“I am Fae, and I am not Fae.”“What does that mean?”“My lineage is complicated,” the woman said. “Some of my ancestors were Fae, but most...were not.”“What’s your name?” Myre questioned.The woman gave a laugh. “Names have power, and I do not give mine lightly. But for now, you may call me Tillian.”“What do you want with us, Tillian?” Myre asked cautiously.“What do I want? What do you want?” Tillian replied. “You were the ones that asked for help, weren’t you?”Tillian put her two hands in front of. .Her thoughts weren't consciously about romance or even sex. That part wastrue, the 'conscious' part. She felt busy getting her place ready. Butshe was nervous, anxious really. She smoked a lot. If she hadn't been sodistracted by his imminent arrival, she would have masturbated. The ancient Mong transformation had evolved over centuries and no oneknows where, or how, it began. But when it was completed - when thefemale had passed beyond the 'butterfly light' phase -- there was aharmonic. I slide your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts, to the very wet patch that has formed there. I watch as you bite your lip and whisper my name. I say your name, my voice thick with lust and desire. I run my hand down your chest to the bulge that has formed between your legs. I want you, and I want you now.Some thing about the clean air and freedom of nature is making this so soulful. I find your belt and slowly undo it, then begin to fumble with your jean button and zipper. My hand. His desire for her grows as he notices her G-string. She's only wearing a silk robe and a G-string. He knows there is no bra because the first thing his male eyes noticed when she confronted him at the shower door was her erect nipples. Soon he realizes that she's tying him to the chair. She ties his ankles to the front legs of the chair, giving him free range for his knees to open and close his legs but he cannot walk (or run) away even if he could stand up. Then she puts rope around his.