Although frustrated by the detritus raining down from the faerie’s fidgeting, Amara kept her attention on the various slabs of bark near her. Reaching for one in particular, she gave it a test pull and found it looser than she preferred. After a few more attempts, she found a suitable target and shifted her weight once more, though unfortunately this move was far more lateral than she would have liked. Because of the thick darkness surrounding her, each movent brought her terrain into view, and she once again looked around to familiarize herself with her new position. As she looked around for the next handhold, along with any potential threats, she noticed a large patch of plant life holding a series of thick vines and colorful flowers.
In spite of the fatigue beginning to materialize in her fingers, she paused.
Why do those look familiar? They don’t look like anything Tadghán showed us, and they’re certainly nothing like flowers back on Earth. Still, it’s like I’ve seen them before… the shape, at least, but the colors don’t seem quite right…
Her eyes snapped open as she pieced it together.
Imani’s flowers! The ones she needs for her tattoo ink! Ugh, shit, they’re so far out of the way, and I’d need to move down quite a bit… Is it worth it? I an, I have no idea how much longer I have until reaching the top.
“Ooh, what’s this?” The faerie’s voice floated up again as she literally rolled into view. She was leaning forward, pulling her feet close to her chest as she sorsaulted in between Amara and the patch of flowers, eventually opening up to rest on her stomach. “A little patch of flowers caught your eye? Perhaps you’re a being of envy, desperate to take what you can’t have! Well, you’re in for a treat, my friend! I’d be more than happy to grab so of those flowers for you…”
Slightly readjusting her grip, Amara squinted with suspicion at the faerie. “Would I be correct in assuming that such a kindness would not co without a cost?” The delighted host of the clearing nodded, her head moving much too slowly for Amara’s liking. “How about this: I’ll trade so of those flowers for the answer to my demonic sin.”
The faerie templed her fingers for a mont as she lost herself in thought. “Hm. No. That’s too boring, I want to win the ga, not simply trade for information! But what else could I–” She cut herself off as a thought appeared, causing her to giggle with manic excitent.
Oh, I do not like the sound of that.
“What about that girl who was with you last ti?” the faerie asked.
Amara bit her tongue to try and keep herself neutral. “What about her?”
“I slled your coupling the mont you entered my clearing; the love, the passion, the sheer, overwhelming adoration of it all!” As she reminisced on that mory, she licked her lips in anticipation. “My offer is thus: I will happily fetch you a whole armful of those beautiful flowers if you give the thing you love most about her.”
Okay, I have no idea what the shit that ans, but I hate it already.
“I… request that you clarify what you an,” Amara muttered, her hands protesting the extended inactivity as this conversation continued.
“It’s simple, really,” the faerie said, rolling onto her back. “Whatever you love most about her! Maybe it’s her scent, the way she walks through an autumn sunbeam, the smile on her face the mont before she falls asleep… you give that up.”
The thought of butchering any part of her relationship with Vee made Amara’s stomach churn.
Sorry, Imani.
Her face flushed red with guilt as she made her decision. There was no doubt in her mind that retrieving these flowers would be an incredible help, but she couldn’t think of a way to safely retrieve them without surrendering either the cure or so core part of herself.
“No deal,” Amara said flatly. Without hesitation, before the faerie even had a chance to respond, she began testing handholds to continue her climb up the fallen tree.
“Awww, that’s a sha.” With an exaggerated lower lip and a heavy pout, the faerie’s wings fluttered to life and she lifted off the tree. “But that’s okay! The ga has only just begun, and I know just what I want to do next!”
She flew away with surprising speed, leaving a trail of ethereal glitter in her wake. A short while later, after Amara found a few more handholds, the faerie returned with her arms full of exotic berries and fruit. She carefully placed them down one by one in various cracks and crevices of the tree, and for each one she tucked away, she quickly ate another.
“Mmph, these are delicious!” she moaned, over-exaggerating her motions as she popped berry after berry into her mouth. “You know, faeries don’t typically have to eat. It’s a joy to indulge in a delicious al, don’t get wrong, but often it’s simply such a hassle! I say this not only because I want to get to know my new best friend, but also to make it clear that each bite I take is pure, decadent, overindulgence.”
She playfully tossed a fruit in the air before catching it. This one looked to be so kind of cross between a kiwi and pineapple, and when the faerie took a bite, a burst of fragrant juice shot out. The fruit juice landed directly on Amara’s forehead, and because she was currently looking up, it then dribbled down and mixed into her hair. Shuddering with annoyance, Amara did her best to focus on her climbing. As she shifted her weight once again, she briefly moved her free hand to her head to wipe away what juice she could find.
No doubt she’s testing if I feed on gluttony. She hasn’t asked a question yet, thankfully, so hopefully I’m comfortable not saying anything.
Roughly half the fruit present had disappeared into the faerie by the ti she gave up. “What, is all this fruit too good for you? I went so far out of my way to bring you an elaborate feast, and you just ignore it?! I’m trying SO HARD to be a good host, and it’s like you don’t even care!” The deep teal complexion of the faerie changed once again, shifting to an incredibly light green that skipped and shimred like the waters of an angry river. Each angry shout of her delicate voice sent ripples through her body, and she threw every ounce of herself into her fury as she scread.
Shit, did I piss her off by turning down an offer?
“I did not realize that food was being offered to ,” Amara muttered. “I hope you did not take offense in my actions.”
The furrowed, angry eyebrows of the faerie lightened slightly, and another whimsical smile appeared. As Amara looked up at her host, she suddenly got the impression that she’s just been the victim of a joke. “You were correct! I never made such an offer! That being said, you’ve been remarkably indifferent to my actions thus far. Fantastic! The fun continues!”
Flushing slightly with embarrassnt, Amara turned her attention back towards the massive tree that made up the entirety of her field of vision. How much was left? She tried to think back to her first visit in this clearing, but her mories from that ti had been entirely preoccupied with fear over eting her first faerie. All she truly rembered was that she’d flown to the top in a matter of minutes. She hadn’t anticipated coming back, so she hadn’t bothered keeping track of what the actual distance had been.
Eyes narrowed, Amara looked around to find another outcropping of bark to grab onto. Her best option was a blackened ledge that appeared mostly free of moss, but just as she prepared to shift her weight and reach for it, she saw a flicker of light fall from the canopy above. Illumination followed it as it fell, and with its light Amara saw a thick coating of fruit juices on her intended handhold. The thought of continuing her climb with strange, sticky juices all over her hands made her shiver, and she instead reached for the smaller knot of wood just underneath her previous target.
“Goodness , I’ve made such a ss, haven’t I?” the faerie said. She flew closer to the ledge Amara had almost grabbed and examined it with playful intensity. Her gaze then wandered to her own fingers, which were similarly slathered with colorful juices. “I suppose I should clean myself up, no?”
A thin, raspberry colored tongue darted out from between the faerie’s curled lips. She brought it to the base of her pointer finger, then slowly licked it from base to tip. The tongue elongated, curling around the entire finger for a mont before pulling it into her mouth. Thin, delicate lips the color of vibrant moss closed around the digit, and her cheeks recessed ever so slightly as she sucked more juices off. Subtle undulations in her jaw hinted that she was still licking her finger as she pushed it deeper into her mouth. Her eyes closed, and her back arched before she let out a soft, wling moan.
Opening her eyes, she turned her attention down to the rest of her hand. She raised her middle finger next, briefly withdrawing her hand before pushing it against her pointer finger. Both fingers now moving as one, she opened her mouth again and stuck her tongue out. She took a deep, husky breath as she rubbed her fingers against her tongue, back and forth, slowly picking up speed as their tips continuously teased the entrance to her mouth, and just before they pushed inside, she turned her attention back to her guest.
Amara’s cheeks were bright red, flushed with excitent, and she hadn’t moved from her spot since this display began. Her core tensed, fighting against the burning heat emanating from between her legs.
It had been far too long since she’d last been intimate with Vee.
Arrogant, twinkling chuckles echoed throughout the clearing as the faerie laughed. She shifted just a bit closer to Amara, her tongue darting out to lap up the juice still clinging to her chin. Another gentle moan, another shudder of excitent as she flaunted her unusually long, dexterous tongue. Staring into Amara’s eyes, her tongue retreated back into her mouth and she softly whispered, “You’re a succubus, aren’t you?”
Shit.
Chastising herself for getting lost in the faerie’s display, Amara nodded tersely. “That is correct.”
The faerie bought her hands together and eagerly clapped. “Brilliant! Oh, how fantastic it would be to say that I bested a succubus in a trial of lust! Goodness , this ga just gets more and more invigorating the more I learn about you!”
Attempting to shake herself back to her senses, Amara turned her attention towards the bark in front of her. She gripped it with more tenacity than was necessary, hoping that its rough texture might be distraction enough to keep her thoughts grounded in the reality of the situation. Climbing to the top was all that mattered. She couldn’t let herself be distracted by pesky faeries with slick, dripping tongues. It didn’t matter how long it was, or that it seed to rival Amara’s tail in terms of dexterity. She didn’t need to know how deep inside her that tongue might be able to reach, or what its alien texture might feel like as it rubbed and massaged the inside of her quivering puss—
Fucking. Shit. Fuck. Get it together, Amara! Nick needs this cure!
Grunting more than she needed to, Amara reached for the next handhold and continued climbing. She let herself feverously huff and groan from the exertion, as if trying to convince herself that all her attention had to stay focused on the climb. Unfortunately for her, the faerie easily kept pace, despite the fact that she still wasn’t flying. Her gravity still appeared to be tied to the tree, and stranger still, she matched every movent Amara made with effortless grace. No matter how quick or slow Amara moved, each ti the faerie appeared in her periphery, she rested at the perfect angle to show off as much of her body as possible.
At the mont, she was lying on her stomach, her body roughly in parallel with Amara’s. Her back arched, pushing her hips off the ground while they subtly gyrated against an invisible force. The faerie now pushed three fingers into her mouth, loudly moaning as she thrust them in and out of her mouth. Each motion, while technically removing the fruit juices, replaced them with thin, oily saliva that shimred in the low light. This spit then dripped down her chin, drawing Amara’s attention to the rest of her body.
She’d never paid attention to the faerie’s clothes before, and now realized that she hadn’t even realized the faerie had been dressed. Previously, her lithe, green body had been covered with various flourishes that appeared no different than her skin, leading Amara to believe that faerie anatomy perhaps gave them natural coverings.
Now, she realized this was absolutely not the case. Or, perhaps it was, and the faerie simply had full control over the appearance of her body. Either way, as her uncomfortably viscous spit dripped down her chest, it quickly adhered to all the strange decorative flourishes. One by one, their color changed from various vibrant shades of green to wilted browns, and the texture mirrored this change. In the presence of her spit, the strange flourishes withered and broke free of her body, falling into the darkness below and revealing more and more of the faerie’s body.
As this unusual striptease was borne from her spit, it began first with her chest. While the first leaves fell from her body, she turned around to lie on her back, giving Amara the perfect view. The faerie’s breasts, while not very large, were perfectly round and perky. Her nipples were soft and delicate, resembling lush flower buds aching for release as they pushed into the air.
Amara tried to convince herself that she only noticed this because the faerie had put herself in her periphery, but she knew this wasn’t the case. With each thrust higher, each kick towards a higher platform, Amara snuck another glance at the sensual display next to her.
More and more of the faerie’s body now glistened with her spit, sothing that Amara now doubted was genuinely just a byproduct of eating. The liquid crept downward, reaching her deceptively curvy hips and continuing the wilting process. Leaf by leaf, more of her midriff exposed itself. Her flat, shimring stomach gave way to suggestive creases in her body, ones that ford a perfect V as if commanding Amara to direct her gaze further downward in hopes of seeing where they t.
The last few leaves refused to fall. Again the faerie arched her back, this ti angling herself towards Amara, making it impossible to miss the show as she bent her knees and spread her legs open. A tiny handful of wilted, orange leaves clung to the faerie’s nether region, adamantly refusing to give Amara the satisfaction of knowing what this creature looked like completely naked.
Curiosity and libido assaulted her in tandem, no matter how many tis she tore her attention away to grab the next ledge. As a distraction, she attempted to lose herself in mories of all the tis she’d endured more intense sexual frustration. Not only did this make her current predicant seem less frustrating, but it gave her a chance to happily reflect on all the ti she’d spent with Vee in Purgatory. Each new handhold, each step higher was matched with wonderful recollections of the first ti she’d shared a bed with her love, or when she’d been locked in a closet and first fed on Vee.
The mories were potent enough to buy her a considerable amount of ti. She was acutely aware of the faerie lurking just beside her at all tis, and on several occasions caught herself stealing glances at the elaborate striptease. In the end, even the reveal of her fully nude form did little to puncture the inspiration Amara drew from mories of her ti with Vee.
Not that she didn’t enjoy the sight. The final leaves of her host’s clothing fell free when the faerie traced her fingers down her curves, pushing them against her throbbing sex. A sigh of release surged through the faerie’s now deep green body, which had at so point grown nearly half a foot taller and much, much curvier. Tiny quivers of pleasure drew Amara’s attention not just to the thick, luscious thighs of this creature, but also to the slick, mint-green walls of her eager pussy. This reveal ca with another change in behavior as the faerie began masturbating without abandon, rubbing her clit and even using her fingers to spread her entrance open—obviously a show to try and distract Amara.
This ti, when Amara pulled her attention away to once again focus on her climb, the faerie responded by turning around and lying her head just inches from Amara. “Don’t you want to know what I taste like? Intimacy with a faerie is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. I can give you orgasms that last for ages, pleasure that expands your sense of self to heights you never deed possible.”
“Tempting people with sex is normally the demon’s job, isn’t it?” Amara mused dryly. With each passing mont, she felt more confident in her ability to resist the charms of this creature.
“Ah, but we’re only getting started,” the faerie whispered, a frightening playfulness in her voice. “For I know that, as much as you love sex, it also feeds the fire inside you.”
When Amara turned to respond after shifting her weight once again, the faerie was nowhere to be seen. While she didn’t like the idea of so new elent being introduced to this challenge, she was thankful for the brief respite.
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