her response was swift, and concerningly unconcerned. At most, she sounded a touch hurt. "You trapped me with your cum pants, and now you are holding me uncomfortably tight." When he didn't respond, she continued, "That, is what is going on, currently."

"Ok then, step by step. What was that woman in the pool."

"Elatla."

"Elatla?"

"Her name is Elatla."

"You know her?"

"Yes, of course, she lives right here."

"Right. Ok. So. Elatla is a, a kelpie? And she likes blood?"

"Yes. Well, she certainly liked your blood. And she also seemed to like your--"

"Ooooookay. Moving on. You're a sprite. Which is a faerie, correct?"

Pesky tilted her head at him, and snapped at him. "I just told you." She didn't need to add the "dummy" at the end.

"Right. What do you keep doing to me with your voice?"

She grinned fiercely up at him, almost manically, and the words came drenched in wierdness. "My voice? Like this? When I talk to you so that you actually feel the world as it is?" With every word she emphasized, a blast of that feeling slammed through Atyr, tingles racing across his skin. His muscles tensed, and a heat grew in his core, and flowed down to his balls, which tightened, and to his cock, which leapt up, throbbing and hard, and to his mind, which fuzzed and blurred with desire.

"Is this what you mean?" she continued, and a string of sticky precum oozed from his tip, stretching down towards the ground. "You want to know about my Voice?"

A wave of pleasure crashed through the young man's body, dropping him helplessly to his knees. He realized, blearily, that he was no longer holding her, but he couldn't tell where she'd gone.

The feeling began to subside. Atyr was lying on his back in the grass, trying to figure out if the sky was always as vibrantly blue as it now seemed, and whether or not it was weird to find the color blue as arousing as he currently did.

Atyr felt a tiny weight land on his heaving chest, heard a giggle, and then the utterly normal voice of Pesky. "Hey. You've got questions? Ok. But, don't think you can control me. Alright?"

Through a clearing fog of lust, Atyr remembered that this small creature had driven off the green woman, the kelpie, that had nearly drowned him just yesterday.

Pesky continued, still in her casual, conversational tone. "I'm making you an offer. I want to help you." She smiled at him from where she stood on his chest, then fluttered into the air. "But if I choose, I can do whatever I want with you." The weird came back and lanced through him. He wanted that now. He wanted her to do whatever she wanted with him.

Everything in him tensed, and his back arched wildly off the ground. Her voice brought him right to the edge of orgasm, holding him there, throbbing, twitching, pulsing with lust and desire, letting him ride wave after wave of desperate need, before she finally released him and he collapsed back to the ground, shaking and twitching and dripping.

The tiny, pearlescent figure landed on the ground beside his head, and in the most normal voice he'd yet heard from her, she spoke into his ear. "So let's stand up, get all clean in that pool, and head into town. Ok, dummy?"

***

Head swimming with lust, body on the verge of overwhelming pleasure, Atyr felt he would do anything she wanted just then. Without making any decision, he nodded, stood, and slipped his muddy, naked form into the water of the pool.

"Deeper" she said in the weird voice. His cock dribbled helplessly, thick strands trailing down to the rippling surface, and he walked forward to the center of the eddy. The colder water just barely reached his balls and his desperately twitching penis, restoring some small amount of coherence to his thoughts.

Pesky hovered in front of his face. "Hmmm, I might have gone a little hard there. You're not going to be much use, are you? Should I have Elatla take care of it for you?"

He nodded, so aroused that even the risks of the kelpie seemed as nothing compared to his need to release the pressure within him. She studying his face, giggled, and then flew out over the water and slapped the surface several times with her miniature hand.

"Elatla! Come on up! I'm sorry about yesterday. Can you take care of him for me?"

Atyr had barely enough mind left to remember yesterday, but he recalled just enough to panic. He spun for the shore and began wallowing back frantically, when slim, strong hands wrapped around his torso from behind. He started to speak, but a pale green finger reached up and touched his lips, silencing him. He felt cool, wet breasts pressing into his back, as the kelpie held him tight from behind. The hand on his stomach began drifting lower, lower, teasing with its fingers, and all his fear and resistance boiled away into steaming lust. He pressed back into her.

The long fingers on his lips began tracing back and forth, before smoothly slipping into his mouth, sliding across his tongue. His eyes widened at first, but then fluttered and rolled back, and his lips closed around her.

Somewhere distant, he heard a high, flute-like voice saying firmly, "And do NOT eat him. I mean it!" Nothing important.

Then her face was pressed against his, leaning over his shoulder, and she was turning his head and kissing him, her long tongue replacing the fingers in his mouth, sliding around and around, across his teeth, his tongue, his gums. The hand slid down his chin and held his neck loosely. Her other hand traced lower, across his tight stomach, then lower still, just grazing the base of his cock. She pulled him back against her, grinding her hips hard against his ass, as her other hand on his neck squeezed just a bit. The tongue explored deeper, deeper, to the back of his mouth, and then slid down his throat. He choked a little, gagging at the novel sensation, but the hand on his neck squeezed harder, holding him in place. A strangled moan vibrated from his filled throat.

The fingers running themselves through his pubes traced slowly out to the tip of his cock. She rubbed her palm into the pre-cum coating his head, and began to squeeze and twist. He felt her push her hips forward against his ass once more. Within an instant, Atyr felt the orgasm begin to swell in his balls, and he moaned again, louder. Immediately, the tongue slipped free from his throat, the hands were gone from his neck and his cock, and the pressure of the grinding hips behind him vanished.

Atyr's eyes popped open and he gasped, balanced on the edge of a cliff, not sure if he was about to cum into the open air.

Then Elatla burst from the water in front of him, grabbing his ass once more and slamming him into her mouth, cock disappearing down her throat in one motion, her nose smashed against his stomach. He felt her swallowing around his shaft, milking him as she kept him buried deep in her face.

He came. He came and came. The power of the ruined orgasm the day before was as nothing to what he now felt. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful green face below him as he emptied endless spurts of his seed into that spasming throat. The kelpie's green-pearl eyes stared into his, until he saw them roll back in her head. Her eyelids fluttered and she gagged. Atyr saw his cum leak, dripping slowly from the corner of her mouth, but still she remained latched to him. Still he pumped her full, pulse after pulse.

He came down from the peak of the orgasm slowly, each throb weaker than the one before, the gushing jets becoming less, until only small drops oozed out with each clench of his drained balls. Finally, he softened in her throat, and his fat cock slid limply from her mouth to rest, still oozing cum, atop her barely conscious face.

A few moments passed, before a tiny voice chimed near his ear. "Well, normally you'd be dead right around now. Good thing you had me here to watch and make sure everything stayed safe and above the surface!"

Atyr's head spun slowly, trying to understand the words.

"Ahhh... dead?"

"Of course, dummy." A giggle. "Ok, now will you finally wash your dumb pants?"

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The reality of it all began to worm its way back into Atyr's sloshing mind, as he stared down at the partly glazed face of his would-be predator from the day before. She was rousing as well. Her green lips split wide into a devilish grin, revealing the double row of tiny, pointed teeth. The long tongue slid out and pulled his thick, floppy cock back into her mouth. He whimpered weakly as she cleaned him in one long, slow suck, letting the soft length pop out from between her lips and splash back into the water. She stared dreamily up at him as it floated beside her face.

"Hiiiiiiiiii. I'm Elatla. It's so veeeeery nice to meet you. Again." Her lips twisted at him, sinister, yet playful. Just a hint of a threat. There was not a hint of remorse, or even embarrassment in those shell-green eyes.

Atyr began to feel very uncomfortable once more, and backed up slightly. Elatla dropped her eyes to his cock, and watched mournfully as it moved away from her face. She looked up at him, her eyes now deep green whirlpools of enticement. "You don't want to go agaaaaain?"

"Not right now, Elatla." Peksy's voice chimed from over head. "Also, you can't possibly still be hungry."

The green eyes widened, and the long tongue slithered out. "Oh, I'm aaaaalways hungry. For boys like himmmmm." The kelpie moved lightly toward Atyr, who backed away now in earnest, splashing towards shore in a clumsy rush, until he stumbled into the bank and slipped down to land, seated, in the shallows. She laughed at him. "Plus, I didn't get to taste aaaaaall his fluids."

Pesky moved over to hover in front of Atyr. "Ew. 'Fluids.' What a word. But no, thank you, I think we're all set now. I need to get my adventurer cleaned up so we can head out. On his very first adventure."

Atyr, looking from the woman in the pool to the tiny woman in the air, wanted neither to be drained of all his fluids, nor to be dragged on whatever bizarre "adventure" this little sprite had in mind. He began to protest. Both women ignored him.

Elatla looked surprised. She stood up now, and walked over to stand in front of the pair. "Oooooh, an adventurer? Oh, oh really. Oh, I seeeeee." Atyr's eyes helplessly wandered up and down her dewy skin, entranced. He was suddenly grateful to be seated, water hiding his immediate physical reaction to her body. Elatla seemed perfectly aware nonetheless. She smiled at him, and turned around, swaying and swinging every soft, smooth portion of her anatomy that would swing. Snakelike, she slunk back to the center of the pool, pausing just as the water tickled the bottoms of her perfectly round cheeks, and looked back over her shoulder with a parting murmur. "If he's to be your adventurer, I guessssss I'll have to make suuuuure our next Encounter is more... formal."

She turned to face him, and sunk slowly down into the center of the eddy, pausing just before her head went under to slide two fingers into her mouth, sucking them, moaning slightly and staring straight into Atyr's wide, unblinking eyes. He swore he could almost feel her lips on him again. Then she was gone, only gentle ripples left. Atyr sat frozen for a long moment.

Pesky broke the silence. "Well! She's always like that. But she's nice enough, if you can keep it above the surface." Atyr shivered. He had a pretty good idea what happened if she managed to get someone beneath the surface. Pesky continued on. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up, and your pants washed, and we'll be on our way!"

Atyr remained sitting in the water, cheeks reddening. "I'm... I'm just gonna stay here a minute."

The Sprite began to roll her head around in impatience, then looked down at the muddy water hiding his lap.

"Really. Again? How do you have anything left?"

Atyr stared down, saying nothing.

"And honestly," the Sprite went on. "I just watched you cream-pie a Kelpie's face. Yesterday I watched you jizz buckets in your pants without anyone even touching you. And now you're embarrassed to be a little chubbed up in front of me? You're such a dummy."

Atyr kept staring. Spelled out like that, he couldn't really argue. But, the last day and a half had been a whirlwind of being thrown helplessly from situation to chaotic situation, completely out of his control. Something about just standing up of his own free will and revealing his embarrassingly hard cock just seemed... more pervy, somehow?

"Look. If you want me to stand up, at least look away, ok?"

"I'll watch you from here." She flew around behind him

"Go away, Pesky." He turned around. She was gone. He blinked, and searched around the clearing for some sign of her. Nothing.

He vaguely remembered something in childhood tales about faeries, and the power of knowing their names, and something about needing invitations; had he forced her to disappear? He looked around once more, decided sitting in the mud at the edge of the pool all day wasn't an option, and stood up.

With more than a hint of apprehension, he waded out just to mid-thigh, on the lookout for savagely arousing, greenish women, and began to splash water over his body, rinsing off the mud, as well as everything else that had accumulated on his skin. His cock still stood straight out, bouncing around comically as he cleaned himself. He couldn't resist a few extra strokes as he cleaned that portion of his anatomy, then just a few more, before he considered the possible, or maybe probable consequences of releasing any more of his 'fluids' into the water. He waded back to the bank, picked up the pants from where they still lay on the ground, and began washing those too, chafing them clean in the sunny water of the eddy. No kelpie grabbed at his ankles. No tiny, translucent sprite buzzed around his head.

He laid the pants to dry on a flat rock near his hide shelter, spread his cloak on the ground in the full sun, and dropped down on it with his pack He began pulling out bits and pieces of his remaining food supplies: a small piece of cheese, a hard travel biscuit, a pouch of roasted acorns. He looked at the blackthorn bushes at edge of the clearing, wondering if any more berries were ripe.

Returning with a respectable handful of the tart little fruits, he settled down to truly enjoy a nice, peaceful meal. For the first time since the morning before, he was beginning to feel slightly relaxed.

"Normally clothes-washing day is my favorite day to watch you," At the whispered voice in his ear. Atyr yelped and stumbled clumsily to one knee, eyes wild. "But we really do need to get going on our adventure." Pesky flitted around in front of him, something incredibly self-satisfied about the soft buzz of her wings.

"Fates!" Atyr stood up angrily. "I told you to leave! I used your name!"

Pesky just smiled angelically at him, hovering now in front of his face.

Atyr stood, trying to look dignified and imposing, which was tricky while standing nude in the middle of a picnic. He cleared his throat with a growl, and spoke, loudly and clearly.

"Go, Pesky. Leave here, and leave me in peace. Pesky, I command you with your name!" With the last word, he pointed imperiously at the small sprite. She drifted slightly up and down in the air, still placidly smiling at him. Atyr tried again, voice more tentative. "I have your name. Leave this place, Pesky. You are not welcome!"

A warm breeze gentled rustled through the leaves overhead. The ripples of the eddy lapped lazily at the bank. The sprite turned a slow backwards somersault in the air, and then stared at him.

"Seriously?"

Incredibly, Atyr felt more embarrassed now than he had soaking his pants in jizz in front of this sprite yesterday. "I- it. I used your name before... you disappeared..." He mumbled his way to silence, looking now at anything other than the small woman just an arms length from his face.

"I cannot lie." She said, a giggle in her tiny voice.

"... But you can deceive. Right."

"It was a very nice show that you gave me. I liked the part where you almost decided to jerk off into Elatla's pool." Atyr swallowed and looked awkwardly up at sky. Pesky fluttered up into his field of view. She looked at him pointedly. "That probably would have been dumb."

Atyr stared at the infuriating little sprite. He carefully picked up his uneaten meal, and placed it on the rock next to his drying pants. He wrapped himself in the cloak. It was rough against his skin, and uncomfortably hot on such a sunny summer day, but if there was anything the young man craved more than food right now, it was modesty. Silent, he sat beside the rock, sweating but covered, and began to eat.

Pesky made repeated bids for his attention, talking about adventure, and many things he didn't understand; Classes and Levels and Abilities. He ignored all of it, refusing to even let himself consider whatever it was she thought she was offering him. She even resorted to using her weirding voice on him, but Atyr knew what to expect now, and having had the most powerful orgasm of his entire life just a half hour before, he was as prepared as he could be to ignore the swells of pleasure. His breathing became heavy at times, and he was sure his face was flushed, but he kept his throbbing penis hidden under the cloak, pretended to ignore the Sprite's existence, and ate his meal.

He stood. He felt the pants. Still damp, but they could finish drying as he walked. He looked at the cut on his thigh, considering whether it was worth cutting a strip of his cloak for a bandage. It was small, shallow, and already scabbing over. It was fine.

Now, at last, he acknowledged his nagging companion.

"Look. I don't know what you want. I don't understand anything you're talking about. I don't want to go on whatever adventure you have planned. Go by yourself. Go with someone else. Take Elatla. I don't care. I have one thing I want. I want to build my cabin. I want to finish it before the frost comes. I am going to town now, and I am going by myself." Pesky made some dismissive noises and began to talk but he cut her off. "If you follow me, I will ignore you. If you talk to me, I will ignore you. If you use your... your voice on me, I'm sure you can have your effect on me. Ok. So I'll get hard. You like seeing me hard? Fine. Great. Maybe you can make me cum in my pants again. That was awesome. I loved being humiliated like that. Thanks. I guess I can't ignore it if you use your fae whatever to force my body to respond, but Fates take me if I won't try. And then I'll keep walking to town. And I'll walk back. And I'll build this cabin. And you won't stop me. I choose my own way."

The tiny figure had stopped fluttering, landing softly on his pack. She was staring at him, motionless for the first time since he had met her.

Atyr felt some small hint of guilt. "Look. Thank you for saving me. I would have died without you. I know that." He paused for a moment, then shook his head suddenly. "But honestly, the only reason I was bleeding in that luckless pool in the first place is because you startled me with your fae-cursed... thing you do and made me break my hatchet! But thanks, I guess. You could have let me die, whether or not it was your fault to begin with."

The Sprite's shoulders lifted slightly, a hopeful posture to her tiny frame. Atyr shook his head.

"I'm going to town. I'm coming back here. I'm going to live my life like the past two days didn't happen, and I'm going to do it without you."

He stared straight at her, and spoke softly, slowly, and clearly.

"I don't like you, Pesky. Leave me alone."

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***Thanks so much for reading chapter three! Chapter four will be up in a few days.***

---Scry Bells