“This is going to hurt,” he told her, raising his wand once more. Yellow light gathered around the tip, and Dana’s world turned black.
The river wasn’t terribly deep, and Mike’s feet had briefly touched the bottom after impact. However, it was very fast. It could have been ten seconds or ten minutes—Mike had no idea. The river had carried him through a path of its own, the water terminating on both sides at walls. Eventually, a break had come, and he had pulled himself to the safety of the shore.
Lying on his back, Mike stared at the stone ceiling hundreds of feet above him. He had lost track of Beth in the river, her hand slipping out of his. His clothes were soaking wet, and he was chilled all the way to the bone.
Reaching behind his belt, he touched the hilt of the dagger. He sighed, realizing the thing had caused him more problems than anything else. The others had left while he’d gone to get it, and he had had a chance to face the Minotaur but had run instead. Why bother carrying the damn thing if he knew he was never going to use it?
Shivering, Mike stood, glancing back at the river. There was no sign of Beth, and he was worried that she could be seriously hurt. Everyone in the house was in danger now, and he felt powerless to help. Mike stripped off his clothes and stood naked on the cool grass while he attempted to squeeze as much water out of them as possible. Giving his pants a good twist, he was surprised to see the blue stone dangling from its chain. He had stuck it in his pocket, promptly forgetting about it until now.
“Shit,” he muttered, laying it on a rock with the dagger and his shoes. With no sunlight, cold and miserable was going to be the recipe for the rest of his day. Frustrated, he threw his pants at the ground and sat down on a rock. The sensation of cold stone on his scrotum made him jump up, and he swore again.
“The wet man is mad,” a tiny voice said from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Mike knelt by the dagger, his hand hovering over the hilt.
“Cold and wet and miserable,” another voice squeaked.
“But he’s still cute,” a third voice added.
“Show yourself,” Mike said. “Please. I mean you no harm but will fight if I have to.” He couldn’t tell which direction the voices were coming from, and they sounded similar.
“This one’s got fire in his veins.”
“Not like the others.”
“And he’s much cuter.”
“What others?” Mike asked. “Have you seen my friends?”
“The one with one eye?”
“Or the green one?”
“Or the one made of stone?” When the last voice spoke, three colorful balls of light rose from behind the stones around him. One red, one green, and one blue. They circled him, pulsating gently in rhythm with one another.
“Please. Please hold still.” They were making Mike dizzy. “You’ve seen my friends?”
“Oh, for sure!” The three lights landed on one of the bigger stones, flaring brightly to reveal three tiny women. Each one retained their colored aura and stood roughly nine inches tall. Mike puzzled over their nature until he saw the fluttering wings behind their backs.
“Oh. You’re fairies,” he said.
“Indeed we are,” said the red one.
“Oh, so clever,” said the green one.
“Glad to hear he isn’t blind,” added the blue one.
Mike leaned forward for a closer look. The red fairy had the compound eyes of a dragonfly and dark lines down her belly. She spun around as if for his approval, her rear end lighting up like a torch and revealing four translucent wings. The green fairy had wide eyes, a set of mandibles like a grasshopper, and extremely long legs. She took off, her body hovering in place at eye level.
“Like what you see?” she asked, blowing him a kiss, turning sideways.
“Uh…” Mike looked at the last fairy. She had unusually large eyes, and her wings were hidden by a hard blue shell. When she crossed her arms, it pushed her tiny breasts up and out. “Yes,” he said. “You are all quite pretty. What are your names?”
The fairies let out a cheer and took off once more, flying circles around him. Two landed on his shoulders and the blue one on top of his head. They were very light—Mike felt that the tiniest of breezes would dislodge them.
“I’m Olivia,” said the green one.
“I’m Carmina,” said the red one.
“And I’m Cerulea.” The blue one leaned over his forehead, holding on to his hair for support.
At least their names would be easy to keep straight. “I expected fairies to look more…human.”
“You’re thinking of pixies,” Olivia told him. “Pixies are nasty.”
“So nasty,” Carmina added.
“We’re way more fun to play with,” Cerulea told him, smiling in his face.
Mike smiled back, trying not to stare at her tiny blue nipples. “As much as I would like to play, my friends need my help. Do you know where they are? And my other friend who was with me, she fell in the river. I have to know if she is okay.”
“Perhaps.”
“Maybe.”
“We could tell you.” Cerulea’s smile turned mischievous. “If we wanted to.”
“I really need to know. Are they okay?”
The fairies exchanged looks. “For now.”
“So what is it that you want?” Mike asked. “To help me find my friends?”
The three fairies giggled, and Cerulea blushed.
“You have something we’ve wanted for a long time,” Olivia told him.
“Something powerful,” Carmina added.
“Something magic.” Cerulea slipped off his head, her wings fluttering loudly while she hovered before him. “We want to eat your seed.”
“My seed?” Mike asked. The three fairies nodded hungrily, Carmina licking her lips. “You mean my sperm?”
“It gives us powerful magic.”
“Magic to escape this place.”
“Magic to make wishes come true.”
“You’re trapped here too?” Mike asked.
“For a long time.”
“The Minotaur can’t catch us.”
“But we can’t leave.” Cerulea pouted, her eyes expanding adorably. “Will you help us?”
“I…I suppose.” It was a weird request, but not even the strangest thing that had happened to him today. All three fairies glowed like tiny stars, their faces literally lighting up in excitement.
Mike looked around. “Um, where do you want me to go?”
“You can sit if you want!” Olivia told him, and she hovered over the ground, glitter falling from her wings. A tiny mushroom sprouted beneath her, and the longer she hovered, the bigger it got. Eventually it took the size and shape of a small loveseat.
“Thanks.” Sitting down, Mike almost laughed at the looks of desperation on their tiny faces. “This will take me a few minutes, if you don’t mind waiting. It doesn’t help that I’m half frozen.”
“Oh, we don’t need your help!” Carmina told him, and the fairies landed on his thighs.
“Just lie back and relax,” Cerulea said, placing her hands on his stomach. His body flooded with heat, hot air encircling him and drying him off.
“And we’ll take care of the rest,” Olivia added. Her hands glowed with a rainbow aura, and she massaged Mike’s scrotum, creating a tingling sensation that spread along the base of his cock. His dick slowly hardened, and the fairies surrounded it, wrapping their arms around his thick shaft.
“Oh!” Mike was surprised at how good it felt, the sensation of tiny hands all along his penis, but the real surprise came from the tiny kisses they planted on the head of it. Each one sent a little surge of energy into his body, their small tongues making his cock twitch. The fairies giggled when his dick moved, holding on tightly and wrapping their legs around him.
Cerulea held tight
ly to the bottom of his shaft, using her legs as a cock ring and making his dick swell even larger. She let out a laugh, licking him, her warm tongue making his cock twitch again, releasing a drop of precum from its tip.
Carmina and Olivia were there to intercept it. The drop was big enough for them to split, and they licked the head of his penis even more, causing yet another trickle of precum to flow from the tip. They rubbed themselves against it, like cats with catnip, letting out gasps of their own. At the base of his cock, Cerulea moaned, and Mike realized that she was now rubbing her pussy against him. It left behind a glittery trail of lubrication, and she slowly circled him, anointing him with her fluids.
“That…feels really good,” he told them, which seemed to inspire their efforts. Carmina was openly feeding, her lips on the rim of his urethra, sucking and mewling in delight. Below her, Olivia lapped up what Carmina couldn’t swallow, grinding her hips against his shaft while fingering Carmina’s pussy with her free hand. Carmina swiveled her hips, pushing herself lower onto Olivia’s hand, letting out tiny, high-pitched moans.
“Hey!” Cerulea reached up to try and grab some of his precum, but Carmina and Olivia had intercepted all of it. Olivia shifted her weight and pushed Carmina farther up Mike’s cock. Carmina was now actively lapping at the steady flow of precum. She shoved her face onto the head of Mike’s cock, and he watched in amazement when her lips stretched impossibly wide, enveloping the top half of his glans.
“Holy…,” Mike whispered in awe, watching the little red fairy’s mouth and head expand. She was gulping greedily, sucking Mike dry and making his cock even harder. Her eyes bugged out of her head, and Olivia pulled her glitter-soaked hand out of Carmina’s snatch.
“No fair!” Olivia pulled on Carmina, and Carmina popped free, tumbling onto Mike’s belly, a satisfied look on her face.
Carmina adjusted her antenna and smiled at Mike, her body glowing. “I’m going to find your friends now,” she said, doing a little pirouette on his lap before turning into a ball of light and disappearing into the distance.
“Thanks, uh…”
Olivia had taken position at the top now, her eyes hungrily fixated on Mike’s twitching shaft. After licking around his glans, she worked her way up to the top of Mike’s penis, nibbling at the edges of his urethra.
“The best stuff is farther down,” she informed him, holding up a glitter-soaked hand. After circling his urethra, she slid her hand inside, gently moving her fist inside of his dick.
“That’s…I mean…” Mike’s cock spasmed, the sensation of something moving along the inside both strange and enticing. He could feel her fist moving up and down inside his shaft. He pressed a couple of fingers against the base of his cock, reveling in the sensation of that tiny fist moving just below the skin. Was this even a thing? It felt good, but what would it accomplish?
Cerulea sighed, scooting slightly higher on his dick. The lower half of his shaft looked like he had fucked an envelope full of glitter, and she was letting out tiny moans the whole way. Olivia’s slow movements made his cock spasm again, and she held still.
“I’m going to go deeper,” she informed him, hovering just above his penis and pushing her arm in past her elbow. It was like flicking a switch, and the slightly pleasurable sensation suddenly changed. Every few movements felt like a miniature orgasm, and Mike watched in amazement as she worked her arm in all the way to the shoulder, her face a mask of concentration as she pistoned her arm in and out. Small clear pools of semen formed and then were pushed out, and Olivia pulled her arm free, bringing out some of the stickiest cum Mike had ever seen.
“Don’t…don’t stop,” Mike begged her.
Olivia quickly lapped up what she could, the remaining cum leaking down onto Cerulea, who was actively humping Mike’s shaft while she ate what she could.
“Don’t worry,” Olivia assured him. “I’m not full yet.” She slid her arm inside of his shaft again, and he felt like his dick would burst. The sensation was similar to the moment before an orgasm, but it had been stretched all the way out. Olivia made a fist and continued to jack him off from the inside with tiny little movements that made his head spin.
“Oh fuck,” Mike whispered.
Cerulea slid down the bottom of his cock. With a show of super strength, she wrapped her legs around the top of his balls and squeezed, doing the same to the base of his shaft with her arms. The orgasm was cut off but not before plenty of semen squirted out all around Olivia’s arm, sticking to her like honey.
Screaming with delight, the fairy began her feast, her whole body lighting up with every swallow. Cerulea held a tight grip against his balls, and he could feel his arousal declining. Olivia was meticulous, licking everywhere he had sprayed, including her own arm. She contorted unnaturally, her long tongue easily cleaning off her elbow and armpit.
“I’m going to find your river friend,” she informed him once she was clean. She hovered in front of his face, her wide eyes blinking. After blowing him a kiss, she flew away, turning into a bright-green ball of light.
“Oh my God,” Mike uttered, staring down at the last remaining fairy. “And what sort of trick do you have up your sleeve?”
“A good one,” Cerulea promised, releasing his balls. She climbed up his shaft to the upper half and ground her pussy against him once more. Moaning quietly to herself, she coated him in her glittering juices, spiraling her way up until she was near the head of his penis. His cock was tingling now, and it sparkled in the light of the Labyrinth.
“You have me on pins and needles,” he told her. She giggled, scooting across the head of his dick. His urethra was still sensitive to the touch but enjoyably so as she moved across it. She took off, hovering over him to inspect her handiwork. The sounds her wings made reminded him of a beetle in flight, a low, whispery rumble. After circling above his cock, she landed gently on top of it, a large smile on her face.
“I’ve never done this before,” she told him. “But I’ve practiced when the others aren’t around.”
“Practiced what?” Mike asked.
Cerulea circled her hips on the head of his cock, the sensation very similar to a tongue or a determined finger. Working her hips back and forth at odd intervals, Mike saw that her swollen little pussy was expanding, widening itself to an alarming size.
“There’s no way that’ll work,” Mike told her.
“You’ve never met a determined fairy.” Her pussy was almost wide enough now to take the tip of his finger, and she grabbed on with her tiny, armored blue arms and pulled. Her hips expanded to accommodate, and Mike felt her widen once more. He was suddenly reminded of Carmina and how her mouth had expanded to encompass the head of his dick.
“Can you…can your whole body stretch like that?” Mike asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Cerulea responded, her eyes tightly shut in concentration.
“Then allow me to help,” he said, carefully grabbing her legs with each hand. Her eyes opened wide when Mike tugged down on them, and he was surprised to see her body expand even farther, taking in most of the head of his dick. Her hips were now huge in comparison to the rest of her body.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, panting loudly. “Please don’t stop.” She felt impossibly tight, and the glittery fluid leaking from her cunt was now glowing.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Mike informed her, shifting his grip to her waist. He grabbed her gently, then pulled her even farther down onto him. Her stomach swelled, the head of his cock buried inside her. Cerulea let out a scream, and Mike let go.
“No, no, more!” she yelled, grabbing at his fingers. Mike grabbed her again and proceeded even farther, watching her torso swell like a balloon, her breasts pushed out by the top of his cock. His dick was wider than she was, and she stretched even farther. Using his free hand, he teased her nipples with the tip of his finger, grinning at the panicked look on her face.
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�Do you like that?” he asked, playfully flicking them with his fingernail. Cerulea nodded, her eyes rolling into her head. He pushed himself deeper, stopping when he realized that the top of his dick was now just below her throat. It suddenly occurred to him that with her current distortion, there could be no room for internal organs, and he worried that he was crushing her insides. He relaxed, and her elastic body began to slide up and off him.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, her tiny legs kicking.
“I’m going to hurt you.”
“No, you aren’t! Now be a fucking man and put it all the way—AHHHHH!” Cerulea shrieked when he grabbed her by the hips tightly and pushed his way upward. His cock stretched her throat wide, then went up to her head. Her skull expanded now, and her eyes rolled wildly as she dug her tiny fingers into the flesh of his thumb.
“OH GODS, MORE!” she demanded when he pulled out far enough that her head had deflated, so he obliged. Her body stretched vertically as he pulled her down as far as she could go, her pussy hitting the bottom of his dick. She was tight, and the inside of her body was now vibrating, sending ripples of pleasure through Mike. He moaned softly, lifting her up and then pulling her down again.
“OH, FUCK, MMM, DON’T STOP!”
Mike moved her slowly at first, adjusting to the strange sensation that he was holding a person and not a masturbator. Still, the little blue fairy was pretty demanding, and Mike stroked himself faster, adjusting the timing to Cerulea’s outbursts. He would sometimes cut her off too soon, her face stretched so tightly that she couldn’t speak.
“Oh, please, all the…WAY! Yes, yes, yes…FUUUUCK!” Cerulea’s words ran together, and Mike felt her whole body tremble. Stroking harder, he twisted her body, delighting in the sensation and her reaction. She was letting out screams now, and Mike shoved himself in deep as she came.
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