The greater the innocence, the lustier the fall

Abruptly unfolding her wings, Aster breathed in and jumped in the open. Flying had always been a source of great joy, the feeling of the air all around her... her butterfly wings fluttering joyfully from flower to flower... But now it was ten times better.

She was going faster than ever, adrenaline pumping like crazy in her blood as she took a wicked pleasure in weaving in and out, avoiding trees at the very last second, plunging then rising in a exhilarating spiral.

Her new bat wings were a prodigy of flight material. Largely implanted on her back, they gave her no pain from flapping. Extending far from her body, she could glide as smooth as an owl in the night, or soar like a hyperactive sparrow. Flying had gone from pleasant to exalting.

But it wasn't just the wings, her whole being felt like it had shifted from boring to electrifying. Every inch of her skin was arousing, a mere touch was sending shivers down to her crotch, crotch that was now constantly drenched and swollen with arousal, her breasts were massive, so gorgeously round and luscious ; her big curvy ass would allure literally any fey that saw it. Not to mention her tail, basically a second sexual organ.

Her mind felt different too, it was brimming with desire, for sex yes, but also for everything that could bring her this rush of ecstasy, the pleasure of feeling her heart pounding and her mind howling at the face of danger.

Laughing with a pure happiness, she rolled over in the air and sank deeper in the woods. What a fool she had been to try and stop the corruption.

The meadow where Aster lived, was watered by a stream, the tainted stream that had infused all the little folks of the glade with arousal and desire. Though playing an important role, it was far from being a big one, and Aster was pretty sure they were the only ones that had been touched by the lust. The flowers of the woods were not connected to the creek, they drew their water from the rain soaking in the ground, like most of the plants.

Added to that the fact they were surrounded by big, hungry trees spreading their foliage and stealing most of the light, and you had a paradoxal result: the fairies from those places were rougher, used to harsher conditions, and yet weaker, not beneficing from the abundance of resources the fairies of the meadow had. They had been offered to come and live in the glade, where water was flowing uninterruptedly, where no shadow obscured the ground, where they could live and play with their cousins. But the fairies of the wood were somehow both shy and independent, yearning for more but refusing any help, always polite toward the meadowers but never participating much.

Truly paradoxes.

Their isolation made that they likely had been spared, and weren't aware of the delights of corruption. A wrong that Aster intended to right.

She landed gracefully on the lower branch of a young oak. A few feet away from her, a solitary fairy was busy cleaning the forest from the damages of winter, what Aster and her sisters should have been doing instead of playing with themselves and each other, kissing and exploring their newfound libido.

The little fairy's magic was radiating like a warm summer day, everywhere she went the plants seemed to shiver and heal, the buds opened up a bit more, the pale and fragile leaves got slightly greener, the grass shyly pierced the ground.

But its effects were mostly focused on flowers. Petals unfolding, buds growing, the roots sinking lower, the aroma filling the air. It was a very slow work, but it was the role of Spring fairies. They brought life where the cold had killed, they turned a frozen and dull landscape into a shining and vibrant paradise. This instinct, this will of making the nature bloom and burst in colours was what had been the key to corrupting Aster.

You can't stop a stream, but you can make it change its course by acting at the very source. Her love for the glade made her resist the lust, but her love for the glade also made her welcome the corruption.

Lustfully licking her fangs, Aster began to play with her pussy. She traced a line between her engorged labia, teased her sensitive clit and lusciously fondled her enormous rack, enjoying the feeling of her juices running between her crouched legs, down to the branch where it soaked into the bark.

Lilith was an idiot. A selfish moron who couldn't see further than her dick. Her only goal had been to create herself an army, and that's it. All she wanted was to be obeyed, but as sure as the winter fairies were bitches, the dicked demonette had no plan for what to do next.

Aster felt a true horror at the memory of her first corrupted instinct. She had wanted to call Lilith her mistress, to mindlessly obey her and be fucked by her, to worship her dick and be her slut. Undoubtedly the result of Lilith will, that transpired in her cum. She just wanted slaves.

What a relief ! that she had escaped, and had transformed all by herself, away from any bad influence. There, on that branch, she had given up to the corruption from her own will, alone. She had accepted the change, and in return, the darkness had merged with her down to the core, down to the spring of her being.

She had been reborn, not as Lilith's slave, but as herself. Her strong willed and pure self. And if the desire to dominate others stayed within her, it was largely overrode by her love for the glade. She wanted to share what she had felt, to share the lustful perversion, the need for sex, to transform all the other feys into dark and horny beings like her. She wanted the corruption to fill the forest, she wanted every flower, every tree, every pond to be blooming with raw desire, every one of her people to discover the wonders of sex.

The nature would be radiant, wilder and more powerful than it had ever been. She was gonna make sure of that.

A flash of pure bliss and the trembling of her body snapped her out of her daydream ; she had been masturbating all along, ass on the heels, her legs spread to let her fingers work up her pussy to the orgasm. Which was now ravaging her body and mind. The wood under her was as drenched as her cunt, and in the very back of her mind, she could sense the corruption slowly making its way in the tree.

Her body glistening with sweat, she licked her fingers, moaning at the sweet taste of her sex.

Barely satiated, she turned her attention back on the unsuspecting fairy.

She was hesitating about how to proceed. She could fly above her and spray her with her infective juices, ensuring her cooperation... Or maybe she should approach her up front… Ot maybe using force, though she was not sure it was the best solution. It wouldn't have been with herself.

What to do, what to do…