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