^{WARNING! This story contains soft vore, if you don't like this, do not read any further! You have been warned.}

        Dorien stands by a peaceful grove of trees, the perfect natural sanctuary for wildlife. If he was just passing, the best would probably be to walk around it, going through it will delay his travels. He got some time to spare, why not stop, listen to the birds singing in the trees, and looking for wildlife? Perhaps he can spot a roe deer, maybe even a doe? A little into the grove there is a clearing with small and large thickets of trees, and open areas with lush green grass in between them.
        He wanders into the clearing whistling a jaunty tune. He lets it drop off slightly as he takes in his surroundings. A smile slowly rises. "Now this," he says, his arms spread as wide as his grin, "looks like a beautiful place t'relax." He carries with him the usual jungle dirt and occasional spot of blood, none of it his own. He's been busy searching for the enemy, and after a recent battle with a dangerous lion, he's not opposed to a short break. He slows his pace but continues forward. Even a pirate adventurer at rest tends to stay in motion, to some degree. He makes his way to the thickets nearby, trying to peer through the brush to see what might be beyond. It doesn't look like simply more jungle. Maybe he can find a way into one of the thickets?
        Entering the thicket is like entering a room in the forest itself, as the trees stand thick, making a barrier to the clearing surrounding it. Blocking the entrance would effectively lock the thicket, just like any door.
        Dorien finds a part of the greenery that allows for human access. Well, crouched human access, and eases his body through, entering the small sheltered area. "Seems a good place t'hide," he mentions under his breath as he marks the area in his memory. He notices a sleeping doe girl on a bed of moss but decides it would be best not to disturb her. "Damn," he remarks. "Taken already." He chuckles softly to himself. Dorien takes a moment to look the sleeping doe over before he goes. He's not seen one of those before, but then again he sees several things he's never seen before. He shrugs, and turns around pushing back out the way he came.
        He is barely back through the brush when something that definitely wasn't there before catches his eye. He slows for a moment and then moves a bit more cautiously. What is that? He doesn't see anything coming out of the strange portal which has appeared in the clearing, so he finally leaves the cover of the thicket completely and walks closer to the anomaly. "Arright, so what's this then?" He stands a few feet safely away, crossing his arms. He looks around the clearing and then sighs, but his smile has returned. "Well, that were restful enough aye? N' clearly there's explorin' t'be done. Hell, s'not like I were particularly busy." With that, he straightens his hat, and steps through. He emerges in an area not dissimilar from where he came. Well that's a good sign. No bizarre monsters or poisonous gasses. "A+, would portal again".
        Lush green grass surrounds him, stretching far as the eye can see. Down the hill is a meadow with a passing road, and below that, a lake which is so still that you can see the clouds reflect even from up here, flawlessly.
        Dorien takes in his surroundings in a bit more detail, shading his eyes from the sun. He spots a road that might be worth a walk. Don't get many roads in the jungle. As a seasoned adventurer he recognizes it might be a good idea to make sure the portal does the same thing each time though, so he turns around an- "Bugger." The portal is gone! He places his hands firmly on his hips. "Well that settles that. Road it is." With a sigh and less of a smile this time he makes his way down the hill.
        The old dirt road goes across the big meadow, between the hill and a lake. Birds sing in a nearby tree, and critters scurry around in the shrubbery, apparently not afraid of you, more like curious.
        Dorien wanders down at a relaxed pace. Sure, he's trapped, but it's a rather lovely place to be trapped in. And honestly, where else did he have to go anyway? There's a gleam of light in some bushes. He notices the light from the bushes and moves closer to investigate. Another portal? Checking the bushes, he finds berries which occasionally gleam as if magic. The berries are roughly the size of elderberries, got a cream white color, and the juice smells sweet. They should be edible, too bad there's only a few left. He says "Glowin' berries?" to no one in particular. It seems like something worth remarking out aloud. "Not so sure that's th'best plan." He gives the berries a pass for the moment as he spots a sign, wandering over to see if he can get any information on where he should go. Or even where he is!
        One sign points up the hill, with the word Impil, one down to the lake, with the word Emru, and one pointing towards the forest, with the word Cyrbe. There might have been a fourth sign, but it's been broken off by force.
        Dorien blinks. Those words are not even a little bit helpful. He could already see that there was a forest, and a lake. This might be a long day. Maybe those berries are calling his name after all. He wanders back to the berries. They probably won't kill him, and a day out in nature would be more fun with either a full stomach or hallucinogenic chemicals altering his brain. So bottom's up! He pops a few mysterious glowing berries into his mouth, because "What th'hell, aye?" He puts the berries he finds into his mouth, and chews. The juice spreads out on his tongue, and the flavor fills him with joy. Too bad there's no more berries. Who knows how long it will take for more berries to mature enough to eat. "Mmm! Those were delicious!" He waits a few moments, looking around. Eventually he waves his hand in front of his eyes slowly back and forth. It doesn't burst with light or melt or anything. He shrugs, "Ah well." He wanders lakeward, sober, but with a full belly at least!
        The lake is tranquil, not a single ripple mars the mirror-like surface. From this close, the water is crystal clear, and he can see schools of fish swimming down there, hiding among the reeds. This could be a good fishing spot. Dorien looks out across the clear reflective lake. It goes on for quite a ways. He could likely swim to the other side, but it would be a significant trip. Instead he watches the fish a while then turns back around. Dorien looks up to the hillside, back down to the lake, and then finally to the forest. Only one spot left to go! He heads for the trees.
        A dark and foreboding forest surrounds him. It's dead quiet, and the eery feeling of that someone's watching him just won't go away. Dorien is not put at ease by the sudden quiet. Quite the opposite in fact. As he continues along the dirt road, a twig breaks somewhere behind him, between the trees. His body is already somewhat tense and his sense sharpened when he hears the snap behind him. He turns around quickly to see who, or what might be following. "Who's there?!" You turn to check where the sound came from. He sees and hears nothing. As he holds his breath to listen carefully, it seems like the forest goes completely quiet, as if hesitating. His eyes narrow as he finds nothing. He focuses on where the sound originated and creeps closer to the spot between the trees, peering to try and catch any hint of motion. He doesn't see any, but something else entirely. Is that a rope ladder? He might guess, now, the source of the sound, but he doesn't dare look up, unsure how many eyes might be on him exactly. He starts moving closer.
        High up in the trees, far above the ground, platforms are surrounding the gigantic trunks, with homes and stores, and rope bridges and ladders connects the platforms. From the ground this city is barely visible, and the way up is cleverly hidden. Dorien finally gets close enough to find a handhold and begins a slow cautious climb.
        Dorien arrives at the top unharmed. On the main platform there's many stores, some in buildings where the store owners lives as well, and others stand freely, simple enough to remove easily if needed. The elves living here seems too busy to be looking at Dorien, or they're simply ignoring him. The folk seem peaceful or at least don't count him as a threat. He watches them go about their business for a while from a crouched position, eventually standing when he sees he's safe. "Excuse me?" Nothing. "Beggin' yer pardon but..." Faces look away and hurry by. "I see." Well he's damned sure the way out isn't going to be up, and since these people aren't masterful at providing direction, he reluctantly decides to head back down and explore the rest of the forest for something helpful. He works his way back down more quickly, hopping onto the turf when he's close enough, and strides back the way he came, confident at least he's safe.
        Dorien's confident stride doesn't last long as he quickly catches two glowing red eyes lurking near where he'd first heard the sound. He creeps cautiously closer, readying his Rapier Wit. A low growl, like a warning, comes... from the next bush. Ignoring the feeble attempt to scare him, he makes his way towards where the sound came from. He sees a huge oak tree in a clearing. Hundreds of Pixies flies around, sits on branches, and peek out from openings in the trunk. His eyes dart this way and that trying to follow the flurry of motion. "There, that's something special." He continues onward towards the hollow.
        As he approaches the oak tree, a naked, male Pixie comes flying over to him, greeting him with a kiss before he can react. The kiss makes his lips tingle. "Welcome to our hollow, friend. Please, make yourself feel home." Several Pixies entertain themselves and each other with... various games. One of the female Pixies seems to recognize him, and calls out "Come join us, Dorien!" She's searching for others. One of the hiding Pixies appears near you, and says "Yeah, it'll be fun!" As she emerges completely he realizes she's a hermaphrodite. Dorien blinks. How do these folks know his name? "Fair enough, maybe one of ye can finally tell me exactly where th'hell I am?" He heads over to the Oak.
        All around him naked Pixies play, games which are as much childish fun as adult fun. Some seem to be more intent on working though, like tinkering, weaving, cooking, and all sort of professions, all while they're being serviced. Dorien can't quite believe his eyes. Maybe those berries have finally kicked in. "What in th'bloody hell?" he asks under his breath, then chuckles at the strangeness of it all.
        Winneth comes flying out of one of the holes in the old oak tree, apparently the only Pixie which is clothed around here. She notices someone, and gasps as she sees the Human.
        Dorien gasps a bit as he sees clothes. Maybe this one's in charge or something? Or maybe she's being excluded for some reason. Hard to say, really. "Ahoy there" he offers congenially, following the greeting with a bow to the waist.
        Winneth flies over to the Human. Well, at least he's not an Elf, the hollow would be in chaos if one of the Elves appeared. "Greetings, Dorien." She smiles, knowing he'll probably will be surprised she knows his name.
        Dorien says "Good t'see ye!" smiling warmly. "How're things?" of course, does not recognize this person at all. It's probably someone else he knew before his amnesia. Undoubtedly he can "fake it 'til he makes it", aye?
        Winneth is the one being surprised. Dorien seems to recognize her, but she have never seen him before. Nevertheless she says "All is good in the hollow, thank you. Blessed day, friend." The last is a common phrase among Pixies.
        Dorien nods, still smiling. "Glad t'hear it!" One off his hands runs up through the back of his hair and he looks a bit sheepish. "I uh... I think I'm a bit lost. I came in through a portal y'see… N' then I ate some strange berries" Oh. Right. Is this even real? Maybe he's asking a hallucination for directions. "N' then I wound up... here." Yep, that just about sums it up.
        Winneth says "Oh yes, the portal. Well, you're on Frisland, a group of islands South of Iceland. The portal is a result of wild magic, it appears by itself, and disappears just as quickly. Oh, and those berries... well, you will see."
        Dorien is just starting to contemplate the tone of her last few words when he starts to feel strange. Part of the feeling isn't entirely unfamiliar though. The pixie appears to be getting bigger and oh! He's getting smaller. His back also begins to itch, enough so that he struggles his way out of his trench coat which drops to the ground. He looks down to notice that it's a lot longer a drop then it should be... is he floating? That's a new one.
        Winneth says "You better take off the rest. When in the hollow, do as the Pixies." Now why does that sound familiar? "I think you'll look much cuter naked anyway."
        The backhanded shot at his fashion sense aside, he does as he's asked, flipping in a full circle when he leans over to untangle a pant leg from his ankles. He catches a glimpse of something during his flip - wings?
        Dorien rights himself, naked now, and cranes his neck to look as best he can over his shoulder. Yep, those're wings. "Huh" he utters eloquently, then turns back to his "host". "Better?" he offers, spreading his arms to gesture to his nudity.
        Winneth looks him up and down, as does several of the other Pixies, male, female, and herms alike. "Yes, you look almost like you belong here, except for your ears of course. By the way, if you see an Elf, you better hide quickly."
        Dorien has seen a number of elves today. At least he's pretty sure from his time with Morae that's what they were. "Why's that?" he asks curiously.
        Winneth says "Well, they would catch you and put you in a cage. We're entertainment for them, like Humans have birds in cages. We're also their sex toys, as well as food for them."
        Dorien looks rather angry at that. "Food?! Bloody hell. I ought'a head back up there n' give those pointy-eared buggers a lesson they won't forget." He's almost spitting!
        Winneth says "Oh, I wouldn't do it if I were you, not while you're small as us at least. And don't worry, it's part of nature. Notice all the Pixies fucks all the time? It's not just a pastime for us, we need to keep the hollow alive. The Elves knows this of course. If we disappear, they lose their magic, which comes from us. Time is different here than in your world, we grow mature in three years. That would be eighteen years by your world's time measurement. They do not touch the children of course, and they are not allowed outside anyway, only adults can exit the hollow oak."
        Dorien still looks pretty disgruntled. He knows that nature can be cruel and that there's an important balance, but as a principal he tries to avoid eating or capturing anything that talks. "I see. Well it is what it is I guess." He may yet punch an elf at some point, but he won't punch them all and he won't explain why.
        Winneth says "Anyway, no matter how light footed they are, they are like stampeding elks most of the time. By the way, since you're here, want to partake in our games? We sure could use a helping... cock."
        Dorien's member twitches in response even before he can offer his own answer. When in Rome, aye? "Sure, I'm a helpful guy" He snickers and smirks mischievously.
        Winneth grins. She grabs him by his cock, and flies with him to a branch. She release him, and she begins to strip out of her clothes. Without them she's pretty much identical with the other pixies, besides for her hair. Also, she's apparently female.
        Dorien watches his host strip naked, his cock standing at full attention now as he eyes the curves of her body, especially the small mound between her legs.
        Winneth says "I see you like me a lot." Male, female, and herm Pixies are watching them, though none of them stops what they are doing, whether it's fucking or working while fucking. "You might wonder why I wear clothes while the others doesn't, am I right?"
        Dorien nods. "Aye, I have t'admit, I were curious."
        Winneth drops down on her knees, and gives his cock a little suckle on the head, before she grabs it with her hand, masturbating it while she looks up to him. "Clothes are indicator of social status. I am an enchantress, slightly above ordinary Pixies. That is why my clothes are mostly see-through. Other Pixies, which you probably won't meet, have more proper clothes, and the queen has so much clothes it takes forever to get her naked. The higher on the social ladder the more clothes, and the less sex."
        Dorien's smile spreads, not entirely just from her actions. He was right, sort of. She is in charge! Also sort of... He reaches down to touch one of her pointed ears carefully. "That makes sense, I wager." His cock is warm in her hands, and nicely full. He licks his lips as he eyes her hungrily. "Shame about th' "less sex" though."
        Winneth says "Yes, indeed. The naked Pixies are the ones responsible for the everyday fucking and working needed to keep the hollow alive. When we get thinned out, the nobility does put in an effort though, at least on the fucking part. And talking about fucking..." She masturbates his cock harder for a few strokes, and then her hand slips down to his balls, while her lips engulf the cock head. She moans as she twirl her tongue around the tip, and then lets her mouth sink down on the shaft. She keeps looking at him.
        Dorien eases his hips back until the base of the tip brushes against her lips, then forward again nice and slow until he feels the back of her mouth. Perhaps not the correct approach with an "enchantress", but he's unsure of their customs.He can't really help himself anyways, and after all, she did mention "fucking".
        Winneth doesn't mind at all. Customs seems to be the same when it comes to sex all over, besides for when they play adult games, then the rules are slightly different. Similar to what Humans would call dominant and submissive roles. Pixies can be quite kinky.
        Dorien notices no objection, so he repeats the motion, and then once more, settling into a slow rhythm. The fingertips at her ear slide down through her hair to hold her head in his palm, making sure her lips never quite leave his flesh. He continues fucking the lovely pixie's face for a good long while, switching between watching his meat pass through her lips and stealing glances at some of the other alluring activities going on around them.
        Winneth does not mind her movements being guided by his hands, she still doesn't know if she's going to be the dominant one or not, but she doesn't want to scare him off, so she lets him have his way for now, making him feel he's in control. She rolls her tongue around the cock head each time it's almost all the way out, and then wiggles it like a crawling snake underneath the shaft as it reaches her throat. She swallows each time the head reaches her tonsils, letting her throat sphincter work its magic. Too much may give her a sore throat though, but she doesn't care, it'll just give her a sexy, husky voice. She uses one hand to play with his balls, while she drives her other in between the testicles, massaging the deep cock root.
        Dorien moans and bits his lip as she works her tongue along his length. He starts moving his hips harder, eager to feel the sphincter of her throat around his sensitive and now dripping cock-head. He feels himself close to cumming and so he slows down and presses deep, leaving his cock lodged in her throat and just twitching, letting her attempts to swallow keep him just at the blissful edge, her head held close. He concentrates and breaths deep, holding off for now and looking down at her with an eyebrow raised and a sly smirk.
        Winneth gags, once, and then force herself down on the cock, her lips all the way to the root, so that her nose is pressed against his pelvis bone, and his cock reaches down to her larynx. After resting there a moment, she starts pumping the cock hard, dragging all the way out so that just the very tip of the cock is in contact with her lips, before plunging down on the shaft, crashing her face into his belly, over and over again, not gagging even once. She wants him to cum hard in her throat.
        Dorien's smirk cracks into a groan as his head rolls back and he closes his eyes. His chest heaves and his cock spurts hard, rockets of cum hitting the back of her throat before they're pushed down by the next. "Oh god yesssss!" He grinds his hips in a slow circle as his cock throbs and drains, every last drop coaxed by her waiting mouth.
        Winneth makes a hard swallow the moment before he cums, blocking off her throat completely, and lets the cum fill her mouth cavity as she pulls away from the cock. She stands up, and opens her mouth, showing that it's filled to the brim with semen. Then she closes her mouth, swallows several times, and the she opens her mouth, showing there's not a single drop of cum left. She coughs slightly, and says "Mmm, tasty." She looks down at the slowly drooping cock, and makes a strange chipmunk sound while her raised finger tilts from side to side, like if she's telling a pet to behave. She holds her fingers in a pinch over the cock, and sprinkles Pixie dust over it. It takes a few seconds with sparkling cock before it starts to grow hard again.
        Dorien nods to her approvingly, first at her delayed swallowing trick, and then at his re-swelling cock. "Oh good. Glad we're not done just yet." He winks at her and sways his hips back and forth slightly, causing his cock to wobble.
        Winneth says "How do you want me, Dorien? Maybe you want to be on top, take me from behind, maybe me on top, or maybe some other position? I'm good for any position." Several Pixies are now gathered around them, most of them hovering in the air, watching.
        Dorien says "I want you from behind." licking his lips at the thought. "I want t'see that ass of yers."
        Winneth doesn't go on her knees, but instead she sits down on her ass with her legs out to each side of the branch, and leans back supported on her stretched arms. "First you got to show me how good you are eating me, just like I ate you. Make me feed you."
        Dorien smiles and nods "That I can do, m'lady" He still either doesn't know, or doesn't remember her name. She is an enchantress though, so some formality seems reasonable!
        Winneth says "Please, I'm no lady, call me Winneth." She watches as he prepares to get down on her, though she wonder if his cock won't be in the way. "Go ahead."
        Dorien in turn, does kneel, prowling over to her across the branch, his lips not starting between her legs but rather at her ankles and working their way up with wet kisses and drags of the tongue. He says "Fair enough..." as he works his way up along her thigh. "I tend t'err on the side of formality." He adds this just before his tongue rather informally arrives at her innermost thigh, dragging it next in a slow ellipse around her lower lips as his hands move up and along her thighs. He pulls himself closer now, easing down onto his belly as his tongue reaches the base of her slit where it presses out to drag slowly between her lips from bottom to top, pressing noticeably harder as it reaches her clit.
        Winneth moans deeply, and reaches with one hand behind his head as his lips and tongue reaches her clitoris, rolling it a little for him while she bunts against him. She can feel her pussy soaks more than from when she was sucking his cock.
        Dorien smiles slightly without allowing his lips to close completely as his efforts are rewarded. A second drag of the tongue gathers some of her juices into his mouth and swallows them eagerly. He massages lightly with his thumbs at the joints of her inner thighs, teasing her open just slightly more, and his tongue dips in with a swirl, deep enough to feel her clench reflexively and a little further still.
        Winneth's pussy opens at his touch like a flower opens in the morning at the touch of sunlight. Her juices flow from her pussy, and she moans deeply. Her hand leaves his head, and she starts kneading her breasts so that droplets of milk appear, running down over her stomach like white tear drops. Any female, no, any breasted Pixie lactates all the time because of the constant sex, well, besides the high nobility. She thinks they're dried out prunes.
        Dorien lowers the rest of his mouth over her flower, running his tongue along the petals and sometimes sucking them in between his soft lips to run his tongue along the edge. His hand slips inward to stroke her clit with his thumb while his tongue dips deeper. He uses his thumb and forefinger to roll the nub delicately, then eases off and just lets his thumb brush back and forth. Meanwhile his tongue probes her depths, lapping and flicking to press deep and then move on to a different location.
        Winneth murmurs "Mmmh... You're so good, Dorien!" She hopes he can give her as good oral and hand job as she gave him, she wants at least one big orgasm before starting to actually fuck, anything else than giving each other an orgasm while warming up is considered rude in the hollow. She knows he does not know their ways though, so she tells him. "Make me cum in your mouth?"
        Dorien grins and plants a single wet kiss on her mound. That was of course, already his plan. His tongue and fingers trade places now as two long digits slip inside her and his tongue finds her clit. His fingers circle her ring and then paw in a "come hither"-motion with just the tips, feeling for each smooth and folded area to find just the right spot. The rest of his mouth presses down to cover the top of her pussy in wet warmth.
        Winneth gasps for air as his fingers hits the right spot inside her pussy, while his tongue flicks over her clitoris. She pinches her nipples, and twists them, something she learned from Svedka. Together these things make her skyrocket towards her climax.
        Dorien senses the changes in her body and slips out his fingers, digging both hands under her ass to grip it tightly and lift her pussy to his waiting mouth. He holds her against his face and stretches his tongue as deep as it'll go, swirling it around.
        Winneth drops as fast from the reaches of climax as she went up as soon as he stops stimulating her, but she doesn't want to make him feel bad, so she keeps quiet about it. She lets his deep probing build her up again. She got to give him a hint, at least. "Please, play with my clitoris and asshole?"
        Dorien mmhmms, his efforts having missed the mark this time, but not wanting to have missed any of her juices as she seemed to be so close. His fingers and tongue trade back one more, the length of his fingers allowing two back inside while his thumb slips into her ass. Licking and slurping sounds echo up from the work of his lips and his tongue on her clit, sometimes pinning it between his lips for his tongue to flick, other times washing and whirling it back and forth and along its sides.
        Winneth moans as he returns to his earlier position, fingering, licking, and now dipping his thumb into her ass, but it's not enough, not even with her pinching and twisting her own nipples. She needs something more to climax now that the first failed her.
        Dorien eases his lips off her skin and moves to bite the area at her hip and inner thigh, enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. His fingers move in synchrony in and out of both of her lower orifices, pressing along their walls with a squeeze.
        Winneth breathes heavily, she's so close that she's about to climax any moment now. The biting is dangerously good, reminding her of Elves' bites. Any form of pain would probably make her dam burst.
        Dorien nips hard again, lower this time just next to her outer lips, and his free hand gives her clit a quick series of slapping spanks, the wetness adding to the sting. His other fingers piston in and out faster n' faster. "Cum for me Winneth", he urges.
        Winneth calls out a slowly rising tone, increasing in volume as she expels more and more air in the cry. She stops abruptly to inhale sharply, and then breaks into falsetto as she cries out "EatmypussynowI'mcumminnng!!" Her body shakes violently.
        Dorien grabs hold of her hips and covers her pussy with his eager mouth, lapping and even nipping at every bit of her sex between his lips as he drinks her down and eats her out. He only starts to slow down as her own shivers begin, when he lets out an "Mmmh!"
        Winneth's juices gushes out of her pussy, and right into his mouth. If her normal juices is sweet, her orgasm juices are like nectar. Eating cumberries does make Pixies sweet all the way through. She presses his head against her pussy as she lets him drink her.
        Dorien shoulders relax as he savors the delicious flavor, his hands slide along her thighs where he kneads and massages as he drinks long and deep, careful to lap up any juices that make it to his chin. He doesn't want to miss a single drop.
        Winneth breathes hard and fast, and she's sweating as if she's fan and exerted herself. Her vision is blurred as she looks around, but manages to see that hundreds of Pixies are watching them now, having put fucking and working aside to watch them fuck. "Look at our audience, Dorien. They clearly think you're good at what you do, being able to please an enchantress like that." Several of the Pixies murmurs agreement to Winneth's statement. She continues "Let's eat, and then continue?"
        Dorien is already eating, looking fully content. Okay, he's mostly done now, but he's still reeling from her flavour. He nods to her, slowly, resting his head against her thigh. "I had some guidance, thankye. Practice makes perfect though, aye?" He smiles and pushes himself up, drawing his knees in and moving to a standing position. He offers her his hand, smiling down at her.
        Winneth smiles, the flood from her pussy calming down. She sits up straight, and takes the offered hand. "That is true, but in that regard, you do not need much training." She grins now. "Do you like berries and fruit, or do you prefer meat?"
        Dorien says "Meat please." He lifts her gracefully to her feet "I like somethin' I can really sink me teeth into. M'definitely a carnivore, despite my feelings about eatin' things that talk!"
        Winneth looks to one of the herm Pixies who's watching them as she's turning away to return to her work. "Maple, bring us meats and the good wine." Maple nods, and flies off to fetch what Winneth told her to get. "You have to taste Pixie Nectar."
        Dorien's grin spreads and he licks his lips. "I thought I just did." He winks. "N' it's not somethin' I'll soon forget I promise ye that." He watches the tasked pixie go, and others that seem to be slowly returning to their own "business" now.
        Winneth giggles. "You're partially right, you did taste the main ingredient. We eat cumberries, the same which made you shrink down, and it makes our cum sweet. We collect it and ferment it, and then sprinkle it with Pixie dust for a magic trick. It's also the cumberries which make us so delectable for the Elves, but it's a good arrangement all in all." She hopes he has no problem with the meat the Pixies eat. "Ah, here she comes with the food and drink."
        Dorien nods. "Well it certainly does what it does well." He takes another look around at all the activity "S'quite the ecosystem ye've got goin' on here. D'ye ever get troubled by more'n visitors passin' through from th'jungle?" Dorien adds "Monsters n' such, I mean?"
        Winneth sits down, crossing her legs under herself. Maple brings a basket made of a large hazelnut shell, covered with a cloth. She places the cloth on the branch like a picnic blanket, and then places an acorn cap filled with steaming meat down on it. She then places two carefully crafted wood cups down, and fills them with the Pixie Nectar, the sweet smelling white wine made from fermented Pixie cum. Winneth takes a piece of meat, and eats a mouthful as Maple flies off.
        Winneth says "The portal in the clearing is in a place where monsters seem to stay away for some reason. But the occasional monster do come here, but they usually end up being eaten. The berries you ate make those from your world shrink. Too many berries, and you shrink down so much that you end up as bug food." She wonder if he's gonna ask where the meat comes from, and whether she should tell him the truth, or lie to him to ease his mind. "You were lucky you didn't eat more berries than you did."
        Dorien watches the careful placement of the meal, and it definitely reminds him of being in the company of royalty. Or of being royalty. Was he royalty? The sensations are vague but strong. "So they'd be easy t'deal with should they feast on th'berries!"
        Dorien nods and smiles at the explanation. He doesn't generally ask where his food comes from. It may be foolhardy but he'd consider it rude. Instead he takes a piece himself, and takes a bite. He chews on it awhile, trying to run a comparison against other meals he's eaten before - and there've been many. Without his memories though, it's almost impossible. "S'different" is all he can conclude.
        Winneth nods. "As you must have noticed, the berries sort of urges you to eat them, compelling your with their flashes. Some monsters do not touch the berries though, like the one we're eating now. Can you guess, or do you want to know what you're eating?" She eats a bit more, and drinks some of the Pixie Nectar, letting the fermented cum mix with the meat, making the flavors mix and enhance each other.
        Dorien's nose scrunches up slightly, but he takes a sip of the nectar to help wash the meat down. Is he eating animal or something else? The former seems more likely, but he's an optimist. "Animal?" he guesses as he swallows.
        Winneth smiles briefly. "She was a monster alright. She ate many of our little ones, so we killed her. Eat the adult, don't touch the kids. She was one of the kind you call Kitties. We have prepared her properly, of course, we got the best chefs. What do you think?" Dorien might or might not have known the girl.
        Dorien shrugs. He's a fan of capital punishment for suitably vicious crimes. He grins and helps himself to another piece, opening his mouth wide and dropping it in like a cat might a mouse. After a few chews and a swallow he adds "Seems right poetic t'me."
        Winneth nods. "Her name was Annabelle, quite a pretty girl, really. She made friends with the Elves though, and joined them on their hunt. She thought she'd hit jackpot when she managed to get into the oak tree. It's huge inside. Ate a dozen young ones." She eats more of Annabelle, and rinse down with the cum wine. She's soon full, and bursting with new energy.
        Dorien does the same, quite content to devour someone who had done more than her share of devouring in the first place. "Glad t'here our meal t'day was deservin', rather than just "unlucky".
        Winneth says "Well, she was both in a way. Besides for the occasional monster from your world, we normally eat animal meat, and in some cases Elf and other magical creatures. There's a Human town way to the south. The road there's blocked though, for good reasons."
        Dorien chuckles. "Aye! Wouldn't want us blasted humans comin' out here all th'time n' gettin' up in yer business! N' wouldn't want fer all o' them t'end up as dinner afterwards." He takes one last piece of meat and then leans back, resting on his hands.
        Winneth says "The problem is that Humans are outside the magic. They do not possess any, and they do not believe in it. Their science is killing our magic. It's fun to hunt them." She grins, and then giggles. "Imagine the horror of being eaten by fantasy creatures."
        Dorien has seen way too many inexplicable things in his lifetime, whether he remembers it or not, to consider anything to be outside of the realm of possibility. "So long as yer only huntin' folks that're doin' ye harm in turn, I can understand it. Would definitely come as a shock though t'suddenly be assaulted by somethin' from a storybook!"
        Winneth says "Imagine if you'd gone to the Elven city instead of the hollow, and then the cumberries' effect would kick in, shrinking you down. First you'd be caught in a net, then put in a cage. After some time as entertainment, you'd be used as a sex toy, and then eaten alive, swallowed whole. You were lucky, my friend. The elves does not care if you're Pixie or something else as long as you're the right size. They don't discriminate, nor do they care of your gender and sexual preferences."
        Dorien takes a deep breath and then lets it out in a half-sigh half-huff. The more they converse the more he's convinced that punching an elf might not be as reasonable a response, and stabbing multiple elves is re-emerging in the forefront of his thoughts for vague sometime-in-the-future plans. She's insisted that they have a symbiotic ecosystem, but it sounds more like the elves are just terrors to which the pixies have adapted to survive. "Well I'm glad I were full-sized when I popped me head in."
        Winneth says "Then you were lucky indeed. Well, I am full, at least in one way. Want to fill me in the other way?"
        Dorien smiles, a renewed flow of blood already making it's way between his legs. "Aye, that I do. Seems a fine dessert."
        Winneth looks at his growing cock, and grins wide. "That it does indeed." She moves closer, and pets it. "As my friend Svedka says it, Oh my, don't you look delectable."
        Dorien has at this time determined that he has not actually met Winneth before, regardless of his amnesia, so the mention of a familiar name comes as a bit of a surprise. As he thinks on Svedka's wings and other features though, it makes more sense.
        Dorien asks "Ye know Svedka?" as he responds to her touch growing harder still. He reaches over and pinches one of her nipples playfully as it seems only fair, and he hasn't had the chance to give them much attention yet.
        Winneth says "Oh, yes, I have bonded with her. She's my Mistress, and I am her pet, by your terms. I didn't know at the time when we bonded that she's not really a Fairy though, but I am glad I did it with her, and not another, regular, boring Fairy."
        Dorien laughs a little at this. "Aye, two words I would never use t'describe Miss Svedka are definitely regular or borin'!"
        Winneth wraps her fingers around the cock, and gives it a massage, masturbating it softly. She then turns and gets on her knees, then lays her upper body down on the branch, making her ass stick out towards him. Her clean shaven pussy invites him to enter.
        Dorien moves up behind her, having to kneel to make sure the positioning is right. He takes his cock in his own hand and rubs the swollen tip against her clit, coating it with a thin layer of precum. He then moves his hands to her soft smooth ass cheeks and eases his hips forward and slightly upward, making sure to sink all the way in. It's amazing how quickly she's become wet again. He gives her ass a sensual squeeze, holding there nice and deeply without straining.
        Winneth has in fact been wet all the time, just clenching her pussy shut with her hips. She moans deeply as his cock slips inside her. Pixies are naturally tight, even after child birth, so it's as good as impossible to tell if you don't know if she's a mother. She moves her arms so that they get under her breasts, and she kneads them, and massages her nipples to heighten the pleasure. "It's so big, Dorien. Please, fuck me hard?"
        Dorien gives another firmer squeeze and then a slap, recalling her enjoyment of her earlier treatment. "Mmm, yer nice n' tight" he purrs. He did notice. He starts a steady back and forth motion that begins as a rocking but works towards long thrusts. He starts to fuck her hard enough now for his groin and stomach to make a slapping sound against her ass. He gives her one more slap and then bears down on her, leaning his weight against her back. The new position allows his fingertips to find her clit.
        Winneth moans, the sound rising and sinking in pitch as he slams into her. She tries to bunt her ass against him as he thrusts to make him slam in even harder. His fingers on her clitoris feels so good, and makes her tingle all over. "You can fuck my ass if you want, if my pussy isn't tight enough for you, though I will do my best to make it tighter."
        Dorien groans and leans his head down against her back, bringing his free hand up to cup and massage her breast alongside her own hand. The thought of how tight her ass must be causes him to drip and throb, considering how good this already feels. He says "Mmm, I'm good right where I'm at" flicking his tongue out playfully, to the taste of slight salt on her back. "But if you're able t'make yerself tighter, I certainly won't stop ye." He can already feel almost every contour of her pussy as they pass along every smooth ridge of his thick cock again and again. He can even feel the head hitting her depths as she stretches to accommodate him.
        Winneth is barely able to move her wings, but she doesn't mind the awkward position. If they get bent out of natural angle they will simply fall off by themselves, though, should they be pulled out, it would be a bit painful. Elves usually pull the wings of the Pixies they catch, to prevent them from flying away, but not while caged though. She's been caught, and actually eaten many times, but as an enchantress she's immune to digestion, and got spells to escape safely. She tightens her pussy around his cock by clenching her inner walls, then releasing, but in such a way that it might be tight when going in, and loose when going out, or the other way, but not in sync with Dorien's thrusts. A trick Svedka taught her, as well as another for later.
        Dorien starts breathing heavily at the labor of his hard fucking, bringing his hips sometimes down and sometimes up at varying angles to hit different walls within her and provide the sensation of being filled even more thickly. He continues to rub at her clitoris and pinch and squeeze her breast and nipple, taking a bite now at the base of one of her wings, but holding it there pinned, quite the opposite of pulling.
        Winneth rolls her upper body slightly to the side away from his hand so that he gets better access to her breast, his fingers will get wet with her milk when he touches the nipple directly. Her breath almost matches his, the thrusts driving air out of her, but from the tremors going through her, it's irregular. The constant thumping her skull gets from the vibrations going up her spine, and the lack of proper oxygen to her brain makes her dizzy. Having already had a big orgasm, this one builds up fast. She says "I don't know how long I can hold back if you keep pounding me like this, Dorien. We must change position, if you don't want me to cum very soon."
        Dorien accepts the offered breast, squeezing more milk from it as he massages and pulls at both the mound and nipple. Her suggestion only serves to make him redouble his efforts, grunting now as he fucks her relentlessly. "That's exactly uhn! what I want mh! you t'do." She's got fairy dust after all right? The mix of the berries and the wine and her wine have his own orgasm fast approaching. He continues to hammer against her body with wet slapping sounds and rub her clit hard, adding in the occasional spanking as his motions rock and jostle both of their bodies, getting as deep with each hard pump as he can.
        Winneth says "Then don't hold back, Dorien." She moans, and make herself even tighter, she won't be able to hold it like this too long, but hopefully it's enough. "Fuck me 'til I get splinters!"
        Dorien was already obliging. His other hand releases her clit to grab her other breast and pinch the nipple hard. This may slow her orgasm but it also allows him to have a better grip so that he can cluth both of her breasts with arms at her sides and pull her down onto his cock to the base even as his hips slam back against her ass.
        Winneth hardly notices that his hand leaves her clit. As she's grabbed by both breasts from behind, and lifted slightly to be slammed against his cock, she's hangs pretty limp forward. She lost control to keep focused, just reveling in pleasure from fucking. She squeals "Don'tholdbaaaaack!"
        Dorien is able to straighten somewhat now, lifting her even further so that he's using gravity to help slam her down onto his throbbing meat. With a few more determined grunts he grows quiet then sinks his teeth into her neck just above the shoulder, growling low. He continues lifting her and pulling her back down as his cock starts to spasm and spurt inside her. Each shot of cum follows a ripple through his cock and afterwards is pushed deep inside by the next thrust.
        Winneth cries out in orgasm as Dorien bites her neck, and it thrashes through her body as he keeps fucking her. Her pussy spasms wildly on his cock, and when she feel the twitch and feels the vibration of semen rushing from the cock toward her pussy, she cries out unintelligible words, almost sounding like a spell, and then slumps down. Her blood drips down on the branch from her neck.
        Dorien lets her body lower slightly, his own leaning forward to a slightly more restful position. He still cups her breasts in his palms and holds her body in his arms as he continues draining into her, slower now. His breath is fast and deep. He releases the grip of his teeth, nuzzling at her back between her wings where his cheek rests. His eyes close and he hasn't yet noticed that he pierced her skin enough to draw blood.
        Winneth is pretty out of it, and the orgasm has blocked the pain from the bite to be registered. She's barely conscious. If she was more alert, she would notice that even more Pixies are gathered around them now, several hundreds. Maple is washing Winneth's wound carefully, and sprinkles some Pixie dust over it to make it heal. Several of the Pixies has clearly cum from watching them, and they are reluctant to return to their duties. It's not every day Winneth fucks in public.
        Dorien's eyes slowly ease open when he senses activity about, he straightens the upper half of his body and investigates what's going on. "Oh... Uhhh. Winneth, are ye okay?" he releases his hold on her breasts and places one hand gently at the should that the shoulder* that wasn't injured. Hr realizes he's still inside her. Should he pull out? He looks up to the one tending her wounds. "Maple... is she alright?"
        Winneth manages to push herself back against him, as if she doesn't want him to pull out. Maple looks at her, and says "She's fine, just exhausted, but I think she just told you not to pull out of her. And her shoulder is fine, we're used to being bitten."
        Dorien laughs softly and wryly at that. "Aye fair enough, though I don't intend to have her fer dinner..." He feels her body press back against his and twitches inside her in response, almost hard again, really, if he ever really stopped. He’s definitely happy staying right where he is, trapped in that hot tight tunnel.
        Winneth snickers, or it might be a weak cough. Maple says "Oh, she wouldn't mind. Enchantress Winneth is immune to digestion. If you ask her, I am sure she will let you eat her... or eat you if you want that. She's got powerful magic."
        Dorien has only ever eaten bugs live, himself. If that's something Winneth would enjoy he'd be willing to do it. Probably would be pretty tricky unless he turned back to normal size though. "Aye, I've noticed... About th'magic." He runs his fingers through her hair. "Any idea what she was sayin' when I uh... peaked? I don't speak pixie I'm afraid."
        Maple says "Oh, that was a spell, the words goes something like Grant him the gift to shrink and grow wings, and summon the portal when he wishes. It rhymes in the archaic tongue."
        Dorien laughs heartily, the shaking of his body felt all through and against Winneth's as well. To be honest he'd sort of forgotten about the portal, and getting home... "Aye? Well that's perfect then! A way home n' a bonus too!"
        Winneth is slowly coming to. She tries to turn without getting off the cock, and with a little help she would manage to rotate on the cock. It might not be super stiff, but hard enough for the spin. She mumbles "Hey you... That was incredible."
        Dorien looks a bit surprised, but he supposes it makes some sense too. He smiles down at her. "Hey there... glad yer conscious. N' aye, that it was." He uses her new position to massage her breasts, tender and slow, now, almost milking them. He says "Maple explained that I can make me way back home now. Thanks fer that."
        Winneth smiles at him, and murmurs "Thank you", before she stops him from talking with a deep kiss. Once it's done, she says "All you have to do is to wish to shrink or grow, and the portal will hold open for you only, and any you touch."
        Dorien nods, running his hands along her sides and still just smiling back, the taste of her kiss fresh on his lips. He'd be lying if he said that wasn't a bit of a workout for himself!
        Winneth looks him deep in the eyes, and says "Dorien... I want you to eat me. Don't worry, I will be fine. If you want to chew, please don't do it too hard. I... just want to feel you inside, and you to feel me inside you. Next time we can reverse it."
        Dorien nods. He definitely won't be chewing. He understands that her magic would likely protect her, but that's not something it sounds fun to test out. "Aye, I'd like that." He leans down to lick as one of her breasts and then brush his fingers along her cheek. "First I think I'll need t'grow back though, n' before that." He looks slightly disappointed. "I should prolly pull out!"
        Winneth says "Of course, silly. It'd be impossible when we're the same size, and yes, that would be good, unless you want me to literally rip apart." She stands up, lifting off the cock. "Let's fly down to the ground. You need to get dressed anyway."
        Dorien has forgotten all about his clothes. Seems he's forgotten a lot of things. Winneth has had a powerful effect... He stands too "Right. Clothes!" He looks down at where they dropped. "Arright. I think I can make that." It seems so far away!
        Winneth is already on the way down, but stops in mid air, hovering. She looks up at him on the branch. "That's just because you're small. The ability to fly comes innately with the wings." She continues, and stops by the ground, hovering about five feet above ground. "And with the size, you just think about growing, or shrinking. In your world you might have to focus hard on it."
        Dorien leaps off to follow, and she's right, it comes easy as a breeze. It's quite liberating actually. Soon he's landed near his clothes and he's working at getting them back on. Once dressed, he floats up just enough to give Winneth one last long deep kiss, then closes his eyes and begins to grow. The process happens fairly quickly, aided by the magic of this world. Soon he's at a more familiar comfortable size.
        Winneth flies close to his face, and says "Open your mouth, please."
        Dorien does as he's asked, opening as widely as he can without straining. He tries to follow her with his eyes as best he can.
        Winneth flies close, and slips her legs into his mouth. "Now close your lips, and suck me in. Take your time, and suck me clean. I promise your cum will taste good as well now."
        Dorien leans forward just slightly, tilting his chin up before closing his lips around her legs, his tongue dancing across her feet. He runs it around each leg, across her thighs and calves, careful not to bite down all the while.
        Winneth moans as he licks and sucks her feet and legs, and then her thighs. What now seems like a thousand Pixies are watching them.
        Dorien does take his time, eventually sucking her in just a little further bringing her legs to either side of her waiting tongue. He washes it up and down between them, middle, front, and back. Small as she is he can still taste her nectar.
        Winneth squirms, and presses her palms against his lips. Not to prevent him from eating her, but to prevent that he does it too quickly. "That's so incredibly good, Dorien. Thanks for being willing to eat me."
        Dorien rolls her in his lips so that she's facing downward, and her wings slip beneath his upper lip even as he can feel her breasts and tiny nipples against his lower. Her new position allows his tongue to slide back and forth across her stomach and lower half, which he does slowly at first. Sometimes he sucks in while holding her pinned in his lips so she can feel the pressure pulling her back towards his throat without actually causing her to slip further in.
        Winneth gasps as she slips in further. Even if she can use her magic to get out, being eaten is always highly erotic to her. If she had a cock, it would be raging hard now. Her pussy leaks out both his own cum, as well as her juices, new ones added constantly.
        Dorien releases her just slightly the next time he sucks at her, catching her again so just her head and shoulders are exposed. His tongue can reach even higher now, and a low "mmm" of satisfaction escapes him, vibrating against her. Soon he sloshes the tip of his tongue between her breasts against her chest, rubbing back and forth, then back down between her legs for more of their sweet juices.
        Winneth shivers, and breathes hard and fast. She cums hard, her tiny pussy gushing out on his tongue. She cries out "Eat me, Dorien! Swallow me now!" She inhales deeply. She doesn't need to, she can generate air, but it's... part of the illusion.
        Dorien lips the clutch of his lips and swallows her down, her gushing pussy helping lubricate the journey down his soft wet throat. She's still a bit larger of a mouthful than he used to though, so he has to swallow a few times as his throat sphincter and esophagus work her down.
        Winneth moans in orgasm as she slips down. She quickly cast a protection spell over herself with a thought, touching her pendant to make it work unvoiced and instantly. She falls into the stomach, breathing the air caught in her protective barrier. She grins. "Can you hear me, Dorien? I'm in now. It's nice in here. Cozy and so comfortable."
        Dorien looks down at his chest at the muffled sound. He can hear it, if he concentrates. So much for not eating things that don't talk! "Aye" he confirms and nods, even though she can't see it. "Glad ye made a safe trip. I must say ye were exquisite."
        Winneth adjust her position, and relaxes. Since stomach acid won't affect her, she could stay for hours, as long as she want, actually, without Dorien being able to do anything about it. She's not sure how long she's welcome though. "You know… If you want, you can portal back to the jungle, and carry me around without anyone knowing. I can masturbate in here, if that's okay with you."
        Dorien says "Mmm" picturing her naked and masturbating "Well it's fine by me. Makes me sad I don't have any taste buds in me stomach." He chuckles, rumbling her around inside him "Shall we go now?"
        Winneth says "I could... try to bring some of my cum into your mouth with a little magic. I have to think out a new spell for it though, as it's something I never have done before. And please do, but say bye for me to the others first. Tell them I will be back later."
        Dorien looks a little unsure on that last part, wondering how the rest of the pixies will handle the news that he's absconding with their enchantress. Nevertheless he makes his way over closer to the tree once more. "Ahmm... Ahoy Pixies!" he begins. "Yer Enchantress is safe. She's inside me.... n' that's a pretty safe place t'be. I don't let any monsters near me belly. Hell, I try not t’let em scuff me jacket..." Yer gettin' off topic "So ahh... We're gonna go on a field trip. She wanted me t'say g'bye for her. So, fair winds!" he waves as a portal opens behind him. He smiles slightly nervously and looks around to see how his announcement was received.
        Winneth smiles at his clumsy speech. Some of the Pixies seems a tad worried, but Maple comes flying over, and says "That's okay, we know she always comes back." She seems overly confident in her own words.
        Dorien nods, confident now in his own following words. "Aye, I'll be sure o' that!"
        Winneth says "Okay, with the portal, it's the same as changing size and flying. Here it's gonna be natural for you because of the latent magic in our world, in yours you have to focus on it. Just think of the portal, and where you want to go. Don't try to go to places you've never been before. I am ready when you are. Just remember that the butterfly in your stomach is real this time."
        Dorien nods again - it's a tough habit to break! "Aye, I understand." He offers one more sweeping wave to the pixies nearby, turns, and walks through the portal.

The end?