Lyre of Tears Ch. 01: Like Honey

The kissing and the dry grinding against the tree trunk continued for quite some time. Because she felt and tasted so good, Tor could easily imagine making out with her - and doing so much more - all night. But although the prospect of thoroughly fucking his first fey definitely had its appeals, the mage needed something from her, first.

With a sloppy pop, Tor's lips abandoned Zeph's, for now. Softly whining in disappointment, she leaned forward in an attempt to feel his kiss once again. Laughing a little, Tor treated her to a quick smooch, but that was all for now.

"This is the first time you've kissed a human, hm?" Tor asked, a playful smile on his face.

"Uh huh," Zeph replied after she licked her pink lips and caught her breath.

"You like it?"

"Mmm hmm!"

"You want more?"

"Yes, please!" Zeph once again leaned her head forward, her lips puckered. That made Tor laugh. He couldn't help but give her puckered lips a quick lick as a reward for being so adorable. She groaned and writhed in anticipation for the 'more' he talked about, which made his already thick erection pulse within his pants. Tor had to remind himself to stay focused.

"I'll give you more, but you've got to give me something. I need some of your fairy dust."

Zeph snapped out of the sensual daze she had been in since she and Tor started making out. "What?! I can't do that! No fairy is supposed to give their dust to a man!"

Tor expected her refusal. Fairy dust could be used for dangerous spells as well as some nasty alchemical concoctions. He knew even before he set out on this quest that he would need to force a fairy to give up her dust. Thankfully for the both of them, it didn't need to be an unpleasant affair.

"Are you sure?" Taking hold of Zeph's chin again, Tor tilted it up so he could have free access to her pale neck. It looked delicious. He confirmed how tasty her skin was when he planted his lips to the side of her neck. While he massaged her flesh with his lips, then his tongue, he felt the fairy slump against him, whimpering. His busy lips curved into a smile.

"Won't you reconsider?" He asked before sucking on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. The thin, barely-there dress Zeph wore left all of her neck and even a little of her shoulders bare, all that milky flesh inviting his mouth to explore. That's what Tor did - he explored her.

Shudders wracked Zeph's body as the human she had just met, the human who wanted her dust, moved his mouth to the other side of her neck. Everywhere his lips and tongue touched felt alive with pleasure. Tor had released her wrists a little while ago, which left both of her hands free to clutch at his head or his neck. When Tor slowly dropped down to his knees in front of her, Zeph grabbed his shoulders, watching him. She felt her legs nearly give out, so she had to hold herself up by pushing on his shoulders.

As the mage's face descended the front of the fairy's body, he breathed hot breaths upon her. Her dress did little to block his breath. Tor took one of her erect nipples into his mouth and pinched it with his lips, through the fabric. Zeph's face snapped upward, her fingers tightened on her shoulders, and she made the loudest sound she had made thus far. Smiling, Tor endeavored to make her next outcries even louder, starting with a hard suckle of her tit through her dress. He wasn't disappointed by the noises she made next.

Zeph's heavy eyelids fluttered open and she looked down when she felt the man pick up one of her legs and rest it on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" She whispered, a hint of curiosity and apprehension in her voice.

Tor lifted his eyes - which were such a dark brown, they appeared almost black - up to her face and grinned. "You fairies don't use your mouths when you have sex?"

"I...I'm not sure." Zeph was tense all of a sudden, and the wizard could tell it wasn't the good kind of tense. Embarrassment, perhaps? Uncertainty, more likely.

"Relax, sweetling. You'll like it, I promise." Tor turned his head so he could begin to suck on the inside of her thigh, as well as nibble her skin with his lips. His mouth slid off her thigh with a slurp so he could add, "It's like kissing, but for a different part of your body."

Tor pursed his lips and blew a warm breath against the skin he had just kissed and sucked on. Zeph shivered at the sensation. As he hiked up her skimpy skirt, he turned his face towards the junction of her thighs, still blowing. When she felt his breath on her cunt, as well as her delicate ass getting scratched by tree bark, she shivered all the more and made a sound that was almost like a squeal.

The wizard's eyes devoured the sight of the fairy's pussy while he blew on it. It was such a pretty little thing - soft, smooth, and already drenched. It was blossoming for him, showing him the rich pink within.

While touching her thigh, Tor noticed that she didn't seem to have any hint of hair on it. The same could be said about her pubic region - there was no hair to be seen there, either. He suspected fairies had no hair on their bodies except on their heads.

But that was enough thinking about body hair. There was only one part of the fairy's anatomy that he cared about at that moment.

His mouth lunged forward, and the mage had his first taste of Zeph's sex. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged the flat of his tongue along her labia. Right away, his taste buds were coated by her juices. Zeph was sweet, and that wasn't just an expression. She literally tasted like honey down there.

Savoring her preternatural sweetness, hungering for more, Tor ran his tongue all the way up one side of her mound, then the other. Up one side, down the other. The edge of his tongue barely caressed Zeph's hooded clit, which caused her to shudder each time it touched her there. She clutched at his cloak, she clutched at his ears, she clutched at anything she could reach while he did such wicked things to her.

The licking progressed to the area that would have had purple pubic hair if she could grow any. Admiring how smooth that flesh was, he kissed it, while one of his hands ascended her body and grabbed onto one of her breasts. He fondled the perky swell, then tugged on her nipple. Meanwhile, his other hand rested on the leg bent over his shoulder, rhythmically kneading her thigh.

Back down below, his mouth's attention was on her slit. Following a few gentle sucks and kisses to her outer lips, he wiggled the tip of his tongue inside of her. Immediately, his tongue was greeted by a new rush of her honey-flavored cream.

The outburst that Zeph was struggling to make finally came out as a choked scream. Trembling, she thumped her head against the tree chunk and tried to grab at the white hair on the top of Tor's head, but it was cut too short to get a good hold of. She clutched at his ears again instead, trying to pull his mouth closer, to get more of his talented tongue inside her.

Despite her pulling, Tor was still able to pull his mouth away from her soaked, quivering cunt. He directed his gaze up the front of her body and grinned, devilishly, his mouth and beard covered by her honey. "Can you please give me some of your fairy dust?"

Zeph did not answer. Her eyes were tightly closed, the back of her head was still against the tree, and her thin, purple eyebrows were furrowed in a mix of confusion and frustration. "Wha?" was all she could say at that moment.

"The fairy dust I asked for. I need you to give some to me." Once again, he blew a soft, hot breath upon her recently-kissed pussy lips. "If you give some to me, I'll keep kissing you down here." Zeph whined in response.

Smiling a little, for he honestly didn't want this game to end too soon, Tor proceeded to the next stage. He pressed his lips to the lips of her sex and gave it a long, indulgent slurp, which made Zeph practically turn into jelly. It was a good thing she had his hands and his shoulders there to keep her up. Encouraged by the fairy's latest, loudest mewlings, the wizard got another taste of her insides, this time by guiding his tongue much, much deeper than before. That long, nimble tongue curled to the left, right, up and down, searching for any spots where her pleasures tried to hide. Zeph's reactions - the quivering of her hot, honeyed walls, the noises she made, or the way she squirmed against his face - told him when he got close. Using the signs of her pleasure, he found a spot she seemed to really like, so his tongue tip targeted that spot for a while. Zeph's keening moans rose in volume as well as pitch, and she squeezed at his head, pulling his mouth against her womanly flesh that much more firmly.

The wizard kept licking the fairy's secret spot with a tender sort of tenacity. Whenever he paused to take a breath, he sucked on the outside of her cunt, then stuck his tongue back inside of her so he could resume this carnal treatment. Zeph's reactions grew wilder and wilder as she got closer and closer to climax.

And yet again, Tor purposefully pulled his mouth away at the worst possible moment, prompting Zeph to growl in a very un-fairy-like way. She even yanked on his ears, trying in vain to get those lips back upon her and that tongue back inside her. With her honey dripping off the white hairs on his chin, the wicked wizard smiled and repeated his request: "Can I have some of your fairy dust?" His slow, low whisper tickled at her trembling sex, thus torturing her already tortured senses.

"Yes! Yes! For goodness' sake, yes!" There was no hesitation, no uncertainty from her this time. Immediately after he asked that question for the last time, Zeph released his head, held her hands right above his forehead, and waggled her fingers Like salt from a shaker, shimmering fairy dust sprinkled out from her fingers and fell all over Tor's hair, forehead and face.

Grinning triumphantly, he whispered with his mouth so close to Zeph's sex, "Thank you, sweetling." Then he reached down between her legs, gently spread her pussy open, surrounded her clit with his lips, and sucked on her.

There was no build up of pressure. When Tor sucked on Zeph's clit, he sucked on it fiercely right from the start. As he suspected it would, that got the most intense, immediate reaction from her. Her whole body shook, and her pussy jolted against his face. After several moments of near silence, when the only thing that could be heard was the wizard sucking noisily, wetly on the fairy's pearl, she screamed, letting the whole forest know that she had started to cum. That scream was music to Tor's ears, and the rush of cum that splashed his chin was just as pleasing, if not more so.

He grabbed the sides of Zeph's ass, held her firm, and sucked on her all the more. The only times Tor stopped sucking were when he had to catch his breath, or when he greedily licked or slurped from her gushing snatch. With a taste like hers, there was no way he could resist eating her out for as long as he could. Thus, her orgasm surged on and on and on. Zeph flew to places her wings had never taken her.

Eventually, the mage felt the fairy's body slump between his face and the tree. Her outcries subsided into exhausted whimpers. He figured that was as good a time as any to give the sweet little thing a rest. Besides, his lips and his tongue felt cramped.

Thoroughly pleased with himself, the wizard eased her leg off his shoulder, stood up, and caught her as she dropped towards the ground.

"Easy now, sweetling. I've got you." After lifting her into his arms, he carried her back to the clearing, where he laid her down upon a particularly dense collection of lilies. It was like a bed of flowers just for her.

"There you go. Take it easy for few minutes, then we can continue our fun." Tor was so aroused, so erect that it hurt. Using the back of his hand, he wiped some of the fairy's cream off his beard. The scent of it and the sweetness of it, some of which was still on his taste buds, made his engorged organ twitch in anticipation. She was so hot and wet when he made her cum, orally, he couldn't wait to find out how good it felt to fuck her.

While waiting for her to indicate she was ready for him, Tor ran his hands up and down her naked legs. Her flesh felt warm to the touch. It was almost dark out, but there was just enough light left for him to see that a subtle redness had suffused her pale skin. He also couldn't help but notice that her slip was still hiked over her hips, thus leaving her ass and her pussy bare. Unable to help himself, the wizard spread her legs, wide, so he could once again admire her pretty, pink pussy.

"You are absolutely ravishing," he said with a smile while caressing the moist insides of her thighs. "Are you ready for more?"

Zeph didn't respond. "Zeph?" Lifting his gaze to her face, he finally noticed that she appeared to be asleep. Through parted, candy lips, her breath flowed easily, steadily. Her eyes were closed. And although she did stir a little, it was the stirring of someone who was on her way to being claimed by the deepest of sleep.

"Well, shit," Tor muttered, frowning. Her orgasm must have taken a lot out of her. As eager as he was to fuck his first fairy, he didn't want to fuck her while she slept. He acknowledged he was a creep sometimes, but not that kind of creep.

His scalp felt itchy all of a sudden. When he scratched it, he saw a little fairy dust drizzle down, which reminded him of why he was in this clearing in the first place. Although this had been a most pleasurable experience (for one of them, anyway), eating out then fucking a fairy wasn't his original quest. And that quest may have been time sensitive.

"Damn." Lips scrunched up in a thoughtful expression, Tor considered whether he should wake her for a quickie. Ultimately, he decided against it. He had never performed an arcane ritual that utilized fairy dust before, and according to the tomes, the dust needed to be as fresh as possible to ensure the rituals' success. Every moment counted.

The wizard's disappointment was quickly replaced by a plan: he would do what he had to do, then come back here later to seek out Zenzephiriil so that they could finish what he started.

With that uncomfortable, needy ache - that heaviness in his trousers - still bothering him down below, Tor gazed down at the fairy, leaned over, and kissed her brow.

"We'll continue to this later," he promised. Zeph stirred and murmured something he couldn't understand. She really was adorable, especially in her sleep, which was why he couldn't help but smile.

Tor hopped to his feet, then snapped a specially prepared pouch off of his belt. Carefully, he brushed the fairy dust off of his hair and into the pouch. He missed some of the glitter-like substance, but that didn't matter; the ritual didn't need much. After it was done, he would still have some dust left over with which to experiment.

Once he had more than enough fairy dust, he closed the pouch, then began to jog back towards Bethe and the rest of his soldiers. But before he left the clearing, he glanced back at the sleeping fairy one last time, for now. He spoke a command word - "Solvo" - to end the spell that affected her size control abilities. After that, he disappeared into the forest.

A minute or two later, Tor was back up the hill, where Bethe awaited. The expression she wore may have looked placid, but he knew her enough to recognize when she was pissed.

"Did you get what you needed, my Lord?" Tor definitely detected a stiffness to her words.

Speaking of stiffness, during the climb up the hill, he had to think about trade negotiations, council meetings, and other unsexy things in an attempt to deflate his unsatisfied arousal. His pants still felt tight, but at least he wasn't standing in front of Bethe and his men with a giant boner.

"Yes, I got everything I needed," the mage replied, patting one of the pouches at his waist.

"I'm sure you did. I heard screaming, but it wasn't your 'hysterical scream'; it was a woman's." Bethe's striking hazel eyes narrowed.

"That was a fairy, I presume?" she continued. "You must have employed truly torturous techniques to get her to give you her dust."

"You already know the answer to that. After all, no one is more familiar with my torture techniques than you are, Captain." Grinning, Tor strode past her on his way to his horse, which was being tended by one of his men. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the hint of a smile appear on Bethe's face. It may have been his imagination, however.

"All right, men! Assemble! We've got to get back to camp, quickly!" There was no longer any need for them to be quiet, so Tor yelled those initial orders, followed by his captain of the guard riding around to ensure his orders were followed quickly and efficiently. Within minutes, the group of heavily armed men, one heavily armed woman, and the mage who lead them were all in formation and riding off towards their camp.

Tor's spirits were high at that moment. He was closer to his goal, and he felt that familiar, exhilarating energy he always felt whenever he made progress on one of his treasure hunts.

What he did not realize was that as he and his guards rode away, a purple light crested the hill, soared into the air, and followed them from above.