Fairy's Touch: A Queen's Awakening

The warmth on my abdomen was insistent, a velvet invitation that pulled me back from the hazy edges of sleep. Then came the kiss, a slow, deliberate press against my right cheek, followed by the scent of her lavender soap and the soft curve of her lips. As my eyes flickered open, I was met with a kaleidoscope of light, swirling around a tiny, shimmering figure – a fairy, no bigger than my hand, radiating an ethereal glow. Her presence was both captivating and slightly unsettling, her bright eyes seeming to pierce through my veil of drowsiness. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, a silent gasp escaping my lips as she took a step closer, her miniature hand deftly silencing my breath. A giggle, light and airy, filled the room, and I realized it was Kellie, my beautiful wife, clad in her soft, pastel birth suit, standing bathed in the golden light spilling through the window behind her. The morning sun, a generous painter, cast long shadows across the plush rug, enhancing the scene and stirring something primal within me.

"It is Saturday," she murmured, her voice a silken caress against my ear. "They're already off to their dancing lesson."

The casual nonchalance in her tone, the knowledge of our shared routine, sent a shiver of anticipation through me. It was time. “So, it’s time for our…” My words died in my throat, strangled by the sudden surge of desire. Kellie interrupted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Strong Wine" – she’d always loved that particular phrase, a blend of playful intimacy and raw longing. I loved the way she licked my lips, teasing me with her tongue, the way she held just a moment before ending with a gentle, almost possessive, bite. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a perfect reflection of our dynamic. It always felt godly, this feeling of being utterly consumed by her. Without a word, I reached out, pulling her close, her body molding perfectly against mine.

"It seems like my tigress is in the mood for hunting," I whispered, tracing the delicate curve of her jawline with my thumb. "Yup, I'm too hungry, my love. How about me eating you?" She murmured against my neck, nibbling playfully at my skin, sending jolts of electricity through my veins. The scent of her, a heady mix of vanilla and something wilder, something untamed, filled my senses. I found myself wanting nothing more than to lose control, to succumb to the intoxicating pull of her desire.

“I would love to come in your jaws, baby,” I said, letting my voice drop low and husky. She responded with a knowing smile, her hands, long and elegant, expertly kneading my breasts – my "puppies," as I affectionately called them. Her touch was both gentle and insistent, a slow, deliberate torture that built the anticipation to unbearable levels. The magnetic pull of her attention, the sheer force of her desire, began to overwhelm my senses, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, she bit hard on my collarbone, a sharp, unexpected sting that jolted me back to reality. “I guess you mean to cum in my mouth?” Her voice was laced with a challenging edge, a playful challenge that only heightened my arousal. The weight of her breath, hot and heavy, pressed against my ear as she leaned closer, her presence radiating an almost overwhelming intensity. I confessed, unable to contain the torrent of desire, that we loved talking dirty, expressing our love through explicit words and actions. Kellie, sensing my vulnerability, began to slowly descend, her body arching towards me as she leaned in to kiss my chest, right over my heart. Her hand gripped my nipple, a firm, possessive hold that sent shivers down my spine. Then, she delivered a swift, decisive bite, her fingers digging into my skin, encouraging me to stand tall, to be ready for the battle. I felt my boxers straining against her passionate grip, and without hesitation, she ripped them off, exposing my body to her hungry gaze.

My manhood, already throbbing with anticipation, responded instantly. It was eager, desperate for the pleasure that awaited. Kellie looked up, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she took my member in one hand. She kissed its tip, licked the head of the pre-cum, and then encircled it with her tongue, savoring every inch of its sensitive flesh. I was lost, utterly consumed by the feeling, a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss washing over me. She began a slow, deliberate blowjob, teasing me with her touch, building the pressure until it reached a fever pitch. In between her frenzied movements, she paused for breath, using her hands to gently caress my inner thighs, teasing the little soldier within me. Her eyes, dark and intense, held me captive, feeding my desire with every glance.

As she increased her pace, the pressure built relentlessly, threatening to break through my control. I couldn’t help but let out a primal groan, “Te Amo, Mi Amor!” (I love you, my love), a desperate plea for connection, a release of the tension that had been building within me. She took my member deep into her throat, pulling it out and looking directly into my eyes. With a confident, almost arrogant, smile, she declared, "Your queen loves to take care of the things she owns."

I instinctively reached out, pulling her face to mine, locking lips in a passionate, desperate embrace. "I am blessed that I am yours, my human angel," I whispered, surrendering completely to her touch.

She took another small, lingering kiss, a "delly" as she called them, ending within 3 to 5 seconds with just lips over skin, before laughing softly. "I was talking about someone else." The sound of her laughter, light and airy, cut through the tension, reminding me of our playful dynamic. She returned to her task, her movements growing even more frantic, her passion intensifying with each passing moment. She continued to tease me, her hands exploring every inch of my body, her tongue tracing the contours of my skin.

“What about a dinner date tonight, Mi Papi?” she asked, her voice breathless with excitement. As she signaled toward the clock, I knew exactly what she was suggesting. The thought of spending the evening lost in her embrace, succumbing to her every whim, filled me with a sense of anticipation that bordered on delirium. I nodded eagerly, my body already aching for the release that awaited us. The rainbow beckoned, promising an experience of unparalleled ecstasy, and I couldn't wait to dive headfirst into its intoxicating depths. The scent of her perfume, mingled with the heat of our bodies, hung heavy in the air, a testament to the primal connection that bound us together. Tonight, we would indulge in the forbidden, savoring every moment of our shared passion, knowing that our love was a force as powerful and untamed as the tigress within her name.

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