Alina was took extra efforts to be careful as she lifted the watch glass free of the casing, her arms shaking slightly at the weight. A Pixie had brought the "Watch" as he'd said the humans called it just that morning. Of course Alina had needed to trade a few favors for it, but it was all in the name of greater knowledge. Though thanks to greater knowledge she was pretty sure she'd be tasting pixie spunk for some time yet. She licked her lips unconsciously as the carefully set the glass down beside the watch on her worktable. Taking a moment to brush her long wavy hair back from her face and carefully making a loose bun on her right side, clipping it in place with her hairpin. Ina had taught her she could still look pretty while working, she'd been the one to teach her the style. The hairpin however was her pride and joy. It was a clip on stud that an industrious young Pixie by name of Hagre had found at the nearby campgrounds in Alina's first year. It had been her obsession with the stud that started the ball rolling with her interest in humans. She'd been so awed by it's beauty that the Pixie had made her a trade of sorts for it.
It was a first time for a few things, she'd been younger and inexperienced then. But not shy, not if it meant getting that stud. The pair of them had been like rabbits for nigh on a week before he'd given it to her. And he'd been sure to weasel his way into trying every hole and every position Alina had to offer. Though she'd never say she got the poor end of the deal, Hagre had been no slouch in making sure they were both happy. On top of that he was far better hung than a little of Faeries knew. They'd ended up becoming quite good friends over the next few months, Hagre growing as enamored with her as she was with the many trinkets he brought back from patrols. It had been quite a shock to her when he died in the accident, ran through by another pixie's poorly aimed thrust as their patrol battled a Faerie Spider. A sad day all in all.
But other Pixie's had been quick to take his place and trade items for acts with the lovely Alina. On the surface she didn't have the most impressive of bodies, her breasts of average size and her legs not particularly long. But what she did have was well shaped, her body lithe and soft. Her average breasts pert and supple, and well matched. Her ass high and tight, and her legs graceful. And a face beautiful enough to get just about whatever she wanted from Pixie's and most Faeries. Faerie's complimented her on her pretty green eyes with their long lashes, and her cute button like nose. But Pixie's seemed to prefer her full lips wrapped about their cocks. Alina always said it helped to have the right tools for the job. And more often than not in Faerie society, the best tools were a pretty face and a stellar body.
Alina was still admiring her reflection in the glass when Gwendy came sliding into the room, nearly crashing through Alina's table in the process. An excited and more than a little hopeful look in the young Faerie's eyes.
"Alina!" She started, trying to compose herself. "Ina said your going to a human place?!" Gwendy looked like she could barely contain her excitement at the thought.
"I am." Alina replied carefully, knowing full well the younger Faerie was going to try and weasel her way into coming along.
"Please, Take me with you?" Gwendy asked, trying her puppy dog eyes on her. "I promise to be careful, and maybe I can help."
Alina sighed, getting the feeling that convincing the Faerie she was too young and untested to go that far from the warrens was going to be a tougher task than she was in the mood for. And she was more than a little annoyed that Gwendy had found out about it. She had been especially careful about who she told of her little expedition.
"Look Gwendy," Alina said carefully, "Where I'm going is very dangerous, and experience is of the utmost importance." She paused to let that sink in, "I can't have myself worrying about what might happen to you while we're out ther-."
"But you won't!" Gwendy cut her off, "Ina said Brea's coming, she'll make sure we're safe." Gwendy's hopeful expression had quickly lapsed into a rebellious one.
So Ina had told her, that made sense. Ina was particularly fond of Brieselle's younger sister, the amateur stylist loved the younger Faerie's long silky green hair. And Gwendy was more than happy to let Ina practice on her. Today Ina had braided some of Gwendy's hair into a delicate banded crown above her bangs, tying back into a loose ponytail but leaving her bangs free. No doubt Ina had told Gwendy of Alina's plans while working on that. The young Faeries ponytail bobbed as she nodded her head to each of the many well rehearsed reasons as to why Alina should bring her along. It was only the last however that caught her attention.
"And on top of all that," Gwendy said with an impish grin, "Ina said you owe her a favor for showing you how to do that with your hair." She pointed at Alina's head as if having caught her in a criminal act. Alina wincing as though she had. She hadn't expected Ina to call in her favor so soon, and certainly not like this. She realized she might have to take Gwendy along after all, nearly groaning at the thought.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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