The summer before I went to college, I planned a trip with my girlfriend to go hiking in the mountains of France. When I told my great aunt about the trip she told me the story of the fairy gobblers that lived in the foothills. It was a story that had been in my family for years. I had heard a little about fairy gobblers through the years, but it wasn't until I had a trip planned to France that I heard the more in depth tales from my great aunts and great uncles. On the plane ride to Europe, I told my girlfriend the stories that I'd heard.
"That is so silly," she mocked me, "it's obviously a story made up by some horny French guy."
"Yeah, but the story that my great uncle told me isn't so erotic." I responded. "He said that his great uncle knew this guy Vince and that Vince took a friend out with him once that never came home."
"Yeah, babe, Vince probably killed him."
"No, according to the story the fairies killed him. After that Vince never went back out there."
After several weeks of sneaking away to visit the fairy, Vince started telling one of his friends in his village what he had been doing. Of course he didn't believe Vince and gave him a hard time about telling fairy tales. He told his friend that he would take him out there one day if he was brave enough to go. The friend was always declined the offer and said he would rather stay home and be horny than take a chance of being eaten by wolves.
A couple of times a week, Vince would find a way to elude his family and would go to the foothills at sunset and visit the fairy. He noticed one evening that there was something rustling in the bushes but paid it little attention. His focus was on the pretty little fairy that was kneeling between his thighs as he laid naked on his blanket. He had come for the pleasure that she gave him and she had come for a meal.
She knew the exact technique to use to get the meal as quickly as possible. When she was done the little fairy would usually say "Thank you" in her sweet fairy accent and then run back into the woods. She rarely spoke otherwise, but Vince would ask questions sometimes and she would answer if she understood. He learned that her name was Ianaa and she had told him that there were other fairies.
"Many fairies," she said, "hungry fairies." she told him one evening before disappearing into the forest. Vince liked the though of a lot of hungry little fairies that needed to eat.
Vince could feel himself losing control as Ianaa swallowed him as deeply as she could. Her small hands were tickling his balls and scratching lightly at his taint. She was working fervently to make him give her the meal that she came for. Vince sat up quickly and tried to cup his hands around her tiny body as he neared orgasm.
Ianaa pulled back, mouth wide open from her jaws being out of socket, and hissed as she swatted away his hands. Vince recoiled immediately and leaned back on his hands. When the fairy saw that his hands were away from her she smiled and moved back in to eat. Her jaw had reset itself and she said "Thank you" in her sweet voice and smiled up a Vince just before forcing his penis back into her mouth. She worked him back to a full erection and massaged his balls until he filled her belly with warm semen.
"Thank you, Vince" she said, pronouncing his name as Vinsch.
"Thank you, Ianaa" Vince said, "I'm sorry I scared you."
"Thank you, no hurt me." Ianaa said clenching her arms to her chest with her chin resting on her little fists. Vince understood that she was afraid that he would squeeze her and hurt her.
"I won't hurt you" Vince said slowly holding his hands out, palms up, for her to inspect. The little fairy took a nervous step backwards then cautiously moved towards Vince's hand. She reached out and touched his hand, smiled up and him.
"Thank you." she giggled and ran back into the forest. Vince watched her run away and noticed that the little fairy had put on a little weight since he first met her. Her bottom had gotten a little more round and jiggled as she ran away. He chuckled when he realized that the extra weigh was from his constant visits to the forest. He knew that he would keep her well fed through the winter and the thought turned him on. He laid back on his blanket again enjoying the mental image of her curvy little body.
"Fairy hungry." he heard an unfamiliar voice say very close by. He sat up again to see another fairy standing close by. She was very thin and he could tell that she was very hungry and feeling weak.
"Fairy hungry, hungry 3 nights." she cried to him. He knew what she desperately wanted but she was afraid to come too close.
