If the horsefly had been extra hungry, it could have gotten two Faeries for the prize of one. After all, you didn't even scream, just looked up as the it popped the lower part of Soh off its dick and started chewing up those lovely thighs of hers. Heck, it could have shoved its dick right down your troath, the way you gaped at it. Instead, it just hovered there, dripping spunk on your stomach and breasts, mincing the last parts of your concubine. After having been here a while, you guess it had just come from another meal - maybe another Faerie to fuck and chew, maybe something else - otherwise, you would have joined Soh as Faerie mince right there and then.
Of course, the damn thing almost got you killed as surely as if it had eaten you itself. By the time it flew, and you started screaming - very, very stupid, as you know now - you faced the interesting problem of nobody believing you.
Oh, they believed something - possibly even a horsefly - had come by and eaten Soh. Some of them even believed it had snatched her during the middle of sex (though by the time it was clear your mother had turned against you, this became rumors that you had fed Soh to it to watch), and you could see that some of them did recognize the semen on your chest and stomach - though most, like you, had never experienced a Faerie boy depositing any on them, or in them, many had seen your mother's or the other elders' sex marathons, often in some detail, and while having a Faerie boy exploding on you or into your mouth, ass or pussy is pretty much heaven instead of mind-stopping terror, spunk really looks a lot like spunk, no matter what leaves it.
The problem was, your mother didn't - or couldn't, she always had troube coping with things complicating her plans - believe you. Despite all the close calls you've had before or since; the horsefly, the Faery Doppleganger tendrils that almost snared you last month, the fish that leapt out of the water and almost had your legs in its mouth... the single most scary moment you can recall is your mother licking her lips and caressing the spit. You couldn't even get a word out, just teh thought of her slowy pushing that horribly cold metal rod up either of your holes...
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