Craig is plagued by pixies.

Craig struggled to rise as his cock dribbled cum. The cloud of pixies grew thicker as they descended upon him. Their small mouths lapping at his cum, kissing his cock and biting his nipples.

He could still hear Jesus feeding and fucking but couldn’t see him through the thick cluster of a little naked woman. He lay back and sighed as they continued to please him. Then he felt a sharp bite and moaned to look down and see one of them had taken a bite out of his skin, no bigger than his thumbnail.

“Oh God,” he moaned as he felt a second and then third bite. He bucked and writhed as the cloud of pixies started to feast on him. Taking a single bite before flying up to let another replace them.

“Fuck, yes, eat me,” he moaned as they continued to lap at his cum and blood and take little mouthfuls of flesh. He felt them bite at his neck and chest. He felt them gnawing at his cock and moaned.

One fluttered in front of his face and gently kissed his lower lip before biting and pulling a piece of flesh free, and he came. His cum caught a pixie by surprise as he spurted onto her flying body. Coated in cum, her wings sticky and heavy, she fell to his abdomen where he vaguely saw other pixies descend upon her. Tearing her to pieces in a feeding frenzy.

He humped the air in sick pleasure as they continued to tear at his flesh. He moaned and begged for them to eat him. He relished the feeling of them trying to gnaw through the flesh of his hard cock and casually grabbed them out of the sky to crush them or stuff them into his own mouth.

All of them were lost in a savage lustful meal. Dozens of pixies were crushed or eaten. Many who fell were then consumed by the remainder. All the while, Craig bucked and moaned, begging for more as he felt light-headed from blood loss.

An hour later, Jesus sat content, gnawing on a femur as the pixies picked the last of the flesh from the two human skeletons. The man was already stripped bare, the woman close to finished.

As he happily gnawed on the bone of his former lover, a man came in and scratched him behind the ears. “Good boy Jesus, you did well,” the man thanked his meat puppet. “I wonder how the other students have faired in this experiment. Did they give in to the same extent or as quickly as the boy did?”

A pixie flew past his face, its stomach round and full of human flesh. He casually swatted it out of the air to hit a nearby wall and fall to the ground. The other pixies swarmed their fallen comrade tearing the flesh from its body and gnawing upon its bones.

“Come, Jesus, we have much work to do.” The man said, turning and leaving the room. The undead dog brought the femur with him as pixies sat on his back, snapping at the flies which accompanied the dog.