Well, Chime at least has reached a climax.

Chime's wings trembled, her back arching as she pushed her delicate fingers in deep. She clung to her swollen breast with her other hand, squeezing out more of the sweet milk as the tremors overtook her whole body, arching and spasming wildly as she was overcome by her touch and imagination.

"Ohh gl...glitt...oohhh...aahhhhAHHHHHHHH-"

Her cries pitched higher, becoming a melodious note as her orgasm overtook her, every part of her stretching out as different sweet fluids spilled out around her fingers. Her head turned light, the effects of the 'little ****' blanking her mind as she writhed upon the branch.

No, not quite blank. She could still see it, the great shape hanging over her, the monster who lived in her imagination and who would **** her to be a mother over and over again...

She grew limp, her wings twitching weakly as she sagged on the branch. She pulled her fingers out and lifted them to her lips, lapping at the juices that covered them. Like so much of a fairy they were sweet and sugary. Vaguely she remembered the taste of salt as she woke up. Her other hand stroked over her swollen abdomen. Tears pricked at her eyes.

What was wrong with her that part of her said 'this wasn't enough'?

(1 - Action Orgasm)