One might have mistaken us for mother and daughter, though fairies didn’t typically have parents. Similarly green hair, that easy, graceful way she held herself, even the way she scanned the room, brazenly staring into the eyes of others. Doubtless she was savoring this opportunity granted by my company – what an opportunistic little thing!

I approached a table against a wall without regarding any of the other patrons and produced a vibrant red picnic blanket from my little leather satchel. I unfolded it and billowed it out, snuffing out the already hushed conversation in the pub.

After the cloth had fully unfurled, I let the fabric slowly flutter its way onto the table. We two took our seats opposite one another and in less than the space of two breaths the pink-haired server of the establishment came, Miyoi. She held a notebook and pencil, and wore work-worn yet clean clothes. The light from the lanterns put her face in shadow as she faced us – though that did nothing to hide her nervousness.

She met my eye out of the corner of her own. I held my head cupped in my hands, elbows resting on the table. I leaned over to get a better look at her – A little chubby, yes, but would you look at those breasts! If I leaned over I was in the shadow of them…

She cleared her throat, took in air to speak, and said “Would you like me to take your order, Ms. Yuuka?”

“Oh, you want to take our order.” I pulled myself from the shadow of her breasts. “I’m very sorry, Mi-Mi, you just look so gorgeous tonight. I was enthralled.” I turned to my escort, who was watching me with a deliciously smug look on her face. “Little Dai – forgive the oxymoron – will be making the order.”
“Of course.”
Dai’s eyes did not hasten to meet Miyoi’s. “Ah. Hmmmm… Tsk tsk tsk…”

She’d done this all night. Acted all thoughtful before simply buying the most expensive thing available… Was she testing my patience? My finances? I wanted to choke her whenever she did that.

“Two rounds of mixed meat skewers” She flicked her gaze to me, the picture of modesty. “Is that alright with you, Miss Yuuka?”

“Of course, dear.” I was almost shocked. I wanted to laugh, or perhaps pass a witty remark, but I held my tongue and settled to return the fairy’s smile.

Miyoi seemed taken back; she had her pencil and notepad clutched to her chest, and she gave a huge sigh – I think the poor thing was holding her breath, probably expecting some lavish and very specific order. You and me both. She scratched the order down on her pad. “Is that all?”

“And a pitcher of sugar water to share.” Daiyousei said.

“That’ll be 30 mon, thank you.”

I reached into my skirt pocket and produced a sizable rope of coins. “Theres extra on there too. Just for you, my yo-mo-gi~”

She looked at it like the thing might snap and bite her. Hey, that’s a good idea… “Ah – are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Miyoi took a deep breath to regain her composure, then bowed. “Thank you very much, Ms. Yuuka!” and with that she ran off into the kitchen.

With that done, I turned to the little fairy opposite me. She knew her charms and how to apply them – she leaned forward, those slight lips curved into an innocent smile that broke frequently into long, breathy sighs; I was almost tempted to pinch her tongue. Her brows were raised, her eyelids drooped, her green lashes fluttered swiftly like a lady’s fan in the summer sun. She’d given me that look all night, leading me around and pointing at whatever she wanted. I think she was under the impression that if she got it, she’d won, and if I refused her, she’d have annoyed me, so she’d win in that case, too. I suppose for the weak, such gambits are the only way of coping with their existences.

The conversation in Geidontei had been snuffed out by our arrival, but now tentatively resumed in more hushed tones. There were only a few other patrons – youkai, but none of any note.

I returned her gaze. She did not cringe, but her cheeks and lips flushed barely. I could feel her tapping and nudging my shoes and shins with her own as I studied her. I bore her tip-tapping without comment – it would be more cathartic to bring up teases like this when I had her pinned down.

Miyoi brought out a pitcher of water and cups, and poured for us. The fairy’s teasing ceased when she picked up her cup and took slow swallows of the water, baring her throat so I could clearly see its contractions.

The fairy finished the whole cup in one go, then took in a breath to speak. “So what do you have planned for our night?”

“I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise. That’s the best part.”

“Surpises, hmm? Ah. You want to play games~” As she spoke, she hopped forward on her chair.

I leaned in. She did too. “Lots and lots of games. Its only fair, right? I buy you nice things and we play games.”

Daiyousei seemed to tap her shoes a few times on the floorboards. “One of my favourite games to play are surprise games. Me and Cirno love surprising people.”

I felt bare skin against both my ankles. “I always surprise people whenever I go anywhere.” I said. The sensation crept up my legs. “I must just have a natural talent for it.”

“That’s cheating.” The fairies voice remained conversational as she crept over my thighs now. “You’re so powerful that people are just scared when you show up. There’s no thought to that.” She leaned in as she crept along the final distance of my inner thigh, “So what are you? Some kind of big, dumb brute?” and she brushed her feet against my first surprise.

“Boo.” I lurched forward quickly; Daiyousei reflexively tried to push me away with her foot, only managing to push my cock back and sandwich it between her foot and my hiked up skirt. “I told you so.” I began to grind on Daiyousei’s soft sole, slightly slick with sweat. She’d frozen, and it was plain from the shock on her face that she thought there wouldn’t be any cocks involved- honestly quite naive, even for a fairy. The way her cheeks flushed and the color drained from the rest of her face was sublime, and the way her mouth hung open invitingly, and those eyes. Like fruits of sweetest despair.

The server was suddenly over us, holding two trays of meat skewers in either hand. She caught both of our eyes for only a brief moment and then, likely sensing she was interrupting something, placed a tray under each of us and left briskly.

I leaned back and Dai did too. Both of us gave the skewers only a cursory glance.

She’d regained her footing, in terms of her composure and also literally on my penis. I was already extremely hard, and the fairy had to use both feet to pull my shaft down. “So how’d you hide this?”

I picked up a skewer. “What do you mean?”

The fairy grasped the tip with one foot and slowly slid the other down the length of the shaft. “I mean this log in your pants.” Her voice did not quieten. She began to grind the penis’ tip, held firm between her toes and the ball of her foot. I bit a chunk of meat off my skewer. “Your cock.” Daiyousei’s foot was still moving down the shaft.

I chewed and glanced around the pub. Some had left. Those remaining did not seem to pay us any attention. “You’ll have plenty of time to get to know my cock later on, little Dai. I’ll acquaint you very well with it, and at this rate very soon.” Her breath caught as her foot finally reached my base. “But, ah, we are in a public space. And not just that, there are so many interesting things I’d like to talk with you about. Heaven knows you won’t be able to make coherent sentences while I’m- Well, now I’m getting carried away too.”

“Is that so?” Daiyousei let the tip slip into the ball of her foot, and then began to move it over the top of the shaft’s length while bringing her other back, caressing the bottom. “You say that but I’ve made your thing so excited already with just my feet.” The fairy then picked up a skewer herself and licked the length of it, circling and lapping at the thing, the sound of it and her hard breathing carrying easily in the tense air.

“I think I can beat you easy, like Cirno did.” Then in one moment she threw back her head and brought both her feet to grasp at my tip. Her tongue lolled out with a heavy sigh as she brought the skewer up towards her waiting mouth, quickly stroking my tip all the while. She lowered the skewer down slowly, the generous portion sliding past the fairy’s soft, pink lips. I’d finished my skewer and now savored the contrast between the little nymph’s determined expression and her ridiculous sword-swallowing act. If she was trying to show how easily she could take my cock in her throat, she wasn’t going anywhere near fast enough for me.

The fairy now only teased the tip with one foot, using the other to stroke the whole shaft as she took the skewer to the bare handle when I came. There was much wet noise as great shots of cum crashed and coated the fairy’s foot holding onto and partially stoppering the tip, I having to grit my teeth into a grin to avoid the urge to buck my hips and moan, while the fairy strained to keep the thing in place with both feet as it rared and bucked like a spooked horse with every outpour. Even from this angle I could see the eyes and the corners of the fairy’s lips light up.

I managed to steady myself enough to pick up another skewer eat it even as I pulsed and spasmed in the fairy’s grip. Daiyousei pulled the now bare skewer from her throat and used the remaining stick to point at me. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“Ah, thank you dear. Could you pass me a cloth?”

“Sure.” The fairy rustled under the tablecloth, and hooked up one of her socks she’d and handed it over, a grin spilling over on her face all the while. The fairy began to vigorously jerk me off, her cum-lubricated feet’s stroking even faster and more pleasurable now.

I took the sock and without hesitation smelt it – sweet citrus, slightly zesty sweat, a furtive whiff of limestone or some other strange mineral and above it all the sour scent of sweat and her body which sent jolts of ecstasy through my brain, registering more on an instinctual level than anything olfactory – Stuffy, but like a human, stuffy like a meadow on a hot and windless day in summer where the scent of nectar hangs. I huffed the thing more as I tensed and came again, now picking up surprisingly fresh grassy notes as I sprayed the fairy’s bare legs with hot, sticky semen. I pressed the thing into my mouth, to muffle myself and also to taste it – salty and sweet, the taste of her, like her smell, dulled my higher-functioning faculties and emboldened the underlying urge, like I was just one-hundred again and I’d caught a lone maiden in the woods and…

I ran my tongue over it one last time and handed it back. Daiyousei’s feet rested at the tip again. “Quite impatient, aren’t we?”

“Don’t you like this?” Dai let the tip slip over the balls and arch of both her feet, such that her heels pressed down on the tip.

“Ah, you’re right. I suppose I’m the impatient one here.” I picked up another skewer. “I like the atmosphere here. Perhaps another round after this?”

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