Well, everybody likes a surprise, don't they?

It is with something of a wicked grin on your face that you bite your tongue hen you feel your impending climax rushing forth. The fairy's soft, warm body and eager hands and mouth have quickly brought you to the edge and you clench your fists at your side as you feel pleasure like an electric rush move through you. You give only a short, hoarse moan at the moment of release and that is far too little warning for the fairy who had only just realized what was happening as your member thickened and twitched right before your orgasm hit you...and then hit her, quite literally.

It is with a squeaky shriek of surprise that is quickly cut off that the fairy is doused in the face with your first spurt of seed, the thick substance coating her face and hair easily and rocking her little form forward to slide further off of your manhood. She doesn't even have time to recover from that before another shot of your semen strikes her, impacting against her breasts and shoulders and, again, knocking her body forward. She takes the first three spurts of your release on her body, her small size and your voluminous release making sure she is all but drenched in your cum, and then she is knocked loose from your cock and is fluttering awkwardly down to the ground, her wings flapping slowly as your cum weighs them down. You continue to shoot your load, some of your seed falling upon the fairy, but most of it now staining the ground as the fairy is a moving target and you are too overcome by pleasure to take the time to aim at her.

Still, by the time your climax ebbs, you have left quite a puddle of cum on the ground before you and, in the middle of it, sits the now completely cum-drenched fairy. She sits there, trying to wipe the sticky fluids from her face and shake them off of her wings as best she can. You note that, when she can, she licks up and swallows what you have stained her body with, but she can only take so much before she is full. When she has wipe her face and licked her hands as clean as she can, leaving much of her body still streaked and dripping with your seed, she looks up at you with an adorable pout on her face.

"That was mean, Master! You should have warned me before you came!", she humphed out, her high-pitched voice making it hard to take her irritation seriously, "Now look at me! I'm a mess! I can't even fly with all of your cum on my wings, Master!"

She pouts some more and you give a chuckle as you shrug to her helplessly, as though you couldn't have helped what had happened. "I'm sorry, little one. You were just so good at what you were doing that I couldn't help myself. You should be proud, really.", you reply and that seems to appease her slightly as she lifts her head and puffs out her chest a bit at your words.

"Well, I guess that's true. But now what? If I can't fly with your cum on me, I'm not going to be able to come along with you.", she pouts some more.

"Ah, well, don't worry yourself about that. I can fix that.", you say and then you concentrate your magic again in your left hand, the rock covering having already flaked away to leave behind your bare skin once more. The naiad's mark glows on the back of your hand and you hold your palm over the fairy as water rushes out of it. The water pours down over the fairy in a deluge, washing away your semen from her and the floor below her readily enough. She sputters a bit, but, after getting used to it, wipes and rubs at her body as though she were bathing properly. It is when she combs her fingers through her hair to wash away the last of your semen from the long strands that you find her to be clean enough and then turn the water onto yourself. After all, you had been stained with mud and cum yourself and you could do with a bit of a wash.

After awhile, you and the fairy are both dripping wet, but relatively clean. Your breeches and boots are still touched with mud as it was difficult to clean your clothing while you still wore them, but you think yourself clean enough as you right your clothing and stand up straight. You'd had enough distractions. You needed to continue onward and return to the quest you had set yourself on. With that in mind, you retrieve the chest you still hauled with you with the dwarf's hand in it (the macabre trophy the only thing you had to your name) and then looked to the fairy.

"All right, little one. It is time for us to move on.", you say, but pause before actually moving as a thought pops into your head, "Have you a name, fairy? It will be awkward to simply call you little one or fairy over and over."

"I am called Petra, Master.", she answers while wringing out her hair as best she can, "But I will answer to anything you wish to call me."

"No, Petra will do. It is a fine name.", you reply and you think you see something like a blush on her cheeks at that as she flaps her wings and flutters up into the air once more, coming to rest upon your shoulder, "Then shall we be off, Petra?"

"Yes, Master! As you say!", she replies and, with a nod and a rather surprising feeling of relief that you are no longer alone, you begin to walk again, leaving behind the chamber you had encountered Petra in and following the mental map you had acquired from the naiad to make your way out of this dark caverns once and for all.