Cum Girl’s Faerie Tales: Yolanda and the Sprite Author’s Note: There is a vanity about faeries and it is their preference to tell tales about themselves. I have narrated this story as I heard it from Yolanda. I hope you enjoy it. Cum Girl x The pain was intense; fixed in her abdomen it sent forth slithers of agony making Yolanda’s body twitch within her comfy bedding. It had started late in the afternoon; a dull rumbling rolling around her stomach, occasionally exacerbated by sharp cramps. Yolanda have decided that she was ill; that perhaps the Acorn Cutlet she’d eaten at lunch had been seasoned with too much Sage and that an early night and a good sleep would soon restore her to full health.How wrong she had been. Now, surrounded by the gentle sounds of fairy slumber, Yolanda tossed in her bed as the troublesome rumbling continued to shake her slender frame. What time was it? Rolling onto her back she scanned the night skies taking in the familiar heavenly shapes. There was no sign of pre-dawn light as yet and from the stars configuration Yolanda reckoned that dawn was still some hours away.This time the stab of pain bought a gasp to her lips and left her panting afterwards. To her left she heard Camilla stir in her sleep, could hear her mumbling to herself. “Probably dreaming about talking to birds again,” thought Yolanda to herself, somewhat dismissively. Yolanda was one of the eldest faeries in the adolescent dormitory and increasingly her mind turned to joining adult faerie society. Camilla on the other hand was one of the youngest and still wrapped up in the pleasures of the young; cultivating the forest, talking with birds and animals, listening to the jangle of bluebells … things that Yolanda now considered “babyish”.Maybe someone had done this to her. Maybe someone had planted pumpkin seeds coated with faerie dust in her soup, maybe she had a pumpkin growing in her right now; or worse a squirrel. She was sure she could remember some tale were a malignant faerie had; no this was silly. She didn’t have a squirrel or pumpkin growing inside her, but there was some magic here she didn’t understand.Quite where the thought came from Yolanda couldn’t say. One minute her mind was full of squirrels, pumpkins and Camilla sucking hungrily on her thumb; the next she had a vision of herself soaring across a meadow, the wind filling her wings as she tracked and hunted; but what? What was it scurrying through the undergrowth far beneath her? Yolanda shielded her eyes from the sun, peered down at the rustling brush, Ankara escort and espied an upright, furry, brown creature scuttling furtively. A Sprite; it was a Sprite. She should go Sprite hunting.Instantly, as if in approval of the thought, the pain in her stomach ceased and a singular calmness settled over her. That was better; she could get some sleep now and then perhaps in the morning she’d talk to Godmother Swinina about sprites and what…The pain was horrific; bringing tears to Yolanda’s eyes, causing her nose to run and leaving her stood at the side of her bed clutching her stomach and wiping at her streaming face.”Okay, okay. I’ll go Sprite hunting first thing in the morning just let me get a few hours’ sleep.” As soon as the words left her mouth Yolanda knew they were inappropriate. That restful slumber was not to be hers that night and whatever it was trapped inside her would allow her no more sleep. Sighing, she threw on her dress, straightened her bed and, throwing baleful glances at the happily dreaming forms of her friends, headed off to go sprite hunting.Poor Yolanda; it had been such a frustrating morning. If the truth be told, she really knew nothing at all about sprites and really had no idea as to how or where to begin hunting them. She had wandered aimlessly through the forest, head lowered, eyes fixed on the floor as if deep in thought. At first she tried tracking; peering at the debris of leaves, twigs, beech and acorn kernels for any sign of Sprites passing, but if she’d seen anything she hadn’t recognised it for what it was and for most of the morning she meandered with a miserable mien across her face, dragging her feet and kicking up little dust trails as she passed.The good news was the pain had subsided. In fact, it wasn’t really a pain anymore; more a deep pleasurable thrum lighting up Yolanda’s whole body with sensation. Her neck prickled, the fine downy hair on her shoulders and back was erect, vibrating beneath the sun’s touch, her small breasts ached and the tiny nubs of her nipples pushed hard against the thin fabric of her dress, caressing themselves endlessly against the material’s soft touch, whilst her lower stomach tingled as a never ending drumbeat of sensation played within her and between her legs. Well in truth, Yolanda, didn’t really know what was happening between her legs. One moment it was awash with butterfly caresses, the next she would be overcome by a series of fierce spasms that would make her legs shake and leave her panting. Ankara escort bayan All the while she was dribbling; an unstoppable, endless flow of moisture was seeping from her, sliding down her legs, leaving her thighs soaking, shiny, and aromatic.She felt unclean; this liquid, her liquid, the liquid coating her nether regions had a strange musty smell. It felt thick in her nostrils, reminded her of bodies that had lay too long asleep or danced until their skin had glowed and small droplets of moisture had formed. It wasn’t like the clean, fresh waters of a stream or the morning dew. It was brackish and when she tasted it … well how was she to know what it was if she didn’t hold it up to the her nose or reach out with her tongue to lick some off her finger … she’d noticed that it tasted thick and sticky like honey but with a warm, salty, slightly stale flavour. She’d tried to clean herself with her hand, but every time she wiped the liquid away, a spasm shook her body and fresh juices seeped down to replace what she’d removed.Actually, although the flavour was a bit strange at first she was beginning to enjoy it and was happily sucking and licking at the three liquid coated fingers that seemed to have become near permanent residents in her mouth as she wandered along.Suckling happily at her fingers, Yolanda, barely notice the thinning of the trees as she approached the forest edge, and she passed down amongst the thick long stems of the meadow grasses. Butterflies fluttered about her, bees zipped past on important business, crickets and grasshoppers chirruped out greetings but Yolanda was unaware of anything beyond the steadily building crescendo of her own bodily needs.If she was wet before, she was drenched now; where her fingers had once tasted pleasant now they seemed coated in nectar; where once her skin had been happily caressed by the breeze now it burned at its touch. Now her breasts throbbed and her nipples were a thousand pinpricks of delight. And between her legs … oh most majestic Titania … between her legs was an inferno, every step a tumult of throbbing, quivering, aching, and spasming pleasure; every step leaving her breathless beneath the baking midday sun.Quite how she got to the stream she did not know. The journey from forest to waters edge was a blur, but she had never been more pleased to see water in her whole life. Fortunately, the stream had a little sand beach and Yolanda fell to her knees, formed a cup with her hands and sated her Escort Ankara thirst with the clean fresh water.Kneeling, hands clasped helpless in front of her, droplets of water trickling down her face, droplets of cum streaking her thighs, Yolanda never saw him until he was stood over her, till his reflections sat beside hers in the ever-changing mirror of the water’s surface, till his hand was in her hair turning her towards him.He was magnificent. A little bigger than herself and certainly broader, his skin sun bronzed with just a fine layer of brown fur, his arms and legs muscled, his hands strong, with talon like claws on their ends, making her shrink back a little in fear. She looked up at his face, tried to read his intentions, but it was indecipherable, though rather pleasant to gaze upon.Yolanda had found her Sprite.She was transfixed. Kneeling on all fours before him she found herself unable to move, found herself lost in his green and hazel flecked eyes, found herself with gaping mouth awaiting him.Something came between them. Something grew out the thick fur between his legs. Something long and thick and smooth, gradually yet steadily expanded out until it hung in mid-air before Yolanda’s face. Hung their demanding recognition, demanding attention, demanding that she … what should she do?She could see that the shiny, bulbous end seemed to be coated in moisture and that there was a thin slit with fine dew trickling down the head to form a pearlescent droplet on the underside of her Sprite’s protuberance. With the taste for her own moisture still fresh in her mouth, Yolanda couldn’t help but wonder whether this new liquid would be so delightfully flavoured. Without a second thought she began to extend her tongue. Her heart thumped noisily inside her chest at the excitement, the danger, the tension. She was quite helpless knelt like this and had no idea how he would react but that single droplet looked so tempting, so tasty, so in need of a hungry little mouth to savour it.There Yolanda knelt, hands and knees covered in dust, her tongue poised no more than hair’s breadth beneath his dewy moisture. She shut her eyes, held herself steady and slowly started to glide her tongue upwards. Upwards till she felt the droplet collect amongst her saliva, upwards so that she might feel his soft brown fur, upwards so that she could slide her tongue over his shiny end collecting more moisture along the way, upwards so that she could press her tongue into his tiny slit and lap at the liquid held within, upwards till she passed over the top of his stiff shaft and her tongue hovered once again in mid-air. Her Sprite moaned; a long exhalation of breath squeezed out between quivering lips.He tasted … Yolanda’s mind searched frantically for the answer. He tasted as she tasted; yet more so or may be less.