In the forest surrounding your camp there are roads which lead through safely. One must never step off the path or risk mischief at minimum, disappearance at worst. Today however, you saw a shiny iridescent pearl sitting on a stump off the side of the trail, and couldn’t help but take a look. In a forest where corrupted undergrowth is the norm, and the air itself is defiled with a deep sensual musk, this is a peculiar grove. The tree which has fallen over is glistening, shining with a yellowish - no, golden - sap. The thing on the stump which drew your eye, is a large and milky pearl with a rainbow spark at the core of it, changing prismatically... you gaze into it, enjoying the pure warmth... Pure. Yes, the grass here is green ,the plants are normally shaped, not one of them seems to be corrupted... this thing is cleansing this place. You walk forward, marvelling at something with such potent purifying power. Surely it will be of use in your conflict with the demons... Shining. Glistening. Your mind follows the trails of flaw and imperfection in the light of the crystal. You want to hold it, take it, and... consume it? Yes. Something about this small mysterious stone tells you that it would dissolve on your tongue, cleansing you of the many corruptions of your journey thus far. You reach for it... “Nuh uh! Not for you~” Fluttering wings as a small woman - a glistening fairy - darts by on gossamer wings and scoops the pearl speedily up off the stump. “we were having such a nice nap, then you bumble in and try to steal... this is ours and it’s how we stay safe and keep the goblins and beasties away.” You say you’re sorry, as the fairy flutters there, well out of reach, her form clad in a green dress woven of leaves. She has a curvaceous and busty form but is of course only a foot or so tall, hovering in the air - a small creature barely able to lift the pearl in her hands while scolding you. You point out that the fact the pearl did not keep you away surely meant you were NOT a beastie of any kind... but she rejects this analysis out of hand. “Not corrupt isn’t the same as being fun! You’ve gotta prove it… catch me if you can.” More fairies flit into the grove, two more… in orange and yellow dresses, also woven from leaves. They flit next to the first one, and you see them passing the pearl from hand to hand. If you want your treasure, you will have to participate in their game and follow them through the woods… and well off the path. The clearing might be uncorrupted, but the rest of the forest certainly contains vines and plants which tempt. Some of their sap gets on you and makes you throb. Your body is heated and rebellious, almost distracting you into satisfying your growing lust with one of the many tentacle beasts or vined plants around you… But no, ahead, far ahead, you see a shining pass from one fairy to another. “Too slow…” the third fairy, next to you, flies past and kisses you on the cheek. A peck, only, and then she’s off, moving quickly. Not so quickly you couldn’t catch up, but the smooch set you tingling… you wait in place, running your hands over your arms, feeling the heat spread. Her kiss… your fingers come away from your cheek wet, with something insidious and now dosed into you. The lipstick was poisoned, dosed? It feels rather nice and tingly, so you don’t mind, but now you’re even more determined to catch the mischievous yet pure creatures. You want to know what that object is… The woods are lighter, greener, less full of glistening sentient plant life, and you know the pearl is doing something to them in its passing. This makes it easier for you to pick up speed on clear ground, so you do. They’re getting closer… soon you will either lose them entirely as you reach the edge of the woods, or catch one in this headlong game of tag. The green one is ahead… no, she doesn’t have the pearl and that’s the real prize. You run right past her. She quickly kisses you on the other cheek. “Too slow, or too silly?” she asks, questioning why you didn’t avoid her… more tingling. Your body is really caught in the heat of it now. A throb that noticeably drives between your legs and up your spine. The heat of it is taking you away from this humble place and into your own world of desire. You want pleasure. You know small fae often make sport of larger travelers, tying them up and using their sizeable breasts to dispense seductive nectar… applying forest potions and substances. Visions and delight taunt you… distracting you enough that you don’t see the trip line run across the forest floor. You stumble, and would fall but… Soft transluscent nets catch you… and promptly wrap tight to your body. So tight… passing right through your clothing, sliding it off as it phases through them, and you, leaving you bare naked and being pulled to the soft forest floor and a bed of very soft flowers below. The three fairies float before your eyes, low to the ground with their arms folded. Behind them on another stump… no, the same stump. The exact same stump… there is the pearl. You’re back in the clearing you started in. “You lose,” says the one in green, obviously the ringleader. Her two companions move to either side of you, turning you so you are face up looking into the forest canopy… And then the touch begins. You feared, at first, that they might tickle you. No. The two deft fae women begin to rub your sides, your thighs.. .gently touching you through the net which you realize has turned into a tight bondage mesh, through which every sensation is magnified, delightful, joining the heat in your head and the pleasure now between your legs and undeniable. The green one drifts over your face, her dress now removed, and positions herself above your lips. Your tongue is definitely large enough to be a sizeable sex toy for the petite magical entity… And she orders you to lick just as her two companions mount up on your lower body and begin to inspect you. Your penis is erect by now. It was for a long time, as you were moving, as you were chasing. Perhaps your inability to hold back and consider your own position, your inability to fight off your arousal, contributed to your downfall. But down you have indeed fallen. The diminuitive fae find their way to your length, which stands proud and defenseless through the magical mesh they used to strip away your clothing. The one standing on your face is no longer allowing you any distractions. Her pussy settles to your lips, and the taste of her takes your breath away. Honeysuckle sweet and cloying inside your head. You taste her, and the tingle of the lips from before comes to mind. Were they using lipstick at all? Or was it merely their juices on your skin. The fae may be uncorrupted, but their influence is no less invasive and mind-searing than the most corrupted of local additives. You love it. Delicious licks along the head of your cock, and two svelte faeries grinding their pussies against the base of it, moaning as your heat beads into their bodies and the sheer size difference between you and the magical creatures causes them to tremble with drooling fulfillment. Your tongue coats the entire space between the leader fae’s legs, and you lick with gusto. The taste of her, so much… her clit, a tiny nub against your tongue, you scarcely notice a different in texture, but she does notice a difference in her entire world… No longer so confident, she trembles and grips you while riding out your lapping explorations. “Oh! That’s so much! It’s… I’m dizzy… oh! You do know how to play!” This sentiment is echoed from the two fae humping against the sides of your cock, moving it up and down, eliciting rivulets of creamy cum… They want you to drip, to drool, and eventually to coat them. You know it. The light of the pearl is having its effect as well… The fluids drooling onto your tongue from the already-orgasmic fae… they are not corruptive. The other influences you have gradually accrued were. As the pearl bathes you in its purifying light… you have no corruption to cling to. This means you have nothing at all to confuse or confound the powerful influence of the fae secretions still dappling your cheeks, and now flowing direct and undiluted between your lips. You are lost to this pleasure, lost to the feeling of them grinding on your dick and working it, masturbating you as efficiently as you ever could yourself - and adding swirls of their tongues and- “Ohhh it’s so big… the scent… the taste…” They are indeed licking up your precum, and it seems as intoxicating to them as their juices are to you, at least if the leader is to be taken into account. Delicious, continuous, your tongue slides over the soft flesh of her inner thighs, completely coating her pussy, pressing between the aroused and parted lips, running over her clit, leaving her lost and happy… And the two between your legs are similar, for all they are deriving their pleasure from the application of their own pussies to the base of you, and tongues to the tip. Your merest precum droplets flood over their faces, coating them in a thick sheen the two fae are very happy to enjoy and even to massage into their bare tits, rubbing these up and down the side of your veined shaft to elicit further heat. The heat concentrates in your testes, pushing pressure to the base of your cock. If this is how these creatures respond when you are only dripping precum, what will happen when you truly discharge your load and allow them to revel in its heat. There is more to this than just the four of you bathing in the light of that purifying artifact… this process of intoxication and mutual pleasure is only being made possible because no corruption is getting in the way. It seems the natural inhabitants of this part of the world were ensnaring and tempting ,even without demonic interference. You slurp, lick, ceaselessly letting sweetness into your body, and lose yourself on the waves that are threatening to wash you away into climax. More than you can stand, and not nearly enough to let you fall… yet. But the fall is inevitable. It is at the brink of your mind and has been for too long. The flowers on the forest floor are not just soft, they are emitting a sweet pollen you have been concentrating and breathing… getting inhaled along with the scent of the beautiful fae now humping your tongue and lips with abandon. You taste her, inhale her, breathe in the sweetness of this grove, and inhibition vanishes. Any idea of victory, any idea of claiming, is long gone. You want to be under her and keep tasting her, and they want the same of you. Every second that you lick, you are more enmeshed. It feels totally different from corruption. Ingesting her fluids is empowering you from the inside out, filling you with warmth… vigor… A vigor being passed to your swollen testes, which express themselves with eager expulsion of more and more precum, enough the fae who are humping either side of it have begun to also rub your testes to try to get more. They are coating themselves in it, rubbing your fluids onto their tits. The expressions on their faces, when you manage to look down at the busty and diminuitive fae past the thigh of the one riding your face… well, their faces are transported in ecstasy much as you imagine your own must be. But you cannot depart long… your tongue, back to work. Lick. She shivers all over. Lick, she leans to one side, and presses what must be the most sensitive part of her pussy against your tongue then rides in shudering movements. Coming. Climaxing… again. “I like you… I think we’ll keep you.” The voice from above arrives just as the net around you clamps down tight…. Tightly constricting, rubbing your ass and squeezing over your chest. You squirt between the two fae. You didn’t quite see it coming, but now YOU are coming. Arching your back, covering them in your seed. A moaning spasm which is inescapable, unavoidable. They hump and lick the tip of your cock, their small mouths trying to capture as much of you as you can. Impossibly giggly madness finds its way through your mind, and you don’t care. Shivering jets, your cock jumping and being caught between them, sleeved in their soft skin… and they lick it up. They lick it all up… And when they have finished cleaning your still shuddering dick... The other two begin dragging you away with the leader, holding the recovered pearl, still riding your face… She scoops some cum from your belly where it has jetted and slurps it down, leaving both of you moaning after… The fae seem to get drunk off of your cum, and you wonder if obtaining some was their plan before the ‘race’ even began.. But the only pearl you care about now is hers, which you polish happily… dragged up the ramp into a tree fort… thrown onto the table before the other fae… to begin your new life in service, as the energy of the pearl spreads and disinfects more and more of the formerly corrupt forest below… With no corruption to confuse your mind, you only have the pure vigor of them, keeping you healthy, keeping you bound, keeping you too horny to do anything but supply the fairies’ new favorite drink as their cum dispensing fucktoy… You’re soaked by now. You have been for a while, as you were moving, chasing. The forest is full of exciting pheromones and controlling influences, and corruption in you is responding to it… not to mention that, diminutive though they are, all of the fae are very alluring and curvy, their tits bouncing in their tight outfits as they fly off ahead of you. This arousal, dripping down your inner thighs, distracting… more than enough to keep you from noticing the source of your downfall. For you have indeed fallen, and now the fae close in on their prey. The fae clamber over your skin, touching you deliberately as they find their way to your pussy, which is encased in the magical mesh they used to strip away your clothing. The one standing on your face is no longer allowing you any distractions. Her pussy settles to your lips, and the taste of her takes your breath away. She is gorgeous, delicious, and the fluids creeping in are having their effect… you are no stranger to delectable sexual fluids influencing greater sensation and you are more than prepared to enjoy it. Honeysuckle sweet and cloying inside your head. You taste her, and the tingle of the lips from before comes to mind. Were they using lipstick at all? Or was it merely their juices on your skin. The fae may be uncorrupted, but their influence is no less invasive and mind-searing than the most corrupted of local additives. You love it. They spread your nether lips, tugging your clit into prominence and peeling back its hood so the two of them can plant kisses directly on the sensitive nub, extending their tongues. Two curvy faeries are humping against your thighs, their pussies against your skin, legs spread, juices trickling onto your body… they taste you and you hear giggly dazed voices. “Soooo … good. Ohh, this is delicious… need more…” They fall out of words and into moaning as your heat beads into their bodies and the sheer size difference between you and the magical creatures causes them to tremble with drooling fulfillment. Your juices seem to be effecting them the same as theirs are you, and the two are drunk on your scent, the taste of your clit, and now one is beginning to lap inside of you, pushing her small hand inside and rubbing places which make you jerk and twist to no avail. Inescapable pleasure. You want more, anyway, so that’s no problem. Fantasizing, you imagine you must look quite sexy wrapped in this mesh net, confined and contained. Lost in the reverie of your own arousing appearance, you are pulled back to reality by the fae weakly smacking your forehead, to focus your attention back on her… Her slick pussy lips spread, in clear sight, with legs spread. Your tongue coats the entire space between the leader fae’s legs, and you lick with gusto. The taste of her, so much… her clit, a tiny nub against your tongue, you scarcely notice a difference in texture, but she does notice a difference in her entire world… No longer so confident, she trembles and grips you while riding out your lapping explorations. “Oh! That’s so much! It’s… I’m dizzy… oh! You do know how to play!” This sentiment is echoed from the two fae humping against your thighs, getting drunk on your fluids, making out with your clit and rubbing it with their hands, causing your whole body to tingle. Sweat stands out on your skin, tightness predicting the climax you have been waiting for. They want you to drip, to drool, and eventually to coat them in your juices through sheer arousal. The one pushing her hand inside is lapping your juice off her fingertips, joyously revelling in the drunken pleasures of sexual secretions interacting with fairies. These beings are magically pure, free of the corruptive energies of this land… so are your ordinary fluids the same to them, as demonic ones are to you? A dose of pleasure and corruption for their pure minds to get lost in. The light of the pearl is having its effect as well… The fluids drooling onto your tongue from the already-orgasmic fae… they are not corruptive. The other influences you have gradually accrued were. As the pearl bathes you in its purifying light… you have no corruption to cling to. This means you have nothing at all to confuse or confound the powerful influence of the fae secretions still dappling your cheeks, and now flowing direct and undiluted between your lips. They seem much the same under the influence of your pussy juices, mewling as they worship you and get lost in the high wild delight of your fluid acting as aphrodisiac pheromone-coated fuel for their lavish attentions. You are lost to this pleasure, lost to the feeling of them sucking on your clit, masturbating you as efficiently as you ever could yourself - and adding swirls of their tongues and hands that find all your most sensitive spots with zero effort and no delay between sensations. “Ohhh you’re so wet… sticky, tasty… your clit… mmm…” They are indeed licking and sucking on your clit directly, and it seems as intoxicating to them as their juices are to you, at least if the leader is to be taken into account. Delicious, continuous, your tongue slides over the soft flesh of her inner thighs, completely coating her pussy, pressing between the aroused and parted lips, running over her clit, leaving her lost and happy… And the two between your legs are similar, for all they are deriving their pleasure from the application of their own pussies to your inner thighs and their tongues to the tip of your clit in buzzing harmony. So much sensation is bottled up in your body, and you know they have only just begun... Your pussy is soaked, and waves flood over their faces, coating them in a thick sheen the two fae are very happy to enjoy and even to massage into their bare tits, rubbing these up and down against you while they are face-first into your clit, each one holding one side of the hood back with their hand and rubbing you with the other. The heat concentrates in you, behind your clit, pushing pressure up through your body. If this is how these creatures respond when you are on your way… how will they respond to their climax? What will happen when you truly begin to come,with them face first in your clit and their fingers inside. There is more to this than just the four of you bathing in the light of that purifying artifact… this process of intoxication and mutual pleasure is only being made possible because no corruption is getting in the way. It seems the natural inhabitants of this part of the world were ensnaring and tempting ,even without demonic interference. You slurp, lick, ceaselessly letting sweetness into your body, and lose yourself on the waves that are threatening to wash you away into climax. More than you can stand, and not nearly enough to let you fall… yet. But the fall is inevitable. It is at the brink of your mind and has been for too long. The flowers on the forest floor are not just soft, they are emitting a sweet pollen you have been concentrating and breathing… getting inhaled along with the scent of the beautiful fae now humping your tongue and lips with abandon. You taste her, inhale her, breathe in the sweetness of this grove, and inhibition vanishes. Any idea of victory, any idea of claiming, is long gone. You want to be under her and keep tasting her, and they want the same of you. Every second that you lick, you are more enmeshed. It feels totally different from corruption. Ingesting her fluids is empowering you from the inside out, filling you with warmth… vigor… A vigor being passed to your dripping fluids, the engorgement of your pussy lips trying to pull in anything that can slide inside. The energies express themselves with eager expulsion of more and more of your juicy secretions, enough that the fae who are humping your thighs have begun to rub their faces mindlessly on your clit, sucking on it and inhaling deeply enough you sense plenty of interest in your climax flowing from them to you. Their hands pull at your pussy lips, keeping you spread, teasing inside you. They are coating themselves in it, rubbing your fluids onto their tits. The expressions on their faces, when you manage to look down at the busty and diminuitive fae past the thigh of the one riding your face… well, their faces are transported in ecstasy much as you imagine your own must be. But you cannot depart long… your tongue, back to work. Lick. She shivers all over. Lick, she leans to one side, and presses what must be the most sensitive part of her pussy against your tongue then rides in shuddering movements. Coming. Climaxing… again. Again and again. “I like you… I think we’ll keep you.” The voice from above arrives just as the net around you clamps down tight…. Tightly constricting, rubbing your ass and squeezing over your chest. You squirt between the two fae. You didn’t quite see it coming, but now YOU are coming. Your pussy clenching so hard the copious juices enhanced by the vigor of their own fluids are squirting out, you buck and roll. The magical net around your form keeps you from going far, but you make up for your immobility with a vocal enthusiasm that moans the fae leader atop you into another orgasmic flare. Arching your back, covering them in your juices as you come and come, your only thought is of the climax they have pressed into you, reigning over your senses and reinforcing a desire to be here and only here… It is almost too much to bear. But the climax isn’t stopping, isn’t slacking, isn’t allowing an escape, and so your feelings climb with no regard for what you can stand, resist, survive… the mad wild desire of fae running into heat with their reaction to your fluids, your tongue, your helplessness... A moaning spasm which is inescapable, unavoidable. They hump and lick over your clit, their small mouths trying to capture as much of you as you can. Impossibly giggly madness finds its way through your mind, and you don’t care. Shivering jets, your pussy squeezing over and over. Your pinned body is caught between them, sleeved in their soft skin… and they lick it up. They lick it all up… All your juices. And when they have finished cleaning your still shuddering form, licking your slick lips and massaging your clit in order to never give you a moment of relief. The other two begin dragging you away with the leader, holding the recovered pearl, still riding your face… She scoops some juice from your inner thighs where it has jetted and slurps it down, leaving both of you moaning after… The fae seem to get drunk off of your sexual fluids, and you wonder if obtaining some was their plan before the ‘race’ even began.. But the only pearl you care about now is hers, which you polish happily… dragged up the ramp into a tree fort… thrown onto the table before the other fae… to begin your new life in service, as the energy of the pearl spreads and disinfects more and more of the formerly corrupt forest below… With no corruption to confuse your mind, you only have the pure vigor of them, keeping you healthy, keeping you bound, keeping you too horny to do anything but supply the fairies’ new favorite drink as their sexual fluid dispensing fucktoy. ~~~ The green one is ahead… no, she doesn’t have the pearl and that’s the real prize. You run right past her. She quickly kisses you on the other cheek.. Without thinking too much about it, you bring one hand up and grab her, gently snatching the diminutive woman around the waist mid-kiss. You stop your pursuit, banking on a hunch… “Hey, let go of her!” A voice from one of the fairies very far ahead of you. They thought you would give chase, they banked on you being merciful and on not… well what ARE you doing. You look at the struggling fairy in your hand. You began a chase, sure, and now you’ve caught one… You wanted the pearl, but if they’re telling the truth, it’s not really yours to take. Paused in thought, you hear the two flitting women returning to you… and then the sound of a spring-loaded release. Just ahead of you, a net launches - It must have been on a timer, for it has now struck the two other fairies and borne them to the ground. The net shrinks… shrinks… keeps shrinking… And shreds their clothing in the process. When the net is tight to both of the fairies’ bodies, it forms an attractive and restricting rope harness, binding arms and legs, wrapping around their breasts and showing everything off. The space between the fairies’ legs are dripping as the ropes rub on their slits, press around their clits, and otherwise restrict them in sexually suggestive and humiliating poses. You see them shiver and wonder if they are climaxing or simply being held on the edge. Okay. Seeing that, you’re a little less inclined to be merciful, given you are seeing the trap they planned to lead you into. The one in your hand looks at her two foolish friends, then at you... “So… what are you going to do to me? Are you… going to ravish me?” That makes you think. You didn’t really think about that. The pearl isn’t yours, and the trap didn’t hit you… Based on the way the two fallen figures continue to moan, they intended to do more than just leave you there, but they are no threat. In answer to the question from the green-clad fairy, you shake your head and explain that you just got… carried away, actually. “Oh…” She sounds disappointed. “Well, we’ve been very naughty, though!” she says by way of protest. “What are you doing?” comes the cry from the bound moaning figures below. “Ohhh… how in the world are you thinking this way, you horny thing... we can catch another one… mmmmm, how humiliating…” But she sounds like she’s turned on by that humiliation. The one standing on your palm slowly peels off her green dress, revealing proportionately quite large breasts, curved hips, and a pussy that is already noticeably soaked. “So whaddya say? We all want this…” You ask whether they really do… but- “Mmm… fine. Damn you.. .yes, please, please let us taste you, please use us for pleasure ohhh… fuck. You’re turned on and we can smell it. We want you, and we can’t get out of this thing until tomorrow and it keeps…” The net, which has split off into two separate rope harnesses, chooses this moment to tighten and rub itself against their clits- “Ohhh!” They’re in immense pleasure. You’re doing them a favor… and the one in the palm of your hand is humping against one of your fingers, rubbing her sex to a slickened mess as her lips spread and her tiny nub brushes against the firmness of your skin. You wonder why they are so interested, but you aren’t going to complain. You order her off of your hand, and begin to strip off your clothes until you are as bare and exposed as everyone else in the clearing. You look around for a place to settle. The dripping minx in the palm of your hand says, quickly: “Oh, let me, let me … help…” She’s desperate, they all are. You couldn’t see it before. You thought fae were mysterious and regal, you didn’t realize they were all basically bitches in heat. These ones fit that description, and they seem to see your thoughts reflected in your eyes... Reaching down to the two fairies writhing on the forest floor, their rope harnesses masturbating them into a frenzy, you lift them onto your lap. Touching your bare skin excites them some, but nothing does the work so much as your arousal. They can smell you in the air, and their arousal becomes more copious as yours grows. One is still on your hand, humping against your finger. You close your hand around her and let her feel your skin on hers… The two on your lap clamber nearer and begin to stimulate you. Now that you’ve caught them, you don’t quite know what to… Oh. The two you placed on your lap push - and the push has a peculiar strength that shoves you back into the softness of the forest floor. The two of them mount up on either side of your cock. It looks so huge, almost comically so. The curvy women clinging to either side of your shaft make it stand out, and their humping against the hard veins feels almost as strange as it does good. Their pussies were drooling before, and the silken ropes of their harnesses cling to your length a bit in the lubrication of it. You press upward, experimentally humping ,and they moan. Whatever form the ropes are taking on them, they are pushing right against their clits. You can tell by how their tits bounce, their mouths open, drool trickles from the corners… a picture of desperate debauchery that has you drooling precum already. This adds to the sticky mess down there, and evokes a peculiar response: both of the fairies begin inhaling intensely before dipping their fingers into the pre-ejaculate and slurping it up. Giddy giggles, periodic twitches, and even faster humping against your shaft paints a better picture. They clearly love what they are doing, and your taste even moreso. The one on your hand looks longingly, pleadingly over her shoulder and down at your firmness. The forest floor is very soft, and you can tell a leaf bed was prepared here for you to lay on, fall on, and probably be ravished on. The two who are servicing your dick have begun slurping it openly. They are rubbing your testes as their mouths fasten to either side of the bulbous mushroom head of your determined prick. You reach down, pushing their faces aside and eliciting desperate whimpers. Even depriving them of that moment’s contact with your scent, your taste, seems to perturb the two fae who are working on what must be their third climaxes. Their soft inner thighs are dappled with juices running from open and clenching slits. Their clits stand proud enough of their hoods that you can feel the fairies humping their own brains out, stimulating beyond the point of reason… But you have a mission. The pleading eyes of the one in the palm of your hand have convinced you that you must help her out. You scoop up some of your own sticky precum, quite a bit, and convey it up to the fairy who sits on your other palm… She slurps it instantly, fastening her mouth around the tip of your finger and then beginning to worship the digit which carries your salty taste. Your seed has an almost instant effect, her eyes glazing, cheeks flushing. “Ohhh… it’s so good. I won’t be able to go back to going without…” She giggles, and then begins to hump even more earnestly. The entire clearing smells of sexual ache, and the fluids from the fae -pussy juices and saliva both - are afflicting you with an arousal not dissimilar from their own on exposure to your seed and pre-seed. Between your legs, the two fae are holding hands, forming a circle around your shaft with their arms, enabling them to sling to you with their entire bodies, each holding the other. Their dual “blowjob” encompasses each of them licking up any dribble of your seed which escapes, becoming more and more high on you while painting your dick with their juice and increasing both your hardness and your subjective mental arousal. The longer this goes on the less thinking you are doing and the harder they are humping. Their little wings flutter, allowing them to rise up, pulling on your cock, and then the sudden drop allows their hot sweaty fae bodies to cling and stick on the way down with a striking force that is uniquely wonderful. A sleeve made of two desperate fae cooperating to milk you dry, their tits, their thighs, their drooling pussies in contact with you. “Ohhhh…. So much more please please come let us drink it’s so thick and mmm it’s… oh we needed this. We heard stories. We didn’t think it was this good… so good… so relaxing… feels… mmm.” The one on your hand agrees. She is pursing her lips and looking at you. You keep scooping up precum and ferrying it to her lips so she can slurp it up, more and more dosed. This is raising her arousal, making her arch and push against your palm… but she’s not getting off like the others are. Apparently exposure to your cock directly is turning them on enough to help with their pleasure. Yours is mounting too and… You decide to help the one on your hand. You lift her up, up… and lean back… You extend your tongue, and lower the fairy onto it. Her slick slit makes contact and she instantly arches. Delicious, the scent of her pussy and her spread pussy lips which drool with the juice you are prepared to clean off… Between your legs, the pulse and pump of a sleeve made of two eager worshipping fae… On your face, the fairy humping your tongue, her juices drooling down, sweet, tangy… and her mouth open to moan and babble. “Ohhh! Oh oh oh… thank you thank you. So hot… So… thank you. Sorry we tricked you. We thought we had to but ohhhh…. Love it! Lick me! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Can’t stop!” She’s using her wings to flap up and down so she can ride out the rippling waves of your tongue. You slickly run it over her entire pussy, coating the whole area between the fairy’s legs. You buck quickly, hips jumping. It snuck up on you, you didn’t see it coming. So much power, the spark and jolt of their attentions finally bearing fruit. Your testes, which they have been massaging, tighten up against the base of your cock and bring the jets of cum to the tip at last. Spurt. You wait for the cum to fall hotly down onto you… Between the hazy squirts and impossible pleasure… you notice that nothing falls. Where is it going… ohh... No. You squirt again, and feel some back up and run down your cock… looking down, turning your head so that the fae on your face can keep humping your tongue while you nonetheless see what is happening between your legs. One of the fairies has her mouth over the tip, and you see a flood of your sticky white cream running back out of her mouth… and being licked up desperately by the other one, who is slurping like her tiny life depends on it. They’re both mid-climax, rolling and humping against you, the one on your tongue joining them, all of you.. .coming, coming to fruition, coming to completeness, losing yourself in climactic escapism. Glorious escape into pleasure. The two between your legs keep riding, keep writhing, keep pushing up and down so that you are caught between them in a sleeve made of their bodies. Their nipples are pointed, as you can tell from their tits pushing against you, and their juices are running so copiously your balls are painted with them, as well as mingled with your gushing cum. Climax sizzling along your back, and the joy of painting the two fairies with your cum in such a way that they are licking it off even long after you’ve stopped spurting. “Ohhh, thank you…” their voices filter up. You can still feel the magical rope harness that was meant for you, wrapped on them, presumably tormenting them extra and keeping them high and horny. They’re so aroused they do keep humping even when your erection begins to flag. You pay it no mind, just enjoying the extra tingling sensation… you have something else to do. Bringing one hand up behind the fairy who is riding your tongue, you push her down onto it. Your other hand has already gone to scoop up some of your cum and ferry the thick stuff up as a treat. She whimpers, eager and wordless, before beginning to denude your glistening digit of its sticky cargo. The savoring little clicks of her tongue and lips tell you just how much she prizes your seed, and she lets not one drop escape. Her pussy gushes against your tongue, climax, release, cumming just from drinking your cum… You close your eyes and focus on using your tongue, pushing her down against it once she has finished drinking her treat. You lick, she shivers and cums. Her juices flood your senses and trap you in pleasure… Your back arches and you push up, your cock already re-hardening from all the pleasant euphoria of their juices and attentions. They worship your cock in tandem and the one on your tongue arches and grinds pleasantly the longer you lick… and you have no intention of stopping any time soon. Eventually you do stop. Your entire body glistens with their saliva, as they were quite insistent, in their haze, that they be allowed to lick and taste and search for any errant drops of your arousal… When they have sobered up, returned to their giggly but less aroused state, they ask you what you want, because they owe you… One even shyly offers their glistening prize, one hand between her legs, still working her pussy. The magical ropes have released them, but none have put their clothes back on, and their long falls of hair are dishevelled. Their slick inner thighs glisten with almost-dried juices and you cannot help but feel an outpouring of affection for the desperate and mischievous creatures. You won’t take the pearl, after all, as it protects them… but you mention you could use some help handling your cargo of seed from time to time, and you would welcome their polite, obedient sexual services at your camp now and then… say in exchange for all the seed they can slurp up and all the climax you wish them to give you. Their eyes alight, all three agree at once, stammering, whimpering, lifting the pearl reverently, and flying away with a blush on their cheeks and a reluctant glance back at you. Now that you’re alone… you collapse back onto the soft leaves, exhausted, their sweetness on your tongue, their giggles in your ears, and a hope in mind that you might just get to see them again. Their response to your cum was surprising, but not nearly as surprising as… how cute they were. With thoughts of whimpering fae rioting through your fantasizing brain, you gather your discarded clothes, and head slowly back to camp, in possession of treasure of a rather different sort than you initially sought - the memory of delighted arching backs, delectable slicked juice on your tongue, and the heavy languor of your own muscles. You wonder when they will come to visit… and if they even know where your house is, until you see, sitting on the mantelpiece in your small cabin as you return, a glistening silver pearl. Now that you’ve caught them, you don’t quite know what to… Oh. The two you placed on your lap push - and the push has a peculiar strength that shoves you back into the softness of the forest floor. The two of them mount up and slide their hands along your pussy lips, leaning in to lick juices from your slit. They are roving toward your clit, pulling back its hood It looks so huge, almost comically so, compared to the tiny fairies… but to them there is nothing funny about it. Their eyes show only gorgeous admiration, and something else… a hazy response to your sexual fluids that has them giggly and horny. The curvy women clinging to you begin to rub the tip of your clit, massaging it with your juices to make sure only pleasant sensations result… The tingly saliva you responded to earlier causes a sudden rush of engorgement when they begin sucking and licking the sides of your clit, pushing their faces right against your pussy and cheerfully drinking down any and all of your secretions which cross their paths. They are humping against their hands, laying face down on your thigh, and their humping has left little puddles of their own juices echoing your soaked sex. Their pussies were drooling before, and the silken ropes of their harnesses cling to them, keeping them locked against you. The rope is tight and working their clits a bit in the sheer lubrication of whatever frenzy has been provoked by your juices. You press upward, experimentally humping back against them, pushing your pussy upward into greater prominence against their tongues, their searching fingers ,and they moan in desperate high wild joy. “Yes, just like that! You’re so wet, it’s so good… ohhh…” They’re babbling incoherently, your juices slicking their faces. Whatever form the ropes are taking on them, they are pushing right against their clits. You can tell by how their tits bounce, their mouths open, drool trickles from the corners… a picture of desperate debauchery that has you even wetter, which feeds the cycle of your arousal into their mouths into their minds into a lustful lost disposition. This adds to the sticky mess down there, and evokes a peculiar response: both of the fairies begin inhaling intensely before dipping their fingers into your pussy and slurping your juices up. They’re enjoying the taste, the scent, everything about you as if you were fine liquor, intoxicating and desirable. It’s more than a little flattering and compliments the tingles from their skillful and fine manipulation of your clit. Giddy giggles, periodic twitches, and even faster humping against their hands in desperate quest for climax paints a better picture. They clearly love what they are doing, and your taste even moreso, and have no intention of stopping… But there is still one more fairy to tend to. The one on your hand looks longingly, pleadingly over her shoulder and down at your soaked cunt. The forest floor is very soft, and you can tell a leaf bed was prepared here for you to lay on, fall on, and probably be ravished on. The two who are servicing your pussy have fastened their lips in suction seals to either side of your clit. They are rubbing your pussy lips and bringing forth as much of your juice as possible, so they can lick it off their hands before re-fastening to your over-buzzing nub. You reach down, pushing their faces aside and eliciting desperate whimpers. Even depriving them of that moment’s contact with your scent, your taste, seems to perturb the two fae who are working on what must be their third climaxes based on the shivering full-body lockdowns that happen from time to time. Their soft inner thighs are dappled with juices running from open and clenching slits. Their clits stand proud enough of their hoods that you can feel the fairies humping their own brains out, stimulating beyond the point of reason… But you have a mission. The pleading eyes of the one in the palm of your hand have convinced you that you must help her out. You scoop up some of your own sticky juice, quite a bit, and convey it up to the fairy who sits on your other palm… She slurps it instantly, fastening her mouth around the tip of your finger and then beginning to worship the digit which carries your flavor. Your slime has an almost instant effect, her eyes glazing, cheeks flushing, lost in the way she flushes and her nipples instantly stand to pebbly towers in the wake of suckling. “Ohhh… it’s so good. I won’t be able to go back to going without…” She giggles, and then begins to hump even more earnestly against your palm. The entire clearing smells of sexual ache, and the fluids from you and the fae both -pussy juices dappling the clearing floor, and painting the four of you very well - are afflicting you with an arousal not dissimilar from their own on exposure to your needy lubrication. Between your legs, the two fae are holding hands, squeezing each other firmly to endure the sheer force of their arousal. Your scent, your taste, this has placed them into a wild heat they can only satiate through servicing you more. Tension, climax, they continue their stimulation and seem to have no inclination to cease. You enjoy observing their big tits, curvy hips and bouncing butts laid in display above your pussy as they focus mostly on your sparking clit. Their dual cunnilingus encompasses each of them licking up any dribble of your fluid which they are able to coax from the soaked passage below, none of which escapes their dedicated tongues. They are becoming more and more high on you while painting your clit with their own secretions and saliva to keep it engorged, hot. You might have lost track of climax, or maybe you haven’t even had a real one yet, but the way they’re worshiping your body is increasing both your clit’s firmness, standing proud of its hood, and the sheer wetness which they are beholden to from your slit below. The longer this goes on the less thinking you are doing and the harder they are humping. Their little wings flutter, allowing them to rise up and reposition. One of them can fit your clit in her mouth now, and is sucking on it with such a sublimely lost expression… eyes rolled back and body seizing up as if she wants nothing more in the world than to service you with her little mouth. Their hot sweaty fae bodies to cling and stick to your inner thighs as climax drives them on. Sweat stands out because their overworked core muscles and little flitting wings are making their bodies physically hotter with every climax. “Ohhhh…. So much more please please come let us drink it’s so sticky and sweet and... and mmm it’s… oh we needed this. We heard stories. We didn’t think it was this good… so good… so relaxing… feels… mmm.” The one on your hand agrees. She is pursing her lips and looking at you. You keep scooping up your own juice and ferrying it to her lips so she can slurp it up, more and more dosed on your scent and taste. This is raising her arousal, making her arch and push against your palm… but she’s not getting off like the others are. Apparently exposure to your pussy directly is turning them on enough to help with their pleasure. Yours is mounting too and… You decide to help the one on your hand. You lift her up, up… and lean back… You extend your tongue, and lower the fairy onto it. Her slick slit makes contact and she instantly arches. Delicious, the scent of her pussy and her spread pussy lips which drool with the juice you are prepared to clean off… Between your legs, the pulse and pump of a sex toy made of two eager worshipping fae… On your face, the fairy humping your tongue, her juices drooling down, sweet, tangy… and her mouth open to moan and babble. “Ohhh! Oh oh oh… thank you thank you. So hot… So… thank you. Sorry we tricked you. We thought we had to but ohhhh…. Love it! Lick me! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Can’t stop!” She’s using her wings to flap up and down so she can ride out the rippling waves of your tongue. You slickly run it over her entire pussy, coating the whole area between the fairy’s legs. You buck quickly, hips jumping. It snuck up on you, you didn’t see it coming. So much power, the spark and jolt of their attentions finally bearing fruit. Your inner passage squeezes around their fingers as the two go back for more of your juices, but they find them suddenly thicker and stickier. Their mouths never leave your clit, and the juice is even sweeter, as you can tell from their gasps to that effect. You bring more up for the one on your tongue and she slurps it while never ceasing her ride, cumming in her own thigh-clenching tongue-tingling experience. Your juices are flowing so thickly, you know they will soon dapple your inner thighs Between the hazy spasms and impossible pleasure, you realize the juices are not in fact flowing out.. Where is it going… ohh... No. You squirt again, and… looking down, turning your head so that the fae on your face can keep humping your tongue while you nonetheless see what is happening between your legs… you see that one of the fae has her mouth right at your opening, trying to hold back the tide of extra juices being squeezed out by your convulsions. Good. It feels good. Head empty and hot, body surrounded by dedicated serving pleasured fae... One of the fairies has her mouth over the tip of your clit again, despite your ongoing climax. She is sucking like her life depends on it, just like her friend slurping at the entrance to your squeezing and orgasming passage. They’re both mid-climax, rolling and humping against you, the one on your tongue joining them, all of you.. .coming, coming to fruition, coming to completeness, losing yourself in climactic escapism. Glorious escape into pleasure. The two between your legs keep riding, keep writhing, keep pushing up and down so that you are caught between them in a pleasurable pulsing tongue-serving pussy-lapping toy made of their bodies. Their nipples are pointed, as you can tell from their tits pushing against you, and their juices are running so copiously you are painted with them almost as much as your own. This makes sense, given they’re drinking all of yours that they can. Climax sizzling along your back, and the joy of painting the two fairies with your juices in such a way that they are licking it off even long after you’ve stopped flowing quite so copiously. “Ohhh, thank you…” their voices filter up. You can still feel the magical rope harness that was meant for you, wrapped on them, presumably tormenting them extra and keeping them high and horny. They’re so aroused they do keep humping even when your aftershocks begin to flag. You pay it no mind, just enjoying the extra tingling sensation… you have something else to do. Bringing one hand up behind the fairy who is riding your tongue, you push her down onto it. Your other hand has already gone to scoop up some of your post-climactic pussy juice and ferry the thick stuff up as a treat. She whimpers, eager and wordless, before beginning to denude your glistening digit of its sticky cargo. The savoring little clicks of her tongue and lips tell you just how much she prizes your taste, and she lets not one drop escape. Her pussy gushes against your tongue, climax, release, cumming just from drinking you. You close your eyes and focus on using your tongue, pushing her down against it once she has finished drinking her treat. You lick, she shivers and cums. Her juices flood your senses and trap you in pleasure… Your back arches and you push up, your pussy still soaked and now eager for more. You haven’t been tired out from all the pleasant euphoria of their juices and attentions, quite the contrary. More. You want more. They are happy to deliver. They worship your pussy in tandem and the one on your tongue arches and grinds pleasantly the longer you lick… and you have no intention of stopping any time soon. Eventually you do stop. Your entire body glistens with their saliva, as they were quite insistent, in their haze, that they be allowed to lick and taste and search for any errant drops of your arousal… When they have sobered up, returned to their giggly but less aroused state, they ask you what you want, because they owe you… One even shyly offers their glistening prize, one hand between her legs, still working her pussy. The magical ropes have released them, but none have put their clothes back on, and their long falls of hair are dishevelled. Their slick inner thighs glisten with almost-dried juices and you cannot help but feel an outpouring of affection for the desperate and mischievous creatures. You won’t take the pearl, after all, as it protects them… but you mention you could use some help handling your needs from time to time, and you would welcome their polite, obedient sexual services at your camp now and then… say in exchange for all the juice they can slurp up and all the climax you wish them to give you. Their eyes alight, all three agree at once, stammering, whimpering, lifting the pearl reverently, and flying away with a blush on their cheeks and a reluctant glance back at you. Now that you’re alone… you collapse back onto the soft leaves, exhausted, their sweetness on your tongue, their giggles in your ears, and a hope in mind that you might just get to see them again. Their response to your body and fluids was surprising, but not nearly as surprising as… how cute they were. With thoughts of whimpering fae rioting through your fantasizing brain, you gather your discarded clothes, and head slowly back to camp, in possession of treasure of a rather different sort than you initially sought - the memory of delighted arching backs, delectable slicked juice on your tongue, and the heavy languor of your own muscles. You wonder when they will come to visit… and if they even know where your house is, until you see, sitting on the mantelpiece in your small cabin as you return, a glistening silver pearl.