The Fairyhunter
Part 12
"Surprise!"
she said softly, the smirk on her face even more appealing when magnified. She
knelt down next to him and touched his face gently. He closed a hand over the
top of hers, stunned to find them quite solid. "Oh, you're so cute when
you're stunned. Too bad I can't stay and make fun of you." She rose and
started to walk away, causing him to snap out of his daze.
"How
the hell did you DO that? Where's your wings? Where're
you going?"
"My amulet, they're hidden and I'm
'tripping back into the forest where I came from'," she replied, answering
in order and still looking smug as his words were flung back at him.
"You're right, this is probably not going
anywhere."
He jumped up, blocking her way. "Well,
it wasn't before, but…" He looked down and was relieved in some way to
find that she was still considerably shorter than himself, her head only at
about chest level on him. "I mean…"
"Yes?" she said, losing him in her
eyes.
For a moment, he tried to think of the best
thing to say, the right words to make her stay and keep him looking smooth. At
some point, his mouth that if his brain wasn't going to provide a script, it
would just have to do without. He pulled her in and kissed her…
Explosions of feeling happened all at once,
making it impossible to tell where they originated or ended. He could feel
normal arousal mixed in with the tingle he'd felt the first night he saw her,
which made for a heady aphrodisiac. He could actually still feel her in his
arms, but he felt as though the weight their bodies carried was being stripped
away, leaving only the sensation of heat, lust and passion behind.
When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't
see anything but a bright light in front of him. When it cleared, he was
staring up at the green canopy of leaves overhead. For a moment, he found
himself enthralled with the patterns of light and dark they made in contrast
with the night sky, then realized it WAS night. He
shifted a little, only to find himself weighted down slightly. He leaned his
head up a little and found Neena lying atop him, arm slung wearily around his
shoulder. She's kinda larger than I remember her,
he thought. Wonder how that happened…and when…and why? In fact, what the
hell happened??? He couldn't even seem to remember how he'd gotten here for
a long moment, then the wind in the trees seemed to whisper the last few hours'
enjoyment to him and he REMEMBERED EVERYTHING.
"Wow," he said aloud, hearing his
voice echo suddenly.
A shift on his body made him realize she was
his echo. He snapped out of this reverie just as he was remembering how his
shirt had gotten in the tree above him. "That was…so…" she began.
"Yeah," he agreed. Much as he
wanted to, the vague memories of the past few hours prevented him from being
able to lie…she HAD been amazing. "I mean, I never…"
"Me either," she sighed, reading
his mind.
"Have you ever…I mean, has another
human…" he began.
"Not like that," she answered,
apparently as bound to honesty by her emotions as he. "How
about you?"
"HELLLLL no!" he laughed.
"So, you awake?"
"Very." She raised
up into a straddle on his midsection, her nude body silhouetted by the
moonlight in the trees, blinking down at him. "You?"
"Yeah," he grinned and added,
"FULLY awake."
"Really?" she smiled coyly,
reaching about to find out what he meant. "Oh, yeah, I guess you are. Can
you handle seven tonight?"
"Seven?" he exclaimed. "Damn,
I can't even remember the first two! When did I lose my clothes?"
"Your shirt was the first time against
the tree and your pants was the fourth time in the rabbit burrow. We'll have to
go back and enlarge them later." He gaped at her, still lost in attempting
to remember what was obviously the best night of his life. "It's my
magic," she explained. "It has that effect on humans. Even with the
magic, seven is pretty good for a human."
Mentally, he congratulated himself, but as
she leaned in for a kiss, he asked, "Hey, wait…not
so hard this time. Can you kiss just…normal?"
"Normal?" she echoed.
"Like with no magic?" he returned.
"I mean, I'd like to KNOW what I'm doing this time. In fact," he
added, sitting up with her still straddling him, "I might even be…better
when I know what I'm doing." He began to kiss the nape of her neck and she
chuckled.
"Okay, okay, so no fairy kissing,"
she said, holding him back for a moment. "But you'll miss that magic
stamina."
"Maybe," he said, running his
fingers down her back. He felt something slick, almost glossy on her back and
hesitated briefly. "What…?"
"Wings," she answered with a
little moan.
"Why can't I see them?"
"Invisible," she sighed. He slid
his hands up again, marveling at the feeling as he followed them to their tips
and back to her shoulders. The closer he came to her back, the more she moaned
in delight.
"I suppose it gets pretty sore back
here when you fly everywhere," he said partially to himself. He ran his
fingers up and down her wings and back, noticing how she leaned even more into
him, pressing her chest against his in a firm hug. He began to notice light
entering the area around him, so that the shadowy trunks of the trees began to
be more clear. He looked up and was surprised to find
it was still night and the moon was partially behind a cloud. So where's the
light…coming…from?
Looking back at Neena, it was obvious that
the glow was from her. He knew enough about sprites and how they mated to know
that she was glowing for him. Had he been another sprite, they would both have
begun to glow, then the magic would have merged to
create a new sprite.
She snapped to attention, very wary
suddenly. "Why?"
"I just want to try something. I
promise I won't hurt you."
"I'll be small again."
"I know."
She paused, her old glare returning.
"If you even THINK about…"
"Just trust me, willya?"
He held his hand out. Finally, with much reluctance, she pulled the amulet from
around her neck. In a moment, she flashed from human sized to sprite sized. He
smiled down at her, amused and aroused by the sight of her little body next to
his affection for her, which (to his relief) sat up quite a bit taller than she
was when she stood up. She fluttered up, still worried obviously, but he held a
hand out to her. "Trust me," he repeated. Slowly, gently, she landed
in his palm.
"Alright, now
what?"
"I hear," he said, turning her
around with a finger, "that sprite wings don't
feel much, but the joints around them do. It's why…" He paused, beginning
to rub the space between her wings gently. He'd been about to say "it's
why I always put my sprites to sleep before taking their wings off" but
something told him this was probably not the way to get her in the mood again.
Luckily, she was paying no attention to his awkward pause, as the feeling of
his fingers was causing her to glow again. Her size made the light easier to
look directly at, and, for this, he was very thankful. He could see her tiny
chest heaving in delight as his finger slid from her wings to her front and
down again, touching all of her at once. His other hand found himself and
tended to his own needs while aching for the tiny woman in his grasp. Finally,
he could stand it no more. He quickly placed the amulet around her neck,
causing her to grow promptly into his eager lap.
She leaned back and arched into him,
suddenly very attentive as she wrapped her arms and legs about him. He could
feel her trembling as she brought her lips up to his ear, straining to keep
from unleashing magic passion on him. "Don't stop…please…"
Even without magic, hearing this dramatic
change in the rough and tumble sprite would have been enough incentive for any
man. He rubbed her wings and kissed her until the light blinded him and he had
to find her by touch only, making the experience even more intense as he
followed every curve, every line and every sigh with his hands, his mouth and
anything else that would hold a sensation…
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