Strapped and Stripped

Ari had the strangest dream.

He had dreamt that he was encircled by enchanting naked women who sang and danced in the ancient language of the Faeys.

Frivolous women pranced and made merry, the tallest of the ten came forward and his body just froze in place. She slowly touched him, then suddenly pushed down a passionate kiss.

She was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair flowed like flowers that swayed in the spring winds, and she smelled like tree blossoms on a chilly Sunday afternoon.

Her caress, sweet and gentle, felt like summer breeze that brings about a hidden passion from within he never knew he had.

But no matter how beautiful she was or how wonderful she made him feel, he knew there was definitely something wrong and out of place with everything that happened.

He struggled to grasp what it was that felt missing.

Something?

No, not something.

Definitely not something.

Someone.

Someone was missing.

Not just one, but two important persons he knew he needed to find.

It was a confusing feeling.

Ari sluggishly regained his senses and his vision cleared bit by bit. If he felt suspicious that there was something wrong within his dream, he knew that this time in his waking there is surely something off too.

And that something was the vines that was wrapped around his wrists and legs, bounding him to a makeshift bed of dried leaves and freshly picked forest flowers.

He tried to tug at the vines that was tied at opposite ends of the bed post. As he tugged with as much force as he can, the vines bit into his flesh creating a straight reddish line of fresh bruises.

He tried to summon his magic but it was to no avail.

The vines looks like they were enchanted to restrict anyone from using magic.

What was with these vines that made them so difficult to get out of?

He cried as an excruciating jolt of pain travelled from his bound skin towards all other parts of his body. When he struggled to move, the vines twisted and tightened further, it felt like fire.

Holy shit, speaking of fire, Red and Archer! And the fucking goddamn cat!

Sweat trickled from his forehead downwards towards the pillow of soft cotton that cradled his head. What the fuck was going on here? He thought to himself.

Groggily, he craned his neck to better observe his surroundings. There were all sorts of magical artifacts and paraphernalia inside the room he was in.

The walls give the impression of being like it was a grand tree's hollowed trunk with roots jutting all around, the crawling of insects can be heard withing the wood, and ring patterns alike the nymph's eyes - Morigianna – adorned the ceilings in what seems like irregular hypnotic patterns.

There was a slight shuffling from the outside, they sound like tiny feet excitedly tip-toeing around. Ari struggled once more as he tried to break free from the tight bonds he was spellbound in.

Where was he anyway?

What is he doing here?

The door eerily creaked open and Ari saw a tiny lady about the size of a toddler, bring in a wooden basin full of aromatic water. She shushed the struggling Ari and proceeded to strip him off his clothing, tearing apart the fabrics with sharp scissor like nails.

"Who are you? What are you doing to me?" he asked frantically.

It was really odd. He was trained to be calm and poised in the Faey Militia but there was something really off about this place that gave him cold sweats and a nervousness that he can't put into words.

"Sin-o d-d-deu? Ano deu tu ame?" he attempted to ask in Silver-tongue. He hopes it conveyed his questions correctly. He wasn't quite confident with his words.

The tiny lady just continued to strip him completely, down to the very last piece of cloth nothing was left, and proceeded to wipe him clean. Dipping a rag into the basin, she gently dabbed into Ari's skin and worked her way into every nook and cranny of his body.

Even down there.

In the middle of wiping him off, the women whom he saw earlier entered the chamber and he could hear the loud gasps of each girl as they took in the wonders of the scene they are witnessing.

Ari felt exposed and violated by these women who he thought to be nymphs.

But are they really?

They had the signature exquisiteness in beauty, and they were also naturally very whimsical beings who loves to play and make merry every opportunity they can grab.

The tiny lady hissed at the girls and he saw fangs poke out of her gums like they were retractable little daggers. The girls responded with the same gesture and hissed at her in perfect unison, fangs glinting and ready to bite.

What the actual fuck was that?

Nymphs don't have fangs.

The women continued on to hiss at each other, baring their sharp fangs and arching their backs like they were ready to pounce at any given moment somebody makes a wrong move.

Ari's head ached at the screeching sound they made and his thoughts wandered off to how Red would shriek at Archer when he annoyed her with totally random things.

Quite childish, but he actually adored the two when they were like that. He started to laugh out loud and the high-pitched earsplitting screech and hisses of the females subsided, curious as to why he was amused at the current situation.

Ari's laughter ringed inside the hollows of the room and just as he started to become maniacally laughing, Morgianna came inside, along with another tiny lady who was carrying what looked like a change of clothes for Ari.

Morgianna arched her elegantly thin brow at the ladies who were present at the chamber and in mere seconds, they left in speedy tip-toes, their heads bent down like children who were caught red handed reaching for that delicious cookie tucked at the topmost cupboard.

With the hissing finally subsided, Ari got the chance to clear his mind and started to list the shits that was happening to him up to this moment.

One, their camping trip didn't go as planned and the teleportation failed.

Two, Red and Archer got separated. He didn't know where they are and if they were even alive. Shit, he hopes they are fine.

Three, the cat was lost as well. That wouldn't do well with Granny Cane. She was pretty fond of the damn cat.

Four, he was captured by what he thought were nymphs but now he is actually ninety-nine percent sure they were something else. One percent is for the benefit of the doubt.

Five, he was fucking buck-naked with three women staring at him. Two looked like children, and one was holy shit –

Morgianna just touched his belly button and her hands are starting to trail downwards just as what she did to him earlier at the forest. Her fingertips teasing and sending electric waves all over Ari's body.

This lady is insane.

And his arousal was more than just insane.

It was out of this world.

He was starting to lose his mind again.

Fuck.