We knew from the weather reports that the approaching storm would be a bad one. We were expecting lightning, strong winds, but hopefully no property damage. We lived in an older house that was built sturdy and could withstand strong winds, but I was more worried about downed trees. Our property was tucked into a valley amid rolling hills and hardwood forests. My wife and I moved to the property last year to get away from the hectic city life. We lived on 50 acres adjacent to the national forest and enjoyed the solitude. We had been working on creating a wedding venue on the property due to the fantastic views of the mountains and had already booked our first event. Removing tree damage on the property from the impending storm would be another time-consuming setback that I didn’t need.
As daylight faded into dusk, we saw the storm clouds approaching and felt the pressure change in the air. We continued to see lightning in the clouds as the sky turned black and the winds picked up. We settled into the basement and hoped for the best. We lost power sometime after midnight and had to rely on candles and lanterns to navigate the dark basement until the sun came up.
As I walked the property in the morning light, I saw no structural damage to the house or the outbuildings. This was great news and made me feel optimistic about keeping to our timeline for opening the venue in a few weeks. I walked back to the barn and started up the four-wheeler to check the tree line across the field from the house. It looked like the storm had taken out a few trees just across our property line into the national forest. I loaded up a chainsaw, an axe, and some rope onto the ATV and rode across the field to assess the damage.
As I cut the engine, I was met with the silence and solitude of the forest. In the city, there was no silence. There was nowhere the sound of cars or people didn’t invade. Here, after the storm, even nature was quiet. As if the valley was still asleep or recovering from the assault of the previous night’s storm. There was no sound other than the occasional screech of a hawk somewhere in the distance.
I stepped off the ATV and walked under a canopy of tall oaks and pine trees, making my way to a clearing that wasn’t there before the storm. From fifty feet away, I saw the large circular shape of the upturned root system of a large oak that was now lying on the ground. Where it stood for almost a hundred years was now an exposed crater in the earth, nearly fifteen feet in diameter and several feet deep.
As I walked around the roots, I heard leaves rustling further up the tree trunk near some broken branches. I made my way around the base to the other side of the tree, climbing through a tangle of lower branches. I knelt to find the source of the sound, figuring that the branches had trapped an animal under them when the tree fell. A squirrel or raccoon, maybe an opossum. The sound got louder as I stepped over limbs, making my way further into the foliage.
As I located the source of the sound, I froze in amazement at what I saw. Two tiny legs protruding from under a broken limb that was nearly as big around as my waist. They were thrashing and digging in the leaves and soil. They were too small to be human and definitely didn’t belong to an animal. They were pink and devoid of any fur or hair. The branch was too large for me to lift, so I started up the saw and gently began to cut the splintered branch away from the trunk. When the saw cut through the limb, the pressure caused the branch to spring up, releasing the tiny thing from under it. With surprising speed, the creature scampered under the leaves and hid under the trunk.
I felt silly, but I called out to whatever it was.
“Hello, are you ok?”
With no reply, I tried again and moved closer to the trunk.
“Hello?”
I brushed away some leaves and stumbled back in amazement when I saw the creature huddled against the trunk.
My brain glitched for a moment trying to comprehend what I was looking at. A tiny, almost nude human, obviously female, no more than eight inches tall. She had pale skin and delicate, iridescent wings. She was wearing what looked like a sleeveless mini dress made of fine silk.
She looked up at me with large, moist eyes filled with fear. I noticed a wound on her leg as she tried to push further under the fallen trunk to hide.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Do you need some help?”
She stopped moving, and her expression softened slightly.
“I can help if you let me. Do you understand me? Can you speak?”
Her reply was so soft and delicate that I had to lean in close to hear her. Her voice was like nothing I had ever heard before. Her words were melodic and soothing, familiar like the sounds of the forest. It reminded me of sounds I had heard many times in the woods. It reminded me of a babbling brook, birds chirping, leaves rustling, or crickets trilling, all combined into one.
“You might not want to help me,” she said as she seemed to relax a little more.
“Of course I want to help you. What can I do?”
“Our kind rarely interacts with your kind. It’s why you never see us.”
“Us, what do you mean, us? There are more of you?”
“Yes. I, or we, are Wood Pixies. We are protectors of the forest. We’re invisible to your kind. Well, most of the time we’re invisible. I slipped up during last night’s storm, and now I’m hurt, and my tree is destroyed. We are bonded to a specific tree, linked to it as guardians. Our life forces are connected, and now the bond is broken. I’ve been bonded to this one since it was a sapling, and now I’m dying just like the tree. That’s why you were able to see me. I’m weak and cannot hide myself like I normal.”
“I really want to help.”
“I must bond with another tree to live, but I can borrow some of your life force to heal until then.”
“What do I need to do?”
“You only need to hold out your hand.”
I took off my gloves and lowered my hand to the ground. The pixie stood on her wobbly legs and fluttered her wings, lifting off the ground and landing unsteadily in my palm. She sat with her legs folded under her tiny body, smiling up at me.
“My name is Aurora.”
“Nice to meet you, Aurora. My name is Alex. I have to admit this is a little strange, but it feels right.”
“Thank you, Alex. All I need is for you to hold out your hand, fingers slightly, and don’t squeeze me. I also suggest you close your eyes. It may be a little disturbing to your kind.”
Not knowing what to expect, I did what she asked and closed my eyes. I felt her move to my thumb and wrap her arms around it as if hugging me. She squeezed her little body tight against me. I thought it was a gesture of appreciation and affection until I felt her legs wrap around the base of my thumb and squeeze just as tightly. It seemed strange, but then again, I was holding an eight-inch-tall pixie, so I just went with it.
I began to feel her body pulsating in my hand and then felt a tingle run through my arm. I opened my eyes and saw her gyrating her hips against the base of my thumb with her eyes closed. I didn’t know what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t this. She was humping my thumb! Aurora opened her eyes and looked up at me with a blank expression.
“You need to relax, if you can.”
I kept eye contact with her and noticed her tiny breasts and increasingly wet crotch rubbing against my thumb. I began to get aroused as I watched Aurora’s actions increase in vigor. She released my thumb and slid the silk garment over her head, and let it fall to the ground. Her tiny body looked just like other humans, except for the wings. She had perky breasts with tiny pink nipples, and a smooth, bald pubic area.
“Can I continue?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around my thumb without waiting for my response. Aurora moved to her knees, straddling the base of my thumb, and resumed grinding on the base of my digit.
As my erection grew, Aurora began to moan and grind into me harder. I noticed a faint glow begin to emanate from her wings as they fluttered. It seemed that she was feeding off my arousal and was gaining strength. As her wings continued to glow, her skin became radiant, giving off a sparkling appearance. The tingling in my arm grew through my torso and into my erection, making it strain even more against my jeans.
Aurora began to clinch and convulse on my thumb, and I immediately ejaculated in my pants. Spasms ripped through me in time with Aurora’s tiny jerks and thrusts on my thumb. My knees buckled, and I reached out to steady myself and not drop Aurora.
The post-orgasmic clarity brought the silence of the forest back to the forefront of my consciousness, and stood looming, as if it were a voyeur, watching our intimacy. Aurora released my thumb, fluttered her wings, and lifted off my palm with the grace and speed of a hummingbird. She flew up and planted a kiss on my cheek, and with a giggle, she flew away.
My head was still spinning, so I sat down on the ground and leaned against the trunk of the fallen oak. I began to wonder if I had imagined the whole encounter. Had I tripped while climbing over the branches and hit my head? The wet spot in the front of my jeans told me that at least part of it was real. After a few minutes, I stood and attempted to make my way back to the ATV, and almost jumped out of my skin when I heard someone call my name.
“Alex. Are you OK?” the voice boomed from behind me.
It was a female voice, but it wasn’t my wife, and it wasn’t Aurora. The voice was deeper and louder. I turned and looked, but there was nobody behind me.
“I must have hit my head. That’s it. I hit my head, and I need to go to the hospital.”
“You didn’t hit your head. You helped Aurora, and that was a noble deed,” the voice boomed out again.
“Is that you, God?” I called out in panic.
“Goddess, maybe. Just kidding, my name is Petal, and I’m another Wood Pixie here in the forest, like Aurora.”
“Where are you?” I said more to myself, but still out loud.
“Up here, silly. Look up.”
I slowly looked up into the canopy overhead and saw another pixie. She sat on a branch above me with her bare feet dangling down just above my head, playfully swinging them in the air. She wore the same thin silk garment resembling a woman’s skimpy nighty, and had similar iridescent wings to Aurora. But she was at least ten feet tall. She was gigantic, larger than any other person I had ever seen. Petal didn’t put me at ease as Aurora did. Her size intimidated me, and it made me realize how Aurora must have felt with our encounter.
She sat on a branch in a way that I could clearly see her most private areas exposed to me from under her silk covering. When Petal noticed where I was looking, she didn’t try to cover herself in shame or embarrassment. She simply smiled and winked at me and wiggled her rear as if teasing me. She flapped her wings, causing the leaves on the ground around me to fly away as she lifted off the branch into the air. Petal slowly descended to the forest floor, only a few feet in front of me.
My head barely came up to her waist, so as I looked up at her face, all I saw were her breasts. They tented the fine silk fabric into two points hovering above me. I realized Petal was waiting for me to make eye contact, and so I apologized and looked at her face. She was stunningly beautiful. Short red hair and freckles across the bridge of her nose gave her a youthful tomboy-like appearance.
“How are you so large?” I stammered, trying not to seem afraid.
“As we get older, we get smaller. This is Aurora’s seventh tree. She is almost one thousand years old, at least in your years. Time is different for us.”
“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m one hundred and sixty-five of your years old. pretty young compared to some of us.”
“Why have I never seen your kind before?” I asked.
“We are only seen when we want to be, or when we’re hurt like Aurora was. But you helped fix her.”
With that, she disappeared, vanished right in front of my eyes. Just as suddenly, she reappeared behind me, startling me as she leaned in close to my ear and whispered “BOO!”
Even her whisper was loud in my ear. I lurched forward, stumbling over branches, and fell to my knees. Petal was mischievous and playful, but her size scared me. I felt like a toy or a doll lying on the ground as she towered over me. She stepped forward and stood next to me as I was lying on the ground.
“Aurora is my friend. She would have died without you. Thank you for helping her. You will be weak for a little while, but you will be ok, and so will Aurora. She will bond with another tree soon, and your bond will no longer be needed.”
“Our bond?”
“Yes. Until she finds another tree, she will need you to survive. She belongs to you now, actually; you belong to her. She will find you when she needs you.”
“When she needs me? She’ll do this to me again?”
“It’s the easiest way to make your energy available for us. Your kind is usually very guarded, but when aroused, you allow it to flow freely. You can also accept it from us when aroused,” she said with a sly grin.
I tried to stand but felt dizzy and ended up on my knees with my head spinning.
“You’re not ready yet. Let me help you.” Petal said as she reached out to help me lie on my back.
Her hands were large, but delicate. I felt like a child as she effortlessly held my weight. As she leaned over me, I felt her breasts graze across my chest and arm. I could feel her nipple through the silk fabric as it pressed against my skin. Her breasts were firm, and her nipple was rigid and felt like it was the size of a soda can. I instantly felt my arousal build as she cradled me and lowered me to the ground. Petal felt the shift in my energy and paused, looking down at me.
“The energy you gave Aurora has weakened you. She is a very powerful pixie and needed a lot from you. I can help you by giving you some of mine until you recover.”
“Please help me. I don’t feel like I can make it back to the house. I’m sure my wife will be worried.”
Petal lifted her knee and swung it across my torso, straddling me. Her large frame almost eclipsed me as I felt her knees settle up near my armpits and her toes brush against my shins. She lifted my shirt off over my head and lowered herself down on my bare chest and stomach. I felt the heat from between her legs as her smooth vulva pressed against me. Petal was careful not to put too much of her weight on me, allowing me to still have the ability to breathe. I panicked a bit, feeling her weight, but she was delicate and gentle.
I felt another surge of arousal course through me as Petal started gently sliding herself up and down my torso. I remained still as the ten-foot-tall pixie rubbed herself on me. I felt invigorated and incredibly horny. As her movements increased in speed, so did the moisture she left on me. I could feel her labia separating across my body, opening up, and coating me with her juices. I looked down and saw her engorged clit pressing into my chest, sliding down my body. Once she reached my waist, she slid back up to my chest, bringing her swollen button close to my face. It was almost the size of my fist and protruded from under its hood, wrinkling as Petal pressed it against my chest. I worked my arms down to my sides and removed my pants down to my ankles.
Petal slid herself down lower across my hips, across my erection, then back up to my chest. I felt my erect shaft slip past her labia, into her opening for a moment until she worked her way back up. I could feel her energy flowing into me, replenishing the energy I gave to Aurora. I was soaked in her juices, and as Petal slid back down across my cock, I erupted, pulsing my own juices against her opening. She settled her movements and held constant pressure against my shaft, lifting off of me once my spasms stopped.
“Feeling better?” Petal said with a calm voice.
“Much better,” was all I could express.
“Good. You may feel weak after Aurora visits you again. She will need help for a while, and so will you. When you need me, just call for me, and I will help you.”
“Does it weaken you to give me some of your energy, as it does me?”
“No, silly. You are way too small for me to even notice the difference.” Petal said dismissively.
“But you seemed to enjoy it, didn’t you?”
“Alex, we are not like your kind. This isn’t the same for us as it is for you. It’s not emotional, it’s survival. Now get cleaned up and get back to your wife. You should be good now, at least until Aurora needs you.”
Petal gave me a wink and disappeared again, leaving me lying on the forest floor, still slick with her juices, with my pants around my knees. As I stood to get dressed, I heard Petal from the branches above my head.
“See you soon,” Petal said.
I felt much better, but still a bit confused by what had happened. No longer dizzy and wobbly, I made my way back to the ATV and rode back across the field to the barn. I could still feel Petal’s skin against mine. I could still smell her sweet honeysuckle-like scent on my body, and I was half erect the whole time.
I walked into the house and heard my wife busy in the laundry room. I made my way to where she was, wanting to tell her what had happened, but not sure how. I stood in the doorway and saw my wife folding clothes. She was wearing black leggings and a loose cut-off shirt that barely covered her braless chest. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and turned to face me. She didn’t say hello, she just looked at me. I stepped closer to her, and she dropped the towels she was folding and stepped to me with an urgency, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into her.
She kissed me passionately as her body melted into mine. I felt her legs spread as she pressed herself against my leg. She moved her left hand down to the front of my pants, feeling my bulge splayed out across my thigh.
“What’s got into you?” I said softly into her neck as she tilted her head, exposing more of her skin below her jawline.
“You smell amazing, and you feel electric. It’s really getting me going.”
Thinking back to my encounter with Petal in the forest, I realized that the energy she had given me was radiating out, and my wife was able to sense it, and it was turning her on.
We didn’t even try to make it to the bedroom. Within moments, my wife had my pants down and my cock in her mouth. I cradled her head, holding her hair back to watch her lips glide across my shaft, coating it with her saliva. I held her head still while pumping in and out of her mouth as she held my balls, pulling me deeper with each thrust. I lifted her from the floor, removed her leggings, and turned her around, leaning her over the washing machine. I grabbed her ass cheeks in each hand, squeezing and pulling her apart, exposing her lips, dripping with moisture. Holding her open, I positioned my tip against her opening and felt her push back, sinking around me to the hilt in one push.
I pulled out, leaving her empty for a moment, only to push back in again until I bottomed out. Increasing the speed to a slow rhythm, I occasionally slapped her ass before slamming back in again. She held on to the washer and leaned down so her nipples grazed the towels lying across the top of the washing machine with each of my thrusts. I felt her wetness building around the base of my cock and increased the speed and depth of my pounding. We fed off of each other in one of the most passionate, spontaneous moments we had ever had. I felt my wife begin to quiver as her contractions around my cock gripped me, pulling me deeper into her until I was filling her with stream after stream of hot cum. We sat on the floor of the laundry room, recovering, giggling at our lustful behavior, satisfied and connected.
~~~
That night, while lying in bed listening to my wife’s steady breathing, my mind swirled, keeping sleep far away. I couldn’t get Aurora, Petal, and my wife’s mouth around my cock off my mind. I still had so much energy that I was lying there in bed with another full erection. I closed my eyes and started to stroke myself to get some relief. I gently folded the covers off of me enough to expose my cock. I began a slow rhythm of stroking from tip to base when I felt a small gust of wind across my chest. I opened my eyes, thinking I had left a window open, and saw Aurora, hovering above me. She gently landed on my chest and stood facing me, panting, obviously out of breath. In the dim light of the bedroom, I could tell that the glow I saw radiating from her in the forest had faded. She knelt on my chest and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“Can you help me again?”
I nodded my approval, and Aurora stood and walked down my chest across my abdomen. I released my dick and held out my hand, thinking she would need my thumb as she did earlier, but she went straight to my cock instead. Aurora stepped over and straddled my cock at the base and rested on it with her head near the tip. I immediately felt the familiar tingle like before, but this time it was concentrated on my cock, making it jump, almost throwing Aurora off onto the mattress. She wrapped her arms around the tip and held on until the spasms stopped.
Aurora planted her feet on either side of the base of my dick and used the leverage to begin masturbating and grinding on me at the same time. Her face was nuzzled against my frenulum as she slid my skin up and down my shaft in a glorious and erotic massage that had me on the verge of an orgasm in seconds. As the first spurts began to jet from the tip of my cock, Aurora held her hands over my opening, feeling the thick liquid splash through her fingers. After I coated my stomach and chest, she fluttered over and landed on my shoulder.
“I need your hand again. I’m not finished yet.”
I was starting to feel a little lightheaded, but I held out my hand as she asked. She flew over and landed in my palm and reached for my pinkie finger. She used my cum that was still coating her hands and rubbed it over the tip of my little finger. She then got on all fours in my palm and directed my pinkie between her legs from behind and backed herself into it, pressing it to her wet folds.
“I saw you do her this way. Is this ok?” Aurora asked.
I realized that she had been watching my wife when I felt my finger plop past Aurora’s opening and settle inside of her. Her body and wings were glowing like a night light in the dark room. Bright enough that when I turned, I could see my wife sleeping beside me, unaware of what was happening.
I felt my energy draining, but I could also feel my cock harden again and another orgasm building. This energy transfer was so arousing that I went from mostly flaccid to a second orgasm in mere moments. As Aurora pushed back against my finger, sliding it in and out of her warm cunt, my hips bucked against nothing in time with her movements, as wave after wave of contractions pushed thick ropes of cum out across my chest and neck.
I felt Aurora release my finger and flutter up into the air now a glowing orb of light that shot out of the open window into the night. I was exhausted, out of breath, and I didn’t have the energy to keep my eyes open. I gave up the fight and let sleep take me.
~~~
Somewhere in the far corners of my dream, I heard my wife calling my name. The dream shattered, and my eyes opened to a bright sunlit bedroom and my wife standing beside the bed, shaking me awake.
“Get your lazy ass up. It’s almost noon, and you have work to do before the new clients show up to view the property. And put that thing away. We don’t have time now, but I’ll use it later.”
I had slept for almost fourteen hours, and I don’t think I moved once. The covers were still folded down, exposing my morning wood, which my wife was still looking at, and I felt dried cum in my chest hair.
I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like I had a bad hangover. I had blurry eyes, a headache, wobbly legs, and was thirsty enough to drink a river. I stood and made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself and had to hold on to the sink vanity to keep from toppling over.
After getting dressed, I worked my way outside to help my wife. She was staging the reception area with tablecloths, silverware, and stemware to give the new clients an idea of what their reception might look like. My wife noticed I looked tired, and as the new clients arrived, she told me to go out to the barn and sit for a while, and she would give the clients a tour.
Once in the barn, I sat on a chair by the back door looking out over the valley, and I felt my eyes start to close. I remembered what Petal told me about helping Aurora and how it would drain me.
“Petal, I need your help.” I said in a soft voice.
I felt the world spin around me and heard Petal’s laughter ring out in my ears. I opened my eyes, and the world was spinning, but it was because Petal had lifted me into the air like a toddler and was spinning me around in circles. She plopped me back down in the chair and bent her ten-foot-tall frame down to look me in the face.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Sleepy head? Can’t handle a little nighttime pixie fun?” she said with a mocking tone.
Once again, I felt intimidated and bullied by her size and forwardness.
“You’re not very nice,” I said, feeling dejected.
“No, I’m the nice one. Aurora is the mean one. You don’t want to cross her, that’s for sure. Be glad she likes you.”
“You said to call for you if I needed your help, right?”
“Yes, I did. I know you had a little fun last night, so I was waiting for you. I’m here to help.”
“I can barely stay awake, and I have so much to do. Please help.”
With that, Petal sat on the floor of the barn with her legs outstretched and slipped her silk nightie off over her head. She reached over to me and gently held my hand, ushering me out of the chair and over to her. She guided me to stand between her legs and between her large breasts.
“Pixies are mischievous and like to cause a little bit of trouble now and then, but we are always appreciative of anyone who helps our kind,” Petal said with a serious tone.
I felt her breasts around my waist, and my hands went to her bare nipples. They were stiff and filled each hand. I felt the familiar tingle of her energy entering me as my pants became tented from the growing stiffness beneath them. With delicate fingers, Petal unzipped and lowered my pants, allowing my erection to spring forth between her huge tits. I started to wobble on my feet a bit from the excitement, so Petal lifted me to her mouth and with a wide, wet tongue, she licked me from groin to chest several times, coating me with her spit. I could feel her rough, bumpy buds across her tongue, lifting my balls and scraping up the underside of my cock, depositing enough spit across me that it dripped down onto her breast. She lowered me back to the ground and held me up with her right hand. She used her left hand to cup her breast and began rubbing her nipple across my spit-coated crotch. Her stiff peak rubbed across my cock until I was splattering cum across her bare chest.
I felt Petal release me as she got up from the floor and stood in front of me. Her bald, gleaming pussy was at my eye level, and I felt my erection returning as I imagined pushing her folds open and exploring her clit that peaked out at the top of her labia. We heard a noise outside, and Petal vanished, leaving me standing in the middle of the barn with my pants around my ankles and a raging erection. I was scrambling to cover up when my wife stuck her head through the door. She froze when she saw me trying to tuck my hard dick back into my pants.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I said to put that away till later. What if I had the clients with me?”
“Sorry, babe, I just got lost in the moment, thinking about you.”
We made love on the floor of the barn, and then again in the bed that night. The energy that Petal left me with was enough for the next few weeks. I didn’t see Aurora again until the night of the reception, so I did not need to call for Petal.
~~~
The wedding reception went off without a hitch. The food and music were just what the bride and groom had asked for. The guests were polite, and the general atmosphere was perfect. As the celebration wound down and all the guests were leaving, my wife and I were cleaning up what couldn’t wait until the morning when I saw Aurora lying on the ground near one of the outside tables. She was not moving and seemed lifeless. I dropped the plate I was carrying and ran over to kneel beside her lifeless body. My wife heard the plate hit the floor and came around the corner to see me on the ground.
“What is it, Alex? What’s wrong?”
She grew more concerned when I didn’t answer and stood beside me, looking over my shoulder. She gasped when she saw me holding Aurora’s limp body in my hands.
“What the hell is that?” she almost screamed.
“Honey, this is Aurora. She’s a Wood Pixie. I’ll explain later. We have to help her.”
“You’ll explain now! What is a Wood Pixie?”
“I found her in the woods after the storm a few weeks ago. She was hurt, and I helped her. Now she heeds my help again.”
“I can see why you didn’t tell me about her. I wouldn’t have believed you. I’m not sure I believe it now, and I’m looking right at her!”
Holding her in my left hand. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my boxers to mid-thigh. Suddenly aware of how bizarre my actions were, I looked up at my wife as she backed away from me with her hands covering her mouth.
“Honey, come back. I can explain!” I pleaded with her.
“I’m not sure you can explain,” she said.
Just then, Petal appeared behind my wife. As my wife backed away, she bumped into the gigantic pixie and stopped. My wife slowly turned and looked up to the face towering over her.
“You must be the wife,” Petal says in her usual booming voice.
My wife fainted and went limp, falling to the floor with a thud.
“I knew that was coming,” Petal said under her breath.
“You have to help me, Petal. Aurora needs me, and I can’t get aroused like this. I’m too worried about her.”
Petal looked at me, then at my wife. I could see an idea forming in her head.
“Two is better than one, right?” Petal said.
Petal reached down and touched my wife’s cheek, and her eyes opened. Surprised by the size of the pixie kneeling beside her, my wife tried to crawl away, but Petal placed her hand on my wife’s head and spoke to her in a soft voice that sounded like a gentle stream and birds chirping. My wife’s posture instantly softened, and she looked into Petal’s eyes as if Petal was speaking a language that was too primal for words. A language that my wife had known in her core but was never spoken to her. Petal helped my wife to her feet and began to help her disrobe.
My wife stood in front of Petal completely naked, unashamed, and watched as Petal removed her lone silk covering. My wife reached out and began to caress the pixie’s large breasts. My wife turned to face me and took a step backward between Petal’s breasts. Petal reached around and held my wife tight to her chest, letting one hand rest between my wife’s legs and the other across her bare breasts. My wife started writhing under the pixie’s touch, and I could see that Petal was having the same effect on my wife that she did on me.
Watching my wife’s arousal under Petal’s seduction was getting me in the mood, and I could feel my libido begin to rise, along with my dick. I felt Aurora begin to twitch a bit in my palm as the familiar tingle returned to my arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Petal release my wife as she started walking over to me. She looked down on me with smoky, sultry eyes that demanded my touch. I gently sat Aurora on the ground beside me and finished taking off my pants and shirt. I lifted Aurora again and rested her on my bare thigh as my wife stepped closer and grabbed my head, bringing my mouth to meet her already swollen clit. I felt her wetness on my chin as I eagerly lapped at her bud, and she began to grind against my face.
I felt Aurora stir against my thigh, and it seemed like she was trying to sit up. My wife released my head as strings of her juices trailed from my face to her swollen labia. I noticed that Petal had moved beside us and was sitting facing us with knees raised, legs spread, and was slowly fingering herself, watching our lust on display. My wife walked toward Petal, turned, and sat down between the pixie’s spread legs, leaning back against her wet lips. Petal removed her fingers from inside her opening and held my wife’s body against her pussy instead. My wife mimicked Petal’s pose by raising her knees and spreading her legs.
Aurora had gained enough energy to move herself from my thigh to my pubic area and was again holding on to my rigid cock with her arms and legs locked around it, riding me in small movements. I stood and walked to my wife, who was beckoning me to join her and Petal on the ground. I got on my knees between my wife’s legs and pressed the tip of my cock against my wife’s clit, letting it slide across it from tip to base until my balls pressed against her wet opening. Aurora sat on my cock again as it slid up and down between my wife’s legs. I saw Petal reach around and begin to fondle my wife’s nipples as she tilted her head back, enjoying the sensations.
I drew my hips back and felt Aurora push the tip of my dick down toward my wife’s dripping wet opening. I pushed forward and sank my erection deep inside my wife until I felt Aurora sandwiched between us. I noticed the glow return to Aurora as she rode my cock while it slid in and out of my wife. Aurora was using both hands on my wife’s clit, pulling and tugging on it until she was pushed back against it again. I began to worry that I was pushing too hard and crushing the tiny pixie between us, but when I would stop, Aurora looked up at me, urging me to press harder.
The four of us sat there, in the grass, tangled up in a slippery, wet mess, writhing and feeding each other, and feeding off of each other. I could smell the sweet honeysuckle-like scent of Petal’s juices coating my wife’s back, I could feel my wife pulling me deeper inside of her, and I could feel Aurora gyrating around my cock and against my wife. The energy flowing between us built to a level that caused fireworks to explode in my brain. I closed my eyes and saw colors and pattered kaleidoscopes swirling behind my eyelids as I released deep within my wife. She responded by clawing at my back as Aurora fluttered between us and flew off into the night sky.
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I never saw Petal or Aurora again after that night. I assume that Aurora bonded with a new tree, and I no longer needed Petal to re-energize me. That didn’t stop my wife and me from looking for them on our walks in the woods. We even took a blanket with us from time to time to make love out in the open under the trees, hoping that one or both of them would join us. We would always pause out in the forest to listen to the sounds of nature, hoping that it was a wood pixie.
