The Leprechaun's Charms

She stroked me up and down a few times then slid her lips back over the head. Her mouth was small, but she was a trooper, and she breathed through her little upturned nose as she slid her molten tongue around my sensitive glans.

I lay back, my head bursting with flashes of maddening pleasure. But I felt frustration rising as well. The leprechaun was having fun at my expense, I realised, teasing me mercilessly. But I let her get away with it for a while. I was enjoying the sight of her half-naked body, her large boobs swaying and her heart-shaped butt clad in emerald-green wiggling in the air.

Finally I sat forward on my knees and drew my hands down to her boobs, cupping them. I felt her lips tighten around my shaft and she stopped licking and started sliding me in and out of her throat. Each boob was big relative to her own size, but I easily contained them in each hand. Her nipples were stiff against my palms and I couldn't resist taking them between my thumb and forefinger and giving them a tweak.

The leprechaun gasped and redoubled her sucking. I guess she enjoyed what I was doing. I drew my hands down along her surprisingly flat stomach and found the buckle of her trousers.

She slipped my cock from her mouth. "Hey, what's yer game?"

"I just want to see that butt of yours," I said as I pulled the buckle open and slowly slid the now-loose brogue down from around her hips. She was wearing matching green pants underneath and I hooked my thumbs around the waistband and pulled them down too, exposing the soft white globes of her charming rear end. With her short stature, it was far less of a reach than with a human girl, and I could almost cover the whole of her butt with one hand.

The leprechaun wiggled her hips, helping me as I pulled her trousers and underwear down off her legs. She kicked off her brogues and her trousers soon joined them on the floor when I flung them there as well, her sopping underwear still wrapped inside them.

The leprechaun was wet and I wasted no time slipping a hand down beneath her legs. I encountered a nice soft patch of pubic hair there and beneath it the velvety softness of her sex, slick with excitement.

She took my dick from her mouth. "Stop arsin' about," she murmured. "Can't ye see I'm champin' for it?"

I'd intended to tease her, but my head was so dizzy with delight from her spirited blowjob that I put all thoughts of revenge aside and set to work. I slid one finger in, and then another. She was tight, but there seemed enough space for my cock.

I took my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth. She tasted delicious, salty and spicy. My head reeled and I decided I needed to taste her more. I lifted her up bodily, my cock slipping out of her mouth, and she squealed and began kicking her legs about.

"Hey," I said. "Settle down! I'm not going to hurt you. It's my turn."

I lay back and swung her around so that she was lying on my chest and stomach, her butt facing me. She slipped my dick back in her mouth, but when I leaned forward to eat her out I found she was far too short to make it work. I grabbed her round the waist and pulled her down so that her legs were on either side of my head. I had to make do with a hand- rather than a blowjob now, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make to taste more of her delicious juices.

Her butt close up was even paler than the rest of her, creamy and white like panacotta. I pulled her down and slid my tongue over her, basting her sex with my saliva. She cried out and started to shiver. I paid close attention to her diamond-hard little button before slipping my tongue back into her delightfully sticky and savoury little box. She moaned and pushed her butt down on top of me, wanting more of my tongue, her ample thighs locking my head in a vice.

I brought her to the edge of climax but pulled away at the last moment. I figured she deserved it: 'following orders' or not, she'd enjoyed tormenting me and I was eager to give her a taste of her own medicine. But when she looked back at me over her shoulder, her little pixyish face wore such a hang-dog expression that I changed my mind. I rolled her off my chest onto her back on the bed and dove my face between her legs. With her fragrant pubic hair tickled my nose, my tongue soon had her squealing and moaning again.

"Ah! Go on outa that," she cried, grabbing my hair and pulling my head away. I fell back on my elbows while she hopped onto her feet and threw her arms around my neck. "We haven't even had a decent snog yet!"

She brought her rosebud lips against my mouth and her tiny pink tongue slipped inside. Her kisses were aggressive and I was soon gasping around her slick lips as she leaned against me and pushed me down onto my back. She was too small to straddle me properly and ended up lying on my chest, her toes barely reaching my knees. With her tongue delving in and out of my mouth, she squeezed my dick between her thick thighs.

At last the leprechaun pulled away, her neck flushed pink, her red hair a dishevelled halo about her head.

"Ah, tis no use. I can't stand it any longer!" She reached back and took hold of my dick and with a graceful little hop backwards she slid herself straight down onto me.

I'd been wondering if I'd be too big for her, but the fear proved groundless. She was slick and broiling inside her pot of gold and I groaned in erotic agony as I slid deep inside. She grinned down at me in triumph and began to bounce up and down on my hardness. There was nothing else to do but grip her around the hips and help her.

"Ah! I knew ye'd be a fine ride," she gasped as I drove myself deeper still into her. The spicy smell of her excitement grew thicker as her juices ran freely down my length to pool on the lower part of my belly. Fucking a leprechaun was very different to fucking a human woman: she was so short and light that I had no difficulty in lifting her almost clear off my dick with each thrust. As a result, each stroke back into her felt like the first, her exquisitely sticky insides engulfing my dick to the hilt.

But soon I let her take control and slid my hands up along her smooth sides and onto those gorgeously heavy breasts of hers. I cupped them both and played with her large nipples as she ground herself against me in earnest. Her little button was hard against the base of my dick and I knew from the growing heat surrounding me that she was getting close.

Then the leprechaun fell forward and lay on top of me on all fours, her hands against my chest, a more comfortable position for her to bounce even faster up and down on my cock. The angle of my penetration changed and incredibly I found myself bottoming out inside the horny little creature.

Her dark eyes stared into mine as she tossed her hair and bit her lip in concentration, her pale freckled cheeks now as pink as an apple. The sight was so utterly adorable I felt myself slipping over the edge as well. I groaned and clawed at the bed-sheet like I was possessed.

"Aye, that's it," she gasped, sweat matting her curly red locks. "That's it!"

"I'm going to come," I gasped. I lifted a hand to her face to caress her cheek and she nuzzled against it. Her dark eyes, hooded with excitement, fell upon mine

"Well come, then!" she panted.

Her bouncing became feverish and there was no more holding back. With a growling cry I came, the back of my head exploding with pleasure as I spilled what felt like a fire-hose of boiling hot semen inside her.

The leprechaun's mouth fell open and she cried out as well, slamming herself down so hard that I felt my back crack. She kept her pelvis glued to mine as I continued to spurt inside her. I pulled her down against me and she smothered her face into my chest and kissed and licked my sweat-slick skin.

Moaning, there seemed to be no end to my spasming inside her, the pleasure still mysteriously intense, and I wondered if I was ever going to stop coming. But at last I did and the insane delight wracking my body slowly ebbed away.

"Holy shit," I gasped, my hands slipping over the leprechaun's back as she shivered with the aftershocks of her own climax. I was going to make some joke like 'Once you go craic, you never go back', but luckily the words refused to come. Instead I just crushed the still-panting leprechaun against me. Her eyes were closed and after while my dick grew soft and slipped out of her, along with an overflowing mixture of my semen and her juices. She gasped and muttered in disappointment, but now free of me she squirmed up higher so that she could nuzzle her face into the crook of my neck. With her diminutive size, she was just like a big soft toy and I cuddled her, one hand slipping down to rub that amazing little bubble-butt of hers. Her thighs were slick with sweat and sticky with our juices and I knew I should probably get up and find us some tissues to clean us with, but I was struck with such incredible lethargy that was unable to move.

After an eternity of wallowing in delicious mutual exhaustion, the little leprechaun stirred and I opened my eyes. She was staring straight into them, her black eyes glowing with warmth and mischief.

"Ah! Ye were a fine ride, cub. It's been many a year since I last enjoyed the touch of a human." I felt her prod at my exhausted penis with a toe. "Aye, you're nicely equipped and no mistaking."

"So your men are hung like leprechauns, is that what you're saying?" I chuckled at my almost-joke.

The leprechaun snorted and pushed her face back into my chest. "Ah, away with yer blarney."

We lay there together in silence. Usually I can't stand it for long if a girl lies on top of me after sex, but the little leprechaun was no burden at all and I enjoyed the weight of her on my chest and stomach. Eventually, though, I broke the silence.

"I just realised something," I said.

"Ah, here it comes," she murmured.

"No," I said. "I'm just wondering what your name is."

"My name?" She opened her eyes and smiled across at me. "Well, if it's my name ye want to be knowing, then call me Cait."

"Cait," I repeated. "Cait."

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't you say it."

I ignored her. "Kiss me, Cait."

Her eyes went wide and she glared at me, but the grin that quickly slipped onto her lips made a mockery of it. She closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine. Her hot little tongue, salty with our shared exertion, slipped into my mouth and for a long, leisurely time we kissed, or 'snogged', as she called it. We were still kissing when she suddenly went slack and her tongue slipped out of my mouth.

Just like a little kid might, she'd fallen asleep, and I wasn't far behind her.

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I woke from a confused, erotic dream to find that Cait was already awake, toying with my rapidly hardening dick and flicking at the head with her little pink tongue.

"Ah! Yer awake finally." She turned her attention back to my dick and drew her mouth over the head, making me groan. I was still sensitive from my previous orgasm, but incredibly I soon got hard again.

"Ye seem ready," she murmured. After giving the shaft a few experimental strokes, she straddled me and was about to slip her already dripping sex down onto my erection when I grabbed hold of her and lifted her off me bodily.

"Hey!" she cried. "What's yer game?"

"My turn," I said, throwing her onto the bed and pulling her hips back so that she was on her hands and knees. I parted her cheeks and buried my face into her butt, licking at the tiny pink hole. She cried out in shock and delight and she wiggled and gasped as I squirmed my tongue deep inside her. She smelled and tasted delicious and my dick became even harder without any help from my hands.

I pulled away and quickly mounted her from behind. There was barely any resistance when I slid into her and I was soon pumping in and out with a frenzied rhythm, eliciting excited and inarticulate cries from her slackly open mouth. I leaned over her, completely overshadowing her smaller body, and panted as I thrust my hips madly, her soft butt slapping over and over against my abdomen.

This time there was no teasing, no holding back. I fucked the little leprechaun with angry, incessant thrusts and she met every one of them. In no time at all I cried out and came inside her a second time, continuing to fuck her in a daze of pleasure as my semen basted the walls of her womb. Cait pushed back, squeezing her butt against me and wiggling her hips, as if seeking to squeeze every last bit of my semen from me, and soon her panting became a long, wailing cry like a banshee as she came as well.

I collapsed on top of her, smothering her with my larger body, but when she squealed out in alarm I rolled onto my back. Straightaway she leaped on top of me, threw her arms around my neck and attacked my face with a barrage of hot, angry kisses.

We lay together on the bed. After a while Cait sat up. She rubbed her belly and made a grab for some tissues.

"Phew," she murmured. "Ye filled me to overflowin'."

I chuckled, but then something occurred to me and my face fell. "Uh, Cait, I don't suppose humans and leprechauns can..."

Cait laughed. "Ha! Ya big dope, fairy folk only get pregnan' if we wish it, so set yer mind at peace."

I lay back down and chuckled. My entire body was still tingling with pleasure. I reached out and ran my fingers along the delicious hourglass contour of her body.

Cait sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Going for a shower?" I asked.

Cait shook her head, and with a click of her fingers and a flash of leprechaun gold her hair was set back in place and her skin was left pure and glowing as if she'd come fresh from bathing.

"I wish I could do magic," I murmured.

"Aye," she said. "Jus' one of the perks of bein' a little person." Then she clicked her fingers again and her flute appeared above her, floating in a cloud of gold dust. She plucked it from the air and brought it to her lips and started to play. The sound was high and quick, but beneath it was a mournfulness that seems to lie behind all Irish music. I wondered back at how much I had hated the sound of that flute.

"Beautiful," I said when she finished.

She glanced at me with her big green eyes and smiled. "Penneys. I'm miles better at playing that other kind o' flute. But ye already know that."

She stood up and with another click of her fingers her clothes flew up from where they'd been tossed onto the floor and span around her head.

"Are you going already?" I asked. I could hear how thick with disappointment my voice was but I didn't care if she noticed it.

Cait smiled at me. "Yer sweet, ye know that? But I'm long overdue to make a report to the King." She clucked her teeth. "No rest fer the wicked, unfortunately."

I watched her slip her clothes back on with their magical help. "Will you come back?" I asked.

Cait laughed. "'Course I will. After a fleagh like that, how couldn't I?" She hopped over to me, now dressed in her trousers again, her stomach comically large with the cushion, and kissed me on the lips. "Just be listening out fer me flute. I'll be back as soon as I can manage."

As she went to go I grabbed her ridiculous conical hat off the ground and popped it on her head.

"You forgot something."

Cait turned back and looked up at me, her wide green eyes suddenly vulnerable. I leaned down and cupped her chin in my hands and gave her a longer, deeper kiss than that earlier disappointing peck on the lips. Her tongue quested into my mouth and she moaned as I stroked the softness of her neck behind her ears.

At last she broke away. "Now, I really have ta..."

"Wait!" I said. "Your beard!" It was lying in a little curled heap on the floor. I moved to scoop it up but Cait flicked her fingers and the little heap vanished, a new, fresh beard appearing on her chin.

She fixed her glistening eyes on mine. Even under her disguise they were achingly beautiful. "Now remember, mind. Listen out fer me flute."

Then, with a deep sweep of her hat and a wink she did a little somersault and vanished.

I slumped back on the bed and watched the last vestiges of gold dust dissolve away

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Cait was a leprechaun of her word. The next day she appeared to me while I was sitting watching TV. I'd almost convinced myself that I'd had some kind of weird hallucinogenic breakdown the previous day brought on by a severe case of blue-balls when I heard that gentle fluting. With an explosion of gold dust she appeared before me, and tearing off her hat and beard she threw herself into my lap and smothered me with a rain of desperate leprechaun kisses. We made love more slowly this time, and afterwards, as I lay with her cradled in my lap like an oversized teddybear on the couch, I smothered my face in her wild red hair and murmured the sort of stuff you do to a lover.

"Do you really have to go?" I asked her once again.

She shook her head and frowned. "Yer really slow on the uptake, ain't ya? I already explained the score." But then her face softened and she snuggled against my chest. "Ah, but I wish things could be different."

And just as she'd appeared, she left in a flash of golden dust and I was left counting the lonely hours until she would appear again.

My life continued as it had - well, apart from getting the cold shoulder from Erin, of course, and everyone at work thinking I was gay - but none of that worried me. All I cared about was seeing Cait again, and the fluting I had once so dreaded started to elicit a Pavlovian effect from me: as soon as I heard those gentle, mournful notes I'd get harder than iron.

One morning Cait appeared to me, but without the flute at her lips and her tiny fingers dancing across its length. Even before the gold dust had settled she'd thrown her arms around my legs and burst into tears.

Panic rose in my heart. "Cait, what's wrong?"

"'Tis King Oberon," she sobbed.

"Oh shit," I said. "He found out about us?"

"Nah," she said. She tore her face away and looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. "It's the curse. Yer curse has been lifted!"

My heart sank and I staggered back onto the sofa. "Lifted? But why?"

"Ye've finished your penance," she said. "The fairy folk have had their due, so my work here is done. I've been recalled to the court of the sidhe."

My eyes began to sting. "But can't you... can't you just sneak away sometimes?"

Cait shook her head and her tears began anew. "No chance," she whispered. "There's always some busybody or other watchin' to check ye don't put a foot wrong. Shifty types, pixies mostly, trying to climb the ladder by informin' on others."

"Oh Cait." I went to hug her but she pushed me away.

"I can stay no longer," she said. "Please forgive me." She plunged her streaming eyes against her hands and sobbed. 'Ah, I risked much to come here and say goodbye. It was worth it, mind, worth it to see yer sweet face one last time." She wiped away the tears. "But I can't go without a final taste of those sweet lips o' yers."

She grabbed me by the tie and pulled me down and kissed me, hard, despairing, desperate.

"Cait," I whispered.

"Goodbye my love," she murmured against my lips. Then she dissolved away into gold and I was left kissing the air.

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I didn't go to work that day and lay slumped on the couch, waiting hopelessly for Cait to reappear. I waited long hours in the night, thinking she might come back, hoping she might have somehow found a way to escape the Court, praying I'd soon hear the sweet notes of her flute come dancing through the air and see that gorgeous flash of golden dust.

But she didn't return.

As the days and weeks passed, I grew more and more desolate. But the worst was when St. Patrick's Day came around. All the emerald green and pictures of leprechauns and shamrocks pasted everywhere drove me into a self-imposed exile at home where I lay, curled up on my bed in despair.