Coye Vol 3 Ch 17

When Coye awoke later that night, it wasn’t because he had a bad dream, and it wasn’t because he was the victim of yet another surprise attack. What stirred him from rest was a revelation. While starting a new relationship is an exciting, worthwhile endeavor, the process always brings unexpected inconveniences as one begins learning more about their partner with every unique experience.

What Coye learned was that Byng snored like a roaring bear. On top of that, she shifted during her sleep to an unnatural degree. When they started their rest, they slept together in the tried and true cuddle position many lovers defaulted to. Somehow, she now laid at the foot of the bed, her arms wrapped around Coye’s feet, cradling them as if they were her children.

Between the loud sounds coming from her nose and the continual movement, it was inevitable that he would wake up at some point during the night. As soon as he did, he remarked at this odd girl and tried to hold back a laugh at her expense. He failed but managed to keep it quiet enough not to wake her. She was lucky he found both of these annoyances to be quite adorable, even if he wasn’t sure how he would fall back asleep.

Coye soon became aware of the need to relieve himself, having fallen straight asleep before he could’ve done so. He extricated his feet from his lover's embrace and got up. On his way out, he made sure to check on Shayla.

The Pixie stirred, but the main takeaway was her glow had almost entirely returned. She looked as bright as ever, especially her beautiful wings. Coye sighed with great relief to see her recovery going so well. He briefly wondered what it felt like to be exhausted of mana, but he brushed it off. He was too happy over his successes with Byng to care about his inability to learn magic.

Exiting the tent, Coye was met with a cool breeze blowing against his stark naked body. His skin was somewhat clammy thanks to all the sweating he did between now and his bath earlier in the night, and he found this calmness to be outstanding and emblematic of his inner thoughts.

Coye worked his way outside of the camp, although very carefully. He had a distinct feeling that his new lover took home defense very seriously and correctly guessed there were many traps scattered around the perimeter. Thanks to his caution, he didn’t run into any of them as he found a nice patch of grass where he could do what needed to be done.

As the boy emptied himself underneath the bright moon and all its stars, Coye thought again of everything that happened that led him to where he was.

To think that today had started off with a nightmare seemed almost laughable compared to how little it bothered him now. It didn’t matter that the dream was lifelike because he knew now that everything his tormentor said about him was wrong. Changing who he was might have taken him longer than he wished, but Coye could now confidently say he was no longer the same person who left the city of Roselake two years prior.

He had constantly changed, and he knew that from here on out, he would only change even more. As he continued to interact with the girls he loved and finally opened his heart to new experiences and let more people into his life, the sky was the limit.

For the first time that he could remember, Coye had a goal. One that wasn’t as simple as getting stronger or improving his rank as an adventurer, but rather one that would see him bettering who he was as a person and forging new bonds at any opportunity.

There was also the matter that Byng had brought to his attention during their intimate heart-to-heart. How she pointed out that Coye wanted a harem. What a strange thought that was.

However, it was one he couldn’t deny.

Perhaps it wasn’t the sex he was addicted to. Maybe it was that the sex he was having happened to be with girls who each had intimate feelings for him in their own ways, feelings he learned to reciprocate shortly after giving them a chance. Suzette and Byng brought so much joy into his life in such a short time, and the thought that there might be more possibilities with other girls excited him to no end.

Coye wrapped up the most introspective piss of his life and let out a sigh of contentment before returning back to Byng’s tent. There, he was met with an unexpected sight. Somebody was waiting for him.

Shayla sat atop the large tent, her illumination making her visible from afar. Still wearing the cute nightgown she conjured up before, she stared up at the moon, waiting for Coye as he did his business. Once she heard him coming, she turned her head and flew off the tent to meet him.

“Shayla!” Coye ran straight toward his littlest lover, embarrassing her greatly as he pulled her into a hug against his naked chest before she had a chance to say anything about it.

“Woah, easy there!” Shayla blushed, trying to wiggle out of the boy’s grasp unsuccessfully. “In case you forgot, my spine is basically like a twig! I know you’re happy to see me, but you need to ease off before you kill me, you dummy!”

“Sorry, sorry...” he relented, giving in to her reasonable demands. “I'm just so happy to see that you’re doing all right. I was worried sick about you.”

Shayla folded her arms and raised an eyebrow with a sassy look on her face. “Really? And here I was worried you would have forgotten my damn name, what with how cute you two got with each other. I was awake for some of it. Kept drifting in and out because neither of you seem to know the meaning of restraint. Nice job, baby. From what I could tell, things got pretty damn romantic back there...”

“Ah,” The boy blushed and scratched behind his ear and then looked off to the side. Even though Shayla was a witness to most things that he did, it was odd knowing she was watching without letting him know. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I don’t think I was trying to make it romantic. It’s just that I was saying what I actually felt...”

There was a small silence as Shayla looked the naked boy over, keeping her emotions in check as she did. She then asked, “So, what is it that you feel? Are you in love with her?”

Earlier that very day, Coye would have freaked out at an innocent question that even brought up the L-word. Now, though? He gave it a few moments of silence thought, making sure that the topic received the serious scrutiny it deserved.

“Yeah. At least, I think so? I know that isn’t a very good answer, but... I don’t have any experience being in love. I thought that made it less likely for me to know what I was feeling, at least at first. Then, Byng helped point out the truth. It wasn’t like she was leading me on or trying to make me think of a certain thing, either. It was more like she led me to a conclusion I might not have been able to by myself.”

“...Is that so?” Shayla asked, trying to remain supportive but unable to hold back just a bit of her jealous tone from sneaking out against her wishes.

“Yes. You don’t need to be so snarky, Shayla. That conclusion was that what I feel for Byng is most likely love and that it’s the same feeling I have for Suzette, and for you, too...” upon this revelation, Shayla grew bright red, but Coye wasn’t done talking. “Gods, that reminds me... I need to see Suzette tomorrow and make things up to her...”

Shayla currently didn’t give a shit about Suzette. She was too busy freaking out over the boy just up and admitting he was in love with her and two other women simultaneously. That’s not even getting into Dorothy, who Shayla knew was still in the equation, even if Coye kept her out of the current conversation.

The Pixie put her hands on her hips, flying in front of his face and giving him a peek down her nightgown’s cleavage as she leaned over and narrowed her eyebrows. “Excuse me, back the fuck up for a second! You can’t just casually throw that word around. It means a lot, and you only just entered into a relationship with them. I’m worried you might be high on life and rushing ahead. That’s only gonna get you into trouble, mark my words!”

Coye knew that Shayla was only looking out for him, but he had recently gained a new level of clarity over himself and what he wanted out of life. He shook his head in denial, saying, “I don’t think that’s the case. Or, rather... I know it’s not the case. I feel so strongly about her, Suzette, and... you too, Shayla. It’s not rushing ahead if I don’t see any other road I want to go down. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking them to m-marry me or anything. I just don’t want to string them along. I want us to be official.”

Shayla met his gaze, rolling his eyes at first but smiling as she said, “Well, my worst fears have come to pass. I’ve gone and created a monster. Now, no girl in Cransmere will ever be safe again.”

Her words were sarcastic but her tone was playful. Even if she couldn’t hold back her remaining concern, Coye knew even then that Shayla was happy that he was happy. He looked at the girl and gave her a warm, appreciative smile.

“I wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for you, Shayla. Thank you.”

“Yeah, that’s true. And don’t you forget it!” She laughed. “But at some point, you really need to give yourself at least some of the credit, baby. In the end, I wasn’t feeding you lines or coaching you. I think that deep down, you’re like some kind of super seducer who's always able to say the right thing at the right time in the most adorable way possible… it’s kind of fucking scary, if I’m being honest.”

Coye blushed, And considering how much more he still had to say to Shayla, he figured it would be best if they took a seat. He led her over to the stone bench and sat down as he said, “That’s not the point I’m getting at. I’m talking more about how if it weren’t for you, I would still be back at the Guild right now. I wouldn’t have ever thought to ask Byng out on a date or to try and hook up with Suzette. Simply put, I’m… ashamed of how I used to be. Blocked off in my own little world, too afraid of being hurt to actually take chances in the hopes of having a better life. My eyes would still be closed if you hadn’t been the one to open them and show me what I was missing. So… thank you, Shayla. Not just for pushing me with Byng, but for everything you’ve done for me in the short time we’ve been together…”

Shayla stared at him in absolute silence for what felt like an eon. Her expression was confused, overjoyed, and embarrassed, all mixed up into one awkward package.

“W-Where in the fucking Realm is all this crap coming from?!” She asked, unsure how she was supposed to deal with all of this emotional junk right after having woken up. “I’ve heard of post nut clarity before, but not post nut personality change! What exactly did Byng’s pussy do with my sweet, naive little Half-Elf boy?!”

Coye laughed. “I’m sorry. I can’t really hold back my thoughts and feelings right now. I still feel really high over everything that happened…”

“Yeah, I hadn’t noticed…” Shayla sighed. “So let me get this straight… tomorrow, you’re going to ask Suzette to go out with you, too?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan. Byng helped me realize that I don’t need to feel guilty about liking… or loving more than one girl at a time. I don’t need to figure anything else out. I know what I want, and I want them to be mine. And…”

“And?” Shayla raised an eyebrow, picking up on the fact that things were likely to take a strange turn.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s like, for the first time in my life, I have some direction. It’s weird.”

“I bet. So what direction are we heading in, big guy?”

“More of what you’ve been pushing me to do. Taking chances, learning new things, spending time with the people I’ve learned I care about... things like that.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, no…” Coye admitted. “I don’t want what happened with Byng and Suzette to happen again. If there’s an opportunity for me to get to know more cute girls and let them into my life, then… I… I want to take that chance before squandering any more precious time.”

Time, huh? Shayla wondered if the boy was moping about his lifespan again. Rather than bringing it up and risk souring his excellent mood, she opted to confront him on his questionable-sounding goals.

“Baby, you can dress it up all you want, but you’re basically telling me that your goal in life from now on is to start sleeping with as many girls as possible. You know how that sounds, right? I mean, it’s cool with me if you want to go that direction, but I’m just a little bit-“

“N-No, that’s not what I’m saying!” Coye insisted, his face growing flustered. But then he started to think about it, and his expression grew more confused. “Or… maybe that is what I’m saying? I don’t know. That’s what I’m getting at. I want to do things I never would’ve done before, to become more proactive.”

Shayla let all of that sink in and ended up sighing again, although she mixed in a smile at the end this time. “I get it, baby. That’s nice and all, but aren’t you worried about how the people around you will take this? You’re going to look like a total sleazeball.”

“So? Maybe that’s the kind of person I am underneath it all, and maybe I am a total pervert who wants a harem of women by his side. I don’t know who I am, Shayla… but I do know that you, Suzette, and Byng each bring out different sides of me that I didn’t know were there before. Who knows what else I might learn about myself if I interact with more girls?”

Now Shayla was starting to understand. He really did love these girls and was thankful for what they did to him. As entertaining as it would’ve been for Coye to transform into an adorable, home-wrecking heartbreaker, Shayla was relieved to find out he wasn’t corrupted to that extent as of yet.

Coye’s motivations were not driven by lust but out of a desire for self-discovery and a heart that had more love than he knew what to do with. Good. That was all Shayla needed to know to support him in whatever path he took.

“Alright. I get it now. I shouldn’t have read so much into this. You’re way too wholesome to devolve into some kind of slime ball…”

“I’m not wholesome,” Coye grumbled. “Byng rode on top of me while I said lots of dirty words… and… and I liked it!”

“Big surprise there,” the Pixie chuckled. “What I’m wondering is whether this newfound wanderlust of yours extends towards the girls that intimidate you. Will you start giving Tammy a chance if she shows interest in you? What about Britni?”

Coye shirked back at the mention of his bully, primarily out of reflex. It wasn’t like his determination instantly cured him of his troubles with certain types of women, but the difference between the old Coye and who he was now was that he was ready to try.

“Yes, I’ll…” Coye paused, finding the declaration challenging to make even though his heart was set on it. “I’ll give them a chance if they offer me one. Even if I don’t end up romantically, um… engaged with any of the Baddest Bitches, Tammy, or whoever else then… maybe I’ll at least have made friends with them?”

“Geez… you really have changed…” Shayla remarked. She was happy for him, but she only got to monopolize Coye for a few days before things spiraled out of control. At the moment, she didn’t know whether to be proud or disappointed.

“Well, whatever. I’ve got your back from now on, but let’s make one thing clear. If you start shoving your dick into anything that moves, I will not be causing any unfortunate ‘accidents’ to these poor girls just because a certain slutty femboy didn’t want to pull out!”

“S-Shayla?! How could you even-“

“Knowing you, I’d bet my left wing you forgot to ask Byng if she was on birth control or not…” she said, taking notice of Coye’s evasiveness.

“T-That’s… not important!” He retorted, looking off to the side.

“So you did fill her up without even making sure, huh? Tsk, tsk, tsk… for shame, you horndog. For shame.” Shayla smirked.

“Hmph…” Coye crossed his arms and then gave her a grumpy frown. “Don’t even joke about that again, Shayla. If anything ever happened, I would take full responsibility. No matter what!”

After seeing how serious the boy took her crude attempt at humor, Shayla felt a little sorry. “Of course you would, baby…” she sighed, proud of Coye and his simplicity. “Anyway, no matter what you wanna do with your life, I’ll be along for the ride. Whether you want to keep to your two little girlfriends, build a huge sex harem, or just go and fuck every painted whore in Karnalle, you name it.”

“Thank you, Shayla…” Coye smiled at his partner, only to watch as she held up a finger to him.

“However,” she said, clearing her throat. “I have a condition. It’s one we’ve already talked about, so-”

Coye gave Shayla a glance filled with scrutiny. “Are you bringing up the house thing again? Shayla, I’m starting to feel like it’s incidental to me, and you just happen to want one…”

Shayla blushed at his astute observation. “W-What? No, it’s not like it would be some sort of… big symbolic moment or anything for me to finally have a place of my own call home or anything, nope!” She huffed. “And it’s not like I’ve dreamed of it my whole life, you dummy!”

“Uh-huh…” Coye started to laugh, enjoying how transparent his partner could be from time to time.

“Is it really so much to ask?” Shayla crossed her arms and pouted. “All I’m saying is that if you want a big boy harem, then you need to get your own love nest! Ask Suzette about it tomorrow since you’re already going to be visiting her anyway.”

“Alright, I get it, I get it…” Coye nodded his head and stood up from the stone bench. “It was already on my to-do list anyway.”

“Hmph, it better be…” Shayla grumbled as Coye started to walk away to Byng’s tent. It took him a moment to realize she wasn’t following him, and he turned his shoulder to see her.

“Huh? Are you not going back to sleep?” He asked.

Shayla’s glowing eyes darted around the camp left and right, and she passed the time idling with her thumbs. She evidently wanted something, as she wasn’t very good at hiding it. Coye turned back around, intending to give the needy Pixie the attention she so obviously craved.

“Is there something wrong…?” He asked, returning to the bench and sitting down next to her. Coye figured he might be here a while, so…

“Me? No, no, not at all…” Shayla turned her nose at him. “Although, you did just kind of gloss over the part where you admitted that you have the same feelings for me as you do for your milf and your pet Goblin.”

“Oh,” Coye blushed. “Well, I thought that was obvious…”

“Maybe, maybe not. My point is that if you’re going to make this work with however many girlfriends you end up having, then you’re going to need to put in the effort.”

“Where are you going with this, Shayla?” Coye tilted his head and asked directly.

“Well, it’s just got me thinking! That’s all! Where the hell is my love? Huh? Are you going to bed without giving me affection, even though I was the one who set you up on this date?” Shayla asked, her face growing redder as she awkwardly tried to lead the conversation in a direction that would score her some attention.

“Did you want some?” Again, he asked directly. Coye was having a little fun with this- Shayla was being adorable.

“Only in the interest of making it fair!” She lied. “If you were going to talk a big game about how you’re going to love all kinds of different ladies all at the same time, then you’ve got to prove to me you have what it takes to spread the love and not play favorites!”

Coye couldn’t help himself from smiling. He opened his palm for the little lady to fly onto, and when she did, he looked down at her with a wide, sympathetic smile.

“You have a point there, Shayla. What can I do to make things up to you?” He asked, enjoying playing along with her jealousy.

The girl looked up at him and narrowed her eyes, pausing as she thought to herself and considered her options. After a moment of silence, she asked, “You kissed Byng, didn’t you?”

“Um, yeah. How exactly could you tell?”

“A girl has her ways. I can also tell you ate her out, but that’s just because your breath smells like you ate enough pussy to feed a family of five.”

“She’s messy…” Coye blushed and scratched behind his ear.

“I know. I had Byng pegged as a squirter the second I saw her…” Shayla sighed, waving her hand at him to signal he shouldn’t even bother asking how she figured that one out.

“While I understand that we can’t make out like a normal couple because of our size difference, that doesn’t mean you can go around smooching everyone else without making it even!” Shayla explained, looking up at him and puckering her lips with obvious intentions.

“I’ll kiss you whenever you want, silly...” Coye smiled, bringing his face down to the Pixie's lips and pressing them against his own. As usual, he could barely feel them if it weren’t for the magical tingle they gave as she kissed back.

“Good enough,” she mumbled, fighting back a blush. Although she was reserved in her excitement, her wings were twitching now and again, betraying her inner thoughts. “You’re not off the hook yet, though. You need to give me a little naughty attention, too.”

“To make it fair?” Coye asked with a slight hint of sarcasm.

“Yes. Also, I’m straight up horny right now.” Shayla shrugged and dropped all pretenses. “I told you I kept waking up while you two were bumping uglies, didn’t I? I can’t help if I want some after hearing all that!”

Coye laughed a little and decided to use his newfound ability to tease back, saying, “I don’t know, Shayla. Byng left me pretty wiped out… I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m dry for a few days after tonight…”

She didn’t buy it.

“Puh-lease,” Shayla rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t born yesterday, you know! You’d be much more convincing if you weren’t already sporting a half chub, baby.” She pointed to his naked lower half, which indeed already twitched with life at the idea of having a little moonlit fun with his secret Pixie companion.

“Alright,” Coye sighed as if the idea exhausted him and then sat up and oriented himself so that on the off chance Byng woke up and left her tent, she wouldn’t see her new man hunched over her campfire fucking a Fairy. “I can’t say no to you…”

“Damn right you can’t. Not if you know what’s good for you!” Shayla pouted and snapped her fingers, returning her nightgown to the ether and joining him in the nude. Next, she brought herself down to all fours and turned around with little shame, pointing her shapely rear end at him without saying a word. She was a little wet, it seemed, but foreplay remained important.

Coye quickly picked up on the idea, reaching down with his pointer finger and bringing it into contact with Shayla’s wet slit. His touch elicited an adorable moan as she braced herself for further pleasure. Letting his instincts guide him, the boy began tracing his finger slowly up and down the crack and feeling out for what she wanted.

“Mn,” Shayla shot her eyes as the beginnings of bliss began to spread in her little body. Her wings twitched even harder with anticipation, sprinkling Fairy dust all over his open palm. “Not too hard, baby… I want it to be gentle… you know, like lovers…?”

Coye’s heart sped up at the appealing proposition, forcing him to smile. “Anything you want, Shayla,” The boy told her, continuing to trace his finger across her little lips, applying light pressure here and there and running his fingernail against her outer folds.

Coye found great enjoyment as he played with his palm Pixie, his lust being much more in control after all of the night’s activities with Byng. This control let him into a more relaxed state of mind, and allowed him to really slow things down more than usual, sharpening his mind to focus only on his partner. He studied her movements, took down what didn’t work, and threw it out of the mix while still trying different things to maximize Shayla’s pleasure.

He tested different speeds and patterns of stroking, circling his finger around her tiny cunt and lightly flicking the tip against her equally small clitoris, Strumming it vigorously yet never too intensely because he knew how easy it was would be to hurt her.

Shayla found no small amount of pleasure in all of these different attempts. She noted that Coye was becoming less clumsy with every sexual experience, which meant that the whole harem thing was a net bonus for her. This boy would be a God sooner or later when it came to fucking, but at the moment, Shayla was glad he wasn’t playing with her like a toy. It was a relief to her poor, battered pussy to get some genuine love.

After a few minutes of exploratory fondling, Shayla spoke up. “Wait, wait…!” Her breathing was irregular, her face red with want.

Coye pulled his finger away, seeing a thick web of strands connecting him to her swollen lips. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want me to play with you more?” He asked.

“No,” she moaned, sitting upright so he could quickly grab her. “I’m not in the mood for too much foreplay. You can get going already.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, just make sure you’re gentle with me like I asked for…” Shayla looked up at him with expectant eyes, then chewed on her lower lip in anticipation.

“Alright. Anything you want, Shayla.” Coye smiled as he extended his hand and wrapped his fingers and thumb around her torso, lifting her down to the tip of his excited cock.

He followed her instructions carefully, lowering her down and pressing her lips against his urethra, which was slick with a warm coat of precum. Shayla gasped as she felt his body heat, and then she shut her eyes as he began to press down hard enough to start the penetration.

“Oh, fuck…!” She cried, breathing in through her teeth as her hands reached for her moderately large breasts, kneading them once she felt his crown sink slightly into her.

“Are you ok?” He asked, just to be certain.

“Yeah… just keep it up… nice… and… slow…” She cooed, prompting the boy to continue his business and slide her further onto his shaft.

Coye found great enjoyment in the sensation. Byng’s pussy was tighter than tight and seemed to fight against him at every turn, but Shayla’s wasn’t even built to accommodate his size in the first place. Each was thrilling in its own way, and although he would never fit the entire thing inside of Shayla, the sheer wrongness more than made up for everything else.

As Shayla glided up and down his warm, twitching manhood, her stomach bulged out as it always did. She was full with him and looking up, she could see that the boy enjoyed this immensely. He had an adorable expression on his feminine face. Coye was flushed. His mouth was slack, seemingly in heaven, all because of her little body.

There was no pressure to fuck Shayla with reckless abandon as his libido typically demanded of him. In fact, it seemed to her that he was enjoying himself even more than when he treated her roughly. Despite Coye having more lovers to choose from now, Shayla felt confident knowing he could lose himself to this degree, even because of her.

Still, she was a very needy girl. That wouldn’t change any time soon, and as Coye continued giving her the slow and careful sex that she desired, this neediness became known.

“Baby, I could really use some dirty talk right about now… you said you did it with Byng, right? It’s only fair…” Shayla whined up at him just as his cock plunged as far as it would reach within her narrow pussy. He could feel it constricting around his tip, punctuating her words with additional heights of ecstasy.

He looked into her desperate eyes, blushing even harder. Coye had only just attempted to talk dirty for the first time earlier that night, and while he found it embarrassing, he would be the first to admit that it felt good. Besides, he was supposed to be taking chances, and what better chance to take than one to make his beloved Pixie feel better than ever before?

“I guess that would be fair, yeah… um, what do you want me to say?” Coye asked, ready to serve as ever.

Shayla didn’t hesitate much at all, instantly jumping ahead and moaning, “Tell me how good my pussy feels, baby… tell me it feels just as good as theirs…”

Coye frowned at her request, nervous about comparing the girls he loved in such a way. Thus far, he didn’t have a preference between them and intended to keep it that way. He was equally attracted to Shayla, Suzette, and Byng. Also, having sex with each of them was a unique experience, and they all offered benefits over the other.

At the same time, Coye also knew that Shayla suffered from something of a minor inferiority complex on account of her size. Just like how he couldn’t stop himself from being intimidated by certain girls, she couldn’t prevent this part of herself from cropping up every now and then. He decided that for her sake, he owed it to her to indulge.

“Your pussy is so damn amazing, Shayla…” Coye moaned as he said it, making it sound even more true. “It’s so tight, so fucking tight… a-and it really turns me on when I see my cock stretching you wide enough that I can fit…”

“Fuck- ngh- r-really? Do you really mean it, baby?” Shayla gasped out loud, her open mouth gazing up at the sky as her jaw fell slack.

“Yeah, and I love that whenever I cum inside you, y-you get so stuffed that you look pregnant…” Coye shut his eyes tight, imagining her rounded form while knowing it wasn’t too far away from becoming a reality.

“Of course you do, you- mn… little f-fucking pervert…!” Shayla laughed as he started pumping into her with growing desperation, his words bringing lewder and lewder thoughts to the forefront of his dirty little mind. “Still, I guess that’s one thing I can do for you that nobody else can…” she giggled.

“You’re special to me, Shayla… even besides all the things you do that turn me on… I’m only a pervert because you made me this way…!”

She looked up at him with doubt in her eyes and a smirk on her face, teasing, “Eh, I dunno that… I’m pretty sure that you- ngh, fuck…! T-That you had it in you all along to become a little sex fiend, you just needed an excuse to break that part of you out once and for all…”

“Maybe, either way… thank you for being the one to give me that excuse…” Coye moaned deeper as his pleasure taxed his thoughts and rational mind. The intimate talk, combined with the sensual feel of her little body on his comparatively massive cock drove him to increase his speed and tempo despite promising to be gentle. “I’m so much happier because of you…!”

“Show me, then. Show me how happy I make you…!” Shayla urged him as she bit her lower lip, her singsong voice becoming a husky with her lust. “Go on and fill me up the way you love so much, baby!“

“Shayla…!”

“Do it!” She commanded, already on the verge of orgasm from feeling him tremble inside her.

Coye let out a deep grunt that echoed out into the dark campsite as he pushed his lover as far as was physically possible, his balls pulsating like the beat of a drum as he released a stream after stream of hot semen deep into the Pixie’s waiting womb. Just as he dreamed of, she became swollen as the deluge emptied into her until she could no longer hold it, where it then started pouring out of her stretched lips like a rushing stream.

Even as he came, the boy made Shayla even more overjoyed as he mumbled a series of incoherent yet heartfelt praises in rapid succession. “Shayla, I love your pussy…! Gods, I love it so muuuch…! So good… so… goooood!”

“Fuck, Coye!” Shayla ground her teeth together as her body seized over and over. The penetration and unending release of burning seed within sent her poor self into sensory overload, while all of the praise her lover heaped on her inflated her ego and calmed her doubts to great success.

Everything entwined with each other, heightening her ecstasy and leaving the Pixie an exhausted and twitching mess by the time his egregious ejaculation finally finished.

Coye sat there, groaning intermittently as he basked in the afterglow for several moments until he regained enough strength to slowly slide the girl off his satisfied cock. Her tightness put up a token resistance, not wanting to let go until it absolutely had to, and a loud popping sound came out as soon as she did.

Shayla whimpered on and off in between gasps for air and sat in Coye’s hand, recuperating. Once she felt better, she noticed he looked down at her with interest.

“Look at what you did to me, baby… that’s all you…” she teased, rubbing her swollen stomach down to her pussy which even now was leaking a steady trickle of his semen.

Coye gulped, his eyes almost bulging as he admired his work.

“What a weird fetish you have,” Shayla sighed, giving the boy a while to appreciate her bloated figure before snapping her fingers and doing whatever she did with the semen that returned her body to its normal, thin state. “Could be worse, I guess. Enjoying the sight of a pregnant woman is probably a whole lot more normal than getting off on tomboy stank.”

“When are you going to let that go? I-I don’t get off on-“

Shayla gave him an incredulous look, full of so much sass that it forced him to sigh and realize this was not a hill worth dying on.

She laughed at him, but her expression became more serious as she sat up. She looked up into his eyes with a red face, covering her breasts with her arms in a way that made her look meek.

“Hey, baby…? I’m just making sure, but… you actually meant all those things you said to me, right? It wasn’t just dirty talk, and you weren’t just trying to make me feel better?”

“Course not,” Coye countered sternly. “I was telling the truth. You know how bad I am at lying. Do you think I could really pull one over on you?”

The girl was quiet for a few moments, but soon a wide smile graced her face and overtook the last lingering sentiments of doubt and anxiety.

“Yeah, I suppose you got me there…” Shayla laughed, stretching out her body as she let out a deep yawn. “Man, I feel really great right now! Since you were so gentle with me, it didn’t hurt at all this time. It could be that my body is getting used to yours, too.”

“That would be great if it’s true. Either way, I’m happy that you’re happy.” Coye sighed with contentment, and then he looked back towards the tent. “I’ve been gone for a while now. I should really get back before Byng wakes up and starts wondering where I am.”

“I doubt that would happen,” Shayla shrugged. “Something tells me that girl could sleep through anything…”

“Yeah, about that…” Coye looked at her until it was apparent there was something he wanted to ask. She tilted her head, eventually caving in and signaling for him to get on with it. “I was just, um… wondering if it was possible you could do something about how Byng snores with your magic?”

Shayla started to laugh at his request, and as she snapped her fingers and summoned back her silky nightgown she asked, “Trouble in paradise?”

“She sounds like a dying dragon…” Coye looked away and scratched his head, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, I was already planning on clearing that up. Why did you think I woke up in the first place?” She giggled, much to his relief. “Go on back and check that she’s still asleep before I go sneaking in, ok?”

“Alright,” Coye smiled, and as he approached the tent, he was met with the telltale signs of thunderous snoring becoming increasingly louder and louder. He looked over his shoulder at Shayla, nodding grimly, and together, they re-entered Byng’s tent.

Once she was within range, Shayla snapped her fingers, and Byng’s nose started to glow brightly for only a split second. It caused her to sneeze, but otherwise, it didn’t stir her, and it only took a few moments to realize that the magic had worked. Both of them felt wonderful as silence washed over the tent.

Coye then resumed his role as Byng’s big spoon, joining her in her new position in the bed. She shifted about and grumbled in her sleep while he wrapped his arm around her, but at least she wasn’t snoring anymore. Before committing himself fully to rest, he looked over to see that Shayla was opening up a pouch to sleep in, and he waved at her to say good night.

In return, she smiled softly and blew him a kiss. ‘Night, baby. Good work today. I’m proud of you.’

This faint praise made Coye feel warm inside as he snuggled up to his newest lover and drifted off to slumber for the second time that night. Both Byng and Shayla were thoroughly satisfied sexually and emotionally, so the boy had more than enough reason to feel good about himself as he dozed.