Inside the massage parlor, a hearth stood sentry between two expansive picture windows that faced southeast and overlooked the grotto entrance. The wind had picked up, making the snow rage against the glass, but it was powerless to affect the unclothed people inside. 

Rosalind’s daughters lounged amongst four padded tables. They were easily distinguishable by their shared lineage: a small screw tail, plump bodies, and dark hair – except for one who was blonde. They wore loose-fitting, pink tunics made of silk that only came down to midthigh on the taller girls.

Upon entry of the guests, Vanora turned to look and heralded, “They’re here!” 

She hopped off the table where she'd been sitting and trotted over to the guests. "Are you ready for your massage?"

"We are," Azalea answered for the group.

"Where are Mrs. Whitehorn and Mrs. Harpy?" Vanora checked, not seeing them come in.

"They'll be here momentarily."

"Okeeey! Please come this way, and I'll introduce you to my sisters. The one with too much make-up and not enough face is Persicina, the second oldest."

Persicina harrumpfed.

"Next to her, with the cute dimples, is Galerina.”

Galerina waved shyly.

“On her right, with the birthing hips, is Porta.”

Porta winked and stuck out her butt.

"And where was the other one?" Vanora rested her elbow on the last girl’s head. "Oh, there you are! This here is Chantrelle, our sister whose height all went to her boobs."

Chantrelle smacked her sister’s arm away. "Don't pay any attention to Vanora the bore! She's just jealous I have more brains in one boob than she does in her whole head. If you don't have a preference, I'd love to work on these little cuties right here!" She pointed to the fairies and held out her hands.

Azalea responded, "We don't mind! We're all yours!" The two fae climbed out of Devin's pocket and stepped onto her upturned palms.

"Persicina is used to working on harpies, so she can take Mrs. Owl. Galerina and Porta, can you handle Mrs. Whitehorn when she arrives?"

"Yes."

"Yes, Vanora."

"That just leaves Mr. Ebonplume and I. We'll be over here," she directed him with gestures to a table.

Devin removed his robe and climbed onto the padded surface. Initially seated on the edge, he moved to a prone position on his stomach.

"Let’s see what I'm working with today." Vanora ran her hands along Devin's back and shoulders and up and down his legs, making a mental inventory of which muscles needed the most work.

Pouring oil on her hands, she asked, "How'd you enjoy the mudsprings?"

"It was… an unforgettable experience," he responded with a grin.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it. Doesn't your skin feel so smooth and clean?"

"I can't really tell."

"Hmm. Well, I'm sure you'll notice when I begin. I'm going to apply the oil now."

Devin heard the rustle of fabric. He tilted his head to see Vanora untying her robe and letting her breasts flop out. He was more impressed than surprised.

She picked up a vial of oil and poured it down her chest, rubbing it all around with her hands. Leaning over him, she let her breasts settle onto Devin’s back and slid them all over.

"That’s, uh, a strong-smelling oil."

"Isn't it relaxing? It’s made from orchid petals," she offered with evident pride. “Makes some people’s heads feel a little floaty."

As she leaned back, she worriedly asked, "You doing alright? I'm not too heavy?"

"I'm, uh, fine."

"Momma says it’s silly to put the oil on this way, but I think it covers more surface area faster."

Devin wasn't going to argue. Before he laid his head back down, he glanced over at the pair of giggling fairies being thoroughly lathered from the neck down within Chantrelle's deep cleavage.

Vanora hummed while she worked. Soon enough, his backside was glistening from shoulder to foot.

"I'm going to begin now." 

And begin she did. Whether attributed to her skill or this being his first time, the effect was immediate. He sighed as her hands glided up and down his back. Her short and stubby fingers, with alternating pressure, seemed to know just where and how to work out every stubborn knot.

The warmth of the room, the aroma of orchids, the tactile sensation, and the humming made him drowsy – at least until a cool breeze suddenly blew through the room.

Reina held the door open for Jeni, the frigid hallway air momentarily battling with the heat from the roaring fire on the other side of the room.

The three remaining daughters glided over and gave their names. Persicina took Jeni by the wing and helped her onto an X-shaped table diagonal from Devin. She laid down on her stomach, spread-eagle.

"You have lovely plumage, Mrs. Harpy."

"This one thanks you."

"I have several tools here I'm going to use to preen your feathers. We'll get them zipped back up, all nicely aligned. Would you like me to oil them as well? I have a lovely assortment of special ones to choose from." Persicina held out a tray with the oils for Jeni.

When Jeni pointed to one, the piglin commended her, "Good choice – a whiff of pine scent mixed with this one."

Reina, meanwhile, was being led across the room by Galerina and Porta, each holding a hand, to a table across from Devin. It was customized for her kind's unique anatomy. An extended platform, barely a hand's length above the floor, was covered with a reed mat. A raised portion sat at the head with a sizable hole.

She stepped up and knelt on the mat. The professionalism Galerina and Porta exhibited made her a little less hesitant to remove her robe.

"Comfortable? I can move this higher or lower, whatever feels best."

"A tiny bit higher, please."

Porta adjusted the height and took the Whitehorn’s robe.

Reina placed her head in the hole for her face. In addition to the heady aroma of the oil, the air was scented with some kind of incense.

Porta solicited her, “Let us know if there is any specific spot you want us to focus on, miss.”

"I will, thank you."

Both sisters began where her human half met her animal half. Galerina was on her right, working loose the muscles around the shoulder of her foreleg. Porta was on her left, lightly kneading the skin across her lower back.

Due either to the build-up of fatigue from pulling the sleigh or to her body being relaxed enough to feel it, she was sore all over now.

The Whitehorn watched their little two-toed feet shuffle back and forth until her thoughts wandered. So far, today's experiences had been fun and mostly positive. This one, though, was definitely the highlight, unlike her time in the mudpools. She felt bad about her visceral reaction toward Clayrissa and was glad the mud girl didn't seem to understand or take any offense.

Reina breathed a sigh of contentment. Being the primary hauler of her family, she could appreciate this treatment all the more. That appreciation lasted until she saw Chantrelle bring over a bucket of schlicums.

"Would you like the schlicum skin treatment?"

Reina’s reaction was instant. "No! I mean, sorry, no thank you."

"As you wish." Chantrelle moved on to Devin's and the faes' table.

Seemingly unable to escape those things, Reina watched in horrific fascination as Vanora scooped a few out and placed them on Devin's calves, back, and thighs. She then returned and plopped two down for Zinni and Azalea, who were all too eager to jump inside the gooey creatures, getting enveloped up to their necks.

"This could become addictive," Zinni groaned.

"My skin feels all tingly! No, that's not the right word. Prickly!" injected Azalea.

"That's the sensation of salts and other impurities coming out,” Chantrelle explained.

"Those’re not the only things that will come out at this rate," chuckled Azalea.

Zinni submitted, "Azalea, you don't have to keep holding yourself back. I appreciate your encouraging me to hold out till whatever it is you have planned, but I'll be ok if you want to go ahead and cum."

Azalea reached through the membranes separating them and grasped Zinni's hand. "Are you sure?"

"I know how much you need it, and besides, I love watching you enjoying yourself."

Azalea squeezed her friend’s hand and settled back into the schlicum and against Chantrelle's hand. "Maybe just a little orgasm."

Chantrelle, used to the occasional horny customer, was ready to assist. She cupped Azalea in her hand so the fae could rest against her palm while all her weight straddled the piglin’s middle finger. Pressing down, Azalea ground her pussy against the pad of Chantrelle's index.

The schlicum sat passively until it tasted fairie’s juices.

“It seems to like how you taste, Azalea.” Noted Zinni watching the passive creature suddenly become lively as it sought the deeper source. 

Blocked off by Chantrelle's finger, it resigned itself with whatever leaked out as it encircled the piglin's digit. Whether instinctively or just because it was the most prominent part sticking out, it paid particular attention to Azalea's perked-up clit. Superior to any finger, it swirled its liquid body underneath the protective hood, trapping the throbbing nub in a vortex of rotating liquid, driving the horny fairy wild.

Azalea thrashed and gasped as the same treatment began on her erect nipples. Tugging recklessly, she tried to grab at the porous body, but her hands found no purchase, leaving her at its whims. 

Cold at first, the schlicum’s body gradually warmed to match Azalea's. Eventually, they were so closely matched it bordered on sensory deprivation. Trapped in a bubble of pressure swishing and teasing every nerve, it read her body's reactions with frightening accuracy, knowing exactly where to apply its attention to help its moaning captive produce more tasty honey.

Zinni offered her fingers for Azalea to suck on, muffling her moans. "That looks like it feels amazing."

"It does. My sisters and I used them from time to time. They especially love mama's milk."

"Have you ever had one inside you?"

"No, I don't like the idea of it crawling around inside me. Would make chores a lot harder, too. Though maybe that'll change whenever I decide to become a mother."

Azalea hugged herself. "Y…you are gonna feel something strange when I cum," was all she could gasp out between moans. 

Unsure what she meant by that, Chantrelle pressed on, helping drive her cute client to the ultimate state of relaxation.

Azalea readied herself for the transfer of her physical energy. Arching her back, she came… but something was wrong! Her glyph flickered briefly, and then nothing. With the normally assumed outlet blocked off, her body compensated. Instead of the assumed release, a backlash of surplus energy suddenly fueled her pleasure far beyond what she expected.

Azalea was no stranger to squirting. She could do it readily enough, or not if she chose, but with this particular orgasm, she found she had no control over it. 

Ever since she had drawn the siphon crest on herself, she failed to orgasm hard enough to fully empty the special little glands on either side of her urethra. This time, though, what was usually a splash became a gush of thin, white liquid forcefully driven out of her by the uncontrollable contractions.

Her juices exploded out from under Chantrelle's finger and flooded through the ecstatic schlicum, turning its entire body golden white.

As Azalea came down from her climax, she looked around bewildered.  "What happened? Why couldn't… why can't I activate my crest?"

"Oh, I should have mentioned… if you’re a affinity user, when a schlicum touches you, it prevents crests and glyphs from activating. How? I don't know. Why? – maybe they are just greedy for your yummy cummies.”

"Can I get out now?"

"Of course." Chantrelle lifted Azalea and set her on the table. The worried fairy hurriedly rubbed her tummy and focused on her crest. As if nothing had happened, it lit up like normal.

"Everything alright now?" the piglin asked sweetly.

"Yes, just surprised."

"Azalea!" Zinni jumped out of her own schlicum and slipped, stumbling into Azalea. "Did it feel good? It must have! You re-dyed the entire schlicum! I don't think I've ever seen you cum that hard before. I'm a little jealous. I wish it was me you squirted on!"

"It was certainly one of the strongest orgasms I've had. Let me up! You're gonna make me do it again if you keep rubbing your naked body against me like that!” Azalea pled while pushing her friend firmly.

Zinni helped the winded fairy to her feet. "Did your stomach growl?"

"Ya. I think we are having dinner after this."

Zinni stretched her wings. "I can't wait to see what we'll have."

"What have you been eating since you've been here?" Azalea queried.

“Whatever the Svens had. Mostly mushrooms, lots and lots of mushrooms. I had no idea you could cook them in so many different ways!”

“It's a cultural food we are taught from a young age to forage for. You might even get to try another dish we like them in,” hinted the porcine woman.

Azalea spoke up, “I can’t wait to try it! Let's go over and see how close Life-mate and Reina are to being done. Wait, I almost forgot! Thank you for the massage, Chantrelle! I feel like a new fairy!"

"You are most welcome, cutie. I do hope you come back for another visit sometime."

—--

After a full day of revitalizing their bodies, human, whitehorn, fae, and harpy concluded what amounted to a very pleasant day.

On the way back to their room, Azalea tugged on Devin's sleeve and pulled him away from the group.

“Life-mate, I probably should have brought this up earlier, but can I ask a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Zinni has never had any intimate experiences aside from me, so I was wondering if you could let her live out some of her fantasies.”

“I don't mind, though I'm not sure how energetic I'll be after Clayrissa's, um, feeding.”

“Thank you! I want to start as soon as we return to our room.”

"I think Rosalind said dinner would be waiting in our room."

"I completely forgot! After we eat, then!"

-----

On the way back to their room, Jeni quietly slipped away to find Rosalind.

At some point, a blizzard had started outside. The howl of the wind made the windows shudder and the hallway feel colder. Someone had reduced the amount of lit candles in the darkened hall, not that it mattered to the owl girl's eyes. As she shuffled down the shadowed passage, she thought about what she'd ask the piglin matron. Was there a connection between the legend of Squirme and Azalea's loathing of her heritage? It was the only time she’d seen Azalea truly upset about something, so maybe there was some connection.

Jeni entered the reception room. It was late, and the candles there had also been blown out, except for a few around the fire. Mrs. Sven was seated in a padded chair reading, caressing two schlicums nursing at her breasts.

“Oh, Mrs. Owl, do you need something?”

“This one doesn’t want to intrude and maybe should come back later,” Jeni apologized, backing out.

“No, no, it's alright. My condition keeps me lactating, and I need to relieve some of the swelling. I don’t mind. Please sit down and tell me what’s on your mind.”

“This one would like to inquire further about the Squirme legend – specifically, anything that might be a subject of contention or rile up readers.”

The piglin matron looked down at the slimy creatures hungrily drinking her milk. Their generally clear bodies were gradually turning white. “While Squirme is usually the most talked-about aspect of the story, the main focus is actually about research into the origin of demi-humans.”

Jeni was taken aback. “An unexpected topic. May this one ask who and when this was written?”

“I know not when it was written, but the author goes by the name of Aster. Certain details mentioned seemed to imply they may have been a fae of some sort, possibly a pixie.”

“This one finds such an analysis hard to believe considering pixies aren’t known for leaving their villages, especially for such donnish pursuits.”

“True. Though maybe he was an exception. Perhaps curiosity and the call of adventure superseded their horny homebody mentality.”

Rosalind eyed Jeni, then shifted topics slightly. "I'm going to guess there's more to your questions than idle curiosity. Would you be willing to share?"

“It wouldn’t be this one’s place to say.”

“Sorry I couldn’t be of much help. Perhaps, whatever it is you are seeking, you can find yourself?“ Rosalind got up with Jeni's help, went to the reading nook, and pulled out a thick hardback book with the crudely drawn outline of what might have been the mythical Squirme on the cover from the shelf. “This is obviously a reprint, but you are welcome to take a look and see if it has the information you seek.”

“This one thanks you.”

“You’re most welcome. I have an early morning, so I need to be getting to bed. I’ll leave you a candle. Goodnight.”

“This one bids you goodnight, Mrs. Sven.” 

Jeni found a high-back couch, put her feet up, and opened the front cover.

'To the readers who may find interest in my work, I leave you my journal. An account of my journey into discovering the origin of demi-humans.'

This topic was more surprising to Jeni than whether slime entities existed. It wasn’t a topic that was talked about often. Few chose it as a valid field of research due to the lack of physical evidence to even point someone in a direction that would reveal information on their ancient past. Most of the current knowledge was passed through oral tradition which fewer and fewer put stock in these days. Those who did, though, considered it paramount due to its philosophical importance.

Perhaps Azalea was troubled by existential concerns? Importance was often placed in knowing where one’s kind came from and how that might shape their future. Or maybe it wasn’t something so grandiose, even more unlikely if the author was indeed a pixie.

Jeni turned the page. It wasn't possible for her to read the entire account even if she spent all night. At the very least, she would probably miss dinner – something common for her when she became really involved with something. Due to the importance of this, it was worth it.

Fortunately, she knew how to skim pages for keywords, so she could get through a good portion of it in a short time.

—-

It was as Devin and Azalea were catching up with everyone when Devin noticed someone was missing. "Where'd Jeni go?"

"She went to find Rosalind," Reina answered.

"Is everything alright?" worried Devin.

"Yes. She wanted to explore the library."

"Hope she gets back before the food's cold."

In the middle of the room sat a small, square grill next to a narrow table. It was piled high with kebabs skewered with sheep-girl cheese-stuffed mushrooms, wild onions, and carrots.

Zinni regarded the evenly diced pieces of food expertly thrust through with a metal rod. "Oh, what's this? Never seen this kind of dish before."

"These are kebabs. Looks like we cook them ourselves." Devin grabbed tongs from the fire and transferred burning coals to the grill.

"So we roast them?" asked Azalea. Upon Devin’s affirmation, she grabbed a large skewer, nearly losing her balance.

Zinni hurried over to help Azalea. Together, the two fae leveraged the heavy metal pole toward the heat.

With her seated at the table, Devin inquired, "How hungry are you, Reina."

"I am quite famished, Herd-mate."

"Two skewers for starters?"

"Thank you."

Devin held each over the lapping flames. "So, what was everyone's favorite part of today?”

"I bet Life-mate's favorite was the mudsprings."

"Actually, it was the sauna. The mudsprings, um, lacked the intimacy the sauna had. Maybe close togetherness is a better way of saying it."

Zinni adjusted her grip on Azalea’s skewer. "Uh… I don't know. I just enjoyed spending time with everyone."

Reina took the roasted skewers from Devin. "Mine was the massage. I feel years younger."

"Ours looks done, Azalea." Pivoting the food to a plate and the plate to the table, they each started from a different end.

"Yuck, I hate onions," mumbled Azalea.

"But they are so sweet!"

"You can have mine then. I love these mushrooms, though! Their flavor reminds me of something else I really like." Azalea smirked at Devin.

"This is piglin's puffle, a staple for them; goblin's cushion, no, they don't actually sit on them; and this is ratatoskr's delight," Reina pointed out.

"You know your mushrooms!" Zinni commended.

"Whitehorn tribes are quite fond of them – especially matango's crown. It produces a state similar to that of drunkenness if we eat enough of them. It's toxic to humans, but some have gotten around this by trading for the urine of Whitehorns who have eaten them so the harmful properties are filtered out. I hear it brings feelings of joy, a desire to sing, and slight muscle improvement.”

"I'll stick to these." Devin chuckled. "They are very succulent and earthy."

----

After dinner, Azalea leaned back and exhaled. "Whew. I'm stuffed… but also re-energized! Which means..."

"Which means?" Zinni mused.

Azalea walked her fingers up Zinni's thigh. "Which means it's time for the fun I promised you.” She said seductively. “You ready, Life-mate?"

"Ya, though, I'm not sure what I'm doing."

"Not to worry." Azalea jumped up, grabbed Devin's hand, and dragged him to the other side of the table. "Just lean here against Reina, and we'll do all the work."

Devin took his place against Reina's side. She gave him a questioning look about what was going on. Devin shrugged.

"We will?" Zinni questioned.

"Well, you will be doing most of it."

"I am?!?"

"You are going to live out what you've always wanted to do."

“What I wanted to do…?”

“All those things you always wanted to try for real. This is your chance to live out your fantasies!”

“You mean..." Zinni glanced at Devin's crotch.

"Hey, why are you suddenly covering yourself? You've been naked the whole day," demanded Azalea.

"But I wasn't the center of attention! I don't know if I'm ready."

"My dearest friend, you're wetter than a mermaid's tail. I bet you'd cum if I merely flicked your clit.” Azalea gave her friend a gentle push forward. "It's easier to be confident when you take that first step. Go on, show Life-mate how cute you are, and tell him what you want to do.”

She shyly stepped forward and put her arms behind her back, baring herself before Devin.

When Devin took note of when he first met her, Zinni's most notable feature was her wings: six stained glass works of art. Multi-colored membranes that resembled flowers more than the common insect-like wings. They flapped with less rigidity than Azalea's, and the slightest movement made them glisten in the candlelight. Seeing her now in her most natural clothingless state, he could appreciate how curvaceous she was.

"Mr. Azalea's life-person, sir, I… I would like you to li…lick my pussy! Please."

"I'd be happy to."

"Hold out your hands, Life-mate.” Azalea stepped onto Devin’s palm and offered Zinni a hand up. “While you enjoy her lower lips, Life-mate, I’m going to re-acquaint myself with these up here.” Azalea tilted her friend’s chin up and pressed her lips to Zinni’s, simultaneously lowering her friend onto her back.

Devin watched the two girls make out for a few moments before lifting Zinni to his mouth. Prodding their thighs apart with his thumb, he slid the flat of his tongue across both mini pussies before prodding the tip against the Leanan Sidhe's drippy slit.

"Mmmphre!"

Pleased with the response, Azalea broke the kiss. "Say again?"

"It feels too good. I almost came right then."

"Edging yourself the whole day will do that. Go ahead and cum whenever you want. You earned it! How’s she taste, Life-mate?”

“A little like honeysuckle.”

Zinni blushed at the comparison.

“That's about how I remember it.” Azalea turned around and grabbed Zinni’s ankles, pulling them back toward her head. ”Wait till you taste her squirt.” A smug smile spread across her face. “If you can make her, that is.”

Devin accepted the challenge. He brushed Zinni’s tiny folds apart with the tip of his tongue, softly poking the entrance.

Zinni’s tiny hole initially protested the slippery intruder, but steady prodding eventually loosened her enough to slide just a little more in. Her flavor was more concentrated and sweeter closer to the source.

Zinni squirmed. "So full… I've never felt this full before. Oh no! I’m sorry, I can't, I can't...!"

Her body was doing its best to accommodate, so much so she voided her bladder into his mouth. Her hot stream filled his mouth. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t hold it.”

Devin’s mouth being occupied, Azalea spoke for him. “Don’t worry, Zinni. Life-mate won't mind." 

Showing that Azalea's assessment was correct, Devin utilized what he considered to be useless talent until now; he rolled up the sides of his tongue and pushed a little deeper, causing her to finish emptying her bladder.

“How have I lived without experiencing this level of fullness before? I’ve never been stretched this much before!” gushed Zinni.

“It's gonna be a little crowded, but maybe I’ll take this opportunity to give her throbbing love nub the attention it's twitching for!” Before Zinni could say anything, Azalea sat on her friend's chest and wrapped her lips around her friend’s clit.

Zinni bucked, flailed around and made such a pleasurable racket that Azalea smothered her keening cries with her butt, hoping her friend might focus that excess energy on licking her pussy. Subverting the hopeful fairy's expectations, Zinni aimed a little higher.

“Oh! My naughty friend is feeling dirty enough to lick that spot. In the past, I've noticed you paid special attention to drawing and painting that particular area. Do you like butts?”

Zinni answered by licking faster. Azalea smiled and tucked her hips forward, giving Zinni better access to rim her puckered hole without craning her neck.

Sex-brained and overwhelmingly horny, Zinni was willing to try just about anything right now. Despite Zinni being older, Azalea was the more dominant one when it came to sex stuff. Zinni, for her part, didn’t mind being the meeker, submissive one. In fact, she was experiencing it anew as Devin’s monstrous strength held her firmly despite all her spasmodic responses to such intense and novel pleasure. It was doing things for her, and what better way to ultimately express her subby role than to lick her friend's butthole.

Unfortunately, due to her diminutive size, Devin wasn’t going to reach any deeper. The shape of his tongue wasn’t designed for that. Regardless, Zinni was enjoying it more than he thought she could.

Azalea ceased her oral activities, releasing the weary clit, shiny from her saliva. Flattening her hand, she swished her fingers, the individually-spaced digits impacting her clit like a washboard, sending Zinni into another squirming frenzy.

“Get ready, Life-mate. She’s about ready to cum, and you’re about to see  something amazing!”

"Show him Zinni what makes Leannan Sidhe so special."

Zinni was always mystified by Azalea’s skill at deducing when she was close to orgasm. Whether natural talent or just skilled perception, she wasn’t wrong. Zinni was about to make a memory.

“Keep going, Life-mate, I'll be right back!” Azalea jumped up, flew across the room, and grabbed Zinni's bag. Returning, she set it beside her. Zinni grabbed her pencil and set her drawing tablet against Azalea’s butt.

Devin beheld Jinni’s orgasm burst forth seconds later in a crystalline gold gush of girl cum straight into Devin’s mouth. Her sweetness was like concentrated sugar – so sweet, in fact, that it bordered on tart. He waited for another squirt, but none came. 

Instead, Zinni’s expression became euphoric, bordering on manic concentration, as her arms suddenly dissolved into a blur. Both hands were a flurry of movement too fast for Devin to perceive.

Withdrawing his tongue for a better view. He left a gaping hole and a brief glimpse of her quivering pink insides. He swallowed his reward and angled around for a better view of the remarkable scene. Lines sprouted as if out of nothing, connecting and reconnecting across the paper.

“Isn’t it incredible, Life-mate? As it was explained to me once, ‘What should be the rhythmic and involuntary muscular contractions of discharged sexual excitement is instead shunted and coalescence into concentrated energy in order to meet the overwhelming desire to physically encapsulate and preserve a moment in time or experience.’”

“You sound like Jeni.” marveled Devin. “Can all Leanan Sidhe do this?”

“Yes. Some have a greater knack for it than others. Though, it does take practice and a little training. I’ve seen artisans do it with music, poetry, and sculpting, and I even saw a master chef cook a culinary masterpiece while balls-deep in his sou-chef.”

It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds later when Zinni’s hands progressively slowed until they stopped altogether.

“Done.” She announced, holding up her new creation. It wasn’t just a portrait from a single perspective; there were multiple panels from every angle: Azalea’s looking backward, Devin between Zinni's legs, and of course, her own – all meticulously detailed down to the last tiny ridge and groove of Azalea’s anus. She even recreated her own expression during the first moment of climax before she started drawing.

“Do you create all your work this way?” asked Devin.

“No, just key or important moments I don’t want to forget, like what Azalea draws in her notebook. I'm more spontaneous.”

Azalea stroked Zinni's head. “I hope you're not worn out yet because I still want to introduce you to your first real-life penis!”

“I’ll be ready after a minute or two.”

Devin set them down on the floor.

“While we wait, maybe I can tell you a little more about Leanan Sidhe culture. Let's see..." Azalea laid Zinni's head on her lap. "Leannan Sidhe hold Cóisir Sióg fairs several times a year. Picture it, Life-mate! The explosion of nearly created art coming into being at the height of the festival.”

Zinni added, “As you can probably imagine, it's a very noisy event.” 

“Sounds unforgettable!” Devin expressed.

“Say, Zinni, I just noticed your pencil looks like a…”

“Yeppers, it's inside a cock-shaped pencil holder. Just like how fairies are given those humping posts, or whatever they are called, we are given a gift by our families when we become full-fledged artists. It's a recreation of my papa’s penis. I suck on it when I need to think or take a break to organize my thoughts.”

"He’s pretty big for a sidhe,” an awed Azalea said.

“Momma says it keeps her quite happy.” Sitting up on her elbow, "I think I'm ready."

"Alright, Life-mate, time for the real fun!" Azalea flew up and untied Devin's robe, letting it fall open. "Behold, Zinni! Life-mate’s penis!"

Even though she had partly seen it in the sauna, here it was, unobscured, directly in front of her. "It’s so majestic, and he's not even hard! I'm so nervous, Azalea."

“How can you be nervous? Life-mate just finished giving your pussy a thorough tongue wash.”

“It’s completely different! Having someone make me feel good is way less scary than trying to make someone else feel good! Especially if they have a penis! Where do I even start?"

“Making him hard is an easy first step.”

“Of course, full mast, six-to-twelve o'clock erection is very important." A flurry of thoughts went through Zinni's mind about how to accomplish this. Settling on an idea, she strode forward with what she hoped would be a sexy walk, but then she decided it wasn't her and tried something cuter. Thinking that wasn't her, either, she tried various walks, each growing more silly as she crossed the floor.

"What are you doing?" asked Azalea.

"I was trying to find the ideal seductive walk."

"I think you are straying further from your goal," Azalea laughed. “Don’t overthink it.”

Zinni wasn’t herself if she wasn’t overthinking things. Still walking while talking, she didn't realize how close she was to Devin and walked right into him. Startled, she fell on her butt. "Sorry! I can be very clumsy when I'm overwhelmed."

Devin patted her head. "Deep breath. Take your time. There's no rush."

Zinni blushed profusely, but her embarrassment soon disappeared as she gawked at the massively limp member before her.

Inhaling several exaggerated deep breaths, she remembered what Azalea had said about confidence. Jumping up with a flash, she straightened her back and stood stiffly at attention. "I, Zinnia Sunpetal, would like to have sexual relations with your penis!"

Devin chuckled. "You may."

"Thank you, sir! I will strive to be the warmest of cock cuddlers, worthiest of cum rags, and to that end, the first thing I want to do is…" Spreading her arms wide, she face-planted into his scrotum.

"Hishmmmscemptmahudaahwoovy!"

"What?" Azalea giggled.

"They are like two giant pillows I just want to snuggle into!” She squeezed the base of Devin's sack and cuddled against the two oblong orb’s warmth. “Remember, Azalea, all those nights we used to fantasize about who your life-mate was going to be? Thank you for sharing yours with me for tonight!"

Tears formed in her eyes as she leaped up and embraced her friend.

Azalea hugged her back. "Of course! It's not natural for someone to live as shut up in their house as you. I want you to come out of your shell and experience the world."

"But it's safe and cozy there. Though I can't deny that all the cocks I've drawn and painted… to actually see a real one…Unfortunately, I’m like you, Azalea! I don’t think I'm stretchy enough for him to fit inside me, and even if I could, I don’t feel it's right for him to stuff me before you. So, uh, I want to try something else, but I think the mood is kinda ruined.”

“Shouldn't be hard to get back into it, maybe even in an unusually fun way. Why don’t you play out one of the stories you’ve written about? Pretend to be one of your characters.”

“I guess I can.” She looked up shyly at Devin. “Don’t laugh, ok?”

“I won’t.”

“Which story, though?" Azalea asked to direct her friend.

"You choose something, and I’ll follow along.”

“Let me think.” Azalea folded her arms and paced in a circle. “I have an idea! I think you’ll remember this.” Azalea cleared her throat. “Dr. Zinni, we have an emergency!"

Zinnia immediately knew what story Azalea was referring to – a silly one she made up about a patient with severe blue balls. "What is it, nurse?"

"We have a patient here with a prime-grade cock that hasn't cum in a long while! It's terrible! Will he explode?"

"Exploding is actually the best-case scenario, nurse, but he's not even hard yet, which means we must act quickly or else something much worse will happen!"

"You don't mean..." a frightened-acting Azalea bemoaned.

"Blue balls!"

Azalea feigned horror. "The only thing worse than wasted cum is unspurted cum with nowhere to go! What'll we do?!?"

"No need to fret, nurse. It's during dire situations like these we do our best work, finding the answers to fulfill the patient's most crucial needs.”

"You're so wonderful, Doctor! I have full confidence the patient will be taken care of by your very able-body talents!"

Zinni's voice cracked. "Talents? But my hands are way more capable than other parts of my body!"

“This is precisely why you need to practice! Maybe at some point, something involving the doctor's lazy butt that is too used to sitting can be used." Azalea smacked her rear. "I'm looking forward to seeing it do some proper work."

Reina giggled softly at the silly roleplay. Draping her hands across Devin's chest, she rested her chin on his shoulder and waited to see what Zinni would do next.

"I'll do my best." Zinni approached the semi-flaccid cock, almost reverentially. She could tell it was just waiting for an excuse to get hard.

"Mr. Patient, sir, the means I'm going to employ may be unconventional, but it's important we rescue your balls from impending soreness! Don't worry about payment. Your cum will be donation enough and will be going to a good cause. I'll need to do a few preliminary checks and prepare you so the treatment will be at its most effective."

Wrapping her arms around the shaft, she squeezed several times, watching it plump up. “It's so warm and squishy, and this vein… it's huge!"

Zinni inhaled Devin's scent and fell out of character. "He smells so good! I could get drunk on his scent. My heart’s all aflutter and making my tummy all achy as if it's yearning for something.”

“Your body wants what’s in there.” Azalea stroked the large balls at Zinni's feet. “The cloying creaminess is perfect for fully satisfying what a fae craves most! To be filled to the brim with cum! My womb feels that way, too, whenever I do sexy stuff with Life-mate."

Zinni licked her lips, unsure if she wanted it in her stomach or womb more. Either way, she wanted as much as her little body could hold.

Azalea nudged her.

"Wha…oh! This cock is a nice healthy color with good blood flow."

"Don't forget his foreskin, doctor, and this spot underneath the head looks to be especially sensitive and in need of lots of attention… I mean assessment." Azalea crouched underneath the heavy cock and lifted it above her head, allowing Zinni better access. 

The little pretend doctor pulled the skin back. "Foreskin seems to glide up and down without any issues, and this area I'll check for its responsiveness." Standing on tip-toes, Zinni licked the underside of Devin's frenulum, tracing the grooves with her tongue.

Zinni's 'examination' antics were amusing but not quite in the realm of sexy. She was trying her best, though, and it was prolonging the suspense. Her tongue certainly felt good. Also, the way she exaggerated nearly every movement made her breasts lightly bounce and her butt jiggle, and as such, were having an effect.

"It's… it's getting bigger!" exclaimed Zinni.

When Azalea let go, Zinni hurriedly stepped back as the limp member began to swell incrementally. She stared transfixed as the looming shadow of her first seduced cock burgeoned into a lewd monument to her charms.

“Did… did it stand up because of me?”

"Of course! It's the most honest of responses! Life-mate is saluting your cuteness."

"He is?"

Zinni played with her hair. "Mr. Life-mate, sir, am… am I cute?"

“Very much so,” complimented Devin.

Zinni covered her face, her cheeks turning red. “Thank you,” she squeaked.

"Don't go getting all shy on me, doctor! I believe you have an assessment to finish."

"You're right." Zinni placed a hand on the throbbing pillar.  “He's twitching and… beginning to leak!" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Is… is that pre-cum?"

A large, pearly drop perched at the top before stickily sliding down the underside of Devin's shaft toward her. 

"Perhaps if… I… just a little taste." Zinni opened her mouth and let a bead roll onto her tongue.

"So smooth, so savory!" Zinni scrambled up and wrapped her legs around the shaft.

"Doctor?"

"Huh? Wha...oh!" Zinni coughed. "Uh, nurse, I have reason to believe this cock is teasing me! It's mock aura challenges me! I must discipline it! I'm going to, uh, make out with it to establish dominance!"

Azalea knew Zinni was going totally off script, yet she was having fun waiting to see where this impromptu performance went.

The hungry fae placed her lips against the tiny slit and gave it several sloppy kisses, eventually placing her small mouth over as much of the tip as she could. Inserting her small tongue as far as it would go, she shamelessly sipped and slurped the clear fluid until her face was slathered with happiness and precum.

With no more pretense of roleplay, she climbed all the way up his manhood. She used her wings to balance herself on the tip, setting her tiny slit on top of Devin's, and lightly ground herself while sucking her fingers clean.

Azalea flew up to her. "Tasty?"

"Delicious."

"Missed some!" Azalea licked Zinni's cheek and then abruptly kissed her, sharing the decadent morsel. Zinni sucked her friend's tongue and reached between her legs to violently rub herself.

"Waph, Noeh!" Zinni broke the kiss. "Good fae only get to cum again AFTER they please their partners!"

"I can agree with that. How would you like to do it?"

"I have an idea, two actually, but I'm gonna need your help."

"My mouth, hands, pussy, whatever you need is at your service."

“He's going to have to put his legs together, and I need you to get on your hands and knees here and face away.”

"You heard her, Life-mate!"

Devin did as he was told.

“Azalea, remember when you were staying with me, and you always wanted to use my butt for a pillow?”

Azalea giggled at the memory. “That I did. Best place to lay my head on a lazy afternoon while you drew. Oh! I think I know what you have in mind – playing to your strengths. Let me take my plug out.”

“Your plug?”

Azalea reached back, pulled out her plug with a pop, and held it up. “It's called a friendship plug. Reina, I, and another friend bought it when we were in Iceford."

“It's so pretty,” Zinni admired.

“If you visit in the spring, maybe we can buy one for you.”

“Really?!?”

“Mhm.”

“I want one!”

“I'd be delighted to take you."

As Azalea assumed the position, "Ya know, Zinni, I didn't bring it up before, but I noticed you let your pubic hair grow out. How naughty! And trimmed it to look like a heart. Classic.”

"I thought it was cute," Zinni admitted.

“Is that unusual?” questioned Devin.

“Most fae prefer to be hairless, so it's seen as lewd to let it grow out – even more so since she styled it. Alright, Life-mate, are you ready?"

"I'm not sure what I'm readying for, but yes."

"A double fae buttjob!” they announced in unison.

Full hips and a life of sitting with little exercise had endowed Zinni with a large butt. She positioned herself along the penis, opposite Azalea, and pushed back. Accomplishing what one couldn’t do alone, the two pint-sized women together were enough to sandwich Devin's penis between them.

"No cumming right away, Life-mate. I want to make sure you have a super big load to give Zinni for her first time!"

Each fae went at her own pace initially, alternating with each other. They periodically stood on tip-toes to moisten their backsides with the continual stream of precum dripping down until their tiny behinds were slippery and shiny.

Azalea was eager but held herself back to match Zinni's pace. In the brief moments they were in sync, if they pushed back hard enough, Devin could feel the slight texture change as their anuses dragged across his skin.

"Are we going to make him cum like this, Zinni?"

"No, this is just the warm-up. A few more minutes like this, and then we are going to flip over and finish him off with our fronts!"

"Ok."

"How's it feel, Life-mate?"

Amidst the two posh posteriors cushioning him between them and their teasing wiggles and playful giggles, "This could become dangerously addictive."

"Wait till you feel what a double pussy job is like.”

"Have you done this before?"

"Actually, no, but if one feels good, two must feel great! Ok, Azalea, turn over."

Zinni and Azalea righted themselves, each locking their legs around his shaft, scissoring it between their silky slits. Devin couldn't tell who was wetter. Each time they ground or mashed against him, they smeared a fresh coating of juice.

"I bet not too many people have ever gotten to experience this before!" Azalea beamed.  

Of all the sexual acts Azalea enjoyed, rubbing against things held a special place since it was one of the very first acts she ever did, so this felt very natural. What was even better was that it was her life-mate’s penis. The size and might of it sent little tingles through her. She was definitely a size slut.

Her happiness was at an all-time high. Not only was she having fun sexy time with her family, but she also loved sharing in what was essentially Zinni's second intimate encounter. 

Her ex-mentor and friend was undoubtedly enjoying herself. Doing anything with Azalea never left her disappointed. Yet all this exertion was proving a little tiring. She was sweaty, too, but the reward for all her work would be worth it, or so she hoped. She wasn't a stranger to semen. She'd often ordered it, but never had she tasted a human, let alone drank straight from the source.

Her arms were getting tired. Reclining against Devin's thigh, she was spreading her pussy farther apart and had switched to hip thrusting faster than before.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," Azalea huffed. "And I think his balls are all primed and ready. Are you close, Zinni?"

"Yes, but…" Zinni stopped, leaned forward, and whispered something.

"Oh? Great idea! Alright, Life-mate. It is time. Wrap your hand around both of us and use our bodies to help you cum!"

"Eh? Are you sure?"

"Mhm." Both fae folded their wings and hugged his shaft tightly.

"I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that."

"Herd-mate," Reina laid her hand on his. "It'll be alright." She took his hand, and together with her's, wrapped it around the two tiny women.

"Squeeze a little tighter, Life-mate. There you go! Now, up and down just like that. Zinni, angle your hips forward so your pussy makes more contact."

Zinni did as instructed, her pert lips dragging across a particularly large vein.

Devin looked up at Reina. She smiled and continued to assist in helping him masturbate. In soft, seductive, and reassuring tones, "Stop worrying, Herd-mate. They are fine. Feel how springy their wings are? You won't harm them. Just focus on what's in your hand; the heat from their skin, their plush thighs."

"Can you feel our tiny boobies, Life-mate?"

Reina kissed his cheek. "I bet their nipples are stiff, not to mention their clits. You know how Azalea's peek out when she's especially horny.”

Azalea pressed against him harder at Reina's words.

"Listen to how soaked they are and how much they are whimpering for their reward. They are exactly where they want to be."

After a short time, Reina removed her hand and started nibbling on Devin's ear while he took control of his own pleasure. The long, steamy build-up to this point guaranteed Devin wasn't going to last long.

“Cover us in your cum, Life-mate!”

Zinni added, "Yes, please, drown us in your white stuff!"

Squeezing Reina's hand with his free one to ensure he didn't accidentally squish his fleshy aides, he aimed to the ceiling and came. At that exact moment, he slid both fae down so his tip was free to shoot up unimpeded. His initial ejaculation shot up, splattering down on their heads. The subsequent ones covered their bodies. His excessive load ended up soaking Zinni and Azalea from head to foot.

Somewhere between his second and third load, Azalea came, followed by Zinni. He could feel Azalea gush around his shaft as well as the sudden surge of energy from the siphon portion of her love crest as she squirted. 

Zinni’s wasn't as vocal. Her body stiffened and quivered as her orgasm crashed through her.

Devin let go, making sure to catch Azalea, holding her until her limp body regained its vitality.

"Amazing, Life-mate! You were squeezing us so tightly I could feel your cum shooting up!"

Zinni wiped the cream from her face. "So this is what semen looks like..."

"Taste it," encouraged Azalea.

Zinni tilted her head back and let it drip onto her tongue. Her eyes glazed over as more dripped into her mouth. She closed them, sucked her fingers clean, and swallowed.

“More! I need more! Let me feel it, smell it, taste it! Cover myself in it!” Just as Azalea had done her first time, Zinni became manic. She ravenously assaulted Devin's penis, licking and scooping any and all cum into her mouth, heedless of anything else around her.

"I didn't realize you were such a cumslut, Zinni! Zinni?"

"She's acting like you did that one time."

"I acted like that, Life-mate?"

"You don't remember?"

"Not really."

"It happened the night before we met Reina. You used your buzzing technique. Then you acted starved and drunk afterward. After I cleaned you, you fell asleep, and I never had a chance to ask you what that was about. I was hoping you could shed some light.”

“I really don't remember any of that, which is strange because remembering things is something I'm good at. Maybe it's a first-time sorta thing. The smell, taste, and overwhelming sexiness of the situation must have overwhelmed my brain.”

"I thought maybe it was something that happened to fairies, or if not, maybe a specific peculiarity of yours, but it only happened once."

"It was my first time with a human, and this is Zinni's first time. So maybe there's a connection?"

Reina remarked, "Maybe Herdmate's seed is special, or maybe it has to do with his affinity?"

"Not sure, but he's certainly special, but in that way, I don't know. In any case, she’s really going at it, isn’t she?”

Devin was growing a tad concerned about how unhinged Zinni was becoming as she switched from giggling to a mewly-grow. She had thoroughly cleaned Devin's penis and herself (the parts she could reach), and now she was on her hands and knees, lapping at Devin’s stomach, where the majority had landed.

Reina reached down, scooped some onto her finger, and brought it to her mouth. She blushed, noticing Devin watching her. "I couldn't resist.”

"Can I have some, please?" begged Azalea.

Reina scooped some more and held it over Azalea for her to sip it off.

Between the three of them, all traces were gone in no time. Zinni seemed to sate her hunger, promptly curled up into a ball, and fell asleep mumbling something incoherent.

Devin smiled and weighed in, "It has been quite a day. I'm exhausted. Was I adequate to help you with Zinni's first time?"

"You were, Life-mate! That went better than I hoped, and Zinni definitely enjoyed herself, I'm sure."

"I'm glad. I want to go to bed, but I'm growing a little worried that Jeni hasn't returned yet."

"I'll go look for her, Herdmate."

"Ok, I'll finish cleaning these two."