Wait and watch.

The young man's hips buck as the pixies tantalise his cock, flicking feathers across the head and up and down the length of the shaft. When it looks like he's just about to cum they whisk the feathers away and retreat to a safe distance, laughing and making rude comments about what a horny little slut he is as he groans and curses them. His frustration is plain on his face.

I have to admit, it's pretty fun to watch. As I peer through the window, I find my hand slowly drifting toward the wetness between my bare legs. It can't be that I'm actually getting off on this humiliation, can it? I suppose it's fine when it happens to someone else. But what if I get caught? What if someone stumbles across me out in the open, playing with myself while I spy on a total stranger? For some reason the thought just excites me more. My fingers are beginning to trace circles on my clit when I spot a door opening in the castle wall. Someone comes out, flanked by a swarm of pixies. It's the Queen.

She's human-sized, which I did not expect. She's blonde and slender, with blue eyes and sharp features. Her ears aren't pointy at all. In fact, it looks to me like she's just a normal person. Could it be that the Queen of the Pixies isn't even a pixie? She wears a silver crown and a dress made out of a single green leaf, a very big one. The young man eyes here nervously as she sashays towards him.