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Before she goes, she always fixes me a special cup of tea that is supposed to protect me from any evil spirits that might filter through the veil when it is thinnest. She often stands there nagging me to drink it while its still hot and most potent. Then she and Momma Díonó go off to the glen.
I don’t know what time they get back because I always fall asleep shortly after she leaves. She wakes me when she gets back so that we can go to bed. She always insists that we have sex as soon as she gets home... and then every morning and every night for the next six weeks. She says she has to stay full. I don’t really know what she means by that, but she wants sex morning and night and sometimes at noon. And she wants ‘on the bottom’ sex every time. Afterwards, she will lay there in bed for awhile humming softly and rubbing her tummy.
I’m not complaining, but she doesn’t have her period in those two months. It’s like she’s pregnant, but she isn’t. Then on the second full moon following Dark Night, she and her mother and their friends go somewhere again. This time she doesn’t give me any special tea and I’m still awake when she gets back. After that, our sex goes back to "normal" with her usually on top until Dark Night comes around the next year.
Here’s where it gets weird...or maybe I should say weirder. Last year, I decided that it was the tea that was making me fall asleep so although I promised faithfully to drink it while it was still hot, I sipped a little of it before she left and then poured the rest of it down the drain. About an hour later, I heard someone coming in the back door. I knew it was Díonó because I could hear her voice and her mother’s and several other much higher-pitched voices.
I decided the best thing to do was to pretend to be asleep. They walked into the living room– I could hear only their footsteps even though I could hear at least three or more other voices. Then my wife and her mother started singing a weird chant in Old Gaelic and I floated out of the recliner. No, I don’t speak Old Gaelic but it sounded like the words she uses when she says she’s speaking Old Gaelic.
They started for the back door. It was my wife, then me floating on my back, then her mother. We went out the back door and it felt like I was floating higher and faster and then suddenly we were someplace else. I took a quick look around and we were in the middle of a forest somewhere. That didn’t tell me a whole lot because we live near the mountains and there are forests all over.
I felt my clothes slide off my body and then I was laid down on a moss-covered, big round boulder. Strangely, it wasn’t cold. I felt my wife’s hand slide up my face and she said, "Body awake; mind remain asleep." My eyes opened on their own. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I just lay there and kept my eyes staring up at the starry sky. It’s amazing how many stars you can see when there is no moon at all and you are far away from all city lights.
That’s when I saw the fireflies, except they weren’t fireflies. They were little naked women. They were about two inches high and looked exactly like my wife... except they had short hair and two sets of almost transparent little wings. They weren’t really glowing, but the starlight reflecting off their porcelain white bodies made it look like they were giving off light. The little triangle between their legs was just as dark and just as tightly-curled as it was on my wife. There appeared to be six of them, but it was hard to be sure since they were flitting around so quickly and they all looked exactly the same.
I felt two of them land on my chest and walk over to my nipples. One knelt down and began licking and sucking, the other also knelt, but she was rubbing her little black triangle against the top of my nipple. I heard myself moan softly and the two of them redoubled their efforts. The one was suckling on my left nipple while the other was more or less fucking herself on my right.
That’s when I felt the tiny hands on my prick. It was starting to stiffen before that, but with the hands rubbing themselves over the tip it was soon standing tall. "Remember," one of them said, "it has to be natural. Use no magic." They weren’t speaking English, but somehow I understood what they were saying as if the English words were also being said softly while they spoke.
The four of them then joined hands, pulled themselves tight, and began sliding up and down my shaft. I could feel the air from their wings blowing across my belly and balls and I think I could hear a slight whirring noise, like a small insect in the night every time they changed direction.
As I got more and more excited, so did they... and so did the two on my nipples. I could feel that familiar tightness in my balls and knew that I was about to erupt. The four kept flying higher and higher with each stroke so that they were rubbing their bodies against the tip of my prick as they reached the top. My glans was lubricated with precum and they were sliding easily all the way up to the opening. After a few more seconds of that, I gave a deep grunt and gushed into the air.
"Now," one of them yelled in its tiny voice, "while it is fresh and most potent."
The two left my nipples and the six of them began sliding their little triangles over my cum-slickened prick. After a minute or two, one of them began quivering like she was having an orgasm and fluttered to the ground. She squatted on the ground and reached down to grab her cunt– at least I think there is a slit under that black triangle.
She held something small in her hands and fluttered over to my wife who was lying on her back in the grass. I was trying not to move my eyes too much so I missed what happened next. Then a second one fluttered to the ground.
She also squatted and released something really, really small into her hands. This time, I moved my head very slightly and could see what she did. She flew over to my wife and flew up into her cunt. Díonó shuddered slightly while the little Fay was up inside of her and then let out a deep sigh when she crawled out and stood fluttering her wings to dry them.
The remaining four repeated the exact same thing. Finally, one of them said, "It is done. If all goes well, our mound will be complete and a new mound can be created next year." She said something else, but I wasn’t listening because that’s when I saw my mother-in-law walking up to me. She, like my wife, was naked. I was surprised at how young-looking her body was. Her skin was slightly darker than my wife’s, but her nipples were just as pink, and there was no gray in her hair either above or below. She slid her hand down my face and said, "Body asleep; mind asleep."
I woke up in my chair. Just like in previous years, my wife awakened me and hurried me back to the bedroom to make love. Our lovemaking continued morning and night until the second full moon. Then it went back to just several times a week, either morning or night.
That’s what happened last Halloween, Prudence. And Halloween this year is fast approaching.
My question is this, "What should I do?"
The Leprechaun
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Dear Leprechaun,
Drink the tea.
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