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Starlit Night (Mizzet&Wing)

He felt her body seemingly react to him, her breasts where soft, her nipples hardening gently. She was sensative, much like a girl who had not been touched like this before. He wondered if perhaps she had not been with a male of her species. Though it might make a bit more sense as to why maybe they had not seen one yet. Perhaps no male lay claim to her, or her species did not keep a mate for life. So many questions arose, but for much later.

He did not seem t notice, the aroma, at least he did niot connect it with her though he smelled it. It made his mind think of pleasent things, and in turn made his heart beat a little faster. The soft whimpers she made, reminded o\him of pleasurable times, though of course she sounded oh so much more seductive as she did.

"Are you feeling...strange? he asked her once more speaking like a fairy to her. His hand gingerly ran along her stomach, down towards her lower abdomen. He sensed her shivering, her feeling of arousal. His finger gingerly touched just above her pelvic moiund, and slowly felt the small mound that was her nether region.
 
"Yes..." Gima replied briefly, her hips instinctively pushing forward slightly into his touches as his finger touched her damp, delicate sex, coating his hand with her fluids. Her cheeks turned an even darker shade of red as he began to more directly stimulate her, which in turn led her to conclude that he intended to do more than simply explore her body by touch. She looked up at him with a wide, slightly concerned gaze, "Are you trying to mate with me?"

His hands were no longer simply touching her, rather the intention behind them was directed toward drawing a reaction from her body, a reaction that was unfamiliar to her yet understood from a basic level. This revelation shed some light on his rather ambiguous request, but the difference in size and species between them gave her reason to worry. Would he insist upon having her even if she refused him? Would she conceive a child if they did mate? She could not answer either of those questions with any amount of certainty.
 
Aren continued to touch her dampening sex, her scent growing stronger in the room. In truth the idea of mating had fascinated him for some time now. Ever since he learned how, well they potentially could, he had thought of it at times. He had not been with a woman since before his daughter was born. After that he had been away at times, and tired when he did get home. He spent time with his daughter, but that had been years ago, after the break up. In truth he did not hate his wife for cheating on him, he saw the signs and ignored them for some time. But now as he teased her soft sex, he began to feel young, feral, and ambitious.

"I did not intend upon this....not at first," he told her very softly. He was speaking the truth, his intentions had been acedemic at first, though now it was obvious it was more intimate and such. "I wish to feel you Gima....I have not been with my own kind for...a very long time," he told her softly. "I would like to try anyways with you," he told her. Of course he did not demand it.

"If you say no...I will stop, and not bother to do so anymore," he told her. "But I feel...you want to as well...perhaps out of curioisity...or perhaps because your body yearns it," he told her. He was close to her lips, almost as if to kiss her but he did not. "I will be very gentle, if you wish too," he told her, aware of the potential issues this posed. Of course he possesed no form of protection, after all mating with a specimen was never considered, then again they had not expected to find someone like her.
 
Gima's expression softened upon hearing his reply, and she knew that she would be dishonest to deny any sort of interest on her own part as well. His promise to be gentle with her encouraged her enough to finally voice her reply, which she whispered softly into his ear, "Ok, Aren... Mate with me."

She gently pushed herself back from him, placing her hands upon his shoulders as she did so, until she had sufficient room to turn herself around, dropping down to her knees and supporting her upper body with her left arm as she looked over her right shoulder back at him. She reached down with her right hand and spread the lips of her sex with her fingers, presenting herself to her new lover. This position was apparently one that fairies often took while mating, as it allowed her wings to remain upright rather than laying on her back.

"I do not think I can replace a human mate," she spoke softly, her legs parting slightly more in order to spread herself out and more easily accommodate his significantly larger size, "Be gentle, and I will not object..."
 
Aren let her take her position. It was a rather interesting one at that, much like how some animals preferred it though he already guessed it was to help protect her wings from being crushed under her or his own weight. He gingerly undid his coat, as well as he pants, his member already slightly erect, stuck out from him gently.

The image of her before him though was very much arousing as well, his member swelling a bit more as he looked at her, her glistening pussy was a soft pink, it shimmered with her nectar. Very softly he moved in position behind her, it was strange as she was smaller but he managed, thinking this would have been best had she been on a desk or bend over one. But he would not complain, he wanted her to be comfortable and he would deal with the awkward position.

He ran the length of his member against her slit, feeling her warm lips kissing the sensative skin. "Your very wet...thats good....it tells a male she is ready," he told her comparing how they both seemed to have the similar steps to sex. Very gently he rubbed the thick tip against her damp entrance, feeling her warm spread over the tip. He held her hips steady. "Ifit hurts, tell me," he said and very gently he pushed it forward, feeling resistance as he did, but he softly gyrated his hips, so the tip slowly worked her entrance open.
 
When he rubbed his length across the soft petals of her flower, her hips pushed back slightly, spreading a thin layer of lubricant fluid over his shaft to help prepare him for insertion. She could already tell that it would be a tight fit, given that his girth was significantly larger than even the most well-endowed of her kind. Gima simply nodded in response as she felt his hands upon her hips, hands grasping her and holding her in place lest she push forward and prevent him from entering her. His warm member prodded at her sensitive sex, the head sliding inside with significant difficulty. Thankfully, he slid back and forth with gradually deepening thrusts instead of simply forcing himself inside, allowing her nectar to flow over him and help guide him deeper into her warm interior.

The way he stretched her around him gave rise to a strangely pleasant sensation which flowed throughout her smaller frame, drawing heated gasps and moans from her as she struggled against the urge to push her hips back and plunge him deeper inside of herself rather than allowing him to loosen her up gradually. Although his size made it slightly harder to take deep breaths, it was a welcome and pleasurable sensation, her capacity to accommodate his size being far greater than she had anticipated.

"It... Its my first time, but it feels good," Gima murmured softly, the lack of a barrier within her informing him that fairies lacked a hymen. Her wings fluttered, stirring up the air around them as he pushed deeper inside.
 
It happened slowly, but once his tip slipped inside he could push in more with less difficulty. He resisted the urge to shove himself in deep thinking if she was like a human girl she would bleed from her first time. Though as he sank in deeper he did not feel any form of barrier, thinking perhaps she had lost her virginity long ago. Her inner walls gripped him like a silk vice, her warm insides feeling like heaven. He could compare t the first time with his ex wife, but this was far better.

"I'm glad....Gima," he said as she told him it was her first. He felt a sense of pride at being her first, he felt honored. Gradually he thrust more in, gently giving her more of his thick member. It was a good thing he had not been fully erect on insertion, though now his member swelled and grew bigger in her, this would have been near;y impossible if he had gone in fully erect.

"Your so tight Gima....it feels really good," he said panting as he continued to feed more into her. He realized how big he was as he soon felt the entrance of her womb, he was just a bit more then halfway inside of her. He stayed still, aside from the gentle movement of his hips as he loosened her insides. "Are you okay Gima?" he asked feeling he was very deep in her with plenty to spare.
 
"I'm... I'm fine," Gima gasped, her arms which had been propping up her upper half giving way and tilting her body forward, giving him a different angle at which to penetrate her body. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her soft, smooth body, which combined the warm, hot sensation of their union with the cold sensation of the evaporating water from her exposed skin. She could feel him swell up within her, spreading her out in all directions as it were as she felt deprived of breath.

The slow, stirring motions he made as his tip pressed against her cervix caused her to moan, in inner walls tightening slightly around him. She thought he was almost finished already, that he would merely release his seed into her once he had reached her womb as she believed the swelling of his member indicated his approaching end, unaware that it was just the beginning of their coupling.
 
Aren breathed slowly in and out as he stirred her pussy. Soon drops of her nectar began to drip down her thighs and onto the floor. He began to slowly pull out of her, nearly removing his entire length before he pushed it all back in slowly. "Nnnngh...oh....wow," he grunted, the sensation nearly making his mind black out from pleasure. He slowly pumped his big cock in and out of her, letting her feel each inch over and over.

The tip kissed her cervix each time, bumping gently into her womb as he thrust. "Your...amazing Gima," he told her he reached gently around her, softly cupping her breasts in his hand, he was careful not to pull her up and crush her wings. Humans had many positions for that actually, which he would love to demonstrate for her, but now he just enjoyed the gentle love making.
 
Aren slid back and forth within her, his flared head rubbing against her soft inner walls and drawing increasingly heated moans from the fairy as she struggled to hold back her approaching orgasm. Each repetition as their bodies meshed together as one drove her closer, the battering of her womb which ached for his seed pulling cries of pleasure from her every time. Her hands clenched into tight fists, seeking to find some complimentary pace so that they could both enjoy the sensations and perhaps reach their peak at the same time and improve the chance of success for their union. However, when he took hold of her breasts and gently stimulated her with his hands, she could feel her resistance quickly wearing down.

"A-aren... I'm cumming," Gima gasped, her body tightening up around him significantly as contractions ran up and down her channel, seeking to draw out seed that he had not yet released. The dim glow of her body brightened slightly as she bathed in the intense sensation of orgasm for the first time. It all came to an end all too quickly, leaving her panting and slightly fatigued, bathed in the fading afterglow.
 
Aren stopped thrusting as she came, grunting softly as her insides tried to milk him of his seed. He let her enjoy her first orgasm, though he was left feeling unsatisfied. He took it upon himself to gently slip out of her tight pussy. He then gently picked her up, her small form was amazingly light despite everything. "You really liked that Gima," he said not really asking, more stating an observation. "I hope you can hold on though....we havent finished just yet," he told her. He positioned himself on the ground, it was a bit strange but not too bad.

He then held her facing him. Gently he kissed her lips to get her into the mood once more. He let her body rest in his lap, his thick cock rubbing up against her now very wet entrance.
 
"Yes... It felt good," Gima smiled, her hands reaching up and cupping his cheeks as she bent forward and accepted his kiss, a sign of affection between mates. She started to rub herself against him, her smaller and softer form against his larger and stronger body as her sex spread copious amounts of her nectar across his long, thick manhood. She moaned into the kiss, eyes half-open and glazed over with desire. While she appeared somewhat fatigued in the wake of her orgasm, she appeared much more enthusiastic about mating with Aren, eagerly pushing herself up with her legs until his tip pressed between the petals of her flower and slowly sinking down on him. Her walls stretched around him, straining slightly to accept his size as her walls practically drew him in.

"Humans... Have a lot more stamina than fairies," Gima observed, planting tender kisses across his jaw until she reached his neck, "But... I still want you to enjoy yourself, too." The fairy began to roll her hips back and forth, easing him deeper inside of herself until his tip pressed against her cervix, causing her entire body to tense up and shiver with pleasure.
 
Aren moaned softly as she rubbed herself against him. "I'm glad," he said to her gently, softly kissing her more. His hands ran along her sides, feeling her curved hips. He knew she was tired, but he would not have guessed it as she lifted herself up over his length and let herself slid down onto it. "Mmmm....Gima....your so...beautiful," he told her, his hands resting on her hips as she rolled her body onto him. He felt her slowly slide down his length until once more he reached her cervix. He then held onto her firmly, not wanting to have her accidentally shove the rest of his length into her, not until she was ready for it anyways.

"Well...I've had past practice," he told her gently, softly kissing her some more. His hands cupped her backside gently, then he began to lift her slowly up his length before pulling her gently back down. He worked this into a nice slow motion letting her insides loosen some more before going a little faster.
 
"You think... I'm beautiful?" Gima repeated the word, the compliment upon reaching her ears caused her heart to flutter incessantly within her chest, "Even though I am not a female human, you find me attractive? I thought you might just be desperate for a female, and since I resemble a female human to some degree that you settled for me." His strong, comforting hands on her sides reassured her that this was not the case, as he helped eased her up and down on himself, loosening and bringing pleasure to her as he prepared her to accept his seed.

"Yes... Your former mate, which humans call a wife, correct? It is not uncommon for virile male fairies to have several mates as well, which he visits as he pleases," Gima's moans grew more heated and insistent, perhaps indicating that she was drawing near to her second orgasm, "But, such mating is intended to be functional rather than pleasurable... Fairies do not have families as humans do. Female fairies raise their children alone and when they grow up they each go their separate ways. Males seek unclaimed females, and females wait for males to wander into their territory."

Gima's cervix began to loosen, allowing the tip of his member to press inside as her hands gripped him tightly as her soft, velvety walls tightened then relaxed around him in time with her movements up and down his length, as if her body was making yet another effort to squeeze out his cum, "But, Aren... I don't think I could live like that... I would become lonely without you. I miss my home in the forest, but I would miss you even more if I left. Please don't leave me when I am with child."
 
'You are...the most beautiful I've ever seen," he told her to reassure that what he said was true. He did not care she was not human, hell, she was more then human and he was so grateful they could express themselves in this way to one another. He continued to move her along his shaft, a bit faster now, feeling she was more then loosened to receive a bit more. Her breasts bounced softly as she moved along his shaft, the sensation was more then he could have ever exoected. His breath came ouyt in sharp gasps and pants.

"Humans. normally take one mate for a life time..." he told her gently. Of course she knew all of this, that a bond between two was life long, aside from certian things, like divorce and such that could break the bonds, and if one died then the other could seek a new mate. He thrust his hips into her now, trying to drive her to yet another release. Her species, it souned a bit different, not bad, but not as personal, more for survival, but he could not judge after all, marriage helped keep the population in check, perhaps hers was so small it would only hinder things.

"I wont leave you Gima....I promise...." he told her and began to move more, feeling his tip slide deeper in past her cervix. "Oh...I'm close...." he told her feeling his sack tighten. He could not hold it nor did he try. As he bounced her onto his shaft, her thighs nearly touching his as he pushed the tip in deeper, he came. It was like a sudden rush of fluid, like a wine bottle being popped as he released into her wanting womb. Each pulse of his member sending a wave of his seed into her womb directly.
 
"C-cum..." Gima shuttered as his member penetrated her womb, accompanied by a sudden release of thick, hot seed into her body, filling her up completely in a few seconds before flowing out of her and coating her inner thighs. The orgasm that surged through her nearly caused her to pass out, chest heaving and gasping for breath as she felt full past the limit with semen and pleasure. She leaned against him, her hands loosing their grip on him as her cheek pressed against his chest and her wings fluttered twice before becoming still.

"Aren... I feel so warm," her inner walls still cling to him tightly, either from his size or reluctance to relinquish her grip on him as her eyes slowly shut and she fell fast asleep. She was so light that it was hardly an inconvenience for him, but if they remained in this position for long the other scientists would surely notice. Her breathing gradually softened into a low murmur, entrusting herself to her new mate entirely.

Fairies, who lacked the stamina most humans possessed, often had fairly short sexual encounters, so it made sense that Gima would be completely exhausted from not only cumming twice but bringing a human to orgasm as well. Thankfully, her body did not seem particularly strained, although her ability to conceive from his seed remained doubtful. Only time would tell.
 
He breathed slowly, feeling her insides grip him tighter as he released. It felt so nice, a feeling he had not felt in years, though as she was his partner he could not remember when it had felt this good, this amazing. He gently kept her upon him, his hand against her back under her wings as she drifted off to sleep. He did not move for some time, waiting for his length to slowly grow limp.

He felt spent, but unlike her he did not pass out or fall asleep. He however had been at a lose for words, but he felt like her. He slowly moved her, as his erection grew flaccid. It was easier to ull out without disturbing her when he was not still thick and stiff. And he came out with little effort. He carried her softly, using a towel from his coat to clean her inner thighs as best he could before depositing her onto a soft bed of moss, careful not to harm her wings as he did.

"Sleep well," he said in her language, softly kissing her brow. He made himself decent, he could not stay embraced with her, others would find out. He had done all he could, disabling the cameras, and such but he knew this would be disasterous if it came out in the open. It pained him to think he had to hide this feeling.
 
Gima's eyes fluttered open the next day, a slightly pained groan issuing from her throat as she eased herself up into a seated position. She gazed around in a weary manner, apparently looking for Aren, her new mate. Her wings fluttered, but as she began to push herself up with her legs she felt a distinct soreness in her body which immediately caused her to drop back onto her rear. The fairy whined softly, pulling her legs up toward her chest and hugging them with her arms while looking out into the empty room. Their sexual encounter together had changed things between them forever, and she could already feel some of the effects. She wanted to see him, talk with him, and be with him more than ever before. She trusted that he would eventually return, as he always did, to spend time with her that afternoon, but waiting patiently seemed so much more difficult than before.

Growing accustomed to the soreness, she eventually started to flit about her enclosure, picking at her food while casting longing glances toward the door. Unlike before, she did not sing or vocalize nearly as often that day, her songs mostly being small fragments or portions of the full-length version. This, in and of itself, was a rather striking development which peaked the interest of the other scientists, especially since the day before they had suffered some sort of technical difficulties with the cameras in her enclosure. Of course, it might have been merely a coincidence and the fairy might simply be suffering some sort of mild ailment or cold. For the time being, they merely observed the situation without taking unwarranted actions. The truth would be revealed in time, after all, once the lead scientist went to talk with her.
 
Aren felt, oddly youthful. He felt years younger then he had, not that he was an old aged man, no he was still well in the prime of life, though he was on the edge of his midlife for sure. However he felt so much more refreshed when he had awoken after that night. He remembered everything, the feeling and sensations their intimacy had given. He had dread he would awaken and it was all nothing but a lust filled dream, though he was too old for that sort of thing many would seem. No as he once more donned his coat he felt, like a spring was in his step, though of course he did not outwardly show it.

He even felt like doing field work, it had been years since he had, and his old aches and pains where something he could only distantly remember. No he felt great and as he made his way back to her room. He could swear it had something to do with being with her. Gima, had magically done something, or at the very least it seemed she brought something out of him. He came with the berries they had gathered for her, she would no doubt be hungry, and to come, empty handed seemed, oddly rude after the night before.
 
Gima's eyes lit up like fireworks when Aren stepped inside her room, arms full of a basket of her favorite berries. Without hesitation, her wings beat rapidly and lifted her up toward his face, her hands grasping the sides of his head as she planted a tender kiss on his cheek. She then quickly scooped up a handful of berries and retreated back to her lofty perch atop the tree which grew in her enclosure, sitting down upon a branch before popping berry after berry into her mouth. A slight blush tinted her fair cheeks and she avoided direct eye contact with him, although she did spark up their usual conversation in her native language which often accompanied his visits.

"Thank you, they are very delicious," Gima spoke, referring to the small round fruits, "You must go to great lengths to bring so many to me... What do humans usually eat? From what I understand, humans do not usually eat only fruits and plants, but a great many unusual things that they make with their hands. Perhaps they are not good for me to eat, for my stomach may find them disagreeable, but I am interested in what your kind use for food."
 
Aren thought for a moment, they ate a wide variety of things in fact compared to her. No doubt it was why alot of his race at times where very fat in areas, and others not so much. "Well, we grow crops and plants, and trade with each other all over the world so we are seldomly limited to what we can eat, save for many places who are not as well...off as the rest," he said.

"We make something called bread, it comes from flour and yeast that we make by grinding down wheat and baking it in a furnace...an oven that makes heat," he said. He continued from bread and moved onto other things, not going to far intowhat they ate, else he would be explaining himself for days no doubt. He talked of rice, and how they killed animals for meat.

"Way way...long ago....we used to even eat each other...for sacrificial rituals and such...but we hardly do that anymoire....maybe a few small remote parts in the world," he said
 
All that Aren spoke of painted a world before her filled with strange concepts which her language had not even developed words for. Trade, cooperation in growing large amounts of food and manufactured goods where all foreign to her understanding, which made it difficult for her to fully understand what he was trying to tell her. Yet, Gima did her best to pay careful attention, her mind working to piece together every bit of this large, complex world that Aren was a part of. From what he had told her, she realized that the human world was made up of many types of people from many places across the planet, who did not even necessarily like each other but still worked toward a greater, better future by this action known as trade. It allowed them to obtain food so easily that it made her own work appear rather pointless in light of such a world as Aren lived in.

Yet, there were bad parts, too. Humans fought and killed each other as well, and in some places they had (or perhaps still did) even consume each other. Even the thought of it horrified her beyond words. Sure, she had seen animals in the forest kill and eat each other, and even members of the same species do such a thing, but humans seemed so much more social and developed that such an idea was difficult for her to hear. The entire concept of religion baffled her as well, as fairies had little understanding of a higher, unseen power of any sort. They were far too occupied with procuring food, shelter, and mates to concern themselves with such matters, especially if pursuing such ideas led to them eating each other.

"Its all so very interesting to hear about," Gima leaned against his side, her slight weight hardly noticible against his significantly larger body, "Perhaps I could try some human food sometime... Something simple like bread, perhaps. You know, I was pretty worried the first time you brought me here to study. I wasn't sure what you intended to do to me, but I trusted that if you intended to eat me then you already would have. I'm glad I did, too, as otherwise we would not be having this conversation at all, would we?"

"Hey... Once you and the other humans are done studying me, what will you do with me?" Gima asked hesitantly, as if somewhat afraid to hear the answer, "I'd like to go with you to see this human world that you often talk to be about... See it with my own two eyes. It sounds like such an amazing and wonderful place."
 
Aren had wondered that question himself, usually a specimen was released back into the wild. But she was different, she wasn't some animal. "Yes bread may be better to try first..." he agreed only stalling to find an answer. If he could, he would like to take her with him, but he feared his world would not be safe for her.

"If you would like, I could show you...but you may not like how humans live...though we do not cannabalize...we are still very much different then your way of living," he told her gently. He softy ran a hand through her hair. He fwelt at a lose for once, marriage was not possible, he would have to hide his feeling for her it felt. The idea was not at all appealing.
 
"The fact that it is different makes it exciting, Aren," the fairy smiled, "As long as I can stay with you, I'll be happy... You are all I'll ever need." This was probably the closest she had ever come to a confession of love for the head scientist, her gaze at him both tender and intense as she stared directly up at his face. She could feel her heart throb loudly in her chest as his fingers ran through her hair, his touches sending pleasant, soothing sensations throughout her body.

Her wings started to beat, stirring up the air around them slightly, a fragrant perfume-like scent filling the air. Her body was releasing pheromones, indicating that she was seeking a mate and that her body was becoming fertile, although she was likely not quite ready since it had been spurned on by her emotional state. Since the pheromones were intended for male fairies and not humans, they were rather potent and practically saturated the small room in a matter of minutes as they were intended to draw in males from miles around.

The other scientists quickly picked up on this and began to take samples and analyze the pheromones. Perhaps they could use this in order to capture a male fairy for observation, and potentially breed him with Gima in captivity. Such an accomplishment would be highly lauded within the scientific community... Some, however, saw a potentially different course of action at this point. The fairy was acting affectionate toward a human, their head scientist, and releasing pheromones in an attempt to seduce him. In either case, things would be changing quickly for Gima and Aren in the near future.

"Aren... I feel warm," Gima purred, turning toward the scientist as she began to rub against his side, "I feel warm when I am with you... Will you hold me?"
 
Aren did not realize the alluring grip her secretions had on him. Though he felt more energetic, and his heart beat a bit faster as well. His mind grew lax, the feeling of confusion he had where melting away from him, even logic was beginning to dull in his sharp mind. He wanted to simply embrace her, he wanted more intimacy with her.

"Of course," he softly said to her. He was glad to have installed a loop within the cameras, it would appear as a glitch, and at some intervals it would play a loop of him leaving the room and coming back, or them simply talking in her fairy language. It was randomized, he would not have a clue when it happened, though he truthfully hoped now it was.

He brought her close to him,, careful not to grab her wings, though it required him to hold her a bit lower, just above her backside. "I need you too Gima," he told her softly. He breathed in heavily, feeling the pheromons beginning to affect him a bit.
 
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