Clara basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. As if having been blind all
her life and now finally able to see, she relished every detail of the
experience. The fairy had slurped up all her liquids from the greenery it sprinkled
upon.
Her tongue returned to Clara’s beaten pussy, returning the now-familiar
twitches of pleasure across the body, the twitches Clara would never reject. A drunken
giggle slipped out of her, clamping her legs around the fairy’s head.
Fairy’s head?
A sharp jab of alertness brought her out of it, noticing the increasing
size of the rock beside her, or how her own gown lay over her body like a large
blanket, or how the laps on her pussy was from a tongue, large enough to cover
it. Peering forward, she saw the fairy’s back, hunched forward on all four, eating
away.
With a precise flurry of strokes and sucks on Clara’s clit, the
stimulation returned like an avalanche, wringing a sharp gasp out of her. The
languor took over, warding away the alertness. Clara was at the mercy of her
lust, and she found it wasn’t a surrender which came after a fight. For once in
her life, she was being pampered, the needs abandoned by so many finally tended
to. For once, it wasn’t her job to help someone. She could just lie back.
Stupefied by the earth-shattering sensations, all concerns became
secondary, or granted an understandable context. Clara wondered if she’d eaten
anything outlandish she’d forgotten or if there were fumes from some plant to
inhale in these prohibited caves that sent her on this trip, to create this perception
of herself being shrunk and this fairy enlarged. Or perhaps this was a fairy of
delight, bringing illusions to enhance the experience. Whatever it was, Clara let
it take over.
The next orgasm arrived, and the fairy didn’t relent throughout it.
Clara didn’t feel as if she were moving her body, her legs and stomach, they
spasmed as if electrocuted. The fairy vacuumed Clara’s pussy, slurping away at
any moisture which amassed.
The hem of the gown slid over her, like a blanket drawn up. Clara didn’t
pay much attention to it, attributing it to the movement they made pushing the
gown. But the lips kissing her bottom now covered Clara from knee to knee when
her legs were stretched to the sides. The fairy’s face, the little thing Clara
had to focus to make out the details of before, lay in the gown with her, and
she was what held the gown up. Those snowy eyes and hair, pale skin, firm
jawline and sharp cheekbones, they were before her like some massive statue.
Lips over Clara’s pussy and thighs, the fairy dragged her out like a cat
with its toy. Once the gown Clara herself wore, the yellow canvas scrolled past
her above. Large hands slipped underneath Clara, propping up her back. Together
with the mouth latched onto her bottom, the fairy brought Clara out of the
gown. The large hands behind her pushed Clara, having her sprawled over the
fairy’s head, her chest straddling the nose, her knees ending at the tips of
the mouth, her hands almost reaching the earlobes. With her limbs outstretched,
she was like a human cobweb cast upon the fairy’s face.
There was no pause. The tip of the tongue prodded at Clara’s pussy, a
jolt cutting through her body. The entire ordeal hung over Clara like onerous
blankets. “Oh, God. It’s so sensitive now. It’s too sensitive. I… Ah…” She fell
over the fairy’s face with a defeated moan, not much left in her but the
occasional exclamation when the giant tongue poked at the right place.
Somehow, the fairy seemed to know when to end, and that this was still
not it. Her persistence successfully brought Clara to yet another orgasm. With
Clara’s mounting wails, large fingers wrapped around her chest and lifted her
away from the mouth. Dexterously, with the fingers of the same hand, she raised
Clara’s two legs, freeing the target. The pinky finger of her other hand played
with her pussy, parting the loose, bloated lips.
Like a hunter having spent their time preparing and taking aim, the
finger speared inside. Clara screamed, degenerating into a delirious cackle as
the pinky finger pushed in and out, in and out, somehow managing to exceed
previous pleasures and stimulate her still. Alongside the penetration, the
fairy took both of Clara’s tits in her mouth and nibbled on them.
“Oh. My. GOD!” Once having been small enough that her wide-spread arms
narrowly girdled one of Clara’s breasts, now Clara was no more than a doll she
was violating. All those facts were lost on her, the throughline of pleasure blanketing
the entire ordeal as one comprehensive experience, one she still believed she
would eventually snap out of.
On the next orgasm, the fairy opened her mouth wide, ready to receive a
treat. Clara’s squirt shot right into the giant mouth, the pinky finger pumping
fast to squeeze out every last drop there was left.
The pinky finger couldn’t enter anymore. The meaty pillar Clara sat on
was comparable to one of her own legs. And then, the fairy took Clara’s ankle
with her thumb and index, her mouth still open, dangling Clara over it.
“What… What’s going on?” Clara muttered, half-open eyes staring down at
the gaping maw beneath her. For one brief moment, Clara entertained the idea
that this was something dangerous, of the wide world beyond Resten, of magic
and its vagaries, of all the risks and uncertainties of life. That brief moment
bloomed into reality.
She was dropped down, sliding down the tongue and sealed in the dark
depths as the lips shut together.
“Wait! No!” Clara flailed about, trying to gain grip and clamber up.
“Hold on!” In that moment, it didn’t matter that she’d been blissfully unaware
all this time, drifting through clouds of joy. For now, she recognized what
might be happening, the fear and terror striking her like a cold slash across
the body.
The fairy swallowed, reducing
Clara to nothing more than a lump traveling down her throat.