The dark side of pleasure

You are still with me wander, that is good. I had thought that perhaps the illusion of another life had drawn you away. Come through these corridors, the ones with marble lined in darkest night that call to, and step lightly, because I am going to show you something that you may not like, or that you make never wish to stray from.

The illusion fae are a sort of cousin to these creatures that I am showing you now, their lightness and their ease something to remember. Down this corridor filled with warm-scented air are one of the more secretive aspects of the Fae Court. They were called demons for a time, these desires made real, and they are still called such by some today. I couldn’t tell you if there is truly a difference, I have never met one of their demon kin, and so will tell you only of these creatures. Like the illusionaries before them, these creatures provide something the real world cannot offer, and in this case it is of the carnal variety. If this offends you, makes you uncomfortable, we will turn back and I will show you something light and airy and delightfully fae. No? Well, I offered. Down this corridor, and others like it, there are the those that will grant you ever wish you do not speak to your lover, every caress you crave and every sensation you can bear. And the most appealing part? There is little risk to your physical health.

These fae are related to the succubi and incubi, demons of pleasure who prey on different types of humans for the same reason. Without the prey, the demons would die, as would these fae. Someone came here once and labelled theses fae things like ‘fetish’ and ‘cybersex’, broke them down into neat little boxes so others could feel safe. As I said to them, I will say to you. These fae are as dangerous as though in the shadows, they can ensnare you and never let you go and their influence can bleed into the real world with potentially alarming results. But as with all fae, they are not evil, they simply are what they are, a creation of the needs and desires of humanity. Some argue that perhaps these creatures are a safe method of dealing with those desires, that these creatures and their constructs are perhaps preferable in some ways to the real events they are mimicking. I say that is up to the individual to decide. That one, in the corner with the body so translucent that you can almost see through her, she is one that creates illusions not of herself, but who acts as an intermediary for two mortals. She smiles like that because she is mute herself, and the words of the mortals shape her, her actions, her appearance, everything. She waits.

The danger of her and her friends is that her intangible nature makes the tangible world feel lacking. The illusion is woven so that exactly what you want appears, and so what a hardship the flawed and unpredictable real world becomes. And with each visit the comparative safety of anonymity, of control, of the removal of social awkwardness, the seeds of need are warmed and begin to grow. And like the seeds of doubt, they grow and cling to everything that can hold their weight, briar roses with sweet scented flowers and thorns that cling and tear. But the wounds are on the inside, where other mortals can’t see them, and can leave weeping scars that cripple.

Be wary here, wanderer, because these corridors and the rooms off them hold pleasure, but there is always a price. Everything has a price. Be careful that the price is something you can afford to part.