I ended up gaining most of the relationship points with Fairy Poppins while getting her dressed up for the ball, taking her a fancy restaurant—several actually—and then holding her hand across the table, lightly rubbing my thumb over her fine knuckles. She exuded fairy dust the whole time, practically glowing in every place we visited, telling the waiters and the occasional maitre de that I was hers, and that we were on a date. They’d smile indulgently and sweep a hand back toward the table where we’d be sitting.

Then she’d grin like a fool the whole time, run her toes up and down my legs, and slouch so far down in her chair that I’d only see her mischievous eyes above the table. She blatantly got more and more lecherous with her foot play, sliding them up my thighs and over my cock.

Then, she’d lash a hand forward and clamp it onto mine while scooching up in her chair so she could actually eat some of the food. Her fear that I would vanish in a puff of magic was adorable.

She swallowed her millionth mouthful of what felt like mashed potatoes, but was fluffy like cotton candy and savory somehow. Then she leaned forward. “I am going to fork you so good,” she said in a stage whisper, “you might just swear off all the other girls and stay just with me forever.”

I smiled indulgently. She could have this fantasy. “You do look very forkable with that new shirt and skirt combo.”

She, of course, got up from the table and did a quick spin, which got her pleated skirt to rise up and show me her entire butt yet again, and a bit of the front as well.

“You are flattering me,” she said, “and I love it. I don’t even need you to lick my little cunny until I’m shuddering and shaking.” Then she got an impish grin. “Do you think they’d be upset if I got under this table and got little Fletcher out and sucked you off right here and now?”

“I think they might.”

“You just cured a god,” she said. “I think they’d let me. Maybe they would even cheer me on.”

I was definitely getting hard just picturing her pulling my pants down at the table and going to town while the waitstaff awkwardly returned to the table to ask whether or not I needed a bit more water. I was even more turned on by the idea of Poppy wanting to do me instead of getting her pleasure first and foremost. She was a selfish and capricious being, willing to push others aside in order to take what she wanted. What prevented her was being so small.

But now all that had changed.

“I’m liking this new Poppy I’ve discovered,” I told her, stroking her knuckles as we reached across the small circular table.

She wrinkled her nose at me. “I’m the same. Just bigger.”

“Says the girl willing to suck my cock without first getting her fair share of orgasms.” I added an eyebrow waggle for good measure.

As we ate the tension grew and grew. She made lewd faces as she licked and sucked on the food, got some sauce on her finger and sucked it off, and licked nonexistent morsels of food off her lips. She repeatedly uncrossed, then crossed her legs again. She pulled the strings holding her shirt together in back, making her nipples stand out against the fabric, on either side of the iridescent fairy image. She slid her fingers up and down over mine, and then laced them together. Soon enough she’d moved her chair over next to mine and was putting food in my mouth.

“This is yummy,” she told me, and put it between her teeth, so I’d have to kiss her to get it. Then I was licking sauce off her fingers, and not long after that, she was sucking the nonexistent sauce off my fingers.

Soon her hand was on my crotch under the table.

“We don’t have to finish the food,” she muttered.

“That’s fair,” I said, watching her hand work up and down over my bulge.

“You could just shrink us down and fork me right here under the table,” she said, sucking the syrupy sauce off a berry. “Or on the table. I think with the glow coming off me, nobody would be able to see.”

“Let’s finish up first,” I said.

“Please,” she breathed. “Licking up all this stuff made me realize I really need to swallow some of your special sauce.”

In this kind of atmosphere, I forced Poppy to finish her food, enjoy each morsel, chew thoroughly, while making hard eye contact with her and making sure she watched my tongue lick every cream puff, my lips reach out to each bite, and my mouth open for each little sip.

I teased her mercilessly, and it took every ounce of her control to stay in her seat. Several times I saw she grabbed onto her chair with a white knuckled grip. Her flush grew deeper as the meal went on, and innuendo was replaced by bald promises.

Early on it was, “This looks so good, I will definitely swallow every drop.” And later, she devolved into, “Please, Fletcher, I need your cock in my mouth. Please let me suck it.”

She got upset and threw her napkin down, and threatened to break intimate contact with me. It wouldn’t have bothered me, since I could simply create another clone and get him back to the city. She knew this, and never followed through on it. Instead she crossed two pale thin arms beneath two delightfully perky breasts and put on a scowl.

The scowl only lasted until I invited her to head to the bathroom together. I needed to maintain contact, after all. She was disappointed to learn that we weren’t going for a forbidden frolic in the bathroom, but instead she shrank down to her regular size while I did my business.

Outside the bathroom, I used my abilities to get her back to regular size, leading to a fun time where we had to get her big person clothes back on. Once done, and once it was clear I wasn’t going to force her up against a bathroom wall and rail her from behind, she took to pouting and slouching against me.

“Fletcherrrrrrrr,” she whined. “I need you inside me. I’m pretty sure if you don’t frack me, I’ll die, and then it’ll be all your fault that I’m dead. Please, I don’t have much time left.”

Rather than get her upset by laughing at her shenanigans, I slid one hand up under her skirt and found her Nakamamon anatomy, like all the other species of sentient Nakamamon out there, was fully manifested and very wet. I slid three fingers between her legs, making her gasp, and easily slipped one up into her.

“Oh!” she yelped, and got into it. I wasn’t surprised to find her very wet, but I was a bit to see the sheen of arousal had dripped down to her knees. Her human-sized anatomy admitted one finger with ease, though she was tight. She melted against me and closed her eyes in bliss.

This only lasted until we got back to the table, at which point I removed my hand, sat, and made sure she was watching when I licked my fingers clean. Then I noisily gulped and made a satisfied ‘aaahhhhh’ sound.

“You’re a monster,” she pouted, when I went back to eating.

From there it was bargaining.

“If you want, I’ll dazzle all the workers so they forget all about us, and then I’ll suck your cock.”

Instead I ran my tongue around a berry unique to this world, had it between my teeth, and slowly closed my lips over it.

Finally, she seemed to relent, and accept that she just wasn’t going to get the sex she wanted at this moment.

It was right then that I stood with her hand in mine, and whisked her out of the place. Seconds later we were at the inn I had prepared, right next door, and she was making confused noises while we ascended a flight of stairs and entered a room.

There were no words now, just cries of confusion and excitement. I hoisted Poppy up by her waist and settled her thighs on either shoulder, then got her into position for me to work at her with my tongue, standing up. She had to clutch onto the back of my head or feel like she was overbalancing.

It took her under thirty seconds to reach climax. Poppy was always extremely sensitive, and I’d wound her up for over an hour. She grunted, clenched her muscles and clamped her legs around my head, and came.

After lowering her carefully to the bed, she attacked me next. Ripping my pants off was the first step, while muttering half-spoken curses and frowning.

Soon she had my cock in hand. As small as she was, it looked huge compared to those little hands. She turned an innocent face my way and gave me her best devilish look. It still felt like I was doing something forbidden and dirty, from the look of her compared to me.

“Finally,” she said, and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. Most Nakamamon don’t have noses, and soon her forehead was pressed against my abs, while her throat constricted around my head and shaft.

There is something about having sex with a fairy. She employed a new trick I hadn’t felt before, where she flooded the area with mana and did something to all that mana. The result was a euphoric kind of fog all throughout the room. Sensations were much stronger than before, or maybe I just imagined it. What Poppy was doing with her tongue felt so good. She was breathing some kind of drug onto me.

She gasped and sputtered a bit. “That’s right, come to Poppy.”

I wasn’t being given any other choice. I tried to clamp down on it, but her ability overpowered my skills and attributes, and the check I made failed. Instead of weathering it, I lasted all of two minutes before flooding her mouth.

Poppy wasn’t ready for this, and pulled back, already gasping and choking, mid-orgasm. For her troubles, she received several more ropes across the forehead and nose, and then down one cheek.

Her big blue eyes blinked at me in surprise, before a hefty smile broadened across her face.

“I bet you’re pleased with yourself,” I said lazily.

“Of course I am!” she said, and with a face full of cum, tossed her hair over one shoulder like she was about to go out for a night on the town with her bestest girl buddies. “Usually you give me like five or six and then I have to work sooooooo hard to make you cum.”

“You’ve got some…” I said, and pointed at the places on my face where she was coated with my seed.

“It’s my new skin lotion,” she said.

“What?”

“Cinzy uses skin lotion all the time,” she said, and started rubbing it down her face, over her neck, and once she had her shirt off, over her cute boobs. “It doesn’t look too different from this. I’m going to get it every day and put it all over my skin, lover. Do you like that idea? Having your seed all over every inch of my body?”

I didn’t answer, but instead pushed her back onto the bed.

“Oh!” she cried out, already spreading her legs for me.

I took both trim ankles in one hand and brought her butt up, smacking it lightly and making her gasp.

“What was that foaahhhh?” She didn’t get a chance to finish, as I’d pushed one finger into her and used my thumb to massage her clit. I had been meaning to tell her she was a dirty girl, and that using my seed as a skin lotion was very naughty. Instead I worked a second finger into her and made her cry out. This was for using an ability on me without warning. I curled my fingers inward and got at the special inner button some of the ladies had.

Poppy had it, all right. She arched her back and came yet again, glowing all the more fiercely with each one. The liquid seeping out of her now was full of sparkles, and was tinged with sky blue for her eyes and hair, and pink for her skin.

“F-Fletcher!” she gasped.

We went another two orgasms like that, but the third one was a doozy. She reared up and squirted, legs shaking and eyes rolling back in her head. One of her ankles got free and flopped down spread-eagled on the bed.

She hadn’t even finished quaking before I quickly lifted her, turned her over and mounted her. She groaned out again, but took my full length like a champ. Her insides were hot and very wet from a nice orgasm, followed by three more chained climaxes.

“I’ve ne—” she gasped.

“What’s that?” I asked, while nibbling one ear. Even her skin tasted sweet and perfect, like nothing on earth, but like all my favorite things. They shouldn’t have been good together, but they were beyond amazing.

“Never… felt like this…” She told me to give it to her nice and slow, and deep. I obliged, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in and taking her breath away with each thrust.

She turned and kissed me.

“I love being big,” she groaned into my mouth. “I love feeling like this.”

She didn’t care that I was researching a cure at this very moment. She didn’t care that I was teaching the other girls how to play a card game, and promising to induct April into the Divinity Rescue Corps as an honorary Healer. The only thing that drove her was the slap of skin on skin and the way I stretched her out.

“I love making you feel like this,” I told her. That was the truth. A year ago I could barely walk throughout my entire shift without taking several breaks to sit down and give my legs a rest. Now I could give my lover a vigorous pounding and not have jelly legs afterwards.

 “I love feeling… like I matter,” she whined.

Well, that was it. I made love to Poppy for the next two hours, slowly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back. We hugged and kissed and slowly gyrated on the bed, with me on top, with us spooning, with her on top. We slowly went through every position I’d ever done. The euphoria didn’t help me much, and I came several times. Inside her, on her boobs, and on her face. She wanted them all. More importantly, she wanted me to get hard for her again.

It wasn’t difficult.

I had her ride me while I was sitting up, so we could lock lips together. She got on all fours on the bed, and I stood on the floor, and with slow deliberate strokes, watched as she neared orgasm for the eighth or tenth or twelfth time.

“When can I…” she begged. “Let me cum.”

I placed a thumb at her back entrance and pushed it slowly inside while speeding up. That did it; her orgasm was explosive, and she once more sprayed love juices all over us.

She slumped down onto my chest.

“I love this,” she breathed.

“Me too.”

“You can do my other hole, if you want,” she said in a cutesy voice.

I had no response for this.

“I love you,” she told me, and reached up to kiss me yet again.

This is Christopher kissing an actual fairy.