Tink's secret Wish

I didn't wake up to sunlight. I woke up to wet heat. Tinkerbell was already at work. She had crawled under the silk sheets, seeking out her favorite morning meal. I felt her warm, eager mouth moving rhythmically over me, her tongue swirling around the head, her throat humming with a soft, possessive vibration.

I stared up at the wooden ceiling, running a hand through my hair. A pang of genuine regret hit me. I had to leave soon. The worlds were waiting, the Keyhole needed to be sealed, and my journey wasn't over. But leaving this, a Queen who worshipped me with such instinctual perfection, was going to be difficult.

I looked to my side. Wendy was still asleep, curled into a ball, facing away from me. I reached out. I grabbed her soft, pale ass, kneading the flesh roughly. "Mmm?" she groaned, shifting in her sleep.

I didn't stop. I slid my hand forward, slipping between her thighs. She was already wet, the lingering effect of last night’s training. I pushed two fingers inside her. Wendy gasped, her eyes snapping open. She arched her back, waking up instantly as I scissored my fingers inside her. "Sir?" she breathed, looking at me with wide, sleep-fogged eyes.

"Up," I commanded, tossing the sheets aside, revealing Tink bobbing diligently between my legs. "School is in session."

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the high captain's bed. "On the floor. Both of you."

Tink released me with a pop, licking her lips. She scrambled off the bed, dropping to her knees on the wooden floorboards without hesitation. She looked up at me, her eyes shining. Wendy followed, slower, more clumsy, her nightgown bunching around her hips as she knelt beside the fairy.

"You've both made good progress," I said, looking down at the two women kneeling in submission. "Now you learn to share. Work together."

Tink took the lead. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, then looked at Wendy. "Like this, Bird," she instructed. "Don't fight for space. Find the rhythm."

Tink took the head; Wendy took the shaft. It was a sensation of pure decadence. Tink’s mouth felt experienced, even after such a short time, suction-heavy and confident. Wendy’s was tentative, soft, and cautious. "Use your tongue, Wendy," I instructed, placing my hand on the back of her head. "Don't just hold it. Worship it."

She obeyed, her tongue dragging along the underside. I watched them, the blonde fairy and the brunette darling, bobbing in unison before me. The sight of my conquest, the absolute hierarchy established in this room, pushed me to the edge quickly.

"Ready," I groaned, my hips twitching.

Tink pulled back immediately, opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. She nudged Wendy. "Open up," she hissed. "Catch it."

Wendy squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth, tilting her head back. I didn't hold back. I erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of seed flew from me, coating them both. I painted Tink’s chin and cheeks, and splattered across Wendy’s nose and eyelids. They held their positions, letting me mark them, accepting the morning gift.

Tink licked her lips, catching a stray drop. She looked at Wendy, who was blinking through the mess, looking stunned. "Messy," Tink giggled. "But you wear it well."

I stood up. "Clean up," I told Wendy. "And tidy the room. It looks like a storm hit it."

Wendy nodded, wiping her eyes. The domestic command seemed to ground her. She rose, pulling her gown together, and immediately began gathering the scattered clothes and straightening the sheets. She had found her place, the keeper of the sanctuary.

"Tink," I said, pulling on my trousers. "We're going hunting. I need fresh air."

Tink beamed, though the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. She grabbed her stolen pirate shirt, throwing it on but leaving it unbuttoned. We left Wendy to her chores and climbed out of the Hangman's Tree.

We walked through the jungle, the morning sun filtering through the leaves in shafts of gold. The island was quiet, peaceful, finally, but that peace was a signal. The work was done. Tink was quiet too, which was unusual. She walked close to me, her hand gripping my belt loop tight, as if trying to anchor me to the ground.

She didn't pretend not to understand. She looked down at the healed roots of the jungle floor. "The wind changed," she murmured, her voice small. "It’s not swirling around the island anymore. It’s pulling away. It’s pulling you."

"My time here is up, Tink. I will seal the Keyhole today. There are other worlds that need the King."

She stopped, turning to face me. She didn't cry. She wasn't a sidekick to an irresponsible kid anymore; she was a Queen, and she understood the nature of power and duty. But as she looked up, her blue eyes grew intense, swirling with a dark, peculiar hunger. She wasn't going to beg me to stay. She wanted to make sure that when I left, I left a piece of myself behind that could never be washed away.

"If you have to go," she whispered, stepping closer, "then I have a wish, Master. A final claim."

"Speak it."

She bit her lip, looking down at her human body, then back at me. "Being big... it's amazing," she started. "I can feel so much. I can take all of you inside me. And the facial just now... I loved feeling it splatter on my skin."

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But I remember being small. When I was small, a single drop of water was like a bucket. A raindrop was heavy."

She looked at my crotch, then up at my eyes. "I want you to also own my true form, Master. I want to shrink back down. Just for a few minutes." Her breath hitched. "I want you to cover me. When I'm small... your seed isn't just a mess on my face. It'll be a flood. It'll be a tidal wave. I have this... this dream," she confessed, her face flushing crimson. "Of drowning in it. Of being completely submerged in your cum. Bathing in it. Breathing it."

She looked at me with pleading, perverse eyes. "Please, Master. Make me small. And bury me in it."

I looked at the Fairy Queen. Her devotion had twisted into a beautiful, obsessive fetish. She didn't just want to serve; she wanted to be consumed.

"You want to swim in it?" I asked, a smirk touching my lips.

She nodded frantically. "I want to smell like nothing but you for the rest of my life."

"Very well," I said, unbuckling my belt. "Lose that shirt, Tink. And get small."