As he drove home, though, he stole a couple glances at the thing he had rescued. It was the very image of a classical pixie: a fully grown, beautiful woman only six inches tall, wearing a simple green dress, with two sets of translucent, iridescent wings sprouting from her back. Her long red hair came down to nearly her ankles, and her slim, fit figure had a nice set of curves.
She did not awaken as
Duncan pulled into the
driveway of his small, one-story home. He cupped her gently with one hand as he
went inside. Grabbing a clean hand towel, he set up a small “mattress” on the
kitchen counter, and lay her down atop it. Then he plopped down on the couch,
and turned on the TV. As the sights and sounds of late night programming lulled
him to sleep, he wondered if his little hallucination would still be there in
He was assured of this when, eight solid hours later, he awoke to a tapping on his cheek. With a snort, he blinked awake and nearly leaped out of his skin as he saw the diminutive creature hovering right above his face. Still half asleep, he swatted at it, thinking it was some kind of large bug. She easily dodged his hand, floating up to the ceiling.
“Hey!” she called down, in a voice surprisingly normal sounding for one so tiny. “Careful!”
The pixie cocked her head at him, giving him a curious look. “Why would that be? Have you never seen a pixie before?” She tapped her chin with a thought. “Hmm. I guess you might not have. What realm is this?”
“Yeah, you know, realm. Plane. World. Planet. Whatever you call it. Where am I?”
“Um, this is the planet Civero. You’re currently in the nation of Bellamy. Where are you from?”
“I’m from a realm called Arcovia,” she said. She floated down to the coffee table, and sat down upon a short stack of magazines. “Sheesh. Civero, huh? That’s pretty far from where I was trying to go.”
The pixie shrugged. “I’m going to need to wait a while for my magic to charge, before I can try and do another realm shift. Besides, I need to pay you back for saving me!” She flew up to
Duncan, giving him a look
that was somehow both chipper and stern. “So, I can’t leave until I repay my
debt! Is there anything you want from me?”
The pixie cocked and eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. “Hey, now, I take offense to that! Who told you fairies were shady?”
“Just what the old tales say,” said
Duncan. He went
into the kitchen. “Still, I don’t mind the company, I guess. You can stay here
for a few days if you need to. Just don’t, you know, touch anything.”
“That’ll be a challenge,” said the pixie, eyeing the cluttered house. It wasn’t a dump per say, but several clothes were strewn about the floor, and several magazines and comic books were scattered over the tables. She fluttered over to the kitchen counter, and sat on the microwave. “Still, there’s nothing I can do for you?”
Duncan. He started cooking some bacon and
eggs. “You want anything?”
“Some warm milk and honey would be nice if you have any,” said the pixie. She laughed. “But seriously, you can’t keep helping me out and not expect me to repay you!”
“Why’s that?” said the pixie.
“I’ve just got done with an 80 hour work week,” he said. “I figure its delirium from overworking.”
“Oh, dear,” she said. She stood up and leaned over the glass. Fluttering her wings to maintain her balance, she touched her lips to the surface of the liquid, and drank. She sucked down about half the glass before coming back up for air, wiping her mouth and giving a satisfying gasp, followed by a tiny burp. “Whew!” she said. “That hit the spot!” She sat back down on the towel, a little flushed.
“I’m glad,” he said, flipping the eggs and bacon.
“You’re very kind.”
“Sure. I’m kind to all my hallucinations.”
“I’m not a hallucination!”
“That’s what they all say.”
The pixie pouted and lifted the glass to her lips, using both hands. She then downed the rest of her drink, looking at him thoughtfully. “Well, are you working today?” she said.
“Yes, but not at the factory, thank god,” he said. “I need to get some art finished.”
“Art?” said the pixie, her features brightening. Her wings fluttered a bit. “You’re an artist?”
“Yeah, I draw.”
“Oh, can I see, can I see?”
“Sure. Just don’t touch anything.”
The pixie put her hands on her hips. “Hey, you! I’m not a chaos sprite. I’m not just gunna zip around your home breaking everything.”
“That obvious, huh? Guess it has been a few weeks since I cleaned up.”
“Does it bother you?”
“So, what is this stuff?” said the pixie. “Looks like a story scroll.”
“I do art for a couple comic books,” he said.
“Well, several people’s work,” he said. “I do the penciling and usually the inking. Another guy does the writing and lettering, and we got two people alternating as the colorist.” He shrugged. “We’re not with one of the major publishers, exactly, but the title’s been going for about fifteen years. I’ve been working on it for the last four.”
“Interesting,” she said. She squinted at the comic. “Hmm, I can’t read the writing.”
“Really? You’re speaking Grannin well enough.”
“Grannin? Is that your language?”
Duncan nodded, and the
pixie smiled. “I’m actually speaking in the Etwin Lai tongue. I’m just using a
bit of magic to translate our words.”
Duncan. He went back to inking his pages. The
pixie watched him work, fluttering around the studio occasionally to look at
his other drawings.
“You’re quite good,” said the pixie. “Your creature drawings are very neat, your men heroic and handsome.” She smiled. “And I notice your women are very beautiful.”
“Heh, well, it’s a superhero comic book,” he said. “Everyone’s either supposed to look cool or gorgeous, preferably both. Scary, if they’re a bad guy or something.”
“I see,” said the pixie. “So, tell me, which of these women do you desire the most?”
The pixie motioned to the posters of some of the superheroines. “These women you draw. Which would you most desire?”
“Um, they aren’t real,” said
Duncan, giving her a
The pixie shrugged. “But if they could be, who would you desire?”
“I don’t desire any of them,” he said.
“I see.” She floated up to a poster where three of the heroines were posed in a fairly erotic fashion, dressed in skimpier versions of their standard hero costumes. They each gazed at the viewer with lascivious looks. “Then why do you draw them like this?”
“Or guys who live alone?”
The pixie floated over to his table, sitting on the top of its slanted frame. “Only that a workaholic bachelor must feel rather lonely. Don’t think I didn’t notice the kind of magazines you had lying around.”
The pixie sighed, flew up to his face before he could react, and bopped him on the nose with her fist.
Duncan flinched. The blow
actually stung a bit, though not badly. “I am not a hallucination!” she said with a huff, her hands on her hips
“Okay, okay, sorry!” said
Duncan, rubbing his nose.
He gave her the first hard look since he’d “met” her. He swallowed. “So you’re
really a pixie?” He held up his hand and she dropped onto it, standing tall on
his palm. “Wow. I, uh, I don’t know what to say…”
“Answer my question,” she said. She motioned to his drawings. “Which of these women do you desire?”
“Why do you want to know that?” he said.
“Because I intend to repay you for your kindness, as I said. You saved me last night, when I fell into your world.”
“You landed on my car and I just—”
“If you hadn’t brought me to your home, I would have spent the night on that road, unconscious, and any stray animal or other danger could have claimed me. But you gave me shelter, and just a few minutes ago, you gave me a meal. I must repay your hospitality.” Her wings fluttered and she floated up to his eye level again. “I can tell, you’re stressed out, overworked, and lonely. What you need is a little loving. Fortunately for you, I am quite skilled in the erotic arts. I can give you an experience you’ll never forget.”
“Liar,” she said. She floated up and pointed to the poster with the trio of lustful heroines. “Come on. That isn’t the drawing of a man who didn’t at least consider for a moment what it’d be like.”
The pixie nodded in approval. “Very good. I shall bring to life an illusion of her, and she shall fulfill your sexual fantasy of her.”
But it was too late. With a wave of her hand, there was a great burst of white smoke. When it cleared, there she stood, in the center of the room. Razor, the ninja girl, with her toned curves and cute face, smiled at him.
eyes went wide and he gulped.
Duncan could say anything, Razor stepped up
to him, picking him up bodily and pushing him against the wall. She kissed him
fiercely. With a deft motion, she whipped out her combat knife and sliced off
his clothes with impossible dexterity. Duncan
briefly wished he’d showered before falling asleep, but Razor seemed not to
care about such things. As his clothes fell away, his cock responded quickly to
his sudden lover’s embrace. He became erect as Razor pressed against him,
undulating her body in a way that made him shiver with excitement. One hand
grasped his balls, while her other hand cupping the back of his head; she
kissed him so passionately, it stole his breath away. Duncan noticed the pixie, watching with
fascination. She seemed almost confused, perhaps wondering at Razor’s
“Now, then, boy,” said Razor, her voice at once commanding and sultry. “On your knees.”
He heard Razor then sit upon his chair. He felt a tug at the wire, and his cock twitched in both excitement and tension, the loops forcing his cock to maximum stiffness. “Come here, boy. You know what to do.”
heard a shifting of cloth as he shuffled forward as best he could, bound as he
was. When his knees touched the legs of his chair, he felt two strong legs snap
closed over his head, and a pair of feet resting on his upper back. Two hands pushed
his head down and forward; his lips met the wet, hot folds of Razor’s pussy.
She tugged on the wire, and his cock jumped again. “Come on, boy,” she said.
All the while, his cock twitched and throbbed, almost quivering in excitement. As he licked her, Razor would flick the wire, causing it to lightly brush against his cock. It seemed to strike just the right spots in just the right amount, soon causing him to buck into the air. However, the touches were just brief enough, and the wires tight enough, that even though his cock quickly reached a point of maximum tension, swelling to point just before orgasm, not a drop of fluid escaped him. Razor let out a low scream as she came, hard, against
Duncan’s face; Duncan himself nearly
whimpered as his excitement peaked to a point where he should have already had
an orgasm. He was so aroused, the slightest touch should have made him cum;
Razor’s wire flicks should have been more than enough. But the wires cruelly
cut him off from that release, making him to buck helplessly beneath her as he
was “forced” to please her, over and over.
Finally, after what had to be her tenth orgasm, Razor let him go, pushing him back. She leaned back in his chair, gasping.
his face covered in her fluids, panted as he remained helplessly bound. His
cock was harder than it had ever been in his life, swollen to maximum tension,
a livid reddish purple in color. Razor extended one foot towards him and tapped
the tip of his cock with her toe. Duncan
gasped as he nearly came just from that touch, but again, the cruel wires cut
him off. “Not bad, boy,” Razor said, leaning down to purr into his ear. “For an
appetizer.” She slipped off the blindfold, and Duncan could see she had covered herself
again, not allowing him to see her breasts and pussy. She smirked as with a
flick of her wrist, the wires binding him suddenly became loose. Duncan pitched forward,
now on hands and knees, hips jerking, cock twitching.
“Don’t cum,” said Razor. “Don’t you dare cum.”
“Oh my god,” she said. “That wasn’t just a submissive streak! That was downright masochistic!” She flew over to him, zipped to the side so she could see around his cover. “You didn’t even get to have an orgasm!”
“Hey!” he said, pressing the cloth closer to himself. “Cut it out!” Despite his attempt to hide, however, his cock was still stubbornly hard, and tented his make-shift cover nonetheless. He started to head out of the room.
“Where are you going?” she said.
“Shower,” he said. “And don’t follow me!”
The pixie giggled as she watched him go. “Shower, huh?” she floated over to another of his drawings. “Let’s see here… ah, she should do nicely!” She pointed at a picture where a woman appeared to be forming out of water and grinned.
Suddenly, he felt something grab his hand before he could touch. He’s eyes snapped open and he jumped as he saw a woman made of water reaching out of the shower. “R-r-rain?” he gasped. Rain, the woman of living water, smiled and reached out to him. Myriad tendrils of water rose from the tub, snaked around his body, and pulled him in with her. The tendrils pressed him against the shower wall and the woman pressed her body against his. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him. As she pressed herself against him, his cock slipped into her liquid body, sinking inside until it was lined up with where her pussy should be. He felt the warm wetness squeeze him, just like a real woman’s sex. But unlike a real woman, the pussy he felt undulated its walls, stroking him with a rapid, continuous downward motion.
Rain put a finger to his lips and shushed him. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Don’t be scared. This won’t hurt.”
“No way!” she cried. “This is too fun! Oh, sweet mother, are all your fantasies like this? Tied up and begging for relief while women use you for their pleasure? Good lord, no wonder you’re alone!”
Rain paused in her actions and looked him over. The pixie forced her laughter down.
“Let me go,” said
Duncan, looking suddenly sullen. He was
clearly no longer in the mood. Even teased as he was, his cock began to wilt
inside his liquid lover.
Rain glanced to the pixie, who suddenly looked regretful. She waved her hand and Rain vanished.
Duncan let out a sigh as
he slid down the shower wall and sat in the tub.
Duncan, I’m sorry,” said the pixie,
fluttering over to him. “Jeez, I don’t know why I said that.” She landed on the
edge of the tub. “I’m so sorry.”
“Just leave me alone,” he said. “Go away.”
The pixie floated up in front of him. “Please, really, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. I thought maybe you’d, you know, like it.”
The pixie shrugged. “I dunno, it seemed to go with your fantasy. I thought you were one of those guys who liked being sissified or something.”
“That’s not it,” he said. “I… I like being teased and taken and denied. I’m not into that name calling, sissification stuff.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” She landed on the edge of the tub again. “Wanna talk about it?”
Duncan, getting up. “I want to shower.”
“Okay,” said the pixie, sullenly. She flew out of the room.
The pixie looked up at him. “So she left you because she didn’t like your sexual kinks? How awful.”
He shrugged and sighed. “Well, there were other reasons. The difference in sexual tastes was just one of the things exacerbating the other problems. She said I worked too much at the factory, and was never home. I was home three full days a week. Unfortunately, it was usually on the days she was working. We didn’t see much of each other; I guess we couldn’t help but start drifting apart.
“But I had to pay off the mortgage to this place, so I couldn’t quit my factory job. Then, I got picked up to do the Centurions comic, and, well, I didn’t have time for much of anything at that point.” He sipped his coffee thoughtfully. “To be honest, I kind of threw myself into the work to avoid her at that point. I mean, I always wanted to work in comics, been drawing them since I was a kid, but, I chose that over taking time to work on the marriage. Not surprisingly, we divorced just a couple years ago.” He hung his head. “Anyway, you didn’t know, so, don’t feel too bad about it.”
“No, I shouldn’t have overstepped my bounds,” said the pixie. “You just seemed like you really needed some loving, but then you’re fantasies were so… unexpected… I had to see it again!” She floated up to him and sat on his shoulder, smiling. She tickled at his earlobe, making him shiver. “I find your fantasies very intriguing.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said, brushing her hand away as he blushed deeply. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Now, I think its best you just let me get back to work. I need to have these pages done by next week.”
The pixie pouted, but said, “Okay, okay.” She stood, but shuffled her feet on his shoulder. “But, could I watch you work?” she said. “I won’t bug you. It’s just, like I said, it’s going to be a while before I can recharge another teleport spell to get out of here.”
“I guess,” he said. He let her ride his shoulder as he went back into his art room. The scent of sex hit him as he entered, however, and he paused. The memory of what had just happened here hit him powerfully, and he swallowed as his cock began to erect, unbidden. He glanced down at himself and blushed. “Um, actually, I need to, uh, take care of something real quick.”
The pixie smiled. “You want to masturbate?”
His blush deepened and he looked away from her. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it.”
“My goodness, you’re such shy one.” She giggled and kissed his cheek. “But how about this? If you hold it in, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Oh, I think you can guess. If you hold it in, I’ll make more of your fantasies come to life!”
The pixie’s eyes widened and she put a hand to her mouth. “Oh, my god, you don’t have castration fantasies, do you?”
“What? No!” He shuddered at the thought. “I mean, her wires were really tight. They kind of hurt!”
The pixie smiled reassuringly. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll use my magic to keep you safe and healthy, okay?”
“So, draw and ink away!” said the pixie. She floated down to the bulge in his shorts, and gave it a tap with her fingertip. “Just don’t let this little guy distract you until you’re done!”
Duncan, blushing again. “It’s not little!”
The pixie giggled, flew up and kissed him on the nose. “You’re so easy!” She tussled his hair. “Now, get to work! Then we can play!”
The pixie just watched him work, noting which characters he seemed to react to the most. Otherwise, she occasionally flitted about the room, looking at his other drawings. She even brought him some water, levitating it as she flew.
Finally, some seven hours later, with only a quick lunch break and a couple bathroom breaks in between, he was finished for the day. He shook the aches out of his hand and looked over his work, nodding in approval.
He then turned to the pixie, but noted she was suddenly gone. Frowning, he came out into the living room. He jumped as he saw three women sitting on the couch, waiting for him. All smiled as he entered. He recognized them all as more Centurions characters: Spark, a petite blond with electrokinesis; Starlight, a tall woman with chestnut curls, who could fly and generate light; and Ghost, a white haired telekinetic who could become invisible. Sitting on the back of the couch, between Spark and Starlight, was the pixie, smiling broadly.
“Come on in,
Duncan,” said Starlight, waving to the center
of the room. They had moved the coffee table over to the side and pushed the
couch back a little, providing a larger open space in the living room.
His cock already going erect,
Duncan stood in the room.
He blushed and put his hands over his groin, trying to hide the tent he was
making. The women chuckled, and Ghost motioned with her hand. Duncan found his arms pushed apart. He was
then floated into the air, and his clothes slid off his body, slowly, removed
by Ghost’s telekinesis. The women made catcalls and whistles as his body was
revealed to them. He was decently fit, his job at the factory keeping him
physically active, but even still, being watched by four fully clothed women as
his nude body was revealed to them made him very self conscious. His blush
deepened as his underwear was pulled down, and his cock sprang up like a
jack-in-the-box, happy to come out and play, heedless of his dignity. When he
was fully nude, he was set back down. He tried to cover himself again, but
Ghost prevented him, again pulling his hands away, revealing him fully to the
women. His cock twitched excitedly, and they all laughed.
Spark extended a finger, and a little bolt of lightning leapt from her finger. It curled around his cock and
Duncan gasped. The little
lightning bolt danced and leapt over his organ, zapping him with pleasurable
tingles along every sweet spot on his cock. He gasped and trembled, and the
superheroines giggled, watching him shake. The little bolt moved quicker,
causing sharper tingles, and Duncan
was on his knees once more. His cock flexed rapidly and he gasped. He was
already going to spurt!
Duncan,” said Starlight. “Such a premature
ejaculator!” She snapped her fingers, and a ring of solid light formed around
the base of Duncan’s
cock. He felt the energy band cinch tightly, and a moment later, his orgasm was
blocked by the cruel ring. He let out a cry as the lightning bolt moved even
faster, and he shook.
He gasped, “I-I-I’m not! Really! It’s just b-been a while!” He went down to hands and knees again as his hips bucked. “Oh, fuck!” he gasped. The sensations of the electric bolt were incredible; he’d never tried electro-stimulation before, but if this was how it felt, he was sorry he hadn’t invested in it! It was like the energy reached deep under the skin to stimulate nerves he hadn’t known he had! Oh, gods, but the ring! It forced him to stay just at the edge of release as the energy stimulated him crazily! “Oh, god… okay… please, give me a break! Let me cum!” He blushed deeply, ashamed to be begging already, but he was in no way prepared for how incredible this felt.
They laughed at his helplessness. “Poor thing,” said Starlight. “Honestly, a normal guy thinks he can handle a super powered lover?”
“Maybe we should teach him not to be so overconfident,” said Spark. She snapped her fingers and the lightning bolt doubled in size, writhing over his cock wildly.
Duncan shuddered and cried out.
Ghost raised her hand, and
Duncan found himself
lifted into the air. He was flipped onto his back and made to lay spread eagle,
hovering two feet off the ground. She then turned invisible and he could hear
her undressing. He felt her hands touching him, tracing down his chest and
stomach. He could feel her leg come over him, and then, she was straddling him.
He felt her warmth and soft flesh as she lay atop him, and purred into his ear.
He moved to reach her, but her telekinesis bound him thoroughly. He could do
nothing but shiver and gasp as he felt her slide his over stimulated cock into
She was dripping wet, blazing hot, and very tight. His eyes bulged as her pussy squeezed his cock fiercely. She let out a soft gasp, then moaned as she motioned herself upon him. The stimulation of her pussy combined with the electrical arc, and he wailed under her attentions. Then, she sat up on his body, and
Duncan’s vision was obscured by Spark’s ass
as she promptly sat on his face. She pushed her naked pussy against his mouth,
spurring him to lick her. Instinctively, he did, driving his tongue deep,
causing her to gasp.
Then, he was suddenly aware of Starlight lying on the ground beneath him. He could hear her moaning softly, no doubt masturbating as she watched him writhe. And then, he felt something, a warm, smooth rod, slide along his ass crack.
Duncan moaned loudly, trying to shake his
head. But his pleas fell on deaf ears,
as Starlight slowly slid a dildo of solid energy into his ass. She worked him
slowly, almost lovingly, but he shuddered violently at the invasion. Beneath
him, Starlight laughed, and she kissed the back of his neck, tickling the erogenous
zone there. At this kiss, he felt himself relaxing, and then, the dildo in his
ass began to work steadily. To his shock, and humiliation, he felt a pleasure
begin to bloom in his anus. It joined the hyperstimulation of his cock, and
then his whole body was writhing in helpless ecstasy as the three women
orgasmed all around him.
The pixie giggled, blushing a little. “Aw, shucks.”
He winced again as he stood. “Ooph. Maybe a little too incredible. If I don’t shoot one off right now, I’m not going to be able to walk straight!”
“What? You can’t ruin it so soon!”
“Getting close to noon,” said the pixie.
“Shit! I need to get to work!” said
tried to hurry, then winced as he walked again. “Okay, first things first.” He
sat back down on the bed, grabbed a tee shirt, and began to touch himself. He
let out a sigh, stroking quickly. At this point, he was so in need, he didn’t
even care that the pixie was watching him.
“Wait!” said the pixie. She flicked her hand at him, and his hands were suddenly pulled away.
“God, what?” said
wincing as his dick twitched, cut off from achieving release yet again. “Enough
okay? I need to cum already!”
“No, Duncan,” said the pixie. She floated down in between his legs, eyeing his cock with a sudden predatory gaze. “No, I don’t think so. I’m having too much fun.”
“Come on,” he said. He tried to move, but found himself frozen by the pixie’s magic. “I thought you were just paying me back for saving you. You’ve done that ten-fold by now! Please, just let me finish!”
“Well, yeah, I was paying you back,” she said. She reached out and touched his cock, and he shuddered as an intense wave of pleasure surged through his loins. She giggled as his cock jerked and his hips bucked. “That was before I realized how fun this was! There are all sorts of things I can do to you, Duncan. I can make every fantasy you’ve ever had come to life. I can give you everything you’ve dreamed about, forever.”
“Pixie, please,” he said. “Please listen to me. I can’t do this indefinitely. I have to go back to work at the factory after tomorrow. I have to work on the comic today. I can’t do that if you’re playing with me all the time!”
“Phooey,” said the pixie. “Why do you have to work all the time? You should make time to play!” She touched him again and he nearly fainted from the sensation. His balls ached sharply as that little touch shot him straight to the edge of orgasm. But maddeningly, he failed to cum yet again!
“Oh, fuck, please,” he said. “Don’t do this. Please! Let me go! Let me cum!”
The pixie floated up to his face and smiled. Her smile was not friendly anymore, but very, very wicked. “No,” she said. “Don’t worry. When I go back to my world, you won’t have a need for your jobs. I’ll take you home with me! You’ll be my adorable pet, and I’ll play with you every chance I get!”
“What the fuck?” said
Duncan. “No! I don’t want
to be your pet! What’s gotten into you?”
The pixie laughed. “Whatever do you mean? This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Fairy folk like me love nothing more than to bring fantasies to life! And your fantasies are so deliciously intriguing! Your desires are so strong, and yet at the same time, you’re so conflicted over them! A perfect cocktail of mortal emotions.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, and he nearly fainted again. He clutched the bed and grit his teeth as he saw stars, so intense was the pleasure surging through him.
He gasped out his next words, “Please… I beg you… don’t do this…”
The pixie frowned and tapped her chin. “Gosh, what am I doing wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted? To be taken by a powerful, dominant woman?” She kissed his cock again, and this time, she caressed it with her hands, continuing to rub him. “Teased and denied, over and over, made helpless by her strange powers?”
When she finally stopped, he was drenched in sweat, shivering and gasping, his vision unfocused. “Well, then,” she said. “I guess I shouldn’t hold you up! As you say, you have work to do, and the sooner you get it done, the sooner we can play!”
When he was done, the pixie was there waiting for him, with three more of the Centurion women. Starlight again, this time joined by Razor and Rain. They fucked him long into the night, Razor binding him in wires once more, as Rain proceeded to fuck his ass with a dildo of solid water. Again, they took turns straddling his face and riding his cock; his genitals were on fire from sensation overload and the agonizing need to cum.
The next day, the pixie was finally tired of hanging around the house; as
lingered in his bedroom in the few hours he had before his factory job started,
the pixie went into the backyard, where a small flower garden was set up. As Duncan watched the pixie
flit around the flowers, taking in the sun’s rays with a smile, he pulled out
his cell phone and dialed a number he had sworn he’d never call again.
He waited anxiously as the phone rang. Just before the voicemail could pick up, however, a voice answered with a, “Hello?”
There was a cautious pause, before his ex-wife said, “What do you want?”
He heard her sigh. “Just out with it,
Another pause. “Alright. What’s the problem?”
“Really? You’ll help me?”
“Tell me what the problem is, and I might.”
“Do you believe in pixies?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake…”
“No, listen to me! There’s this, this pixie thing in my house! She’s got magical powers and she’s using them to, uh… well, she’s using them to…”
“She’s, well, she’s been using them to, ah, play with me.”
“Okay. Assuming you’re not hallucinating, so what? You could stand to make a new friend or two.”
“You don’t get it, she’s using her magic, and it’s getting to be too much. But she doesn’t want to stop. I think—I think she intends to kidnap me!”
Yet another pause, excruciatingly long. “It sounds like you’ve got a mage or an esper screwing with you.”
“Well, you’re the only mage I know.”
“I’m not doing it,” she said. “If I was going to use my magic on you, it wouldn’t be to create some dumb pixie fairy to tease your cock.”
“You always get this little hitch in your voice whenever you talk about sex.”
“Yes. It’s embarrassing.”
Mia said, “Calm down, Duncan. Look, I’m not sure how to help you.”
“Well, can’t you just, I dunno, cast a spell to banish her or something?”
“I’m not that kind of mage. I’m a shadowmancer, remember? I create illusions. I can’t summon or banish strange creatures.”
“Have you tried SOS?”
There was another sigh. “Seriously,
you do anything for yourself? Supernatural Operations Specialists. They handle
cases like this.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I, uh, I didn’t think of that.”
“You know, you don’t have to be such a bitch about this.”
“Fine. Look, I’ll call them for you, alright? That’s the best I can do.”
Duncan swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just man up next time.”
Duncan?” came a voice. He jumped, nearly
dropping the phone as he saw the pixie flutter into the room. “Who are you
“Oh, uh, nothing! I mean no one! Just, uh, my editor!”
“Whose that?” said Mia, sounding curious. “Your little ‘pixie’ friend? Doesn’t sound like a pixie.”
“How would you even know?” said
Duncan. He could almost
hear her dismissive shrug.
“That’s not your editor,” said the pixie, flying in close. “Hey! Are you upsetting my boy? I’ll kindly ask you to show some respect.”
“Put me on speaker, Duncan,” Mia commanded.
“I don’t think that’s—”
“Do it,” she said, her tone low and authoritative.
swallowed and switched the cell phone to speaker mode. “Hello? Is this that
The pixie put her hands on her hips and gave the phone a stern look as
set it on the desk. “Yes, it is. Who is this?”
“His ex-wife. Listen, I’m happy
Duncan’s found a kinky
little girl to fulfill his little bitch fantasies, but you have to understand,
he can only take so much. You need to back off whatever you’re doing, because
he can’t handle it.” Duncan
put his head in his hands, utterly embarrassed. And yet, to his greater shame,
his stubbornly hard cock twitched in his pants, hearing Mia belittle him.
The pixie glanced at
Duncan, noticing his cock
twitch. Her eyes widened, and she grinned. “Hey, now, that’s not fair,” she
said. “He’s held in there very well for himself.”
“Oh, sure. That’s why he felt the need to call me up for help. Because he’s not man enough to take it. You need to back off, before you break him.”
The pixie forced back a giggle as she saw
cock twitch again. A wicked idea crossed her mind and she flicked a finger at Duncan. Duncan, to his surprise, found himself
sliding down his pants, and grasping his cock. He tried to stop himself, but
his body moved out of his control. He shook his head, mouthing, “No! Stop!” to
the pixie, but then he was stroking himself steadily.
“Not man enough, huh?” said the pixie. She flicked a finger at the phone. “Tell me more!”
Suddenly, Mia began to babble. “Yes, not man enough! I’m sure you know the things he likes to do, don’t you? To be forced onto his knees and have his face fucked. He wants to be tied up and made to whimper and beg like a little bitch. He wants to be fucked in the ass like a cheap whore. Sure, he could pretend to be manly and strong for a while, but every time we made love, his little bitch tendencies would take over.
“He’d be fucking me, but he couldn’t handle my pussy for more than half a minute! He’d beg me to make him last longer with my magic; it was so pathetic. I did it a couple times, but after that, I just told him to hold it in. But he never could. I think the most he got in was ten pumps before he was shooting his goo. And then, he had the gall to ask me to tie him up and tease him! What kind of a man wants that? What kind of pathetic excuse for a—”
She paused as she suddenly heard
Duncan’s heavy breathing,
the tiny whimpers he was making as he tried to hold back his moans. “Oh, my
god! Duncan are
you masturbating to this? You sick fuck!”
“I c-c-can’t help it!” gasped
“Oh, for fuck’s sake— This is why we broke up, you pathetic shit! I can’t believe you! At least have the decency to take responsibility for your actions.”
The pixie was laughing hysterically now, almost rolling in the air, covering her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing out loud.
“Oh, god, M-mia!”
Duncan gasped, moaning.
“Oh, no, don’t you dare! Don’t you dare! I’m not going to be part of your sick little game! You don’t deserve the satisfaction!”
“Oh, fuck, Mia, I’m sorry—”
“Oh my god. You stroked one off while talking to me! I can’t fucking believe you! What, did your pixie friend tell you to?” She made a disgusted grunt. “Well, are you satisfied now, you little bitch? Did that make you happy?”
“You know what, Duncan? You deserve whatever’s coming to you. Have fun with your new playmate, you fucking pervert!” With that, she hung up.
The pixie laughed. “Oh, my god, that was amazing! So you do like being insulted! But only by your ex! I guess that makes sense, if she’s still your special someone.” She flew down to his cock and touched it.
Duncan jerked as his cock
surged back to full mast, gasping as a series of magical strokes primed him
back up. He grit his teeth as the pixie rubbed him gently, and he was once
again overwhelmed by her mere touch. “I knew it! You pathetic little stroker
boy. Did you get hard every time you two had an argument? No wonder she thought
you were a sick pervert!”
“P-p-please stop!” said
Duncan. Despite having
just cum, his balls were aching again as she magically teased him. His cock
lurched as the pleasure became too much and another orgasm rose inside him.
However, the pixie laughed, and with a snap of her fingers, she cut him off. He
bucked helplessly as she teased him, stroking him with her tiny fingers,
feeding maddeningly intense energy into him.
“No, I won’t stop,” she said. “Because the truth is, this is exactly what you want. Isn’t it, you little stroker bitch?”
The pixie giggled and finally ceased, letting
sag in his chair, exhausted and thoroughly re-blue balled. “Now, then, I
recommend you call in sick to work today. You’re going to need the time off.”
She flitted out of the room, leaving Duncan
to shakily pick up his phone and do just that.
Ten minutes later,
Duncan came out of the bed room to grab a
bottle of water. He nearly leaped out of his skin when he saw Mia sitting on
the couch, smiling. The pixie sat on Mia’s knee.
“Oh, no,” said
Duncan, his cock going iron hard. “Please,
don’t. Not her!”
The pixie laughed and flew up. “Why not? I was being silly making your little superheroes come to life to fuck you. I should have known the one person who could rile you up like nothing else would have been your wife!”
Duncan, as “Mia” stood and stepped towards
him. He backed away, swallowing hard. She was dressed only in a
semi-transparent silk robe, decked with oriental draconic designs, the one she
wore whenever she wanted to get frisky. “Come on, don’t do this. Fictional
girls I can handle but…”
“But nothing, you pathetic wuss,” said Mia. She flicked her finger at
and his arms were suddenly bound behind him. Mia grabbed his shirt and easily
tore it clean in half. She then gently brushed his nipples with her fingertips.
Instantly, they hardened, and Duncan
let out a gasp as the embarrassingly sensitive spots hardened.
“No… don’t…” he said, but could not bring himself to resist her advances. Mia pushed him against the wall, and rolled his nipples between her fingers gently. He shivered with pleasure, his cock twitching in his pants. Mia yanked his pants down, revealing his tense cock. With one hand, she made a circle with her finger and thumb, and
Duncan felt a ring of
pressure form around the base of him, even as her other hand resumed its
playful teasing of his nipples. His hips began to buck; the touch to his
nipples was exciting him so much, combined with the previous teasing, that he
had very nearly cum from that alone!
Mia smiled wickedly. “Still a premature ejaculator, I see,” she said with a laugh.
The pixie landed on her shoulder, giggling. “Isn’t he, though? That’s okay. Makes edging him real easy!” She flew down and slowly brushed her fingertips along the length of his shaft, making him shudder and buck.
“Oh, god… Mia…” he gasped, looking at her with lust-glazed eyes.
“You want to fuck me, Duncan?” she said. She parted her robe slightly, letting him get a teasing glimpse of her womanhood and the inner curve of her breasts. “Want to ravage me, like you used to? With my little spell, it shouldn’t be too hard for you to hold it in, just like before.” She then suddenly pinched his nipples, hard.
“Or would you rather I shove you to the floor and ride your face?” She twisted her grip and
Duncan cried out. “Oh, why even ask? I know
it’s the later. You just love being the little bitch, don’t you?”
“Please… please let me…” he gasped. “Let me lick you! I’ll make you cum… so hard… please…”
Mia laughed. “Oh, will you? Think it’ll make me merciful? Think it’ll convince me to let you blow your load?” She shook her head, reached down, and tightly gripped his balls.
Duncan gasped out loud. “Look at you. You’re
so turned on by my bitchiness, you’d spurt all over me right this very instant
if I called you a little bitch just one more time.” As if on cue, his hips
bucked and he let out a savage cry as he tried to cum, only for the magic ring
to block him once more.
“Oh, god, Mia, please! I-I-I know you’re j-just an illusion, but… oh, fuck… take me… use me… please!”
Mia smiled then bodily threw him to the floor. His limbs were pulled away from his back, and he was then bound on the floor, spread eagle. Mia crouched over him, shedding her robe, revealing her body, too beautiful for him to bear. He nearly came again, just looking at her.
“Gods, look at you! I haven’t even put inside me yet, and you’re trying to cum! You don’t deserve to be used by me!” Despite her words, she slid down and promptly took him inside her.
let out a loud cry and writhed in his bonds as his cock was ablaze with
pleasure. His ex-wife’s hot, tight wetness swallowed him, burning him straight
to the core. He was now trapped at the very moment before orgasm, but unable to
go over, as she rode him hard and fast. Soon, she was crying out herself,
almost snarling in her passion. She lay atop him and nearly smothered him with
her breasts. He thrashed even harder, completely overcome.
“Little… shit… little… bitch! Can’t take… my pussy… can’t take… my tits… not even… my hand!” She made a motion, and
Duncan felt a
phantom hand clamp hard onto his balls. He shuddered violently and for a
moment, he thought he might, just might, push past the cruel magic barrier on
his cock and cum. But even though he got so close, he could nearly feel the cum
straining in his cock, he was nonetheless denied.
Vaguely, he was aware of the pixie watching them, shouting “More, more!” At her insistence, the illusion of Mia fucked him harder.
could only lay there, shuddering, gasping, and crying, as he was taken in ways
he had only dreamed of before. Then, suddenly, he heard the pixie whisper into
his ear. “It’s time, Duncan.
I have enough energy now. I’m going home, and you’re coming with me.”
Duncan fought through the haze of lust and
gasped, “N-no! Please! I d-don’t want to go!”
Duncan. With me you can live this dream
forever. Or would you prefer this paltry existence? Would you prefer working
your ass off every single day, all alone, with no one to turn to for help but
an ungrateful bitch?”
The pixie kissed his cheek. “Come, my pet, my dear boy. I’ll make sure you’re never lonely again.” She giggled. “And I’ll make sure you’ll never cum again, either. Won’t that be sweet?”
The pixie smiled, and then, his vision went white. “Good boy, Duncan,” she said.