Trisha
A wicked look spreads across Selvanar’s face. He’s already got an arm hooked around me, so it’s not too difficult for him to roll us both over until he’s on top. There, he straddles my hips so his surprisingly large cock is lying across my belly, the tip dripping glittering white cum onto my skin.
“Even your cum is shiny,” I say, peering closer. “I forgot about that.”
Selvanar chuckles. “Indeed. I’ve heard it feels good inside you, too.”
My thighs clench. That’s what I’ve been craving.
But instead of putting said shiny cum in me, my fairy slides down the rickety twig bed until he’s crouched between my knees.
“Can’t wait to do this again,” he says as he bends down, licking his lips. Then he glances up at me with an arched brow. “Do I have permission?”
I snort. “Yes, you do.”
“Good.”
Then he jumps in. First, he plays teasing games with my clit, circling it but never directly touching it. I squirm, and he outright laughs at my displeasure.
“Eager woman,” he says, then rubs over it with his tongue.
I moan at the friction, reflexively grabbing his hair in my fingers.
It’s soft, unbelievably soft, and as I grip him tight, he licks me harder.
Soon I’m whimpering and writhing, and he’s whirling his tongue over me like a seasoned pussy-eater.
I’m already creeping closer and closer to my climax when he strokes my folds with his fingers.
“I loved seeing you up close,” he says, exploring down lower until he’s reached my slit. “But now I get to fill up this cunt the way I want.”
A finger pushes into me, and my hips snap up at the stimulation. Then Selvanar returns to his pursuit, licking and fucking me with his hand at the same time. My moans are climbing and I’m clinging to him as my thighs tremble and shiver.
Just before I can finish, though, Selvanar pulls his mouth away. I whine in desperation, but he has a wicked look on his face as he wraps one long-fingered hand around his cock.
“When you come, I want it to be around me,” he says, and it’s just the sort of thing Selvanar would do.
Then he kneels between my legs and leans forward, guiding himself down.
His soft cockhead brushes over my clit, and I nearly come apart at just that touch.
Then he wedges himself between the folds of my pussy, looks right into my eyes, and slides in.
“Oh!” I can’t help the cry that escapes me as he slips through easily, as wet as I am, and it carries him in surprisingly deep. Wow, now that we’re the same size, it’s… a lot thicker than I expected.
A knowing grin crosses Selvanar’s face. “Do you like that, Trisha?” he asks, rolling my name over his tongue. Without waiting for an answer, he gently withdraws, then glides in even farther. My body easily accommodates, grateful to be filled.
“Look at me,” Selvanar says, and I realize my eyes have fallen closed. I open them, gazing up into his ethereal gaze, and he softly smiles back at me. He pushes in even more on his next thrust, until he’s buried in me as far as he can be, and there he halts.
“Ah, that’s it.” He leans back so he can really look down at me, and I think he likes what he sees.
“Just keep my cock warm for a moment.” Reaching down between us, he strokes my clit, just rocking his hips back and forth.
Then slowly, he starts to move again in the same rhythm.
He got me so close before that it isn’t long before I’m shaking and chanting his name, and Selvanar’s smirk is spreading even wider across his face.
“Selvanar,” I whisper between desperate moans. “I’m so glad you’re alright. I’m so, so glad. I needed you.”
His smile turns gentle.
“Look at you,” he says, his other hand toying with my nipple. “So beautiful underneath me. Flawless.” His fingers move over my chest until he reaches my heart. “And so kind and gentle. I think I may be falling for you.”
Before I can answer, before I can tell him I think I’m falling, too, he picks up his pace, and now I’m breaking apart one piece at a time, crumbling underneath him until I’m nothing but a mess of atoms. I may simply disappear into dust.
“There we go,” Selvanar croons to me, leaning forward as he pumps faster, nearly leaving me before he shunts his hips forward and sinks in deep again.
It’s so much, so good, so freeing that I wonder if I might just evaporate.
My legs wind tighter around his hips, bringing him in closer, feeling every part of him as he maintains that even, punishing pace.
Wow. Fairies can fuck.
I can barely stand it anymore, the blistering pleasure coursing up my spine, into my throat, filling me with bubbles. Selvanar must see my face, because he graces me with a fond smile, and slows his pace.
I was just about to come!
“Trisha,” he says, leaning down so our noses are nearly touching. He kisses me once, tenderly, as he glides in and out. “I’m glad I fell in through your window.”
I kiss him back, winding my arms around his neck, my fingers in his hair. “Thank you for showing me your home. For trusting me with this.”
“I know you would never tell a soul.”
The slap of flesh on flesh fills the air, and our bodies are so close together we could probably merge. Selvanar holds me against him as I finally reach the tallest peak I’ve ever climbed, and I scream as I hit the top. My climax rocks me so thoroughly, it’s like I cease to exist.
“The way you milk my cock…” Selvanar groans as he pumps in again, harder, and his body goes taut as a wire as he swells inside me.
And sure enough, it feels amazing when he comes.
Like soft, warm sparkles that spread across my body, the pleasure echoing in every node.
I’ve never felt anything like it. My orgasm doesn’t quite end, down to my clit throbbing and my body squeezing around Selvanar’s cock for a whole minute afterward.
He hums against my head, kissing me before he lifts his body off mine. When he peers down at me, that playful expression is back.
“I hope I pleased you,” he says with a knowing smirk, like he’s perfectly aware of just how earth-shattering that was.
“Oh, you did.” I stroke one of his pointy ears, marveling at him. “Very much.”
“Good.” Selvanar leans back, gently extricating himself from me. I’m boneless as he lies down next to me, wrapping me up in his arms. “Let’s sleep a little longer.”
“How long do the effects of the mushroom last?” I ask.
“Up to twenty-four hours.”
“Shit. I need to work tomorrow.” I let out a sigh. “Might need to go get my phone and call in. I can’t very well go into the office six inches tall.”
Selvanar laughs. “Indeed. I will send someone to fetch your phone while you rest.”
“You’re the one who needs rest!”
He kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry. I am doing much better now.”
I watch as he gets out of bed, admiring his perfect, toned ass. He leans out the door, and I see him summon someone just beyond it. They exchange a few words, and then the someone is gone, leaving us alone again.
When my phone arrives a half hour later, it’s carried along by two fairies who deposit it at the door. They are both cringing, clearly disturbed by the electronic device in their midst.
“Sorry,” I say as I get up to try to operate the phone. It’s difficult at this size, but I’m able to call the office phone line and leave a message.
“I’m really sick,” I say on the fly. “It’s the flu, and I won’t be able to come in the morning.”
With that taken care of, the fairies happily take the phone away, probably glad to be rid of it.
Once again, we return to the bed, and I fall asleep curled up in Selvanar’s warm embrace.