Sparks Ch. 03

They walked back to the house, discussing what "magic" she could possibly have written about, but of course, they could come up with nothing at all. They carried the picnic basket into the house, set it on the table, and went straight to Maeve's bedroom.

They opened her closet. Hung neatly in the closet were a robe and two dresses; the robe a deep burgundy color, the dresses, one yellow, one dark green. They would have come to her mid calf, and were both decorated with small red flowers -- they both remembered her wearing them at one time or another -- and apart from color were identical to the blue dress she had been wearing the night she passed. Erin reached in and felt the material -- it was completely opaque, but it was so light and thin, it almost felt non-existent. In the bottom of the closet was a single pair of work boots that seemed out of place. The carpet at the back was slightly off-color, with the corner sticking up slightly. Finn got down on hands and knees and reached in, grabbed the upturned corner, and lifted.

The entire back corner of the closet floor came up, the carpet having been glued to it. The hole in the floor was about two feet square. Leaning the carpeted floor against the wall, he looked in, and, as promised, a small copper box sat in it.

It looked very old, a greenish patina testifying to its age, but it was smooth and shiny, as though from constant handling. The entire surface was covered with engraving, not words or pictures, but swirls and loops and lines of vines and leaves. It had two hinges and a small clasp, but no handles.

He picked it up out of its cubbyhole, and set it on the floor between them. Erin sat on the floor next to him. "It's beautiful," she said.

He nodded. "It feels empty."

"Open it, then."

Finn released the clasp, and raised the lid. Inside were two white dice, and a letter that was several pages long, and a small, pale blue envelope. He picked up the letter, and Erin reached in and retrieved the dice. She rolled them experimentally in her hand, but they seemed perfectly normal.

Finn began to read the letter aloud.

Erin and Finn. It is time for you to believe in magic. Each of you take a die, and roll it in the copper box.

They did as instructed. Finn rolled a 2, Erin rolled a 3. The same numbers the other dice rolled in the meadow. They looked at each other; Finn said, "it could have been a fluke." He went back to the letter.

Now take the die, and roll them on the floor, outside the box.

They both rolled a 6.

Now take the die, and roll them in the box again.

A 2 and a 3.

Whatever numbers you rolled at your picnic, are the numbers that will roll in the box, no matter how many times you try.

They rolled them several times, and got the same result with each try. They shared a look of disbelief. Erin finally said, "how can this be happening? Keep reading!"

This has been a simple demonstration, so that you'll believe in magic. Take the blue envelope with you, put the dice back in the box, and the box back in its place. Then, sit down in a comfortable chair, and continue reading.

Placing the dice back in the box, and the box back in its compartment, Finn put the floor back over it, then they went into the front room and sat side by side on the couch.

Finn continued reading the letter.

Magic is all around you. Most people can't see it, and never will, but you two are special. You were both sent to me to foster, so that you would be able to see it. The pair of you are meant to nurture it. The magic here is centered around the meadow, although it permeates everywhere. There are many meadows like this, all around the world. They all look different. Many of them have become unremarkable in their appearance, but they are all important. They help balance the interactions between man and nature, between the seen and the unseen, between the known and the unknown. In short, they are necessary for the continuation of life as we know it. They are mostly self-sufficient, but having caretakers here and there helps with the health of them all, as they are interconnected in a great web around the globe. The two of you were carefully selected at a very young age. You are both orphans with no family. I raised the two of you to be caretakers, to take my place at the right time. You were carefully shielded from the magic, although the very young sometimes sense things you lose the ability to see as you get older. Over the coming days, your Sight will be restored.

Finn stopped reading and look at Erin. "Is this for real? I mean, the dice seem to prove it. Maybe?

She looked just as confused as he did. "It all sounds like a fantasy novel. But the dice are at least a sign of something going on. Are you willing to see where this leads?"

"I think so," he replied. "Are you?"

"I think so, too." She nodded at the letter.

Finn turned it to the next page and continued to read.

Erin -- as a woman, your Sight will return quicker than a man. In fact, though you probably did not realize it at the time, you had the beginnings of the Sight almost as soon as you arrived here. I suspect you do not remember anything about it, but you may, in the next few days. Because your Sight will be easier to reawaken, we will begin the process of enabling Finn's Sight first, as I saw no manifestations of it in him as a child.

Finn -- as a man, your Sight will be slower to return, but I am sure it will. While you showed no signs of it at the time, I have been assured it is there.

Finn looked up. "Assured by whom?" He continued reading.

A man's Sight is different from a woman's, in subtle ways. Tonight, you must begin the awakening process. The Sight is inextricably entwined with nature, but it is a nature you haven't seen before. I think that is enough revealed for now. Please trust me. You'll know what to do when the time comes.

There was that phrase again, 'you'll know what to do when the time comes.'

Tonight's task is for Finn, and Finn alone. Before you begin, please enjoy a good dinner. After dinner, please go back to your respective bedrooms, and close the doors. Finn, open the blue envelope, and follow the instructions written within. Erin, you must remain in your room until you hear the sound of the back door. After that, please enjoy a quiet evening in the house, but please do not leave the house before the sun is fully up. You may sit on the porch, but go no further. You have nothing to fear, you will be untroubled. As one more demonstration of the reality of magic, there is one last thing to do. Please take each other's hand.

Almost shyly, Finn took Erin's left hand in his right.

Now, together, say "I believe."

With puzzled looks on their faces, they squeezed each other's hand, and said, "I believe." The letter exploded in a silent shower of light. They both jumped at the unexpected disappearance and display -- Erin even let out a slight "Eep!"

"Okay," Finn said, "if we didn't believe it before, that settles it, for me. Surprising, to say the least."

"I'm just as surprised as you. How could I not be?" She smiled at him and took his other hand. "Let's believe."

"I've already started." He looked at his watch. "It's almost dinner time, the picnic was just an appetizer." Pulling her up, they walked into the kitchen.

Dinner was the most lighthearted thing they shared since Maeve's death. Not realizing they had been carrying it, they felt like a burden had been lifted off their shoulders. Before long, dinner was done, and the dishes cleaned.

They sat silently for a few moments, then Finn said, "I suppose I need to open this." He nodded at the blue envelope on the table. "You'll be all right?"

"Granny said I would in the letter, so, yes, I think I'll be fine. I wonder what's in there."

"I guess it's time I found out. From the tone, it seems we won't see each other again before morning."

She rose and pulled him up by a hand. "That's what it sounds like."

They went up the stairs. She turned left, and he turned right. "Good night," they said, simultaneously. Then they went into their rooms and closed the doors.

Finn took a deep breath, and opened the envelope. Inside, much as he expected, was yet another letter.

Finn. Tonight will be different than anything you have ever experienced. I will go so far as to say it will be eye opening. Do not talk to Erin the rest of the evening. Whatever you experience tonight, no matter what it is, do not share any of it with Erin. She will experience something similar tomorrow, and she must remain ignorant of what is to take place. First, go to your closet. Inside you will find a chest. Bring it out and open it. Go ahead and do that now before you continue reading.

Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves, he lay the letter down on the bed, and moved to the closet. He opened the door to find a wooden chest, intricately carved and painted with vines and leaves, similar in design to the copper box. The chest was much larger than the box, and had handles on each end, and a hasp at the front.

He picked the chest up and set it on the bed next to the letter. Opening it, he peered inside. Sitting on top were a pair of simple leather sandals, almost like moccasins, that somehow looked very old. He picked them up to find that they were far more supple than they appeared. They were very soft, and very short, looking like they would barely come up to his ankle bone.

Next was what at first looked like a silk sheet, but when he removed it, he found it to be a gown, nearly as long as he was tall. It had holes for the neck and the arms, but had no sleeves. It was incredibly thin, and in fact he could faintly see his hand through it. It felt incredibly smooth in his hands, far smoother than any silk he had ever held.

Beneath the gown was a woolen blanket of the darkest red. It was not heavy, and while he didn't know a lot about wool, it was extremely fine, smooth, and luxurious, and did not at all have the scratchy feeling he was used to with wool.

There was nothing else in the chest. He picked the letter back up.

You will spend tonight at the meadow. You will not be troubled by animals or insects, rain or cold, or the visits of neighbors. Make your bed beneath the Ash tree. You do not need to hurry, but you must be there before full dark. Wear the gown and the leather sandals, and nothing else. Wear no jewelry, no watch, absolutely nothing but the two garments provided. You may lay the blanket on the grass, or not, as you wish, but take it with you. Put the chest back in your closet. Whatever happens, even if some of it is unsettling, you will come to no harm, this I can promise. Erin will be safe here, as well. Believe! ~ Maeve

He wasn't sure what to think. Looking at his watch, and glancing out the window, he figured he had a little over an hour before dark. He took his watch off and laid it on the bedside table -- he wore no other jewelry. Next, he took off his shoes, then socks, and slid them under the bed. Shirt and shorts soon followed, and last, his boxer briefs, all folded neatly and placed in a drawer in the dresser.

He lifted the gown up and settled it over his head. It was not overly tight, but it was definitely a snug fit, yet despite that, it almost felt like he was wearing nothing at all. All in all, it fit him perfectly. Sitting down, he pulled the leather sandals on. They fit him like they had been molded to his feet, and were astonishingly comfortable. Standing up, he looked at himself in the mirror in the room. "This looks slightly ridiculously," he whispered to himself. He could see the outline of his penis pushing against the gown -- not obscene, but definitely noticeable. As he noticed when he first picked it up, while not completely transparent, it did show the shadows of what was beneath it.

Picking up the woolen blanket, he looked at himself one last time in the mirror. "No reason to wait, I suppose," he thought to himself. He opened the door to his bedroom, stepped into the hallway, and closed the door behind him. He went down the stairs, noticing after the first few steps that his feet made no sound -- not even the creak of the floor boards disturbed the silence. He walked through the kitchen, and out the back door, the clatter of the wooden screen door closing behind him loud to his ears.

The feel of the gown sliding against his cock with every step was sensuous and arousing. So much so, it occupied his mind for the entire walk to the meadow.

Erin sat nervously in her room, the house very quiet. She thought she heard faint sounds from Finn's room, but nothing she could identify. After 10 or 15 minutes, she heard the door to his room open and close, but no footsteps. A few moments later, she heard the back screen door close, and knew she could leave the room.

She stepped out of her room and went to the window at the end of the upstairs hall that faced the back yard. She saw Finn striding up the path, wearing a gown? Carrying a blanket? And, was it transparent? Well, not transparent, but close. She thought she could see his backside through it. "He has a nice ass," she thought to herself. The thought was immediately followed with another, "where did that come from from?" He was certainly a good looking guy, but he was her brother. She felt herself get red. Why was he dressed that way?

Feeling thoroughly confused, she went down the stairs into the kitchen, and looked up the path where it wound through the trees. He was already out of sight. She continued to watch the empty path for a moment, then she decided to follow the advice -- have a relaxing evening.

She went back upstairs and retrieved her Kindle, then came down to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. There was one whole grocery box full of wine, all good wine, that they had put up. As she poured, it occurred to her that none of the wine in the box was even sold in their little town. She wondered where it came from.

She went to the porch and sat in the swing reading. Hours passed, until she realized she was tired. It was past 10. She put her wine glass on the counter, went upstairs, and got ready for bed. Before she even realized it, she was nude and sitting on the bed, which was odd, because she never really slept in the nude. For some reason, clothes had felt too constricting the last few nights.

Despite the surprises and whirlwind of the day, or perhaps because of it, she was soundly asleep in moments.

Finn walked into the glade carrying the blanket as the sun was starting to slip below the mountains to the west. He went to spread the blanket out at the base of the Ash tree, and he noticed that Maeve's ashes, spread just hours ago, were nowhere to be seen -- it was if they had been absorbed into the earth.

He decided not to think it over too much. With the blanket arranged, and the sandals removed, he sat down with his back to the tree. Before long he realized the gown was a little too restrictive to sit easily, so he hiked it up to his waist to be more comfortable. He sat there enjoying the feeling of the warm evening air gently moving over his cock and balls. It almost felt like the air was caressing him, and he felt himself start to thicken, but it was just a pleasant pressure, and he didn't get fully erect.

The sun went behind the hills, and with it came the twilight of the mountains. He suddenly felt thirsty, so he stood up and walked to the pool. They had drunk from it many times growing up, and he knew the water was clean and clear.

He knelt down at the waters' edge, cupped his hand, and drank from it. As he remembered, the water was the best tasting water he had ever had. When children, it had always invigorated them, they always seemed to have more energy for play after drinking it, but tonight he suddenly felt very sleepy. Moving back to the blanket, he lay down. As it truly began to get dark, his only discomfort was the gown itself, so he removed it completely, folded it, and used it as a pillow. Naked on the blanket, he lay on his back and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When the last faint glimmer of the sun's light was gone, and with the darkness of a new moon, the stars seemed to shine brighter than normal. There were no clouds. The two fairies looked out of the knot in the Ash tree at the sleeping Finn.

The female of the two said, "I hope he's ready." Her wings kept moving in excitement.

The male closed his eyes, and was still for a moment. Opening them back up, he looked at her and said, "he is. At midnight, begin awakening his Sight. You must be alone with him, I will go keep watch over the other."

The female had a big grin on her beautiful face. "Keep watch?" She punctuated the question with air quotes.

"Yes," he said. "Tonight is not for her. That is tomorrow. You remember what you must do?"

"Of course," she said, without hesitation, a more serious look on her perfect face.

"Very well. Remember. Midnight, not a moment before." He flew out and across the meadow toward the house, out of sight.

The female sat, waiting impatiently for midnight.

The male flew quickly across the meadow, down the path, and up to Erin's window. As always in the summer, the windows were open against the heat. He flew through the open window and up to the curtain rod, where he sat silently in the darkness. As had happened to him ever since she became an adult, he slowly became aroused looking at her sleeping form. No other human caused this reaction in him -- this was how he knew she was the right one, just as the other fairy had the same reaction to Finn. He sat idly fondling himself -- not bringing himself to orgasm, just enjoying the feeling, without a lot of stimulation.

On the bed, Erin began breathing louder, and after a few minutes, she awoke. She had dreamt of a man, naked, running his hands up and down his own body, beautiful and erect. He had no face. She had never had a dream like this, not even close. She realized she was suddenly horny, and wondered what brought all this on.

The male fairy stopped fondling himself. He reached up with his hand, and rubbed one of his wings, until he had the slightest coating of dust on it, almost like when someone brushed a moth's wings. Silently, he flew over the top of her bed and let the dust fall on her.

Taking a deep breath, Erin was suddenly much calmer. She took a drink of water from beside the bed, and lay back down. Before long, she was back asleep.

"Tomorrow, young lady. Tomorrow will be your night. For now, rest well." The fairy flew back to the curtain rod, and sat silent and still for the rest of the night.

Finn awoke to the feeling of being watched. The letter had said he would be safe, but he had the unmistakable feeling of eyes upon him.

He suddenly realized he was no longer on the blanket, he could feel the grass directly beneath his back. Opening his eyes, he sat up and realized several things all at once. First, he hadn't moved, he was still in the same spot -- the blanket, however was no longer under him. He wasn't sure where it could have gone. Second, he couldn't move his legs. They were spread slightly, not uncomfortably so, and it felt like they were held in place by mere blades of grass wrapped around his ankles. The only light was from the stars, so it was difficult to tell for sure. Third, he was not alone.

Sitting on the ground directly between his feet was a small creature. Had she been standing, she would have been about the height of his hand, from the base of the palm to the tip of his fingers. Here eyes seemed to pick up the every bit of starlight and reflect it back at him. She didn't exactly glow in the dark, but she seemed more visible than she should have in the low light. She had faintly green wings, much like a dragonfly. She was otherwise human looking -- she might have been the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She was sitting cross-legged on the grass, he knees wide, and she was totally, wonderfully, naked.

"Hello," she said in a small voice.

"Hello," he answered. He was at a serious loss for words. He felt his adrenaline spike.

"I won't hurt you," she said, a teasing lilt to the word 'hurt' clearly enunciated.

"Why are my feet tied?" It was the first question that popped into his mind.

"So you won't run away. You can't untie them, so don't try." Her voice seemed far too cheerful for the circumstances. He reflexively pulled at his legs, but neither would move. "I told you," she said in her happy little voice. "The boys always try to run away. Your name is Finn." It was not a question.

"Yes, it is. What is your name?" Given the circumstances, it seemed polite to ask, and besides, he couldn't think of anything else to say. Calling this encounter 'unusual' was an epic understatement.

"Aoife." She pronounced it like "Ee-Fuh".

"May I ask, what are you? Am I dreaming?"

She smiled widely. "Well, you can call me a fairy, if you like. We prefer to be called a 'Spark', but I haven't heard us called that in, oh, forever it seems. No, you're not dreaming. This is going very well, by the way."

He looked at her in astonishment for a few seconds. "It is going well? What does that mean? What is it, exactly, that is going so well? And, if you'll untie my legs, I promise not to run away."

Aoife giggled. "I'll untie you when we're done. Certainly by morning, you must go back to Erin at dawn. What do I mean by going well? Well... first and most important, you can see me. You saw me right away, I didn't have to go to extremes to make you see me. So, that's a good sign. You have the ability to gain your Sight. Also, you're cute!"

He felt himself flush, feeling every bit as naked as he was at the moment. "You'll untie me when we're done? Done doing what?"

"Fully awakening your Sight. At least, I hope it's not fully awakened yet. We'll pretend it's not, even if it is. It will be fun for me, too, when we awaken it." He could faintly see her wings twitch.

The words she used registered on him. "What do you mean by 'too'? Fun for you 'too'? Is this supposed to be fun for me, being tied up?"

She laughed -- it sounded to him almost like faint little bells. "For lack of a better word. Let me just say you won't hate it." She giggled again.

He was beginning to get uncomfortable sitting with his ankles firmly attached to the ground. "Do you mind if I lay back down?"

"The sooner, the better," she said as she stood up. She looked at him expectantly as he stared at her. "Well? Are you going to lay down?"

"This is all part of what Maeve was telling us in her letters, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course. Feel like lying down yet?"

He sighed, and laid back on the grass.

"There, that's better. Comfy?" She flew up and landed on his chest. He could feel her tiny little toes on his skin.

He folded his fingers together and placed his hands behind his head, resting on the ground. "Yes, I'm comfy. Or at least, more so."

"That's good. How long this take depends entirely on you. Let me explain to you what we're going to do."

Finn was glad he was finally going to get an actual answer.

"In order to fully awaken your Sight, you must put aside everything from your mind that is not of nature. That is why you were give the gown and the leather shoes to wear, and the woolen blanket -- they are totally from nature. That is why you were not allowed to bring that mechanical thingy you wear on your wrist.

"You mean my watch."

"Yes, that. You must be fully in the moment, focused on yourself. Not 'inward,' as in, your mind, but 'yourself.' Your physical self. You must feel it from your head to your toes, but more importantly, the central thing that makes you important to the tasks ahead of you."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

Aoife skipped from his chest, down his stomach, and took hold of his manhood in both hands. "This!"

Startled, Finn tried to sit up, but realized in addition to his ankles, his wrists were also now tied to the ground by strands of grass. "Wait, what? Okay, I'm definitely focused. Is that it? Can you untie me now?" His mind desperately hoped that's all there was to it, but another part of him hoped it wasn't. That part of him began to swell, despite any efforts to the contrary.

"You are not focused yet. You think you are, but you are not. You keep thinking of me, and being tied up, and Erin." At the mention of her name, his cock twitched. "Your entire focus must be there. That is why I am here."

"Why you're here? I don't understand this."

"You will understand more and more in the next few days. A lot more tonight, certainly, but not all. Are you ready to begin focusing?"

"Focusing? How?"

"Hush. Focus. Enjoy." Aoife began caressing his cock, running her hands up and down underneath the helmet. Her hands were tiny, and she could just grasp the sides, but her touch was electric. More than electric, there was a tingling sensation that seemed to come out of her touch directly into his nerve endings that was particularly intense.

He tried to pick his head up and look, but she ran her tongue up as much of the length as she could reach, and he lay his head back down on his bound hands. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, the eroticism of what was happening beyond his control. His dick was now pointing straight up to the sky, and Aoife was sitting on his balls, her legs wrapped around his shaft.

"Starting to focus?" She paused her ministrations for a brief moment, then started back immediately licking and rubbing.

He was fully aroused, and he could feel himself starting to leak precum. Aoife noticed as well, and reaching up, she began rubbing it up and down his cock. She had to stand on his balls and reach as high as she could to touch the tip. Finally satisfied with the coating, she once again wrapped herself around him, legs and arms alike, and began sliding up and down his cock. She would jump up and grab the tip, wrap herself around it, and allow herself to slide down, kneading with her hands as she went.

After a number of her acrobatic moves, the feelings became more and more intense. "Focusing yet?" Her question didn't immediately register with him, but he eventually mumbled a "yes". He was unable to focus on anything else at the moment, which despite him being unable to realize it, was the intent. Her next slide down, instead of jumping immediately back to the top, she sat herself on his balls and began rubbing her pussy against his cock. Then, in an unexpected move, she began vibrating her wings against his balls. The sensation was both unique and incredible. It was far more intense than anything he had ever felt.

"Aoife? I'm getting close." He suddenly felt the absence of the Spark, and opened his eyes, to see her land on the tip of his cock, her legs spread wide. With her legs wrapped around him, she began to vigorously rub her pussy against the tip his cock, sliding up and down, and side to side. She would periodically reach down lick him, and she continued to slide her hands up and down the sensitive underside.

"Not yet! Not yet!" Her voice was a squeak, and he could hear her wings buzzing. She gyrated on him a few more seconds, then he felt her start to vibrate as she orgasmed.

The sensation of her vibrating was the last straw. He grunted, lifted his hips off the ground, and sprayed. Aoife, in the throes of her own orgasm, wrapped herself around the head of his dick, her tiny erect nipples against his tip. His first shot of sperm was redirected by her body and went all over them in a shower, but the second one pushed her completely off his cock, into the air, and she landed in a sodden mess on his belly button. His body spasmed quite a few more times, each one squeezing another glob out and all over him, from his thighs to his chest.

Finn lay there breathing heavily for a few moments, then looked down at the Spark. She lay on her side coated in cum, laying in a puddle of it, her wings tight against her back. He lay back and felt his muscles relaxing. He could feel the last of his semen oozing slowly down his cock.

Realization slowly dawned -- he looked back down at Aoife. He could see her clearly now, every detail, even in the faint starlight. Her snow white hair, the small point to her ears. Here nipples were still sticking out, and he could even see that her tiny pussy was slightly swollen. She opened her eyes and sat up on his stomach and looked at him. He could see the stars reflecting in her eyes. She stood up on his stomach, and smiled. "Enjoy that? I know I did. Back in a sec."

She jumped up, and he watched her wing her way to the pool. Without slowing down, from about six feet in the air, she gracefully put herself into a dive, arms outstretched, wings flat against her sides, and plunged vertically into the pool with a barely audible "plop".

He realized he was no longer bound to the ground. He sat up and caught his breath for a minute, then he got up and went to the pool. He could see everything clearly, even in the dark. The pool, the trees, every blade of grass. He could even make out the sandy bottom of the water, even though it was faint. It wasn't as though it was light out, it was still very dark -- he could just see.

He stepped into the pool, and was reminded that, despite it being a hot early summer, the fresh flowing water was still quite chilly. He quickly washed himself off, then stepped out and walked back to the tree. When he got there, the blanket was exactly where he had put it earlier, with no sign it had ever moved. Another mystery for his overloaded brain. The air was still warm, and he was quickly drying off. After a few moments, Aoife swooped in front him about 10 feet away, and hovered in the air. He looked at her questioningly, and said, "I didn't expect that, and I'm not ungrateful, but was that really necessary?" He sat down with his back against the tree, his knees pulled to his chest.

Aoife flew up to him, put her hands between his knees, and shoved them apart. She pushed one knee until it was down and he was sitting cross-legged, much as she had a while before. He felt exposed again, but at this point there was no point in modesty. She landed on one knee, assumed the same position, and looked at him.

"Yes, it was. It's really not the orgasm that unlocks it, it's that moment just before the orgasm, when you feel yourself starting to tip over the edge and it's too late to stop. I can tell it worked, because you could see me just now, when I hovered out there. You wouldn't have been able to, before. We can hide from anyone without the Sight, when we desire, and I was trying to hide from anyone without the Sight. We can't hide from someone with the Sight. Right before you climaxed, your total focus was on yourself, without any external input of any kind. No sight, no sound, not even any sense of touch. Just as we needed. For those adults with the ability to have the Sight, (and not many do), it has the effect of waking it up. And once it's fully awake, it never goes away." She giggled again. "The orgasm is just a fun benefit."

Finn reflected on her words for a few minutes. "How many have this Sight? And, you said adults, what about children?"

"Very few people have Sight. Worldwide there are probably less than a hundred. It's more rare now than it's ever been. When we were young, quite a few had it. It's funny. Most girls are born with it, but gradually lose it quickly, before they can talk -- some retain it until around the age of 6 or 7, but those are very rare. Most of them can never regain it. Boys almost never have it when young, but just as many of them as girls can gain it as adults."

"What do you mean, when you were young? You're not young?" He suddenly blushed furiously. "You don't look old enough to do, you know, what we just did. And, who is 'we'?"

She giggled again -- he liked the sound of it. "Let's just say I'm far older than you can imagine. Thank you, though, for the compliment. You're sweet. We is all of us creatures that you would call 'magical'. Mostly it's my partner, his name is Aengus. You'll meet him soon. Okay. Time for bed." She smiled sweetly at him. She flew up, planted a tiny kiss on his lips, and flew into the knot on the Ash tree. "Sleep tight," she said as she disappeared.

He suddenly felt himself getting very sleepy. The gown was still folded into the pillow on the blanket. He lay his head down on it, and was asleep almost instantly. His sleep was deep and dreamless.

When next Finn opened his eyes, it was still dark, but there was the faintest hint of the sun in the east. There was a pleasant sensation at his groin, and he looked down to see Aoife once again astride his erection, sliding her pussy back and forth, one hand rubbing her clit. How long she had been there he couldn't say, but he must have slept through part of it because before he got even close, she vibrated with her own orgasm, and lay down across his dick.

"Now that I have this Sight thing, is this part of the perks? Having a fairy -- sorry, a Spark -- obsessed with my dick? Or is that it? I can see fairies? Er, Sparks, sorry. That's all this secrecy is about?"

Aoife squirmed on his knee. "No, there's a lot more to it than just that. You'll find more and more as time goes by."

She giggled, and he could feel the little points of her erect nipples squirming against the head of his cock. It felt good. She raised her head, and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Your manhood is very nice. Would you like me to take care of you? It's only fair." Before he could reply, she sat on him and began to caress him again, licking the tip. When she ran her tiny fingers down the slit of his cock, the sensation was unbelievable. She began running both hands around the head, and the electric tingling sensation returned from the night before -- it was far more intense than her diminutive touch should allow. Far sooner than he expected he erupted again. This time she was ready for it and was able to avoid a second cum bath.

She run her fingers one more time up the length of his cock. "There is one side effect. It tends to make you horny. Or, maybe not necessarily horny, but rather, more sexually aware? Or, more accurately, more aware of your sexuality? More attuned to things of a sexual nature?" She paused for a second in thought. "Okay, well -- I guess horny is as good a description as any."

He lay there in the afterglow, but she didn't let him lay there for long. "Okay, Mister Pretty Dick. You need to get back to the house before the sun is up. Go get cleaned up."

He groaned, but he got up and went back to the pool. He took a deep drink then cleaned up again, and walked back to the blanket. After putting the shoes and the gown back on, the corner of the blanket caught his eye. Underneath was a pink envelope; it had definitely not been there the night before. He folded the blanket, then looked at the envelope. On the outside, printed in delicate calligraphy, was Erin's name. He knew better than to read it.

He looked around but didn't see Aoife. Carrying the envelope and the blanket, he walked back to the house.

Aoife was sitting on a low branch in the Ash tree when the male fairy came back. He sat down next to her. She turned, sat directly in his lap, pushed her chest against his, and kissed him.

He smiled at her. "I take it it went well?" He kissed her back. She squirmed happily in his lap.

"Yes, and no. He has his Sight, but I think it is weak."

"He will learn."

The sun was not yet up, but it was getting light when Finn walked through the back door into the kitchen. He walked soundlessly up the stairs to his bedroom and closed the door. Setting the envelope on the bed, he took off the gown and the shoes, and put them and the blanket back in the chest in the closet. He felt surprisingly fresh, despite the long night. He took his normal clothes out of the dresser and put them on. After wearing nothing all night, it felt almost abrasive to be wearing clothes. He started to put his watch back on, but he set it back down again and left it. He couldn't exactly way why.

He picked up the envelope for Erin and opened the door to go down to the kitchen. She opened her door at the same time, her hair still disheveled from sleep. He thought she looked amazing.

"Good morning," she said, her voice soft. "I know you're not supposed to talk about it. Are you okay?"

He felt himself blush; she couldn't possibly miss it. Clearing his throat, he said, "I'm fine." Then he smiled, trying to keep it light. "No, I can't talk about any of it. I'll just say, it was nothing I expected." Another blush moved swiftly up his neck and to his face. "Um, this is for you." He held the envelope out to her.

She took the envelope and opened it. There were two envelopes, and a note. One envelope was labeled "Finn", and she handed it to him -- the other was not addressed. Her note said:

Erin; As you are reading this, Finn has completed his first task. Yours will come this evening. Until then, enjoy your day. At 6 PM, open your other envelope. ~ Maeve

Finn was both puzzled and curious -- he had thought he was done for the day, but here was another note.

Finn; You have gained your Sight. Your task for today will be about learning to use it. Have breakfast with Erin -- keep last night to yourself! After breakfast, go to the spring house alone. You will begin there. ~ Maeve

He looked at Erin. "Breakfast?"

She smiled. "Yes, I don't start until this evening. You?"

"I have time for breakfast, but then it would seem I have more to do."

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Finn knew he couldn't talk about what took place, and every time he thought about it he would blush furiously. His eyes were continuously drawn to Erin, and every time he saw her beauty, he would smile, and blush again. Erin, for her part, couldn't help but notice it. She asked him again, "are you sure you're okay?" He just looked at her and nodded, and blushed yet again. She wasn't really sure why, but she found it cute.

Breakfast over, Finn left Erin in the house and walked to the spring house, ducked his head and entered. It was early, but it was already a hot, muggy day, and the interior was pleasingly cool. He closed the door behind him. The only light was from the little window in the door, but he could still see clearly.

A buzzing sound above his head drew his attention, and he looked up to see Aoife sitting on the rafter above his head. He couldn't help but notice how alluring she looked. A part of him wondered why he was so sexually attracted to such a tiny, non-human creature, but the thought was fleeting.

"Good morning again. Are you ready to begin your training?"

"May I ask a question first?"

"Of course," she said. Her legs kept swinging back and forth as they dangled above him.

"Why all this secrecy? Why all these different steps and tasks and such? And, how did Maeve fit in with all this?"

The little fairy leaned over and lay down full length on the rafter, her head in her hands, her delicious derriere and its perfect curves proudly displayed, her wings slowly waving back and forth over her back. "Pick one," she said.

"I'm sorry?"

"Pick one. You said you had 'a' question. That was three. Pick one." She giggled, and her cute little ass bounced up and down.

"Okay. Um... well, I guess, why the secrecy?"

"Just teasing, I'll answer all three of them." Her giggle was almost infectious. "But only those three! For now. So. The secrecy is because only those that know about the Sight should know it even exists. Or us Sparks, and all the other magical creatures. If you didn't have the Sight, and someone told you there was a fairy sitting on the rafter above your head, would you believe them?"

"No, I don't suppose I would. Before last night, I would have thought they were crazy."

"Exactly! Now -- the different steps -- you learned math, right? You probably learned to count before you could write. Then you learned to add. Then multiply. You didn't jump straight from drooling in your bib to algebra."

He had to laugh at that. "Very true. And Granny?"

"Maeve's story is a little more complex than that. I can't tell you everything yet, suffice it to say she had the Sight, and very strongly at that. In fact, she had it her whole life, it never had to be awakened in her. Like I did with you last night." She smiled, and stuck her tongue out at him, then she ran it around her lips suggestively. "It's not slipping, is it?"

He felt himself blush again. He seemed to be doing that a lot since yesterday. "My training?" The conversation needed redirecting.

"Yes, your training," she said. She sat up, ran her hands up and over her tiny nipples, and stretched. "Where were we?"

He was trying diligently to not get hard. It was a struggle. "I don't know -- you tell me."

"Training, training. Yes. So. The Sight is much more than just being able to see me. It's called "Sight," but it really is more like "Sense." It's the ability to see, feel, hear, and sense the world around you. I don't mean just see the trees, or the grass, or the rabbits and the deer. I mean to see into them. See their life, their health, their interactions and dependencies. That is why it's more a "Sense" than a "Sight." There is also an element of healing involved."

Finn had noticed that when Aoife started one of her lectures, she always sounded more mature, more serious. "Healing?" There was genuine surprise in his voice.

"Yes, to an extent. As you age, you will gain a healing touch. You can't heal everything -- in fact, you can't heal much at all -- but your touch can help a little. You will be able to take a little bit of infection out of a wound, perhaps, give it a better chance to heal on its own. Or give a tree the strength to resist an infestation of insects. It's all little things, and everyone with the Sight has it to some degree or other. Women tend to have a stronger healing touch than men, although, as with everything, there are exceptions. This gets stronger as you age, but, again, it's never really very strong."

"One downside to this is, with your Sight, while you may be able to see what's wrong with a plant or a creature, but you may not be able to help it. You'll learn to tell the difference."

"What, I just touch something?"

Aoife tinkled her little laugh. "Would you like to touch something?" Her innuendos were far from subtle. "No, silly. First you have to look into the thing that needs touching, and see what ails it. Only then can you touch it. Your touch will be the exact touch it needs, you won't need to think about it. Your Sight is the most important part. If you don't use your Sight properly, the touch won't do anything. All the skills you will be learning are dependent on your Sight, no matter what they are."

"What if I can't see, or sense anything?"

"Well then, either you don't have the strength in the Sight to sense it, or there is nothing there to sense. That is one thing you'll never be able to differentiate. You just won't know."

She buzzed off the rafter and down to the tiny stream of water at the bottom of the spring house. She sat down on the edge of the tiny pool, her feet dangling in the water. "Look at this water. What do you see?"

He looked at it, and all he saw was the water, just as he always had. He started to stare intently at it.

"Relax, relax. Remember, this sight comes from within you. Eventually it will come without thinking, or even knowing, but for now, you have to let it come out slowly. Sit down, relax, and just look at the pool. Feel it with your eyes. Or put your hand in, close your eyes, and just feel it. Remember, it's a sense."

Finn sat down at the edge, gazing into the water. He tried to relax his muscles, and slow his breathing down. It was quiet for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he began to sense what seemed like faint strands of water, he could almost see them as they moved with the running of the water. Except, 'see' wasn't really the correct description. Just as she had instructed, it was almost like he was feeling it, but with his eyes.

The fairy's face lit up in a huge grin. "You did it, I can tell! What do you see?"

Trying to describe something magical with no frame of reference was an impossibility his brain was unable to process. "I don't know. Strings, maybe? Tentacles of water? Except they don't have a start or an end, just continuous? Completely separate, but completely together?" He had to laugh a little. "I feel like I'm babbling. I'm not making any sense."

She smiled at him. "No, you're definitely seeing it, but you're kind of just seeing the edges. Take off your clothes."

"Beg pardon?"

"Take off your clothes. Or at least take off your shirt. It's interfering with your Sight. Clothes in general can interfere with it, especially that thing. If you must wear clothes, (and I really wish you wouldn't), at least wear cotton, or silk, or leather, or wool. Something natural. And don't worry, I'm not going to do to you what I did last night. Unfortunately." His cheeks felt like they were burning.

He pulled the t-shirt off over his head.

"Now, try again. Relax, and feel the water with your eyes."

He again sat still for what seemed like a very long time, trying to remain calm and relaxed. Eventually he got back to where he was before, with the strands of water twisting and moving. However, as he continued to watch, colors started to come into his senses. Maybe not seeing the colors, more like feeling them. An aquamarine blue, mostly, just a tint to the mostly clear water. Other colors like tiny motes of starlight, all different colors, all incredibly small and fleeting. He was mildly startled when a tiny black blob with a red halo floated past, and it must have showed on his face. It was enough to break his concentration, and he looked at Aoife.

She clapped her little hands together in glee. "It was different this time, wasn't it? Describe it!"

"I don't know if I can." He tried to, but words failed him. How do you describe feeling something with your eyes? Just saying the words made him sound like a lunatic. "There was something black, but also red -- that felt wrong somehow?"

"That was your Sight, letting you know something was off. If you must know it was just a bug that fell in the water. It was drowning. Your Sight picked up its distress. Bugs are important, too, but one individual bug in the grand scheme of things is irrelevant. After time, you won't even notice that type of thing, and your Sight will filter them out without you even realizing it. You'll pick up on larger areas of things that are not as they should be. The bug was dying, but that is natural, too. Everything dies, eventually."

Finn suddenly realized he was ravenously hungry. "Can we go get some lunch? Is there more training after?" He looked up at the window in the door, and could tell it was much later in the day than he thought. "What time is it?" He pushed open the door, and saw that it was not far from sundown. "This isn't possible. We weren't in there that long, were we?"

The fairy flitted up in front of his face and hovered there. "Yes, we were. All day. Learning it this way takes a lot longer -- there are faster ways to learn, but I don't think you're ready for that yet. Trying to learn to use your Sight this way puts you almost in a trance, and time can pass much faster than you realize. Don't worry, that doesn't happen all the time. Just at the beginning. It also takes a lot of energy, you're probably famished. Go get something to eat, and sleep tight, you'll need it! We'll continue soon!" She buzzed up, kissed him on the lips again, and was quickly gone out of sight into the woods.

Retrieving his shirt, he walked back to the house and into the kitchen. A quick sandwich seemed to be in order, and he devoured it. He didn't know if he had ever felt this hungry before. It took a second sandwich to finally calm the hunger. It had been a thoroughly strange day. A shower felt wonderful, and afterwards he sat on the porch with a glass of whiskey, feeling the day cool off and the darkness settle in. The fireflies were out in force tonight. Starting to get sleepy, he decided to head to bed. Only after he got up to go inside did it occur to him that he hadn't gotten dressed after the shower. It hadn't even crossed his mind. He had been sitting nude on the deck the whole time. He was suddenly embarrassed, but remembered Erin had gone to the meadow. Climbing the stairs and laying on his bed, he was deeply asleep almost immediately.

After breakfast, Erin wondered what she was going to the do for the next 9 hours. She wondered what Finn was doing. She wondered about a lot of things. Yesterday had been a whirlwind of the unexpected. She was still trying to wrap her head around the concept of "magic," but she had promised to try to believe, and the way the dice acted was beyond any explanation she could think of.

She went out to the garden, and picked some of the ripe vegetables. There were a lot of tomatoes. It was still a little early for some things -- the spring lettuce was gone to seed. Some peppers of various types were ready, and peas, cucumber, kale, and cauliflower. Maeve's garden looked remarkably healthy.

After the vegetables were carried in, she was at a loss for what to do. Finn was off on his task, still at the spring house as far as she knew. Eventually she settled back on the porch with her Kindle to pass the time. A little after noon she went in and made a light lunch. She kept expecting Finn to come join her, but the day was very still, and she remained alone.

The next 5 hours passed much the same. Around 5 the battery on her Kindle finally died, and she went up to her bedroom and put it on the charger. Back in the kitchen she had a salad for supper. She was starting to wonder about Finn, she expected him back before now, but then she had no idea what he was doing or where he was. She had enough to worry about with her own impending mysteries.

At 6 she opened the envelope.

Erin; I am going to use much the same words I used with Finn. Tonight will be unlike anything you might expect. In your closet you will find a chest. Go now and open it, then finish this letter.

A chest? She had been in the closet more than once since arriving, and she was certain there had been no chest there. She rose from the table where she was sitting and went up the stairs. Opening the closet, she was both shocked and surprised to see a chest sitting on the floor. Pulling it out, she set it on the bed and opened it. She was unaware of the fact, but it was much the same as what Finn had found in his chest. A gown of extremely thin light gray silk-like material, a pair of leather sandals, and a deep blue blanket.

As Finn did last night, you will spend the night at the meadow. You will be safe from animals and insects, rain and cold, and anything else untoward. Lay the blanket at the base of the Ash tree, and sleep there. Be there before full dark. Wear the gown and the sandals, and nothing else. Wear no jewelry, no makeup, absolutely nothing but the two garments provided. Put the chest back in your closet. What you will experience will be surprising, and probably unsettling, but in the end it is both harmless and necessary. Believe! ~ Maeve

Erin set the note on the dresser, then stripped off the simple necklace and earrings she wore, and set them next to it. Taking a deep breath, and wondering exactly what she was actually doing, she stripped off her clothes and put them away. She then pulled the items out of the chest -- the sandals on top, she set on the floor. Next the robe, and lastly the blanket. Following instructions, the chest went back into the closet.

She pulled the gown over her head -- it was only tight across her chest; the material felt luxurious. It had no sleeves, and the arm holes were large and loose enough that the sides of her breasts were exposed if she moved in the slightest. It rubbed against her nipples in a strange fashion, and she felt them harden. She slipped her feet into the sandals, and looked in the mirror. Part of her thought she looked like an out-of-place roman goddess, missing only the crown of leaves. The other part of her wondered again at the circumstances of everything.

She sat on the bed for quite a while, trying to compose herself. Eventually realizing she couldn't put it off any longer, she got up, picked up the blanket, and began the walk to the meadow. Every step closer, the friction against her nipples only made her more aware of them; by the time she got to the meadow, they were as hard as they had ever been.

With the blanket at the foot of the tree, Erin sat with her back to it for a while. She slowly started to relax; she could hear the crickets, and as it got dark the fireflies became brighter and brighter. After a while she felt herself getting sleepy. She certainly didn't know what she was supposed to experience, so she took off the sandals and lay down on the blanket. The gown kept exciting her nipples -- it was very stimulating - and after a while she decided she would rather sleep, so she shrugged the gown off and lay down naked. It felt odd, having never been outside naked before, but at the same time it actually felt good. Her eyes closed, and she wasn't even aware when she fell asleep.

When she awoke, the stars were very bright. It felt like it was around midnight, but she had no way to tell for sure. The moon was not visible, being only one day past the new moon. She felt like she was going to go back to sleep, but then she felt an unusual sensation on the skin of her stomach, and looked down.

She jumped in alarm. Sitting on her belly button, with its legs crossed and knees spread wide, was a humanoid creature with wings, just slightly taller than her hand from palm to fingertip. It had translucent wings like a dragonfly, with a blue tint to them. It was obviously male, as its penis, tiny but proportional to its size, was completely erect. He was ridiculously handsome.

"Greetings, Erin," he said. "My name is Aengus. Please do not be alarmed, I will not hurt you."

Her mouth hung open -- she was at a complete loss for words.

"As Maeve's letters have indicated, tonight we will see about you regaining your Sight. You don't remember me, do you?"

She tried to speak, and nothing came out. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Remember you?"

"Yes. Years ago, you were just a child. You and Finn were in the meadow here with Maeve, and as she led the two of you away, you turned and waved at us."

"I did? I don't remember that, I don't think." She paused and ran her hand through her hair. "Wait. Who is 'us'?"

"I have a partner, her name is Aoife. She helped guide Finn to find his Sight last night, and she was helping to train him today. That is our job, for now."

Erin sat up, forcing the fairy to fly into the air. She reached for the gown to put it back on, but Aengus flitted up and touched her shoulder. "No, leave it off for now. Let me explain?"

Trying to ignore her nakedness, she sat up with her legs tucked under her, hands in her lap trying to hide her mound.

Aengus drifted down to the blanket and sat himself on it, again legs crossed, his prominent (for his size) erection on full display. It didn't appear to have diminished in the slightest. "Um, is your... I mean... are you always..." She looked at the blanket, shut her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Are fairies always naked and erect like this?"

He chuckled. "Naked, yes. Clothing interferes with our powers. Erect, no, not always. Like humans, only when aroused. You are very beautiful, and it doesn't take much to arouse us. By the way, we do not call ourselves 'fairies,' we prefer to be called 'Sparks'."

"Well, um, okay. I'm just not used to... that. Or any of this, really." She let out a nervous laugh.

"It will be all right. You have my solemn word, you will not be harmed in any way. May I continue?"

She nodded and waved one hand in his direction. He took that as assent.

"As was explained to Finn, in order to regain your Sight, we must get you to focus inward. And by inward, I don't meant mentally, but more physically. The Sight is an ability to see deeper into the natural world around you. It's difficult to explain until you've experienced it. For example, with your Sight not yet restored, the only way you can see me is if I allow it. Now, watch." He suddenly blinked out of sight. She looked around, but then he reappeared exactly where he had been. "Once you have regained your Sight, I will not be able to hide from you -- you will always be able to see me and my kin, and the other, shall we say, 'magical' creatures."

Erin blinked. "Other? What others?" She looked around anxiously.

"We won't get into that yet. Suffice it to say, there are none nearby. We are completely alone here, the two of us. Would you like to try to focus now?"

"Okay, yes. What do I do?"

"Close your eyes. Try to block out all sound, focus entirely on your body. Focus on how your body feels internally." He paused for a few moments. "Tell me what you feel."

"Butterflies, mostly. Nervous. I'm trying to stay calm."

"You don't need to be 'calm,' you need to be focused."

She opened her eyes and look at him. "What's the difference?"

"Do you masturbate?" She thought his penis twitched at his question.

"I beg your pardon? How is that your business?" Her butterflies were briefly replaced by a hint of indignation, but she could feel her face turn red.

"When you are pleasuring yourself, you are almost certainly not 'calm.' However, you are most certainly 'focused.' That is the difference. Do you understand now?"

She felt like if she blushed any more her face would catch fire. "Maybe? I guess?"

"Good. Now try again please."

She once again closed here eyes and tried to focus, but it didn't take her very long to realize it was impossible. Between the circumstances of the last few days, and the absurdity of her current situation, sitting naked talking to an equally naked magical fairy, her brain was a maelstrom of activity. A thousand different thoughts and emotions were flowing through her at breakneck speed. She opened her eyes. "I'm sorry. I can tell it's not working. These last few days have just been a little too much."

"I understand," he said in a sympathetic voice. "I can help, if you'll allow it."

"Help me? How?"

"It will require my touch. And yours, of course, as I am not able to do what is needed by myself. If I have your consent."

"It requires both our touch? What must we touch?"

"Please, trust me. First, lay back on the blanket, and place your hands at your sides." Erin did as he suggested. "Do I have your consent?"

"Yes, I guess. Tell me what to do."

Aengus flew up and landed on her chest, directly between the mounds of her breasts. She started, but managed to keep herself lying down. "I want you to focus on pleasuring yourself."

It took all her composure to not jump up. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm quite serious. I will help you focus, you'll see. Please, begin."

Not understanding, but unable to ignore the undeniably erotic undertones, she closed her eyes, and slowly reached a hand towards her sex. As her hand touched her labia, she felt an electric thrill in her nipples. Her eyes flew open. The fairy was sitting cross-legged between her breasts, his arms stretched wide, his penis sticking straight up. He could reach his hands to her nipples, and he was cupping one in each hand. The feeling arced through her body straight to her pussy. In a split second, she was more horny than she had ever been in her whole life.

"Relax," he said. "Enjoy. Focus."

She began rubbing two fingers in between her labia, very gently and slowly at first. She quickly became very wet, and began to use more pressure. Without realizing it, she reached with her other hand and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her middle finger.

The Spark began aggressively kneading her nipples. She slowed down briefly and looked at him sitting on her chest. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and his balls were setting on them. The precum was flowing out of his dick at a prodigious rate, and his ankles, feet, cock, and balls were completely coated in it, as well as the skin between her breasts. It should have been impossible for that much fluid to come out of a creature that small.

She lay her head back and continued her ministrations. She was incredibly turned on, but the strangeness of it all prevented her from getting quite to the edge.

She felt Aengus move, and opened her eyes again. He let go of her nipples, grabbed his cock with both hands, and began stroking himself. Within seconds, sperm erupted from him -- he aimed it at one of her nipples, and when the cum hit her it was almost like being electrocuted. Her entire body spasmed, and she froze for a split second as the feeling exploded in her; she had an earth-shattering orgasm. She kept up the stimulation as long as she could stand, then slowly came down off her high. She flinched and jerked a few times, knocking the Spark off his feet, then she lay back satisfied and limp.

Her pussy was swollen and soaked, and the diminutive Spark's cum coated one tit. She reached up curiously to touch it, and when her hand brushed that nipple she had another, albeit much smaller, orgasm.

She lay breathing for several minutes, not moving. Eventually she let out a breath and said, "wow!"

The Spark stood up. His cock hung dripping, still half hard. "Yes, wow indeed. Tell me -- can you see me?"

She didn't understand at first. "Yes, of course." Then the answer dawned on her. "Oh! I can see you, and I'm not supposed to, right?"

He smiled. "Yes, I am now invisible to those without the Sight. It worked, as expected. It almost always does."

Even more so than earlier, she became acutely aware of her nakedness, but for some reason it didn't bother her as much. "I've never had an orgasm quite like that before. Was that because of you?"

"Partly, yes. Partly, no. You regained your Sight in that split second before you orgasmed; it is in that moment, where you haven't orgasmed yet, but you can no longer stop it from happening, that your focus becomes complete. Most of the intensity of the orgasm was due to you regaining your Sight. When a Spark is involved in, shall we say, a human sexual event, our very nature increases the stimulation above and beyond what you would normally feel."

She looked down at the Spark's cum; she could feel it starting to run down the side of her boob onto her rib cage. He noticed her looking at it, and said, "come, let's go clean off in the pool." He flew over to the water, and immediately dove in.

Erin got up and walked to the pool. She stepped into it -- it was very cool, but it felt good on her overheated body. She washed herself, then got out and sluiced the water off her svelte figure. She walked back to the blanket and set back down -- she was suddenly very sleepy.

Aengus flew back up to her, now clean, and hovering over her, he said, "sleep tight, you are quite safe here. Just remember, you may not go back to the house before sunrise. Good night!" And with that, he flew up into the Ash tree out of sight.

She laid down on the blanket -- she thought about covering herself with the gown, but her nipples were still too sensitive, so she lay there bare to the world, and quickly fell asleep.

It was beginning to get light when she awoke. She felt surprisingly refreshed. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, then she stood up and walked to the pool. She quickly splashed water on her face -- it felt cooler this morning than it had last night, although the night's activities probably had something to do with that.

Returning to the blanket, she picked up the gown and slipped it over her head. Yet again the material stimulated her nipples far more than it should have. She pulled on the sandals, and when she picked up the blanket, there was a red envelope beneath it. On it was written "Erin & Finn". She folded the blanket, and carrying that and the envelope, she walked back to the house.