Fairy Magic 2: the Forbidden Fruit
Copyright© 2025 by EveryDenial
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - The MC and his fairy blessed cum has been transported across the land, yet his quest remains the same. He must get to Sensluttia. Along the way he will meet new friends and foes. Who will stay by his side? Who will slow down his journey? What awaits him once he finally arrives? (This is 16 chapters - still editing)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual Slavery Fiction Fairy Tale High Fantasy Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Small Breasts Nudism Illustrated
Two days later, after the Alpha Bitch and her pack had finished feasting on the corpse of their old leader.
The sun was sinking below the horizon, bleeding gold and red across the valley, painting the snowfields below in streaks of fire. From our perch high on the cliff, the valley stretched wide and endless: the dens carved into stone, the smoke rising from fires, the wolves moving below like shadows. The frozen river caught the light and blazed like molten glass, splitting the valley heart into two halves that looked fragile beneath the weight of dusk.
And there we sat, watching it all, snow blowing gently around us.
She was in my lap, her small body nestled against my chest, her blue hair wild in the mountain wind. Her back arched faintly as she leaned against me, her head tilted just enough that her ear brushed my lips. Her crimson eye glowed softly in the fire of the sunset, fixed on the valley below, but her breath, shallow and quick, told me her thoughts weren’t only on the pack.
My cock was inside her.
Not thrusting. Not pounding. Just buried deep, filling her, our bodies joined as one while the world burned in sunlight around us. Her pussy was hot and slick, the soft walls gripping me, milking me in slow, rhythmic squeezes she couldn’t control. Every tiny clench made my pulse race, every tremor a reminder that I was where I belonged, inside an Alpha, inside the little wolf who had taken everything back with blood, ice, and fire.
My arms circled her waist, one hand cupping the soft plane of her belly, the other resting lower, my fingers working lazily over her clit. I traced circles there, teasing the swollen nub until her thighs trembled against mine. Her breath hitched, her hips shifting, her body writhing in my lap. Her lips were parting in quiet whimpers that disappeared into the vast open air like confessions whispered to the mountains.
I held her like that, the warmth of her skin radiating through the elk hide, my lips against her ears. She was the perfect fit, her head fitting under my chin, her curves nestled against my chest. Our breaths misted together, the cold biting my cheeks, the heat between us making me want to hold her even closer.
Her tail curled around my thigh, her ears twitching at every kiss of my lips. I pressed my cock into her, savoring her warmth, her softness, the way her little breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples flushed hard in the cold air. Now and then, she rolled her hips just slightly, rocking herself down onto my cock, grinding her clit against my fingers, making us both moan.
“What’s that part called again?” she whispered, shifting her hips against my lap. My cock sank deeper as she squirmed, her little pussy clenching around me. She was blushing, embarrassed to ask, but her curiosity burned brighter than her shame.
I smiled against her ear, tracing the swollen nub with my fingertip.
“That’s your clit,” I said quietly, circling it slowly.
Her thighs clenched around my wrist, the muscles in her little body fluttering as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull away or grind harder against my touch. Her pussy squeezed me, a steady pulse of wet heat that made my cock throb inside her. Still, her voice came out in a breathy, trembling whisper.
“Clit ... Wolves don’t talk about it at all. We don’t even have a word for it. Or at least ... you’re the first one to teach me about it,” she said, a soft whimper escaping her.
Her hips rolled again, grinding down on my cock, pressing herself harder against my fingers as though her body already knew what her mind was only beginning to understand.
“In the pack,” she continued, “sex isn’t about ... this. About feeling good. It’s only for breeding. A male comes when he’s rutting, and a bitch lifts her tail to let him mount. That’s all. Quick. Rough. He fucks until he spills in her, then he leaves. If she’s lucky, she gets pups. If not, he comes back again later. No one touches here...” She gasped as I pressed down harder on her clit, her back arching. “Ahh! No one cares if it feels good for the girl. It isn’t meant to.”
Her breath fogged the air in frantic bursts, her thighs trembling, her little breasts rising and falling as she spoke.
“You’re my first you know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No one ever wanted to breed with a stary ... You’re the first to ever be inside me. The first I’ve cock I’ve ever bounced on. The first to hold me while you fuck me. The first time I’ve sucked a cock and swallowed cum. The first one to ever make me cum, to show me I can cum. The first to touch me ... there. To touch my clit.” Her hand drifted down, trembling, until her clawed fingers rested lightly over mine, pressing my touch firmer against her swollen nub. “And when you do ... I feel it everywhere. My head, breasts, my belly, my pussy, it all tightens up like it’s begging you not to stop.”
I rubbed tighter circles, and she whimpered, clutching my arm, grinding harder onto my cock.
“You make me feel things I didn’t know a wolf could feel,” she confessed, her voice rising with every breath. “When you touch me here, I think I can cum from it. I can cum without you even fucking me. Is that ... is that a thing? Something that can happen? Am I being stupid? Don’t poke fun at me ... or I’ll bite you.”
Her tail twitched, the soft fur brushing my thigh. I could feel her heartbeat racing, the embarrassment of her questions mingling with her own desperate curiosity. I smiled, kissing the tip of her ear, her little fangs bared as she panted.
“Let’s find out,” I whispered, my cock throbbing inside her. “Don’t grind on me, and I won’t move. I’ll just keep rubbing. See if you can cum like that. You’ll be the first wolf to ever cum from clit stimulation.”
Her breath caught, sharp and trembling, and I felt her whole body tense in my lap. She stilled her hips, obeying, though every muscle in her thighs quivered with the effort. My cock throbbed inside her, squeezed by the constant flutter of her pussy, but I held myself still, my hand working slow circles over her swollen clit.
She whimpered, high and needy, her claws digging into the furs that covered my arms. Her ears flicked back flat, her tail curling tighter around my thigh as if she needed to anchor herself to me. Her crimson eye was wide, glassy, staring out over the burning sunset, but I knew she wasn’t seeing the valley anymore. All of her was focused on the single point where my finger rubbed her, the hot little nub that sent sparks racing through her whole body.
“I ... I can’t–” she gasped, her chest heaving, her nipples hard, her little breasts bouncing with every breath. “It’s too much, human ... too much, but it feels so good. My pussy ... it’s clenching on you without me even moving, I can feel it. You’re so deep inside me, I ... ahhh!”
I pressed harder, circling faster, and her thighs jerked shut around my wrist, trapping my hand against her clit. Her voice broke into a raw, guttural moan, the kind that shook her whole chest.
Her body went wild in my lap. Her hips bucked despite her promise to stay still, grinding down against my cock with frantic little jolts, but she was already past the tipping point. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around me, squeezing tight as her juices gushed, hot and wet, dripping down my shaft.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming from my clit!” she screamed, the sound echoing off the mountain like a feral cry.
Her head snapped back against my shoulder, her blue hair whipping in the wind, her crimson eye glowing as tears of pure sensation brimmed at the corners. Her claws tore at the elk hide, her tail lashed, and she convulsed in my lap, every muscle clenching at once.
I held her tight as her climax ripped through her. Her pussy milked me in fast, hard pulses, spasming around my cock as if trying to wring my seed from me. Her juices ran down my thighs, steaming in the cold air. Her clit throbbed under my finger, swollen and twitching, her whole body trembling in waves as I kept circling it through her orgasm.
Her voice broke into little cries, high and sharp, her thighs trembling, her chest heaving. She clawed at me blindly, clinging like she might fall off the world if she let go.
At last, she collapsed back against me, panting, her body limp and spent. Her pussy still twitched around me, hot and wet, clenching weakly in the aftershocks. Her ears drooped, her lips parted, and a delirious smile curved across her flushed face.
“I ... I really did,” she whispered, her voice raw and awed. “I came from my clit. I came just from you touching it while you were inside me. That’s ... that’s mine now. That’s my thing. No wolf has ever felt this. Only me. A stray wolf.” She turned her head, pressing her lips to mine, still breathless, still trembling. “Only because of you.”
I held her tight, savoring the moment, our lips touching, my cock buried deep inside her. She was beautiful, more than I could ever tell her, but she was so much more than that. She was fierce, strong, proud, and brave, and her crimson eye burned like a fire against the setting sun.
“I really have to cum,” I said, a bit breathless, my cock twitching inside her.
She laughed, getting up to turn and face me fully, her thighs straddling my lap, and her pussy squeezed around my cock as she sat on me once again, my hands falling to her hips. Her little breasts bounced, nipples pink and hard, her tail swaying, brushing the ground.
“You’ve been hard and ready for a while now, haven’t you?” she asked, her lips brushing mine, her tongue darting out to flick the tip of my nose.
I nodded, holding her hips.
She began moving, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, her wetness running down the length, the heat making my cock throb with desire.
“Don’t cum yet. Not until I’m satisfied,” she ordered, her red eye flashing, her lips curving into a devious smirk. “And I will cum multiple times before you do.”
My heart raced, pounding against my ribs. The way her words came out, commanding, confident, dominant, and the way her pussy squeezed and slid along my cock made me want to cum right there.
“Okay,” I managed, a little dazed.
She licked the tip of my nose again, her ears perking, her tail wagging.
“Good human,” she purred, and her hips moved faster, her slick pussy riding me.
She moaned as her pussy slid down, taking me deep, her body trembling, and then she rose, her breath quickening, her hips rocking, and her lips parted, her tongue touching her fangs.
“Cumming,” she gasped, her crimson eye rolling back, her tail lashing, and her little breasts bouncing as she slammed herself down on me, and her pussy spasmed, her body quivering, and she cried out, her voice filling the mountainside, and her juices soaked me, gushing between us.
She shuddered, moaning, her head lolling, her claws digging into the elk hide, and her hips rocked, her pussy milking my cock, and her tongue flicked out, her lips parting.
“Your turn, human,” she said, and her eyes flashed.