Pixie Love

The leaves rustled as the breeze picked up. Lia hefted her staff up to conjure some warmth as the wind found its way inside of her clothes. Fire spread within her, repelling the oppressive gale out of her body and warming her clothes, for the fifth time.

Where

is

he?

She leaned against a tree and watched the sun set the dancing leaves ablaze with its remaining light. Darkness was rapidly descending on her, and with it, creatures of the night that she would have to fight against just to get back. An hour, he had said. By her account, more than two had passed by now. The promise of more gold stayed her feet. With her power, swaying away would-be predators was as easy as plucking away unwanted gnats from the communal soup. Which she did for free, by the way.

"A gold piece, for three hours," she'd said, managing a flat tone. As if it wasn't equivalent to a month's pay for her.

"Is that too low?" the young man had responded in turn, a bit too high, lacking the roughened edge some adventurers got over the years. She'd wondered then if he wanted her to use the more...promiscuous side of her powers. Those came at a premium for no reason other than men would pay whatever she asked for. Mostly because she did what they wanted her to.

"You want your cock up my ass?" she had inquired, leaning forward. Probably a runaway from his small country manor then, parting his father of his fortune to stick his dick in places it definitely did not belong.

He did not color like she'd imagined he would. Instead, he smiled disarmingly, "No. I just... I need you to accompany me to Rowan's Barrow. They say it's dangerous and..."

He spoke rapidly and told her of the many dangers he knew about. Not heard, but

knew.

Most of them were true but she did not tell him that it was extremely rare to actually be caught by a goblin, or an orc band. She let him drown in the smugness of his words and tapped the table to the tune of the violinist.

He finally stopped speaking, near breathless. The aroma of his unfinished food caused her stomach to grumble.

"A gold piece then, and a meal," she told him, taking his plate. He looked shocked, and his eyes told her that he thought she was simple. Good enough.

And now, a few hours later, she was staring at the cave he'd disappeared in. Under no circumstances, he'd said, was she to enter. She wasn't one to be curious of what her clients did in caves. Or anywhere, for that matter. She liked things to be simple. Once someone hired her, she clamped down her emotions and did not judge what other people did with their time, or money, until her time was up. But if the man was in danger, wouldn't he reward her if she saved his life? They'd left Rowan's Barrow a ways back, only for him to excitedly walk up to this unremarkable cave. Maybe he was chasing a rumor and didn't want her to see. She yawned as she began walking up to it. Nothing in there she wouldn't be able to match.

Lighting her way with a ball of light, she staggered forward, detecting the man's life-scent. She followed it for a while, raking her fingernails against the walls, marking them for her way back. Her footsteps echoed past her as she tripped against stalagmite. She walked until she heard something. A wet, smacking sound from further up ahead. She paused. Had he been captured by a hag? Normally, she'd simply leave the men to their fate, but something about that smug man's posture made her trudge up further. Reluctantly. She wished she wasn't such a hero. Saving arrogant men from their doom. She readied a fire spell under her breath, and crouched through an opening as the sounds got louder. There, she finally found him.

"Huh," she said, causing all eyes to avert to her. Dozens of glowing pixie eyes trying to discern whether she was friend or foe. Their wings whizzed and created a wind. And in the midst of it all, her client, lying in a pool of pixies, his wet dick throbbing. Three of the fairies kneeled between his thighs, staring at her. His face was hazed in pleasure as he looked at her. So, she wasn't wrong about him. But that did not matter.

She looked up at the sky. The cave opened up here, causing some life to leak downward. Dozens of plants and mushrooms, and the creatures that carried their seeds dotted the rough walls. She even spotted some Bulwark mushrooms. Her hands immediately began itching. This was

far

more pricier than a mere gold piece.

"Hello princess," she heard her client say. The pixies, evidently deciding she wasn't a threat, resumed to work on him. One of them gulped his dick up whole, massaging him with her throat. Lia swallowed. The lust-pixies would probably plop him out of the cave once their needs were satisfied, but sometimes... well, best not to think about that. He moaned as the woman pulled out, lightly kissing the tip before allowing one of her sisters to take the plunge. His gaze landed on her once more. "Like the show?"

She couldn't really be mad at him. If he wanted to risk death and unleash his seed inside a dozen pixies, she wasn't to judge. Besides, he'd led her to this treasure trove of alchemical ingredients. He could do whatever he wanted. She walked over to the neem-vines close by as the sounds of the pixies manically releasing their moans threatened to overwhelm her. Trying to sample their quality before she desecrated the place, she looked closer, noting the wavelength of their crystals.

And then, everything went quiet. She released a sigh and continued to examine the tree. Footsteps shuffled behind her, which she ignored. And then,

smack.

She whipped backward, trying to scare away the fairy who wanted to fuck her, only to be met with the smug gaze of her client. He'd actually spanked her.

"Come on, witch," he said. "I'm tired of dicking down fairies. I want a witch to tame. I'll pay you another gold piece if you bend over, and let me plow you down like you deserve it. Fuck it, three gold pieces if you join the fairies until I'm tired."

She looked at him quizzically. Lots of men found it extremely arousing to put a witch into what they presumed was her place. Somehow, fucking a powerful woman made them feel stronger, even if they were

paying

for it. Three gold pieces would be a nice profit, enough for her to pay Ruria to continue her training to completion. And that wasn't even counting the profit she would make off of the garden hidden here...

"Well?" he asked, his cock throbbing forcibly in her direction. In response, she turned, hitched up her dress, and allowed the pixies to remove her underwear.

She had never been with lust-pixies before, but she felt excitement thrum up inside of her. Soft hands roamed over her body along with a rough pair, smacking her hips once more. She was shoved against the wall as the impatient misadventurer lined up his cock against her asshole. She exaggerated a moan as he slowly pushed himself painfully into her, grunting with pleasure. Her hair was soon his handhold, and her head was being pressed against the jagged wall of the cave as he hammered her with cruel satisfaction, uncaring that he wasn't lubed. His grunts were soon synced with the pixies'. In the blur of his painful strikes, she struggled to remember lust-pixie folklore. They preferred to be dominated by a single person. And then they would join their pleasures with that person, causing each of them to feel the thunderous pleasure of their master together. She could even feel their leash, in the metaphysical plane.

Her own moans turned real as pixie hands began undoing her dress from the top. They plopped her breasts out, and soon, warm mouths engulfed her nipples. Their bodily fluids, she knew, were an aphrodisiac. She looked down at her assailants, two beautiful women with eyes like the ocean. Their wings feathered her with cool air as she caressed their silky hair. Tongues roved around her nipples and Ron's shaft agonizingly slid in and out of her, creating an incredible dichotomy. She gathered their hair into her fists and cried out loudly, uncaring that the aphrodisiac would ruin her.

"That's exactly what you are, you bitch," Ron huffed behind her, smacking his flesh against hers. "Nothing--"

smack

"--but--"

smack

"--a slut!"

He filled her entirely then, grabbing her neck in a chokehold. Only a second later, he began pummeling her thoughts into a jumbled mess again. Then he continued, "All you witches are sluts. I could've paid you a silver piece, and you would've gone down on your knees, and sucked the seed out of every man at the bar, wouldn't you?"

She was obligated to nod. But his words were irksome. Even under the fog of blissful pleasure, she did not like them. He went on, "The only reason you bitches even learn magic is so you could sell yourself to the cheapest man out there. Because it turns you on, doesn't it? Being dicked down by someone who doesn't even have magic?"

That was most certainly not true. But she moaned louder anyway. The pixies retreated, and one of them began trailing her finger between her legs, making it come out sticky. His hands tightened around her as he puffed out more monologue. "You're just like these pixies. Your entire life revolves around

my

cock. You hear that?"

He spanked her and pulled out. She wasn't able to process the emptiness inside of her before he spun her around and pushed her down to her knees. Half his cock was inside her mouth before the pain of her knees slamming the ground breached her consciousness. His dick filled her senses. It tasted of, well, her. Somehow lots of men also found it extremely hot when she tasted her own supposedly filthy self on their cocks. But there was also an aftertaste of pixie. She looked up at him with difficulty. Pixies surrounded him; each of them looking down at her with the same lidded eyes, fists clenched in pleasure. Tentatively, she felt the leash of their control. It was him, even if he wasn't a mage. He must have an object of power that enabled him to control them. Her arousal throbbed between her legs as he used her mouth, continuing his boring tirade.

"You were so smug at the bar, weren't you? Now look at you, gagging."

When he pulled out this time and began stroking his cock over her face, she obediently opened her mouth. Warmth around her shoulders reminded her of more pixies, waiting for his seed. She would have to share.

But Ron had other ideas. As he moaned his climax, he pointed his cock downward, spurting out his seed into the ground. He squeezed himself dry, looking even more smug than before. Semen pooled below him, an affront to the holy garden. Even the pixies looked disappointed. Once he finished, he raised his hand, stopping them from licking the seed of the ground. Then he looked at her.

Containing her groan, she bent down, preparing to lick his sperm dry. She'd done this once before, so it wasn't much of a surprise. But as she braced for the taste of metallic dirt, the ground slammed up against her face. Dirt, rock, and semen clung to her face as he literally rubbed her face against the ground with his foot. She barely managed to swallow down her anger as he continued.

"See, ladies," he said. "This is how you conquer a witch. Lia the defeated. Lia the cum guzzler. Hah!"

The insults stung. But she could take it. He just needed his ego stroked. Just a little more.

"Get up!"

She did, trying not to glare up at him. His cock was still hard, throbbing at her. Her face and butt felt raw from pain.

"Aww, look at that face. Did I make you angry? Well," he walked up to her and began rubbing his shaft on her face, spreading the caked dirt across it. "Honesty, it only turns me on more. You're angry, but you can't do shit about it. Because you're nothing but--"

His cock felt filthy on her face. That was the thought that drove her without control. Before she could even think, she latched on to her powers and spilled them out of her fingertips, repelling him backward. The grip on the pixies' leash hovered above her, and she seized it. Suddenly, they groaned, feeling the pain she had just endured. They were freed from his control and were now in her grip. It did not dampen her own emotions as she had expected, however.

Ron looked unfazed, not knowing the gravity of what had just occurred. He looked around at the army of women surrounding him, and said, "Grab her. Doubt she'd hurt you lot."

None of them obeyed. Instead, they turned toward him, radiating annoyance that he could dare command them despite not being chosen. Lia felt the grip of her leash falter, and after a second, she snipped it, except for the tiny thread that let them share their emotions.

"What? I'll fuck you all after we're done dealing with her. We can't have a rogue mage stop our lovemaking, can we?"

He still did not perceive the hostile environment he was in. Lia took a breath. "You're not chosen. Whatever you did to control them probably stopped working."

He looked at her. She saw him move his lips. Instinct drove her to do it faster than him, and she first slashed his spell, and then wove her own, disabling the artifact he'd brought with him. He was now entirely outmatched, outwitted, and weaponless. He held his gaze, but his eyes told her he knew that now.

"What am I paying you for?" he balked angrily. "Stop fucking around. The Guild will have your hide for this."

"The Guild," she said, stepping toward him, "won't know if I puppeteered your corpse back. Everyone would see you'd returned sound. Of course, you would say, I didn't need a witch." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "But tragically, on your way back, a group of bandits would kill your corpse, and take away your gold. And I would happen among them, by coincidence of course. I'd take the bounty, and take the Guild's eyes off my back. Rookie's trick, really." Then she grabbed his shaft, gently stroking it. She leaned into his lips and whispered, "They call it gold laundering."

He stared at her in horror. She could feel the few cogs in his brain turn, trying to logic his way out of this. She was lying, of course. The Guild did not allow them to just take bounties without a heavy tax. But he did not need to know that. She took his hands off his cock and brought it to his lips. He looked at it for a second, and then back to her. She heard his jaw clench as he whispered, "You're fucking with the wrong person. One day you'll gag on my cock again, Lia. Until then..."

He only resisted a second more, and soon, he was licking her fingers, tasting himself.

"Good boy," she muttered. "You learn fast."

He did not respond, and licked her dry. She could feel waves of the pixies' emotions intermingle with her, dragging her arousal upward. When he was done, she held his resentful eyes, grabbed his hair and forced him to his knees. Without further instruction, he craned his neck between her legs, and started lapping away. The cave was immediately

filled

with the sounds of women moaning and muttering obscenities in each of their tongues. Lia had trouble discerning what exactly she was feeling except that his tongue was leaving behind trails of a golden afterglow that was extremely difficult to control. Her fists clenched in his hair as she pulled him to her.

Her knees turned weak, and she was forced to push Ron down to his back. He looked up at her and the other women, dazed, drool running down his chin. Without giving him a chance to speak, she plopped down on his face, facing his still-hard cock. Her thighs locked around the sides of his face roughly. The pixies emulated her, and the two blondes from before joined her on the ground again, taking her nipples in their mouths. Her tempo on Ron's face increased as her hands landed on their golden hair once more. One of the pixies landed next to her client's cock, but did not use it. She only leaned forward and pressed her lips above Lia's crotch. Lighting traveled up her spine as sensations overcrowded her mind. Her fists clenched into the women's golden hair again as she was plunged into a climax, yelling and shaking the current of excitement out of her body. The women around her did the same as they felt the intense hammering of her orgasm. Her vision blurred and she lost herself for a few moments in bliss.

When she came to, things were much the same. The pixies had recovered much faster than her and were devouring each other and her. One of them stepped up to her, wings buzzing. She managed to lift herself up a few inches and then with a speed that did not match her body, her legs locked around Lia's neck, and her wet pussy smacked against her mouth. Lia obliged, making love to the offering vigorously. The pixies had given her their reins even if she had not made use of it yet. Despite that, she knew she could simply lose herself in the haze of pleasure here. Let the pixies drag out orgasm after orgasm out of her body until she was wrenched dry. She let herself lose for a bit. Never before in her life had she tasted so much pussy. Each lick enhanced her desire, until her jaw hurt and her own organs were sore. One of the blondes penetrated her with her fingers while she ate the other like a pomegranate. Someone rode her face while another pixie scissored her until her mind went blank. Women surrounded her, each of them lost in their own throes of pleasure.

Another orgasm emptied her mind before she let herself think of Ron. He lay there, his cock forgotten; the only order she had actually given. It looked engorged with unfulfilled desire. Woman after woman used his mouth for her pleasures until he simply turned into a toy for them to use. Breathing heavily, she crawled over to him, and cupped his face. The women stopped their merry lovemaking and looked at them.

"You feel tired?" she whispered at him, tantalizingly close to his lips.

He licked his numb lips and said, "Fuck off."

Lia smiled. "Oh, you want me to fuck off? Then you don't want me to perhaps do this..." she gently trailed her fingers down his shaft. He shuddered, shaking his head. His cock throbbed painfully. When she did it again, he whipped at her, lightning fast. Before he could actually get to her though, the pixies caught him, pulling him down to the ground again.

"Come on, Ron. You really thought your little... artifact could control these women? Or that you could control me? They know who the stronger spirit is here. And I'll settle it for you too, by breaking your puny little mind."

He only scowled in response, struggling against his soft restraints. Lia straddled him, his cock throbbing right in front of her cunt. She gently pressed it against herself and watched his scowl melt into a jumble of emotions.

"Come on Ron. I'm all yours if you just admit to everyone here how much of a piss baby you actually are. Tell me exactly what you would do just for me to finish you off."

He growled. "I'm going to tear you apart! I swear, when I'm out of here--"

"The pixies will love keeping you as their toy. You have such a nice, pretty mouth. Doesn't he?"

The pixies giggled, understanding her remark. Ron stayed silent this time. Lia tilted her head and gently squeezed his cock. His eyes lost focus as he throbbed in her hands, pushing out precum.

"What are you even waiting for? I've got all the time in the world, Ron."

She let his cock throb against her and watched his facial features contort with contradictory thoughts. Through clenched teeth, he said, "I... if you leave me here, I'll conquer these bitches. One... one by one. And then I'll come for you and I'll... I'll...aah!"

She squeezed his cock again, ending his tirade. "You're no conqueror. If you were, you wouldn't be fighting to control your orgasm by a woman who has you completely under her thumb. What about this is turning you so flustered?"

His breathing was much sharper now, trying to contain his obvious embarrassment. She continued. "Tell you what. You tell me the honest truth about what you want. And I'll let you fuck me. Deal?"