All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting. This story contains a sexual encounter with a massive size difference.
Dane turned the key to his new home. It was a modest ranch-style home, well outside town and backed up against a forest. He had gotten it dirt cheap. The last owner had been an unlicensed warlock who got busted cooking fairy dust. Dane had been the witch hunter who had made the bust. Two birds, one stone. He had taken out a bad guy, so what was the harm in being first in line to pick up a home on the cheap? Witch hunters had to sleep somewhere.
He stepped into the house and was instantly hit with the smell of fermenting potions and rotting reagents. Gods, this was going to take a while to clean up. He got to work, starting with the reagents and magical supplies that could be salvaged. Hunters were not afraid to use the tools of their enemies. Most of this was garbage, though, so he moved on to disposing of the rotten supplies and trying to scrub the smell out of the walls. It was dirty work, and the arcane-infused fairy dust these warlocks loved huffing was an absolute pain to get out.
When he first made the bust, they had only found the cauldrons and the materials. This struck Dane as odd. Most of these warlocks held a supply of fairies and harvested their dust from the source. It quickly lost its arcane properties and didn't travel well. He figured that the warlock must have gotten wind of the bust and tried to offload his supplies, or a nest was nearby. Dane cleaned and trashed and did some minor renovations to his new home for days. He had gotten the electricity and the water running again. The warlock, he guessed, had stopped paying his bills sometime ago, and they had entirely disconnected the services. It was hard work, but his labor was vastly cheaper than buying a house at full price, plus there were some perks.
Dane sat out on the back porch as he watched the sun set over the thick trees of the forest that backed up against his house. He sipped on his beer as the last rays of the sun sparkled over the small pond that filled from the creek that ran from the forest. He loved this view. It was a massive reason he decided to scoop up this house. It was so peaceful, and he could feel the forest's magic from there. The more time that Dane spent out there, the more certain he was that the woods were a magical forest. He could feel the slight arcane pulse coming from the woods.
Sipping at his beer some more, savoring the cool liquid running down his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an odd sparkle at the edge of the forest, near where the creek and pond met. Dane looked over, curious. It was the wrong color for the sunlight. The glimmer had a distinct magical glow to it as well. He took a deep swig of his beer before setting it down to investigate.
He was a hunter. It was in his blood to investigate the goings-on of magic. Plus, he was curious about what was in the woods. Dane approached the edge of the woods, where he had seen the odd sparkle, and searched the surrounding area. It was nearly full dark this close to the forest, and he had difficulty separating the shadows between the trees and the other plants. He was about to give up hope when he heard a splash. The sound came from the pond's edge, and Dane immediately turned toward the sound.
Dane saw a tiny woman splashing in the water as she turned from her back to look at him. She was a fairy, for sure. He could just make out the light sparkles of her dragonfly-like wings, which marked her as a summer fairy, not uncommon in this region. Dane found himself excitedly staring at the tiny woman. He had never seen a fairy before, only read about them. They looked at each other for a long moment, not saying anything. She cocked her head to the side, eyeing Dane as her long wet blonde hair dipped back down into the water.
"Who are you, big guy?" The fairy asked, cocking her head to the other side as she calmly trod the water. Her features below the neck were muddied by the ripples echoing away as she swam.
"I'm Dane," he replied. Cocking his head to look curiously at the fairy. He sank lower to get a better look at her. He was very curious, she was so calm, and she didn't seem afraid of him. This was especially weird, considering the last human these fairies must have interacted with was a warlock making arcane drugs from their dust.
"I just bought the house back there." he finished, pointing over his shoulder back to the house.
"Oh, good. The guy who lived there before was weird," she said, her voice light and sweet. It reminded Dane of distant wind chimes.
"Weird?" Dane asked.
"Yeah, weird. He would always come to our nest and trade us for our dust. No idea what the weirdo would do with the stuff." She sighed and rolled onto her back again, floating on top of the water as she responded. Dane blushed, now able to see the rest of her body, but he didn't look away. She looked beautiful and stunningly sexual. She had huge, full breasts that sagged slightly to the side as she lay on her back. The fairy had a thin waist that curved into what Dane assumed was a modest-sized ass. Proportionally, this fairy could not have been more than six inches tall and only slightly thicker than his thumb.
"What did he give you for the dust?" Dane asked as he sat down fully.
"Oh, lots of stuff; our favorite, though, was always the cider," The fairy said excitedly, bursting out of the water and fluttering a couple of feet from Dane's face.
"Cider, huh? Why Cider?" Dane asked.
"Oh, 'cause it's so sweet, and after just a couple of sips, it makes you feel all fuzzy and dizzy." She said as she chaotically flitted about in the air. Water droplets splattered Dane as he listened to her and watched her buzzing about before him. Her breast jiggled about freely, and he couldn't help but stare. The proportions of this creature defied logic. Dane laughed as he realized what the fairy was telling him. The warlock drug dealer had been trading one of the most potent magical drugs there was for alcohol, and of course, it was hard cider. Fairies who famously loved sweets. The irony that they were trading drug for drug almost made Dane feel bad for busting the guy.