Lyre of Tears Ch. 03: Hide the Fairy

Zeph, whose neck and back were both curved like a bow, shook and screamed once Tor filled her, completely. He answered her scream with an outcry of his own. Beneath her, his heavy black balls got squished between her body and his. She seemed to be paralyzed by the union of their bodies at first, but eventually she began to gyrate against him. Eyes closed, Tor opened his mouth wide to moan even louder.

Believing she was too tight, too delicate to get fucked like crazy - at least right away - Tor fucked her gently, instead. The pace with which he pulled her up then pulled her back down was slow, steady. The rocking of his pelvis matched that pace.

"Gods!" Zeph screamed. "...soo big! Oh!"

Tor could only moan in response.

Zeph's arms appeared to give out, and her upper body crashed on top of his. Without missing a beat, Tor reached around her to grab both of her breasts. He fondled her breasts and ground his sweaty palms against her nipples. Down below, their colliding sexes made such moist, wicked noises together.

Twisting her neck, she turned to face him and made a whining kind of moan. Tor opened his eyes to see her tongue sticking out. Smiling around a gasp, he took the fairy's tongue between his lips to suck on it. When he paused the sucking to breathe, he massaged her tongue with his lips.

One of the wizard's hands slid down Zeph's tummy until the tips of his fingers made contact with her wide-stretched pussy. As Zeph's body undulated to the music of her ecstasy, Tor played with her clit. He rubbed it with two fingers, causing her writhing to intensify. Right up above her pussy, the heels of both his palms pushed against her belly.

He took her pearl between two fingertips to stroke it and tug on it, the ministrations gentle yet persistent. The fey slapped her hand on top of his, not to stop him, but to encourage him to keep touching her most sensitive spot. Up above, their tongues tickled each other in midair. Moments later, Tor swallowed up Zeph's tongue to kiss her, deeply. She twisted her body on top of his so that they could make out and fuck at the same time.

Having sex with the fairy felt as magical as he had imagined. With their bodies gyrating against each other - her back to his front - it was difficult to tell where he ended and she began. It took so much of his will not to cum right away so that he could revel in this bliss for as long as possible.

Losing all semblance of control, she stopped kissing him in order to scream. Tor felt her moist, pink walls spasming all around his cock, making him lose control as well. She wrapped an arm backwards around his neck, holding onto him as best as she could while they began to climax. The two of them got to ride upon the waves of euphoria, together.

Tor arched his back, lifting the petite Zeph toward the sky. Following only a few moments of motionlessness, he resumed fucking her during their orgasms. His body had to move of its own accord, driven by pure instinct since his mind was lost in pleasure. His sense of caution was forgotten. Hugging her to him with his left arm, he crammed his dick into her still hungry pussy, again and again. The two fingers on her clit flicked it and rubbed at it, non-stop. He latched his lips to her neck or to her shoulder to deliver noisy, sucking kisses thereupon. It was then that he realized that her sweat was salty like a human's, not sweet like her honey-like cum.

Zeph's body was contorted due to this onslaught of sensation. The sounds she made ranged from choked-out sobs to full-fledged screams. Down below, her cute, little toes curled. "I..can't...stop! I...Ah! Keep coming!" Right after she struggled to get those words out, her body arched sharply, perhaps because Tor had just bucked his pelvis to stuff her full once more, or because he flicked her clit just the way she liked. Maybe both.

Despite what she just croaked out, her orgasm did eventually ease. Tor stopped cumming before she did, but he continued to pump her depths to prolong her enjoyment, and his. When she could cum no more, Zeph slumped on top of him. Her breathing was ragged, and it made her chest rise up and down, repeatedly. Both of their bodies felt so hot, and their sweat-covered flesh stuck together. The purple hair that had fallen out of her braids stuck to her neck.

Giving her clit a rest for now, he brought both of his hands up to her breasts for a squeeze or two. He also ran his nails over the flesh of her bosoms, round and round. Gently, he scratched her tummy, too. Using either his nails or the backs of his fingers, he stimulated her flesh with up and down strokes.

As Tor scratched or caressed her body, Zeph whimpered in appreciation. She was mostly motionless, except for the occasional, erratic shiver. Smiling big, she turned her head to try and face him. Once she did, Tor claimed her mouth with his for more deep kissing. Her appreciative mewling turned into long moans.

Tor sucked on Zeph's tongue once more. After releasing it, he swirled his tongue around hers. The fairy kissed the tip of his tongue right before their lips reconnected and their breaths intermingled once more.

Down below, Tor took hold of both of her legs. He grabbed the bottom of her thighs and spread them wide. Next, he ran his fingertips, his nails, or his knuckles up and down her thighs, scratching or stroking her in a manner similar to how he touched her tummy and breasts moment before. Zeph squirmed under his touch.

The sound of guards talking right outside the tent's entrance flaps caught Tor's attention. Opening his eyes, he tried to peer at the entrance, but the naked fairy on top of him blocked his view. Part of his attention was on the entrance and the voices that were going away, while most of his attention remained on Zeph, who sucked on his lower lip. Bethe was also on his mind - he remembered that she could return at any moment. Although what he was doing with Zeph felt beyond nice, he knew that the smart idea would be to stop.

Well, maybe not the smart idea, but the safe one.

It was a difficult choice to make, though. The fairy felt so warm and soft, and her kiss tasted so sweet. Making the choice even harder was the fact that he was still inside of her, his mostly-erect rod throbbing against the feminine folds that enwrapped it. She squirmed and began to rock her hips, indicating that she was ready for more. If she kept that up, he'd be ready to fuck her again in a matter of moments.

Groaning, Tor finally chose caution over sex. Gripping the bottoms of her thighs, he lifted her body up while simultaneously pulling his pelvis down. His cock withdrew from her depths in spite of the way her cunt clenched in an attempt to prevent his meat from leaving. When the fat tip popped out of her, a mess of sticky cum poured out, soaking his balls and dribbling down his ass crack. All those sensations made the wizard moan.

"Nooo. I want more!" Zeph whined once Tor removed his cock from her. Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around his neck and kept his head still so she could kiss him some more. Her tongue expressed her desperation for more of his loving by tickling the inside of his mouth, even reaching for the back of his throat. As best as he could, Tor grinned around their newest kiss.

Soon, though, he pulled away. Zeph's tongue reached out to lick his lips, as though she refused to stop tasting him. Laughing, he tickled the tip of her tongue with the tip of his. "I'm sorry, sweetling, we need to stop for now. Bethe might see what we're doing, and she wouldn't like that."

"How come?" Pouting, Zeph flipped over on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Tor could feel how puffy her pale pink nipples remained. Tor couldn't help but grow more erect due to the shifting of their naked bodies. Perhaps sensing how aroused he was, the fairy rubbed the front of her moist snatch against his rod.

Tor had to fight to concentrate on what he was saying. "Mmph! Hm...how come? Mrrm...she wouldn't like it because she doesn't like sharing me."

"That's a shame." Zeph's pussy grind didn't stop. Her pelvic motions became more and more aggressive as the seconds drifted on. "Fairies share lovers all the time."

"Is that so...Oh! I didn't realize the fey were into free love." He closed his eyes and arched his neck. Unable to stop himself, he put his hands on her ass to grip them, grope them, and spread her cheeks.

"Mmm yep! I have a coupla boyfriends. I even have a girlfriend, but we mostly just kiss and stuff."

"Ohh...that's very...ah! Very open-minded of you."

"Mmm hmm! But none of them make me feel the way you do." Zeph leaned down to nibble on his neck. She kissed and licked it, too, adding her saliva to the sweat that moistened his skin. Then she nibbled on one of his ears. While she did all that, she ground the front of her body against the front of his.

"Ah! Oh, to hell with it!" Tor swung Zeph to the side and rolled on top of her, juxtaposing their positions. The purple-headed pixie giggled in triumph. Her giggling soon turned into moans when the wizard's heavy length made its way back inside of her succulent body. Forgetting what he said mere moments ago, he resumed fucking her. She opened her legs, wider, inviting him to have his way with her. It was an invitation that he accepted, eagerly.

Throwing caution to the wind, Tor fucked her far more aggressively than he did before. He pulled his pelvis upward and then slammed it back down, over and over. His loving became harder and faster with nearly each new thrust.

Despite the temptation to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensations, he forced himself to keep them open in order to see her every reaction. What he saw was Zeph's adorable face contorted by the purest pleasure. He saw her twist or arch her neck. He saw her naturally pink lips open wide, only for a squeak of a scream to escape.

As for what he felt, he felt her hidden flesh grasp his delving dick oh so tightly. It felt as though her body were thanking him for all this sexual fulfillment by milking him, begging him to cum as much as he could. Another orgasm was well on its way; he knew he would not last long. But he was determined to keep slamming her into the mattress until he lost control.

Zeph could hardly move while Tor fucked her. For the most part, she could only squirm beneath the muscular, mahogany body that crushed her to the bed. She put her little hands on the brawny upper arms that stood like pillars on either side of her. Now and then she was able to lift her hips up to meet his thrusts, but her motions were so feeble compared to his. She was at his mercy.

Beneath them both, the bed creaked and shook with the force of the mage's pumping. He grabbed one of her legs, wrapped it around his waist, and pulled on it as he pumped her. His heavy, swinging balls smacked her flesh, adding to the wet, slapping sounds made by the crashing of their crotches. What he originally thought about her turned out to be wrong - the fairy was not too delicate for a rough fucking. Instead, she craved it.

Zeph grabbed his sides, the heels of her palms digging into his sculpted obliques. Without opening her eyes, she found his shoulder with her mouth and bit down upon it. She screamed into his flesh. All of this occurred when she came.

Inside, Tor could feel every one of her womanly spasms. He thrusted into her only a few more times before her pussy milked him to another climax. Yelling out toward the headboard of his bed, he came inside her once more. His cock spread her open so wide, and it pulsated so much. With each pulse, it shot white-hot, human cum into her pixie womb.

Tor stopped thrusting. With his back curved and his face frozen into a scream, he drove into her as deep as she could take him. His balls, which were crushed between their bodies, emptied out its cream. Her pussy finally drained him of every last drop. Throughout the entire experience, his body quaked.

After he was thoroughly drained, the wizard collapsed to the side of her, onto his back. His cock got yanked out of Zeph's bright pink depths, and the mix of their juices gushed out of her. It was now her turn to have cream dripping down her crack.

Exhausted, soaked with sweat and cum, and huffing for breath, Tor flung a forearm over his eyes. It took him quite some time to steady his breathing, as well as regain his senses. Once he did, he laughed.

"Wow." Was all he could say at that moment. Zeph didn't saying anything in return, so he turned his head to check on her. Her eyes were closed, she was curled up in the fetal position, and her body was wracked by occasional, visible shudders. It looked as though she was still cumming.

"How do you feel, sweetling?" Tor asked, reaching over to stroke her cheek and her lips with a knuckle.

"Mmm..." Zeph merely moaned in response. Her body eventually calmed down, and she curled against his side, ready to sleep. Tor draped an arm around her shoulders and took the opportunity to rest as well.

Maybe a minute later, he thought he heard something just beyond the entrance flaps. Although it was a struggle to move, he managed to sit up, then strain his ears. He heard the familiar voice of Bethe just outside. He couldn't hear what she said, but he assumed she was checking in with the soldiers she assigned to guard him.

Eyes wide, Tor threw a hand onto Zeph's shoulder to shake her. "Wake up, Zeph!" he whispered. It then occurred to him that whispering was pointless, because the tent's privacy enchantment prevented any interior sound from being heard outside.

"Zeph, get up! Bethe is coming! You've got to go!"

"I dun wanna." Instead of complying, she scooched toward him. Maybe she wanted to cuddle some more instead of hide.

"Oh, gods." Tor all but leaped out of bed. He reached out for his robe, which hung on a rack on the opposite side of the bed. Invisible fingers conjured by his will grabbed the robe, lifted it off the rack, carried it above the curled-up fairy, and placed it into his waiting hand. "Zeph! C'mon, you've got to go!" he repeated as he put the robe on.

"Nope. I'm comfy. Come back to bed and you'll be comfy, too." Opening her mint green eyes only a little bit, she reached out and waggled her fingers at him to emphasize how much she wanted him to lie with her. It was a devastatingly adorable sight, and it made Tor consider simply climbing back into bed with her and accepting the consequences with Bethe.

He snapped out of that decision a second or two later. "Okay, tell you what: if you won't get up, can you at least turn small again? Please?"

"Hmph. Fine." Zeph grabbed the pillow her head rested upon, snuggled the side of her face into it, and closed her eyes. A soft, purple glow radiated from her body, and she began to shrink. In a matter of moments, the sinfully sweet, human-sized woman on his bed disappeared. What remained was the imprint of her body on the mattress - an imprint which was already fading - as well as the tiny glow that appeared in the middle of a pillow.

Tor breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning over the pillow, he squinted at it. Sure enough, he saw the diminutive fairy - still naked and now with visible fey wings - apparently asleep. She began to blink in a way that reminded Tor of the fireflies he chased when he was a kid.

Bethe had not yet entered. Quickly but carefully, Tor used the invisible fingers of his mind to pick up the pillow and carry it toward his wardrobe. Using that same telekinetic touch, he opened the wardrobe, placed the pillow and the fairy inside, and closed it. He then found his slippers and walked toward the tent entrance.

Tall, powerful, and deadly, Bethe entered right as he approached. Glancing over her shoulder, she made sure she was out of sight of her men and within the tent's sphere of privacy. When she turned back around, a grin was on her lovely, bronze-skinned face. "Did you sleep well, my Lord?" Her pale blue eyes twinkled at him.

Tor returned the smile, hoping he did a good job of hiding his anxiety. "Yes, well enough."

Bethe's grin disappeared. "Is something wrong, Lord Loviotor? You're sweating." She crossed the distance between them and placed her hand upon his firm chest, which was left exposed because he didn't close the front of his robe, completely.

Looking down, Tor saw that his dark skin glistened with sweat. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and sure enough the fabric was visibly moistened when he pulled it away.

"Yes, I'm fine. I had a nightmare, that's all. I dreamed that I was being eaten alive. It must've given me night sweats. You have nothing to worry about."

"It's my job to worry." The strong, feminine hand on his chest lifted, caressing its way to the side of his neck. Bethe tilted her head to the side, and her eyelids half-closed. It was clear that she wanted a kiss. Tor found himself suddenly hungry for her lips, too, so he found her mouth with his. She was delicious as always, and her kiss was fierce as usual, but it did not last as long as he would have liked.

Pulling back, Bethe gave him a quizzical look. "Your lips taste like candy." She laughed. "What is that, some sort of woman's lip balm? Or were you eating sweets just now?"

"The latter. You know me and my sweet tooth too well, darling." Tor was pleased by how convincing that lie sounded.

"I've told you before to be mindful of your sweet tooth." Bethe patted his gut. "It'd be a shame if you developed a pot belly."

Tor feigned physical pain at the mere thought of ever becoming fat. He then took her hand off his belly so he could press sweet, little kisses to the tips of her calloused fingers. "Would you still find me attractive if I had a pot belly?"

"You know I would." Bethe's other hand found its way to his cheek. The way she gazed at him reminded him that her devotion was unshakable.

"But let's not prove it." Catching him off guard, she delivered a jab to his abdomen. It wasn't meant to be a hard punch, but it still caused the wizard to double over, make a funny face, and make a funny noise that sounded like air being blown out of a bellows.

"Stay in shape, my Lord. I want you to live a long, healthy life, and that won't happen if you continue snacking late at night." Smiling, Bethe placed a loving kiss to his forehead, cupped the side of his face with one hand, then turned around.

"No more late night candy!" Bethe reminded him before she exited. She never shared his bed when they were out; she only slept with him when they were in Agisgrad.

"...Good night. Ohh." Groaning, Tor took a seat at his meeting table and thought about how strong Bethe was. This was how painful her punches were when she was being playful. He wondered how hard she would hit if she really meant it.

Remembering the fairy who was asleep in his wardrobe, he hoped he wouldn't soon find out.

Tor stripped off his robe, kicked off his slippers, and returned to bed. He opted to let Zeph sleep in the closet. After all, he had a busy day that day, so it was a good idea to get a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep.

*****

Tor Moraine awoke to the unpleasant feel of blood trickling down his face.

"Huph...?" Dazed, all he knew at that moment was that his head hurt and he tasted dirt in his mouth. He tried to open his eyes, but one was sticky with his blood; it stung when some of it seeped through his open eyelid. Shutting that eye, he opened the other to see what the hell was going on.

He was on the ground. It was daytime. He was hot. It dawned on him that all around him were the sounds of battle. Men shouted. Horses whinnied. Boots and hooves stomped on the dirt, kicking up clouds of dust.

Sitting up, he tried to remember how he ended up on the ground. He recalled riding at the head of a platoon of his soldiers. Together, they rode their horses down a road with dense forest on either side of it. He remembered thinking about the orc witch he was on the way to meet and question about the Lyre of Tears. Finally, he remembered seeing Bethe on her horse, galloping toward him and screaming something.