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Pixie's Fairy Tale	By : MPlug Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 6610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pixie's Fairy Tale
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 8
- 9
This chapter's short and sweet, but I'm really happy with the way this turned out. Please review!
Chapter Nine
Jubilee knocked lightly at the door to Anole and Rockslide's shared room. "Victor, can I talk you?" she asked tentatively.
"Sure, come right in," Anole replied, opening the door. "Santo's out training right now, so you can speak freely."
"That's a relief," Jubilee said genuinely, as she closed the door behind her. "I definitely don't need her hearing any of this."
Then she briefly explained the situation with Pixie, how she had suddenly become so involved with this mystery Proto-Mutant, this mysterious virtual immortal that she barely knew. "It's just not like her... She's impulsive, sure, and maybe even a little guy-crazy, but this dude is soooooo much older. Than like, dirt. There's got to be something up with this!"
"I don't know," Anole said, scratching his head in thought. "I mean, I don't want anyone to take advantage of Megan, either... but are you sure that's really what's happening? I mean, it sounds like she's pretty happy and it's not like there aren't people who'd have a problem with who we'd like to date..."
"There's a big difference between being gay and being an ageless immortal," Jubilee rebutted. "...Although I guess I'm kind of both now."
They both shared a laugh. "Exactly," Victor said, smiling now that the tension had broken somewhat. "I promise I'll keep in eye out in case it seems like Megan really does need saving, but you have to admit, having a sophisticated older lover sweep you away for a romantic get-away... It's pretty tempting.
"Yeah," Jubilee agreed, nodded her head. "I guess it's just hard for me to think of Pixie having sex."
"Wait, Pixie's having sex?" Rockslide exclaimed as he burst into the room.
Anole and Jubilee shared an eye roll. "It's none of your business, Santo," Anole barked.
"Oh, fuck!" Santo gasped. "Pixie's tits! Pixie's ass! Pixie's pussy!" Santo nearly drooled at the thought of it, seemingly ignorant of the other people in the room.
"I'm going to head out," Jubilee said, understandably uncomfortable. "You'll be my date for Pixie's big party tomorrow?"
Anole nodded. "Absolutely. And if it looks like she's needs an intervention or de-programming or whatever, I'm there... But if she really is in love and he seems like a good guy..."
"We'll support her, yeah," Jubilee agreed. Then she pulled Anole in close so Rockslide was out of earshot. "He's not going to jerk off or anything is he?"
Anole shook his head. "I don't think he can really do that anymore. It's just two rocks rubbing against each other."
"Explains his personality," Jubilee said, casting a sideways glance at Rockslide as he reveled in thoughts of naked Pixie.
Anole nodded. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow night."
X
Pixie stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, examining her own naked body. She gracefully spat out the last of her toothpaste, then placed her toothbrush next to Shepherd's just-used brush once again.
"A finally have a home," she said, smiling and hugging herself.
Pixie turned the sink on and dug a few fresh, white washcloths from under the counter. Taking a third full shower seemed excessive even after such a day of wild pleasure; so, she decided to settle on a focused scrubbing of the affected areas. Certainly going to bed dirty was not an option for her second full night with such a dashing older lover.
As she soaped up the washcloth, she took a moment to drink herself in: she had never been too uncertain that she was cute, even sexy maybe, but she was still a little mystified that a ruggedly handsome, impossibly experienced man of nearly godly powers could be so infatuated with her. Her reflection held the proof, though: her supple young body was spotted by tiny bruises and scratches from their occasionally rough lovemaking, the largest bruises still evident on her pretty pink nipples.
Pixie gently touched the injured flesh and found it feeling slightly painful... though not entirely unpleasant. With both hands she bobbed the sublime orbs, watching them bounce slightly. After the way Shepherd was attending to them, Pixie was starting to feel pretty proud of her chest. Even if, as she observed previously, they weren't the largest out there, they more than made up for it by being perfectly shaped: high and wonderfully perky. She flexed her wings behind her and pushed her chest out: posing for her reflection. She definitely felt attractive... though perhaps not the sexual goddess Shepherd treated her as.
Pixie ran the wet washcloth down her neck and between her cleavage, scrubbing away the sweet, sticky trail left by their unique dining experience. The cool, clean water poured down her neck and chest, trailing down the pale curves of her bust. Then Pixie began to gently buff the sensitive flesh of glorious teenage breasts: watching the wonderful, pliant orbs move and shake angelically. Between the wet stimulation as she circled the tender tits and the chill of the castle bathroom, Pixie's delectable little pink nipples soon perked up to attention.
"Geez," Pixie said, shaking her head. Seeing her nipple distended used to seem so unusual, feeling them harden an odd and uncomfortable (though not entirely unpleasant) experience... Now it seemed they were hard and eager more often than not. She scrubbed the firm young boobs, leaving the sweet, nubile flesh clean and wet and shiny. The stimulation triggered memories of her recent actions with Shepherd, and Megan was unable to suppress the moan that resulted from such thoughts and sensations. Her body cried out for her lover, a deep, painful aching, even knowing that he was just a room away. Her thoughts full of him, Pixie then toyed with the pebbled nipple, let herself cup and gently lift her own exquisite teenage breasts, then gave them a final thumb before moving on.
She wet the cloth again and washed over her little ribcage and her smooth young belly. She could still feel Shepherd's lips all over her hot, soft skin. She circled the suds into her little belly button, thoroughly cleaning the trails of sauce and creme that had stained her young flesh. Beneath the wet cloth, Pixie felt a hunger calling out from deep within her stomach, one that the food she'd just eaten could not possibly hope to satisfy. She polished the sweet, pale skin of stomach slowly, but almost in a daze, leaving the gorgeous skin pristine and shiny.
Then Pixie turned around at the waist and raised her wings to get a better look at her butt in the mirror and quickly found it as scratched and bruised as the rest of her beautiful body. Shepherd definitely seemed to love her ass, focused plenty of his attention there. She's always worried that it was maybe a little too plump, but the general consensus had always been that it was cute. But for it to be the object of worship Shepherd treated it as was something else entirely.
She lowered her wings and gave them a flap. Another part of her that her lover was fascinated by, almost dangerously so. She knew first hand how potent her dust could be, how badly it could damage even a mind as powerful as Shepherd's. Pixie swayed her wings from side to side, checking to see if they had gotten dirty during their recent food-play. She had to mix up a special oil when they needed to be cleaned extensively, so she was grateful to find them mercifully unstained. For as much as she loved flying, loved her mutation really, her wings definitely brought their share of problems.
"Still, first thing he ever complemented me on," Pixie reflected staring at the gossamer wings a little sadly.
Pushing those thoughts aside for a moment, Pixie took up her washcloth again. She scrubbed the spot just above her pink bush where Shepherd's seed had recently impacted. Carefully, the little Welsh teenager cleaned any trace of his lingering love away, before discarding the washcloth. She honestly wasn't sure if it could get her pregnant, but she wasn't about to chance it.
She then took up a fresh cloth and once again wet and soaped it up before going back to work on her beautiful pale upper legs. Pixie washed her sexy eighteen year old inner thighs distractedly, her mind still on her lover's cum, and she let the cloth slip down between her hips. "Uhhn!" Pixie sighed as she accidentally brushed her still-sensitive clit.
Pixie's little pussy had gotten so much attention lately, but once her sex had awoke again, she couldn't stop touching it. She continued to work the soapy water into her crotch, rubbing it over tender lips as her own wetness joined it. "God, am I becoming a sex fiend or something?" she asked herself. She could hardly believe that she was the same girl that only weeks ago was pushing away Velocidad's stumbling ambitions towards second base.
Pixie raised her groin slightly and took a long glimpse of herself in the mirror. She had never taken the time to really look at her own vagina. She had watched the growth of her pubic hair and checked out the way it looked in her bikini or underwear... but never really checked it out the way she'd done with her boobs, wings, or butt. She told herself that she just didn't find it that interesting, but the truth was she was embarrassed by it, ashamed to look at it. She'd caught fleeting views of other girls' sexes while they were getting dressed and found them ugly, unsightly, but Shepherd had said her vagina was beautiful. Did he really mean that?
"He wants you. And you definitely want him," she said to her excited sex. "But are really so fascinating to him?" Raising one slender knee onto the counter, Pixie looked at her own pussy as she resumed washing herself.
Pixie stared transfixed by her own vagina, trying to understand her own secret magic as touched herself. The taut flesh of her little tummy fluttered (as did her wings) each time the little wet towel each time she traced over the her delicate pink lips and her precious, eighteen year old clitoris, but the mere glimpses of her vulva she caught couldn't answer the mystery. She began to move the washcloth faster, faster, moving the soapy cloth over her naked pinkness. She began to breathe harder and more ragged and her eyes drifted up to her chest as it undulated with each motion, but still she couldn't understand her own impossible sexiness.
Finally, she accepted the fleeting glimpses of her own pussy she was seeing between washcloth movements could not be enough, and Pixie set the cloth down and admitted to herself what she was really doing there.
"Okay, Megan," she said. "Let's do this."
The sink was set into bathroom cabinet and the counter was a wide one, perfectly sized for a petite Pixie. Quickly, Megan climbed up onto it, perching her sweet little teenage ass on its cool surface and opening her legs wide open with her feet resting in the basin of the sink. Eyes never leaving her own pink opening, Pixie let two long fingers trace the greedy lips of her sex.
"Oh... Shepherd..." she moaned, her sexual pleasures intricately linked with thoughts of her older lover. "What have you brought out..."
The sweet, irresistible concave curve of her tummy fluttered temptingly as she meddled with the sensitive folds of her perfect young pussy. She gently moved her fingers over the warm, wet quim, making her wings stretch in reply. She gasped lightly, this always felt so good, but watching herself was a whole new thrill. Finally, she let the fingers slip into her own hungry slit.
"Oh, yeah!" the winged Welsh girl gasped. Part of her wished Shepherd would walk in right then to see her, see what he inspired, but it was definitely nice to have this time alone.
Rapidly but shallowly, Pixie penetrated herself with the two fingers, moving in and out as her hips bucked in reply to each motion. Her juices were really starting to flow, a fact the she was well aware of as she watched her own tight little eighteen year old pussy as her two fingers rapidly frigged her it. She couldn't help licking her lips, remembering the taste of the precious honey as it dripped into the sink... just like she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to taste it from the source.
"Fuck..." she moaned.
The pert young sex-pot then began to strum her adorable love button, still gazing with curious fascination at her own delicate vulva. The view was so intriguing, and she realized she was in real danger of falling down her own slit like Alice through the rabbit hole. She would let her eyes occasionally drift from It to her bouncing breasts, her sweet little face, her glistening wings, or some other part of her slim, impossibly fuckable teenage body, but always returning to her captivating sex.
"This is what he wants," she said, staring deep into her entrancing folds. "This is the part of me only he gets."
As the flexible Welsh teenager continued to pleasure herself, she finally let her eyes close, imagining the other new curiosity of sex, the fleshy mystery of her lover's penis. To think she'd never seen a real one before Shepherd, never known what it was like to touch one... the warmth, the firmness... solid and demanding, but still loving and welcoming, the perfect answer to her own secret. What would it be like to finally be broken by it? How much would it hurt? God, the feel and the taste of him were so amazing, so unreal... Sex was just so transcendent. What would it be like to finally give herself to him?
And suddenly, a darker, stranger thought entered her mind: what would it be like to fuck the girl in the mirror? She was sure Shepherd could help with that, his awesome mental powers could easily help construct the image in her mind with full sensations, and anyway she'd want him to be there. She couldn't imagine him not being there to pleasure her while she pleasure her mirror image.
The image was intensely erotic even if Pixie had never been attracted to another girl before: Shepherd groping her breasts while she suck the tits currently bouncing hypnotically on the Pixie in the mirror, Shepherd taking her from behind while she licked all along the warm, wet folds she saw beneath her reflection's pink-haired bush. She knew it was hardly a normal fantasy, but as she gazed at her own beautiful, oh so wet pussy, she couldn't help wanting it.
"Oh, fuck..." she gasped. "So hot... I'm so hot..."
As these less than idle thoughts filled her mind and her own fingers danced over her enchanting sex, Pixie found herself slipping away from reality. More and more, thoughts of Shepherd taking her body, of all they'd done and were yet to do, and (more and more) her lust for her own breath-taking body as she pleasured herself utterly dominated her consciousness until, completely wrapped up in herself, Pixie's sweet little ass slipped and she started to spill off the counter.
"Eep!" she squeaked, flapping her wings just in time to stop herself from falling.
Once she was back on her feet, she straightened herself out and quickly cleared away the traces of her recent activities. When she was satisfied, she once more regarded her pussy. It was immaculately clean now, but she still soaped up the washcloth again. This time, however, she set to cleaning her ass.
It never hurt to be prepared, after all.
Pixie buffed her curvaceous pink buttock in a firm, circular motion, making the pliant young flesh move up and down with her swift little hands. The winged young girl repeated the act, cleansing the yielding fleshy globe until the glimpse of the perfect cheek she could catch in the mirror looked good enough to eat off of... because, she realized, there was almost every chance that's what Shepherd would be doing very soon. Then Pixie gave the same treatment to her other butt cheek, making it as flawlessly clean and shiny as its curvaceous twin.
The beautiful Welsh girl took a deep breath and spread her wings majestically. She looked once more at the girl in the mirror: striking pink hair, adorable face, tight little body with beautifully shaped breasts and an equally dazzling pink bush. Pretty sexy, now that she could fully appreciate it. Soaping up the washcloth again, Pixie very lightly ran it over the crack of her angelic teenage ass.
"Ohhh..." she shivered in reaction as the soapy water trickled into her ass crack. "You are so spoiled, Shepherd," she giggled.
She repeated the action, going deeper this time, and let out another gasp. She wanted to be as clean as she possibly could there for Shepherd ("not that I'm letting him go that far," she told herself), so she kept moving the cloth deeper between her full round cheeks. Soon, the sensation was too much for her, and the dazed young girl had to use her free left hand to prop herself up against the sink while she worked the little towel across her irresistible asscrack.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned. "So spoiled."
Pixie let the washcloth drop and began to touch her ass with her bare hand. She never would have thought she'd come to enjoy having it stimulated the way Shepherd did. She squeezed her nude cheek lightly, feeling her own nubile softness. It felt nice enough, but nothing like when Shepherd did it. Slowly, she chanced very shallowly tracing the forbidden crevice between the round, youthful globes as Shepherd had done, trying to feel even the slightest shiver of what he had given her.
"Shepherd," she whispered, remembering how sexy it had felt when he did it. And how wrong. In the excitement, she'd even let him penetrate her ass with his thumb. Not too deep, but he'd done it and she'd allowed it. More than that, she'd enjoyed, encouraged it. That probably meant he wanted to take it with his penis, too. And as much as she'd never imagined that could be sexy, she couldn't deny the thought of doing it with Shepherd was somehow thrilling.
Wow, she thought, I'm really getting into some weird territory here. Three-ways with my boyfriend and myself, anal sex... is this really what I'm seeing when I look at myself now?
The answer, of course, was yes. This is what Shepherd had awoken in her, what she had let him create: a Pixie that was so sexual, so open, that all that they had done just seemed normal for what was essentially an extended first date. That the near-total virgin she was gone forever, and that a new self that could enjoy everything that the man she loved could dream up for her while coming up with a few surprises of her own.
Satisfied that her body was now clean, Megan washed her hands and brushed her long, pink hair until it felt neat and shiny. Finally content with the appearance of her naked form, the perky Pixie pulled on the clean pair of bikini panties and the over-sized, wing-accessible t-shirt she had brought into the bathroom with her, then opened the door to find her older lover waiting for her in their big bed.
"What took you so long in there?" Shepherd asked, his wide grin indicating he knew exactly what she had been up to.
"I just wanted to be nice and clean for you,” she said, smiling wickedly as she fell into his waiting arms, kissing him passionately.
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