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.
"Well, I promise I am not interested in your dust, but I do keep some cider at the house, " Dane said, smiling. This house was shaping up to be an even better deal than he had initially thought. While fairies, by and large, did not participate in the societies that they lived in, they were just as intelligent as humans, possessed potent nature magic, and were fiercely territorial. If Dane played his cards right, he could have a well-put-together witch-hunter base of operations in no time. The fairy sighed, relieved, and plopped down onto Daren's knee. He could still feel her damp skin soaking into his jeans as she relaxed.
"Oh, thank the forest. That guy smelled weird, and you seem much nicer," she said as she leaned back on his knee. Dane couldn't help but blush again as her body was fully exposed to him and not flitting about inches from his nose. He could see her much more clearly, and gods, she was beautiful. It was too bad that she was only six inches tall, maybe seven.
"So what should I call you?" Dane asked, trying to distract himself from looking at her naked breasts rise and fall as she relaxed on his knee, recovering from her rapid flight.
"My name is Selanina," she replied, giving Dane a little wink. "But I like it better when people call me Sel."
"Sel, that's beautiful, it fits you nicely," Dane replied. "I'm Dane, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Dane. I need to return to the nest, but I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you soon," She said. Flitting up and planting a kiss on his cheek. Dane shivered as he felt her still damp but warm body press against his face, and she brushed her lips against his cheek. The sensation of her soft little body against his face sent any control Dane had over his body out of the window, and he felt his cock begin to stiffen in his pants. Before he could respond, though, she flew off into the woods, her dragonfly wings carrying her off surprisingly fast.
Dane gave himself a minute for the tightness in his pants to subside before standing and heading back to the house. He was still buzzing from his encounter with Sel as he laid down for bed. He was just so struck by how human and beautiful she had been. The thing that stuck in his mind, though, and carried him into sleep was the feeling of her skin. It made his brain tingle like a leg falling asleep, and his blood pumped excitedly. No wonder fairy dust was such a popular drug. The magic these creatures produce is intoxicating.
It was early morning when Dane woke. The sun was beginning to peek through the windows. He had a long day ahead of him. He needed to prep the garden for his live magical reagents. It was going to be a long, hot, and muddy day. Despite that, though, Dane decided he deserved a good shower after fixing the water heater yesterday and stepping into the steaming water, letting it wash over him as he relaxed into its warmth. Despite his best efforts to clear his mind and enjoy the joys of hot water, he continued to think of Sel.
He imagined her touching him again, and the sight of her incredibly erotic body had his cock hardening in moments. Dane gripped his cock and began to stroke it slowly as he held Sel's image in his mind. He was mid-stroke, imagining the feeling of her skin against his cock, when he heard a rustle of the shower curtain. He opened his eyes mid-stroke and saw Sel hovering, her dragonfly wings fluttering behind her. She was wearing a pale blue strapless dress that appeared to be made of flower petals. Her hair, dry this time, now had large blonde curls, and it looked like a flower similar to the one that made up her dress and served as a bow on the back of her head.
"Oh wow, what a lovely waterfall you have in here!" she said, holding out her hand and allowing the water to run through it. Oh, and it's so warm, too!" she said, excited by the discovery. Dane looked at her, shocked to see her.
