They say fairies are so small, they can only hold one feeling.

It was getting harder for Chime to stay quiet.

Her self-touching seemed not to calm any need but stoke it. Her body hurt the more she stimulated it, pain left from whatever the ogre had done, but the pleasure that surged from her tiny fairy slit was undeniable. The pain and pleasure mixed together. The fear and pleasure mixed together.

"N-no... please..." She begged her imaginary assailant. "Don't h-hurt me..."

She was oblivious to the tektite as it scurried below, oblivious to how it turned the zora Sasha into its prey. She took fingers, slick with her own sweet honey milk from her breasts and to her mouth. She stuck her fingers deep, near **** herself as her tongue furiously lapped at the milk and the fingers stroking between her legs grew faster.

It was then she saw the sky was red.

She heard the distant screams, the distant moans, but her little head spun. She didn't understand the red sky, but it scared her. The distant cries were a promise of the harsh fate that awaited beautiful girls.

Her head spun with lust and she didn't know if it was real.

"H-help me..." she whispered around her fingers. For salvation from her imagined ****, from her real circumstance, or her own lust? She was afraid. She didn't want to be hurt, didn't want to be ****, didn't want to be... to be... 'fuck meat'... But she couldn't fight the compulsion to stroke herself, one hand now massaging her swollen stomach... her baby... the baby that a giant monster **** into her...

"Oh... o-h glitter..."

(1 Action to masturbate... less quietly.)