Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Black Essence, White Essence ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Darkness stretched before him, but the young man pressed on, determined. Bai Heiluo was usually a very level-headed person, but tonight it was too much for him. He had been taking the old path past the Gaoda Forest to get home for the past two weeks, and each time he had seen it.

A fey.

At first, he had merely thought it imagination. After all, even though Chinese mythology was full of supernatural beings, no one in modern L5 actually believed in such nonsense anymore. There were whispers, of course, of the Gaoda Forest being haunted by seductresses and demons, but those were merely tales told to keep children from going into the forest at night. They weren't real.

Or they weren't supposed to be. Hence, Heiluo's astonishment when he had seen the wraith-like figure that first night. It had danced from one tree to another, slipping in and out of the sun's fading light. A sweet sounding wind blew past Heiluo's ear, causing him to flinch and blink. And as quick as that, the image and the sound disappeared. He had shrugged it off then and convinced himself that it was just a trick of wind and twilight.

But then it had happened again the next night. And the next. Always for just a moment, there was a flitting figure, accompanied by a haunting melody that grew louder and clearer every night. And tonight, Heiluo was going to prove that he was not imagining things.

Heiluo fingered the rope tied to his belt. When he had told his friends and family of the being he had seen amongst the shadows of the old forest, they had all laughed at him. But tonight, he would change that. Excitement rose in him as he thought of how he would be received in town when he came back with a real, live fey.

There!

He was after the flash of white in a heartbeat. Being an extremely athletic, long-legged man, it was not too difficult for Heiluo to keep up with the fey, even without the sweet sound that flowed ever-present from the fey's laughing mouth.

Laughing at me!

First his friends and family, and now that blasted fey! Feeling the anger build up in him, Heiluo doubled his efforts, crashing into the underbrush, not caring that twigs and branches were slapping against his face.

"Uuunnnhhh!!" he lunged and grabbed.

And froze. And stared.

It was beautiful. It was everything that the Chinese beauty aesthetic demanded; petite, fine-boned, an oval face, high cheek bones, black phoenix eyes, a dainty nose and cherry little mouth. Blue-black hair spilled down about its shoulders, a dark contrast to its--no, his--flawless skin, pale and ethereal in the moonlight. For certainly, the fey had to be male; dainty male genitalia peeked out from between his smooth, naked thighs. The rest of his small body, likewise naked for all the world to see, was willowy and wiry from days and nights of tripping around the forest. He looked so child-like and delicate despite the clearly toned muscles that Heiluo felt offended by his own large, coarse hand on the fine-boned ankle.

There was a sweet rippling sound, a laugh.

"You caught me!" the fey conceded merrily in a rich, musical voice. Then in a more serious, beguiling tone, "I was hoping you would."

The look in the fey's eyes caught Heiluo off-guard. Suddenly, an inexplicable fire burned through him, concentrating in his loins. He raked his eyes over the fey's pretty face and bared body. How long had it been since he had been with a woman? Heiluo had a fiance, but he wouldn't be able to bed her until they were married. Well, this sweet little fey--although undoubtedly male--should more than suffice until then.

Heiluo hands shot out and began to bind the fey's wrists. The fey didn't seem to mind this at all; in fact, he seemed quite thrilled to be bound. The thought that he now had a willing captive made Heiluo all the more aroused. He pushed the fey so the little thing leaned back against the ground, bound wrists above his head. To Heiluo's delight, he saw the creature spread his naked thighs willingly, eyes never leaving Heiluo's face.

Heiluo fumbled with his pants, eyes fixed on the puckered entrance that he could now see between the fey's buttocks. Not being able to wait any longer, he only tugged his pants down far enough to free his erection. Then, without hesitation, he aimed his hardened shaft between the spread cheeks and rammed in. The little creature gasped beneath him, small body spitted on Heiluo's thick manhood. Heiluo himself hissed and ground his teeth at the tight feeling that surrounded him. No woman had ever felt so good...

Within seconds, Heiluo's hips were slamming against the fey's buttocks in a quick, frenzied rhythm. The small creature began to buck his hips upwards to meet each of Heiluo's thrusts. The high-pitched cries that escaped the fey's throat with each thrust began to blend into one continuous, otherworldly song of debauched passion. Musical and encouraging, the song wrapped around Heiluo, ensnaring him, compelling him to drive his hips even more frantically into the willing body beneath him.

Finally, Heiluo could stand it no more. Something inside of him snapped, and he began to pump his semen into the body below.

"What--?!" too late Heiluo saw the look in the submissive sex kitten's eyes turn tigerish. The fey was fast, too fast for Heiluo, whose helpless body was still spurting shots of cum uncontrollably. The fey slipped his wrists easily out of the rope and pinned Heiluo's arms behind the young man's back. He wrapped his surprisingly strong legs around the Heiluo's waist, preventing the writhing man from pulling his cum-spurting penis out of the fey's body.

"Yes, yes, harder! Make me yours!" the fey mocked, even as he drove his hips upwards and squeezed his ass mucles, milking Heiluo's manhood.

The taunting drove Heiluo into a rage. He began thrusting his hips with so much force, he hoped he would hurt the fey, even though he knew it was useless. His continued ejaculations were tiring out his body, and the fey only gasped in true pleasure and thrust back just as wildly. The creature laughed while his insides collected load after load of creamy white essence from the young man's swollen, over-stimulated manhood.

Heiluo cried out defeatedly as his body began to tremble from the intensity of his orgasm, coupled with his struggles to get away. His body couldn't stop cumming, and yet he felt a calm coming over him.

The fey continued rocking his hips upward into his impalement. His sphincter muscles milked the twitching member within him, hungry for every drop. He was already so full, cum was spilling out of his puckered entrance every time his victim's thrusting shaft pulled out and then shoved back in, but the fey wanted more.

Finally, the fey sighed in sated content and slackened his hold on his victim. Heiluo collapsed on top of him, cock still pumping sporadic cum shots inside that tight little hole. The fey purred sweetly into the man's shoulder, ignoring Heiluo's petrified look of disbelief at what had just happened to him. The entire ordeal had lasted less than fourty minutes, but the young man's body felt so weakened as if it had been hours.

In stark contrast to the sexual torment that the fey had just wreaked on him, the creature then began to sing a tender lullaby into Heiluo's ear. The young man put up a good fight, trying to shut out the cursed sweet sound, but in the end, he was no match for fey magic. He slipped into unconsciousness, his half-hard cock still squirting out the last of his jizz.

The fey stretched his limbs lazily and waited several more minutes for the man's penis to finally stop spasming inside him. He contemplated playing some more--after all, most of his victims would get erect again while sleeping, and this particular victim had been quite a studhorse, and his creamy white essence had felt so good inside...

But the fey thought he could hear something in the distance. He feared then he had spent too long on the "chase" portion of his seduction. Certainly, he liked being chased deeper into the forest by his victims, but usually he ran even more slowly than he had tonight. Perhaps he was getting bored with being caught so quickly? Well, that boredom might very well cost him; someone was out looking for the young man, and they were already at the entrance of the forest.

With a last, loving squeeze of his sphincter muscles, the fey finally pushed the man off of him. He noted with some delight that he himself had ejaculated a little this time. It had been a while since ejaculation accompanied his orgasms; he usually did not have enough white essence inside of him to spare, but his victim tonight had obviously given him the extra spurt.

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The fey had already left his victim far behind and out of sight when he heard the footstep. The nearness of the sound made the creature go cold; no normal man or animal could have gotten so close to him without detection. With a quick glance around, he bolted.

Too late.

The little creature cried out pitifully, then snarled in anger when he found himself caught in a net. Four figures came out of the bushes, all dressed in black and on silent feet. A symbol on their black uniforms told the fey who they were.

The Dragon Clan's most elite warriors?! he glared at them in disbelief.

Why in the world would Dragon Clan stealth warriors be out in the Gaoda Forest at midnight, tracking and capturing creatures that they supposedly didn't believe in anyway?! Could they have possibly come out because of the silly young man that the fey had ensnared earlier that night?

A fifth black-clad figure came jogging through the underbrush.

"Report," one of the first four demanded.

"Young Master Bai is unconscious and exhausted, but there seem to be no...serious injuries," the seventh said in a quiet voice.

Drat! the fey cursed silently. That stupid young man was a noble!

There was another rustling in the bushes. A tall, bald man in a white coat stepped out from the trees and approached the captured fey.

"This is the creature that Young Master Bai was referring to?" he asked coolly, eyes clinically observing the snarling fey.

"It's just a wild boy," one of the black warriors said, tone skeptical.

"Awfully clean for a wild boy," another of the warriors pointed out.

"Enough," the bald man snapped. "Bring him back to my laboratory. Keep him out of sight; no one from town is to know about this."

The fey cried out, a musical pitch in his scream, trying desperately to bewitch the men around him. But it was no use; his spells only worked on the unsuspecting, and even then he usually had to tire them out with a chase through the forest first. These men, however, the Dragon Clan's best--and certainly the best for a reason--had their minds set and were suspicious already.

The fey was finally caught.


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