The alley still echoed with Kira's ragged pants and the wet drip of cum leaking from her freshly-fucked pussy. She stayed on her knees in the dirt, tail lazily curled around Shabi's ankle like a possessive ribbon, tongue flicking out to clean a stray drop from his thigh. The crowd at the alley mouth hadn't left—half the village now, murmuring, touching, waiting.
Shabi looked down at the tiny fairy girl who had fluttered forward earlier. She hovered at eye level now—barely fifteen centimeters tall, wings shimmering iridescent blue and gold, body nude except for a few strategic flower petals that barely covered her minuscule breasts and slit. Her skin glowed faintly, like moonlight on water, and her voice was a high, tinkling chime.
"P-please, big one," she squeaked, cheeks flushed pink. "I want to drink from you… just the tip. While you rest. I'm Elara… and I've never tasted male before."
Shabi's cock—still semi-hard from pounding Kira—gave a heavy twitch. "You're… tiny. Like, pocket-sized tiny."
Elara fluttered closer, landing delicately on his palm when he held it out. Her little feet were warm against his skin. She knelt, wings folding, and pressed her face to the slit of his cockhead—already beading with fresh pre-cum and remnants of Kira's juices.
Her tongue—surprisingly long and agile for her size—darted out, lapping at the drop like a kitten with cream. "Mmm… salty… thick… so warm…"
Shabi groaned, knees buckling slightly. "Fuck… that's intense."
Elara giggled, the sound like tiny bells. "Hold still, big master. Let me bathe in it."
She wrapped her arms and legs around the head of his cock—like hugging a tree trunk—pressing her entire tiny body against it. Her minuscule pussy rubbed along the ridge, smearing her own sweet nectar. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked the very tip inside.
Gluck… gluck…
The suction was tiny but precise—focused right on the slit. Shabi felt every flick of her tongue, every vibration from her wings. Pre-cum welled up steadily; Elara drank greedily, throat working, little belly swelling slightly as she swallowed.
The watching villagers moaned in unison. Some fingered themselves faster. A cowkin in the back squeezed her own leaking tits, milk dripping to the ground.
Shabi's hand trembled around Elara. "Shit… you're gonna make me cum again if you keep that up, little fairy slut."
Elara pulled off with a wet pop, strings of pre-cum connecting her lips to his tip. "Not yet! I want to save it… for later. But first…"
She fluttered up to his ear, whispering so only he could hear. "Put something inside me. Something that buzzes. I want to feel it while I fly around the village… showing everyone what you've claimed."
Shabi's eyes widened. "You want a vibrator? Inside your tiny pussy? In public?"
Elara nodded eagerly. "Yes! Make it small… but strong. I'll carry your mark all day."
Shabi looked around. The village had a small blacksmith shed nearby—tools, anvils, and… yes, a few polished metal rods and enchanted crystals the women used for "personal relief" during the curse years.
He scooped Elara gently into his palm, carried her over, and rummaged until he found a tiny, thumb-sized crystal rod—smooth, faintly glowing with latent mana. He channeled a spark of his awakening power (still not understanding how) and the crystal hummed to life, vibrating softly.
"Like this?"
Elara squealed in delight. "Perfect!"
She spread her legs wide on his palm, tiny pussy glistening. Shabi pressed the tip of the vibrating crystal against her entrance—slowly, carefully.
Schlick.
It slid in with a wet sound disproportionate to her size. Elara's back arched, wings fluttering wildly. "Ahhh—yes—deeper—!"
He pushed until only a tiny glowing end protruded—like a jewel piercing. The vibration hummed through her whole body; she trembled, squirting a minuscule jet of sweet nectar onto his skin.
"Fly, little one," Shabi ordered. "Show the village your new toy."
Elara launched into the air, wings buzzing louder than usual. The vibrator made her flight erratic—looping, dipping, hovering unsteadily as she moaned in mid-air.
"Ah—ah—master—it's too strong—everyone can see—!"
Villagers gasped and cheered as she flew low circles over the square, tiny body shaking, nectar dripping in sparkling trails. Some reached up, trying to catch the drops on their tongues.
Shabi watched, cock throbbing again. "Fuck… that's hot."
Kira crawled over on all fours, tail high, cum still leaking from her pussy. "My turn again? Or do we give the cow sisters another round?"
Before Shabi could answer, a tall elf woman—Lira—stepped forward from the crowd. Elegant, silver hair flowing, pointed ears flushed. She wore a sheer robe that hid nothing.
"I am Lira," she said softly, voice like wind through leaves. "And I want… gentle. But public. Let me sit on your lap while we talk to the village chief. Touch me under the robe. Make me leak while I pretend to be composed."
Shabi grinned wider. "Public fingering during a meeting? You elves are freaky."
Lira smiled serenely. "We've waited centuries. Restraint is our art. Breaking it… is ecstasy."
She led him toward the village chief's longhouse—a simple wooden building with an open veranda. The chief—an older cowkin with silver-streaked horns—waited, eyes wide but trying to look dignified.
Shabi sat on the wide bench beside her. Lira settled gracefully onto his lap, robe draping to hide everything below the waist. To outsiders, it looked innocent.
Under the robe, Shabi's cock nestled against her bare ass. His fingers found her pussy—smooth, hairless, already dripping.
He slid two fingers inside her slowly.
Schlick.
Lira bit her lip, maintaining eye contact with the chief. "We must… discuss the fields… and the new male's… arrival…"
Shabi curled his fingers, stroking her front wall. Lira's thighs trembled, but her voice stayed steady—barely.
"His presence will… change everything… ah—"
Shabi added a third finger, thumb circling her clit. Lira's inner walls fluttered, slick running down his hand.
The chief cleared her throat. "Y-yes… we should plan a feast… to celebrate…"
Shabi leaned forward, whispering in Lira's ear loud enough for the chief to hear. "You're dripping all over my fingers, elf slut. Gonna cum while talking about crop rotation?"
Lira whimpered softly, hips rocking in tiny circles. "I… I can control… myself…"
Shabi thrust harder—quiet, deep, relentless.
Lira came silently—body stiffening, pussy clamping, a gush of clear slick soaking his hand and lap. She never broke eye contact with the chief, but her voice cracked on the last word.
"…and we will… prosper."
The chief blinked, flushed. "Y-yes… prosper…"
Shabi pulled his fingers free, brought them to Lira's lips under the robe. She sucked them clean, eyes rolling back.
Then he looked at the gathered villagers still watching from outside.
"Who's next?" he called cheerfully. "I've got all day."