Kayla had tied me to a tree.
She had looped cordage of some kind of dark rope that I had never seen before loosely around my wrists and pulled me over to a large maple tree, maybe 3 feet wide, with furrowed silver bark that glowed softly in the moonlight. She reached far overhead, her pendulous bosoms pressed together tightly in between the frame of her slim but muscular biceps, and wrapped the cordage around the circumference of the tree. She pushed me roughly back toward the tree, so that my back scratched along the bark, and swiftly walked around and yanked the cord tight, so that my hands were bound together up over my head on the tree. My feet rested lightly on grass and dirt, and I saw large roots radiating outward from where I stood, like thin sharks in the water.
The Cock was flaccid and spent. Two, or was it three, mighty eruptions had drained it dry that night already, and my entire body was loose, free, like I had gone through multiple rounds in a boxing fight and finally won a TKO. My own dried ejaculate caked my thighs and belly, and I could feel the sticky tightness of my skin where it had dried.
Then, Kayla the fairy appeared before me, walking lithely like a jaguar in the jungle, her tawny tattooed flanks rippling with the quiet precision and effort of her steps. I gulped, and felt a twitch in The Cock once again as I watched her hourglass figure move through the darkness with stealth and grace.
She cocked a tousled head at me and reached out to place a soft but strong hand on my taut belly.
(You are mine.)
I could understand her, even though her lips didn't move, when she touched my flesh. The fairy communicated mostly telepathically, I wondered, so maybe I could too?
(I am yours. But for how long?) Her lips curved upwards and I realized it had worked! We were talking without words, beaming our thoughts into eachother's head without having to use the cumbersome evolutionary technology of our tongues and mouth chambers!
(For however long I want you to be mine. Time does not work in the same way as it does in your world. In my world, the world of the Fey, a minute can be a lifetime, and a lifetime can be a minute.)
I swallowed again, hard.