Pixie Feast

"Look!" I shouted, pointing in joyful celebration. "Look Trista, it's over. They've finally finished. Now it's our time."

She nodded excitedly in response and we moved a few inches closer to the woman's shaven slit. But suddenly, she pursed her nether lips with her fingers, holding the coveted ejaculate within while with her other hand, she reached to the table next to the bed, feeling for some object resting there.

"Now what?" Trista called in abject frustration.

Shrugging my shoulders, we took flight again to see what she was reaching for. A glance revealed all. There it was, a bejeweled vaginal clip which she expertly slipped between her legs, over her massive clit and onto her vulva, whose thick labia held the object tightly in place, sealing her against any possibility of leakage. She smiled lovingly at the man, sucked the vestige of cum from her fingers and after kissing him again, nestled her face in his shoulder before drifting off to sleep.

Though he too appeared exhausted from the past hour of what seemed to us indecent madness, he too eventually closed his tired blue eyes and breathing deeply once again, fell into slumber.

Locked as we were from her secured vagina, it was then that Trista and I flew to him, now grown soft and pendulous, still middlingly sticky from their passionate wickedness but with little left for consumption.

With her tiny hands, Trista, struggled to move his enormous testicles, first one and then the other and did her best to create a semblance of the arousal the woman had so handily engendered -- yes, handily, whilst I pushed with all my might against his sensitive underside, to force the remaining drop of semen to its tip.

In the end, we both took turns licking the translucent nectar. With each lap, Trista, now lying on her back, her eyes floating lazily into her lids, opened her mouth to receive her reward, dropped onto her tongue from my own, all the while rolling the thick substance in her mouth before swallowing, whereupon, she took a lick and did the same for me.

Sadly, we both knew it wasn't the lavish feast we had waited so patiently for.

Trista was furious and upset. "All this for a single drop...she had some nerve Ariel," she snapped, as we touched the rapidly drying tip of the man's endearing penis. "She kept it all for herself in the end; to make a human child no doubt. Oh, I really scorn her."

"Trista don't," I admonished quietly, knowing she wasn't herself due to the endorphins just now taking hold in our swirling minds. "The woman only did what she thought best. Remember, she knows nothing of our needs as we are incorporeal to her."

But still and all, pixies are committed to playing tricks on humans, so we smiled and nodded to one another as we flew in silence to the woman's ear. As she rested contentedly on her lover's shoulder, we both shouted in unison, at the top of our lungs, "WAKE UP WENDY!"

Sitting up with a start, a look of fright on her otherwise radiant face, she hastily searched about, but by then we had flown off, had slipped under the crack in the window and into the darkness of the night.