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on: July 04, 2019, 04:59:31 PM
The last of the stories I put up on Kristen's Archive, and the only one I posted there while living in the town I am now. Shortly after this, if knowledge serves, KA started having issues in regards to posting content, so I moved here, and posted the first chapter of Liana (which reminds me, I need to finish the last chapter of that, given it's on my list).

Now, just a little warning, there is a fair bit of jumping back and forth in time in this story, all in flashback form.

Now, the disclaimer before we get into things:
This story is a work of fiction, and therefore has no basis in real life. Any similarity to real life events are completely coincidental.


Calanthe woke from her deep slumber and fluttered her translucent, foggy-white wings. Her 5'4" hourglass frame was naked, her short, shimmering white dress laying on the floor next to the bed. She was lying face-down on top of a man 6' tall, her head, hands and 34C breasts upon his chest. But, more importantly, the man's 8" cock was completely inside the slit between her legs, and still hard. This last revelation gave her shivers of the enjoyable kind, and she smiled and quietly moaned, as she laid herself down again on top of the man, who was now stirring from his sleep.

"Good morning, beautiful," Michael said, still slightly tired, but still able to stroke the faerie's golden blonde hair.

"Mmmm, hey," Calanthe returned the greeting, and raised herself slightly before shifting up to his lips for a kiss. As she moved, she felt his cock slowly withdraw from her, making her moan breathlessly. Once she was certain she could move without being further stimulated, she leaned down again and gave him the deepest, most sensuous kiss. "Can we just"—she stopped as she moved back down his body, his cock making its way back inside her highly sensitive cavern, making her moan again, this time a little more audibly and higher-pitched—"can we just stay in bed?"

Michael smiled. "Of course," he responded, and put his head back on the pillow, remembering what had happened the day they met each other.

***

He had had a terrible day at work. His boss had been an utter bastard, and he just wanted to get out of there (which he did). He caught his usual subway home, and sat himself down, glad to finally be free of the torture again.

It was the first stop after he got on that provided the greatest surprise for him. A young girl, looking about 23 or 24, stepped on the train. She had on what looked like a white, satin silk short dress, which seemed to shimmer, even in the crappy artificial light the subway train and station both offered. The bottom hem was jagged unevenly, like a zigzag that in itself was going in a zigzag.

She was 5'4", measurements 32.5-22.75-32.5 (he had figured them out in his head), and her breasts were an evident C cup. And she was beautiful, so much so that she seemed to make all other girls pale in comparison; he could almost say that she was perfect. But what was the most interesting were the wings that sat on her back: white, translucent, gauzy, with evident veins across the surface of each wing, almost like the wings of a butterfly or moth. He had assumed at that point that the wings were a prop, and that she was wearing the costume just to be "eclectic". That didn't stop him, however, from going over to talk to her, after she had sat down on the bench opposite him.

"Hey," he greeted her, immediately regretting that he couldn't come up with something more eloquent.

"Hi," she returned the greeting.

"Where are you headed to?"

"Not sure," the young girl responded. "I was just thinking of getting on, and just seeing where it would take me."

"Well, I get off at the next stop, maybe you could join me," Michael suggested, realizing very quickly that he couldn't've sounded more creepy if he tried.

Her response, however, was even more surprising. "Okay, cool. I'll get off with you then."

"You know, normally someone wouldn't've accepted that invitation, let alone someone as cute as you."

The girl's face turned a fairly noticeable (albeit light) shade of red. "Really? You think I'm cute?"

"Well," Michael tried to cover himself, unsuccessfully, "I'd actually go so far as to call you beautiful, actually. Very much so." This last comment made the young girl blush more obviously than before.

***

Just thinking of this scene had caused Michael to place his hands on Calanthe's ass, grabbing it slightly, and begin slowly pushing her up and down his shaft. This, of course, made her moan, again in a high pitch, from the feeling within her sensitive love tunnel as his cock moved inwards and out. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed over, her face twisted in ecstacy, her mouth forming a near-perfect circle. Michael raised a hand from her ass and place it on one of her luscious breasts, the nipple situated perfectly between his thumb and forefinger.

Michael lifted himself off the bed, Calanthe's body following him, her body still shaking from even the most miniscule ministration of his cock inside her sex. She held herself close to him, not wanting to separate from her human lover. Her wings even flitted as her body pressed itself against his upright torso, her legs straddling around his hips and lap, her head sideways on his chest. His memory went back again.

***

"You know, all this conversation, and I still don't know your name," Michael noted, as they walked from the train station. Within the space of a few minutes, he had met this eccentric young woman, with her shimmering white dress and gauzy wings, convinced her to get off at the same station as him, and now they were walking to his home, together.

"Calanthe," she responded.

"Unusual name, never heard that one before."

"Yeah. How about you?"

"Michael. Pretty plain and common."

"I don't know, I quite like your name, Michael-pretty-plain-and-common." Calanthe smiled cheekily. That little quip caused Michael to chase Calanthe around, seemingly to get her back for her comment. He managed to corner her, the pair of them still laughing, however the laughter slowly subsided as he leaned in and kissed her. She didn't back away, either, but her wings flitted as they kissed.

And he noticed after they parted. "They're real, aren't they?"

Calanthe nodded, feeling like she had just been found out. "Are you mad at me? For not telling you?"

"No," he responded, placing a hand up to her face. "But tell me one thing: are you a faerie?"

"Yes."

"And how old are you really?"

"Twenty-four."

Michael cupped Calanthe's face in both his hands, noticing she was going to cry. He kissed her again. "Can I say you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?" She didn't respond verbally, just smiled and kissed him again. "And, my place is just inside there." He pointed up to a window just above them.

***

Michael and Calanthe separated their lips again, her wings again fluttering in the midlight, their bodies still connected. Michael leaned down to Calanthe's naked breasts, kissing each nipple before taking one into his mouth, his hands moving down to her hips and gripping them. The thrill it gave Calanthe made her move again, again recommencing the stimulating penetration that she had felt so many times before the previous night.

***

As soon as they had gotten in the door, the pair had recommenced their deep and sensuous kissing. Neither of them knowing where they were going, they managed to crash into Michael's couch, Michael trying his hardest to avoid Calanthe's wings (he only just did). They returned to the kiss, Michael slowly removing Calanthe's silken dress from her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to the air. He raised a hand to one of them, rubbing the nipple between the thumb and forefinger. Her hand went down towards her lover's trouser zipper, rubbing the area around it, feeling as he grew hard at the attention.

Michael broke the kiss, but only long enough to kiss down her neck towards her breast, sucking in the nipple, as his other hand now played with the opposing breast. Her fingers entwined in his hair, the physical manipulations on her breasts sending small shivers along her body.

"Please, stop for the moment," Calanthe managed to whisper amidst the sensations. Michael did, but he was confused as to why. "Take me to your bed, please."

He simply complied, picking the faerie up in his arms and carrying her towards the bedroom, her arms wrapped around his neck.

***

Calanthe quickly found herself on her back again in the bed, her wings pinned underneath her in the bed, as Michael loomed over her. He had pulled out of her, albeit briefly, as his cock quickly reinserted itself into her, making her squeal as her pussy quickly became filled and stimulated in the one movement. The pair kissed again, as he began slowly pistoning inside her, causing her to squirm ecstatically underneath him.

She finally managed to get a few words out: "I've...ahh! Been here once... mmmm! before..."

He knew what she meant.

***

Gently down she went, Michael placing her slowly onto the bed. Her dress still hung below her shoulders, slightly exposing her breasts, but not her nipples. She still shook slightly, as the air drifted across the exposed skin of her breasts.

Again, the kisses continued, as her dress again left her shoulders completely, exposing her nipples to the air again. But Michael was quick to break the kiss, as he moved down to between the faerie's legs.

He had just removed her panties, exposing her sweet sex when she stopped him. "Please, let me give you something first. Lay down." Again, he could but comply, as she turned herself over onto her hands and knees, and began removing his trousers and pants, exposing his hardening cock to her. She then leaned down, and took the length into her mouth.

***

Calanthe wrapped her legs around Michael's hips, hoping to push him further into her. Each movement made her want to close her legs around him tighter and quicker, the sensations were so much, and she only just managed to keep herself from doing so. Instead, she leaned up slightly and kissed her lover passionately, wriggling underneath him as she did so, to keep the good feelings going.

***

The feeling of her mouth around his shaft was like heaven to him. And, for someone so small, she was taking it so deep too, as more and more of his length disappear into her mouth and down her throat. Soon all eight hardened inches was inside her mouth, pleasuring him with her tongue and lips as they circled around the shaft. As one hand circled the base of the shaft, the other played with his balls, moving them around in her palm and fingers.

Her manipulations of his cock soon became too much for him, as he felt the cum building up inside his balls, and make its slow trip up the shaft. Finally, the first spurt came out, and went straight from his cock down her throat.

***

It didn't take long before the cum sitting in Michael's balls moved up through his cock, and eventually it was coating the inside of Calanthe's pussy walls, the feeling sending her over the orgasmic edge as her own washed over her. Her back arched, pushing her 34C breasts up and out, the nipples hardened like little pencil erasers, her eyes were closed, mouth opened, and feet were extended as far as they could go. Her legs clamped tight around his hips, keeping her as much inside as possible. Her wings were flat across her back, fluttering and shaking quickly.

The final memory of last night came to him as he came down from their combined orgasmic ride.

***

Calanthe removed her wonderful mouth from his organ after his last spurt spilled down her throat. She sneaked up his body, until her until now untouched pussy was floating above his still-hard cock. He took hold of her hips, and began lowering her down, as she held his shaft upright towards her sex. The cockhead touched her lips, and all Michael had to do was push a little bit, and the cockhead slipped in, making her squeal.

He was quick to stop, worried. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she consoled. "I—we, as a race—have very sensitive pussies. We can literally feel everything that happens in there. And every movement you make literally feels like a thousand massaging fingers inside us. A small movement is like ecstasy to us. So please, keep going, and don't worry about me."

He slowly kept pushing her down, a long, high-pitched moan coming out of her mouth as he did so. Soon his entire length was inside her. She wriggled slightly, her body shaking as she did so, as his cock moved around inside her, her wings flittering. He started moving her upon him, each movement leading to her letting out a light moan and slight shiver, as she said, like she had a thousand fingers lightly massaging the inside of her.

His movements occasionally made him shiver as well, all the way down through his cock, which in turn made her get even more stimulated. The thrusts got harder, her stimulation increased, and in turn so did his, as her shivers became more noticeable to his sense of feeling.

Then the grand event happened between them. Michael's cum-filled balls began pushing their fill up through his shaft for the second time that night, and into her pussy, the feelings from each ejaculation providing her with previously unknown feelings of ecstacy and pleasure, and soon she was also experiencing her own orgasm.

Once both had subsided, Calanthe fell upon her human lover, her breasts crushed between her body and his, her wings angled upon her back. Her voice was very weak as she spoke, "Thank you." And, with Michael stroking her hair, she fell asleep straddling his body.

And she woke up the next morning, still straddling her lover, with his cock still hard and deep inside her.

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