The snow had turned glassy and heavy flakes listlessly fell in the lamplight. Tired after a long, fun day in town, Azalea’s lungs stung, and she felt sluggish. Having a full belly after their dinner meeting with Mavis didn’t help matters.
She hovered behind Devin and Reina, trying to blow warmth into her hands and rubbing them together. She soon gave up, landed on Reina’s back, and cozied into her fur.
Her two loves were busy conversing about the new commission, sourcing out bee-girl honey, given by Devin’s charismatic harpy sister. Too sleepy to contribute much, Azalea listened to them make plans.
“Tomorrow might be a good time to have the wagon converted, and while we are there, maybe we can have a properly-fitted harness made,” Devin commented.
“Less chafing would be appreciated,” added Reina.
“The process should take a day or two.”
“What changes are you making to the wagon?”
“Nothing major. Same thing I do every year. I’ll have the wheels taken off and runners put on, turning it into a sleigh. Can you think of any other adjustments you would like?”
“Some bells.”
“Bells?”
“Whitehorns wear a few during blizzards so they don’t lose each other. While maybe not practical for us, it is a reassuring and pleasant sound,” Reina explained.
Devin held her hand. “Bells it is, then.”
As they rounded a street corner, the clock in the town center’s tower had chimed eleven times. All the people socializing earlier had gone home, leaving the streets desolate except for an old man locking up his shop for the night.
Azalea was drifting off to sleep when she bolted upright. She stared intently behind them, her eyes flashing purple.
“What’s wrong?” asked Devin.
“Someone’s over there.”
“Where?”
“In that alley.” She grabbed his hand and bolted into the darkness. He couldn’t see anything, relying on his distressed-sounding fairy to lead the way. The rank smell of garbage was everywhere. He didn’t want to know what he was stepping in as she led him to a dead end.
“Where am I looking?”
Azalea activated her crest, and another flash from her eyes made him rub his. Azalea was a ball of radiance, pulsing with life. His own hand and arm had an equally strong effulgence around them.
“What am I looking at?”
“Remember how we found Reina through her halation?”
“Her what?”
“Her life outline! Never mind about that. We need to save them!”
At his feet, in an overturned barrel, was a very faint outline, ambient and unmoving. A tattered rag hung in front of the barrel opening. The smell from inside made him recoil, but he held his breath and reached in. Digging around a pile of rags, he felt a squishy and soft lump which he dragged out of the barrel. Then he carried it to a lamp post where Reina and Jeni were waiting.
They all gathered around as he pulled back the fabric, revealing a demi-human with black hair, matted and greasy around tall, conical ears.
“A batgirl,” wondered Reina. She reached out to discover the girl’s skin was pale and cold.
“Is she still alive?” asked Devin.
“She won’t be if we don’t do something!” Azalea was on the verge of tears.
Jeni brought her ear close to the batgirl’s face. “Barely detectable, but she is breathing.”
“We might be too late to do anything for her. Finding a chirurgeon at this hour would be impossible… and even if we did, the chances of them knowing how to treat this specific kind of demi-human would be unlikely.”
“But we have to try, life-mate!” pleaded Azalea.
With an earnest expression, Reina placed her hand on his. “I agree with Azalea, herd-mate. We need to try.”
Jeni stroked the lifeless-appearing face with one of her feathers. “This one possesses a little knowledge that may be of assistance.”
Devin was dubious but yielded. “Alright, I suppose where there is life, there’s hope, and this one isn’t gone yet. Maybe you two should take her and go on ahead.”
Jeni scrambled onto Reina’s back and held out her wings to Devin. “He handed over the demi-human. The owl-girl folded her wings around her patient and hugged her close.
“Azalea and I will be there as soon as we can,” Devin stated
Reina sprinted away, the heavy crunch of her hooves disappearing into the dark.
“Azalea, We’ll try our best.”
“I know, life-mate. Thank you for trying.” She sniffled.
—–
Where am I? Am I dreaming? I can’t move or see anything. Voices? Whose? There is a calm, gentle voice.
“In here, herd-mate!”
Then an awkward, stuffy voice.
“This one will find apple vinegar for her mange.”
A high, tinkling voice.
“Her wing is broken, life-mate.”
Are they talking about me? It’s hard to concentrate. I should have told my friend about being sick. I know she’s going to be worried. She going to be upset with me. But thats ok, as long as I can see her mischievous face again. I want to laugh again at her stories.
“She groaned, life-mate!”
“A sign she’s still with us.”
‘Warmth. It’s awaking all the hurt. Hands, many hands, and some not hands… feathers? Strong, rough hands; tiny, delicate hands; slender, determined hands. They are putting something on me. Such a strong smell of overly-ripe apples. Rough scraping. It hurts, but it’s making the itching go away.
Now where am I. Am I floating. It’s hot. Everything throbs and aches, but it’s soothing. Slender fingers are scrubbing something slimy into my hair.
I want to stay here forever. No, put me back in the heat. I don’t like being cold. Strong hands are carrying me. I’m on something soft. Am I being dried off?’
Tiny hands are stroking my forehead.
“Too hard to stay awake. I’ll just sleep for a bit.”
—————-
“Can you get more blankets, please, Reina?”
Azalea stroked the girl’s brow, softly humming a lullaby. Reina draped another blanket over the bed.
“This one has brought a stick of lavender incense meant to provide a restful sleep,” Handing it over to Devin, he lit it for her, and a soothing fragrance filled the room.
“We scrubbed the mange off as best we could. The rest is up to her body to heal.” He said tiredly.
Reina untied her apron and folded it. “What do you think happened to her? Could she have flown into something and crashed?”
“This one thinks, she’s sick. Her breathing is raspy, and she sounds congested, conducive to her lungs being full of fluid.”
“A mystery, for sure.” Devin said. “Tomorrow when we go into town, we’ll ask around to see if we can find a professional to look her over. I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.”
This one is sorry she does not have more bed space available for Young Patron.”
“It’s alright, Jeni.” Devin pulled a chair over, tipped the back against the wall, and put his feet up. “I’m too tired to worry about it tonight.”
“Wake this one if there is any major change.” Jeni left the room, closing the door with a click.
“Are you going to be comfortable over there, Reina?”
Reina laid down on a pile of blankets at the base of the bed. “It’s slightly cramped, herd-mate, but I can tuck my legs in.”
Azalea flew around, kissing Devin and Reina goodnight before flying over to the batgirl’s pillow and curling up on the edge. “Good night, my loves! See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Azalea.” They said in unison.
———–
The city clock was half past the second watch of the night when a pounding came from the front door, startling Azalea and Reina awake.
“Who could that be at this hour?”
“I don’t know, but life-mate so tired he’s not waking up.” Azalea flew over and shook Devin’s shoulder.
“Let him sleep, Azalea. I’ll answer it.”
Reina struggled to her feet and passed through the dark lab. “Who is it?”
“I need to see her. Let me in!”
“Reina, the voice sounds like Suvi’s?”
Reina unlatched the door and swung it open. The panicked rat girl barged past the surprised girls, dressed in her old clothes plus her new coat. “Where is Ky?” she demanded.
“Who? The batgirl?”
“Yes!”
“She’s in the back…” Before she could finish, Suvi spun on her heels and darted through the kitchen. Upon seeing her friend bandaged and pale on the bed, she halted in the doorframe. She slowly crossed the room, fell to her knees next to the bedside, and began to cry.
By now, Devin had awoken, confused about what was going on.
Reina quietly walked behind him. When Devin turned to her, they exchanged sympathetic looks over Suvi and Ky’s situation. “Her name seems to be Ky, and she’s Suvi’s friend or acquaintance,” she whispered.
“Friend. We are alley mates!” The rat girl’s voice quivered. She looked over her shoulder with tear-streaked cheeks. “Where’d you find her?”
“In a barrel several blocks from here,” replied Devin.
“She was probably flying home from work.”
“May I ask what she does as a living?” inquired Reina.
“She works the glory holes at one of the brothels in the evenings. I left Whitegold early to go check on her and tell her I found a decent job, one where we could maybe afford a place to stay, but when I got home, she wasn’t there. I thought she was just late from work, but when it grew dark, I started to worry and went looking. Is she going to be ok?”
“She is very malnourished, has mange and a broken wing. Also, she was dangerously cold when we found her. Jeni thinks she also has a lung sickness,” answered Reina.
“As is easy to guess, we don’t live the most comfortable or well-fed lives. Mange is common among most demi-humans who live on the streets, and I suspected she was sick for a while. I even asked her, but she’s…not easy to understand.”
“Why is she hard to talk to?” Asked Azalea, coming up behind Suvi and giving her a hug.
“She only speaks her kind’s language,” Suvi sniffled. “Even though we’ve known each other for years, I still don’t know much about her. She doesn’t talk much either, just prefers to sit close to me or cuddle whenever we are together.”
Suvi began to tear up again. Reina went over and joined Azalea in hugging her. “We nursed her as well as we could. We’ll see how she is in the morning.”
“Thank you for helping her,” she cried into Reina’s shoulder.
“This one will brew a mullein leaf tea and use it to humidify the air for her lungs tomorrow,” reported Jeni, who suddenly appeared in the doorway. “It is cold and late. Friend Suvi should sleep next to this one tonight?”
“I don’t want to impose more then we already have. I’m fine with sleeping on the floor. And beside, I’m all sweaty and…”
“There’s a bathtub in there,” pointed Azalea. “Jeni has some lovely-smelling soap. Come, you’ll feel a lot better after once you are all warm and clean.” Suvi let Azalea guided her into the next room and kicked the door closed.
Reina laid back down, listening to their muffled voices. Azalea was doing her best to comfort her despondent friend.
They emerged after a time with Suvi wrapped in a towel. “She’s all clean!” announced Azalea.
All eyes turned her way, causing an embarrassed Suvi to retort, “You don’t have to herald it like a town crier.”
“Sorry,” Azalea said sheepishly. You just look so cute when your hair is wet.
“I wish there was a way for me to repay you for helping Ky and I.”
“No thanks necessary,” assured Devin. “Do you perchance know of any chirurgeons we could take her to? I do not. Never had the money to pay for one so I never bothered to look them up.”
“I do, but I couldn’t ask you to do that after all you’ve done already.”
“I’ll hear no more about that. A good deed should be done because it’s good, and that applies to friends,” asserted Reina. “Also, you must be hungry. Jeni, what do you have in the kitchen?”
“This one is not gifted in the culinary arts. There is rye bread and cheese in the cupboard.”
“Since we are going out tomorrow, I’ll get something to cook during our time here.” Reina fetched the meager fare and returned, handing it to Suvi. “Azalea, grab my comb and brush out of my bag, and please help me comb her hair.”
“Ok! I wonder if I should try to braid it.”
Suvi sat on the towel, nibbling while the girls attended to her hair.
“You have a job interview at Whitegold tomorrow?” Devin inquired, hoping to distract her from her awkwardness at being fawned over.
“Yes. I’ll probably leave early in the morning. Need to fetch the clothes you bought me.”
Devin tossed another log on the fire. “Reina and I are going to visit a wainwright in the morning. We can give you a lift. Azalea, do you mind staying behind to watch over Ky and keep Jeni company?”
“I don’t mind.”
Suvi looked herself over in the square pocket mirror Reina handed her. “Can I come back and see her when I’m done?”
“Friend Suvi shouldn’t even need to ask, of course. Now come, this one might have a nightgown in your size,” Jeni reassured her.
As the two left the room, the others re-settled in and fell asleep.
———
Devin, Reina, Suvi and Ky were gone well before Azalea awoke leaving her alone with Jeni for the day. The fairy felt a little lonely seeing no one to greet her. She stretched and rolled over, earnestly hoping they would be successful finding someone to help Ky.
Flying into the kitchen, she found a bucket of fresh well water. Making a mental note to purchase cups and other things in her size, once she had money, she used her hands to drink her fill. Hearing Jeni in the lab she poked her head in. “Good morning, Jeni!”
“Good morning, did little Azalea sleep well?”
“I did. I hope Ky will be ok.”
“This one is sure they will be successful. Young Patron and friend Suvi are very resourceful. There is a leftover loaf in the breadbox and a bowl of dried fruit in the kitchen if little Azalea is hungry. This one has a few orders needing to be finished.”
“Aight, I’ll maybe sketch for a bit after I eat.”
Azalea grabbed a portion of crusty, dark brown bread and a handful of dried apple slices to nibble on along with her art bag. She plopped down on a chair and watched the quiet owl shuffling between two of the four cauldrons, adding herbs and measuring different liquids together. All was silent except for the bubbling from the pots, the clink of glass, and the occasional hawking shout from distant store owners outside.
Having decided to draw Jeni as she worked, Azalea put pencil to paper. As she traced the outline, her mind wandered to last night and Mavis’ commission. The reason for a new adventure didn’t matter much to her. She was excited to go anywhere with Devin and Reina but wanted to contribute to their preparation. But her skill set was not particularly suited for the tasks ahead of them. If she asked to do something, she’d probably be told to not worry about it – something she didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t helping that Jeni was going about her own business with a sense of diligent purpose.
Azalea put her pencil down. “I want to do something to help life-mate and Reina.”
Jeni looked up from the notes she had been reading. “Watching over recovering Ky, leaving Young Patron and dutiful Reina free to do errands is not doing something?”
“It is. I meant for our journey. I want to be ‘hands-on’ doing something.”
“If this one recalls, didn’t little Azalea say she was going to be selling her milk?”
“Yes, but life-mate is such a slowpoke, and he probably won’t be ready to activate Reina’s crest anytime soon.”
Jeni uncorked a vial and smelled the contents. Scrunching up her nose, she threw it in the trash. “Iceford is a city of producers, and producers need suppliers.” She held up a familiar-looking vial and uncorked it.
“Isn’t that what we brought you from Grandpa Gylan’s farm?”
“Yes.” She poured the contents into one of the cauldrons. “Commerce during winter slows down, so any affinity produced tends to sell slightly higher. Little Azalea possesses affinity and could do the same.”
“I could?”
“If selling your surplus sounds agreeable, this one would be willing to act as intermediary and pay you a share of the proceeds. Has your affinity been tested for quantity or quality?”
“No.”
“Your kind inherently and historically should have good quality but lacking in quantity. This one should have a measuring device around here somewhere.”
Jeni hop-walked over to an old, worn, and dented cupboard in the far corner of the lab and brushed the cobwebs away. Throwing open the door disturbed a plume of dust, making her cough. “This one may need assistance finding the device.”
“What’s it look like?” Azalea asked while flying up.
“The base is similar to a candle holder, this one supposes.”
Azalea ran her finger through a layer of dust on the cupboard. “I’ll start on the bottom shelves!” She pulled out clamps, cords, ball gags with holes, straps, and a suspicious number of tools seemingly designed to spread any size hole or sphincter.
“What is all this?” requested Azalea, tossing the tangled mess on the floor.
“When this one was still a student, classes in how to acquire samples were required courses. Some volunteers could not hold still during the collection process and required restraints. Oddly, some even seemed to produce more when sufficiently bound.”
Azalea squeezed her thighs together. Fleeting fantasies of herself tied to a table, entirely at the mercy of being stimulated and milked for her affinity-rich fluids, passed through her mind. Shaking the naughty thoughts away, “Is this it?”
Azalea held up a copper saucer. The center curved upward, tapering into a narrow tube with a flat top. In the center was a hollowed-out screw.
Jeni turned it over. “There should be a box to go with it.”
Azalea dove back in and held up a small oak jewelry box.
“Please find a size that fits and come over here.”
Azalea lifted the lid. Inside were a dozen fairy-sized dildos, similar to the dilators Devin had given her, except metal and had many holes bored into the sides. Choosing the third largest, she joined Jeni at the workbench.
“Please screw the pleasure rod onto the base and proceed.”
“Any particular way you want me to do it?” Azalea questioned.
“Method is not important, except please face this way while pleasuring yourself.” She pointed to a smaller saucer halfway between the dildo and the basin below. “Does little Azalea require privacy?”
“No, I don’t mind. It would turn me on more if you watched.” Azalea was about to remove her clothes when an idea flashed into her mind. ”Although, what really helps turn me on is if I have a partner. Jeni, have you ever done anything with another girl?”
“This one has not engaged in courtship with another female. Two females engaged in mating is puzzling to this one.”
Azalea laughed. “It’s not mating. Just two people wanting to feel good together and, um, maybe deepen their bond for one another.”
“Little Azalea wishes to strengthen her friendship with this one by making her feel good?”
“Would you be interested?” She fluttered her eyes exaggeratedly.
“This one does desire a deeper connection with friend Azalea but this one has never engaged in lewd activities with another before and is unsure how to go about it.”
“Not to worry! Leave it all to me! Would it be too hard for you to squat on a chair?”
Jeni brought over one of her high-backed chairs. Perching atop it, she squatted in front of the excited fairy.
With Jeni’s hidden crotch at eye level, a hungry smile played over Azalea’s lips as she looked up at the fluffy owl. She provocatively slid her stockings down, running her hands across her ample thighs. Facing away, she coyly pulled her dress down, exposing her shoulders. It continued down her back before she bent over and slid the flowery fabric over her hips.
It was impossible to gauge Jeni’s feelings by her emotionless face, but her eyes were looking where Azalea wanted them. Pleased, the fairy spread her legs slightly, flashing glimpses of her pussy before turning around and sauntering to the edge of the table.
She flew to eye level, tracing her hands over her breasts and down her belly. “Like what you see?”
“Was that the mating display of fairies?”
“Nope, just my own. Life-mate enjoyed it so I thought you might too.”
“This one is normally not attracted to other females but feels strangely excited when gazing upon little Azalea’s naked form.”
“Shall we start out with some kissing?” Azalea offered.
“The pressing of lips between couples?”
Azalea giggled. “Yes, that.”
“This one has never kissed before.”
“It’s easy. Try to copy what I do.”
Azalea gave Jeni a chaste kiss on the lips. Jeni reciprocated. While holding the owl girl’s chin with both hands, she gently pressed her full lips to Jeni’s thin ones.
The inexperienced owl was clumsy at first while she adjusted and tried to figure out how much pressure to use and at what angle, but she soon gave up and just did whatever felt good.
Even though Azalea was unabashed with nearly anything sexual, kissing still felt the most intimate to her and was one of the few things capable of making her feel a bit of shyness. The soft and breathy exploration of each other’s lips was increasing her arousal, and she guessed Jeni’s as well. With how earnestly she was committing herself, Azalea acquiesced and let Jeni take the lead.
As the minutes ticked by, Azalea broke the kiss. “See? Already a natural,” she panted.
“This one did not know the pressing of lips together would cause such an elevated heart rate.”
“I’m a decent kisser, but you know who’s better? Reina.”
“Maybe this one should ask for supplementary lessons.”
“I’m sure we could persuade her.”
Azalea resettled on the table surface. “I know something else that will get your heart racing, but I will need to see your cloaca.”
Jeni tilted her head and looked toward the door, wondering if she should lock it. Deciding it was too much trouble to move, she untied her work apron and spread her lower feathers.
“I see you enjoyed our kiss.”
Jeni’s cloaca was red and swollen, her arousal seeping from the tightly-closed orifice.
“This one’s egg hole is expectantly anticipating what may come next.”
“Allow me to oblige then.” Azalea ran a finger through the clear liquid. She realized it was more round than oval as she placed both hands on the velvety wrinkles. She kneaded and wiggled her digits to coax Jeni’s muscles to relax and let her explore. With her own growing excitement and curiosity about playing with someone new, she parted Jeni’s birdhood.
“Your smell is oddly… grainy? Is that the right word?”
“Because of this one’s anatomy, a particular effort to keep clean is desired. This one is sensitive to prolonged exposure to flower smells and prefers to use soap with a pine scent instead.
“It smells earthy and wild.”
Azalea spread her wider. “Hmm, from the outside, it looks like one hole, but it’s actually two holes on the inside. I can assume what the small hole is for. I’m guessing the bigger one is where your eggs come out of?”
“Correct.”
“I’ve never seen a harpy this close up before. Do you have a clitoris?”
“This one does not possess one.”
“Ah, too bad. They feel amazing! When we first met, you mentioned you pleasured yourself. How do you do it?
“This one uses a phallic-shaped toy she guesses is roughly the size of Young Patron’s to ‘stir’ her breeding hole.”
“Life-mate had a copy of himself made into a dilator to help stretch me out. We should compare them later. Have you ever stuck your toy in here?” She lightly traced the entrance of Jeni’s egg canal.
“This one has never considered taking something that deep before.”
“Would you like to try?”
“This one won’t be damaged?”
“Eggs bigger than a penis come out of here,” encouraged Azalea.
“This one is willing.”
“I’ll start with my fingers. Let me know if it’s uncomfortable.” Azalea licked her pointer and then carefully prodded the virgin hole. “One finger doesn’t seem to be a problem. Let’s try two. How big are your eggs, Jeni?”
“This one doesn’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“This one has never laid an egg before.”
“What? Really?!? I thought all harpies laid them after a certain age.”
Jeni brushed aside the feathers on her belly. “This crest prevents the eggshell from forming, for easier expulsion.”
“Huh. Never seen that kind before.”
“This one does not know its name but colloquially calls it the liquify crest.”
“Have you considered it? Laying eggs, I mean,” Azalea examined. “I’ve heard it feels leg-shakingly good.”
“This one is not against it but wanted her first laying to be experienced with Young Patron.”
“Aww, how sweet!”
“This one wonders if Young Patron will wish to participate.”
“We’ll have to make sure he does.”
Azalea brought her fingers together. “Try to relax.” She twisted firmly and pushed her fingers up to her first knuckle. “You’re really warm.”
“Harpies’ average temperatures are slightly warmer than humans.”
“Feels like you’re trying to suck me in.” Azalea splayed her fingers, starting to work her forearm in.
Jeni had never felt something or someone so deep inside herself before. Azalea was haphazardly exploring. It didn’t feel pleasurable yet, but since she shared a similar curious spirit of wanting to learn, she didn’t say anything to dissuade the inquisitive fairy.
“What is this? Feels a bit rough and bumpy.” She curled her fingers upward, running the pads of her fingers across the rigid patch.
Jeni hooted in surprise. A sudden flush of pleasure extended from her core, causing her to nearly lose her balance.
Azalea focused on stimulating the area. “Is this your weak spot?”
Jeni gave no response, being too enamored with the intensity of this new sensation.
A smile played across Azalea’s lips. “Let’s try this.” She pushed her arm in as far as her elbow. Initially thrusting long and slow, the thrusts gradually became shorter and faster with every push. On every insertion, she pushed against the raised spot with her palm, causing a fresh flow of arousal to seep down her arm.
Normally, it took longer for Jeni to reach this state when doing it herself with more external stimulation, but Azalea was already pushing her to the edge. “This one is about to…”
Before she could finish, Jeni gave a low, trilling hoot. She fell forward onto the table, nearly squishing Azalea as her body trembled.
One of Azalea’s favorite parts about pleasuring someone else was seeing how they orgasmed. What expression would they make? How would their body react? Unlike herself or Reina’s, where they felt their plateau as a cresting wave, Jeni’s seemed to come in quick, pulsing ripples. Her vaginal walls trembled around the fairy’s arm.
Azalea was still flabbergasted about how Jeni could remain expressionless during one of the strongest physical experiences a person could feel, but she did. Her mouth opened only ever so slightly.
Jeni’s cum dripped down her elbow, syrupy and thick. Extracting her arm left Jeni gaping allowing Azalea to catch a glimpse of her still quivering insides. The dazed harpy tried to get up but collapsed back into the chair, her wings hanging limply by her sides.
“How did I do?”
“This… one… is unusually exhausted… yet satisfied.” She cooed as her breathing returned to normal.
“I’m glad. I enjoyed it, too.” Azalea found a towel to clean both of them. “Now, I suppose I should give you my sample. I’m very turned on right now.”
Azalea screwed the dildo onto the collection device. Straddling the top, she rubbed her pussy lips across the tip aligning it with her entrance. She lowered herself with a satisfied sigh. About the thickness of a pencil, it was smaller than she preferred, but easier for her to adjust than if she was stuffed beyond capacity.
She rocked her hips back and forth, stirring up her insides to help loosen up. “Bit cold, but it feels nice. Should I go fast or slow?”
“Whichever gives a more adequate amount of your lubricant and ejaculate.”
Azalea humped back until the tip brushed up against where she liked. Rocking her hips more, she settled into a comfortable ride and slowly ground forward and back, fantasizing she was riding Reina’s fingers or Devin’s cock – sometimes both.
She looked down between her legs. Her thighs would have been soaked if not for her arousal dripping through the gaps in the dildo. Edging herself was not a preferred kink, but she was determined to at least coat the bottom of the container. Drop by agonizingly sweet drop, she purposely staved off her much-desired orgasm.
“Is this enough, Jeni?”
“Up to the line if you can.”
Azalea hadn’t seen a line. She leaned further over. Behind her, from her top-down view, was a small red line. She was only half way. For someone who wasn’t used to holding themself back to this extent, this was harder than she thought. The drippy fairy redoubled her efforts. She was curious to test her limit, so she played through several of her favorite scenarios in her head, trying to keep herself teetering on the edge.
Jeni was still relaxing in her chair, fascinatedly watching the little fae. From the few scant records of fae measurements she had read, Fairies, Pixies, Leanan Sidhe and others of their kind all had high sex drives with low stamina but fast recovery. It didn’t take them long to get back in the mood if they ever stopped feeling horny even after an orgasm.
Female fae naturally can produce greater volumes of ejaculate over time than the males. And while the quantity is greater than average for their body ratio, it is their affinic density where they excelled.
“I can cum now, right?” Begged the desperate fairy.
She checked the needy faerie’s progress. “You may proceed.”
Azalea wasted no time. She slammed her hips down. Already at her tipping point, she didn’t last through her third bounce. She bent forward and came hard, squirting her fluids against the metal guard, splashing into the higher, separate basin. Having nothing to steady herself, she tried to use her wings, but the intensity of her orgasm made control impossible. She lifted up slightly only to lose strength and fall back down, making her squirt again with a grunt.
After a second failed attempt, she gave up. Instead, she twisted and pinched her clit, trying to keep herself cumming; forcing her muscles to squeeze out every drop. Once. Twice. Three times she came from the clit torture. Through gritted teeth and keening cries, she made it through her fourth.
Having nothing left to give, she was drained, literally and physically. With a short break, she dislodged herself. Stepping away on shaky legs, she crumpled onto the table. “I might have overdone it. I’m kinda sore down there,” she tiredly giggled.
Jeni sat up to check how much was collected.
“This looks to be an adequate amount.” She scooped Azalea in her wings and set her on her lap.
“Don’t think I’ve ever tried to cum so hard before. Wonder if I can one day reach five.”
“Pleasured Azalea looks satisfied.”
“I am. How much did I squirt?”
Jeni poured Azalea’s liquids into two separate containers. “Little Azalea ejaculated four tablespoons or one fourth of a cup.”
“Is that a lot?”
“For your kind and relative size, it is above average.”
Jeni reached for an alembic with four crystals, colored white, yellow, red, and black, chiseled in the shapes of candle flames, affixed vertically down the outside. She poured the liquid inside and screwed on a lid with a small, blunt metallic claw welded through the top.
“That’s a curious machine. How does it measure my affinity?”
With effort, Jeni cranked a knob making a metal spring screech as it wound tighter and tighter. “Is little Azalea aware of an off-shore shrimp able to snap its pincers with such force the sound causes the water bubbles to create a momentary flash of light?”
“I’ve never heard of it, but that’s amazing!” Azalea responded with wide eyes.
“It’s unknown how this happens, but in reading about this phenomenon, an affinitarian researcher wondered if the effect would produce different colored lights in different liquids, specifically affinity-rich fluids. The main difficulty was engineering a machine to mimic enough power and a way to measure the brief light created. This was the result.”
With the spring fully wound, Jeni clicked a button to unleash the stored force. Azalea was momentarily fearful the whole thing would burst and flinched as a thunderous clack exploded within the container. Steam erupted from vents in the top. Of the four dark crystals, the yellow one lit up, glowing with a cheery radiance.
“What a pleasant color.”
Jeni sat back down. “Volume is measured comparative to density. High density and high volume are classified as prime white. Those gifted with both either become renowned affinity users themselves or affluent. Low density with high volume are labled commercial red, valued for wide distribution marketable use such as tinctures. Low volume with high density, like little Azalea’s, is specialty yellow, best for potions and enhanceables for boosting the effects of crests and glyphs. And finally, low volume with low density is sustainable black, affinity users are already rather rare, but the majority fall into this category – a baseline for inexpensive products.”
“This one congratulates little Azalea!”
Azalea raised a weary fist and gave a half-hearted cheer. “I want to act more excited, but I’m too exhausted.”
“Little Azalea can rest here till she recovers.” Jeni reclined back in the chair, putting her talons up on another.
Azalea crawled up onto her belly and lay spread-eagle. “Hey, what’s this lump?” She reached behind her, feeling a small, hard bulge.
“This one’s egg, probably.”
“Oh? ” Azalea flipped over to get a better feel. She gently pressed down on Jeni’s stomach, trying to gauge its size. “Wonder how big it’s going to get.”
Azalea went silent for a moment, thinking how to word her next question.“Jeni, do you enjoy doing what you do, being an owlchemist?”
“This one’s profession allows her to subsist.”
“But do you find it fun?” Azalea pressed further.
“Fun is irrelevant when one needs to eat, but this one does find a certain amount of satisfaction in the precise nature needed to create her products.”
“If you could choose your dream job, what would it be?”
“Committing to this one’s hobby,” she answered with no delay.
“Life-mate mentioned you were building a golem. Can I see it?”
“The assembly stage has not started yet.”
“So you’re still in the ‘collecting of materials’ stage?”
“Correct.”
“Is it expensive?”
“Depends on how much one is willing to commit.”
“Hmmm, I see.” Azalea traced the lines of Jeni’s crest. “It’s good to have long-term goals.”
“Little Azalea doesn’t have any?”
“Well, I’ve already achieved my biggest one, finding a life-mate.”
“That is not satisfactory?”
“It is, but I want something else now. Sorry. Saying it makes me sound spoiled, doesn’t it? What I mean is, I’m going to miss you when we leave and… I kinda want you to come with us.”
“This one has grown quite fond of little Azalea as well. This one fears she may not possess the aptitude at seduction in order to generate interest from Young Patron.”
“That’s not true!” I mean, what if he’s already interested? He’s… maybe thinking about your well-being…”
Jeni looked hard at Azalea. “Is little Azalea privy to specific knowledge?”
“Perhaps. I think so, but maybe they are just excuses. Life-mate doesn’t want to take you away from your business, and he’s worried you can’t endure hard travel.”
Jeni lazily looked around the red brick workroom. The structure had been old when she first bought it. In the summer, vines grew through cracks, adding some unexpectedly pleasant greenery, but winter left the place breezy. Everything in it was either used, left with her by acquaintances and fellow classmates after she’d finished her education, or gifted to her by her hard-acquired client base. It had taken many years of consistent and steady progress but she eventually made it into a business and a home.
“This one does feel a sense of pride in her endeavors, and it is true this one’s constitution is rather feeble.” Jeni flexed her wings.
“Can you fly?”
“Yes, but this one has grown atrophied.”
“Why?”
“This one barely leaves the lab, and all shopping conveniences are in close proximity.”
“What if you were to exercise… or at least build more endurance? We can do it together! I fly all the time, but I become winded when walking too much. We can both improve on our weaknesses, then we could cross off one concern. We could surprise life-mate!”
“This one is unsure if she can improve enough while Young Patron is here but is willing to try.”
“Let’s start tomorrow. We can think of solutions to the other concerns while we are at it,” Azalea announced gleefully.
“This one thanks precious Azalea for helping this one.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I stand to benefit by having a cute owl-girl added to our family!” Azalea snuggled close and yawned. “I’m going to take a little nap.”
Jeni laid her wing over the tired fae. “This one will ponder potential ideas while little Azalea rests.”
“Sounds good.”
