Fall asleep till dawn

After your conversation, you fell asleep in Alex's arms as he crooned some of the filthiest sex stories you'd ever heard into your ear. You slept unusually well and slowly woke up at the crack of dawn, as was customary among your people.

As you open your eyes, you feel Alex's breath on your face, gentle and rhythmic, and very very annoying. You turn around and jerkily stand up from the heap of fabrics that passed for Alex's bed. Early mornings and evenings are the time of the fairies - and you were always more of a morning fairy, so you stretch freely and have one happy yawn before taking stock of your situation.

You look around and finally begin to comprehend everything that happened in just one day:

1. You got the Daniel's Injection

2. You got finger fucked, then fully fucked by the sexiest werewolf this side of your village

3. You nearly got **** by a werewolf pack led by Zoran no less.

4. Said pack ripped your clothes to pieces...

Ripped my clothes to pieces... Shit!

The fact that you are butt naked in the home of a virtual stranger hits you like a ton of bricks. Alex is great and all, but you are nowhere near the stage in your relationship where you could strut around with your balls and bussies in full view of the each other.

You look around and see a large but bare room. The only furniture in it is a chair, a study table with a small library and a few cupboards next to it, a tiny kitchen work station and a table - the on you were lying on when you got out of your lust filled stupor.

You look down to make sure Alex is still asleep...

Comatose, more like, you think to yourself as you see him sprawled like a lump of taut skin and muscles.

You judge that it's safe to snoop a bit so you go around looking for some clothes. You remember that your own beautiful fairy-made garments were ripped to pieces the night before, so you need fresh coverings. The first place you look is the cupboard next to the study.

There are clothes in there, but all of them tailored for Alex. You try on a shirt, but it can't get over your wings, and even if it could, the massive neck-hole would have made the shirt drop right off your slender body, and the trousers were even worse, not only were they a good six inches too long, there wasn't a belt in the world that could hold them up on your fairy-thin waist. You look around a bit more, but to no avail - bare and dusty though the place is, Alex has kept it well organized - not even a piece of string is out of place.

Finally you give up and decide the only course of action is to pull out one of the longer pieces of fabric (preferably something silk) and wrap yourself with it.

You walk over to the bedding and gingerly sift through the heap to find something wrap-able. No silks, but a long piece of fur looks just about right. You try to pull it out, but that glorious goof Alex has splayed his entire body over it. You try to move it little by little, so as to not wake him, and it seems to work for a moment, until he grumbles a little in his sleep and rolls around so that he is now perfectly on top of the fur.

Deeply irritated by this development, you resort to brute **** and try to tug it out as hard as you can. Thankfully werewolves are the exact inverse of fairies, the love nights and hate mornings, to the point where they are almost rock-like in their morning slumber.

As you pull harder and harder, you are startled and almost piss yourself when you hear Alex make what can only be described as a growl. Still asleep with his eyes closed, Alex's knee kicks up and trips you while an arm extends out in a sleeping-yawn. You try to stabilize yourself but end up falling backwards with your head landing right in front of Alex's crotch. To make matters worse, two things happen simultaneously - the knee that jerked upward falls back down clamping your head in place, and Alex's arm grabs your butt and pulls it right up next to him.

Now you're both sixty-nine-ing but only one of you is aware of the fact.