He can’t resist seizing this chance

Does Akko fall for Minn’s trick? | [5,1] Yes but...

Lux doesn’t wake up immediately, and Minn can’t resist a show...

Akko’s laziness and cowardice war against the lust that’s rising under his tattered loincloth. His brief pleasures earlier have only served to whet his appetite. Why shouldn’t he get a proper go? Well, because Urko would kill him, obviously, but still…

“Just think,” the sprite whispers in his ear, “you can show everyone how big and strong you are. Tame her. She’ll worship you. She’ll be giving birth to your little mitelings. They’ve handed you the opportunity, you just have to take…”

Akko licks at the drool that’s starting to drip from his oversized mouth. In his tiny mind, the possibility actually seems real. Imagine Urko being scared of him, instead of the other way around; the bitch crawling on all fours for him, eager to please…

Teeth chattering, he sets his spear aside and approaches the sleeping girl. No hint of movement or awareness from her yet. Akko wraps a handful of her flowing black hair around his little fist and drags her behind him.

The well-worn path down to the river winds between sharp rocks and outcrops. Soon they are out of sight of the camp, the sprite flying along behind while Akko forges ahead, driven by his new sense of purpose and ambition. The distant hiss of the rushing water becomes a loud roar, the river crashing down from the top of the cliff onto the stones down here.

The tiefling’s body trails in the dirt behind him, mostly through mercifully soft earth, though there is the odd coarse pebble. Occasionally she mumbles softly in protest, her body writhing weakly in her sleep. Still, she show no signs of waking.

Not that Akko is even worrying about that any more; he’s too caught up in his own fantasies. He brings her to the river’s edge and – stubby little arms struggling – props her up against a slight rise right by the river bank. The air all around them is full of the noise of the waterfall and the fine haze of mist spraying out from it. Out of breath from the effort, he steps back to survey his prize.

The cold water against Lux’s skin weakens the already faltering pixie magic; finally, she begins to stir. But she is not awake yet, and Akko gives it no thought – oblivious to any danger as he takes in the sight of the position he’s left her in.

She lies on her side, her head resting on a grassy lump of earth – but he’s not paying attention to her head, to her sleeping face. With her legs slightly tucked in, her ass is pushed out towards him, one fat cheek stacked atop the other. At their utmost, her hips are almost as wide as Akko is tall, forming a mountain of soft, white flesh. He could just bury himself in it and be content – but he wants more.

Mesmerised, breathing hard, he moves closer. With a little effort, he hoists up one of her legs, parting her thighs to reveal her recently-used pussy, wet with residual arousal, hot and inviting. This is what he was denied earlier, bullied out of his chance in the frenzy of the other mites, **** to make do with rubbing his dick against her foot – now it’s all for him.

“Hey, be as rough as you like,” the sprite says, bouncing with eager energy. “She’s not going to wake up.”

Akko is too absorbed to notice that the sprite almost shouted those last two words. With his free hand he flicks aside his loincloth; working by touch, since he’s pressed up to close to the girl’s luscious flesh to look down and see what he’s doing. Salivating as he lines himself up, and pushes…

The feeling of her warm walls wrapping around his diminutive blue cock provides Akko a first taste of heaven. Now nothing, no fear, no danger, could stop him going all the way. The girl moans softly, contentedly, as he begins to thrust into her, his knees already weak as he reaches levels of excitement he’s never known.

“See?” he half-hears the sprite say. “Now! you’re doing it. Your luck’s – Lux! – really come in. Hope she doesn’t WAKE UP!”

Akko doesn’t understand. Akko doesn’t care. Akko can feel a shudder through his whole body, an impending bliss, he’s about to make her his, forever, and she’ll crawl and worship him –

She opens her eyes. They go wide as she takes in what’s happening.

Akko blinks. Distant panic rises inside him. But it’s a panic that makes him thrust faster – the panic of needing to finish, needing that sweet release, before –

Two things happen almost at once. First, something crashes into the back of Akko’s head; something that feels a lot like the two feet of a diving sprite. And second, the girl pulls her legs in, out of his grip, then plants a heel in the middle of his face, and –

And as Akko flies back, as he experiences his much-needed release briefly in mid-air before an unsuspecting tree stump knocks him out –

He has time to think that her feet are what really did it for him after all.

Thud.