Pixie's Fairy Tale

Disclaimer: Pixie and all other X-Men characters are owned by Marvel Entertainment and Marvel Characters, Inc.  I earn no profit for this story and no copyright infringement is intended.

 

Continuity Note: This story takes off from issues 36 and 37 of X-Men Volume 3 drawn by the brilliant David Lopez and written by Brian Wood.  Pixie's age is pretty flexible, but in Dark Avengers/X-Men she was said to be old enough to drink in Quebec, so I'm saying she's eighteen here.

 

Author's Note: This is the first adult story I ever wrote.  Most of this was written while Avengers vs. X-Men was coming out and I'd been working on it on and off since then.  I've published stories on this site since then that were probably better since I'd learned from writing this one, but... I felt this story is maybe a little purer and more heartfelt, so I decided to finally let it see the light of day.  

 

Also, I wanted there to be a multi-part, epic adult story about Pixie and I guess no one else is going to write it, so... Enjoy!

 

Pixie's Fairy Tale

 

Chapter One

 

Megan Gwynn, better known as the X-Man Pixie, stood on a beautiful desert island, watching the tide ebb and flow.  A tropical breeze blew through her long, pink hair while her large, semi-transparent wings shaded her neck from the harsh Sun.  Under different circumstances, she might have found the setting peaceful and relaxing, but right now she felt more nervous than she did before going into battle.

 

"Much warmer here, isn't it?" the man behind her asked.  His white button-down shirt had become open in the confusion, exposing his muscular chest... a fact which Megan was trying very hard to not notice.  "What are you thinking?"

 

Mere seconds ago, Pixie and this man Gabriel Shepherd had crashed down in the Antarctic, narrowly avoiding being shot down by missiles. He had been exposed to as the sole survivor of a lost, ancient race of Proto-Mutants.  He had also learned what happened to the rest of his people.  His reaction had not been pleasant, but Megan's quick thinking (and flight and teleportation) had prevented a potential disaster.  

 

For now, any way.

 

"Don't you know?" she asked.  She was literally more nervous to have him read her mind than she had been facing down mutant-hunting robot attack squads, but she thought of Storm and put on an indifferent face.

 

"I choose not to use my telepath," Shepherd explained.  "I'd rather hear people with their own voices."

 

She looked at him.  He appeared to be in his late thirties, but she knew he was far older, several centuries in fact.  She thought about asking him what he was, what the so-called Proto-Mutants were.  There were so many questions about their way of life and civilization that no one else could answer, so many questions he could answer about their history.  Instead, much to her own surprise, she asked him "why am I so drawn to you?"

 

Shepherd was just as shocked.  "I'm sorry?"

 

She could barely believe she let that slip, but now she had no choice but to press on.  "Is this a power you didn't tell me about?" she said, trying not to sound vulnerable and failing.  "You used me for information back there... you took it from my brain.  And then you threw my friend out of a plane...  I should hate you."

 

"I'm sorry," Shepherd said quickly.  "I knew he wouldn't be seriously hurt and... I panicked, and I..."

 

"I can understand why you did it," she granted him, "I know what's it's like to learn your friends are dead.  But... I'm really not sure what kind of person you are.  Probably not anyone good."

 

He lowered his head shamefully.

 

"So, why do I still feel this way?" she asked softly.  "Are you doing something to me?"

 

In the midst of all the pain and confusion he was feeling, Gabriel felt something like a door opening in his chest.  This young girl was so sincere, so beautiful... the hints of a feeling long thought dead began to grow inside him.  "I'm not using a power on you, Megan," he said, closing the distance between them.  "I'm sorry I used my powers on you before.  I won't do it again."

 

She nodded.  Deep down, she knew she would have been able to tell if he'd been using mind control on her, she just didn't want to admit the truth.  "Then answer my question," she said.  "What kind of man are you?"

 

He wrapped her up in his strong arms, holding her loosely in a tentative embrace.  Pixie's little wings flapped nervously as he gently raised her little chin with a strong finger.  Her pink little cheeks blushed and she bit her lip slightly as turned her head to the side.  "Mr. Shepherd..." she whispered.

 

"Megan," he replied, bringing her lovely face back to his.

 

This time she did not resist as he leaned down to kiss her.  He began lightly, their lips barely touching, but soon he went further, his kiss stronger and more passionate.  She was so sweet, so yielding as he tasted her lovely pink lips.  He pulled her tighter, feeling her warm little body pressed against him.  Something began to hit him as he kissed her, slowly at first so that he wasn't sure he was really feeling it but soon it was undeniable: a kind of rush, a thrill unlike any other kiss he'd ever had.  He'd long since lost his ability to get intoxicated, but there was something in her kiss that felt almost like a drug.  And he had to have more of it.

 

Pixie wondered what she was doing.  Minutes ago she'd been on a mission with her team, now here she was making out with a near total stranger.  But somehow it all felt so natural.  This man aroused something in her, something new, far beyond what she'd ever felt before.  She could almost imagine what it would be like to...

 

"Hang about, hang about, hang about," she gasped, managing to break away.

 

"Are we going too fast for you?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

 

"No," she said, then quickly admitted "well, yes, actually.  We should at least get to know each other a little better first."

 

He nodded.  "Of course.  I'm sure you have questions... We should talk things over."

 

"I'd like that," she said.  "But is there somewhere else we can go... Maybe somewhere less... sandy?"

 

He thought for a moment.  "My houses in Long Island and Columbus are probably under observation now that my cover's been blown..."

 

"Right... Sorry about that," Pixie said sheepishly.

 

"It's okay," he said warmly.  "There is one place.  But it's a little... rustic."

 

Pixie raised an eyebrow.  "'Rustic' meaning?"

 

X

 

In this case, "rustic" meant "castle."  And not a well-maintained, tourist trap castle either, a real aged, forgotten castle nearly completely overtaken by the ivy and wood of the surrounding forest valley.  

 

"In satellite photos, it just shows up as a stretch of greenery," Shepherd explained.  "That's why I can still use in in emergency situations."

 

It was breath-taking.  In its time, it must have been a dazzling palace, its size and design the envy of the world.  Now even as decrepit, aging ruin it was still an inspirational, moving structure.  Pixie had seen so many wonderful and terrible places since she joined the X-Men... she'd literally seen Hell on several separate occasions... but this was something else.  Truly the castle from her childhood dreams.

 

"Can I see the inside?" she asked eagerly.

 

"Of course," he said warmly.

 

He lead her inside quickly.  The interior was just as beautiful; the grey stone and wood architecture had a wonderful simplicity that charmed her, while the few ancient furnishings and trophies gave her tantalizing hints of her companion's storied past.  He lit a candlestick that looked like it was ready to start singing at any moment and lead her further in.  "Let me see if I can't find you a place to warm up," he said.

 

Pixie hadn't even noticed how cold she'd been until he mentioned it, she'd been so enthralled by her surroundings.  "I guess climate control is kind of new to you," she realized.

 

He nodded.  "This way."

 

As they went deeper into the castle, she noticed more and more artwork on the walls, mostly taking the form of paintings and tapestries depicting majestically posed beasts and angelic figures standing before awe-struck humans.  The Proto-Mutants, she realized.  "There's so much history here," she gasped.

 

"I can't keep these things anywhere else, but I can't bring myself to throw it all out either," he said dismissively.  

 

Pixie noticed a particularly lovely portrait of what was clearly Shepherd and beautiful golden-skinned woman holding court with a quartet of Asian nobles in what was probably the Dark Ages in Europe.  The noblemen looked honored and humbled to be speaking with them.  "This is you?" she asked.

 

He nodded.  "Sometimes it's like that... at first."

 

Pixie said nothing further, but quietly took hold of his hand.

 

As they continued to journey into the castle, Pixie found herself more and more overwhelmed by the sheer wonder of it all.  "This place is so amazing," she said.  "Have you really kept it this way for centuries?"

 

"Well, there is one room I've made some recent improvements to," he smiled, reaching into a doorway and flicking a switch.

 

The lights came on in a beautifully appointed chamber.  A massive, comfortable-looking antique bed sat in the center of the room, the mattress looked so comfortable Megan wished she could just jump on it and start bouncing, a finely crafted matching mirror and wardrobe decorated the walls flanking it while a door in the corner opened to a thoroughly modern bathroom.

 

"Oh Gabriel!" she gasped.  "It's so romantic!"

 

"That was never the intention," he admitted.  "I never thought I'd have a chance to bring anyone up here... I thought if I came back here it would be to hide away from the world.  Alone."

 

Pixie looked up a him, her pink-on-black eyes watering warmly.  "Mr. Shepherd, you're one of us now.  You never have to be alone again."

 

He reached over to brush a stray pink hair out of her little face, and soon they were once again kissing, his arms firmly around her.  

 

Pixie's fairy wings flapped excitedly, she always preferred older men and trusted their experience, but an ageless immortal was a new and enticing experience for her!  He had centuries of romantic skill, all of which she was feeling in his kiss... But also decades of loneliness, of heartache and isolation, and she was the one he was finally opening up to.  Her little heart squealed in her chest with delight.  She opened her lips to him, ever so slightly.

 

As with their first kiss, from the moment he touched her lips, Gabriel felt an almost hallucinogenic rush shoot throughout his whole body, hitting his brain and driving him onward.  Her lips were so fresh and sweet, like they were newly-made.  When he sought out a female companion, he usually went with a middle-aged corporate-type, even though "age appropriate" was basically immaterial for him, he forgot how wonderful a teenage girl could really be.  Accepting her invitation, he slipped his tongue into her little mouth.  

 

She closed her little eyes in delight as she focused on returning his kiss, he circled his tongue with hers, so she mirrored his actions, letting her tiny pink tongue duel with his larger one.  He was a much better kisser then she was used to, a whole other world than the boys she knew back at the School or Utopia, and she was definitely responding to him.  They stumbled into the room backwards, continuing to maul each others lips.  

 

They feel backwards onto the bed, both giggling goofily.  Gabriel had landed in a more or less sitting position with Pixie perched in his lap.  The drugs in his brain were in full control, he couldn't believe what was happening but he trusted she would call it off soon.

 

Gabriel's arms were around her now, stroking her back and wings gently.  She used to dream of a powerful older man like this holding her, taking her, but those dreams were vague and airy, while this felt more real than anything else in her young life.  They kissed once more and she nearly wept with happiness.

 

As they kissed, he gently caressed her face with one hand while he ran the other her luxurious pink hair, occasionally touching her little pointed elf ears.  She was such a special girl, unlike any he had known in untold centuries.  He was determined to treat her right.

 

Pixie had never felt so overwhelmed with romance before, she could not believe this was actually happening between her and this older mutant!  She shook with fear and excitement, her little wings shook nervously.  She couldn't help but think all of this would be ripped away from her at any moment, but she hoped they could stay like this forever.  

 

Shepherd, however, felt the need to move things forward.  As she felt his cock throb absently against her thigh, she felt him move his hand from behind her hair, trace her check and her little chin, then hook the big ring at the front of her uniform's zipper with his thumb.  

 

She gulped internally as he pulled away slightly from the kiss to ease down the zipper.  Her eyes followed his movements nervously, daring not to breathe as he exposed the pale skin of her neck and upper chest to the air.  

 

Shepherd was really expecting her to stop him again as she had on the beach, the small part that still had control almost begged her to, but she was so pliant, so sweet and soft, that he kept going.  When he brought the zipper over her breasts, he reached a single hand in and stroked her silky bra cup.  Pixie's breath hitched almost inaudibly, and he tried his luck a little further, slipping his thumb ever-so-slightly between the cup and her skin and barely grazing her young breast.  She sighed softly, her eyes happy yet still wanting.

 

He then pulled the zipper down further until it was stopped by the massive "X" belt buckle of her uniform.  He looked in her eyes, questioning silently and she gave him the barest suggestion of a nod.  Unable to hold himself back any further, he pulled open her garb aside to gaze at her nearly naked chest.

 

The exposure of her breasts brought home to Megan just what they were actually doing.  She was more exposed than she'd ever been with a man, and she still didn't know him at all well.  How was she letting this happen?  And urging him on... She definitely wanted this, but... was it right?

 

For his part, Shepherd was quite pleased with both her breasts and the bra the breasts were supported by.  He had suspected Pixie would wear something a little more childish, maybe a step above white cotton undershirts with cherries on them, at most a sports bra.  He was taken aback by the sexy, sleek red bra and the beautiful cleavage it gave her.  Everything was a discovery with her and he was anxious to keep learning.

 

His sudden silence and lack of activity made Pixie nervous.  She could feel his eyes on her, but he hadn't made any move to touch her yet.

 

Gabriel watched her youthful breasts quiver and shake with her rapid heartbeat, watched her fragile wings shake slightly in turn.  His stomach caught and twisted, he froze, drinking in the moment.

 

"Mr. Shepherd," Pixie said, nervously.  "Did you want to stop?"

 

Her uncertainty broke his heart, however difficult it was for him to accept what he was doing, turning her away at this point seem unthinkably cruel.  "You're just so beautiful, Pixie."

 

Megan crashed her lips into his and kissed him again, softly but with all the passion she should muster.  His hands were all over her bra cups now, stroking and petting them, squeezing and caressing the material, but not actually going back into the cups to touch her chest directly yet.  Pixie nearly purred with pleasure; she had wanted this for so badly since the moment she first saw him, but it was so much better than she had anything she ever imagined.  She wanted more, though.  She needed it.  Pixie broke the kiss and brought his lips down to her chest.

 

He moved his lips down slightly before kissing her; choosing to avoid the flesh entirely and focusing again on each of the cups of her red bra, tasting the slight velvet silk of the fabric and nuzzling her breasts softly.  Pixie smiled and ran her long thin fingers through his hair.  "Mmmmm..." Pixie moaned.  

 

Gabriel raised his hands up to her shoulders and stroked them gently, soon slipping them under the straps of her bra to rub the skin of her shoulders directly, moving lower and lower, but only teasing the tops of her pale breasts.  "Mmmmm..." Pixie gasped again.  At last he brought his mouth to her cleavage, brushing her long, pink hair out of the way to not obstruct his first kiss.  "Oooooohhh..." she gasped, her wings fluttering wildly for a moment.  He noticed this and went further with his advances, kissing each of her freckles and licking lightly at her cleavage, but still not daring to slip into the bra.

 

Finally he took her breasts in his mouth and began to suck her relentlessly.  "More!  Please!"

 

Gabriel didn't need any more encouragement, with his left hand he pulled down her left bra cup and began to kiss that breasts, first on the top avoiding the nipple entirely, then licking lightly around the incredibly pink teenage nipple before finally covering it wholly with his mouth, lavishing it with kisses, saliva, and the lightest of bites.

 

"Gabriel... Ahnhh!  Gabriel!!" she gasped.

 

The more Gabriel tasted of her pale, freckled flesh, the more it drove him on.  The sweet, nectar flavor intoxicated him, her special drug getting stronger with each kiss.  He was becoming wilder and wilder the further they went, more animalistic.  Which she clearly loved.  He reached his right hand into her bra from beneath the underwire, grasping her right breast and rubbing it gently.  

 

"Gabriel!" she panted.  "Harder!"

 

Shepherd squeezed the breast harder, began to rub and massage it, making the pressure on her bra-bound back amazing.  At the same time, he placed the entirety of the other pale, b-cup breast in his mouth.  Sucking her relentlessly, he cried out her name "Pixie..."

 

Even smothered by her own breast, Megan could never mess hearing her name, her real name, coming out from his mouth like that; so desperate, hungry, loving...

 

"Gabriel...." she prayed, crushing his face tighter into her young body.

 

Taken aback, Gabriel's teeth crashed into her chest, breaking the skin just enough to draw blood.

 

"Huuu-upp!" Megan's voice caught in pain and joy.

 

Gabriel noticed her reaction and moved his mouth slightly, pulling her tiny areole between his teeth.  His other hand was squeezing her lovely young breast harder than ever, so hard she was sure the mark would stay on her chest forever.  She was pretty okay with that.  "Mr. Shepherd!  Gabriel!  Harder!"

 

Shepherd complied, pulling back with his mouth and resume kissing the top, but focusing more attention on the hand with the other, tracing the shape of the hardened, delectable nipple with his thumb while roughly kneading her firm, young tit with his fingers.

 

Pixie was hornier than she ever imagined possible, she could feel her first ever orgasm building up inside her just thinking about what was happening.   "Gabriel!  Oh!" she screamed in excitement, "I... Want... You!"

 

He roughly pulled away with all his mutant super-strength and ripped the little red bra so harshly that front ripped apart between the cups and the clasps went flying, leaving Pixie with half a bra hanging from each of her still-clad shoulders.  She gasped in shock and he buried his face between her teenage breasts, kissing and biting.  Was this what an older lover was really like? she wondered, or am I bringing something out in him like he's bringing out in me?

 

"Mr. Shepherd!" she gasped, running her fingers through his thick dark hair.

 

Whenever she slipped and called him by that, he found his guilt flare up in his stomach.  That and a little extra twinge in his cock that he couldn't help but feel worse about.  Still there was no way he was stopping, he realized, as one hand slid the down to her clothed ass while the other untangled her broken bra straps from her quivering wings.

 

Megan gasped as his strong hand squeezed hard on her tight teenage butt cheeks, fondling them in turn then running his fingers along the little buttcrack.  Her reaction (and his) were more symbolic and emotional then real, of course, tight or not the uniform was designed to stop bullets and withstand the stress of flight past the sound barrier, but knowing he was touching her there... that he wanted to touch her there... set her heart (and wings) a-flutter.  

 

I'm still wearing too many clothes, she thought.

 

Shepherd wasn't reading her mind, but he might as well have been because moved his free hand to right gauntlet and unfastened it (having some degree of difficulty, because he couldn't stop his mouth's assault on her breasts, though it was now a more gentle caress of lips and tongue).  Pixie smiled nervously when the gauntlet finally came off, Shepherd finally pulled away from her chest to meet her smile slyly.  Not looking away from her for a moment, he tossed it across the room.  Megan laughed nervously.  Shepherd noticed the tension in her laugh and trying to ease her somewhat, he very slowly repeated the ritual with her left gauntlet, eliciting another nervous chuckle from Megan.  Then, he took each of the two pieces of her bright red bra, kissed the inside of each cup, and very slowly so she wouldn't miss a movement, slipped it into one of the usually hidden pockets of his trousers.  Megan laughed loudly, privately wondering though if he genuinely wanted to keep it.  

 

Shepherd kissed her lips again, letting her know it would be okay.  He thought going rough might be okay for the early groping, but Megan was clearly about to enter new ground, and he'd better start going more gently.  At least at first.

 

Still kissing her softly yet strongly, Gabriel began to slide the top of her uniform off each of her arms, first one, then the other.  He felt Megan's arms and wings shiver at the exposure, though it was not cold.  He ran his hands over her pale arms and shoulders, trying to keep her relaxed as much as to warm her up.  "Uhh..." she gasped into his kiss.  

 

He pulled away from her again, removed her gently from his lap and placed her softly on the edge of the bed.  "Pixie..."

 

He stood before her, looking at her pale, petite yet shapely form; her smooth shoulders, beautiful round breast, the top of her curving hips... And he knew she was worth everything he had gone through.  He ripped his white shirt off, exposing his tightly muscled, lightly haired chest to her.  Pixie's wings sank slightly, a wave of awe ran through her as she ran her hand lightly over his chest.  "You're so beautiful..." she whispered, unsure if he heard.

 

Shepherd kiss her neck, her throat, between her breasts and lower, circling her belly button with his tongue, then grasping her oversized belt bucket in both his hands and slowly, deliberately pushing the clasps together to separate it.  He could scarcely wait to make her his lover, to make love to her teenage body all night long.  He whipped the belt from around her curvy little hips and threw it blindly across the room.  He looked up at her to meet her nervous features, she was shaking slightly and he paused, half expecting her to tell him to stop, willing to if she asked despite how drunk on her and insanely horny he was, but she gave no such request.  He grasped the zipper and pulled it the rest of the way down, exposing the top of her sleek, red bikini panties.

 

"You match," he said, smiling.

 

"I like to be ready," she admitted shyly.

 

He realized just how ready she really was as he eased the zipper to the bottom and parted moved the sides out of the way.  He knew from the first kiss he had to eat her pussy, but he never imagined how wet she could get.  Was Pixie always like this?  Was she really made to be this sexual?  Or was it just for him?

 

"Ooohhh god, Pixie..." he gasped kissing and licking her crotch through the wet panties, tasting her sweetest drug yet only slightly through the fabric, but loving it more than anything else.

 

What's happening to me, Megan thought, her own pleasure drugging her brain, I just met this man.  Still, her heart was beating like a jackhammer while her hands and wings clenched, I need you inside me now, Gabriel! she thought.  At the same time, however, her creeping nervousness was beginning to overwhelm her.  She had messed around with boys a little in America and back home at Wales, but never anything like this.  She'd never let anyone do what Gabriel Shepherd was now preparing her to do, let alone surrendered her virginity.  She was shocked by how close she was to letting him take that from her, but found herself wondering more and more if she was really ready for this final step.  However, at that exact moment, Gabriel choose the move his hands to the back of her panties and any comments she might have made were rendered as moans of approval.  "Gabriel!  Ahhhh... Gabriellll..."

 

As Shepherd ate the front of her panties (carefully so as to save the veiled vagina for later), he petted and caressed her pert, round ass through her panties, cherishing the slight metallic feel, luxuriating in the softness of it.  Rubbing and pinching and squeezing every inch of panty-covered ass.  The pressure from the parts of her super-tight uniform still in place made movement more difficult, but gloriously so.  He couldn't believe how much pleasure her body was giving him.  And then he realized something, it was from touching and exploring her the he was gaining so much pleasure, her part that been largely to react.  There was a sweetness to that he hadn't experienced in years.  "I've needed this for so long..." he gasped aloud.

 

The words made Pixie's heart sing, even if she was sure she wasn't meant to hear them.  The knots in her stomach had grown wings of their own, but she had never dreamt he would be like this with her.  She felt his thumbs slide into the back of her panties, rubbing her ass directly.  "Shepherd..." she gasped, her throat catching again.

 

Soon, Shepherd was moving both his hands into the back of her panties; his hands were virtually pinned now, but he was enjoying the struggle even more.  Still he thought, kissing and nipping at the front of her panties, he could only stand it for so long.  He caught the front of her panties in teeth and pulled, stretching them forward, then releasing, resuming his kissing and nibbling at her underwear, enjoying the taste of the fabric, but not nearly as much as the stream of girlcum she was steadily leaking through.  He couldn't believe how hard he was, he hadn't been this erect in wait might have been literal centuries.

 

Pixie couldn't believe how crazy things were getting.  Shepherd seemed like he was going to get to her pussy by eating his way through he underwear.  She had never thought her first lover would be such an animal, that she would be so excited by it.  "Uuuhhhh..." she moaned.  Then, suddenly, he stopped.  He pulled away slightly, his eyes darkened over.  The moment gave her fears an opening.  She thought of how BIG this all was, how she could never get this back once it was gone, and the knots in her stomach twist in on themselves and squished her insides.

 

Shepherd, meanwhile, came to a decision.  He reluctantly removed his hands from her perfect round little buttocks and lifted her bottom slightly off the bed.  Pixie followed his lead without thinking of what was really happening, barely registering that he had removed the rest of her precious X-Men uniform and tossed it and her boots across the room like the rest of her attire as though it were nothing.  He took a moment to drink in the sight of the beautiful, nearly naked eighteen year old girl before him.  She looked so pretty, so delicate, so unbelievably SWEET, he couldn't believe she would soon be his.  "Pixiiiiiie..."

 

Just keep saying my name, just keep saying my name, Pixie thought.  As long as he was saying her name, her feelings, her lust, and the sheer Need she was feeling right now was enough to overwhelm all of her objections.  She had never wanted anything more in her life than Gabriel Shepherd taking her virginity... and yet she'd never been more terrified.  

 

For his part, Shepherd seemed to have surrendered wholly to lust.  One hand was back down the back of her little red panties, squeezing and caressing the soft globes of her young ass, while the other had started softly rubbing the front.  The left hand was soft and gentle, barely coming into contact with her virgin vagina while the right massaged her cheeks roughly, clawing her skin just enough to break the skin of her buttocks.  "Ahh!  Mr. Shepherd!  Ahnhh!  Fuck!"

 

Shepherd took this as a sign to go rougher, the hand at her front started to rub harder, faster, the friction between her panties and pussy was driving her crazy as the fabric brushed against her tiny clit again and again, her honeyed juices were leaking from panties like never before and Shepherd was being driven positively insane by the gorgeous smell.  He could hardly wait any longer.  He briefly considered just sliding her panties out of the way and fingering and eating her right there, but the little red panties served their purpose, he thought, it was time for them come off.  

 

He slowly moved his hands from their wonderful locations and hooked a thumb on each side of the quivering mutant girl's sopping panties.  Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he eased the tiny bikini panties down her shapely legs and finally down to her little pink feet.  She lifted first her left foot, then her right slightly to help him and he slid the panties out from under her feet and brought her them to his face, inhaling her scent and kissing the crotch before tossing them lightly away.

 

Finally, at long last, he could see her beautiful, teenage vagina.  It was simply gorgeous, the lovely, pink-haired bush was completely natural and untamed.  He couldn't wait to run his fingers through it, trace it, and sink his teeth into the hairs before at long last bringing his mouth (and cock) to her perfect little vagina.  He wanted to bury his face between her legs right then and eat her like a starving man.  But something was stopping him... That something was Pixie.

 

She was blocking her dripping slit with her fist, her face had gone as pink as her hair.  She was shaking like she'd seen a ghost, her little wings tossing up visible clouds of her pixie dust.  Shepherd felt ashamed, for as much as he had told himself to go slow and respect her obvious virginity, as soon as he got a chance to get close to her, he turned into a sex-crazed madman.  "Pixie," he said softly, "it's okay."

 

"No, no, Mr. Shepherd," she said, her Welsh accent becoming more prominent in her nervousness.  "I want this.  I want you."

 

"I want you too." He smiled warmly as he searched for her panties on the ground.  "And it will happen, Megan.  But when you're ready."

 

He found her panties and tried to hand them back to her, but she tried to refuse them.  "No, I want to..."

 

"Megan," he said softly, "put them on.  It's okay."

 

She shook her head again and he could see how much she felt she was disappointing him.  He hugged her close to his hard chest, running his free hand through her long pink hair.  "It's okay," he assured her.  "We can go slow, we can build to this.  As long as you need.  No one's going to find us, we can take our time."  He kissed her hair, her pointed ears, her little elf nose.  She stopped shaking and didn't resist as he pulled her panties back up onto her legs.  

 

When he was sure she had relaxed somewhat, he recovered his discarded button-down on the ground.  He brought it over to her and she got the hint and buttoned it up, backwards to accommodate her wings.  "Come on, let's go to sleep," he said warmly.

 

She perked up hopefully.  "Together?"

 

"Of course," he assured her.

 

They curled up together on the bed, she attempted to spoon into him, but found her wings were too much of a problem and shifted so that they were facing each other.  Shepherd found himself drifting off to sleep instantly, peacefully; Pixie couldn't sleep at all.  Her mind was so full of everything that had happened, and what she knew had to happen next.

 

Next time: Pixie strikes back!