Explore her mouth (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
You fly in front of her face, hovering low enough for her to still look where she's going.
"What are you...?" Eleanor asks.
You touch your tiny hands to the corners of her mouth. You look over your shoulder. The other elves don't seem to have noticed you.
"Open up," you whisper.
The girl smiles, pulling the corners of her mouth from your hands. She bites her lip, then opens her mouth wide. Living among your own kind all your life, you've never seen a tongue so big. You can think of a few things you'd like to use it for. You land on Eleanor's lower lip, then retract your wings. You crouch down, and climb in. Her eyes go wide as you crawl onto her tongue. You barely fit, but you manage to get inside. It's warm, and the air tastes like beef soup. There's also another taste, subtler. It's more raw and misty, Eleanor's own scent. As you sit on her tongue, looking out past her teeth, a myriad of wild thoughts cross your mind. One sticks out in particular.
"Close your mouth," you softly speak.
Her lips close, but her jaw stays lowered as much as it can, so as not to squash you. You snap your tiny fingers to cast a spell, the first spell you were ever taught, the only spell you can be reasonably sure every fairy in the world knows. It's known as the Spell of Inventory. It stores items within a personal realm for safekeeping, and it just stole your underpants. You pull up your dress, so your tiny cheeks sit directly upon Eleanor's tongue. You wiggle a little, coating your bare behind in her saliva. You notice the amount of saliva in her mouth has grown. Naturally, her body thinks she's trying to eat you, and is producing the fluid in decent quantities reflexively. You decide to lean forwards, coming onto your hands and knees. You then lick her tongue, tasting her. You want to ride her tongue, feel it between your legs. You move towards her lips, then part them with your hands. You poke your head out, turning to look up. Smiling at the elf, you snap your fingers again. Your dress disappears, leaving completely nude. Eleanor blushes.
"You know what I want, El," you say. "I promise I'll return the favour."
Eleanor's lips close around your abdomen, your bare chest and above exposed to the air while the rest of you snugly rests within the elf's mouth. You feel her tongue move out from under you, causing you to fall slightly onto her lower teeth. You then feel her tongue move between your legs. It's tip reaches your womanhood, and you feel it press up against you. You jiggle your fairy equivalent of b-cups for Eleanor, then dangle your arms and head down. Her tongue wrestles against you, and you wrap your legs around it. The tip moves past your crotch to your belly button, the bottom of the elf's tongue sliding deliciously across you, sending shivers through you. You look Eleanor in the eyes, coming up and playing with your breasts. The elf girl winks at you, then begins steadily moving her tongue back and forth, rubbing it against you quite pleasurably. Spikes and waves of feeling wash over you. You can feel your muscles contracting of their own accord, spasming your lower body in the most erotic ways. Your face is a work of art, your mouth wide and drooling, with your eyes rolling back. Your hands clutch to your breasts like your life depends on it, squeezing them in the ways you like best. Your quiet panting is heard only by your elven lover. She hears them steadily increase in volume. They slowly become groans as she pistons her tongue betwen your legs. You begin to feel it, a building feeling between your legs. It climbs to a point, then breaks loose. You groan as loudly as your little lungs can manage as Eleanor brings you to your climax. Your hips spasm, bucking madly, and your juices spurt out like a fountain. You feel a pull on your lower body as Eleanor swallows, taking your honey into her stomach.
"Ah-amazing..." you utter.
Eleanor spits you into her palm, letting you slide out of her mouth, coated in her saliva. You bring your knees up as you sit there, legs spread enough for Eleanor to see between them.
"I'm not giving you something for nothing, y'know," Eleanor says. "You said you had spells for every occasion."
How do you respond?
