Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, crouched behind a bush and looked out over the castle gardens. Night had fallen and he'd used the cover of darkness to slip out of the castle itself, but the gardens were crawling with guards too so it hadn't really helped. He was still stuck.
He sighed. No one could see him where he was but at the same time he wasn't any closer to making an escape. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way out.
There was only fifty feet between him and the wall at the edge of the garden. The ground in between was carpeted in beautiful flowers and shrubs but they were much too short for him to climb through or hide behind. He would easily be seen if he tried to make a break for it.
He sighed in annoyance.
"Aramil, why are you hiding in a bush?" a quiet voice suddenly said right beside him.
He jumped almost a foot in the air in panic. He frantically turned his head to the source of the sound only to find a tiny pink-haired woman with wings on her back sitting cross-legged on a thick branch within the bush. He could only see her because of the moonlight and his excellent elven eyesight.
"Symii, what are you doing here?" he said with relief when he realised that the voice didn't belong to a guard who had found him.
"I said I'd find you again, didn't I?" the fairy said with amusement in her voice. "But you haven't answered my question."
He sighed. "Because I'm not meant to be in these gardens, and now I can't get out without being seen. I'm trapped."
Symii giggled. "Well, maybe I can help. Close your eyes."
Aramil suddenly realised what she was implying. He wouldn't be spotted if he was only five inches tall! He nodded in agreement then closed his eyes.
That strange sensation came over him and he staggered a little, trying to get his balance. And then it was over and he opened his eyes. He gasped. Even though this had already happened once he did not think he would ever get used to it.
He felt absolutely tiny. Which of course he was. He was not much larger than five inches tall. The bush was a towering tree as big as any in the forests he'd called home and what had been a thick flowerbed in front of him now looked like impenetrable forest.
Symii fluttered down next to him, suddenly the right size for him. As always she looked beautiful with her slender body and huge tits and Aramil had to suppress the horniness that flooded through him at her presence. She was only slightly shorter than him now, appropriately in scale with him.
"So, shall we go?" she said with a grin.
Aramil nodded and the two of them set off. They picked their way through the bush, which seemed a maze of tangled roots and branches. He knew that they could stay hidden by travelling through the flowerbed.
However the distance that had been fifty feet now seemed like miles. Yet the moment they crossed the threshold into the undergrowth a familiar feeling came over Aramil. His eyes started to spot routes through the bushes that a normal person would not.
He could woodwalk!
"Symii, stick by my side," he said. "I'm going to woodwalk."
"Ooh, exciting," the sexy fairy said, taking his arm and pressing herself against him. Her huge tits squashed up against his arm and he bit back a groan of lust.
Then they set off. The bushes did not seem to pass any faster but Aramil knew they were travelling quickly. For his size, at least.
Seeing the world from this perspective put a whole new slant on things. The plants were huge and so were the insects and other wildlife that once seemed tiny. He felt like he had been transported into a different world.
But as they continued on through the forest of bushes and flowers Aramil's horniness grew. Being in the company of Symii wasn't helping matters. His balls ached with the desire to find release inside her sexy body. He couldn't help shooting lustful glances at her as they travelled through the undergrowth.
"Aramil, you need to focus on where we're going, not on me," she giggled, clearly noticing his glances. "Otherwise we'll never make it out of here."
"You're right. Sorry. It's just that you're so hot, Symii. I can't help it," he said.
She stopped and looked at him with a naughty smile. "Aramil, you'll get your chance to fuck me. Just not right now. But if it helps you concentrate, then maybe I can give you the next best thing..."
Suddenly she kissed him. He returned the kiss but just as quickly as it had started she broke it again, this time dropping to her knees. She unbuckled Aramil's belt and he looked down with lust as she hooked out his rapidly-hardening cock and sucked it between her lips.
He groaned at the feeling and gazed into her pink eyes as she started to eagerly suck his dick. She was very good at giving head and soon he was thrusting his hips in time with her efforts. His member was wet with her saliva and he could feel his balls tensing as she pleasured him with her lips, tongue and hands.
A few minutes later he realised he was close to coming. He voiced a warning and that only seemed to make Symii suck him harder. He grabbed a fistful of her pink hair and with a cry of pure pleasure he came.
His spunk erupted from his cock and sprayed into the fairy's mouth. She stroked his cock as his orgasm shivered through him, milking him of his jizz and collecting it on her tongue. When he was finally done she pulled her head from his dick with a naughty sparkle in her pink eyes. She met his gaze and then very deliberately swallowed down his seed.
Then she pushed herself to her feet, gave him a kiss on the cheek with a giggle and took his arm again. "Let's carry on, shall we?" she said.
Aramil nodded, still in a slight daze from receiving such an expert blowjob. But soon he was mind was focused back on the task at hand now that his lust had been sated temporarily.
After another twenty minutes they were staring up at the castle walls. They had covered a lot of ground in very little time and once again Aramil was thankful for his elven ability to woodwalk. Symii smiled and then took to her wings, trying to find a way through.
She returned a few minutes later. She had found a small drainage channel in the base of the wall, which fed the stream that ran through the flowerbed. They had passed close to the stream a few times already and it had seemed like a river but at least it was a fairly slow moving one.
Aramil followed her directions and then came across the channel. A small tunnel about a foot across was cut into the bottom of the wall with a metal grate at either end. He knew he could easily fit through the grate - it was just a matter of swimming.