Just wanted to be clear. This fanfiction contains mature, strong, disturbing content. If you dislike the thought of the Faun/Pale Man pairing, I would advise you to not read this. I’d love constructive critism, but flames will be laughed at, enjoy.

Be Wary of Fauns

The dark shadowy figure of the faun, footfalls a whispering echo within the low corridor. The light of the windows flickered across his facial features, both beautiful and disturbing, eyes glinting in the light, molten silver for a moment. He reached the end of the corridor and stepped out into a large chamber, lit mainly by a huge fire at the far wall.

The faun eyed the long table, laden with human delicacies, designed and created to entice children. The dishes were enchanted children could not resist and gave into temptation. The faun had sent many girls to this place, to complete the task he had set for Ofelia. All had failed.

He trailed his fingers over the edge of the table, glancing at it dispassionately for a moment, before looking up. He glared venomously at the pale monster, a living statue in his slumber.

The faun shook with withheld anger at the remembrance of what this creature had done to his beloved fairies. The sudden feeling of grief and emptiness he had felt when the princess had opened the box and only the lone green fairy had flew out, her chirps of anguish screeched in his ear.

He had come for revenge. Slowly he moved towards the slumbering monster, fingers twitching with excitement. The Pale Man reeked of blood and decaying flesh and the faun bit back a cringe as the smell attacked his nostrils. He leant forwards, picking up the small plate set down directly in front of the monster’s form, between his large hands; clawed fingers spread over the wooden table top.

The faun grinned as he examined the eyes on the plate, their ruby pupils a severe contrast to the pale turquoise of his own. He gently wrapped the eyeballs in a small, thin cloth and placed them inside his box, the fairy inside chirping quietly at the disturbance. He then moved closer to the Pale man, taking out a length of rope, he got to work.

The Pale Man stirred, his fingers flexing, he gasped out a deep breath and tried to reach for his eyes, but found his hands bound behind him. Bewildered, he hissed angrily, struggling against the tight bonds. His body flexed against the stone pillar he was tied to, the grooves in the stone digging painfully in his bare back, even thick skinned as he was.

The faun watched the pointless struggles, no doubt mirroring the struggles of the fairies the creature had so mercilessly eaten. He shifted closer, his long fingers reaching to stroke the Pale Man’s cheek. The pale monster screeched and tried to bite them. Angered by the violent and yet expected action, the faun quickly tied a muzzle over the monsters face.

Confused, furious and frightened, the Pale Man flung his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the muzzle. He continued to hiss and struggle against the pillar, his body shaking and sweating with the exertion.

The faun circled the pillar, until he stood behind the other. Long fingers brushed down the captive creature’s chest, swirling a maddening circular pattern. Grinning, he leant closer to the Pale Man’s head, whispering, a darkened hiss of rage, containing more animal noise than human tongue.

Responding to the sudden ‘voice’, the Pale Man stilled long enough to allow the faun to continue his actions. Circling the captive monster once more, he bent over the other, to lick down the Pale Man’s throat, sucking softly and nipping at intervals. The creature struggled again before gasping at the faun’s touch, leaning his head back, allowing more access to the sensitive area.

The faun smiled darkly at the creature’s involuntary invitation, continuing his actions down onto the chest and below, feeling the Pale Man panting. Bringing his hands up, the soft digits began stroking the other again, going lower and lower…

The Pale Man screeched, arching his back against the stone, his mouth panting under the muzzle. He clenched his clawed hands tighter behind him as the faun’s mouth replaced his hands. Sweat dripped down the creatures curved head as he strained against the bonds, unwillingly arching into the other’s hot mouth.

Fingers firmly holding the evil creature’s hips, the faun brushed his tongue over the other, who was now whimpering pathetically in pleasure. He knew the Pale Man was close because of how jerky his movements were and by the strained noises he was making. The faun continued to lap and suck as the other trembled and yelped above him.

Suddenly, the Pale Man stiffened, howling and whimpering. The faun finished lapping and rose to his feet slowly. He watched proudly as the other slumped shakily, gasping. He turned and walked to the table, tipping the creature’s eyes back onto the bowl.

He then strolled calmly out of the chamber, leaving the Pale Man bound to the pillar, fighting the strong rope and screeching bloody murder.

End.