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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Gossamer and the Sleeping Princess (Mf, Ff, fantasy) by The White Rabbit (white_rabbit27@hotmail.com) *** In a world of unicorns, imps and goblins, a cute little faery child undertakes a heroic quest. Like all faeries, she's an incurable nymphomaniac. *** Author's Note: I hardly need to point out that this story is pure fantasy. I have never had sex with a child (human, faery or imp) and I don't wish to encourage my readers to do so. Please don't try this at home. *** Little Gossamer was playing alone in the Forest when it happened. Tomorrow would be her eighth birthday; and the faery-child wanted this, the last day she'd ever be seven, to be special. So far, however, it had proved rather ordinary. The morning was almost over, and Gossamer had only come three times: once when her big brother had given her one of his special fucks, first thing; once when her mother had given the child's tiny clit a good tongue-lashing, to get her in the mood to play so that she wouldn't hang around the tree all day; and half an hour ago, with that nice she-wolf. The wolf, cranky from being on heat, had been blissfully relieved by Gossamer's expert fisting, and had returned the favour by eating out the little girl's cunt. But that was ages ago. Gossamer wondered whether to look for a unicorn; but she'd promised herself that for her birthday treat. A unicorn's cock felt like pure light inside your cunt; and, when it shot its come, you seemed to have cool liquid fire sloshing around in you. Gossamer tried to frown with boredom; but her faery face really couldn't manage the expression. Even for a faery-child, Gossamer was startlingly beautiful. Less than three feet tall (even adult faeries rarely reached five feet) She had a thin, delicate body, evenly coloured a lovely pale blue. Both the crest of feathery hair across the top of her head, frail antennae on either side, and her huge round eyes were an exactly matching shade of rich purple. The eyes nearly swallowed up the rest of her heart- shaped face, distracting attention from her little turned-up nose and her very red mouth with its cute pout. As with all faeries, Gossamer had a deliciously sexy bum that stuck right out and, whatever she did, couldn't seem to stop wiggling suggestively. Not that Gossamer often tried to stop it. Since no faery ever wore clothes, Gossamer's sweet baby cunt was always on view, usually open and wet. She liked the attention her cunt got. It was generally agreed in her tree- village that Gossamer had the most delicious cunt anyone had ever seen, tasted or fucked. She had one finger up it now, idly frigging herself; while the transparent wings unfolded a little from her back and fluttered, as they always did when she was aroused. Gossamer's wandering brought her to her favourite pool. It was a magical pool, of course, as were all the pools in the Forest, still and mysterious. "Oh, darling pool," the faery-child murmured, show me something exciting I can do." Slowly, the dark surface cleared, to show an image; and Gossamer drew in a breath. On a bed, a naked girl lay asleep. She was the most beautiful girl the child had ever seen; and, suddenly aroused, she began rubbing in earnest at her little cunt and clit. At first, she thought the girl was human; but then, seeing the large, pointed ears and the sweet little horns, she realised that this was an imp. The girl was probably just past puberty, slender and graceful with little apple-sized tits. Her skin was snow-white, her hair (which must reach her knees when she stood) was jet-black, as were her almond-shaped eyes; and her full red lips were the most kissable Gossamer could imagine. She had dainty little cloven hoofs; and, although it was hidden from view, the child was sure she must have a very cute tail. But Gossamer's eyes focused quickly on the girl's crowning glory: large puffy cunt-lips, a few soft hairs growing on them. This fascinated Gossamer, since no faery ever grew pubic hair. The lips were a little apart, showing a deliciously tight, damp cunt and the biggest clit the child had ever seen, standing erect like a tiny cock. Gossamer's mouth filled with saliva at the thought of what she could do to that scrumptious knob. Her fingers worked faster and faster, bringing her to a shattering orgasm; and, when she looked again, the image was gone. The child sat down on the ground, legs wide open and wings folded, sucking her thumb as she considered, more soberly now that wanking didn't distract her. For the first time, she realised that something hadn't been right in the image. Although the imp-girl had been asleep and breathing evenly, Gossamer noticed for the first time that her legs and arms had been splayed and tied firmly to the bed. No-one in the Forest ever held another creature captive; but she knew that humans sometimes trapped animals and imprisoned them. It had even happened to one or two unfortunate faeries. She wasn't sure whether imps did the same, but there was no reason to suppose they didn't. Or maybe humans too had captured her. In which case, she'd have to rescue the girl before she could get her mouth on that lovely clit. But where could she find her? The bed had seemed to be in a dingy chamber built of dark, damp stone. There'd been a window; and, although only sky had been visible, Gossamer flew too much not to recognise that it was high up. Maybe it was in a city. She knew that there was an imp city on the edge of the Forest, a few hours flight away. She'd never been there (in fact, she'd never left the Forest) but it seemed a good place to start. Even if the girl wasn't there, they might know about her. Gossamer was just preparing to launch herself into flight, when she realised that this adventure would mean she'd be late for her tea. Maybe hours late, or even days; or maybe she wouldn't be back at all. She must let her mum know; but she didn't want to waste time going home first, and maybe having to argue about why she had to go. Glancing around, she saw a young buck-rabbit hopping through the grass; and, picking it up, she gave it a quick hand-job, cooing sweet nothings into its floppy, twitching ear. It was necessarily quick, because a rabbit never takes long to come; but it worked because, now in a thoroughly good mood, the rabbit agreed to take a message home for her. Kissing its little nose, she sent it on its way; then soared effortlessly into the air, opening her lacy wings out fully. Like bees, faeries are scientifically non- aerodynamic, and by all logic shouldn't be able to fly. But, whereas bees continue to baffle science, a faery's flight is an entirely magical process, and that's all there is to it. So Gossamer, because no-one had ever told her that she was supposed to remain earthbound, soared a thousand feet into the air and headed in the direction she believed the imp city to lie. It was nearly dark, by the time she got there. She'd been unable to resist stopping off on the way to give a centaur a blow-job. The centaur had wanted to fuck the gorgeous faery-child, but she'd sweet-talked him round. Centaurs weren't the best fucks in the world. For one thing, their cocks were really too large even for a flexible faery cunt to take comfortably. For another, they were notorious self- centred, completely ignoring the need to ensure they gave their sex-partners any pleasure. On the other hand, their come tasted absolutely delicious, very like ice-cream. Real ice-cream, that is, which the faeries have been making for thousands of years, and bears very little resemblance to the pale imitation we call ice-cream. After her mouth was full, the centaur had drenched her whole body in the delicious stuff. When Gossamer had scooped up and eaten as much as she could, she'd bathed in a pool. The city looked impressive, as she approached, although she was unsure that she'd want to live there. Everything seemed to be made of stone or metal, with hardly a tree in sight, and it felt heavy and dead. On the other hand, the buildings swept up into the sky, rather like trees, and the great tower she landed on looked almost graceful, glittering gold in the setting sun. Gossamer landed on a small flat roof on top of this tower, then looked around, wondering where to go next. Before she could decide, however, half a dozen imps marched out onto the roof, as far as it's possible to march on cloven hoofs. They were all male, all grown-up and all wearing some kind of metal clothes, which looked highly uncomfortable. Maybe, she decided later, that was what made them so bad-tempered. "Hey, you," one called out. "Who are you?" He looked her up and down, his almond eyes widening as he took in what she looked like. "Fuck me," he added. "Or what are you?" Gossamer was confused, since the man seemed to show no interest in following up his suggestion to her. Indeed, she couldn't see how he'd get his cock out, with all that metal covering it. "I'm a faery," she said. "I've come looking for a beautiful imp-girl. Can you help me?" There was a roar of laughter. "If I could," said the one who'd spoken before, "I'd keep her for myself." He stopped laughing suddenly, and scrutinized Gossamer carefully. "Shit," he said, "she is a faery, too. What you doing here, freak? Why don't you stay in the Forest, with the other animals?" The child was very puzzled now, and somewhat upset. She'd only had a very hazy plan for what to do when she reached the city, but had assumed that she'd be taken somewhere she could ask about the girl in her vision. But she was quickly getting the impression that these imps weren't going to help her. She suddenly realised that there was a possibility she might be imprisoned herself. Maybe, it occurred to her, these were the girl's captors. "I know," said another of the men, "lets take her to the King. You know what he's like with exotic things." There was general agreement; and Gossamer felt her spirits rise a little. She didn't know what a King was, or what exotic things were; but it seemed as though she was being taken to someone who'd be interested in her. She was still wondering when the leader would want her to fuck him, as he'd requested; but she complied when they told her to walk ahead of them, where they could keep an eye on her. She didn't understand, though, why they started sniggering and pointing when she began to walk. Hadn't they ever seen a child wiggling her bum before? The building was full of imps; and, as it was well-lit, Gossamer could see them clearly for the first time. She was immediately surprised to find that every single one of them had pure white skin. Faeries came in every colour of the rainbow, not to mention all the shades between, and she found this uniformity confusing. But, after the initial shock, she was amazed to realise that there were many shades of pure white, some coarse, some sickly, some beautiful. They all wore clothes, though mostly not made of metal, with holes for their tails, which were long, curved and end in a little spike. Gossamer speculated, as she walked, on what could be done with a tail like that during sex. Perhaps she could find out, if she found the girl. The imps' clothes were brightly coloured, and they decorated their bodies with coloured stones. Their hair, at least, showed the variety their skin lacked, both in style and colour, She saw hair that was black, brown, yellow, red, blue and green, and even the same shade of purple as hers. Many had their horns and hoofs painted or inlaid; while all the women and many of the men had put colour on their faces. Gossamer found them all, without exception, fascinating; and they seemed equally fascinated by her. At first, she just assumed it was because none of them had seen a faery before; but by the time they reached their destination, it had occurred to her that, since they all wore clothes, her own nudity was also unusual. She was gratified that most of the men and many women were staring at her moist cunt and wiggly bum; although they all looked away quickly when they realised she'd noticed. Gossamer smiled encouragingly, hoping that some of them would want to fuck her later. It seemed forever since she'd had anything in her cunt. And then she was in a big room filled with splendid-looking imps, and was led before one who wore a large metal ornament on his head, who she supposed must be the King. Although he was male and mature, Gossamer was struck by how like he was to the girl in her vision. "What's this?" he demanded, looking her up and down. "You're a faery, aren't you? What are you doing so far from your Forest." "Actually," the child explained brightly, "the Forest comes almost up to your walls, so I'm not really very far from it." There was some muttering and sniggering; but the King didn't look too pleased at her reply. "But I've come here," she went on quickly, "because I saw an imp-girl in a vision, and I thought I might find her here." There was an uncomfortable shuffling at that. There were many rumors and few facts about the magical powers of the faeries, and it was less amusing to be reminded that they had a powerful, perhaps malevolent magical being in their midst. "There are many girls living in this city," the King told her, frowning. "Tell us what she looked like." "Like this," said Gossamer; and she projected her memory out in front of her, so that the vision she'd seen appeared between herself and the King. There was much indrawn breath, several cries, even a few stifled screams; but the King stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the figure. After a moment, though, he suddenly realised that she was naked. Grabbing a coverlet, he tried to drape it over the girl; but the vision had no substance, and it merely fell to the floor. Gossamer noticed, with some interest, how avidly many of the spectators were staring at the girl's crotch. The King turned to the faery. "Make it stop," he told her between clenched teeth. "We've seen enough." Puzzled and intrigued, Gossamer withdrew the image; and, after a moment, the King stood up. "Come with me," he said to her. "We should discuss this in private." Unsure what to make of this, Gossamer followed him as he stalked out of the room, the crowd parting to let them pass. He led her to a much smaller room, where he sat down, then waved her to another chair. But Gossamer, who had never used a chair in her life, sat on the floor at his feet in her favourite position, with her legs wide open. During the conversation that followed, she noticed his gaze constantly straying downwards. "You say you saw this girl in a vision," he said straight away. "What kind of a vision? What made it happen?" She shrugged. "It was just one of the magical pools. I asked it what I could do that was exciting, and it showed me what you've just seen. Do you know her?" He was silent for a moment, then nodded. "She's my daughter," he said. "Her name's Azure." Gossamer almost laughed with pleasure. She knew that Azure meant blue, which was the colour of her own skin. It was obvious that this girl was meant for her. "Six months ago," he continued, "O her twelfth birthday, she was kidnapped by a very powerful goblin wizard called Gumblegunk. He seems to think I insulted him once, although I don't even remember the incident. But he's done it to humiliate me." "What does he want, then?" asked Gossamer curiously. She'd heard about how cunning and evil goblin wizards could be. "Nothing. All he's done is to send a message explaining how to free her." "Well, that's all right, then, isn't it? What have you got to do?" "That's the trouble. She can only be woken if someone... you know... and... well, makes it happen for her." Gossamer shook her head in confusion, "What are you talking about?" "It's... well, it's a sexual thing, you're too young to know about that." It clicked into place, "You mean, someone's got to make her have an orgasm. Yes, I suppose that would wake her up. But what's the problem? You can't be short of people who'd like to do that for her." "But..." The King took a deep breath and wriggled a bit in his chair, clearly uncomfortable about talking of this. "The person who performs this feat must... umm, have my seed within." Again, it took Gossamer a few moments to work this out. "I see," she said at last. "What you're saying is, whoever goes to rescue her, you have to make love to them first, then they go straight off and give Azure an orgasm. Then she'll be freed from the spell." "Yes," the King agreed, in a rather strangled voice. "Well... what's the problem then?" "You see," the King's normally white face was showing a distinct redness now. "It would mean... um... doing things with one of my warriors that I wouldn't want to do." "Why, aren't they cute?" "You see, two men, they don't... It's unmanly." Gossamer stared. "I don't know what unmanly means," she said at last, "but my brothers love fucking each other's arses. Sometimes I think they'd rather do that than fuck me." The King clearly took a decision not to pursue this line any further. "Anyway," he added, "if I sent one of my warrior to... do what they have to for Azure, I couldn't trust them to restrain themselves." Gossamer decided not even to ask why anyone in their right mind would want to restrain themselves when enjoying sex. Instead she asked, "Then why not send a woman?" "Well... that would be shameful too, though far less so. But it doesn't matter. What woman would be able to fight her way to my daughter, and overcome all the snares? And what woman would dare?" "I would," said Gossamer simply. "Only I wouldn't have to fight anyone, I could just fly straight into the window." The King looked thoughtful. "I suppose... But no, I'd have to... you know. with you. I've never, um, done that with a child before." Gossamer's eyes widened, if that was possible, with surprise. "Why not?" she asked. "Don't they like you? I think you're quite nice, for an imp." "No, no, it's not that. We believe it's wrong to... to do that with a child." If the faery-child had been surprised before, this hit her like a thunderbolt. "You mean, no-one fucks the children here? How do they have any fun then? Maybe that's why they look so unhappy, they must have all had miserable childhoods." Then she gave him a smile of such incredibly seductive cuteness that no-one could have resisted her. "Never mind, I'm not an imp child, and fucking's my absolute favourite thing in the whole wide world." She considered. "Well, that and having my clit licked." With a mischievous look, she reached under his robe. "Thought so," she said happily. "Your cock wants to fuck me, even if you haven't realised yet." He tried one last protest, though his resolve was weakening. "But you're such a little girl, I might hurt you." Gossamer threw back her head and laughed clearly. "Your cock isn't that big," she told him; then, seeing his face, she added quickly, "Oh, I don't mean it isn't big for an imp. It's just that a faery cunt, even a child's one, stretches and squeezes to be comfortable with any size, however big or small... At least," she conceded unwillingly, "I suppose that elephant did hurt a bit. But not too much." The King was now very red, and seemed to be finding speech difficult; so the little girl lifted the silly robe over his head, revealing a rather beautiful cock sticking straight up at the ceiling. About as big as her tiny lower arm, it was stiff, with its foreskin pulled back from the knob. It looked so lovely, she felt tempted to suck it, make him come in her mouth; but she wasn't sure whether that would count. Her cunt was wet and open, as always when it sensed the chance of a fuck; so, climbing backwards onto his lap, so that her bum nestled into his lap, she impaled herself on his erection, pushing down and raising up, getting him all the way into her magical faery cunt in three thrusts. The King was making strange noises, and appeared completely incapable of acting himself. Gossamer actually had to take his hand and place it on her clit, before he started rubbing it. Even then, he did it quite clumsily; but the child matched her thrusts to his rubbing, and was soon building towards an orgasm. It didn't take long for the King to shoot his "seed", as he'd called it, up her cunt and into her little immature womb. But the combination of his cock and his fingers, not to mention the novelty of the fuck, ensured that this was all she needed to set her coming too. It was too late for Gossamer to start her journey now, so they agreed that she should set off at first light. The child was shown to a splendid bedroom; but Gossamer didn't want sleep, she wanted more sex. A bowl of water had been left, presumably for her to wash; but Gossamer spoke sweetly and coaxingly to it, and it began to show her what was happening in other parts of the city. First of all, she had a look at what the King was doing. He was sitting in his bedchamber, a little imp-girl on his lap: Gossamer decided she was perhaps five. He had one hand up her skirt and the other rubbing inside her bodice; and the child giggled, as he kissed her and whispered in her ear. Watching the little girl's glowing, excited face, Gossamer felt a twinge of pride. Thanks to her, at least one imp-child would experience the joy of being well and truly fucked by a grown-up. She looked around the city. For a people so reluctant to talk about sex, she noted, a remarkable number of the imps seemed to be enjoying it. She settled at last on an adolescent boy, good-looking apart from a few pimples, who was alone in a bedroom masturbating furiously. Looking in on his thoughts, Gossamer found that he was imagining himself fucking an extremely beautiful imp- girl. He was doing it rather clumsily, and the girl's anatomy seemed rather improbable, even for an imp; but he had a nice big cock, and he was definitely enthusiastic. Gossamer flew out of the window. The boy was startled out of his wits when a little, naked faery-girl, with blue skin and purple hair, came fluttering in through his window and landed astride his belly. He kept opening and shutting his mouth, with nothing coming out; but Gossamer hadn't come here to talk. His cock was already stiff and straining, and she'd been ready to fuck for ages, so she simply lifted her adorable little bum and impaled herself the erect organ. He came within half a minute, shooting bursts of hot come into the little girl's cunt; but that didn't matter, because he stayed hard, and she rode him till she came too. Turning around, Gossamer put them into a sixty-nine, enjoying his awkward but eager tongue washing across her lips and her clit, while she received his second load of come in her mouth. They cuddled for a while, after that, as she played with his half-deflated cock, feeling it gradually stiffen again, and he stuck a finger up her still hungry cunt. After a while, Gossamer pulled him over on top of her, guiding him between her legs, and he began to hump her hard. Having already come twice, he lasted a long time, and the child was having the time of her life, her orgasms blurring into one another, before he shot another load into her body and collapsed onto her, exhausted. They lay quietly together, kissing and cuddling as they fell asleep. He kept telling her over and over, very seriously, that he was in love with her. Gossamer couldn't help giggling. He made it sound as if it were such a big deal. Of course you were in love with someone, while you fucked them, that was only right. She'd lost count of the people she'd been in love with. Gossamer slept for a while, and woke up just before dawn. Slipping from the boys arms without waking him, she returned to her own bedroom. She'd had very little sleep, but she felt fine: she'd always found being really well fucked far more refreshing than sleep. There were only a few people to see her off on her quest; but the King was there, yawning and with dark smudges under his eyes, but looking happier far happier and more relaxed than he'd been yesterday. He gave her a formal kiss, under cover of which they snatched a slightly less formal one, and he wished her luck. Knowing that, for some bizarre reason, the imps disapproved of sex with children, Gossamer interpreted the glances and muttering among the onlookers as speculation as to how she'd qualified to rescue the Princess. Gossamer took off, did a few somersaults in the air to say goodbye, then soared up to her favourite cruising height, riding the thermals. She flew all morning and part of the afternoon, resisting the temptation to stop for food, rest or sex. From the description she'd received of the route, it would take her much of the day to get to Gumblegunk's castle; and she wanted to have Azure away from it by nightfall. Catching a glimpse, far below, of a stallion servicing a mare, she reflected wistfully that she was spending most of her eighth birthday flying. It didn't matter: she'd be enjoying the best birthday present she'd ever had, at the end of the journey. Even her faery spirits sobered a little at the first sight of the castle. She'd thought the imp-city had been big; but this was like nothing she could ever have imagined. A sprawl of black stone, covering an area that must take nearly an hour to walk around, its tiers piling up higher and higher, until they resolved into a single tower, thrusting like an impossibly huge erection far, far up into the sky, its top almost on a level with where she now flew. It took little Gossamer several minutes before she screwed up the courage to go on again; and thoughts of the beautiful Azure and her wonderful clit played a part in reaching that decision. Still, she had used the time to think, trying to remember her vision. The glimpse of sky outside the window, she decided, had seemed very high indeed. Although the castle's main body rose higher than any building she'd seen before, only the tower seemed lofty enough to account for what she'd seen. So that narrowed down a search that, for a moment, she'd despaired of. All she had to do was fly around that tower, from the top downwards, looking into all the windows, until she found Azure. In fact, the Princess was through only the third window she came to, almost at the top of the tower. The shutters were open, and Gossamer wondered who came all the way up her to shut them when it rained. Maybe they were magic, and did it by themselves. There was nothing to prevent her from getting through. This surprised her, until she realised that Gumblegunk would be concerned about warriors who rode up to his gates on horseback, not about faeries flying in through a thousand-foot-high window. Alighting at the bedside, Gossamer gazed entranced at the naked, sleeping form of Azure, on her back and (yes, she'd been right first time) tied by wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. She was even more beautiful close-up than she had been in the vision; and Gossamer couldn't help starting to rub an extremely hungry cunt. It had, after all, seen no action since her final fuck with the boy last night. Gossamer examined the girl from the head down. She could see now that Azure's horns were inlaid with little designs in gold and ivory; that, unlike the imp-women she'd seen in the city, her face had no colours on it, apart from the natural colours of her eyes, brows and vivid lips. She examined Azure's nipples, which stood proudly erect in the midst of large aureoles; her cute bellybutton (Gossamer loved bellybuttons); and, of course, those incredible cunt-lips and clit. Still, she took her eyes from the Princess's honey-pot long enough to note that she did have a tail, but it was squashed under her bum, and Gossamer couldn't make out whether it actually was a specially pretty one. She knew what she was there for, and there seemed little point hanging around. Still, the little girl couldn't resist starting with that beautiful face, kissing each eye in turn, then the tip of her nose, then a deep, passionate kiss on those lovely red lips. Then she worked her way down over the chin, the throat, to the girl's little breasts, where she lingered a while, suckling in turn on each of Azure's nipples. She was delighted to notice that, although the Princess still slept soundly, they were definitely harder and more erect after her sucking than before. Further down, across Azure's smooth, flat belly, pausing for a while to blow raspberries into that cute little bellybutton; then down further, to the downy mound, and finally reaching the big, puffy cunt-lips. Gossamer licked luxuriously around the insides with her long, flexible tongue, prising apart the wet inner lips and sticking her tongue into Azure's cunt. But it was stopped from penetrating any deeper by some kind of thin layer of membrane, right across the hole a little way in. The child had never come across anything like it, so she assumed it must be some peculiarity of imp-girls. It seemed quite flimsy, and she wondered whether to simply break through it, so she could tongue-fuck this wonderful girl properly. But she thought, better not. After all, for all she knew, it might be essential for an imp-girl's survival. Instead, she pulled her tongue out and began concentrating on the jewel in Azure's crown: her big, protruding clit. First she gave it lots of light, quick kisses; then snaked out her tongue, to give a series of fast flicks across its tip; and finally took it into her mouth, as if it were a cock. In fact, she reflected, it was very like sucking a baby's cock, something she'd done often enough with her little brother. Gossamer quickly got into a rhythm, sucking Azure's clitty, while her tongue-tip played across it between her teeth. She moved around to straddle the sleeping girl's belly, getting into a kind of sixty-nine. Except that, short as she was, she couldn't sit on Azure's face while eating her, so she plonked her own sopping little cunt onto one of the Princess's tits, instead, grinding it hard while she reached down to diddle her own clit. Although she showed no sign of waking, Azure was showing every sign of approaching an orgasm. She bucked and writhed in her sleep, moans escaping unconscious lips. Gossamer found it difficult to stay on, especially as she herself was in a state of almost continuous orgasm, her sweet faery juices flooding all over Azure's tits. Feeling a quivering growing inside her sleeping lover's cunt, Gossamer redoubled her blow-job on the girl's clit, bringing up her spare hand to dive into the throbbing hole, thrusting a couple of slim fingers in as far as the strange barrier would allow. That seemed to take Azure right over the edge. Still in her sleep, the girl gave an ear-piercing shriek, fighting madly against her bonds and the little-girl weight holding her down. Her juices (which Gossamer was already used to and found delicious) flooded out into the faery's mouth, and the Princess went into spasms that seemed to last forever. Gossamer too came once more, her biggest yet; and she collapsed forward, head buried between Azure's juice- stained thighs. "What's happening?" a voice said suddenly from behind her. "Who are you?" The voice sounded confused, even a little petulant, but Gossamer still thought it was one of the most musical sounds she had ever heard. Lifting her head up, she turned round from the waist to see Azure, her head lifted off the pillow, staring at her with a mixture of consternation and bewilderment. "I'm Gossamer," she said, smiling at the glorious Princess. "I've come to rescue you." "But..." Azure shook her head, puzzled. "You're a faery, aren't you? And a child. Why didn't my father send one of his knights?" "There was... a problem," said Gossamer delicately. She'd learnt enough of imp ways to guess that Azure probably didn't want the full details of the problem the moment she'd woken up. "So I came instead." "Oh," said Azure quietly, dropping her head back. This wasn't going quite how Gossamer had hoped. "It's all right," she said, a rare edge of sarcasm creeping into her voice, "you can thank me later, if you prefer." "Ah... sorry." A lovely pale blush came over Azure's snow-white face. "Thank you, Gossamer. It just... took me by surprise, a bit." She lifted her head again abruptly. "I was dreaming," she said slowly, "that I was having a... delicious feeling. Indescribable. Then it all got to much to contain, and I woke up, and you were... well..." Gossamer had climbed off Azure by now, and was sitting on the bed beside her. "That was when you came. It was really awesome. Do you always come that hard?" Azure blushed so deeply that she had a distinct colour in her face now. "Well, I... that is... I don't know really." A sudden thought occurred to her. "It was you... you know, doing that, wasn't it?" Gossamer nodded happily. They were getting to the point, now. But Azure wrinkled her face up. "I never expected a girl could make me feel like that. There must be something wrong with me." "Not as far as I can see," Gossamer protested. "I think you're absolutely perfect. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you in the vision." There was a long silence, as Azure's blush continued to deepen. "Wow," she whispered at last. There was another pause. "Well," she said slowly, "you're very pretty yourself. And it did feel scrumptious, even if it was wicked. I wish I'd been awake for it." "Well, you can be next time," Gossamer told her, delighted. "How about now?" "Now? Oh, yes. Only... I'm still tied up. Could you please, please, untie me first?" "Oh, all right." Gossamer slid up the bed and began to work at the knot holding Azure's right wrist. It wasn't a difficult knot; but, every time it seemed to be unraveling, the cord suddenly tightened again, and she had to start from scratch. After a while, she moved round to try the other three knots, one after another, with exactly the same results. "I didn't think of this," said Gossamer, frustrated, returning to sit beside Azure. "The cords must be enchanted. I'll have to work out how to break the enchantment, before I can untie you." Azure stared at her, looking utterly miserable. Her lip began to tremble, and a tear began to slide down her cheek, followed by another. "Don't cry," said Gossamer awkwardly. "I'll find out. Somehow." But that only seemed to make the other girl worse. She was sobbing now, but she couldn't even move her hand to wipe the tears away, Gossamer lay down beside her, put her arms around Azure and began kissing her face, licking up the tears: even they tasted sweet on Azure. The Princess stopped crying, and Gossamer thought happily that she must be good at comforting. But it was only when Azure gave a gasp that she realised that, quite unconsciously, she'd begun to play with the girl's nipples, which were now standing erect, and Azure was rather more than comforted. She turned a flushed, tear- streaked face towards the faery-child, gazing at her intently for a few moments, before pressing her lips, tenderly and a little squirmily, against Gossamer's. They kissed for a long time, while Gossamer stroked, flicked and pinched Azure's tits, until the imp-girl was breathing in great rasps. Gossamer knew exactly what she wanted. "Don't go away," she said before she could stop herself; and, moving down the girl's body, she wrapped their legs around one another so that their crotches were resting together. Reaching down with her hand, she pushed the hood completely back from Azure's wonderful clit, then slid it in between her pussy-lips and just into the hole. Her cunt-walls contracted around it, and she began to rock to and fro, riding Azure's clit. Though the biggest of its kind she'd ever seen, it was still tiny compared with most of the cocks she had inside her; but Gossamer's magical cunt could deal with small sizes as easily as large, and Azure's clit-fuck was just as thrilling as that donkey she'd had last week. She couldn't reach to kiss Azure while they fucked, so she suckled on the girl's tits instead, enjoying their fresh, light taste that was so deliciously different from the beautiful flowery taste she got from her mother's tits. Both girls came again and again, and only stopped when they were both exhausted, bathed in sweat and cunt- juices. Pulling herself wearily up her lover's body, Gossamer cuddled up to Azure. They kissed each other lazily over and over, murmuring baby-names and how much they each loved the other. Gossamer was dozing deliciously, awake enough to be half-aware of her surroundings, when a squeaking voice said, "I thought she wanted to know the spell." "Hush, dear," said another squeak, "They've been busy." "Huh," the first squeak commented, "trust a faery to have sex before anything else. They're worse than nymphs." "Oh, don't be a spoilsport, angel. They're in love, and it's so sweet." "Sweet? What's sweet about a lot of grunting and squelching and getting wet? You wouldn't catch us doing that." "I wouldn't catch you doing that," said the second squeak, a little acidly. "Chance would be a fine thing, dear." Sitting up, Gossamer couldn't see at first who was speaking; but then she caught sight of two mice on the floor. "Oh, hello," she said. "Sorry, have you been waiting long?" Azure also sat up curiously, a puzzled look on her face; and she almost jumped out of her skin when the first mouse spoke again. "Don't you want to know how to loosen the bonds?" "Oh yes, please," said Gossamer eagerly. "If you know that, we'll be grateful for ever." "Course we know," the mouse told her scornfully. "Mice go everywhere, see everything, hear everything, smell and taste everything. Mice know. The spell is held by Gumblegunk's concentration; and Gumblegunk's good at concentrating. He can even go on concentrating when he's asleep. There's only one time his concentration wavers for a few seconds." The mouse paused for so long that Gossamer said eagerly, "Yes?" "It's..." He ground to a halt again. The other mouse tutted loudly. "Don't beat about the bush," she said. "Gumblegunk is only vulnerable when he's just shot his load up a pretty girl's cunt." Azure's squeak rivaled those of the mice. "But I've seen it," she protested. "You know, his... his thingy. It's huge. It's unnatural. It's..." She glanced at Gossamer. "It's nearly as big as you are. It would never fit in anyone." Gossamer glanced at her girlfriend, disturbed. Even granted that Azure didn't understand quite how pliable a faery cunt was, the task seemed formidable. "Er... does it work," she asked hesitantly, "if he comes into this pretty girl's mouth? Or in her hand? Or," an idea struck her, "absolutely all over her?" "No," the mouse told her sternly, adamantly. "None of those work, for some reason. It's fucking her, or nothing." "But it'll kill her," exclaimed Azure, in great distress. "Gossamer, you can't do this. I won't let you." She was starting to cry. Knowing how much it meant to the girl to get free, she was touched by the way she thought of her girlfriend first; and it was this, more than anything, that resolved her. "I'll be all right," she said determinedly. "I can take more than you'd think. It won't be pleasant, but I'll manage." Then, kissing Azure to stifle her protests, she turned to the mice. "Is there anything else I have to do?" "Yes," the first mouse squeaked. "Just as... well, at the crucial moment, you have to say "Release Azure"." "What then?" Azure demanded. "Surely he'll realise what she's doing, and... and do something horrible to her." "I shouldn't think so," said the mouse with a coy giggle. "Considering what he'll be doing at the time, he won't even hear." "And if he does," added the second mouse, "well, you've got wings, and he hasn't." "Oh well," said Gossamer, "I certainly wouldn't be able to use a blow-job, even if it had worked, would I?" "Why not?" asked Azure, puzzled. "Well," said the child, mildly scandalised, "didn't your mother teach not to speak with your mouth full?" Gossamer didn't go at once. Azure was even more distressed than she was about the prospect, so the faery stayed with her for a while. Since the Princess was unable to hold her, she cuddled close up, at first kissing her so sweetly and lovingly that her tongue almost touched the other girl's tonsils; then suckling on her tits. It was only meant to comfort her; but she did it so thoroughly that she made Azure come again. At last, reluctantly, Gossamer raised her head and looked out of the window. "It's getting late," she said nervously. "I'd better go and find Gumblegunk." Azure cried again a bit, so Gossamer kissed her and got up. "So," she said, turning to the mice, "do you know where I can find him?" "On the ground floor," squeaked the second mouse, "third window from the southwest corner. Take care, sweetheart." Gossamer flew out of the window and soared downwards to the ground-floor, searching for the right window. It was propped open, to let in the warmth of the afternoon; and she slipped in through the narrow gap, landing lightly and soundlessly on the floor. Gumblegunk had his back to the window, leaning over a large book on a lectern. He was naked, as goblins always are. After all, you don't need clothes if you have thick leathery skin covered in green scales. From behind, she could see his thin legs, sharply bend and ending in splayed feet with wicked talons, and the narrow tail with a barb at he end. When he turned around, as he did a moment later, clearly hearing some sound, she got a view of a broad, hideous face, with a flat nose, a huge mouth with canine teeth as long as her lower arm, and tiny red eyes, glowing with hatred. And then her eyes traveled down. Since a few moments before he'd been studying some dry magical text, Gossamer assumed that Gumblegunk's cock must exist in a permanent state of erection. It was every bit as big as Azure had described it, if not bigger; and it was grey and scabby, ending in a huge bulbous head of some livid shade of green. Looking at the monstrous thing, Gossamer's resolve wavered. How could even her cunt accommodate that monstrous thing? The goblin-wizard gave a hideous leer, as his eyes fell on the tiny figure before him. "A faery. A little faery child. What are you doing, my juicy baby, so far from the Forest? No matter, it's almost teatime, and faery child is my absolute favourite snack. Especially the blue ones, they taste sweetest." Suppressing a shudder, Gossamer put on what she hoped was a flirty, seductive air. It wasn't something she'd had much practice at: in the Forest, if you wanted to fuck, you just said so. But she wiggled her hips, pouted outrageously and fluttered her eyes, and was encouraged to see Gumblegunk's stiff cock twitch and assume a position slightly closer to vertical. "Even in the Forest," she said in her coyest voice, "I'd heard legends of your famous prick, your wizardship, and I wanted to see if the reports exaggerate." "Oh? Gumblegunk looked interested. "And... er... have they?" "They don't even come close," she breathed in an awed voice. "My little cunt's on fire at the sight of it.. Please, grant me the honour of sticking that stupendous dong up my cunt, just once, before you eat me. It'll be worth it." Gumblegunk preened himself. "Trust a faery," he said. "The most shameless sluts in the world." Realising that he didn't sound displeased at this fact, Gossamer fluttered her lashes some more, and began playing with her clit. The goblin's erection jerked, ending up, at last, completely vertical. Gossamer leant forward and, with her spare hand, began also playing with his huge, scaly balls. "Just sit back," she breathed, "and let the most sluttish of all faery sluts take care of all your needs." There was no way the little girl could reach the top of that erection: it towered even over Gumblegunk's head. But that didn't matter: she lifted lightly off the ground, fluttering her gauzy wings, until she was level with the huge, bulbous head of his prick. Trying to avoid being completely put off by her feeling of revulsion, Gossamer stuck out her long, sinuous tongue and began to lick the slimy green knob. In fact, though not pleasant, it wasn't as bad as she'd feared; and she licked it all over, even managing to take the very tip in her mouth, pushing her tongue-tip into the crusty piss-hole. Gumblegunk was quivering and gasping, and his cock started to twitch, tossing the little faery around with it. If she wasn't careful, he'd come right there, and her efforts would have been wasted. Fluttering up higher, Gossamer stretched her legs wide open and lowered herself gingerly onto the goblin's erection. By any reasonable estimate, there was no way the monster would fit into her tight pussy; but faery-cunt is the most elastic in existence, and slowly, very slowly, Gossamer eased the head between her lips. "More, more," Gumblegunk was howling, "all the way, all the way, you fucking little cunt of a whore, my prick's going to split you in two, I'm going to blow your brains out with my come, destroy your baby cunt, you fucking slut..." Gossamer winced with embarrassment, as he ranted on and on in the same vein: she wasn't offended, it was just so tasteless. But she did as he told her. Raising herself slightly, the child pushed down to impale herself a bit further; and again; and again... Feeling the stabs of pain, as her cunt expanded further than it rightfully should have been able to, Gossamer pushed further and further down, until she finally felt her bum-cheeks scraping against the goblin's huge scaly balls. It shouldn't have been possible, of course. Gumblegunk's cock was almost as thick as her own body, and should have squashed all her internal organs. And it had definitely penetrated her for more than her own height. But a faery's cunt is not only elastic in the normal sense, but can also (though very painfully) expand into other dimensions. Gossamer had only once or twice used this capability before, and never to fit anything remotely this big up her hole. The agony was so excruciating, she thought she'd pass out, and grimly fought for consciousness. But, to her surprise, there was something wildly erotic about the pain, and Gossamer came even before the goblin did. Gumblegunk had now grabbed her under the armpits and was jerking her wildly up and down his shaft. He was screaming things now that even a faery found obscene; and she could feel his cock swelling and twitching deep inside her extra-dimensional cunt. Then he shot his load. As far as Gossamer knew, the most copious comers in the world were centaurs; and the centaur she'd sucked off yesterday had drenched her from head to foot, even after she'd swallowed as much as she possibly could. But she realised now that Gumblegunk beat any centaur hands down. Oceans of come poured out of the huge balls, up the erect prick and out into the strange spaces of the other dimension, leaving Gossamer gasping. Trough the haze of pain and orgasm, the faery-child didn't forget why she was there. As spurt followed spurt of hot, gooey come, she whispered, "Free Azure." As the mouse had suggested, Gumblegunk was far too busy to notice. The spurts slowed down and stopped; but the goblin cock didn't deflate. Gossamer was too exhausted to free herself, until, with a lurch of her heart, she felt herself grabbed and yanked, in one movement, off Gumblegunk's erection, screaming as her cunt-walls were forced around the bulbous green head. He held her upside-down by one foot, poking at her red, sore pussy. "Remarkable," he exclaimed, suddenly all scholar. "So small, yet..." "Ummm... haven't finished yet," Gossamer improvised wildly. "If you'll just let me carry on..." "Oh, I don't think so, I've had enough cunt for now. All that coming's made me starving. Faery-child in a toasted bun would just go down nicely. Or faery-on-a-stick. I must admit, I do like licking the blue ones, they're always so sweet... aarghhhhh." Desperately twisting herself up with aid of her wings, Gossamer had managed to sink her teeth into her captor's hand. It barely left a mark, but took him so much by surprise that he loosened his grip for a second. That was all she needed. Gossamer flew at breakneck speed towards the window, squirming away from Gumblegunk's hand that snatched at her, and shot out into the open air. When Gossamer flew into the tower-room, the first thing she saw was Azure, standing by the bed rubbing her wrists and ankles, talking anxiously with the mice. As soon as she saw her lover, the imp-girl rushed into her arms, almost crushing the life out of her, smothering her with kisses. For a while, nothing else mattered; but then Azure held Gossamer away and looked at her, eyes traveling down to the child's damaged crotch. "Oh," she breathed tenderly, "your poor little pussy. Lie down, darling, and I'll make it feel better." Her eyes were glowing with excitement and anticipation. Gossamer longed to experience getting a tongue-job from Azure; but they didn't have time. "No," she said reluctantly, "Gumblegunk might have seen were I went. We've got to get away now." "But the door's locked," Azure protested, "and I can't get out the way you.... ooooohhhhhhhh." She shrieked as Gossamer lifted her, as easily as if she'd been one of the mice, and took off lightly. The faery hovered, the twelve-year-old imp-girl in her arms, and blew a kiss to the mice. "Thank you, darlings," she said. "I wish I had time to really show my gratitude. Maybe I will, one day." And she flew out of the tower window. Although Gossamer was tired, she didn't stop for over an hour, when they came to an arm of the Forest. She landed among the trees, and deposited Azure gently on her feet. Then she examined her lover all over, for the first time. As she'd suspected, the Princess had the cutest bum-cheeks, noticeably jutting out and clenched tightly around the cleft, and an adorably sexy tail that seemed to have a life of its own. She was surprised too to find that, standing up, Azure looked far less grown-up than she had on the enchanted bed. They spent until nightfall making love. Azure gave Gossamer's cunt a thorough licking first, and the child soon forgot about how sore it felt. They both licked each other's cunts and clits several times, as well as their tits (Gossamer's nipples were sensitive, although they were in a flat chest). Azure also clit-fucked Gossamer again, more actively this time; and Gossamer showed her a few of the wonderful places she could put that sexy tail. It was dark, when they finally both sat up and looked around. "We'd better stay here for the night," said Gossamer, not at all sorry about it. "Oh... but isn't that dangerous?" asked Azure, clearly not wanting to win the argument. "Not when you're with me. It would be dangerous to fly at night... well, a bit. I can take you home in the morning." "Oh... yes." Azure looked so deflated, that Gossamer asked, puzzled, "Don't you want to go home?" "Well... yes, of course... It's just... when I get back, I'm supposed to marry Prince Potipew, and he's... well, he reminds me a bit of Gumblegunk. Not as much, as course, but..." she glanced shyly at her girlfriend. "Gossamer, what's it like to... you know, have a you- know-what in there?" It took a moment before Gossamer understood. "A prick up your cunt, you mean?" Azure nodded, her pale blush showing again. "You mean you've never....?" "Of course not. I'm supposed to stay a virgin till I'm married." She glanced a little guiltily at the faery. "Oh, I don't suppose you know what one of them is, do you?" "Of course I do," replied Gossamer at once, feeling as offended as was possible with Azure. And she did understand the word, of course; though for the life of her, she couldn't understand why anyone would want to stay a new-born baby till the were twelve, even if they could. "So does that mean you don't want to try a cock? Pity, it's great fun." "Well..." Azure hesitated. She'd always been taught that people who behaved like Gossamer were wicked. But she somehow couldn't believe that this wonderful little girl, who was so beautiful, so sexy, who could make her pussy-juices stream with one look, could be anything but good. And if she said it was fun... "Well, I could try it, I suppose. Just to see what it's like...." Gossamer was so happy, she danced for joy, then kissed Azure deeply. "You'll love it. I'll introduce you to everyone. We might even find a unicorn to share, they're just the best. Lets start now, sweetheart, please." She pulled Azure to her feet and kissed her again. Then, hand in hand, the faery child and the pubescent imp-girl walked deeper into the Forest, in search of more adventure. To be continued? Any comments or suggestions would be welcome. white_rabbit27@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 17