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~~~ Chapter 3 - Fae'd Out ~~~
The four of us - three human-sized people - and one 9-inch tall fisherman - made our way back across the rugged terrain of Skye's central landscape. It was a rugged place - but beautiful - even without the chance to ogle the two beauties that I was traveling with.
Two hours after we left the hidden brownie cave, we stopped back at the spot where Rowanne had first tasted my carelessly-discarded splooge - and had visited my tent in the middle of the night to give me a lusty kiss that my sleepy brain had convinced myself was a dream.
I fixed two meal pouches. The first was chicken coconut curry. The second was chicken and mashed potatoes. If the newest members of our group didn't like the curry (honestly, I wasn't too sure about that choice myself), we'd eat the second one instead.
I boiled two pans of water, got the pouches to "cooking", and started packing up the stove. Struan, the brownie outdoorsman, was fascinated with my cooking equipment. He asked questions about each piece and I explained what I knew.
Up to that point, I'd almost worried that he was mute - but the chance to see another hiker's gear freed his tongue and now he almost wouldn't stop asking questions. He was adorable and I immediately liked the little fellow - and not just for (apparently) inflicting me with enough brownie saliva that I could see the little people more clearly and communicate with them.
We ended up liking the curry more than I'd expected. The potatoes and chicken was a good comfort-food choice, though, and finished filling our tummies so that we could complete our trek back to the hostel that served as our base-camp.
By dinnertime, we were back at the spot where I had met Struan. He blushed a little when I glanced at him and gave him a smile. He'd spent the last four hours, telling me every detail he knew about the places we were traveling, the critters that we saw, and about the spirits that their people held in high esteem (almost a form of worship - but kind of different).
I asked Struan if their leader was mad at me, specifically, or if he just didn't like humans. He told me that the head elder's name was Aikendrum and that he generally just did everything possible to avoid discovery by humans. Struan almost believe that the man just wasn't quite sure what to do with me. He admitted that he was surprised that the leader had even agreed to meet with Leotie while I was present. I had begun to doubt that the wish I'd made had borne any fruit at all - but maybe I was wrong.
The little fisherman was still a little embarrassed about basically being banished for his part in me discovering their little troop. I promised him that - when we got home - I'd take him fishing. That seemed to perk him up and distract him from his woes.
I asked the group if we wanted to hike two more hours to the hotel - or camp one last night "under the stars". They picked sleeping outdoors.
We ate two more meal pouches and then got the tent set up. Struan was (once more) enamored with every piece of my camping gear. He was so intent on studying each item that it took me twice as long to get everything set up. His absolute giddiness, however, made me chuckle - so I wasn't about to complain. He was almost as absorbed in this stuff as Akikta was with gardening. I was really hoping that the two of them would hit it off.
Once the tent was up, the girls got frisky. Struan announced that he was heading back down to the stream to see if he could land a fish. I knew it was just an excuse to let the three of us have sexy time. I shot him a wink and a nod of thanks.
Leotie pulled Rowanne close and whispered in her ear. The pair began giggling and it was all I could do not to giggle with them. Leotie told me to get undressed and lie on my back in our bed.
I worked at getting my clothes off and turned back to discover that the two beauties had shrunk down to doll-size once more.
Leotie ordered me, again, to lie on my back. Her eyes were filled with lust and my balls were already churning - thinking about these two little cuties - and what they might have planned. I propped my head against my backpack and lay on the sleeping bag.
Leotie and Rowanne climbed onto my groin and began a mesmerizing sexy dance - using my standing cock as a stripper's pole, a climbing tree, and an oversized sex-aid.
I groaned as the two wicked beauties tormented my cock-knob, balls, and shaft with every part of their little anatomies.
Rowanne boosted Leotie up so that she could rub her titties and her tongue on the head of my prick. She looked back, over her shoulder, at me as she held up her twin succubus, and wiggled her hot little ass at me, giggling with wicked desire. I reached up and rubbed a finger over her little butt - but she laughed and pushed my finger away - waggling her own finger at me and telling me not to touch.
The two traded places. Rowanne climbed onto the head of my prick, looked at me, nibbled her lip, and used her ass, vulva, and legs, to grind her little body all over the crown of my penis. Meanwhile, Leotie bent forward, rubbed her little cunt up and down the top of my shaft - as she stared at me and pulled at her tiny titties. Their naughty moans and keening had my balls aching with the need to seed.
The two hugged my penis, standing on either side of my shaft, looked over at me, and began squatting and standing - again and again - giving me a tiny two-person tug-job.
"Fuck ...," I moaned.
I clenched my fists and tried to hold on - just a bit longer.
"Girls ...," I warned.
Their sexy giggles weren't helping me as I tried to focus on not blowing my load.
The pair bear-climbed (bare-climbed?) my penis - and ended up sitting on top - holding each other in their arms. The pair looked over at me and began grinding their little vulvas, cunts, and asses on my cock-knob - using their legs and feet to torment the ridge - and just beneath it - on my cock - where my pleasure receptors were already on high-alert.
"Cumming ...," I moaned.
The two of them giggled and only wriggled more - and then gasped as jet after jet of my semen shot up between their two tiny bodies - coating them from head to ass. Each successive burst added more fuel to the fire - until the whole sticky mess escaped from their sexy little cage and began to drip and drain down my still-aching penis.
They began gobbling up my goo. I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and fell into unconsciousness.
~~~
Struan must have returned after I'd fallen asleep. I woke up with three tiny bodies beside me. The fisherman had Leotie's sports bra pulled up over him like a blanket. I smothered a chuckle at that. The girls were curled together on my chest - with the sleeping bag pulled up over us.
