“I’m so excited!” She chirped, her blonde hair bouncing and her tiny, naked frame rosy with excitement. “My parents used to tell me about the Fairydelphia Annual Pixie Ball! My Mama said it was the most cock she ever had inside of her at once!” Underneath her robe and mask, Tess grimaced hard and fought back the urge to retch.

“Your mother sounds exactly like what I’d expect, given your behavior.” She murmured, her voice accented by the jingling of glass vials and tubes that were attached to her oversized chemist’s backpack. The alchemist was the least enthused about the three of them heading deep into the woods for Cinnastix’ distraction, when when they realized they were close enough for the upcoming gala, the fairy had been persistent about demanding to go. It didn’t take the Battlebitch much convincing, once she realized that it could lead to dozens, if not hundreds of sexy men and women Cinnastix’ size swarming on her naked body.

Like a horde of horny, horny fire ants, she had described it. Judging by the visible erection she had at the time that poked through her loincloth, apparently that sort of thing worked for her.

“Oh, relax, Tess, our Moms all did weird shit to us.” The Battlebitch chimed in with a smile, turning her head back to glance at her friend. Her messy black locks hung around her powerful features, and she offered her a thumbs up as if to encourage her to agree. “My Mom used to make me fight bear cubs to make sure I was the strongest thing growing up in the forest. If I won, I got to fuck the girl ones.”

Tess blinked; the lights of her eyes under her hood closing and opening in stunned silence. She even stopped walking, simply staring ahead at the warrior in utter disbelief.

“I…” She began, one eye narrowing as she regarded her larger friend. “I’m actually not sure if you’re fucking with me or not. Are you fucking with me? Please tell me if you’re fucking with me.”

The Battlebitch’s expression grew completely serious for a moment, before suddenly a large smile erupted on her features. She roared with laughter as she backtracked to where her friend stood, and Cinnastix joined in the mirth with her own, flitting giggle. As the large woman clapped a hand against Tess’ shoulder she continued to chuckle, and despite herself, even Tess found her own hidden lips turning to smile as she gave a tiny, relieved laugh.

“Of course I’m joking, Tess.” The Battlebitch beamed, as Cinnastix landed atop her head, swarming down into her thick black locks. She made an addendum as she turned away, heading deeper into the woods again. “There was no reward for winning, she just let the male ones fuck me if I lost.”

“Whee, bearsex!” Cinnastix chimed in from the Battlebitch’s hair, robbing Tess of her rightful, disgusted reaction. While the fairy flopped around in the warrior’s hair the alchemist woman simply sighed, tucked her hands into her pockets once more, and continued to follow along behind. She desperately wanted one friend; just one, that was somewhere remotely normal. For a Felpin hiding amongst the more good aligned races that bar was an extremely low one to hurdle over, making it all the more frustrating that she had yet to make a friend up to the task.

The thoughts were pushed from her mind as Cinnastix continued to chitter while they walked through the forest, going on and on about the Fairydelphia Annual Pixie Ball. From what Tess could tell, it was little more than an excuse for every fairy within a thousand mile radius to get together for an enormous, buzzing orgy. It was such a meaningless excuse, in fact, that they didn’t even care that it had been incorrectly labelled as a Pixie affair by travellers years and years ago. That sort of willful ignorance to important details was just one of many reasons why the Felpin alchemist found them so horribly annoying. At least in the Enchanted Forest where they had first met Cinnastix there were other creatures of the fae present; grumpy mushroom gnomes and giant tree folk with barely any personality whatsoever. They helped even out the overwhelmingly bubbly and horny personality of the fairies, whom as best Tess could tell consumed sex to produce irritation.

They were a lot like the Battlebitch in that way.

The group continued with Tess lagging behind, and all the while Cinnastix went on and on about all the things she intended to have done to her. The Battlebitch was into it, and each time a new idea came to the fairy’s head the warrior was quick to offer her own perspective about how that particular sex act could be done inside of her mouth, or how they should be covered in lickable sweet jelly while they do it. Tess remained silent the entire time, trying instead to focus mentally on her work. Three parts Elfsprig and two parts Gruswort made a healing tincture, but then why did four parts Elfsprig and one part Bogwilt make five fairies lined up on the Battlebitch’s cock as she went skinny dipping, riding it like a log ride?

Tess pinched the bridge of her nose. It was hard to focus around the two.

Once they arrived in Fairydelphia it was just as horrible as Tess had imagined. The scent of fairy sex was overwhelming in the air; smelling much like regular sex, only the creatures had a tendency to sweat sucrose rather than sodium. It was half locker room, half apple pie. While they walked into the city proper clouds of fairies whirred around them, buzzing in gigantic swarms of naked limbs all connected and entwined, kept afloat by the buzzing of hundreds of wings. Figuring out how many were in a cloud was like guessing marbles in a jar, though to Tess, even two was a high enough number to make her want to wretch. There was no ceremony or fanfare as the heroes came into the town, a stark contrast to Battlebitch’s own founded city. No horny old mayor to greet them, and no stockade-held prisoners to fuck at one’s leisure. Just clouds of buzzing, tiny dicks and holes, rolling around the ground, splashing in the nearby pond, or most horrifically, flying through the air at top fucking speed.

“This...is...the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” The Battlebitch was already stripping out of her clothes, tossing her armor and loincloth aside. She had long since stopped holding onto modesty in front of Tess; the alchemist had already been forced to witness her fucking everything from an imprisoned girl at Plowhole to a jar of warm butter one drunken night at an inn. Watching her smear her butter and cum covered cock on toast briefly after and start to eat an early breakfast remained one of the top ten most nightmarish things in Tess’ mind.

Though that list had already been cycled out four times since joining the Battlebitch, so she was sure it wouldn’t stay for long.

“I’m so excited! I’m so excited! I don’t know which group to join, I…!” Cinnastix’s eye twitched, and the tiny, blonde fair shivered intensely. She was flying right over the Battlebitch’s head at the time, and Tess watched with a look of shock as she suddenly squirted into her hair. Spraying like a cat in heat, the fairy was not able to contain herself, and she went off like a shot into one of the warms, her tiny, naked frame disappearing in the masses. Before she vanished her voice called out, joyful and happy.

“Thank you so much for bringing me here I love you both so much and I’ll always be your super best friend see you in the morning I love you and want to cum all night bye!”

Tess blinked, and glanced over at the warrior as their fairy companion vanished.

“You, uh...you get any of that?” She asked, a brow arched. She didn’t suppose she was lucky enough for Cinnastix to have said goodbye to them forever, and expressed her desire to live in Fairydelphia from now on. When she glanced over at the Battlebitch; however, it was clear she wasn’t going to get the answer she wanted. Or any at all.

The warrior had finished stripping down, and her naked body was running toward the swarms. With amazing agility she leapt into the air and snatched one of the moving clouds; drawing them in tight together as if they were a densely packed ball. Once she landed she didn’t even hesitate; her cock thrusting into the ball of dozens of fairies as she howled in pleasure.

Tess just sighed, and looked for a place to set up camp.

Thankfully, Fairydelphia had a single structure for sheltering big people. On the outskirts of the swarming orgy there was a tiny shack, big enough for a small adventuring party, with the words “Big Peepole Ine” painted on the door with dried berry juice. Tess stood out front it for a moment, holding her alchemist bag on her back, and wondering if she truly wanted to go into a building built by individuals that couldn’t correctly spell inn. Finally she gave a small sigh, and glanced back at the clouds of fairies squirting and giggling. Anything was better than being caught in the locust swarms.

Once Tess made her way inside, she was grudgingly forced to admit that it wasn’t that bad. Three large tables; perfect for her alchemical work, a warm-looking bed, and even a small fireplace to heat up a meal. Most importantly, it had thousands of horny fairies outside to keep the two biggest hindrances to Tess’ work occupied. With Battlebitch and Cinnastix distracted, the Felpin was finally able to complete some of her work. Even with the sound of uncontrollable fairy sex mere feet from her doorstep, Tess had to smile as she gazed at the tiny, private room she’d be enjoying for the night.

Hours later she was still enchanted by the room, and had made use of the various wonderful things within. On the road one came to appreciate the simple nicety of having a table; especially when there was test tubes and beakers to set out and delicate instruments to work with. Tess had completely covered the three tables with her work; vials and tubes littered about with precise care, save for a spot on the very edge where her journal laid open with a quill nearby. She had even taken the chance to clean her clothes with a nearby washbasin; and now most of her attire was hanging a few feet away from the fire to dry. It left her nearly naked; her frame far more exposed than the Battlebitch or Cinnastix had ever seen her. Wearing only a boring white bra and simple pair of cotton panties, her de-facto “laundry clothes,” Tess was quite content to sit at the table while she worked, her short, bare legs hanging to the floor and her feet padded to the ground below.

The only human anywhere nearby was the Battlebitch, and since fairies didn’t seem to care about racial relations even remotely as much as they cared about fairy sex, the alchemist allowed herself the privilege of letting her Felpin flag fly. Her long, black cat tail occasionally flicked from side to side, poking out of a hole cut in the back of her panties. Similarly, her tiny, tufted cat ears would twitch from distant noises, sitting atop of a mop of rich purple hair cut to her shoulders. Physically, only the ears and tail distinguished her from a human; the other changes were subtle and not easy to spot. Increased fingernail density to the point of claws. An internal gyroscopic organ that assisted her in falling and tumbling. And of course, an enhanced lactation gland that was still dormant in the alchemist.

Thank god.

The Felpin’s figure was difficult to tell beneath her robes, but she was actually a fair bit smoother than one would expect from her unpleasant disposition. Round hips and a small belly, and thighs that were just slightly thicker than the norm. She was a woman with curves; thanks in part to a human-like diet mixed with a cat-like tendency to sleep for large portions of the day. Despite her extra curves she had a pleasing look, and contained within her boring bra was a pair of breasts that, frankly, she went out of her way to hide from the Battlebitch. They were large and full, remarkably round and intensely squeezable. Two delicious grapefruits, hidden in a tight white bra, and most of the time also tied back to understate their size.

Things were already awkward enough between her and Battlebitch without the warrior woman seeing Tess as a big, bouncing bimbo.

The only thing Tess hadn’t removed was her mask; the mummy-like wrappings of dark blue and purple that went circles around her face. If the fairies saw a Felpin, there was nothing to worry about. If the Battlebitch saw her breasts, all she’d really have to worry about was the woman trying to get titjobs from her while she slept. But if anyone saw her face? Tess shuddered at the thought, and adjusted the wrappings to make sure they were firmly planted on her. The wrappings went around her head and under the back of her hair, tied in several places so they couldn’t simply fall away. Gaps in the folds gave her enough space to look through, and her Felpin eye-structure gave her eyes a naturally bright and glossy look in the light. More often than not it looked like she was some sort of demon with glowing eyes, but sad to say, that was preferable in human lands than a rogue Felpin.

Tess pushed the thoughts from her mind while she worked, jotting down a few more notes in her journal. Things were going well with her studies; her brilliant mind turning a few hours of free time into a glorious advance in alchemical breakthroughs. Sadly, as soon as Tess heard the door opening, she gave a long, low groan, knowing it signified the end of her progress. Pretty soon she’d be trying to swat the Battlebitch away from grabbing her breasts, and her work would once again be set aside for her idiot travelling companion. As soon as the door opened Tess barked in reply, not even looking back as she spoke.

“Yes, I know, I’m barely dressed.” She grumbled while she worked. “If you could save the inevitable harassment until after I finish this formula, I would sincerely appreciate it.”

“Uh...hi.”

The voice that slipped into the room wasn’t the Battlebitch, and Tess’ head lifted up immediately, her glowing eyes blinking in shock. She quickly turned to see who just had entered, only to spot an elven girl standing in the doorway, her cheeks red and her eyes making a conscious effort to stare at the ground. She was a cute young thing; a bowl cut of red hair with two long ears sticking out the sides, and freckles by the metric fuckton. A scientific term, Tess decided. Large, round glasses gave the girl an owlish look, but most stunning of all to Tess was the girl’s bags.

Her supply bags. In quick order Tess’ eyes scanned the various satchels and sacks carried on the girl’s shoulders. Just like Tess, she had a tendency to overpack herself, and as a result she carried so many bags it looked like they cast a permanent shadow on her. Tess took a short inventory from what she could see; herbs, glass vials, books. Suddenly the Felpin realized she was staring, and shortly thereafter realized what she was sitting in. She gave a sudden yelp as she rushed to the hanging, wet clothes, nabbing them and covering herself up, her ears instinctively flattening against her head and trying, unsuccessfully, to hide in her locks of purple hair.

“I...I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else used this room!” She stammered, pressing her wet robe against her chest, soaking her bra and coating her stomach in drops of water. Her cheeks burned red underneath her mask, but the elven girl didn’t have the benefit of something over her face to hide her embarrassment. Her bowl cut shifted from side to side as she shook her head, stammering nervously as she moved to close the door behind her, leaving the two of them in privacy.

“I didn’t know anyone was in here!” She whined, her eyes shut tight as she tried not to look at the half-naked Felpin. “My adventuring party wanted to watch the Fairydelphia celebration, and I...I…”

The shack was filled with the thunderous sound of the elven girl sneezing. 

“I’m sorry, I-”

And again. And again. Her tiny frame jerked forward with each one, and she kept trying to desperately apologize and explain.

“I sneeze when I’m nervous, I-”

Tess cringed for a moment; watching the girl’s cheeks go red under her freckles and her eyes start to water. With a sigh she looked at her soaking wet robe, and watched the duress the girl was putting herself through. Finally she let the sopping wet garment drop to the ground, and her nearly bare figure worked its way over to the elf, her voice low and soft as she drew herself closer.

“Hey, hey...it’s okay.” She said in soothing fashion, and reached out to take ahold of the girl’s shoulder. She was a few inches shorter than tess; just enough to put the Felpin’s wet bra roughly at her eye level. Thanks to the robe her bra was soaked and her breasts more or less visible; the large orbs clear to see through the fabric and her large, round nipples clearly marked. Regardless, Tess tried to comfort the girl, her mind quickly spinning as she pointed to the girl’s bags. Distraction. Distraction was good. “I see you’re an alchemist, too? Maybe you’d like to tell me about your work?”

The words seemed to go a long way with the elf, and she looked up at Tess with a small sniffle. A tiny sneeze went through her as she steadied herself, but for a lingering moment their eyes met, and Tess’s shining, mysterious orbs met with the young woman’s startling blue eyes framed by large glasses. She gave a little nod, her bowl cut bobbing as she did so.

“Of course. Uh...but first, my name’s Letty.” She gave Tess a small bow of her head, which the Felpin assumed was an elvish greeting. “Actually it’s Lettica Shorla Teylo Nashara Kleth Dro Poln Fiore, but...Letty. Everyone calls me Letty.” The tiny elf smiled a little as she pulled away from Tess, and walked over to an open spot on the floor. Aside from her sacks and pouches she was dressed in cute attire; a pleated skirt that went to her knees and a pair of leather boots that went up to her thighs; making sure that none of her skin was visible except for when she bent over to put her pouches down. When she did, Tess found herself stealing a tiny glimpse of the girl’s briefly exposed thighs, and feeling instantly as lecherous as the Battlebitch for doing so.

“Ah...Letty.” She coughed quietly as she approached the girl, gesturing to her bags. “I see you’ve got a lot of Ancient Bog Trussle. Maybe we could arrange a tra-” She was cut off as Letty turned around, took one look at Tess, and instantly broke into a fit of giggling. Her delightful laugh filled the room much to Tess’ dismay, who couldn’t figure out what was so funny for the very life of her. In the end she started to feel self-conscious, her arms moving up to her wet bra to hide her breasts, finally learning how exposed they were.

Letty pointed as she continued to giggle, though not at Tess’ breasts.

“I guess I scared you, too!” She beamed, her freckled features turning into a delightful smile. She was pointing squarely behind Tess, where her long black tail was sticking out; her fur puffed out and her tail three times its usual thickness.

Tess blushed underneath her mask, and moved a hand behind her to smooth it back as she grumbled.

“It...It just takes a while to settle.” She murmured, bashfully.

Hours passed, and the two became fast friends. Tess let her shyness go about her body and she hung up her clothes once more, letting them dry as she continued to hang around the tiny shack in her bra and panties. She felt instantly comfortable around the young woman, thanks in part to the elf clearly uncaring that Tess was a Felpin. It didn’t surprise her too much; the elves were quicker to forgive than humans, and her people hadn’t been nearly so hard on them as they were the other races. Some wounds took a long time to bury, but what the Felpins had done to the elves could best be described as boo-boos. In a war crime philosophy, at least.

As soon as the conversation turned to science the two women threw themselves into it, pouring over each other’s notes on various remedies, maladies, and potions. Both of them had struggled with finding a cure for swearing scorpion venom, but both had reached the same conclusion of using jiggaroot tonic. They stood at Tess’ tables looking at her bubbling tonics, and the Felpin had made some room for her new friend to work, packing up her potions that could be done on the road in order to give Letty the space she needed. For nearly two hours they worked together to set everything up to bubble overnight, all while telling each other about their trip and their adventuring parties.

Letty herself travelled with a brother and sister pair that wanted to watch the Fairy orgy. Being similar to Tess in that sex took a backseat to science, Letty had excused herself when the siblings threw themselves fully into the sex-crazed pool of bug person sex. According to Letty, the last she saw of the boy in her travelling company he was being claimed from behind by an enormous woman he didn’t expect to drift out of the fairy cloud like some sort of shadow stepping demon.

Tess had to smirk at that; pleased that Battlebitch found someone at least vaguely her own size to play with.

They locked the door shortly into their friendship, determined to let nobody else interrupt their important science. But more important, to preserve the privacy of their friendship. The two women connected; Tess’ sour disposition made sunnier thanks to Letty’s naive sweetness, and Letty’s shyness drawn out by the presence of her new intellectual friend. The two laughed together over terrible jokes the Battlebitch wouldn’t of even understood, and might’ve killed Cinnastix from sheer boredom.

What does a spring-heeled minotaur graze on during the mating season? Golden yon root.

“Oh god it’s so funny!” Letty giggled wildly as she bumped into her new friend, wiping an eye as she struggled to breathe. “Because of that...that thing their septisary gland does!”

When the time came for them to set their potions to brew overnight, Tess realized with a small sadness that it was time to go to bed. In the morning they’d all be leaving Fairydelphia, and with it, her new friend that in just a few short hours had come to bring some much needed joy in her life. It wasn’t appropriate to ask Letty to leave with her troupe; nor would she ever want to subject an adorable, freckled elven girl to the Battlebitch, but she couldn’t help feeling like there was more to be said.

The two of them gazed at the bed when the time came, and Tess reached up a hand to scratch just behind one of her tufted cat ears.

“I...I can sleep on the floor.” She offered simply, and looked over to Letty. The elf’s ears similarly sunk, and she looked at Tess with a look of curious shyness, gazing at her through the frames of her glasses.

“Really?” She asked, disappointment lining in her voice. “I...I...was wondering if...no...no. That’s...okay.” She stammered quietly, and her eyes drifted to the ground, staring at it for a long moment. Tess just blinked her glowing eyes, and gazed at the young woman, watching her for a long moment.

She was sweet, and she was cute. And moreover, Tess had formed a connection with her. With one night between them before they potentially never saw each other again, Tess couldn’t find a reason not to act on something nagging at the back of her mind.

“Letty?” She finally asked, her tail flicking from side to side. She lowered her hand to take ahold of the elf’s, their fingers interlocking as the elf looked up to study the masked visage of her new friend. Tess tugged her hand gently, saying nothing more, but walking closer towards the bed with her. On the way over she blew out the last candle, but the lights of Fairydelphia still gave the room a faint glow, and some of their brewing potions worked as tiny nightlights. By the time Tess pulled Letty into bed with her, their bodies were silhouetted by light, and anyone peering in the window could see Tess hold open the blanket, waiting for the elf to crawl inside.

Tess said nothing; never being particularly good with words in moments like that. The Battlebitch was infuriatingly confident and saw everyone as a potential conquest, and it bothered Tess immensely that she couldn’t muster the woman’s infuriating strength. After so many months of travelling with her, and she couldn’t fiercely bed one elven maid with a bowl cut? Scandalous.

Though it wasn’t entirely her style, and neither would she have enjoyed a swift conquest. When they drifted under the covers together and Letty suddenly leaned in, drawing her arms around Tess’ body and squeezing her in a tight, friendly embrace, it felt better to the Felpin than any visceral desire. Her mask lowered to breathe in deep of the girl’s bowl cut, and she was treated to the scent of lilac and mint, a complicated bouquet clearly of elven design. It resonated down Tess’ body with a content shudder, and she moved to hug the girl back, drawing her fingers up and down her body, and slowly beginning to work at her clothes.

Tess was already nearly naked, and she worked slowly to draw her new friend into a similar state. Underneath the covers she unlaced Letty’s boots, sliding each one off before letting her warm, friendly hands cascade down the girl’s calves, and even cup briefly underneath the arch of her tiny feet. Letty giggled sweetly as her boots were discarded, and when Tess moved for the frame of her dress she gave a sudden sneeze; holding her hands before her face with a cute expression behind her glasses.

“Sorry.” She whispered, her tone low and tender. “I’m...I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be.” Tess whispered softly in response, and began to draw the young woman’s skirt away. Underneath the covers she stripped Letty down to her panties and shirt; and the shirt was soon to go, lifted up and over the cute elven girl’s body while she closed her eyes and made an adorable face while it pulled her glasses eschew. Soon she was down to her glasses, bra, and panties...and freckles. Hundreds and hundreds of freckles. Tess blinked as she took them all in. Cheeks. Shoulders. Chest. Stomach. 

That was the night Tess learned freckles got her crazy hot. Cat in heat hot.

She was just about to pounce the girl when Letty brought her hands up, and with warmth and kindness in her intent, moved to the layered mask that Tess wore. She was about to draw it away in a sweet gesture of undressing her lover, but when she did Tess’ hands moved up, grabbing her wrists and shaking her head.

“No.” Came the urgent whisper, Tess’ voice filled with regret and shame. “I can’t, Letty. Not that.”

“Please?” Letty’s tender voice asked in sweet request; her head tilting to the side as she smoothed her hand down Tess’ covered cheek. “I can’t kiss you with this on…”

That was a fair point, and Tess scowled underneath her mask as she realized it. With a sigh, she chewed idly on her bottom lip, pondering just how to proceed. Did she reveal herself, her greatest, most horrible secret? Letty was sweet, but she had still just met her that night, and not even the Battlebitch had seen under her mask. In fact, she seemed to distinctively remember wise words the Battlebitch had spoken to her in just such a scenario.

“Tess,” She sounded serious when she spoke it. “If you let anyone see under your mask before me, I’m making you do ass to mouth. And the ass isn’t yours.”

Tess cringed a little, and shook her head briefly as she pushed back against Letty’s shoulders. With a sigh she moved a hand up, and drew part of her mask away; not enough to reveal anything, but enough to take a long, narrow slip of fabric. A quick clip with one of her claws rendered it free of the rest, and moved a hand down to pull away Letty’s glasses before drawing the makeshift blindfold down to her eyes.

“I promised someone important they’d get to see first, when I’m ready.” She secretly planned to never be ready. Regardless, the blindfold worked slowly over Letty’s eyes, masking the young woman’s gaze for the moment. “But I can’t let tonight go without kissing you.”

“A fair compromise.” The freckled elf smiled, and she laid back in wait. Bit by bit Tess’ mask was pulled away, and still Letty waited. When her kiss finally came it was given warning by the brush of thin whiskers against her cheek, and then finally, gloriously, the press of Tess’s sweet, warm lips against her own.

The elf relished in it; moaning gently into the tiny kiss as her lips parted, eager to accept more of her new friend. The blindfold was more than worth the pleasure of Tess’ kiss; and the elf’s heart leapt up into her throat as their mouths began to lightly toy with each other’s. Their tongues danced; offering a different pleasure for each. The naturally rough, textured feel of the Felpin tongue scraping longingly over Letty’s, while the elf’s own tongue was lightning fast and particularly moist to Tess. Regardless, they relished in it. Tess’s tongue was long and flat as true to her kind, and she was able to coil it around Letty’s while they kissed in sweet, longing affection. Their nearly bare bodies drew together as the two women pressed in close, and elven fingers found their way into Tess’ rich purple hair, teasing her locks and moving to gently rub against the edge of her ears.

After the Battlebitch had found out about her true race, she had asked to skritch her ears, to which Tess had made a threat regarding poisoning her cock and turning it into a living toad. Oddly, she didn’t mind it when Letty’s fingernails found the edge of her ears, and scratched against her in affectionate delight. The kisses continued for a long, sweet moment, until a noise started to slip into the room that nagged at the back of Tess’ mind.

Ghurr. Ghurr. Ghurr.

Their kiss parted as Tess lifted her head, licking her lips as she looked around. The noise continued despite her distraction, and she scowled, her eyes finally falling on Letty’s pretty, freckled features.

“What’s that?” She whispered quietly. The noise continued even as Letty moved her hands up, smoothing them over Tess’ arms and up to her throat. “The hell is that noise?”

“You’re…” Letty giggled softly, and her fingers slid down Tess’s throat, down against her chest. “You’re purring.”

Tess blinked, and looked down at the blindfolded girl with an expression of disbelief that thankfully couldn’t be seen.

“I haven’t purred in…” She scowled a little bit, her mind racing back to unsuccessfully recall a time. The noise continued, even richer now that Tess knew what it was. It was driven purely by instinct; something she could neither control, or even notice that she was consciously doing it. With the girl’s hands to her throat and chest she could pick up the vibrations, but beyond that it was difficult to detect. “...a long time.”

The blush that came to Letty’s cheeks made Tess simply melt. If she had done no kindness at all that week, the look on Letty’s blindfolded face made Tess feel like she wielded a beacon of happiness. It clearly meant the world to her, and the enamored elven girl suddenly drifted forward, whispering urgently as her cheeks were red and her emotions flaring.

“More kissing please thank you!” She whispered, and their lips crashed together again.

Kisses turned to more intimate affairs fairly quickly, and their undergarments were stripped away one by one. Bras and panties were tossed outside, and the two girls allowed their open flesh to explore each other, Tess’ hands moving against the elven girl’s tiny but adorable breasts, and Letty letting her hand comb over the length of Tess’ warm tail. Every now and again as they laid together it flicked against her flesh, sending her into sweet giggles and joyful laughter as the two slowly made love. Slow was the operative word. The patience of Tess combined with the inexperience of Letty to bring the two together in tender and paced fashion, with the Felpin taking her sweet time in showing the young girl all the ways in which a brilliant alchemist shared a bed with an equally brilliant one.

They started with Tess pinning her young elven lover to the mattress, holding her wrists flat above her head as she mounted atop her with a smooth motion. It brought her own sex to rest against the elf’s thigh, while her own knee gently nestled to the girl’s slender, shaven slit. The curvy Felpin beamed as she broke their kiss, and as she continued to firmly hold the girl’s wrists flat, she began to rock back and forth, each motion dragging their sex against the other, and each action making the bed lightly creak from their motions.

Letty was a lovely flower in bed; her cheeks burning bright underneath her freckles and her voice like a sweet song a she was pleasured. Even with the Felpin kissing and nibbling at her throat Letty continued to muse in joyful delight; her moans and gasps a beautiful dance over the Felpin’s sensitive ears. Their naked bodies continued to brush against each other in heightened passions, sweaty, naked frames rolling to each other more and more as the moments went by. When their peak finally came they met it together, and to draw her new lover deeper into the moment Tess kissed Letty warmly as it happened. Their tongues danced and swirled while they came, their bodies tensing and relaxing in milked waves of pleasure. By the end the two were left sweaty and happy, but nowhere near done.

“More, please…” Letty begged, her eyes still restrained by the blindfold, but not at all caring. Her body was alive with pleasure like it had never been before, and her tiny, warm figure only wanted more. More than Tess was eager to give.

“Anything my chal-tolna wants.” She whispered; hoping that she remembered the elvish phrase for “dearest sweetness.” Judging by the moan that left Letty’s lips, she did.

The night went on, and the grouchy, grumpy Tess that the Battlebitch had travelled with for months was finally given what she had desperately needed all along; a good night of remarkable elven girlsex. She had licked at Letty’s folds while the girl was perched on her hands and knees, and when Letty reciprocated she mounted her face like she was riding a horse. They flowed from one orgasm to the next and drifted in between positions and pleasures as fluidly as a stream that changed its branch. From desperate kissing to intense scissoring, and back in an instant to Tess spooning Letty from behind, slowly fingering her while she kissed warmly at the side of her throat.

The smell of sex was rich in the room, so dense and thick that it might have been noticeable had it not been for the fairy orgy going on just outside the shack’s four walls. The two women through themselves into each other with passion and desire; and for every time Letty stroked Tess’ tail or curled her fingers against the Felpin’s ears, Tess resolved once more to kiss every last freckle on Letty’s beautiful body. She was making good progress; and by three in the morning she had worked herself down to the ones on the back of Letty’s calves, cupping her leg as she let her lips tease the back of the girl’s knee cap, smiling as Letty bounced up and down, giggling and calling out how much it tickled.

Eventually, sleep started to overtake them, and after another long, desperate, sweet kiss, Tess went about the difficult process of rewrapping her face. Thread by thread she covered herself back up once more, and when she was finished she took off Letty’s blindfold, letting the elf see the outline of her lover once more. Their naked bodies drew close in a tight embrace, and Letty’s face moved to bury itself against Tess’ throat, breathing her in deep and whispering to her in a sweet, adoring fashion.

“Thank you so much for tonight.” She murmured, and tightened her grip on the Felin’s warm body. Underneath the covers their legs intertwined, and Tess rested on her back, keeping the freckled elf’s head just against her shoulder. More sweet whispers came from Letty as she held her, each one making Tess’ heart beat faster, and her emotions rise with warmth and joy. “I’ve been so lonely with the others. They sleep with everything and I’m always hanging out on the outside. And it’s not that I don’t want to do stuff like this, it’s just that I want it-”

“To mean something.” Tess finished the girl’s words for her, her tone genuine and soft. Letty just nodded a little, and Tess tightened her grip around the girl in response. “I know that all too well, my chal-tolna.”

Letty sighed once more at the sound of the pet name, and she leaned in to kiss the side of Tess’ throat. As Letty drifted to sleep, the sound had returned, and she dozed off to the rhythmic sound of Tess’ steady, soft purr. The Felpin stayed up for a while longer, holding the girl close and pondering a great many things. It had been the best night she enjoyed in some time, but it’d be following the most heartbreaking morning in the same.

“Good morning, horny girls!” Tess was woken up by the infuriatingly familiar sound of the Battlebitch’s voice. When her eyes opened underneath her mask she stared straight up, looking at the mane of the warrior woman’s black hair as it dangled above her, framing a strong face with a huge smile. And...large, owlish glasses perched on a thick, stubborn nose. The Battlebitch beamed as she held up a finger, tapping Tess’ nose as she spoke. “Think these make me look smarter? Maybe next time I can answer the Sphinx’ riddle instead of, you know, letting it do that thing it did to my ass.”

Tess scowled as she glanced over to the door; spotting the broken lock and sighing heavily. The warm bundle in her arms was starting to stir awake, and before she did Tess moved her hand up to yank the elf’s glasses from the Battlebitch’s face, and place them back on the nearby nightstand.

“C’mon, Tess, I’m glad you got some elf tang, but…shit, are all of those freckles?” She reached down a hand to lift up the blanket, but it was immediately swatted away by Tess’ clawed fingers. She could tell that Letty was already awake but had withdrawn into her shyness; burying her face against Tess’ throat and counting on her to protect her from the massive woman looming over their bed. The Battlebitch, as oblivious as ever, just grinned at her friend and gave her a big thumbs up. “She’s cute, Tess! And I’m glad you got some action!”

“Hmph.” Tess grumbled, and protectively drew her arms around the elf girl’s body. Their frames were still naked under the covers, and Tess’ tail was poofed out from the surprise of being woken up. Underneath the cover Letty was trying to help, smoothing her fingers across Tess’ tail, trying to ease her down. “This wasn’t like you grabbing a...ball of fairies and fucking it like a cantaloupe.” Tess grumbled, and drew her fingers down the elf’s slender, freckled back. Letty just curled into her more, trying to disappear into the Felpin’s embrace. “This was far more personal and intimate!”

The Battlebitch tilted her head, looked at Tess, and blurted out in a simple, short voice.

“Well, duh.” She shrugged, and her hand lowered to gently tousle Tess’ purple hair. She gave the Felpin a surprising smile as she stood up, and gave a long, yawning stretch before speaking again. “If it’s a question of who had better sex last night, it’s definitely you two. I have somethin’ in the works that’ll let you keep at it another day.”

“Beebee! Beebee!” Cinnastix came flying into the room like a shot, spinning around Battlebitch as she chirped in eager excitement. “Those twins changed their mind, they wanna suck you off at the same time in return for your gold after all!”

“Fucking sweet!” The Battlebitch cheered, and she started to rush towards the exit, but not before pausing at the door. She pointed back to the two women in the bed, and gave them a huge, proud smile. “Keep scissorin’, girls! I’ll make sure your friend’s group ain’t goin’ anywhere tonight on sore legs!”

After she rushed out the door, slamming it in the process, the two women were left alone in bed again. Finally Letty pulled herself from Tess’ neck, and studied the Felpin’s stunned, although masked expression.

“...purring tiger?” She asked for Tess’ attention, and brought a hand up to smooth against the other woman’s mask. Tess remained stunned for a second longer, before looking down to the beautiful, bowl cut elf in her arms. More time with a woman that clearly meant something to her; a gift from the Battlebitch to her. The Battlebitch was notorious for wanting to keep moving and travelling; she so very rarely wanted to stay in one place. The fact that she was willing to linger, and even give up her gold to do so...it stunned Tess down to her core.

“I...think she bought us another night.” She murmured, in stunned shock. “And another day. She’s…” She laughed suddenly, her head shaking from side to side while the elf’s naked body squeezed closer against her own. “Un-fucking-believeable. Maybe she gets it after all.”

Tess started to purr once again.