You try to hold your hands up defensively, but find yourself caught between warding off possible arrows and trying to cover up your exposed body. You squirm in discomfort at your nakedness, but Titania holds herself with a confidence that stands in stark contrast. The poise and grace with which she moves makes it seem as if she's never worn clothes in her life... which, as far as you know, is entirely possible. She interrupts the silent standoff with an outburst of maniacal laughter, her cat-like eyes wide and intense. Abruptly, she goes silent again, although her mouth is twisted into a wicked smirk. You nervously clear your throat.
“What... what are you going to do to me?”
“Your Majesty.” Titania interjects, “What are you going to do to me, Your Majesty?”
“What are you going to do to me, Your Majesty?”
“Hmm... that's the question of the hour, isn't it?” She sucks in a breath and stifles a giggle, “There are just so many options!” She saunters closer to you, powerful muscles twisting beneath her caramel skin as she walks. “It's been so long since I've had a human to play with!”
“Human?” You catch yourself, “Er... Your Majesty?”
“Well, yes. I am the Queen of Fae.” And suddenly you remember where you've heard her name before. The mythological queen of fairies. The mistress of the hunt. “Although I'm not exactly a fairy myself.” You stare dumbfounded, your fears confirmed. The woman that's pointing a bow and arrow at your crotch is certifiably insane. She gives you another one of her unnervingly wild-eyed looks and then winks at you. “I'm actually a Goddess!”
“Riiiiight. Okay, um... Your Worship. I'd like to go home now, please.”
“Oh, silly boy! You're never going home again! AHAHAHAHA!!!” A chill runs down your spine as she does a little dance through the clearing, skipping her way around you. She pauses directly behind you, her bow exchanged for a long knife that she holds against your skin, pricking your lower back with the tip. She whispers in your ear, her voice low and ominous, “I think you might die today. I've kept humans as pets before, but... well, it's just been so long since I've had the pleasure of killing one!” Your heart hammers in your chest, your breath coming in quick ragged gasps. Titania runs her free hand along your skin, feeling the muscles of your back and bare chest before pinching and squeezing your ass. You jump slightly, startled by her advances, but a warning prick of her knife keeps you from struggling. You blush, feeling as if you're being sized up like a cut of meat. The woman giggles to herself as she reaches around and delicately takes hold of your erect penis, sighing contentedly as she runs her hand along your shaft. You shudder slightly, weak in the knees at her touch. You feel totally overwhelmed. Before today, you'd never even seen a naked woman in real life, much less had one touch your penis! You never imagined that your first sexual encounter would involve being molested by a crazy woman in the woods. Everything is moving too fast! You feel dizzy and weak in the knees, but manage to keep yourself upright as Titania continues to pump her hand up and down the length of your cock. She leans in close and inhales deeply, taking in your scent, “Oh, yes! It's been far too long since I've had a human for supper. And you just look... delicious!”
“S-supper?! What do you mean-- ah!” Your question is cut short by a gasp as she twists her fingers expertly around the base of your cock.
“Well, I mean what I said. I'm going to eat you. Gobble you up.” She releases her grip on your cock and walks around you until the two of you are face-to-face, standing mere inches from each other. You flush red as you feel your erection brush up against Titania, but she merely cocks an eyebrow at you in return. “You should be honored! You're going to nourish the body of a Goddess!” You tremble slightly as she idly twirls a lock of your hair between her fingers. “They used to make sacrifices to me, you know... in the old days. Living meals in exchange for a sliver of my power. And the souls of my prey only made me stronger.” She leans in closer, nibbling gently on your earlobe before whispering her next words to you, “I'm a Goddess, you see. My kind use all of our meals. Every. Last. Bit. Besides, a mortal soul is a small thing... easy enough to digest.” She steps back from you, her knife still held at the ready. You're shaking now, terrified by Titania's disturbed monologue. And yet there's something enticingly erotic about your situation. Held captive and molested by a beautiful but insane woman, her threats of eating and digesting you tapping into your darkest and most secret fantasies. You blush a deep scarlet as Titania looks down at your exposed erection and licks her lips hungrily. “Hahaha! Enjoying yourself, human?”
You drop your eyes to the ground in shame, “No, please... Your Majesty. I just want to go home.”
“Hmm... perhaps this is too easy. Maybe a bit of sport would spice things up!”
“S-sport?”
“Yes! A hunt! I will be the huntress, and you my prey.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief at the idea, “And in the name of sportsmanship, we'll make a deal. If you can escape my forest without being caught, you get to live. But if I catch you...” She licks her lips, giving you a meaningful wink. “Well, let's just say that I know what I'll be having for supper!” Titania stares expectantly for a moment. “You should probably run, you know. You're only getting a two minute head start.”
You need no more prompting. You bolt for the treeline, not even stopping to gather your clothes. You crash through underbrush, leaves and vines lashing your naked body, and still you run on. You muscles ache and your lungs burn, but every time you feel like stopping, you picture the sparkling gleam of Titania's blades. Your fear-fueled sprint takes you over hills and streams, through fern-choked gullies and sun soaked clearings. You don't hear any sign of pursuit, so you begin to slow, barely able to breathe from your exertion. And then, just as you come to a halt, the trumpeting sound of a hunting horn echoes through the forest, followed by distant yet spine-tingling laughter. You stagger forward, pushing yourself to continue by sheer force of will alone.
And then you burst forth from the treeline, late afternoon sunlight momentarily blinding you after the gloom of the primeval forest behind you. You shield your eyes, hoping to see the spires of Faybrook Academy, but instead find yourself at the base of a rocky bluff, the mouth of a large cave yawning before you. The hunting horn sounds again, closer than before. What do you do? Should you keep running, or do you hide in the cave?
