“I once gave a man a handjob,” she added.
That caught Morgan’s attention. He focused his eyes on her. “You did?” He looked at her small hands. “How did that work?”
“Quite well,” she breezily commented with a sly smile. “I suppose it would be better called an arm job, but Dilan enjoyed it. Literally coated me with his cum.” She laughed. “I had to bathe and scrub for an hour to get it all off. Good times.”
The trio fluttered to the ground. The female was in the middle with both men aggressively thrusting into her. From the young fairy’s expression, she was thrilled to be the center of their attention.
“Robin Rainfrost is such a slut,” Mulberry stage-whispered to Morgan. “Of course Comet Pineleaf will fuck anything that flies,” she added. “And I’m ashamed to say that I let Dragonfly Jingelhorn bed me more than once. Knows how to use his cock but he’s an airhead.”
“What?” asked a confused Morgan. Robin was crying her little lungs out as the two gentlemen finished her off. The ecstatic expression on her face told Morgan this was not an unusual occurrence for her.
“Nothing,” Mulberry said, disappointed. Her eyes wandered; Morgan still stared at the trio as they rest on the ground. From above there was a tiny smattering of applause.
“Do you want to fuck?” Mulberry bluntly asked him.
“What?” Morgan replied. “That’s impossible. I took the chastity potion before I left my tower.”
“I think it’s worn off,” Mulberry pointed out with a perfectly shaped finger. Morgan’s breeches were tented out by his aggressive erection.
Morgan looked down at himself and didn’t know what to do. “Oh.”
“I’d love to tell my friends that I actually fucked a human. They’ll be so jealous.”
“But…I’m your size. Wouldn’t it be like fucking just any other fairy?” Morgan asked.
She shrugged. “Maybe. There’s only one way to find out.”
“Oh.”
She shrugged again. “I get it. You’re married. You weren’t expecting this. You think I’m just using you for an adventure.”
“Um…yes.”
“It didn’t hurt to ask,” She took to wing again and started to flutter away, expecting Morgan to follow.
He didn’t.
“I said yes,” he called out.
She turned in midair. “Yes to what?” Her brow was furrowed.
“Yes to fucking you,” he clarified.
“Well why didn’t you say so!” She zoomed back down and grabbed his hand. “I suppose you’ll want to do this in privacy?”
Morgan hesitated. At the moment he really didn’t care, but there was weight to her words. “It doesn’t matter. Fairies do it out in the open?”
Her smile was warm and without duplicity. “There is no shame in sex. And it honors the goddess to do it under the sky so she can see.”
“Outside it is then,” Morgan agreed.
She laughed one more time and then zipped up to him, using her wings and feet. The action was so quick that he was barely ready for her, which she had expected. Her hands went around the back of his neck and they were kissing before he realized it. Her tongue was soft and wet and warm and unnaturally long. He was certain the organ was going to slip all the way down in his throat before she broke off the kiss and backed off with a satisfied expression on her face.
“C’mon,” she said, pulling on his hand as she set to wing again. “I know where we can have some privacy.”
Gamely he trotted along behind her, his feet trying to keep up with her wings. “I thought you said you wanted to fuck in public?” he asked, already confused.
She gave him a shake of her head. “That was before I knew you were willing to do what I wanted. Besides, if we do it in public some other fairy will want to join in and I’m not sharing you, not yet.”
Where they wound up was a very secluded park where light barely penetrated to the ground. Morgan had to duck down under a branch to enter. She led him through a tangle of limbs and bushes and leave before the vegetation opened up into a small clearing. Morgan realized right away that they were not the first to use this place as a private place to fuck.
It was a secret that everyone knew.
It didn’t discourage him at all.
Mulberry rolled down her dress and was immediately naked without Morgan blinking his eyes. Because she was a fairy she had to be slim and lightweight, otherwise she couldn’t fly. Her breasts were small and the nipples were bright red like raspberries. There wasn’t a single hair between her legs though her inner labia protruded down slightly from her crease. Morgan wondered if that was natural for her or if she was that aroused.
She leaned back against a thin branch and waited for him. “Well?”
Morgan quickly struggled out of his clothes. Being a wizard he had to carry more things with him than a fairy, but the downside was it took forever to get naked. Mulberry was amused at his struggle but once his cock came into view, she nodded in approval.
“Very nice,” she said as she went down on her knees in front of him. In their little bower her wings spread wide and it suddenly became a much closer space. She put her hand on the base of his cock to steady his organ so she could lower her mouth down onto the glans, but she stopped right before her tongue made contact. “You really aren’t much bigger than most male fairies,” she told him.
“What? I’m not?” In the moment of lust, Morgan was confused on how relative sizing worked.
“Well, when you are two feet tall, you’re the same size as most of the fairies I’ve fucked. Maybe a smidge bigger.” She then proceeded to lick his cock from his balls all the way up to the tip where she tasted his precum.
Morgan groaned in anticipation of what was to come.
Her tongue circled around the ridge of his head. After only a few seconds of contact it dawned on Morgan that fairies were naturally hotter than human, not in appearance, but in body temperatures. It didn’t bother him. It was just another bit of difference that was to be enjoyed.
Her fellatio skills were well-developed. Morgan had the distinct impression that Mulberry, along with possibly every other fairy in the Five Lands, that she was perfectly open with her sexuality and was just as eager to fuck as she was to have a casual conversation.
“I have to be honest with you,” she said, taking a quick break from sucking and licked while she pumped her hand up and down his shaft.
“Honest?”
“Yes. Honest. I’m fucking you because you’re human.”
“Okay…?”
“I want to be able to say that I’ve had a human cock in my cunny,” she clarified.
“If that’s what you want, I’m good,” he said agreeably.
“It’s so I can brag,” she continued and pushed on his hips slightly, indicating he should lay down. “Lay down, I want to ride you.”
He obeyed. There was no reason not to.”
“Because none of your friends have fucked a human?” he asked as she straddled his hips and positioned her cunt right above his cock.
“Right. Bragging rights.”
“But you’re being deceitful,” he pointed out.
She paused, his cock head touching the heat of her lower lips but not truly inside her yet. The tease was excruciating. “How so?”
“I’ve been diminished in size,” he pointed out.
“So? It’s a minor quibble.”
“It’s your reputation,” he said with a roll of his shoulders and grabbed her hips to pull her down on his cock.
Her wings flapped in response, trying to lift her body off of his, but he was having none of that. Mulberry’s body was lightweight and though her wings flapped rapidly trying to escape impalement on his flesh shaft, she was unsuccessful in her struggle. Once she was halfway down his cock, she stopped struggling.
“Oh yeah,” she said with an unfocused gaze. “This is what I wanted.”
He shoved his hips up into the air and she allowed him to pe
netrate her all the way, groaning deeply. Fully seated inside her, he groaned at the heat inside her cunt; it was easily the hottest cunt he had ever been inside of.
When he started thrusting upward, she made a high squeaking noise and flapped her wings, this time not in an effort to escape but to express her delight. When she started to fly away in her enthusiasm for the act they were sharing, he grabbed her hips more firmly and pulled her back down on him. This set up a unique dynamic where he tried to keep her from escaping and she struggled to fly off his cock.
They both loved this unique bit of lovemaking; it wasn’t a fight, it was a mutual struggle for pleasure.
Unfortunately it didn’t last nearly as long as either of them wanted.
“I could fuck you forever,” he grunted up at her, wishing he had a free hand to pinch one of her sweet nipples. It was like she could read his mind; she brought her hands to her tits and briefly covered them before rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Can’t,” she said. “I need you to cum. I need you to cum in me.”
“Five more minutes,” he promised as he slammed his cock in and out of her faster and harder.
“So…fucking…hard. Big…and…hard.” She was having trouble forming complete thoughts and sentences. Mulberry knew herself. She was close to her climax. She could feel Morgan getting harder and bigger. She knew he was a close as she was.
“Need to finish,” he grunted at her.
“Do it! Cum in me! Fill! Me! Up!”
That was all Morgan needed. He slammed her hips and cunt back down on his cock one last time and thrusted hard upward. The climax was borderline painful, his balls tightening up and the amount of force he used to squirt his cum into her cunt.
His reaction was apparently exactly what she needed as well. A second after he came, he body shook with orgasm. Her wings flapped rapidly, creating a minor whirlwind in the small bower and buffeting his body. She felt his cock slipping out of her. It was too soon, she wanted to feel him inside her a little longer. And then she realized he wasn’t going limp. His body was growing and she was being forced off his cock because he was getting so large so fast she was literally being lifted off him.
“Oh shit!” Morgan exclaimed when he realized what was going on.
“Oh no!” Mulberry was going up into the air. Her head hit the top of the bower. She was riding his cock up into the air, destroying the vegetation above them.
It all happened too quickly. In a matter of seconds Morgan was back at full size, sprawled and tangled in the plants of the now ruined bower while Mulberry was seated on his cock. All the fairies in the enclave stopped from where they were buzzing about on their duties and looked at the mismatched pair.
After a few seconds of uncomfortable staring, some wise fairy had the clever idea to begin clapping.
Mulberry took a bow and posed for her friends.
Morgan used a bit of subtle magic to grow his clothes. It was one thing to be naked in front of a bunch of fairies after fucking one of them, but he was damned if he was going to exit the enclave buck ass naked.
Chapter Seventeen
Knut the dwarf was chortling to himself all the way back to the tower. It wasn’t a particularly long walk, but Morgan found himself wishing he had asked Mulberry for a large mirror so he could have instantly transported back to the tower and made Knut walk.
He was certain that there wasn’t a mirror large enough in the fairy enclave to accommodate his size.
“What are you finding so amusing, Knut,” he finally asked the dwarf when they were halfway back. He would have cast a deafness spell on himself if he had been certain he wouldn’t have to deal with the dwarf’s laughter.
“Ah’ve just never seen yeh buck ass naked before, yeh honor,” the dwarf said, his smile obvious behind his bushy beard.
“So surprising,” Morgan said dryly.
“Yeh have nothing to be ashamed of,” Knut hurriedly added. “While yeh can’t compete with a dwarf’s tremendous girth—no mere human can—yeh showed yehself respectably to those fairies.”
Morgan stopped walking. “How did you get inside the enclave? There are no gates.”
After a couple of paces, Knut stopped and looked back at the wizard. “Bah. The guards let me climb the wall. Easy feat for a dwarf. They let me sleep inside. It was easier for them to keep an eye on me that way.”
“You were sleeping on the job?” Morgan asked pointedly.
“So were yeh, yeh honor,” Knut shot back. “Well…sleeping is not the correct term, but a bed-bound activity, if ah’m right.”
“None of your business, master dwarf.”
“Right yeh are,” he agreed. “What’s it like fucking a fairy, if you don’t mind me asking.”
Morgan didn’t answer. He did mind his retainer asking such a question.
“What’s it like fucking a fairy?” asked Cassandra.
The question somehow was less probing coming from his wife. They were in their bedroom, Cassandra at her book and Morgan changing his clothes. After the use of such powerful magic that affected him directly, he felt like a grease-covered pig.
He stuck his head out from the small changing alcove. “How did you know about that?” he asked her.
Cassandra chuckled to herself. “I didn’t…until you just confirmed it.”
Morgan fixed his wife with an annoyed glare. “As if you actually care.”
“But I do,” she said overly earnestly, a wry smile on her face. “I’ve never been a fairy. I’ve never fucked a fairy. I’m truly intrigued as to how it was.”
She looked at him with innocent eyes. Today Cassandra was a tall woman with striking green eyes and, incongruously, dark skin and black curly hair. As always she wore her necklace that protected and identified her. Her lips were full and a deep red. That morning Morgan had discovered they were incredibly soft to kiss and he was eager to find out what else they could do. She wore a loose-fitting white robe that set off a high contrast to her skin.
“You just want me to talk dirty to you and then fuck you,” said Morgan.
“That too.”
Ducking back into the alcove Morgan summoned a cleansing spell. It wasn’t as good as a bath because some of the greasiness stayed behind, but it was good enough. After that he walked with confidence out to his wife.
She eyed his nudity with amusement. “You used that thing on her?” she asked. “It’s not even hard.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said approaching her, stepping behind her chair and kissing the back of her neck as he slid the white robe off her shoulders.
“This isn’t much of a seduction.”
“It’s all you need,” he told her, his hands finding her tits and carefully slipping around the soft flesh. When his fingers lightly pinched the purple-black nipples she shivered in the chair.
“You’re making me wet,” she complained and then moaned. “You’re making my robe wet.”
“Then take it off and come join me in bed.”
Cassandra turned her head and kissed her husband. “A truly talented wizard would be able to satisfy me right here in my chair and not have to bring me to bed.”
Morgan pulled back. “As it is, I have been working on a little spell that you might enjoy…”
“Oh?”
He closed his eyes briefly to concentrate and then snapped his fingers. For a moment Cassandra felt nothing and then the wave of the orgasm rolled unexpectedly through her body. It was so unanticipated and caught her so off-guard that her body trembled uncontrollably for a long, drawn-out moment.
“How was that?” he asked.
“A forced orgasm?” she replied. “I…I wasn’t expecting it.”
“But you asked for it.”
“Yes…but I wasn’t warmed up. I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Be careful what you wish for…”
“I almost feel violated.”
“Do you feel violated?”
“Almost,” she said with a wink
. “But in a good way. I would have liked it more if you had warned me.”
“Next time?”
“There’s going to be a next time?” she asked getting up from the chair and shedding the robe that had fallen to her waist. Cassandra liked revealing her new body to her husband. It was like taking a new lover every day. It was like playing a game of seduction that never ended. She reached down and grasped his cock with her dark fingers. Right away it started to stiffen. Briefly admiring the contrast of her dark fingers against his lighter skin, she stroked him a few times to bring him to full attention before reaching lower and cupping his balls. She applied light pressure and he smiled confidently at her. She was literally holding him in the palm of her hand and he felt no fear. “Do you really think I’m going to let you walk around the city with the ability to make a woman cum with just a snap of your fingers?”
“You think women will come flocking to the tower?” he asked, intrigued.
“Yes. The worst type of women.”
“I might even put Miss Brandywine out of business,” he mused aloud.
That made Cassandra laugh. “Hardly. Few women need or want to pay for sex. If anything you’ll put Master Juten into the poorhouse.”
“Master Juten?”
She shook her head at him. “He runs the whorehouse where just men work,” she informed him. “Specialized and small audience.”
“Right.” Morgan’s brow furrowed. “How do you know about this Master Juten?”
“You mean,” she said as she went down on her knees, “have I ever been there?”
“Yes, exactly.”
Before Cassandra could answer she opened her mouth and leaned forward, wrapping her dark red lips around his cock. With that simple action she was no longer able to speak.
Morgan didn’t mind.
Her head bobbed back and forth a minute and he watched her. Though she was cursed, there were certain advantages to having his wife inhabit a new body every day; this was one of them. He knew a cure was out there and didn’t know what he would do when he found it.
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