Fairy Part 5

There was one particular reason why Shayla was so eager to skip straight to the consummation part of her new partnership with Coye. Of the few fairies who lived in the Gnarled Woods, most of them were pixies like herself. Worse, they were the sort of pixies that parents told stories to their children of, hoping it would scare them from never wandering off the beaten path.

She wanted to have fun and cause mischief as much as the next member of her species, but not to the extent that she was willing to hurt the innocent folk who wandered into the forest. That was the line in the sand for her, a line that the others had no reservations crossing.

It had been many years since Shayla made the conscious decision to separate from her kin. Until now, she had been alone. It was an extended period, part of which was her formative sexual years. It must be said that Pixies have a near unending libido, the force of which rivals that of a creature many times their size.

While it wasn’t a lie that she desired safety and a life of adventure, sorting out this uncompromising lust Shayla bore was just as big of a contributing factor for leaving the forest as the others. She didn’t outright say it, having conveniently left it out of their negotiations, but Coye was for better or worse Shayla’s chosen mate from this moment onwards.

It was time for him to learn that fact firsthand. Now naked before the boy, Shayla was letting her body do the talking, and the words it spoke were loud and enticing. Her curves shouted 'take me', her breasts begged 'touch me', and her loins pleaded words Coye had never even heard.

"What’s the matter?" She cooed. “Cat got your tongue?” Adoring the attention, she batted her eyelashes as her hands traced up past her belly to squeeze the round globes of her chest.

Coye was having trouble speaking, and Shayla couldn't resist the urge to make it harder for him. Being kind and supportive for three hours straight was not an easy task for a pixie, and she yearned to make up for it by teasing her new favorite toy.

"Y-You... you really want to do this right here? Right now?" Coye questioned, a nervous lilt in his soft voice.

“Hey, I told you I was gonna make sure you got better at handling girls, didn’t I?” Shayla smirked as she spun around in the air for him, showing off her round butt. “This is step one, so let’s get a move on!”

Shayla’s hormones and desire for sex were so out of control that the idea of giving him time for the dust to settle was unfathomable. Her body demanded satisfaction, and it was all she could do to keep herself from acting like a desperate whore.

“How would this- I mean, you’re so small, and I’m... how would it even...” The logistics didn’t make a lick of sense. Even a dullard like Coye knew that his thing wouldn’t fit inside a girl of Shayla’s size.

Shayla seemed to know something he didn’t. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “Wanna find out?”

After an internal struggle against his anxiety, Coye eventually found it in him to nod his head up and down. This was his one and only chance to get over his inexperience when it came to the opposite sex, and he refused to squander it.

“Atta boy!” Shayla beamed, happy to see him so agreeable. “Don’t worry about it too much. It’ll feel good, but obviously, you won’t be able to fit the whole thing.”

“I kind of figured...” Coye gulped, sweating at the idea of even a single inch of himself sinking into her. “Still,”

The naked pixie shrugged. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand his apprehension, but a particular fact bared repeating. “You know that I’m a spirit, right? My body is mostly made of mana and not constrained by dumb human crap like ‘physics’ or ‘logic’.”

Coye tilted his head like an abandoned puppy dog, telling Shayla that her explanation left him far behind. She put it in the simplest terms she could think of for him. “Fairies are very stretchy when they want to be.”

“Oh.” Coye blushed. That was that, then. If Shayla said it could be done, he saw little point in questioning things further. At least, that’s what he thought at first. But one further question did come to mind. “But if you’re so magic, why can’t you just make yourself bigger?”

Shayla frowned, his question hitting a nerve. “Because I’m just a normal, run-of-the-mill pixie. Changing my overall size is way beyond what I’m capable of. I can do stuff like healing and support magic, and I can use some minor jinxes and cantrip-y bullshit to pull off epic pranks, but straight-up growing anywhere close as big as you? I’d need, like, so, sooooo much more mana than my body has in it of to pull that off...”

Coye opened his mouth, only for Shayla to cut him off. “No, I can’t shrink you, either.” Coye closed his mouth.

Now he’d done it. Coye upset his new partner thanks to one of his stupid questions. He felt the sting of regret pierce his heart like a burning arrow. “I’m sorry, I- um, I didn’t mean to-”

Like it never happened, the busty pixie laughed and then smiled with sugary optimism, dismissing his concerns. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Before Coye could stumble his way through another sentence with reddened cheeks, Shayla settled him down with a wave of her hand. “Chill, big guy, you’re good. I’m only upset because I wish I was strong enough to make things extra special for you, but hey, anything could happen if I tag along. Who knows! Maybe I’ll get stronger, and we’ll get there someday?”

“I’d... I’d like that, Shayla.” His smile was pure- so sweet and innocent that it almost burned the wickedness out of the pixie’s soul just by being graced enough to witness the act. As if she didn’t already know she wanted to make this boy her own, this cute display served as the greatest reminder Shayla could’ve asked for.

It just wasn’t fair.

She flew toward him with grace, stopping to hover right between his eyes. Shayla was ready to ramp things up and start the foreplay leading into their inevitable coupling. To begin, she pressed her large breasts up against his nose. Right away, a warm burst of joy shot through her where they were connected.

Coye felt this sensation, too, as it was his first touch of a woman’s naked body. His pulse raced, his underwear threatening to burst at the seams. His reactions stirred the desire for mischief within the pixie, a sly grin spreading across her face.

“How do you wanna start things off? I’ll do anything you want me to, anything.” Her words were spoken sensually and washed over him like a comforting blanket. She started tracing small circles around his cheek with the tip of her finger.

“Oh, um, I-I don’t know...” Coye shuddered at her touch, but internally he shut down. He hardly knew the first thing about sex, beyond what he overheard from rowdy Guild members. Giving him carte blanche was pointless; he didn’t know what to do with it.

Shayla figured as much, patting him on his cheek. “No worries, I’ll take the lead. Any objections?”

Coye shook his head and gave consent, allowing the girl to do as she wished. She imagined that if things escalated right before his eyes, he would be inspired and become more confident. Thus, Shayla began to tease herself first and foremost.

She saddled his nose, wasting no time by sliding her hips up and down the length. The rigid cartilage parted her lower lips as she grinded away against him, her wetness dripping like little dewdrops.

“Mmm,” she whimpered at this first touch of pleasure. "Can you feel how wet I am?" Shayla asked, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Yeah," Coye told her as his breathing increased in pace. It was surreal to watch as this naked girl rubbed herself off using his nose of all things, but it didn't take long for him to work past it and enjoy the spectacle.

Shayla hit a good spot, her clit scraping him hard enough to send crashing waves against Coye. She hugged herself tighter to him, her breasts squishing around the bridge of his nose. They were so close and so soft, and that’s not even getting into how sweet Shayla smelled.

His temptations were beginning to overcome his anxiety, but he needed direction. He watched Shayla without aim but with more blood flowing to his dick by the second.

“What are you waiting for?” The pixie teased, pointing to his underwear. “I shouldn’t be the only one enjoying this. Take those off.”

“A-And then what?” He imagined himself naked before her and was both elated and afraid of the idea.

“Jack off, duh.” It was a simple enough statement, but it filled her with worry. “Oh no. You’re doing it again.”

“Um... doing what?”

“You’re making that not-quite-at-home puppy dog face again, which means you got no idea what I’m talking about. Have you seriously never jacked it before?” Shayla’s eyes widened as she came to know the full extent of his innocence.

Coye shook his head, feeling his shame winning out over his excitement.

“Well, no wonder you’re so sexually confused... fuck, dude.” Shayla groaned. She felt frustration and pity for him, yet she was glad above all else that she’d get to be the one to give the boy the attention he so desperately needed. “Just take ‘em off, grab your dick, and rub. Easy as that.”

“Oh... ok...” Coye’s obedience overpowered even his shame, and at Shayla’s command, he stripped himself of the last article of clothing. Unable to resist a look, what Shayla found caused her to stop her grinding and drop her jaw.

“Fuck, that thing’s almost bigger than I am!”

She was close, as Coye’s erect penis was just short of seven and a half inches versus her eight inches. It was sturdy and of decent thickness, but there was a vigor to it and a twitchy eagerness that personified his unfulfilled boyish needs.

Seeing Shayla’s impressed reaction gave him an unexpected burst of confidence, enough for him to ask, “Do you like it...?”

“See for yourself,” She laughed, grinding her lower lips on his nose even harder and faster than before. Coye could tell how much she enjoyed the sight of his cock. Her wetness was even more pronounced as wet noises echoed between her legs.

Following Shayla’s advice, he reached down to his naked loins, taking his manhood in his hand. “What do I do now?”

There was a youthful innocence to his voice, making Shayla quiver with momentary joy. Her voice peaked with ecstasy as she answered, “Mmnn... rub it, big guy... rub it up and down, niiice and slooow for me...”

Coye grasped the hilt, intent on pleasuring himself for the first time. As he began to pump it, he found that it wasn’t scary so much as it was fun.

“This feels... so nice...” he whimpered.

“Not as nice as- mn- everything else we’re gonna do, cutie...”

That this was only the beginning and that it couldn’t compare to the sensations yet to come excited him. His handling may have been awkward, but Coye built himself up to a steady rhythm while watching the pixie reach an ecstasy of her own. There was no way he’d be able to cum anytime soon with these awkward fumblings, though.

Shayla was not having the same problem.

“Oh, fuuuuck...! I’m almost there,” she whined, and he felt her fingernails dig into his skin.

“Almost... w-where?”

Even as she approached bliss, Shayla found the time to shake her head back and forth. She chuckled from disbelief. “I’m about to cum... oh, I’ve got an idea...!” She stopped, and Coye did the same as he waited for her.

“Hold out your palm for me,” leaning in and giving the bridge of his nose a kiss that sent magic running through his veins, Shayla flew with haste to the platform he created for her with his hand.

She sat down and laid her spine against him. Once comfortable, she spread wide her legs for Coye’s viewing pleasure. He zeroed in on the wet slit lying in wait. Seeing it brought out thirst in him comparable to the Gnarled Woods' hunger.

Shayla ravished the attention his gaze gave her, and as she looked into his eyes, she saw herself reflected in those bright blue orbs. She thought that she looked like a slut, and loved the visual. Her hand traveled past her tummy, drawing it out to get an even more considerable rise out of Coye.

“When I say I’m almost there, I’m talking about cumming.” As her finger penetrated her pussy, she pulled out a long, sparkling strand of her juices.

His eyes were wide, watching enraptured. “C-Cumming?”

“I get that you’ve never done this before, but have you ever had a really naughty dream and-”

He looked away from the pixie, shame rising. “And sticky white stuff was there in the morning...?”

Shayla sensed a story there, and it curled her lips into a smug grin. “Exactly.”

“It, um, happened to me a couple of times when I was a kid, and then... it started happening again a lot over the last two years.” He blushed, recalling some of the dreams in question and how confusing they were to him. He had trouble looking Miss Whittle in the face for a week the last time it happened, to say nothing about Britni and the rest.

“You’re gonna have to tell me all about those dreams of yours sometime, but right now, all you gotta do is touch me! Are you ready for that?” Shayla winked, then ran her fingers along her pussy from the outside, stirring the flesh and working up her sensitivity.

“And that’ll make you… cum?”

“If you do it right.”

This was it. Coye had a naked girl quite literally in the palm of his hand, and she was asking for his attention. No amount of hesitation could hold him back at this point. Not anymore. He would become better with women no matter the cost, and now was his time to shine.

He extended his index finger and aimed it between Shayla’s legs. “I’m going to touch you now, ok...?”

“Don’t ask permission,” she groaned. “It’s a big turn-off, so just do it.”

That was all the motivation Coye needed to take the first step forward. He inched closer until he could feel the warmth radiating from her flesh. His finger made contact, touching her entire pubic mound at once.

Excitement exploded inside Shayla. Her eyes glowed more intense than before, her jaw slacking. “Holy fuck-”

Coye felt concerned for the pixie, but she hadn’t told him to stop. He understood that second-guessing himself would only upset her, so he shook it off.

His mind was enraptured by the pure, silky skin under his finger. Shayla’s tiny mound was the softest thing he’d ever felt, and the way she squirmed beneath his touch was new and thrilling. It made him want to experiment, to test the waters however he could.

After seeing what playing with Shayla's pussy did to her, Coye decided to attack from yet another angle. Using the thumb of the hand she rested on, he brushed against the pixie's naked tummy and up to her breasts.

"Ooooh, that’s nice... looks like you're getting the hang of things, huh?"

"Maybe," he smiled down at the girl in his hand. "This is fun." Coye then amused himself by kneading her cherry-sized tit back and forth, her pink, pointy nipple scraping against him even despite her size.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice growing heavier with need. "Fuck, fuuuuck!"

Ravishing her pussy with one finger and her right tit in the other, Coye brought Shayla to heights she had never before reached. The things he did to her were beyond everything in her fantasies. As she came against him like a flood, she felt the sweet relief only a lover could bring.

Yet, Coye almost ruined it. He ceased as Shayla’s screams grew louder, fearing for her delicate and squishy life. Irked, the pixie shouted, “I said don’t stop!” to put him in his place.

“R-Right!” He doubled back down, massaging her to the end of her climax. Shayla was little more than a melty puddle in his hand by the time he was done.

“Gods... holy- wow... I... I can’t even... ha... hahaha!” Shayla laughed between sucking down large gasps of air.

“What’s so funny?” Coye was confused, wondering if laughing after orgasm was just part of the ordeal. It didn’t matter; he was just happy to see the naked fairy had a good time.

“Was just... mn... thinking about how I’ll never be able to go back to using random mushrooms off of the forest floor ever again after tonight.”

“Mushrooms?”

“A girl has needs, y’know.” She winked, but Coye didn’t pick up what she was putting down. “Eh, don’t worry about it. You ready for the main course?”

Although he nodded, it wasn’t confident enough for Shayla’s liking. She wanted him to be ready for the real deal from the bottom of his heart, so she proposed a better idea.

“I could do something nice for you instead and give you a little payback?” Shayla suggested. She didn’t mind how hesitant Coye felt, as it gave the pixie a wicked feeling. It made her feel like she was corrupting him, and she loved it.

Coye was glad that Shayla could see through him without much effort. He felt like he was walking a tightrope, and having her little hands guide him was all he could’ve asked for. “That would be nice.”

“Nice! You’re gonna love this, I promise. Lay down for me, big guy.”

He reclined as commanded, and the pillows he rested his head on gave him a good view of the action that was about to unfold. Right as he settled, the pixie dived and settled on the backside of Coye’s decently-sized dick. Another cute noise came out of him as she smirked and hugged his meaty pole with both her arms.

“Girls are gonna like you even more than they already do once they get a load of this,” Shayla sighed with satisfaction, wrapping her legs around his base.

“Really?” He looked away, embarrassed. “B-But, I’ve always been so nervous about it...”

“I think it’s pretty big, but it’s not monstrously so, y’know? It’s in that dangerous zone that comes after ‘just right’, and it doesn’t match how cute you are.” Coye made a weak grumbling noise at that comment, causing Shayla to course correct. “No, I mean that in a good way! The contrast between your cuteness and your big dick will make girls go crazy.”

“How can you be so sure?” He forced himself to look back at her, although a frazzled frown remained on his face.

“You’ll see for yourself as soon as I can get you in bed with someone your own size.” Shayla teased before nuzzling the side of her face against Coye’s red cockhead.

The entire thing trembled under her grip, his heartbeat pounding between her legs and breasts. Shayla didn’t even have a chance. Being in direct contact with something so hot, warm, and hard made her desire explode a hundred times over, and she wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“A-Ahh...!” Coye whimpered, clutching onto the sheets at Shayla’s slightest touch. It wasn’t this pleasurable when he touched himself earlier, yet now he was arching his back and making noises like a woman.

“Woah,” Shayla’s eyes lit up like diamonds as soon as she realized. “Someone sure is sensitive, huh?”

“That’s... not my... fau-AH!” She interrupted his bashful argument to thrust her entire body against the underside of his dick. Her warm slit brushed against him, leaking a trail of her love along the way.

Coye saw the look of mischief in her glowing, pink-and-blue eyes. She sent his head crashing back into the pillows by running her delicate hands along a throbbing vein, squeezing it tight until reaching the rim of his tip. “C’mon, cutie. Make more cute noises for me!” Shayla taunted him, then brought both hands to her face.

She spat onto them, and her saliva glittered with magic as she spread it around. With added slickness, Shayla began to literally polish Coye’s twitching member. She hit it with him hard and fast, grinning like a madwoman as she worked up a feverish pace.

“HAAAHN! S-stop, STOP!” Coye cried as he bucked his hips without any control over himself. If it weren’t for the tight grip of her legs, the speed and ferocity of his pelvic outbursts would’ve sent Shayla flying.

Much to his surprise, Shayla acquiesced a little too easily. “Kay.” She stopped her high-speed, oiled-up massage and replaced it with a slow and gentle rhythm that soothed him.

“Ahhh...” His head rested, relief spreading throughout him. “That’s much better... I, mmn... wow...” He muttered, gibberish being all he could say amid these new sensations.

It wasn’t long until he had let his guard down completely, which is when Shayla went right back to what she was doing. She laughed at him as he squirmed, her slippery hands a blur as she ran them all over every last bit of his tip.

“Noooo! I said stop...!!” His whimpering heightened, and Shayla licked her lips.

“But I did stop! Not my fault you didn’t specify for how long. Besides, you could stop me any time you wanted to,” she reminded him. “I’m just a little ol’ pixie. You could swat me like a fly.”

Coye did not call her bluff because Shayla was correct. He enjoyed being teased, even if he couldn’t openly admit so. “Gods, so cute...” she kissed his sensitive frenulum, causing a massive throb. “So cute...” She humped his cock harder. “Cute!!”

“S-Shayla...! I think I’m... nnngh...!” He was on the verge of climax, giving the pixie another wonderful opportunity to mess with him. She stopped yet again, this time not even able to hide the sadistic smile on her face.

“There you go, big guy.”

He raised his head off the pillow, and Shayla couldn’t believe it. He was actually crying embarrassed, confused tears as he bit his lower lip. “W-Why did you stop?!”

“Uh, because you told me to, dummy?” She held back laughing at his sexual frustration.

“That's... um... n-no...” Coye was like a mouse staring down an oncoming falcon. He was vacant, confused, scared, and unaware of his surroundings. Everything in this moment was new to him. He wanted more but couldn’t even form a proper sentence to ask for it.

“Coye, c’mon baby. If you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you. This is for your own good.” Even her sadism had an agenda, he realized. She really did want him to grow more confident.

He shut his eyes, more adorable tears streaming down his red cheeks. “I-I want...”

“Yes? What do you want?” She whispered, running her foot down his cock to brush against his balls.

“I wanna... nnn-” Coye whimpered.

“You’re so close, cutie, in more ways than one! You can do this!”

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves before taking the plunge. Coye looked into her eyes and shamelessly begged, “I want you to make me c-cum! Please! I need it so bad, more than I’ve ever needed anything!!”

“Good boy.” The pixie approved of how far her boy had fallen and rewarded him as was proper. Not only did she resume her humping and her massage, but she also started making out with Coye’s frenulum as wet and sloppily as she could. Her little tongue lapped at him like a puppy, again and again, while she mixed in sucking and kissing it, too.

Everything that happened next was a blur. Coye grabbed the sheets of his mattress. His cock was throbbing, and it was warm. His balls receded, he shut his eyes as his vision blackened, and not for a single second did Shayla neglect to pleasure him.

His mind, and his load, were thoroughly blown.

“SHAYLA!” He cried.

The pixie watched as he let out an immense stream of his vigorous semen all over his abs. She did her absolute best to coax everything out by squeezing, kissing, stroking, and humping his spasming cock, all while she worked through a second orgasm of her own. Neither of them was sure how long this lasted, but it was so intense that it may as well have been damn near over an hour.

“Holy shit,” Shayla sighed, resting against his half-spent penis. “You weren’t kidding. You really have never jacked off before, huh? Man, you were backed up.”

Coye was silent, and when he spoke at last, it wasn’t what Shayla expected to hear. “More...” he whimpered, almost soft enough that she didn’t hear it.

“Huh?” Looking up, she saw her boy looking at her with an expression that made him appear like a drunkard. Or an addict.

“I-I want more.” He said, his eyes filled with conviction, certainty, and shame. It was everything Shayla was hoping for and then some.

He was ready for the real deal now.