Selvanar
Most fairies know better than to question or second-guess me. Though they shoot Trisha suspicious looks, they won’t object to my order that she come along.
The healer, Calda, is an ancient fairy woman with many generations’ worth of knowledge. She has outlived even some of her students.
She tsks as she examines the bumps all over my skin. “You should not have gotten near human soaps.”
I grunt. Yes, I know, but I was too enchanted with Trisha at the time. I am still enchanted with her, of course, but I will never touch one of her products again, no matter how innocuous it sounds.
Calda doesn’t spare the human in our midst a second glance as she busies about making her own medicine, sprinkling in plenty of pixie dust as she grinds and mixes. When she’s finished with her concoction, she raises it to my lips and instructs me to drink.
As I expected, it tastes abysmal, but Calda’s remedies always work. So I suck all of it down and wipe my mouth at the end, already feeling a bit stronger.
“I’m glad you brought him when you did,” Calda says to Trisha with a nod of appreciation. “I assume you are the one who made sure our king got home safely.”
Trisha holds up her hands. “I just drove here, that’s all.”
“And you hiked for two miles and ate a mushroom,” I add.
“I guess I did do that, yes.” She twiddles her thumbs. “But he was in trouble. I had to do it.”
Calda smiles at her, her eyes disappearing into her wrinkles. “I think this one is special, isn’t she, Your Majesty?”
I nod in agreement. If even Calda can sense it… I know I have found a unique gemstone in this human woman.
My advisors are all trying to get in the room, but Calda dislikes her patients being bothered and shoos out everyone except Trisha. Then she shoots me a mischievous look and departs herself.
Suddenly, we’re alone, and Trisha scoots closer to the bed to slip her dark brown hand into mine. It is incredible to look down upon her fingers and see them woven in with my own shimmering green ones, almost the same size.
“You already look better,” Trisha remarks, studying me. “Whatever she gave you, I think it’s working.”
“That would come as no surprise.” I lean back in the leaf bed where Calda has put me and sigh. “But I wouldn’t mind some rest.”
“Of course.” Trisha gets up to leave, but I grab her hand and pull her back down.
“Lie down with me?”
She examines my face, then nods and climbs into the bed. She is surprisingly small against my side, short in stature with perfectly soft curves. I curl my arms around her, and she relaxes against me. Within moments, I’m asleep.
When I awaken some time later, my throat is parched. There’s a pitcher of fresh water on the table beside the bed, so I reach past a sleeping Trisha for it. Then I guzzle as much as I can, as fast as I can, until a few droplets splash on her face. Her eyes open and she squints.
“Sorry,” I say, wiping the water away from my chin and returning the pitcher to the table.
“No worries.” She snuggles in closer against my side, and I curl my arm tighter around her. The rash has all but left my skin, leaving only some textured bumps behind that will likely fade with time.
Now that the danger has passed, I want to enjoy my human. She is my size, after all, at long last. There are many more things I can do to please her, and I don’t think Calda is coming back anytime soon with us “sleeping” in here.
I wonder if Trisha would be interested in exploring more with me. I hope so.
While I embrace her, I allow my hands to wander, roaming down her back to her round bottom. Trisha’s breath hitches as I run my fingers along the soft swells, and she cuddles in even closer.
This is a good sign, I believe.
She tilts her head back so she can look up into my face, and it is amazing to see her up close this way, rather than as a large head in the sky. Her features are so soft, her nose rounded and her eyes wide, her cheeks dotted with those lovely freckles. I just want to lick her up.
Reading the invitation for what it is, I lean down until my nose is almost touching the tip of hers, and pause to really look at her. Her breath comes slightly faster, and I believe she’s anticipating what we might do. Just to tease her, I lick the exposed edge of her lip, and she inhales sharply.
“Trisha,” I murmur, pressing my abdomen up against hers, “do you know what I want to do to you?”
Her dark eyelashes flutter. “What do you want to do to me?”
In answer, I crush my mouth against hers. She squeaks, but I don’t relent, curling my arm around her lower back to pull her in even closer.
I sense her modesty melt away, and she kisses me back just as fervently, her breasts squishing against my chest. Now my cock is certainly awake, and I hope that she is interested in the same thing I am.
When I’ve finished lavishing attention on her mouth, I pull her hips closer so she can feel just how hard I am for her. Trisha lets out a sound of approval as her hands snake down between us. The moment she touches me there, a bolt of pleasure shoots from my groin straight into my throat.
This woman is going to test my self-control, I know it.
She wraps her hand around my cock and strokes experimentally, which makes my eyes roll back into my head.
It’s been some time since anyone touched me this way, and my body reacts instantly.
Trisha passes her thumb over the head, smearing the droplet of seed that’s already formed there.
Her eyelids drop low over her eyes, and a lazy smile spreads across her face as my hips buck under her gentle touch.
I think she’s enjoying how sensitive I am and using it to her advantage.
How rude.
Her hand continues at a slow, steady pace, squeezing around the base of my cock and then dragging up to the tip so my foreskin encloses the head. It’s driving me wild, this simple touch, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to let off right into her hand.
“Trisha,” I murmur, cupping my fingers around hers to slow her movements. “I can’t take much more. I either need to lick that sweet cunt of yours, or I’m going to turn you over and fuck you right now.”
Her eyes light up, and her smile gets wider.
“Oh?” She releases me, then trails her hands up from my abdomen to my chest, like she can’t bear to end the contact between us. “Do what you please, Selvanar. I’m yours.”
My heart nearly bursts at this declaration. She’s mine? I can do what I wish with her?
That is a wildly enticing offer, because there are many, many filthy things I’d like to accomplish while she’s here.
Yes, I know this can’t last. The mushroom will stop working tomorrow, but I’ll take what I can for the moment.
That’s what a fairy does best.