Day VIII: Pheromone
“Easy, darling, eaaasy…there we go…” cooed the fae, stepping quietly and gently back and back, leading the dazed little human back further into the brush with every moment. The world around the two was lush and green.
Normal to the fae, perhaps. Home. Average. Unnoteworthy.
But to the human, the scenery glittered and blossomed with light, glistening in the dappled soft sun and lighting their skin with absolutely indisputable euphoria. This was more than home. It was heaven.
They stared at the magical being before them and followed with heavy, ungraceful steps, eyes locked to theirs, lidded and heavy. Every breath they took drew them closer and closer to the fae, stumbling and nearly falling more than once on the way.
But they always backed up, just out of reach, teasing the thrall closer and closer with a smile. “You’re so easy like this…who knew my scent was so powerful on cute humans like you~?” they giggled softly to themselves, and the human trying to follow sleepily giggled along.
“Oh, you’re just sooo cute, aren’t you, angel~?” cooed the fae, “sooo drowsy and dizzy for me…you don’t even know which way is up, do you, sweetheart, do you?” their voice only pushed down harder on all the silly human’s thoughts, drowning them out with saccharine syrup.
“I’m–umm…” they sighed, smiling tiredly up at them. “nn–nuh-uhh…” their jaw hung slack as the fae finally took their hands, pulling them close to their chest and leaning in closer, tantalizing close.
“Shhh, shh, angel, you’re alright~! I know thinking’s so hard when your head’s all full of my words…my control. But you just need to follow a little while longer, and we’ll get you somewhere you can rest your pretty head, alright?” they were so close. It was everything the dizzy human could do to keep their head up straight and look up at the faerie. They nodded and nodded, sighing and babbling their love for the creature coaxing them through the bushes into a lush meadowy garden.
“Just rest, pretty, close those pretty eyes and let your new master do all the talking…I promise it’ll make so much more sense that way. No more nasty thoughts, just my pretty words, my lovely thrall. Only me.”
“…Only…oh–ohhhh…” they moaned softly as they were wrapped in the fae arms and lied down in a soft bed of flower petals, pink and flashing soft lights, puffing mist up all around them. More of the fae’s scent, drugging them deeper into helpless submission. They writhed and squirmed, giggling and murmuring their mind away to no one in particular.
The fae only chirped happily, sitting beside their newest toy and playing with what was now rightfully theirs.
