Wizard and Fairy (complete)

    For a while now, I have been dealing with a pest control problem. It is usual for wizards like myself to deal with such issues, but this one seems to be causing me more grief than others. My potions and brews have always attracted fairies, but it is easy to keep them at bay. The usual spells and deterrents have always worked for me, but there is one fairy who is able to bypass them all. Her name is Myrlie, or so she told me.

    She is a small thing, much smaller than most fairies are. She’s a delicate thing with an hourglass shape and shimmery, stained glass-like wings. Her eyes are wide and silvery lavender. She reminds me of the time I took a dragonfly and combined it with a butterfly. She had that sort of effect to her. Well, despite her rather small size she was able to ignore the incense I always kept out to keep fairies away.

    She stays in my shop, eating my food and flitting about me while I try to work. And while I’ll admit, up close she is pretty cute, she is an annoyance I would enjoy to do without. Hell, she’s even started referring to this as her home as well. I don’t like this sort of possessiveness. I need to devise of a way to scare her off rather than try to deflect her.

    I got myself a cat, but the dumb thing only fell for Myrile. It curls up with her and now serves as her bed. The creature likes when she scratches its ears and follows her around like it is in love. Now, I have two pests to deal with.

    Back when I was in the mountains, I rarely ever dealt with fairies, now that I am in the valleys and closer to the woods, they’re most problematic. It makes me long for the days on the mountain, even if I had a straw mattress, fleas, and it was always leaking and no matter how intense the fire was it was always cold. Crap, I’m letting this fairy get to me.

    “Master Roland.” I raise my head from my book, looking over to see Myrlie floating before me, her wings fluttering faster than a hummingbird. “Master Roland, you fell asleep.” 

    I look down at my book, seeing a large wet stain from drool there. “Oh crap,” I groan and rub my eyes.

    “Are you ok?” Myrlie asks, following me as I go to pour myself a cup of water.

    “I’m fine,” I grunt.

    She floats towards me and places her tiny hand on my forehead. “Perhaps you should go to bed early tonight. Pollen season is upon us, and people are easily affected by it.”

    I wave my hand, shooing her away from me. “I am fine,” I scoff. I go back to my book and find the cat has made himself at home on it. “Oh, really?” I scoop the cat up despite their mewling complaints and set them on the ground.

    The cat then circles around me as I continue to try and read. It meows and swats at me, even at one point attacking my shoe.

    “I can’t get anything done around here!” I snap as I pick the cat up and set it outside.

    “Be careful with her,” Myrlie scolds me.

    I glare at her, and she flinches. “You too!” I point a finger at her. “Why don’t you ever leave? Why are you always flapping around my face?”

    “Master Roland-” she squeaks.

    “I’m a scholar, and this is my workshop not a house for freeloading fae!” I huff and throw my hands into the air. 

Myrlie sniffles and hangs her head.

“Don’t do that,” I scoff.

She hiccups and rubs at her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Master Roland.”

“Great,” I frown. “Don’t make me feel guilty!”

She whimpers and sobs. “I’m not trying to!”

I hold my hand out and let her fall into my palm. “I’m trying to work here, Myrlie,” I tap the top of her head. “This isn’t a place of play.”

“I know,” she rubs at her eyes. “You just seemed so lonely. I only wanted to give you company.” She looks up at me with those big eyes of hers. “Am I really annoying you, Master Roland?”

I sigh, and my shoulders slouch. “Sometimes.”

Big, fat tears stream down her cheeks. “Oh,” she whimpers.

“I’ve dealt with worse,” I admit. “The rams used to be a big issue for me back when I was on the mountain. They actually destroyed things.” I smile softly at Myrlie. “You’re not so bad in comparison.”

She smiles back at me, using the hem of her dress to wipe her eyes. “I am sorry.” She beams up at me. “I’ll try harder not to bother you while you work, Master Roland.”

“I’d appreciate it.” I sigh.

She flutters her wings and flies up. She places a small kiss on my lips and then shoots away from me, disappearing behind the pots and pans on the top shelf. I suppose I should be shocked, I am a little bit. I touch my lip where she kissed, and I look to where she’s hiding. I go back to work, letting the cat in when its screams become too loud.

That evening I am relaxing by the fire, enjoying a cup of brandy while I read. I know I read all day, but that’s different. I don’t have to translate or do enchantments while I read this book. A friend had sent it to me, promising me I could enjoy every single page. It was a surprise, considering this friend was not known for his reading comprehension. The book was ok, nothing I would have picked up myself. It wasn’t until a few pages in I realized why my friend liked it. The images inside were pornographic, and the writing soon turned to erotic exploits most creative. I have to admit, even I was intrigued. 

I glance over, seeing Myrlie asleep with the cat. I rise from my seat and go to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I undress and lay down in bed. I read further into the book, growing hard with each passing page. The illustrations were a marvel of their own. I notice that one of the women in the book has a shape very similar to Myrlie’s. Suddenly, in my mind, I can hear the sweet moanings of; “Master Roland. Master Roland please!” 

I start to touch myself, stroking my cock slowly until I hear a scream from outside. It is followed by the sounds of glass breaking and things falling over. I throw on a robe and dash out, seeing my work area has been completely knocked over. 

“Fucking cat,” I snarl under my breath and storm over to the desk. It is then I see someone is sitting there in the mess.

“It hurts,” she sniffles, clutching her sides. “Master Roland it hurts.”

I stare down at her, her lavender skin is shimmery, and her wings are tucked around herself. She looks up at me, her hair falling before her wide eyes. “Master Roland,” she cries.

I furrow my brow. “Myrlie?” I reach down, picking her up and carrying her to my chair. I set her down in it, but she clings to me, holding me.

“I thought it was your brandy!” She cries. “I only wanted a sip.”

I keep my arms around her. “It’s ok, it’s ok.”

“My whole body hurts!” She wails.

“I know.” I manage to pull myself away from her so I can look at her. She’s more human size now, although still very short. I would guess she’s maybe five feet tall or shorter, probably shorter. 

“What did you drink?” I ask her.

“There was a glass on your desk. It looked like brandy, but it tasted like paint thinner,” she rubs her eyes and sniffles.

I sigh and shake my head. “That was part of the draft I was making for Lord Arto for his...problem.” I dare not tell her she just drank a half-finished potion for erectile dysfunction. “It was supposed to sit out all evening to get to full potency.”

“It wasn’t?” She blurts at me.

I chuckle and pet her hair. “Calm down. I know you’re scared.”

She looks down and then covers herself. “Master Roland I’m naked.”

I wanted to ask what was wrong with that but I quickly grab a blanket to throw over her. “Nothing wrong with some skin,” I say and clear my throat. 

She clings to the blanket around herself and looks up at me. “What are we going to do?” She whimpers.

I sigh. “I’m not sure. It could take me awhile to get you back to normal size, Myrlie.” I look back at her. “Don’t the green fairies have some sort of way of growing and shrinking?”

“It doesn’t work on my kind,” Myrlie sniffles. “The green fairies are the ones who always fornicate with humans.”

I hold my tongue. “Well then, this could be a while until we get you back to size.” I pick her up again. “You probably want to sleep after this ordeal.”

She puts her arms around me, and as I lay her in bed, she pulls me down with her. “Stay with me, Master Roland?” She mewls. “I’m scared.”

Only moments ago I had been trying to jerk off, imagining her of all people. “You’ll be ok, Myrlie,” I assure her. “You should get some sleep.”

She hugs me tight. “Please?”

I huff, giving into her mewling and laying down beside her. She curls up to me, sniffling as she falls asleep. I hold her, falling asleep as well.

In the morning I wake up, feeling something warm and soft pressed to my front. I look down, seeing Myrlie’s ample ass rubbing to my lower abdomen. Not good. I’m already rock hard, and there is no way she won’t feel that when she wakes up. I try to move away, but she has me pinned to the wall. I’m trapped.

I place my hand on her hip in hopes of moving her without waking her. She scoots closer to me, and the blanket falls away from her breasts. They’re big and beautiful, and I am losing my mind.

“Mm,” she moans in her sleep and her lips part.

I’m going to die here, I just know it.

“You’re big,” she moans.

I hold my breath.

She turns and looks at me. “Your dick is huge, Master Roland.”

“Myrlie,” I try to talk but my voice cracks.

She rubs her ass against me more. “Does that feel good?”

“Myrlie, you should stop!” I grab her hips, and she gasps in pleasure. 

    “Mm,” she giggles and sighs. “I’ve always wanted you to touch me, Master Roland.” She glances back at me, her expression sweet and rosy. “I’ve admired you for so long. I love you.”

    I bite my lip. Of course, she confesses to me.

    She takes my hand, guiding it to her amazing breast. She makes me squeeze and grope her, all the while she makes the sweetest sounds imaginable.

    “Myrlie, we should stop,” I say this as I rut to her ass, unable to stop the motion of my hips.

    “But it feels good right?” She giggles. “Don’t you like touching me?”

    “I do but-” I groan and strain, releasing on her rear and back.

    She gasps and rolls onto her stomach. “Did you cum, Master Roland?” She smirks at me. “I’m glad.”

    I huff and puff, gazing at her cum smeared ass. It’s a lovely vision, just not one I was prepared for.

    “Do you mind cleaning me up?” She asks. “You made a huge mess didn’t you, Master Roland?” She giggles.

    I grunt and reach for a cloth, wiping her down. She then sits up and stretches. “Good morning!” She touches my cheek, kissing me softly. “What’s for breakfast?”

    “You’re awful demanding,” I grunt.

    She then pouts. “Hey, I went through something pretty traumatic last night. I’m famished.” She then touches my cock, and I flinch. “You came on my ass instead of my tongue after all.”

    “Myrlie, holy shit!” I pant.

    She laughs and kisses my cheek. “Later then.” She stands up, claiming one of my robes for herself so she can be dressed. As she stands up, I can say for sure she’s under five feet tall. She’s tiny but plump and curvy. Her breasts and ass taking up the most real estate on her figure. She looks like a sweet dumpling I wouldn’t mind eating. This is when I realize I am in deep, deep, deep trouble.

    I make breakfast for us, realizing how low on groceries I am to feed two people now. Myrlie also needs clothes if she’s going to be staying with me until I can find a way to fix her. I have a feeling she wouldn’t mind walking around butt naked, but I would mind. I would mind a lot. I would never get work done if I had to gaze at those big, beautiful tits all day.

    “Stay here,” I tell her after I feed her breakfast.

    “Oh?” She follows me to the door. “Where are you going?”

    I look down at her, and my heart starts to hammer. Was she always this cute? “I’m going shopping.”

    “Do you want me to clean up while you’re gone?” She asks. 

    “Uh-” I’m actually surprised. “Yeah, if you want to.”

    She beams at me. “Ok then! Be safe in town.” She tugs me down and kisses me.

    Is this what having a wife is like? I go into town, shopping for food and things to put into storage. I’m not entirely sure how to shop for women’s clothing though. I am not sure of Myrlie’s size or what her measurements are. The best I can do is buy a few shapeless tunics and dresses so she’ll have clothing. I could always bring her in to pick things out for herself. 

    When I get back home, I am shocked to see my place is spotless. It had always been rather dusty and full of cobwebs, but now it looked like a whole new place. The mess and broken glass from last night are all gone, and the floor is even mopped.

    Myrlie is standing over the fire, mixing something in a pot. She turns and smiles at me, her face is dirty, but she looks so cute.

    “Welcome back!” She steps off the stool and comes towards me. “What do you think?”

    “You must be exhausted,” I say. 

    She smiles at me. “Did you get everything you need shopping?”

    I nod, setting my holding bag on the counter and taking out everything I got. I then hand her the dresses I got her.

    “So you won’t be naked.”

    She takes the dresses and hugs them close. “Thank you! You’re so kind!” She sets the dresses down and tugs at me until I stoop over. She kisses me and this time I kiss her back. She moans softly and licks my lips. I open my mouth and suck on her tongue. She mewls and sighs, watching me with a lusty gaze as I stand up.

    “You’re good at that,” she touches her lips.

    I clear my throat. “Yes well, I should put these groceries up.”

    She giggles and takes her dresses. “I’ll go try these on.”

    “You should get a bath first,” I tell her. “You worked so hard, you should be clean when you try your new stuff on.”

    She turns and smirks at me. “If you feel like it, join me.”

    My knees nearly give out. She’s going to eat me alive, I just know it. I try to put the food away slowly, hoping she will be out of the tub by the time I’m done. No such luck. I go to the bathroom and peek in, seeing her sitting in the tub. I step inside, and she smiles at me.

    “Did you come to join me?” She tilts her head to the side.

    My face is burning so I know it must be bright red right now. “I was just making sure you were ok.”

    “I’ll be out in a moment,” she says. “I just like relaxing in this nice water.”

    I nod and clear my throat. “If you need me, just say something.” I step out of the bathroom, pleased with myself that I didn’t jump into the water with her right away. I go to my desk, intent on studying and finding a way to turn her back to her original size.

    Myrlie comes up beside me, freshly washed and wearing one of the dresses I bought for her. “Are you hungry?” She asks. “I made stew while you were out.”

    “Is that what that is?” I ask. “Yeah, I’ll have a bowl.”

    I follow her into the kitchen, and she steps up on the stool to ladle me my bowl. Inside there is a thick, hearty broth and big chunks of vegetables. It tastes fantastic, I haven’t had such a good meal since I was a young boy.

    “After this, I’d like to thank you properly for taking care of me.” Myrlie smiles sweetly at me. 

    “What do you mean?” I’m too busy eating her stew to realize her double entendre. 

    “I mean,” she then giggles and blushes. “I’d love to do whatever you wanted of me, Master Roland.” She then unbuttons her dress and exposes her breasts to me. I nearly choke on my food as I look at her. 

    “Myrlie!” I gasp once I’m done coughing.

    She pouts and pushes her breasts together, making them look more delectable than the stew she made. “I want you, Master Roland. I won’t just be pleasing you.”

    I sigh and swallow my heart down my throat. “Myrlie,” I murmur.

    “Ever since this morning, I realized I don’t have to hide my feelings for you anymore. With this body, I can do everything I want with you.” She blushes and looks away. “I know it’s forward, master Roland but I’ve longed for you for so long. This morning I felt so happy. This body will allow me to show you the depth of my feelings for you.”

    “You don’t need to use your body to show me that,” I sigh. “You could have confessed your feelings to me when you were a fairy.”

    She pouts at me. “But nothing could have happened. I was too small. I could never hold you or kiss you the way I wanted.”

    I smile at her and kiss her, pulling her into my lap. “Are you saying you want to stay this size?”

    She presses her breasts against my chest. “Only if you like it.”

    I chuckle and kiss her again, running my fingers through her gossamer hair. “You’re very cute, I’ll give you that.” I pick her up, and she squeals, kicking her little legs as I carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down and kiss her neck and chest. I nuzzle between her soft breasts and sigh. I lick her nipples, taking one in my mouth and sucking it.

    She mewls and gasps. “Master Roland!”

    I chuckle, lifting my head to smirk at her. “Does that feel good?”

    “It’s strange but...yes.” She bites her lip.

    I help her remove her dress, and I kiss her chest and belly. I nibble along her hips and thighs. She mewls and grunts, wriggling a bit. “Master Roland,” she opens her thighs and places her hand over her folds.

    “Don’t hide it,” I growl.

    She shakes her head. “I won’t but-” she kisses me and pulls me on top of her. “I’m a little scared,” she admits.

    “Oh, what?” I kiss her cheek and neck.

    “Ah-” she moans. “I’m small,” she murmurs. “And you...you’re so big.” 

    I kiss her again and gaze into her eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

    “I want to though!” She pouts. “I’m aching for you inside.” She moves her hand and guides my fingers to her folds. She’s dripping wet, almost like a waterfall. She feels warm and squishy. I press my fingers inside her, feeling how tight she still is.

    “I’m aching to be inside you too,” I purr into her ear.

    She grunts and gasps, stretching as my fingers ease inside her.

    “Just feeling you right now,” I growl, “makes me so hard.”

    “Master Roland,” she mewls.

    I moan and pant into her ear as I move my fingers inside her. “Your cute little cunt keeps begging for my fingers.” I can feel her grip around me as I move my fingers inside. She’s moaning and sighing, arching her back off the bed.

    “I bet you taste good,” I snarl. I then move down and throw her legs over my shoulders. She gasps and seizes as I lick her. I kiss her clit, sucking on it like hard candy. She lets out a shriek, and her fingers rip into my hair. She grinds her delicious pussy to my face as she writhes and thrashes on the bed.

    “Master Roland! Master Roland!” She squeals with pleasure.

    Suddenly she collapses on the bed, and she smashes her foot in my face, making her move away. My chin is dripping with her honey as I sit up. I gaze down at her, looking like a limp doll. She pants and wheezes, her eyes gazing off into some distant neverland. 

    I chuckle into her ear. “How was that?”

    She mewls and paws at my chest. “Too good. I almost died!”

    I kiss her and lay beside her, letting her calm down from her wild ride. I kiss her softly and stroke her side. She spasms every so often, but soon she lays beside me with a massive grin on her face.

    “Master Roland,” she purrs. “That felt so good.”

    I grope her ass and smirk. “My pleasure.”

    She looks up at me with those big, pretty eyes. “I want your pleasure too.” She reaches down and touches the tip of my cock. “I want you inside me so bad.”

    I bite my lip as she strokes me. 

    “I want your big, thick cock stretching my cute pussy. I want to ride you, Master Roland. I want to feel you ravaging my belly.”

    I snarl and kiss her, rolling us over, so she’s straddled on top of me. She uses both her small hands to pump me. She then eases forward, sitting up and placing my tip at her dewy lips. She bites her lip as she starts to ease down. I hold her hips, watching as I disappear inside her.

    “Are you ok?” I whisper to her.

    She nods. “So big…” she mewls. She takes more of me, and I see her sweet pussy stretch to accommodate me. She doesn’t feel tight though, she feels snug and warm. She feels so good.

    “Myrlie,” I whisper.

    She then sits on me, my entire cock buried deep inside her. She pants and moans but grins. She giggles in triumph. “I did it!”

    “You did,” I grind inside her and she whines in pleasure. “I’m proud of you.”

    She places her palms on my belly and moved forward then shoves back. She pants and grunts, getting used to having me inside. I let her do her work and find what’s comfortable but I can tell she’s struggling.

    “Wait,” I grab her hips, and I start to move. I thrust up inside her, and she cries out. I move slowly at first, watching her expression melt and her mouth hanging open. I start to go faster and harder, giving her a real wild ride.

    She grunts and groans and she squeezes onto me inside. I won’t last long, just watching her is a show in of itself. She then seizes and trembles, she chokes on her own voice, and she nearly falls. She plants her hands on my stomach again, and as she clamps tightly around me, I surge inside. I can no longer hold back, and I flood her. I can feel my cum dripping down my shaft. I even see her belly swell slightly. She cries out again and falls onto my chest. Her wings shudder, and she moans.

    “So much-” she mewls.

    I pull her up beside me and let her snuggle to me. She flushed face holds a very pleased and satisfied expression. She kisses my chest and sighs. “Master Roland, you devil.”

    I chuckle. “What’s so devilish?”

    “My pussy is so full of cum,” she mewls. “Only devils do that.”

    I kiss the top of her head. “You’re the succubus who sucked me dry.”

    She kisses me and pets my cheek. “It feels nice and warm. I like it.” She rolls onto her back and sighs. “I feel so lightheaded.”

    I chuckle, kissing her chest and belly. “That means it worked.”

    She runs her fingers through my hair as I rest my head on her breasts. “I can’t wait to do it again,” she purrs. “And again and again.”

    I groan. “You really are a succubus.”

    She giggles. “Maybe.”

    We fall asleep and when I wake up all I can do it watch her. She’s lovely and cute, as well as sexy. Her curvy body is soft and plump, perfect for nibbling on and cuddling. I kiss her, realizing I don’t want to find a way to take her back to her original size.

    She wakes up and smiles at me.

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I feel like I’m grinning like an idiot.

    She snuggles to me. “That’s ok.” She pets my chest and sighs. 

    “Do you need anything?” I ask her. “Are you sore?”

    She kisses my neck. “I wouldn’t mind some water.”

    I get up, fetching her the water she wants. When I return, she’s sitting up in bed and stretching. I could watch that all day and never grow bored.

    “Thank you,” she takes the glass and drinks. As she does, the water dribbles down her chin and onto her breasts. I lick it up, and she moans. “Devil,” she then kisses me.

    “It looked too good to waste,” I chuckle. I touch her cheek and smile. “Seriously though, you did quite a bit. Are you sure you’re not sore?”

    “A little, but it’s mainly in my hips. All I feel between my legs is you cum still inside me.” She giggles.

    I could die, I could honestly die. “Fuck, you’re going to drain me.”

    She kisses me, dragging me back down into the bed. “Master Roland, you’re hard again!”

    “Of course I am!” I snap. “You’re so sexy and cute how am I supposed to cope with it when you talk like that!”

    She moans into my ear, and I know I don’t have a fighting chance. “You could make me breakfast,” she purrs.

    I freeze. “What?”

    She kisses my cheek. “Make me breakfast.” She smiles up at me. “You’ll go soft after you crack a couple of eggs.”

    “No,” I gasp.

    She smirks at me. “I’m hungry, Master Roland.”

    I snarl and kiss her hard. “You tease.”

    She laughs and kisses me more. “I had you going, didn’t I?”

    I pin her down onto the bed. “I’m hungry too, what about me?”

    “As long as you don’t mind your own leftovers, you’re free to eat as much as you like.” She grins at me. “You’ll just have to make more for me is all.”

    I moan and shiver. “I’m not going to survive loving you.”

    She kisses me and moans. “Say it again!”

    “I love you,” I whisper. “I love you.”

    She gazes up at me with the sweetest expression. “Do you love me enough to make me breakfast.”

    I bust out laughing, and I kiss her, filling it with all the love I felt for her at that moment. “Yes,” I chuckle. “Of course.”

    “I love you too,” she whispers to me. “So I won’t make you go just yet.” She smirks at me. “I’ll make you hungry.”

    I grin. “I’m already starving, my love.”