The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Now naked he moved between his wife’s legs. His cock was hard and rampant. While not huge he was more than well-enough endowed. Having a wife who had different body every day made it better to have a perfectly average cock rather than something of extreme size, either small or large. He could satisfy her every time.

  Cassandra’s fingers wrapped around his length and he noticed that her fingernails were lacquered green as well. Was it natural or had she painted them? It didn’t matter. She guided him into her cunt and groaned loudly. “Fuck I love it when you go in.”

  “This body isn’t a virgin,” he reported to her.

  “They never are, haven’t you noticed?”

  “Uh-huh,” he said as he pumped his hips faster and faster. It quickly became apparent he was using her for sexual relief. That was part of the role of a wizard’s wife because magical energies could cause him to have sudden surges of lust. Often that worked to her advantage. She didn’t mind when he wanted her without reason.

  “What happened?” she asked him, clutching his body to hers, lifting up her knees, letting him get deeper into her cunt.

  “Visit from a fairy,” he said. “I wanted to fuck her. I had to fuck you instead.”

  Cassandra smirked at him. “You got hard just talking to a fairy.”

  He thrusted all the harder. “You know they have that effect on men. All men. And women too.”

  “A fairy has never made me hard,” she giggled at him. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but they were a little too short to do it effectively.

  Morgan rolled his eyes. “Get you wet. She would have gotten you wet.”

  “Mm-hmm,” she agreed with him. “And you probably would have loved to see me fuck her too, huh?”

  That was more than enough for Morgan. He lost control and emptied his balls into his wife. She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “So predictable…and so satisfying.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The potion was quite possibly the worst thing he had ever tasted. It was strong, incredibly strong. If Morgan had been brave enough to distill pure alcohol he doubted it would burn as much going down as the potion. He felt his cock through his breeches. It was limp but that meant nothing at the moment. He wife could get him hard but he couldn’t think of an occasion when he got an unexpected erection while in his laboratory. The hope was that he would feel a tingling numbness in his genitalia, but it felt…normal.

  He sighed and hoped he knew what he was doing. The wisest course of action would be to bring someone along with him. Cassandra was probably the best choice, but she was busy in the city today. It was Lili’s day off. That left Knut. Morgan was reasonably sure the grumpy dwarf wouldn’t be affected by the aura of the fairies, but there was one way to be sure.

  Probably.

  “My place is in the tower,” Knut complained when Morgan told him where they were going.

  “No, your place is wherever the hell I tell you it is if it means that you’re on duty and protecting me.”

  “I don’t wanna see any fookin’ fairies,” Knut said as he picked up his axe.

  “Too fookin’ bad,” Morgan told him and held out a flask.

  “What’s this fer?”

  “A little prophylactic to keep your dick uninterested in all those cute fairies flying around.”

  The dwarf’s thick brown furrowed. “I thought a prophylactic was what I wore on Little Knut when I go to Miss Brandywine’s.” He chuckled and Morgan’s eyes narrowed.

  “A preventative,” he clarified. “How much have you had to drink today?”

  “Jus’ a half barrel or so,” the dwarf admitted and then immediately pulled on his beard.

  “You’re on duty today and you’re drinking,” Morgan said angrily. “Drink the damn potion.” His eyes glowered and the pentagram on his forehead literally glowed blue. Knut dry swallowed and then emptied the entire contents of the flask into his mouth. If he felt the same burning that Morgan did, he didn’t give any indication. It did appear to sober him up a bit.

  “Drink on duty again and I’ll cut your beard off and then I’ll toss you out on your ear,” he promised the dwarf.

  “Aye, sir.” Reluctantly he followed Morgan out of his room and then out of the tower.

  The march to the fairy enclave wasn’t fare and the pair walked the distance in complete silence.

  They were stopped at the edge of the enclave by a pair of fairies, one male and one female, both carrying spears and covered in the finest chainmail that Morgan had ever seen. They sought to make themselves appear fiercer by flying at eye level to Morgan and brandishing their weapons. The fact that they were still undeniably cute and their spears were little more than large knitting needles to Morgan’s eyes made their every gesture useless. Morgan was relieved, however, that his cock did not stir at all, even when he focused exclusively on the female.

  “Hold!” They cried together. “What is your business with the Royal Enclave of Queen Rosepetal Amberbell?”

  Knut looked to Morgan who cleared his throat before speaking. “I have arranged a meeting with Mulberry Dapplevine. Please let her know that the wizard Morgan, guardian of the city, is here.”

  The fairies exchanged a nervous glance and then refocused on Knut, who was rethinking his choice of weapon. An axe was a wonderful tool when dealing with large monsters and trees, but for agile flying fairies it seemed unwieldy. He found himself wishing for the old insect swatter that hung behind the kitchen door in the tower. “And you?” the female fairy squeaked.

  “Knut Rokmoore. Ah’m his bodyguard.” The dwarf unnecessarily indicated Morgan.

  “What does a wizard need a bodyguard for?” the fairy demanded.

  “To swat annoying little insects from the air,” he grunted and hefted his axe, showing her the broadhead of the blade rather than the edge.

  “Knut! Watch your tongue!” Morgan admonished him. He cleared his throat and inclined his head slightly at the fairy. “If you would be so kind as to let Mulberry know we are here?”

  The two guards looked at each other and came to a silent agreement. The male flew off, sailing above the rock wall that stood roughly as high as Knut’s head. It wasn’t much of a barrier, but it let the rest of the world know the borders of the enclave. Standing two feet taller than Knut Morgan could see how plants and small trees within the wall had been adapted by the fairies to serve as housing but before he could begin a serious study, the male fairy suddenly zipped back, a sour look on his face.

  “Quartermaster Dapplevine will be with you shortly,” he reported.

  The two fairies nodded to one another and then flew backwards on their butterfly wings to land on small daises on the wall. Morgan didn’t see a gate or entrance through the wall, but then realized the fairies wouldn’t need one. Their wings served that purpose.

  Knut harrumphed and set his red hat lower on his forehead, all but obscuring his eyes. The tassel dangled down into the tangle of his beard. He could have been asleep for all Morgan knew for he stood like a statue, his hands resting on the butt of his upended axe.

  Morgan waited impatiently, occasionally sneaking looks at the fairies who kept a steady watch on him. The female was undeniably attractive and Morgan found himself thinking about what it would be like if she were a full-sized human. He couldn’t get much of a hint of her body through the chainmail, but he knew what she had hiding under the armor…

  The male was just as attractive as the female. Morgan could easily imagine a hundred different scenarios between him and the fairy and his wife, but none of them seemed to make any sense. And again, there was no stirring from his cock, so Morgan was relieved that his potion was working. It seemed to be working with Knut as well, or the dwarf had more interest in sleep than in sex at the moment.

  After what seemed like an inordinately long time, Mulberry Dapplevine appeared, zipping over the wall and flying right up to Morgan.

  “You’re here.” She seemed nervous. That wasn’t a good sign.

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bsp; “Yes,” he said dryly. “As we agreed.”

  “What can I do for you?” She was clearly biding her time.

  “I want to see the scene of the theft,” said Morgan. “And from there I’ll determine what we need to do to recover your…property.”

  “There’s a small problem with that plan,” said Mulberry, fluttering back and forth in front of him. He wished she would stop moving. It was annoying and then he realized that she was wearing only a tiny dress that barely came down to her thighs. Her nipples were once again outlined by the thin material and if he were given the opportunity he’d be able to see more than just her smooth, shapely legs.

  “What problem is that?” he asked upon realizing she had stopped talking and was waiting for a reaction from him.

  “Well, it’s actually a big problem,” she replied. “You. You’re the big problem. You’re too big to fit in the enclave. It would be like a giant was rampaging through the city.”

  “You think I came unprepared?” asked Morgan.

  “No…?”

  From one of the many pouches that dangled from his belt Morgan pulled a small flask. He could do the spell on his own, but the length was often indeterminate and he wanted easy ways to counteract the spell or extend it as needed. Taking a pull from the silver flask and wincing at the awful flavor, he nodded once at Mulberry and allowed the magic to do its work.

  It only took a few seconds. The energy field it created was a rather pleasant tingle and soon he found himself several feet shorter than Knut, looking up at Mulberry still covering in the air. Though her legs were close together he was certain he could see the slit between them. It was bare. That made him smile.

  She frowned and zoomed down to him. “What about your bodyguard?”

  “Ah’m staying here,” Knut said. “I’m not getting any shorter.”

  “I’m sure you’ll keep me safe,” Morgan said with a smile. The potion had worked perfectly, shrinking not only his body but all his possessions as well. It wouldn’t last forever, but it was nicely done. Sometimes he surprised himself.

  “And how will you get over the wall?” she asked to the amusement of the guards who stood on the daises three feet above his head.

  “Shit.”

  He didn’t want to be carried by a fairy because he had some dignity, so Morgan had Knut lift him up to the top of the wall. From there he simply jumped down to the ground using a simple feather fall cantrip and waited expectantly for Mulberry to join him. She did so, hovering just inches above the ground, apparently reluctant to let her bare feet touch the ground. “Well done,” she complimented him.

  Up close she was just as attractive and cute as she was when he was six feet tall. Her breasts were still relatively small, but when her nipples poked against her tiny dress he realized the fairies nipples were relatively large compared to her body. He still felt no stirring in his loins, but now wished that he hadn’t taken the chastity potion.

  “I always come prepared for all eventualities,” he said confidently. “Now…where do you store your fairy dust?”

  The building had been naturally grown from an oak tree. It was the size of a small barn…to a human. To a fairy it was a huge barn. And it was empty.

  Nearly empty.

  There were two small sacks in the middle of the floor and two fairies with drawn swords and utterly serious expressions guarding the sacks. As he looked at the sacks Morgan realized he had no basis for how to judge how large the sacks were because he was now two feet tall and his perspective was completely out of whack.

  In the background he saw some fairies scurrying about with broom and mops and other implements of cleaning. Morgan glared at them and then looked at Mulberry. “Don’t tell me that you cleaned up the scene of the crime,” he said in a wearied voice.

  She turned on him. “Of course we did. We had absolutely no fairy dust left. After cleaning we had…that.” She pointed at the two sacks.

  Morgan closed his eyes. “That just makes everything more difficult,” he said.

  “We need the dust,” she pointed out.

  “Right, right,” he agreed as he ran his fingers over his beard. “Should have thought ahead on this. Should have contacted the city guard,” he muttered to himself.

  “We’re not involving the city guard,” Mulberry reminded him sternly.

  “Right, right,” he said as he opened the satchel that hung from his belt and inspected the equipment he had brought along. It had shrunk along with him and didn’t seem any the worse for the minor magic spell. “Let me get to work.”

  Mulberry stepped back and watched as Morgan set out all the equipment he had brought along. She was alarmed at the amount of materials that came out of his small satchel. When he was done emptying he had a small variety of glass beakers, a stone mortar and pestle, copper cups, a trivet that held up an iron cookpot, and a small variety of powders in small sachets.

  What followed was an arcane procedure that had all the trappings of a ritual but none of the weightiness. Mulberry grew bored watching him but didn’t leave.

  The whole process took over an hour during which the two guards didn’t once take their eyes from Morgan, but Mulberry found herself dozing while leaning against the far wall.

  “Hmm.” It was the first sound that had escaped Morgan’s lips once he had set to work.

  The guards watched him more closely. Mulberry opened her eyes and wiped away the drool that had seeped onto her chin. “What?” she demanded of him.

  “This is very interesting,” Morgan said, drumming his fingers on his chin.

  “What is?”

  He fixed his eyes on her and twisted his lips. “I’ll have to study this more,” he said quickly packing up his equipment while shoving the few notes he had made on a tiny paper journal into one of his voluminous pockets. “I’ll have to get back to you. Can you escort me back to Knut?”

  “Yes,” she said and gestured for him to follow her. Mulberry floated up in the air while Morgan was still restricted to the floor. Remembering he was without wings, she floated back down and remained just barely above ground level as they walked through the enclave. Morgan didn’t like that because he had to look up at her and since he was well above average for a human he was accustomed to looking down on everyone. Even worse, he couldn’t look down at her cleavage or up her skirt. He was roughly eyelevel with her midriff.

  “Will you be able to help us?” she asked worriedly.

  “I think so. I’ll be able to track where the dust was taken, but…I can’t guarantee that it’ll still be all together.”

  “We need to move quickly then,” she replied.

  Morgan looked up and wished the fairy would just land and walk with him. As he peered upward his eyes spotted something above her, fluttering through the sky. He had been about to answer her, but now focused on the two figures up in the air. It was two fairies rapidly fluttering their huge butterfly wings. It took him a moment to sort out the scene, but eventually he realized that the two fairies were fucking midair. The logistics of the encounter must have been difficult, but Morgan realized it probably wasn’t anything unusual for a fairy.

  And then he realized the two fairies were copulating in the middle of the enclave in easy view of anyone floating by.

  They didn’t seem to care.

  And the occasional other fairy that fluttered by either was disinterested by the fornicating fairies or took a brief look and called out a word of encouragement before moving on.

  “Are they fucking?” Morgan asked though he already knew the answer. He automatically pointed and Mulberry following his finger.

  Spying the pair she nodded once. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

  Morgan realized he had been caught out judging another race’s social norms. “I just don’t normally see that sort of thing.”

  “I should hope not. Fairies aren’t supposed to leave the enclave without a good reason. It would be exceedingly unusual to see a pair of fairies having sex anywhere near you tower.”<
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  “Right. Makes sense. I forgot your race has different mores than humans.”

  Mulberry laughed at him and Morgan tried his best not to let his face burn bright red. “You humans are so uptight with your sexual rules.”

  “Yes, well, I blame that on the society I was raised in,” Morgan said somewhat huffily.

  “We’d fuck more humans if the size difference wasn’t such a problem,” Mulberry confided in him.

  Her revelation surprised Morgan. “You would?”

  “Yes. In this case ‘you’ meaning fairies in general. We are very adventurous when it comes to new and different partners.”

  “So I gathered,” Morgan commented. His eyes were still focused on the pair up in the air. He was delighted to realize that the pair was now a trio. They had been joined by a third. It was definitely a male but Morgan was having trouble figuring out who was doing what exactly to whom. He supposed it didn’t matter. They were all very happy with what was happening.

  Morgan didn’t judge, but he was jealous.

  “I know a bunch of males that have been able to seduce some human women,” Mulberry confided in him. “That that it’s terribly hard. Your kind might be uptight when it comes to sex, but you’re also very eager to jump at the chance to get fucked.”

  “I think you’ve summed up the heart of the human experience,” Morgan said dryly. The flying fucking trio started to look altitude. Either there was a problem or things were going swimmingly; he couldn’t tell.

  “Most of the human women come away disappointed,” Mulberry reported. “Size different and all.”

  “I can imagine,” Morgan agreed.

  “Then again, as a female myself, I don’t think there’s any chance I’d fuck a human man myself. Even a man with a micropenis—such a sad thing for your race—would stretch my cunny to the point of death.”

  “Agreed.” Morgan was still staring at the trio. The group was floating lower still and he could make out details of their activities. They were detailed enough to cause a stirring in his breeches.