Riding the emotional rollercoaster.

John balled his fingers into a fist and pressed its knuckles into his forehead. Furious as he was, Vanessa was out of his reach… for now. As long as she was under Wentworth’s protection, there wasn’t anything he could do to her, and John had severe doubts that the witch would care about Vanessa’s crimes. It was painfully hard to accept that, but John had to, if he was going to serve the bitch payback later.

Having clarity of focus suppressed his urge to punch the screen, though he could only barely hold back when he looked back up at it. Just seeing the icon filled him with hate and disgust; he would never be able to forget the look on Laetitia’s face… John **** himself to take a slow breath.

There was still a… fifth video. His fingers trembled as he gripped the mouse, hovering it over the final icon.

From where she stood on the desk, Adorabelle looked up at him with a pained grimace. Her hair was completely frazzled, and her neat, form-fitting dress hung loosely on her body. She looked worn out, which was reasonable, considering the tantrum she’d been throwing. The fae opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. She visibly struggled to find words. Ultimately, she just turned away from the screen and stared at the table.

The pointer still hovered over the last video… but John couldn’t do it. Instead, he archived them all. He never wanted to have to open one again, or to see Vanessa’s face for that matter, but they were his only leverage against the **** bully. The SD card, with its payload delivered, was useless to him now, and John crushed it with some satisfaction. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one happy to see it gone; Adorabelle looked on with grim delight.

“Sorry. That was a… really bad idea,” he said, failing to ignore the hint of bile on his tongue. The words came out angrier than he meant, but Adorabelle didn’t take it personally.

The fairy crossed her arms and shook softly, fingers digging tiny red lines into her exposed skin. “No,” she said, barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t your fault. It’s hers.” They both knew who Adorabelle was referring to. A look of disgust crossed the pixie’s face, and she turned away from John for a long moment. When she looked back, she’d recovered the giddy, drunken smile from before, “Let’s do something else, something fun this time!”

John stared at her; the demeanor shift would’ve been strange, if it were the first time she’d done it… but now he could see past the fae’s façade. Her legs were completely rigid and eyes wet at the corners with the emotions she was trying to put behind her. The sight pulled at John’s heartstrings.

He stood up and walked over to his bed, grabbing a tissue out of the box next to it before returning to the fairy, “Here.” It was comically oversized, being almost as large as she was tall, but the tiny girl accepted it and buried her face in the soft material. She sniffled and the emotional dam broke.

As the pixie cried her eyes out on his desk, John stepped outside of the room to give her some space. It felt wrong to just sit there staring at Adorabelle, and he had some feelings of his own to deal with. John’s heart was still pounding, and his throat burned whenever he took a breath. His eyes watered, and with nobody around to see… he let himself go.

It didn’t last long, only a minute at most. Hot tears ran down his cheeks, drying into salty riverbeds of grief. His fingers clenched and then released as John pulled himself back together.

He felt better afterwards and even managed a halfhearted grin in the dark hallway, though nobody could see it. Behind him, John could still hear Adorabelle sobbing. She’d probably need more time…

While he waited for the fae, John pulled his phone out of his inventory and checked the time. It was 9:12, and he had two messages from Erica, as well as a missed call from… his mom?

In all the chaos and distraction following Adorabelle’s arrival, and the subsequent revelations stored on Vanessa’s SD card, he’d forgotten entirely about her mysterious absence. Why the hell wasn't she back yet? It was past his curfew, and John was seriously contemplating requiring his mother follow one as well!

He immediately played the message.

“I’m really sorry about this, honey!” his mom’s voice shouted into his ear. John immediately turned down the volume. As his hearing stabilized, he could hear what sounded like a dozen or more people in the background. “Something went wrong with one of the west-coast servers, and everyone’s pulling overtime tonight. I’ve got to be here until we get things settled,” a voice called his mother’s name in the distance, and her voice became slightly muffled by the ambient conversation, “Yes? One moment, please. I’m just letting my son know. Thank you.

“Now, there’s money for dinner on my dresser, so get something healthy and stay safe. Love you!” Brenda’s hurried voice addressed him again before yelling at someone, “Alright! Hold your horses, I’m coming!”

John breathed a sigh of relief. His mother was safe, that was a weight off his shoulders. Between whatever was causing the disappearances and the things that stalked the night, like the Malkin, he’d had plenty to be afraid of. Still… he should probably start keeping his phone in his pocket to avoid missing calls.

The other messages were a bit late.

Erica C. (8:39): By the way you might have a visitor if Adorabelle doesn’t get lost. Just wanted to give you a heads up dude.

Erica C. (8:40): Be nice to her okay?

He took a moment to reply, letting Erica know that Adorabelle had made it and he’d offered the fae proper Hospitality, though he decided not to mention the fact that she was currently in tears in his room. Without context…

“What’cha doing?” said pixie asked, landing on his shoulder out of nowhere. She leaned forward to look at his phone, “Talking to Snow?”

John sent the message and pocketed his phone, looking at Adorabelle as best he could. She seemed back to ‘normal’, or at least her cheerful expression felt sincere this time. Good.

“Why do you call Erica that?” he asked.

“Call her what?”

“Snow.”

Adorabelle gave him a skeptical look, as though she couldn’t believe the question, “Because she is? Ask her about it, dumbass!”

Well, that’s unhelpful.

“Alright, fine. I… will…” John trailed off as the fairy suddenly tried to wrap her arms around his neck. He panicked momentarily, but when the pixie didn’t try to strangle him, he realized it was a hug.

“Shut up, fuckboy,” Adorabelle muttered into his hair, her voice tickling John a bit. She stayed there for a few seconds before settling back on his shoulder with a grin. He couldn’t resist matching it with one of his own, and the dark room felt a bit warmer for it.

As a few seconds passed, the pixie’s smile changed slightly, growing more heated. “That reminds me,” she said in a stage-whisper, “I owe you something in return for the drinks, don’t I?”

John blinked, trying to think back to the kitchen. Had they made any kind of deal? “I don’t-”

Adorabelle’s eyes flashed with annoyance, and she grabbed his face with both hands, tugging it back towards her with surprising ****, “You are hilariously bad at this.”

“Sorry,” John tried to say through squished cheeks.

“Thank Titania you’re cute. Now shut up.”

Her wings fluttered and lifted the pixie off his shoulder. She hovered a few feet away and spun in place, her wings curling around her body. When they parted once more, she was virtually naked, clad only in silver, swirling magic. It clung to her body like a transparent towel, hiding explicit detail while revealing her curves in totality. Adorabelle winked at him. John just stared back.

Seeing her like this was… distracting, but a part of John’s mind had considered and was stuck on the obvious size disparity between them. Adorabelle was barely a sixth of his height! He wasn’t exactly ‘hung’, but in comparison, he was way too big for her.

The fae girl drifted closer, reaching out to place one tiny hand on his cheek, then leaning in to kiss his nose. Her touch was electrifying, sending a tingling surge through his face and down his chest. In an instant, John went from soft to rock-solid. The shift happened so quickly that his pants strained against the burgeoning erection.

Adorabelle giggled and gave him a come-hither gesture before flying back into his room. John followed, to find the girl sitting on the headboard of his bed. He followed and frantically unbuckled his pants as they grew unbearably uncomfortable. The fairy gave him a wolf-whistle when his boxers followed, and John wasn’t sure if he should glare back or be proud of it.

Once he reached the bed and sat down on one side, Adorabelle descended to stand on one of John’s thighs. “Oh my…” she trilled in a sing-song voice as she pressed a hand up against one side of his cock, “this monster looks like it’d break me.” The fairy practically swooned.

John just stared at Adorabelle with a raised eyebrow and said, “Really?”

“Look, do you want the porn dialogue or not?” the tiny girl asked, one hand starting to rub up and down his length, the other on her hips. It was the sassiest handjob that John had ever experienced, if he discounted the fact he’d never gotten one until now. To be honest, it wasn’t that stimulating either, mostly ticklish… but there was something about the way she looked up at him.

Adorabelle was annoying and temperamental, but it was strangely charming… and right now, that translated into him getting a lot harder. She noticed it too, her fingers squeezing just under John’s cockhead.

“You like that? Perv.”

John answered with an honesty that surprised even him, “I like it when you’re you.”

Adorabelle stopped, staring up at him with an open mouth. Her cheeks slowly tinged, then burned a bright scarlet. Unconsciously, one of her wings curled over to hide her face from him, but he caught a momentary glimpse of a smile on the tiny girl’s lips. “Asshole…” then she kicked his dick.

There was no **** behind it, so it actually felt kind of good. Especially when she followed up by straddling him and twisting her hips side to side against the top of his shaft. The pixie squeezed him with her thighs and rubbed her hands along the length as she gave him a sort-of lap dance.

It felt good in a different way than his hand or Moira’s mouth. Adorabelle used her entire body to attend to him, and it combined wonderfully. Her fingers sent tingles down his cock as they brushed across it that were multiplied whenever her thighs squeezed together. Even the scent of her arousal added to the orchestra of minute elements, the fairy smelled like sunflowers.

Adorabelle reached forward and braced herself against his lower stomach, then swayed her hips back and forth, climbing up his length with each gyrating motion. It was immediately evident that he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself, from the sparkling trail the pixie left behind.

When she reached the crown of his shaft, the fae leaned back against it and turned her head to kiss the sensitive skin, before sliding back down to the base. Halfway down, she moaned loudly, and when she landed, Adorabelle spent a few seconds with her fists balled up against him.

The experience was very different from Moira. Where the paladin had been forceful and ****, Adorabelle was teasing and delicate. It was partly her body, being so small that she lacked the ability to fully engulf him… but it was good. John found himself brought to the edge of climax and kept there by the fae. When she landed atop his tip and circled her hips against it, his body throbbed, and he had to grab the sheets with one hand. Yet, he never came.

John’s body fought against the wonderful agony of edging, trying to push itself to climax, his hips thrusting as if to enter a phantom pussy, or his shaft pulsing with an orgasm he couldn’t quite reach. The sensations steadily overwhelmed his ability to focus, until the ministrations of the cock-worshiping fae blended together.

His conscious mind resurfaced only when Adorabelle fluttered off the top of his cock to push it up against his chest with one hand. She alighted softly on his balls, keeping her wings moving to prevent from putting too much weight on them. The fae gently nudged them with a toe, feeling the fullness she’d built up inside.

“Go ahead, fuckboy. Cover me in it,” she murmured into John’s cum-vein, before kissing it passionately.

Like a valve inside him had burst, John’s body tensed and then let go of all of his built-up pleasure. The first spurt hit the floor several feet away, but Adorabelle flew directly into the second, dousing herself in it like a shower. She remained hovering unstably in the path of his orgasm until John had none left to give. As he came down from the high, the fairy rubbed his cum into the skin of her belly and thighs. She exhaled a practically inaudible sigh, and her wings stopped flapping. John reached out to catch the fairy in both hands, holding her as Adorabelle clenched her legs together.

A few seconds passed, in which the pixie only panted and trembled with aftershocks, then she wiped a thick glob of cum off her cheek and blinked open her eyes. “Now that’s…” she bit her lip and her hips twitched, “good…” Too exhausted for anything more, she fell back against John’s hands with a sticky noise.

“Summer’s warmth, you got it everywhere!” Adorabelle’s annoyed voice was just loud enough to be audible over the shower, but John pretended he couldn’t hear her. He glanced over to the sink, where the diminutive girl was doing her best to work his cum out of her hair. There was something genuinely adorable about seeing the fairy use it as a bath. “I’m going to smell like your dick for a week. Bleh.”

“You weren’t complaining earlier,” he replied.

“Well, you don’t have to deal with it, you gigantic fuckface. You got some in my ears! How did you even manage that?” Adorabelle pulled herself up to lean on the side of the sink, glaring at his silhouette from across the room, “Titania’s will, I’m never fucking a human again!” Despite her protests, there wasn’t any venom in the fae’s words, and her expression naturally shifted back to an embarrassed grin.

She turned over in the water and said something almost inaudible before turning the tap to reheat her bath, “Hmm… well, ok. Maybe one.”