You shriek in protest as you realize the monster's intentions, flailing as he extends a long pink tongue and licks you from your cheek to your collar bone. His grin widens as you sputter and thrash in disgust.
“Yeah! You REAL yum-yum! Now Grort gotta shell human.”
“You have to shell--?” Your confused words are cut short as the beast grabs a handful of your shirt and rips it forcefully off of your body. The creature chuckles as you cry out in protest, ignoring your shouting as he methodically tears your clothes from you. After the shirt, the monster casually removes your socks and shoes, tossing them into the bushes nearby. Next, he snaps your belt and throws it over his shoulder. Then, he grabs your pants and rips them open, pulling the ruined fabric down in one smooth motion. Lastly, the creature examines your boxers, grinning and licking his lips as he toys with the elastic around your waist. You feel the grip of terror pressing in on your chest, and yet a tiny thrill of excitement at your deadly situation sends shivers through your body. You blush a deep crimson as your excitement forms an obvious tent in your boxers. The creature, Grort, chuckles and rips this last bit of fabric from you, now holding you completely naked and helpless in his powerful hand. The beast smacks his lips and then opens wide, his yawning maw stretching to accommodate his large meal.
And then he freezes as a melodic feminine voice interrupts his meal.
“Grort! Naughty, naughty ogre! Did I give you permission to eat this boy?”
The creature shuts his mouth and looks suddenly embarrassed. “No. Sorry Rill.” Relief washes through you as you're lowered slightly. So that's what the collar was about. And just in time too.
“That's right! You know the rules, Grort. You don't get to eat anyone until I get to play with them.” Your relief turns to ice in your belly. You crane your neck to catch a glimpse of this not-so-benevolent would-be savior. Your disbelief at this whole series of events deepens as you spot the source of the feminine voice.
The woman can't be much more than four feet in height, but she's delicately proportioned with supple feminine curves. Her only item of clothing is a thin gossamer loincloth that seems to float in the gentle breeze that blows through the darkening forest. Her silvery blonde hair is cut high and short on her head, and you're shocked at how large and icy-blue her eyes are. But by far the most shocking thing about this woman's appearance are the glowing translucent wings that stretch from her back, a soft blue light pulsing from them as they shimmer behind her. Noticing your sudden attention, she raises a slender hand to her delicate pert breasts and teases one of her nipples until it hardens, biting her lip suggestively as she saunters toward you. Her voice rolls from between her full pink lips like the music of a forest stream, hypnotizing you with every syllable.
“Don't worry about Grort... he's just a silly ol' ogre." She leans forward conspiratorially and whispers loudly, "Pssst. You wanna hear a secret about ogres?" You stare blankly. "They're pretty much always hungry! But then again, all us beasties of the forest think humans are yummy." She chews her lip and bats her eyes flirtatiously as she speaks, "Why, it couldn't have been more than an hour ago that Grort and I watched a troll slurp down a whole schoolgirl... feet-first! Mr. Grort here started feeling a little left out, and then, well, he found you! I think a schoolboy tastes just as good as a schoolgirl any day. Better maybe.” Your stomach lurches as you realize the implication of her words, and you cry out in dismay at your best friend's gruesome demise. The fairy offers a tinkling laugh in response.
“Hahaha! Silly boy, you don't need to feel bad for her... she made all sorts of happy noises going down! If anyone bothered to ask little ol' Rill, I'd say she liked being gobbled up. Humans! You're all so strange! Hahaha!” Your horror at discovering your best friend's messy end becomes clouded with confusion at Rill's words. Enjoyed being eaten? Could it be that your childhood friend and secret crush shared your particular morbid fantasies all along? You could have told her everything and she would have understood! You didn't have to keep your secret desires hidden! And then you hang your head, crestfallen as you realize there's no comfort in this revelation any more. In a matter of hours, Sam will be nothing more than troll-shit. And from the smug look on Grort's face, you imagine that you may become part of a monster soon yourself. Rill gestures for the ogre to lower you and he obediently obliges her. You hang face-to-face with the fairy, her luminous eyes gazing hypnotically into your own. She reaches a hand up and strokes your cheek with an almost pitying gesture... and then breaks into a mischievous grin and pinches your cheek playfully.
"You know what would be fun, fun, fun?!?"
You stammer a perplexed jumble of syllables, "W-uh-wha-I..."
"A game! A game with my new favoritest schoolboy would be soooo much fun!!! Don't you think Grort?"
"Fun-fun with yum-yum. Huhuhuh!"
The fairy scrunches her nose as she concentrates, an expression that you may have found heart-meltingly cute and attractive were you not certain that she was thinking of an exciting way to feed you to her ogre. And then her face lights up as she reaches a decision.
"I know! I know! I'll think of a number, aaaand... and, if you can guess it, I'll have Grort set you free. But, if you guess wrong..." Her wicked smile deepens and she runs her delicate hands along your body as she speaks her next words, "...If you guess wrong, I'm going to let Grort here gobble you aallll up... however he pleases."
Grort chuckles and clarifies, "I eat schoolboy feet-first."
"Mmm... feet-first then. Good. That way, I get to watch your face as you take the final plunge! Tee-hee!" Rill's fingers graze the shaft of your rigid cock as she floats a few feet off the ground, teasing you with your impending doom, "This is going to be lots of fun! Mmmmm... I can practically hear your screams for mercy already! Ooh... it's just getting me hot thinking about it." To your horror, you can see the ogre's gigantic cock stiffening as he watches his villainous pixie master molest you. His enormous veined member swells as he watches intently, licking his lips hungrily.
"Grort getting hot too."
"Hahaha! Isn't that nice? Mr. Grort's enjoying this too!" She wraps her fingers around your penis and slowly pumps it up and down. "So... what number am I thinking of?"
"Y-you just want me to pick any number?!"
"Mmm... you look like a clever little schoolboy to me. I'm sure if you think reeeeaaal hard, you might guess right." She smirks as she increases the pace of her hand on your penis. "But probably not. I'm kinda looking forward to watching Grort turn you to mush. In fact, I'm kinda hoping you guess wrong. Now... pick a number."
