Pinocchio trudges home... and finds a surprise.

I ran back home, my mind flooded with what the orc guard had told me. She was clearly out of my league, and Giovanna probably was too. But maybe somebody weaker, or more naive. Shawna said I was clever, how hard could it be to leverage that to get some ass? I leaped over brambles and bushed, my mind filled with visions of women pinned helplessly underneath me. I was back at the carpenter's house before I knew it. The door was still wide open. I flopped down onto the floor, relieved to be back.

"Where had Giovanna gone?" A tiny voice cried.

Startled, I looked around. "Who's calling me?"

"I am!"

She was sitting on top of the dresser. Barely 7 inches tall, she had light green skin, an elfish face, and 4 delicate wings. She appeared to have fashioned an outfit out of a maple leaf into a cute knee length dress.

"Who are you?"

"I am a talking cricket, and I have lived in this house for more than 100 years."

She looked barely over 20, but okay. "Well as you can see, today this house is mine. So you'd better get out if you know what's good for you."

"I refuse to leave this spot, until I have told you a great truth."

"Well spit it out then."

"You're a dick."

"You're awfully mouthy for a pixie." I said, edging toward the dresser.

"I'm not a pixie, I'm a magical cricket named Jimina, and l'm here to tell you that there are consequences for running around forcing yourself onto people. People who spend all their days doing that either end up in he hospital or in prison. You can't just-"

I lunged at her. Too busy on her high horse to react, she gasped as my hand closed around her waist. I plucked her off the shelf.

She squirmed desperately, but I had her in a grip just tight enough. It was strange holding a humanoid creature that small. Her soft breasts were directly under my thumb. I began to massage them, moving my thumb in small circles over one tiny breast, than the other. Even through her maple leaf dress I felt her nipples grow stiff as she gasped. I felt my dick began to harden. I was still naked.

I lowered Jimina towards my cock. Her eyes narrowed. "Have you ever been bitten by a talking cricket?"

"Look bitch, I only need one "great truth". That you have to take what you want. And right now, I want you to take care of my dick. Otherwise-" I squeezed (just a little, mind you) to remind her of her current position.

She winced and nodded silently, no longer willing or able to resist my command. I let her loose and she hovered for a moment, wondering if she had a chance to escape. She looked at me, blushing fiercly, then flew down to my erect cock, she lands gently, straddling the base, and wrappedher legs tightly around it as she secured her perch.

I reached down and grabbed the shoulders of her dress with two hand and pulled, the dress ripped like a leaf, leaving her completely naked. She shivered as her body was exposed to the cool air in the house, as the fireplace had been cold for some time. I felt the little reverberations through her legs.

"You want to warm up? I have a suggestion." I flexed my cock a couple times.

She threw back a withering glare, but I had a point. For some reason, whatever magic animated me kept the temperature of my body similar to a living being. My penis was warm and throbbed as blood (sap?) rushed to it. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around it. Not really sure how to proceed, she just stays in that position awkwardly for a while.

I flex my cock again, feeling sap rush through it. She gasps in surprise as she feels it throb underneath her. I feel her wet gash begin to get wet as it rubs against my skin. A dollop of pre squeezes out the tip and rolls down, coating her chest with slick sap. She moans in disgust... and something else. She begins to hump and buck against my cock, tiny moans escaping her voice as she begins to enjoy herself.

She could only stimulate about 75% of me, but it fe;t good-really good, and a familiar warmth began to spread from the base of my cock where she was now rubbing her clit desperately. She slides up and perhaps giving into lust or just out of a desire to end this as quickly as possible, begins to jerk off the upper half of my cock with her upper body. She even leaned forward, mashing her tits against the head, and began rimming the entrance at the tip. I staggered back at the sensation of her warm tongue on what was probably the most sensitive area of my body, placing my hand on one of Giovanna's immaculate chairs to steady myself. I came before I knew it, practically hosing the insect woman with my seed.

I watched it splatter over her, soaking her entire body. She moaned and paused her efforts. She squeezed my cock as hard as she could with her whole body and shuddered as she came as well.

She rolled off of my cock and laboriously, as she was now soaked in spooge, hovered back to the dresser and flopped down. She looked exhausted, and I felt another twinge of guilt.

"um, I..."

"zzzzz..."

I was interrupted by soft snoring. Jimina's eyes were closed, and her chest gently rose and fell. I had fucked her to sleep.