Pixei

 

The tavern’s lantern light flickered across the scarred wooden tables, casting golden glows over half-empty tankards and the haze of pipe smoke. At the far corner, beside a table littered with empty glasses and bottles stood Pixei—a pixie of a woman, 18, commanding the attention of every patron in the room.

She was gloriously, impossibly intoxicated.

Her long blonde hair spilled in wild tangles over delicate shoulders, catching the light like spun gold. The thin pink shirt she wore—little more than a scrap of fabric—clung to her skin, damp with spilled liquor and sweat. Unbuttoned, It did nothing to hide the heavy sway of her enormous breasts, round and impossibly full for her tiny frame, nipples stiff and dark pink. Every breathless laugh made them bounce, drawing low groans from the men trying (and failing) not to stare.

Pixei swayed atop her heeled boots, blue doe eyes glassy and unfocused, cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink. In one hand she held a flute of honey-colored liquor, that shed soon bring  to her doll like lips. A drop escaped, sliding down her chin, over her throat, and disappearing between the deep valley of her cleavage.

“’Nother!” she slurred, voice high and musical even through the drunken thickness. She slammed the empty cup down, missed, and nearly toppled sideways. A human bard caught her with one large hand around her waist—his hands nearly circling it completely—and she giggled, pressing her body against his palm.

“You’re gonna fall, little one,” he murmured, voice rough.

Pixei grinned up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief and liquor. “Then catch me.”

She wriggled free, wings fluttering uselessly—she was far too drunk to fly—and hopped onto the table. Her blue skirt, already scandalously short, rode up as she moved, revealing smooth thighs and the bare, glistening seam between them. No panties. Of course not. Pixei didn’t believe in them, especially not when she was drinking.

The tavern went quieter. She swayed her hips to some music only she could hear, hands sliding up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing until a soft moan escaped her lips. Her head fell back, hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, and she laughed—a bright, filthy sound.

“Who wants,” she hiccupped, “to taste pixie honey?”

A growl rippled through the room.

She dropped to her knees on the table, crawling forward until she reached the bard who’d caught her. Her tiny hands fumbled with his belt, and he didn’t stop her. When she finally freed him, hard and thick and far too big for her, she didn’t hesitate. She licked a sloppy stripe up his length, humming at the taste, then took him into her mouth with a greedy moan.

Her shirt had slipped off one shoulder entirely now, both breasts fully exposed, bouncing with every eager bob of her head. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, ass in the air, wings trembling as she worked him with drunken enthusiasm. Someone behind her groaned her name.

Pixei pulled off with a wet pop, lips swollen and shiny, and grinned over her shoulder.

“Don’t be shy,” she purred, voice thick with lust and liquor. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

Hands—human, elf, even a grinning satyr—reached for her. Someone lifted her like she weighed nothing, settling her on the edge of the table. Her legs spread wide, skirt flipped up, and she gasped as a thick finger slid through her slick folds. Another mouth found her breast, sucking hard on her nipple until she cried out, back arching.

She was drunk on more than just liquor now.

They took turns. One after one, mouths and hands and cocks worshiping her tiny, perfect body. She came again and again, voice breaking into high, keening moans, wings fluttering helplessly, hair sticking to her sweat-damp skin.

When it was over, she lay sprawled across the table, flushed and trembling, covered in spilled liquor and other things, smiling like she’d won a war.

“’Nother round,” she mumbled, reaching blindly for a tankard.

Someone pressed it into her hand.

Pixie always got what she wanted.

This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy. It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use, or unprotected sex - all of which can be harmful in real life. All images are of 18 year old plus to the best of authors knowledge.