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[x] Maybe one of the kitchen faeries would be nice (or dumb) enough to help?
“I know a big, strong human like you can figure something out. Meanwhile, I’m gonna go wait over here. Come get me when you’re done!”
There was no room to argue before Lia skipped off into a nearby room. You’d really hoped to get some help from her, if only because it’s her errand.
More than that, you were already worried about pulling this off. All you knew was that you had a kitchen full of faeries between you and the sugar and no plan to get through any of it. If you screwed up, having no plan and no sugar would be the least of your concerns. Thus, you were left standing still in front of the kitchen, fretting about what to do.
You’ve probably stuck your head half-way through the kitchen doors more than a half-dozen times in the past twenty minutes, hoping that a good look inside will conjure up some great idea to save the day. So far, that strategy has been less than fruitful. One of the whistle-wielding faeries, the supervisors, nearly looked straight at you one time. You’re pretty sure that they’ll keep getting more suspicious the longer you stick around. It’s a wonder some other of the mansion staff hasn’t wandered by to ask what you’re doing.
Tenta’s roots deflate as he heaves a sigh. If you’d just sack up and do something already, none of this would be an issue.
‘Easy for you to say. You heard the part where they’ve got whistles, right? To call the chief maid? That’s not going to end well.’
So? We’ll just dick her too if comes to that.
‘We don’t even know what she can do. As far as I’m concerned, she’s dangerous. She can disappear and reappear like that.’ You snap your fingers to underscore your point. ‘And we know she can control time. Let that sink in. Time.’
Listen, junior, I’ve taken down lots of powerful women with the power of dick.
You clutch at your head. This conversation might very well throw you into migraine territory if it goes on any longer. ‘Are you even listening to yourself? We’re here to get sugar for a faerie, not beat a time-stopping maid with “the power of dick”! And, frankly, I’m starting to feel like even that’s not worth it!’
And you act like I’m dense! You felt how deep Lia can go. Think of that on your twig and berries, man! You’re really just gonna throw that away? The roots pulse with more force, almost obliging you to hold onto your chest.
‘Considering the chances of pulling this off are looking bad, yeah, I think I have a right to!’
They’re only looking bad because you’re being a nerd about it!
‘Well, what do you suggest I do then, genius!’
Tenta rumbles and makes his roots squirm in equally growing annoyance. If you’re gonna be such a puss about it, get some kitchen faerie to help you! Just grab one of the little shits and… The roots go limp again, all of the force falling out of his voice. A pair of tentacles wave like a dejected shrug. I don’t know. Shit, just ask them to get you the sugar or something. I’m too tired to argue anymore.
With Tenta fizzling out, you suddenly find yourself out of steam too, which is a bit irritating. You’d really like to finally shut his mouth for once. Or maybe that your throbbing temples talking. You massage them, bracing yourself against the wall while you recover. It takes a deep breath and a few quiet moments before you can even think clearly again.
This whole thing is pretty stupid, you’ll admit. A smarter you would just move on and let faeries be faeries. However, when you think of how far in your finger went…
‘Gods help me. I guess I’m gonna have to admit that, for the second time today, you actually have an alright idea.’
You say that like it’s a surprise. Tenta forces a chuckle.
‘It’s my little vacation, so what’s the harm in a little trouble?’
Now you’re sounding less like a nerd. You might not even need Tenta’s help getting laid if you keep that up. So, what’s the game plan?
‘If nothing else, I’m gonna need your help for this. And we’re going to need all the luck we can get.’
Mere minutes later, you’re standing in the massive pantry. You never would have thought there’d be a side entrance. Luckily, that’s just a matter of your lack of imagination.
Rows upon rows of shelves full of all manner of things you’ve never seen before line the place. Thanks to all of the stone, and the fact that there’s very little in the way of light in here, you’re already feeling a bit chilly from standing around.
Should’ve gone with closed-toed shoes.
‘You’re telling me.’
“Found it!” calls a voice from several rows off, followed by an echoing thud.
In a moment of near panic, you watch the door closely to see if anyone comes busting in. When it’s clear that you’re still safe, you slip over to the shelves where you heard the call.
“How in the hell are they not hearing us out there?” you ask.
The faerie who guided you in, as luck would have it, one of the blue-shawled supervisors, gives a dismissive putter of her lips. “The girls make such a racket normally, if you got locked in here, you’d be screwed!”
The thought gives you pause. You make a surreptitious check to see if your guide is still wearing her key around her neck; thankfully, it’s still hanging there. With faeries, especially ones who have reasons to screw you over, you can never tell.
Oh, come on. You think those shitty old doors could stand up to a Tenta pounding?
‘I’ll take your word for it, but let’s not go breaking Remilia’s stuff.’
Assured that you might not end up a prisoner in Remilia’s pantry, you take a look at the goods you’ve been looking for. Your minuscule guide has somehow hauled down a box that would break the backs of a lot of humans. From out of that, she’s pulled out several cloth sacks, all helpfully labelled ‘Sugar’. You guess they must all be the same weight and size. Figuring one’s as good as another in that case, you pluck one from the pile.
“Well, anyway, thanks for the help.”
You’re about to walk off when the supervisor grabs you by the wrist. “Now, hold on, there. Ain’t you forgetting something? Like a little deal we made, perhaps, hmm?”
“I didn’t,” you say placatively. You open the bag and clasp a generous bit of the loamy brown contents. “A human fistful. Because you’ve been really helpful.”
She scrambles to grab the clump of sweetness from your outstretched palm, not wasting a moment before chomping off an end. Her wings buzz to the point of lifting her off the ground, followed by a prompt fall to earth, bumping her butt on the cold stone floor. This doesn’t faze her at all, though, and she gives a contented sigh, slumping against the nearest shelf in bliss.
“Y’know, you’re not too bad for a human. I can see why Lia’d make you her errand boy.”
You freeze in place. Not once have you mentioned Lia’s name to this faerie.
“How did you…”
The supervisor fae laughs giddily, perhaps under the influence of the sugar. “Oh my gosh, you didn’t even know! That’s hilarious! You poor baby!”
Something seizes up in your gut. “Mind letting me in on the secret?”
“Oh, honey, it’s no secret around here. Let me guess, she promised to suckle your honey-spout?” She leans in eagerly to confirm her guess. Seeing some tell flickering in your face, a broad grin splits her face. “Yep, I knew it! Same thing as everyone else. About everybody in the kitchen’s got a turn at this point. Really gets around, that girl.”
You point at the faerie questioningly. She giggles even harder and sticks out two fingers. Seeing her run her tongue lovingly between them, coating them in sticky sugar juice, sends a tingle down below even more intense than when Lia was making similar gestures. You knew faeries were quick to give in to lust. You just had no idea that they could be so lewd on their own.
“Got a tongue on her that doesn’t quit. Not when she wants something.”
The faerie’s wings give a little buzz, a fire blooming in her cheeks. Her knees grind together under her skirt, and you notice her hand scooting up toward a bulging pinpoint in her shirt, inhaling loudly as her fingers caress it.
“Ah, gosh, you got me thinking about it again,” she purrs.
You can feel Tenta’s roots wiggling on your chest, though he’s not saying anything. Just in case he gets any ideas, you hold tight to keep any tentacles from leaping out — tempted as you are yourself. You try to swallow but your mouth is dry.
“And that’s it?”
Your faerie guide opens her eyes from her reverie to shake her head. “She’s a crafty one when she wants to be, and real quick to try something. Heck, she wanted to pull a fast one on me…”
Her train of thought is interrupted by her fingers gripping her very obviously stiff nipple, twisting it. Humming with delight, she looks at you through half-lidded eyes. They drift down to your swollen package, followed by her hands drifting up to it, caressing it with even more reverence than Lia. You want to step back and yet allow her to keep touching you anyway. She gives another entranced hum.
“I always knew it’d be bigger than a faerie’s, but wow. Lucky Lia.” She gives you a gentle squeeze. “Just make sure you get what you want before she does. A fellow like you deserves that much. Meanwhile, I think I need some time alone.”
You nod and, reluctantly, remove yourself from the supervisor faerie’s loving petting. The good part about it is that you’re primed and ready to go, at least. As you head to the door, the faerie calls out to you one last time.
“Hey, Mister Human.”
“No ‘honoured guest’?” you joke.
“Pardon. Just wanted to say: My name’s Emma.” She winks at you. “Come talk to me again sometime. I’m a match for any youngin’ like Lia.”
“I’ll—” In an odd burst of excitement, your voice breaks. You clear your throat. “I’ll remember that. See you, Emma.”
“See you, Mister Human,” Emma says with a throaty giggle, followed by a yelping moan. Her other hand’s been busy this whole time.
Somehow, you’d have expected Lia’s eyes to be sparkling seeing an absolute mound of her beloved sugar. You might have even secretly hoped it would result in her stripping her clothes off and offering much more than to suckle you.
What you actually get is an appraising look followed by a toss of her hair. “This is everything?”
“That’s all I could get. I don’t think Emma would have let me go with any more,” you say, trying not to let Lia’s lukewarm attitude get to you.
“Ah, Emma,” she responds with another toss of her hair, eyes looking away meaningfully as she toys with one of her curls.
“She told me you—”
You’re silenced by Lia putting a finger to your lips. She’s smiling, but it lacks the mischief from before. Her hand brushes your knee.
“I can imagine. Such a gossip. Well, now that you know, what do you think? Pretty disgusting, right?” She peels down your trousers, her hands sliding up under your robe, fingers tickling your inner thighs. Clearly enjoying your mildly stunned reactions, she moves close enough to your bundle that you can feel the heat radiating from her palms. “A maid who only enjoys sweet things and…”
She moves away all of a sudden, looking at the sugar sack. “Speaking of which, can I have some, please? Just a taste.”
“I don’t know. How do I know you’ll give me what you promised?” You open your legs a little more for emphasis.
Hold up, I just got an idea. Do me a favour and get your dick out.
The look on your face hearing that makes Lia start giggling. Your face flushes. You really need to learn how to not let your conversations with Tenta leak out.
“Something the matter, Master Kinkan?” Lia asks, barely able to stifle her tittering.
Ahem. Tenta runs a tentacle out, dipping into the sugar and coming back with a smear of it on the end.
You stare at the tentacle. Lia, as you notice, also stares at the tentacle. The room suddenly has that atmosphere of utter bafflement. After a moment of staring at Tenta, Lia shifts to you, looking for an explanation. You only just realise that she hasn’t even seen him before.
‘Shit. What do I do?’
You can start by getting your dick out like I asked.
‘I mean, about her!’
Tenta gives a weary sigh. Another tentacle wriggles out, a smaller one, waving like an arm at Lia. She looks blankly at it, looking between it and you. It waves again.
Lia sheepishly returns the wave. “Hi?”
Say something already. Tell her who I am.
“He, erm, says hi. He’s… my friend,” you manage after some spluttering and pausing.
Master talker here. Never mind that I’m also a sex god or anything. Wouldn’t want her to have a good impression.
Still not showing much reaction, Lia’s eyes drift between the tentacles, particularly fixing on the one coated in sugar. Her wings give a faint buzz.
Finally, she shrugs. “Oh, I see. As long as that’s all.”
See? Big deal over nothing.
You honestly can’t believe it was that easy. If all faeries are this easy to convince, what else could you possibly accomplish?
Despite having been ignored for the past minute or two, your erection chimes in to let you know that it concurs with your thoughts. Luckily, you’ve got a cute faerie here for just such an occasion. You shift on the bed, making the slightly rusty springs creak, and shift your loincloth until it’s loosened. Its contents spring up immediately, twitching and red with a drive for action so urgent, you’re almost afraid it might actually explode.
Thank you, Tenta mutters. And don’t get any ideas from this.
The sugared tentacle swoops down to your crotch. You squirm as it paints your stiffness with a mixture of sugar and slightly warm goop. A low groan of pleasure jumps from your lips, and you feel yourself flushing. Admitting that Tenta’s ministrations feel good is something that you can’t let yourself admit. Lia has been watching the whole process with some interest.
“You two must be pretty good friends,” she says, giggling.
Tenta pulls back, the tendril retreating into you. There we go. One sugary treat for a hot little faerie.
‘You could have just told me,’ you thought-grumble.
You’re the one being weird about it. Hell, you ought to be thanking me. Now you both get what you want!
Of course, you know he’s right. The crystals of sugar glistering on your length make for a sight that Lia can’t peel her eyes away from. Her tongue flits out to wet her tender pink lips. She wants it. You want her.
“He’s a very caring friend. See how thoughtful he was? There’s some nice sugar here. Waiting for a taste.”
That was a quick turn-around.
You wield your erection, dangling it like a fishing lure, having to suppress a smirk at memories of immature jokes as a boy. It’s as good a signal as any, and Lia nods, climbing up onto the bed next to you. Her skirt fabric brushing your leg as she gets comfortable just adds to the anticipation. The silkiness of her curls when she moves her head down takes it further.
You put your hand on her shoulder. “Hold on. Where’s the word of gratitude to my friend? Let me hear a ‘Thanks, Tenta.’”
She looks up from between your legs, hiding a laugh in her hand. Her hand runs down to cup your jewels and slowly caress them. The resulting soft hum from you makes her wings flutter.
“Thank you very much, Tenta. You’re so kind.” Sticking out her tongue, she blows a hot breath right onto your length, smiling when it twitches. “Looks yummy.”
Her tongue closes the distance, ticklishly flitting around your tip, then scooping down to rake bits of sugar off the underside. She pries your fingers off the base and takes it for herself. With full control now, she slides around your erection, led by the tip of her tongue, trying to find every morsel of sweetness. Her breathing turns ragged.
Considering you’ve been pent up for a couple of days — you being away from Alice and quite busy anyway — Lia’s frantic licking alone is enough to bring you towards the edge. The softness of her tongue as it laps up your sugar coating drives you wild, making you grip the bed.
Sheesh. You could’ve taken care of that easily.
‘It’s a little awkward when a certain someone is there!’
You put your hand on her head, trying to signal her to slow down. “I’m not going anywhere. J-Just enjoy it.”
Lia bats your hand away and ignores your suggestion. She seems lost in her own little world when she’s at work on your stiffy; Emma was right about her having a tongue that doesn’t quit. Then, her lips close around the skin, bringing out loud slurping noises that only stop when she pauses for another lick.
Popping her lips from your fully-excited cock, she takes a moment to appreciate it in all its magnificence, stroking it with a mix of awe and admiration. “It’s so big. Bigger than any I’ve seen here.” She brings her lips close to the tip like she’s about to kiss it. “I wonder if I can even fit it all.”
“H-Hold on, there!”
Guess it’s time for Tenta to get his licks while the gettin’s good.
In the blink of an eye, Tenta snakes from your chest to wind around Lia. His tendril slips through the silky curtain of her curls, down her shirt collar, around her breasts, down her back, and into her panties, creating a visible bulge in her skirt.
“Oh, hi there, Tenta,” she says, giggling.
Mini-tendrils branch off of the main tentacle to snare her nipples and explore underneath. Lia gives a slight yelp and a gasp. Tenta’s found a weak spot already, twisting her nipples roughly and kneading them like they’re bubbles to be popped. She writhes under his manipulation, letting her legs open wider, which he appreciatively wriggling down into her warm valley, silky hair to match her curls brushing the tendril. The feeling relayed to you does nothing to stave off the coming release, and Lia’s continued stroking doesn’t help either.
“Come on,” you urge her in close to a gasp, stroking the back of her head, “suck me.”
“Close?” Lia asks through half-lidded eyes. Her unoccupied hand has drifted down between her thighs, aiding Tenta from outside her panties.
Still reveling in Tenta’s treatment of her sensitive spots, she opens her mouth as wide as she can, attempting to engulf you with her small fae mouth. Teeth scrape your length, adding a dull pain to the pleasure. Mostly, though, the wetness of her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, now bulging with your girth, feel like bliss.
She braces herself against your hips. Hot, ragged breaths tickling your erection the whole way, inch by inch, she forces more of you into her mouth. There’s a moment of wild-eyed exhilaration mixed with panic when you hit her throat, the muscles clenching violently like a fleshy gatekeeper. You can feel her wanting to cough or gag, and yet you don’t care anymore. You lightly grasp her hair in a desperate ‘come on’.
Breathing rapidly through her nose now, Lia maneuvers hers tongue to welcome your sensitive tip further, the walls of her throat easing open. The last barriers out of the way, you disappear into the moist heaven until she’s face-first in your pubic hair. The sight of her full submission to you and the pressure from her throat have you right at the edge. You pant, eager for the coming explosion.
Time for the finale already? Alright, come on down for one hell of a finisher.
You feel the mini-tendrils in Lia’s panties shift. Warmth and moisture permeate their senses as they spread open her lower lips, drawing a gurgling moan from Lia.
Your signal given, you paw at her backside, forcing your hand down her skirt and into her panties. Her wetness greets your finger with gusto, the whole lot slipping past the entrance and inside with no resistance, a second finger surprisingly making it inside the otherwise tiny crevice. Lia’s eyes open again before rolling upwards, her hips bucking under your attack. Tenta takes this as an opening to latch onto her pearl-like button. Between the two of you, the stimulation forces Lia’s whole body into a convulsion of pleasure.
As if in resonance with her, the inevitable rise comes. Your stomach clenches uselessly. Every nerve in you is singing out. The wave is just about to crash. You claw at the bed.
A gush of hot seed pours out straight into Lia’s gullet to chase all of the sugar down. After abstaining for two days, you can only imagine that it’s a big, thick glob. In a way, it feels a little bit of a waste. You could have filled her womb with your life-giving essence, but you chose to feed her stomach instead. Not that you want to knock up a faerie — if that’s even possible.
Hoo! Nice one, kiddo. I’d always laughed at people that said waiting made it feel better, but now I feel like an asshole. That was enough to give me a tickle.
Your orgasm tapers off into a dull roar of tingling soon after your last shot is spent. The tentacle and its branches retreat, and you slide your drenched fingers out of Lia. Squirming from how sensitive you are post-bursting, you push Lia off of your now rapidly softening length. A smear of white stains the side of her mouth.
She swallows and gasps, falling limply onto the bed, about as spent as you by all accounts, her curls and her clothes in a state of disarray that would be obvious to anyone if she went outside now. Despite that, she’s still able to muster the strength to laugh dreamily.
“Wow. I’ve had some pretty good ones, but…”
You’d try and make some kind of clever remark, but your brain is all fuzzy with all rounds fired. “Yeah.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Gimme a little more. Some more sugar,” she says, smacking her lips.
You roll your eyes and sigh like you’re being imposed upon. “I guess.”
‘I’ve got it this time, thanks.’
Pfft. Grow up.
‘That’s funny coming from you.’
You pinch another little lump of sugar from the sack and hold it out for Lia. She makes no move to take it, instead sticking her tongue out of her open mouth. Making a show of how inconvenienced you are, you lean over like it takes more effort than anything else in the world right now, bringing the morsel right to her mouth. She gracelessly slaps at the sugar wad with her tongue and pries it from your fingers, almost swallowing it in the process.
“Who’s serving who here? You’re the maid,” you grumble facetiously.
Lia’s eyelids flutter, her voice flying up into that honeyed register. “My most humble thanks, Master Kinkan.”
You flop back on the bed next to her. After all that, your head is in that blissful state of emptiness, with you content to simply stare at the ceiling, listening to Lia smack and slurp on her sugar lump. That soon disappears and all you hear is the sound of her breathing. Soon, you don’t even hear that. It only hits you when you roll over to look that Lia’s fallen asleep, curled into a ball like a cat. Smiling, you drag the rumpled covers over her.
“Guess that leaves us on our own,” you say softly.
Mission accomplished, I’d say. Though a longer and deeper taste of faerie puss would’ve been nice, if you know what I’m saying.
“I’ve been pent up for two days. Gimme a break, man.” You stand up on slightly wobbly legs, readjusting your loincloth and fixing your trousers. “I feel lucky we even got what we did.”
Tenta scoffs. ’Lucky’. If you let me steer, it wouldn’t be about luck. We’d be swimming in—
“That’s nice and all, but I’m not gonna argue about this anymore.”
With the highs of ejaculation wearing off, the emotional wear of the past hour or two begins to creep in. Your lips and mouth also feel dry to the point of being cottony. The tea you had earlier has worked its way out of you in some form, leaving you feeling like a dried fish.
Figuring that’s as good an excuse as any, you leave Lia to sleep on the job and head back towards the side entrance to the pantry. The door is thankfully still unlocked, and you head in to find a disheveled Emma about where you left her. She raises a glass of something in her hand, flashing you a smile as she sees you approach. You notice a bottle with unreadable markings next to her.
“Wow, that was fast. Have fun?” she asks, sputtering slightly.
You shrug, unable to find a genuine answer. “Maybe. Bit worn out, to be real honest. What’s the bottle there?”
Emma takes a deep quaff from her glass. Her cheeks and nose are glowing with drink. “Bit of cognac. We usually share. Not while on-duty, though. Usually.” She snickers. “Nah, I lied. Some of us get stinkin’ drunk on the job.”
“I’m pretty thirsty myself, so I hope you don’t mind.” You bend down, tentatively reaching for the bottle. You’re not sure what cognac even is, but it’ll probably do the trick.
“Knock yourself out. Got plenty more where that came from!”
Finding something deeply funny in her own words, Emma erupts into cackling, kicking her legs against the stone floor, splashing liquor on herself in the process. When this fit passes, she slumps back against the shelf, looking like one of Alice’s dolls when it’s inactive with her head hanging down. She looks up at you and, seeing a bit of worry in your eyes, waves you off.
“I’m fine. Just drink. Just drunk. Silly drunk talking.” She covers her face, her wings giving a weak buzz. “Prob’ly gonna regret this later. Oh well.”
“Well, I’m gonna go find somewhere to have this drink. You take it easy, now.”
“Alright. And, Mister Human?”
Emma giggles at your name. “Mister Kinkan. I’m serious. Come back and see me sometime. Ol’ Emma gets lonely real easy. And she’d love to see your big human dick.”
“I’ll think about it.”
You leave the pantry, thankful that Emma’s too drunk to chase you out. The last thing you want right now is a faerie that wants anything to do with your equipment.
[ ] What were those preparations about? Anyway, the place was cozy.
[ ] No actual messes involved. Just food smells and chatter to accompany booze.
[ ] Nothing like flowers and plants to make a drink more refreshing.
I am beyond mortified that it took this long. Things were just not working right, and I had to jettison some significant plans in order to get this done. Sometimes "just good enough" has to work, I guess.