The Forest Bakery Ch. 01

"No, no," sang the noirette, her long straight black hair trailing after her like a waterfall of shadow as she dove down beneath the bridge—and out of sight. "We'd never leave a handsome fellow in distress like you!"

"Really." He squirmed, feeling the wind of her wingbeats by his feet. "I'm good."

"Oh, but we insist!" teased the blonde. Bounce-bounce-bounce-damn it stop staring at her chest before you give her ideas-bounce. "You don't think we'd leave you here just because of all those rude things you said to us, do you?"

"Very rude things to say to fairies," purred the peach fairy, as she flew down to join the noirette.

Nico tried his best winning smile. "I'm sorry about that. Really. Like you said, I'm having a bad day."

He flinched. Something was stroking his sole, where the shoe had developed the hole. Tiny fingertips dancing along his sensitive feet.

"Aw, such a sweet apology!" The blonde reached up and squished her tits together, forcing his eyes back to them as if they were glued. "Now we've got to help you!"

"I don't want help!" he insisted, biting his lip to hold in a giggle as the tickling grew more insistent. He heard barely-suppressed laughs escaping from down below. He kicked desperately, but encountered only air. Then the tickling resumed, even more focused, as they recognized just how sensitive he was.

"But we insist," purred the blonde, leaning in. Her tiny-but-proportionately-massive tits bounced before his captive eyes. "And you're gonna be a good boy, right, babe?"

He squirmed helplessly, and a tiny whimpered giggle escaped him as the tickling intensified. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more glimmering lights reflected in the stream, and he realized to his horror that there were a lot of fairies heading his way.

His holey shoe slipped off his foot and he heard it splash in the creek below.

Then the other followed.

He didn't know what to say. The boobies bounced before his eyes, holding his bouncing brain in check, while his tongue fumbled to find words that wouldn't make it worse.

But all he could manage was a pathetic, "Oh, please," as the fairies set to work tickling his feet, his toes, his ankles, beneath his knees, his inner thighs—everywhere the multitudes of tiny temptresses could find to tickle.

He tried to resist—tried to resist the teasing whispers, the bouncing breasts, and the endless stimulation—even when his trousers joined his shoes in the creek, and the merciless tickling started to access more... sensitive areas.

But soon, his cock throbbing, his eyes squeezed shut against the hypnosis, and his lower body thrashing in helpless, torturous delight, Nico was squealing with laughter, giggling helplessly as the fairies set to work punishing him for his earlier rudeness.

And their own giggles and coos of delight and triumph filled his ears. He thrashed and bucked, crying, panting and gasping for breath, begging with every word he could muster for mercy as the fairies teased and tortured him.

After a solid minute that felt like an eternity, a new voice reached his ears. A familiar voice.

"Oh, goodness," it exclaimed, almost drowned out by his and the fairies' giggling, "what have we here?"

His eyes opened. The blonde fairy was gone, down below the bridge to join in the punishment.

The mistlemaid hanged down from the branches of a nearby oak tree, beaming at him. He felt his cheeks burning, realizing his state.

She giggled.

"So how about that kiss?" she cooed.

He gulped. The fairies' tickling made it so hard to focus, but he managed to isolate enough willpower to hold in his giggles. "I... I..."

It began to rain, as the fairies started to pull his underwear away.

"Aw, c'mon." The mistlemaid leaned in, smirking. Her plump lips smacked as she blew him a little kiss, and he practically felt it on his cheek. "I told you it was bad luck, cutie, to refuse a kiss from a mistlemaid!" Her breasts jiggled before him as she leaned down low, the branch bending to allow her to sit right above him.

Nico struggled to keep control. He couldn't let her kiss him. That was so insanely risky. The worst these fairies would do was... was tease, but they'd definitely let him go afterward. What if the mistlemaid didn't?

He felt the tiniest of tickling tongues run over the head of his cock. "Ooh," he heard the blonde cooing, "he likes that!"

"Here," the mistlemaid murmured, extending her hand. "Just be a gentleman. I'll get you out of this."

Nico stared at her hand. Her skin looked so soft. So smooth.

Just... one kiss?

He bit his lip to hold in a squeak as more tongues joined the first. The fairies were giving his cock an unbearable tiny tongue bath, and he was already so sensitive...

"Fine," he managed, craning his neck. "Sure. Just... just one kiss."

The mistlemaid's eyes shone with pure pleasure as she extended her hand and he took it with his and planted as chaste a kiss he could manage upon it.

She tasted surprisingly piney, reminding him vaguely of winter festivals, of wreaths and hanging mistletoe. Sweet. He tried to make his kiss tender, praying this would satisfy the wicked fey.

She gave a coquettish giggle and withdrew her hand, curtseying slightly. "There we go! Such a good boy."

As she spoke the praise, he couldn't help but giggle back—the fairies were intensifying their attentions to his toes, and no matter how he kicked, they always evaded him—and always seemed to take it as encouragement.

She took his hand, smiling, and began to rise. To his intense relief, she pulled him up easily from the bridge, and he heard the fairies sighing in disappointment as he was once again set onto solid ground.

Nico gave a nervous laugh, finding himself naked from the waist down before a markedly pretty woman (oak leaves notwithstanding, though he had to admit they were kind of fetching). He shifted slightly, finding his balance as he walked very carefully to the other side of the bridge. He noticed the rain had now stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. "O-Okay. Great. So... curse lifted?"

The mistlemaid giggled. He watched her breasts jiggle slightly as she laughed. She followed after him, still sitting on her animated branch. "Yup! All better! Although... oh, wait." She pouted. His eyes briefly diverted from her breasts to those luscious lips as she tapped them thoughtfully with one finger. "Oh, darn!"

His mind felt weirdly fuzzy. Nico blinked, forcing himself to start staring at her lips, afraid she might get ideas.

"W-What's the matter?" he stammered, taking a step back. His eyes settled down on her breasts, which were coming closer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her lips curving upwards in a big smile. "Oh, nothing! It's just... I dunno if we totally lifted the curse." Bounce. Bounce. Gods, Nico felt so weak for tits right now. He licked his lips.

Then her words register, and he blinked. "Huh?"

"Weell, see..." She put a hand on his, bringing it up to kiss. He pulled away nervously, just in time. She leaned in. "That was a really, really nice kiss. You're such a good kisser!"

Nico felt his cheeks flushing. "Um. Thank you?" Okay, she was clearly trying to set him up again. But the last time he'd refused her, things had just gotten worse. Damn it, how did you win with a mistlemaid?

"You're welcome!" she gushed, patting his head—and, it felt like, ever-so-subtly guiding his head down, so he could stare right at her breasts, barely-concealed by that hot sweater. "But the problem is, the only way to dispel bad luck is with good luck. And just one kiss... I dunno. It might not cut it!"

"Mm." Nico nodded slightly. "And... what would?" He tried to keep his tone neutral, conversational.

"Why, seven kisses, of course!" She beamed. "Seven is the luckiest number in the world. Just seven quick kisses..." She stroked his hair. "... and then you're all fine, cutie!"

"... I see." He leaned away from her petting. Yes, it felt nice, soothing, but that was the point. She was trying to weaken his resolve. Drain his will with little touches, slight strokes, subtle jiggles. Subtle jiggles. Jiggling and... and bouncing...

He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes back to hers. Her eyes glimmered with ill-concealed glee. He could tell how excited she was for these kisses. How badly she needed them. The way she bit her lip in excitement—and she had such plump, full, kissable lips, cocksucking lips... It was as if she was made for kissing.

And though Nico knew nothing about mistlemaids, just from the name and plant motif, he had a feeling she was. Even one more kiss might be one too many.

But after the day he'd had... Nico licked his lips, trying to think clearly. Trying not to ogle her tits too overtly as she leaned in closer over him, even though they were right at his eye level. He couldn't take another day of 'bad luck.' Worse things than tickle-happy fairies prowled the Evergreen Forest, and the next time he got stuck somewhere, it might be a juvenile arachne girl that found him, or a Thriae patrol, or a hungry pack of wolves. Plus, he might step in more boobisbrable, and just look at what a few prickles had done to him.

He watched the boobs bounce.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Squishing together...

Nico swallowed, realizing that she was deliberately bouncing and groping her breasts in front of his eyes. He forced his attention back to her eyes, even as he realized that this was... just what she... what she...

She smiled. Her eyes sparkled and glimmered and flashed with pretty colors. Nico felt his brain tingling as she reached up and put her index finger under his chin, holding it upright. "Cutie," she cooed, batting her eyelashes, "my eyes are up i>here!"

"Nuh." He tried to speak, and flushed when only that humiliating sound came out. It was hard to speak with her holding his chin up.

"Poor boy," she murmured, stroking under his chin soothingly, as her eyes bored into his, held his, endless seas of blue. "I didn't notice how much you liked my tits before!"

"Nn. B'biesbr'mble." His mumbling protest was barely coherent.

"Just one kiss?" she cooed, giggling. "Then you can stare at them all you want! Just one, and one, and one, and one..." She licked her lips. "... and one, and one, and then you're all done! And you can just stare and sink and be a good, cute slave for tits if that's what you want!"

He managed to shake his head. With all his mental will, he pulled away from the fingertip. "I'm fine," he growled, turning away. Damn the luck. He felt too light and fuzzy to even think about...

"What if I let you kiss my breast?"

Nico froze.

No. Don't even think about it. Don't even... don't even...

He was thinking about it. Thinking about her breast, so soft and warm, the skin so smooth and flawless, so easy to sink into... oh, to feel it, to kiss it...

Nico had always had an embarrassing thing for holstaurs, goblin maids, Thriae, and other busty bimbos. But now, that little kink was ten times its normal size, and just the thought of touching this mistlemaid made his brain melt like putty.

He turned, head in a fog, eyelids suddenly leaden. "I..." As he watched, she pulled her low-cut sweater down even lower, lower, lower, until its hem was just clinging to one of her pert nipples, the barely visible areola a dark emerald, a beautiful contrast to the lighter green of her beautiful cleavage.

"I, um..." He tried to focus on his words, but found his thoughts unable to turn away from the sight before him. He had to see the rest. He had to. Had to. Had...

He gasped when the sweater slipped the rest of the way down, his relief palpable.

She cupped a hand beneath the exposed breast, holding it up for his inspection. "C'mere, cutie," she purred, and her voice was as sweet as molasses, as gentle as a feather, as if she was taming a wild animal. "C'mere. Come on! It's okay." She stroked the breast with her other hand, drawing his eyes helplessly toward the nipple as her fingers danced. "That's a good boy."

He felt himself taking a step. Then another.

"There we go." She sounded breathless. Her voice was silky, seductive, irresistible. "C'mere, cutie. Aw, that's right. Just a little closer. You like my tits, don't you? Mm... yes... yes..."

And before he knew what was happening, Nico was right in front of her, staring helplessly at the breast.

"Go ahead," she hissed, and he could hear the triumph in her voice. "Go ahead, cutie. Just one little kiss... hee, at least to start..."

And seeming to lose patience, she put her hand on the back of his head and eased him down into her soft, warm cleavage.

And he kissed her.

Once again, that wonderful sweetness filled his lungs and tingled upon his tongue, upon his lips. His lips felt so wonderfully sensitive as he found her pulling him closer, found himself pressing eagerly into the kiss, immersing himself in her cleavage. Dizzy desire filled him. He found himself longing to let the kiss go on forever, to keep this fuzzy pleasure buzzing in his brain. To submit completely.

He felt so foggy, he wasn't sure if he managed to pull away or if she pulled him away. He just found himself staring up into her shining, pretty eyes.

"That's right," she murmured, stroking his hair. "That's good. That's such good luck!" She patted him. "But, um, I did kinda forget to mention something else."

He stared up into her eyes, willing himself to leave this foggy bliss, to recover some willpower, but her eyes just kept sparkling, so easy to lose himself in...

"There's a special rule about mistlemaids, see!" She giggled, dimples flushed with excitement, as if she could barely contain herself. "Um, see, when you kiss one breast... you have to kiss the other, right?"

He blinked. That didn't sound true. With all his might, Nico tried to frown...

But her petting made it hard. "That's right," she purred, licking her lips, "and you know I'm telling the truth, because my eyes are far too pretty for me to ever be able to look you in the eyes and lie, aren't they?" Her eyes swirled with beautiful colors, beautiful patterns. "You know you can trust me. I would never lie to you." She leaned in, finally dropping down from the branch so only a thin limb remained wrapped delicately around her waist. Her eyes came closer and closer. "Would I?"

"N... no..." Nico's head felt so heavy. He couldn't hold it up forever, and helplessly, he found himself lowering back down to stare at her tits.

She'd put her right tit away, but her sweater was cut so low now it was almost an embarrassment. He could practically fit in there with her at this point. His heart felt like it was already lost to her, lost to that plentiful cleavage.

He had to get free of this curse, he told himself, as he leaned in and nuzzled her left breast. She sighed happily and wriggled as he used his lips to tug her sweater down, then fastened his lips on a nipple and...

Oh, this kiss felt so nice. He felt so molten and gooey as the fuzz filled his head, once again stroking the worries out of him. She was so warm, so smooth, and she tasted so good.

His heart fluttered as he felt her petting his hair again. That felt so nice. He couldn't help but moan as she wriggled against him, reminding him of his total nudity. "Good boy," she cooed in his ear as he kissed and licked and worshiped. "Such a good kisser! It's like you were born for this, silly!"

Her praise felt wonderful, and so did her mischievous fingers as he felt them wrapping around his cock and start slowly pumping. He whimpered. Oh, that felt so good. She knew just how to take care of him...

He pulled back at last, breathless, wide-eyed. No. No, he had to... resist...

She smiled beatifically down at him. And started pumping faster. "Good boy," she gushed, as he moaned and cried. "Another kiss, now, sweetie!"

And this time, she guided him up by the chin to her, and it felt so wonderful, so natural, to let her... let her...

"No, wa—" he cried, but too late, and far, far too softly, as she kissed him.

Her lips were every bit as plush and lush and sensuous as he'd imagined. Her tongue thrust into his mouth. He trembled, squirmed, but luckily she had him in her arms now. She would take care of him.

He was melting into the kiss. It felt like it would never end, like all time had stopped so that she could drown him in pleasure forever. And he didn't mind that, did he?

Her eyes still held him. She was so happy with him, he knew, staring into those eyes. He was such a good kisser. It felt so good to be good.

She pulled back with a giggle, and Nico fell back, dazed, swooning into her arms. He felt himself being lowered to the ground, and his head spun with disorientation as he realized that they were in some kind of... cage now. Strange plants—mistletoe—was growing around them both, rising up to form a sort of birdcage to contain Nico and his lover.

"Whuh?" he managed, dazedly, feeling the cage rising into the air.

She beamed and stroked his hair. And her other hand just kept stroking his cock. Edging him. He wanted to get up, wanted to protest, but he was so horny, so sleepy and dizzy and fuzzy... "Don't worry, sweetie," she cooed, giggling. "Miss Sultra has you now. Ooh, you're gonna be my cute boytoy for a while, before Lady Honeysuckle comes to check on us. Doesn't that sound<>fun?

Fun. Nice. Pleasure. Just lying here and being attended to, kissed, edged. Nico's head spun like he was in a whirlpool. He wanted to... wanted to... but her hand...

He lay there, limp, helpless, staring up into her eyes as the vines propped him up into a sitting position, and her head slowly descended into his lap.

"And we still," Miss Sultra said sweetly, licking her lips, her eyes spiraling with seductive triumph, "have four more kisses to go!"

"But... but, um..." Nico's voice was soft, almost unrecognizable to him, as he watched her sink lower, felt her lips settling on the head of his cock to take him in the kiss he so desperately needed. He whimpered as she started to take him in her mouth.

But she waited. She stayed their, his tip held ever-so-sweetly between her lips, a long, drawn out, almost chaste kiss. He needed it. He needed her. His heart pounded. His brain was dripping down between his legs, craving the submission, craving the life of her happy, obedient slave. Craving the next kiss.

She batted her eyelashes and giggled.

"O-Okay," he whimpered.

And Miss Sultra's eyes shone with triumph as her head started to bob in his lap.

And as she began to eagerly suck, Nico drowned in pleasure.

His last free-willed thought, as he obediently lost himself within her shining blue eyes and her soft, luscious lips, to the wet sound of her sucking, her moans, his own cries of bliss, was a vague sort of curiosity. He wondered if he could have avoided this by being a good boy from the outset, by letting her kiss him when she'd first offered. Bad things happened when he disobeyed pretty girls. Because this... this was bad, right?

Then Miss Sultra's tongue went to work as well, and all thought melted into pure, stupid, obedient lust as he started to buck helplessly into his Mistress's third kiss.

Her words swirled endlessly through his head like molten sugar as his orgasm hit, as climax flooded his poor, hypnotized mind.

Four more kisses to go.

~ ~ ~ ~

Meanwhile, some ways away, a woman with hair the color of pink cotton candy hummed as she rolled out a lump of sweet-smelling dough. Sweet smells immersed her, in fact, and her scarlet smile was the sweetest of all—except perhaps for her lovely voice.