A fairy

A spark of light flitted between the tree branches like a willow-the-wisp. Curious, Aerneath chased after it, her task forgotten as she ran through the woods. Perhaps inevitably, her feet catching on a jutting root and sending her tumbling.

As she picked herself up, feeling deeply sorry for herself, she saw the spark of light had come to investigate. She finaly got a closer look at it and gasped.

It was a fairy, a tiny butterfly-winged figure barely bigger than her hand, surrounded by a soft glow. Aerneath smiled in wonder. The fairy seemed to try to speak, but no sound came from its mouth.

“If you were bigger,” Aerneath said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper, “I would definitely fuck you.” It was true; the fairy’s nude body was tiny but perfect, slender and beautiful with the tiny swell of breasts like flower buds. She doubled over, giggling in response to the elf’s comment, still not making a sound.

Standing carefully, Aerneath held out her index finger. The fairy alighted on it, her miniscule feet a tiny tickling sensation on the skin. With a wicked grin, Aerneath flicked her finger so the fairy lost her balance, and fell with her legs on either side of the finger, mounting it like a horse. Her mouth moved, silently scolding the elf.

Aerneath was amused to feel a tiny drop of wetness on her finger, the faintest touch of a cunny that was smaller than her pupil, but soaked. “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?” The fairy nodded eagerly. “Hmm…”

With great delicacy and gentleness, Aerneath laid the fairy flat on her palm and spread her stick-like legs. The creature did not resist, and moaned silently as she lifted her up and stroked between her thighs with the tip of her tongue. She licked along the fairy’s body, making her shiver and writhe, which in turn made Aerneath giggle.

Carefully, she placed the very tip of her little finger against the entrance to the fairy’s pussy, wet and slick from her tongue and the creature’s own juices, and pressed forward. It only went in a little, but Aerneath was still impressed – she doubted even she could have taken a proportional amount. She moved it, very slightly, and that seemed to be all it took to drive the fairy over the edge, setting her convulsing in her hand.

When she recovered, Aerneath gave her an indulgent smile, and kissed herbreasts and stomach. “Now, if only you were large enough to repay me,” she mused.

Suddenly, the fairy took off, her wings beating furiously. She began to gesture wildly, her mouth working as she tried to speak.