Wholesome Forest; Fairy & Vines

Sunlight warmed her skin, lulling her body into a relaxation that deepened her sleep. Sunbeams danced on her, moving towards her face and when one finally hit her eyes, she stirred. A small, not-yet-awake groan escaped her lips. Her loose-fitting garments spread out across the top of the mushroom just like her hair and wings. Tipped ears poked up from under her shimmering locks, freckles speckling her face, flowers crowning her head.

She slept freely, anywhere she pleased in the forest, in a delightful world safe from all harm.

As she started with the sunlight, the unsuspecting creature beneath was stirred by the fairy's movements.

By the time the fairy was done rubbing the sleep from her eyes, a small vine hovered a few feet away from her face, as if looking at her from over the edge of the mushroom cap.

"Oh hello," she mumbled as the sight before her came into focus. She was always encountering all sorts of creatures in a forest like this, "I hope you don't mind that I slept here, and if you do, I'm terribly sorry and I wouldn't do it again!"

The vine was bulbous at the end, in a way that could be taken for a head. It tilted just so, and the fairy understood that she had done no harm. She pushed herself up, her wings unfurling as she stretched all her limbs out to take in a delicious morning rays. When she was done, she looked at the vine again. Her eyes traced the vine's length down, to where it disappeared under the cap of the mushroom she had chosen for her bed.

Curiosity overcame her, and she crawled towards the end of the cap, peaking her head down below to follow the vine underneath. It connected at the base of the shaft of the mushroom. There were a few more bulbous heads below, and while they were still, they were not motionless, and they seemed to be looking up at her.

"Fascinating," she muttered, lifting her head back up, sitting cross legged and setting the vine that had ventured up here with a studious look. It was shiny and shimmery in the sunlight, and as she sat still, it began to come closer.

The fairy stretched her hand out to it but didn't move close enough to touch it, wanting to gain its trust with the offering. She patiently waited for the vine to make the first move. Slowly it came close until it nudged her finger gently before nuzzling into the top her hand. It had a soft feeling to it, and it was coated in something.

When she giggled at the feel of it on her skin, it pulled back suddenly, "Sorry, it tickles," she said, not really knowing why she was talking to a vine, attached to a mushroom. Maybe because it felt sentient. Maybe even if it didn't know what she was saying, it could get a sense of how she was feeling through her tone and body language.

The vine's residue was still on her skin, but it wasn't an unpleasant stickiness. In fact, did it smell...she moved her nose closer to it, yes, it did smell sweet didn't it. Before she had a chance to second guess herself, her tongue flicked out over her skin to lap it up and it tasted sweet as well, like the juice of some sort of sweet fruit. Her eyes fluttered closed and she hummed. When she opened her eyes, looking over at the vine, she saw a few more of them curiously lingering at the edges of the mushroom cap.

"Sorry, I hope that was okay. You taste delicious, but I won't do it again if you don't like that," she offered with a smile. The vine inched closer to her then, and she felt her heart race as it neared. It held itself out to her, and she got the sense it was reciprocating her earlier gesture. Was it offering itself to be touched? To be tasted?

With more confidence than before, she reached out to drag her fingertip along the top of the vine's bulb. A string of the sticky substance connected them before dissolving to nothing in the distance. The fairy brought her slick finger to her tongue to lick it off. Another hum escaped her, but the vine did not retreat this time.

"I've never met anything quite like you little one," the fairy chimed, smiling and feeling something swell in the pit of her belly. She was always coming across delightful and unusual things in the forest.

The vine inched closer, hovering closer to her face...closer to her mouth. Without over thinking it she flicked her tongue out to lap up a little of that sweet coating directly off its soft skin. The vine shuddered, and her heart responded in kind as she saw it tense and relax again but it didn't move away. The sugary sweetness on her tongue was so good...and her new friend seemed to like that she was enjoying it.

She cautiously closed the distance between them, moving onto her knees and bringing her mouth close to the tip of the bulb. Her hand lifted gently, to caress her fingertips along the underside of the vine. She tried to communicate with her touch that if the vine wanted to retreat, it could.

She would never take anything from the forest that it was not willing to give. Her lips made contact with the head, and she flicked her tongue out. The vine shuddered again, arching and curling towards her. It tasted so good. Between the sweetness of the flavour, the softness of its skin on her tongue, and the way it shuddered beneath her, she could feel arousal kindling in her core. Some of the creatures in the forest did engage in these types of encounters.

She closed her eyes as she suckled, enjoying the flavour. She felt the length of its stem brush against the inside of her thigh, and she moaned as she felt it there. The vine head grew smaller, which puzzled her as excitement tended to cause things to swell. But before she had time to question it, it pushed deep into her mouth towards the back of her throat. It had shrunk to be able to fit in there comfortably and still appeared to be adapting to the size. Remarkable.

The stem of the vine was draped over both of her thighs, and it slinked across her skin as it delved deeper into her throat. Her arms went slack at her sides, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head. She loved the way it felt as it pressed into her. Even as she choked and sputtered, and the sweetness coated her throat. As if knowing it had pushed her to her limit, it retracted.

She opened her eyes to see that all the vines had moved in closer, adapting to the same size as the one that had just been penetrating her mouth. It was as if they had been watching, drawn in by the sight before them but they had no eyes.

Only the one that she had been interacting was close and was touching her as it draped across her legs, waiting to see what came next perhaps. As she looked around at the vines surrounding her, she sensed they were also waiting.

The swelling pleasure within her egged her further as she thought she would demonstrate what came next. A smile spread across her face as she slipped her hand between her thighs, easy access to her folds in her kneeling position. Oh and well, fairies didn't wear panties -- what for?

She curled a finger up inside herself, her skirt pushed up to reveal herself. She was already wet from the vine that had been pushing into her throat, filling her with that sweetness, and it was so easy to slip into an immediately impatient pace.

As she pumped her fingers in and out of herself, she moaned. The vine that had been in her mouth slithered its way up her thigh, getting close to where the fairy's fingers were penetrating herself. It nudged up against the wetness it found there and shuddered down its length again. Maybe it liked the taste of her as much as she liked the taste of it.

Removing her fingers, she waited to see if the vine would venture towards her throbbing core. To her delight it did, slithering inside with a torturous slowness. As she savoured the way it slowly writhed inside her, she extended her hand out to a vine waiting on the sidelines. As if that was the permission it needed, it drew closer, making contact with the tip of her finger before curling around her arm.

The soft skin of the creature felt delicious, slowly moving over her skin and exploring her body. It buried underneath her clothes, stopping to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. Seemingly paying attention to every moan it pulled from her with its movements and caresses.

The one inside her began to swell, she could feel it getting bigger, stretching her and moving with a faster rhythm and intensity. Her moans filled the otherwise quiet clearing, as if the entire forest was in rapt attention of the erotic scene unveiling before it.

The second vine that had been exploring her body found its way to another hole, and curiosity had it rimming her ass. She felt empty, hungry for it, hungry to be filled up. As is teased and lubricated her, she pushed back into it, giving it the signal to fill up her second hole. She moaned, tumbling back from her kneeling position to spread her legs open to the vines and give herself over to the pleasure of being completely overtaken.

The other vines inched forward, slowly at first. Each vine making its presence known one at a time as it made contact with her skin. She lost count of how many there were as they began to slither and slide over her body, wracking her with so many sensations she could hardly tell which parts of her were being touched and which were not. They wrapped around her, tugging and applying pressure in all the right places.

The slow burn of the rising pace of the two vines inside her had her teetering close to the edge. One of the vines began to lace around her neck, giving her a delicate squeeze. The pleasure of her moan might have been misread for pain by the way it sounded, awakening the darker urges inside her. But her creature could tell what it meant by the way she got notably wetter.

It kept a tight hold on her as it slithered around to her mouth, entering her third hole and completely filling her up. It pushed to the back her throat, filling her mouth with that sweet outer coating which seemed to have gotten thicker and stickier. She was pushed over the edge. Her cloying moans were muffled by the vine in her mouth as it moved in and out of her, the creature bringing her to the point of climax while her limbs were surrounded, and holes were stuffed. Her eyes glazed over as she drank it in. The vines began to rest and slowly, but tenderly retreat from her body.

"I hope I can come back tomorrow little one," she said, her voice husky with use and her eyes glazed over as she went back to enjoying the morning sun "...that was delicious."