Let her take care of you.
From Create Your Own Story
"Um, what... what do I do next?" you ask, your nerves raw.
"Relax. Let your auntie take care of you. She is very grateful for the fun you gave her, and would like to return the favor! Now, first of all, get up."
You nervously clamber off of Fernweh, who giggles, crosses her legs, spins you around, and sits you down in her lap. She pulls you close and wraps her arms around you, pressing her heavenly breasts against your back. You can even feel her hard nipples, and every time she inhales, a little more of her bosom rubs against you before she exhales and it stops touching you again, but with the implicit promise of returning in a moment. Her warm, pleasantly fresh breath runs over your ear, neck, and shoulder, tickling you in an amazingly pleasant way. You naturally begin to subconsciously match your breathing with hers. "Do you like this, Iolaus?" she asks.
"I-I do," you stammer.
"Good. Now just sit still and let me handle everything. Teehee!"
After just a little while of holding you in such a tender, loving manner, the nymph reaches down to touch your erection with a giddy chuckle. Her pale and soft index finger brushes against the top of your glans, then runs down your shaft, causing you to squirm against her and groan. "Ooh, that sensitive, huh?" she whispers in your ear. "You just keep getting cuter and cuter!"
The grinning fey then presses her index finger against the bottom of the base of your rod, and slowly pulls it upward, stopping to rub the nerve cluster at your very tip in slow, circular motions. You gasp as electricity jolts through you and your already turgid pecker throbs and gets even harder. She stops just before the feelings start to well up inside of you dangerously, and reaches down to wrap her index finger, her middle finger, and her thumb around your hilt in a small ring.
"Now we're going to get started for real. Try to hold out as long as you can, mm'kay?" she says. Without any further ado, she begins to gently pump her fingers up and down your meat at a steady pace. Her fingers are tightly wrapped around you, yet so soft and careful that they feel like a cloud playing with your length. Thanks to all of the previous excitement and build-up, you can already sense the storm brewing inside you, your legs twitching from the stimulation. You begin to pant and sweat uncontrollably, struggling to deal with the intense feelings. Your state does not go unnoticed.
"Wow, you're already so close? I forgot how quick virgins were," the nymph says with a tone of amusement. She reaches her other hand out and pinches you on the inner thigh, causing you to yelp, and for your arousal to immediately die down a bit thanks to the pain. "Sorry, Iolaus, but you need to at least make it long enough for me to show you the really good stuff! Got it?" You silently nod, your discomfort growing at the thought of what else she had up her metaphorical sleeve as she continues to carefully handle your organ.
A few minutes later, and she pinches you for the second time. You calm down again, but you really hate the pinching. Suddenly, a pair of lips plant a smooch against your cheek, leaving a wet mark behind. An entirely different feeling beats through your heart, and it seems to only amplify your excitement. "You're doing really well! Don't give up yet!" she says encouragingly. You grunt and oblige her, redoubling your efforts to stay in control of your own body. She changes the rhythm on you, giving you quick upward strokes and then slow, powerful downward ones.
As if that was not enough, she then moves her other hand under your hard-on, softly wrapping around your sack. You swallow nervously, but she begins to massage and fondle you with surprising grace, not once putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure on either of your testes. Instead, it only enhances your pleasure, opening you to new heights. "These things are so adorable, darn you! Poor little things, with such a long way to go, working so hard," she coos in your ear. You let out a stunted moan. "Now you're starting to feel close to how I did a while ago!"
"Please, I can't hold it much longer," you whine.
"I understand. You've been a good boy, so I'll make you bust a nut real hard!" Fernweh says musically. She suddenly starts sliding her fingers up and down as quickly as she can, while teasing your balls expertly. The built-up frustration and arousal, coupled with this enticing assault, begin to drive you insane. You go light-headed, jolts of euphoria causing you to wriggle against the horny fey behind you. She giggles and leans in, her lips running along your ear before she licks it and starts to nibble your sensitive cartilage.
Without any warning, your body seizes up, your erection stiffens to the point of pain, your balls churn, and the first spurt of semen blasts out of your rod and high into the air before splattering against the rock floor. The following shots are nowhere near as impressive looking, but only more blissful, as the redhead only teases and stimulates you harder, prolonging and intensifying your orgasm to a whole new level. Your enthusiastic bursts spill seed all over the fey's hand, yet she keeps pumping you until you've run dry, and you simply twitch and pant with your eyes closed, your whole body going limp in her arms.
"Wow, that was an awful lot of cum for a kid your age," she says, holding up her soaked hand and staring at it with an incredulous face. "Well! Now we're even. Again. Funny how that works. And I can feel my magic supply slowly recovering thanks to this. Sure, it wasn't quite optimal, but just taking your first has enough emotional value to it for both of us to be much more effective than, say, casual sex with someone."
You open your eyes and glance up to see her lift her semen-stained fingers up and out of your field of vision, followed by a soft slurping noise, before she lowers it back down to rest on your lap, clean, but damp with saliva. "Kind of sweet. You eat a lot of fruit? That wasn't necessary for the magic thing, per se. I just felt like it. Don't get any funny ideas!" she says with a stern tone, and you imagine she is also frowning. Not that you understand what she's talking about. You are still floating on cloud nine, so you just lean back against her contentedly. You hear her inhale as if intending to say something else, but then she shuts her mouth, rests her chin on your head, wraps her arms around you again, and holds you tightly.
