The Fairy Princess - Chapter 1

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I was trying to get a new chapter of "My Daughter's Best Friend" out. It is going well, but chapter 7 is taking longer than expected. I plan on releasing "My Daughter's Best Friend - Chapter 7" around the 14th of February. After that it will likely be "Searching for Sparky - Chapter 2" on the 20th of February.

A long time ago I wrote a very short piece that was highly received about a little fairy called "My Little Friend." This is another take on that piece, expanding it into potentially a fully blown story. I normally never use tags, because all my stories are more or less the same type of content, but I will go ahead and warn you that this potentially falls in the range of "experimental material" due to the starting size point of the main female protagonist being so heavily in the direction of her being small. It is still a stewy story, and stewy things will definitely be happening as they always do, but in the beginning, the woman is quite small so it might potentially not be for everyone. Part of my intention with this service is to explore and create new, unique, and different experiences. Would you like to try it? No worries at all if this is not your thing, because the bigger ladies are coming soon and they will be very big indeed, you'll see.

This chapter is shorter, but it is dense. Let me know if you would like me to continue this story more in the future.

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The Fairy Princess
by stewy

Chapter 1 - Perfect Match

Devon moved the mouse gently against his mousepad in a bedroom that was only lit by a desklamp at night. He clicked the "submit" button to send his Christmas letter to the child that he was taking care of on the other side of the world. It was only one of seven children that Devon sent money too every week on his favorite charity website. Devon didn't make much money, but he had deep conviction in serving the Lord through charity, and he knew that there was no greater investment than in God's children.

 Devon was a young 19-year-old man fresh out of high school. He decided to get a job straight out of highschool as a carpenter. He was still learning, and not entirely skillful yet, but he got paid to work in the shop and learn his trade and he enjoyed it just fine. He liked working with his hands and building tables and chairs.

 "Oh look, I got a new letter from Wanwisa, it's her birthday, cool." Devon said out loud to himself, smiling as he clicked on it to read the letter from one of his sponsored children.

 Devon had no children of his own. He had never even had a girlfriend before. He had a charitable heart however, and definitely shared what God gave him with those in greater need than him.

 "Dear Devon, Thank you for the...." the letter read.

 "Hello, pardon me..." a quiet female voice spoke.

 Devon paused, turned his head to the left slightly, looked up and down a bit and then turned back to his screen to continue reading the letter he was reading on his monitor. He wondered if he had left some sort of media website running in another browser tab. His computer seemed to be making audio noise that sounded like a beautiful young woman.

 "Sorry to bother you..." a quiet female voice spoke again.

 Devon was turning his head and scanning the room behind him a bit. It was dark most of the room. The only light was coming from the desk lamp.

 Turning back to his computer, he started searching for open tabs, and adjusting the volume all the way down.

"It must be playing some strange video I left open somehow." Devon spoke out loud, not knowing where the sound was coming from.

 "It's not your computer." the voice spoke softly again.

 "Uhhhhh, is someone there?" Devon asked, feeling some surprise and discomfort, but not fear.

 "I'm small. I'm walking into the lamp light now." the lovely female voice spoke.

 Devon surprisingly did not flinch, but he froze when he saw her. His mouth half open, he stared with fascination at the lit area of the desk below the lamp.

 Breaching out of the darkness of the night room, the shadows around her body were slowly erased by the lamp light. Like a curtain being pulled back, her form was revealed.

 A tiny little fairy dressed in traditional fairy garb walked daintily and gracefully along the desk briefly looking up at the lamp and shielding her eyes with her arm before seating herself down Indian-style in a lovely classy feminine pink dress. She had long dark brown hair that went down to her hips, and lovely brown eyes that were shaped like a supermodel's. There was a headband full of white and pink flowers on her head that completed the entire look. She looked like royalty.

 **gulp** Devon swallowed.

 "Ummmm. You are a tiny person." said Devon plainly, taking his left hand off of his keyboard and sitting back in his chair.

 "Not exactly, but yes." the fairy agreed, nodding her hair, causing her long dark brown hair to flow and shake beautifully.

 The eyes in Devon's head were captivated by the long flowing hair. It looked like she was straight out of the hair salon with absolutely stunning and perfect long flowing hair. It was easily the most healthy and beautiful hair Devon had ever seen.

 "Did someone shrink you?" Devon asked.

 "No. I'm a fairy." the woman replied.

 Devon had seen animated movies that involved fairies, and generally fairies were nice and kind creatures, but those were movies. Devon could hear the words of his elders telling him to test any spirit to see if it is of God or not.

 "Sorry to ask, but are you dangerous?" Devon politely asked.

 "Not right now." she replied politely.

 Devon could feel honesty in her voice, but also recognized her answer left room for things to change in the future. He didn't sense any intentional deception in her words.

 "Actually, I need your help." she looked up at him, with a pleading face.

 Devon's ears prickled up at the sound of "help."

 "Well, I don't think you are supposed to be here. Do you need my help getting home?" Devon asked.

 "In a way, yes..." the fairy spoke.

 "Where is home?" he asked.

 "Nala-Nala" the fairy replied.

 "Is that far from here?" he questioned.

 "Yes, very." she told him.

 "Then how can I help take you there? I don't even have a car." replied Devon.

 "There is a lot to explain, would you be patient with me?" the fairy spoke politely and sweetly.

 "Sure, please just give me a moment." Devon responded.

 Devon pushed his desk chair back a bit away from the desk, leaned back, stretched, rubbed his hands over his eyes, and shook his head around a bit, lifting his shoulders up and down some to loosen them.

 **blink** **blink** **blink**

 Yup, okay, she's still there. I'm either hallucinating, or there is a small tiny beautiful woman sitting Indian-style on my desk, looking incredibly gorgeous and regal in a real and classy way.

 Devon could tell that she was no ordinary woman. There was something special about her, something noble, something powerful. At the same time, she seemed no threat to him at all currently.

 "I'm a fairy from the kingdom of Nala-Nala, and I have only six hours left to live if you do not help me. If a fairy ever comes to your world, she cannot survive for more than three days without finding a man, so we are often in a bit of a rush." the fairy explained.

 Devon was stunned by how polite, graceful, and well-mannered this woman was. Clearly she had been raised in an excellent home. Her voice was calm, yet authoritative, and her incredibly long and beautiful dark brown hair kept shifting along with her slight head adjustments, causing it to lure Devon's eyes like a hypnotists' focal point.

 "Do you like my hair Devon?" the beautiful little girl asked up at him, smiling at him.

 Damn, that is cute, like... beautiful... wow, that smile.

 "Uhhh...." Devn was taken aback.

 **three second pause**

 "I mean yeah, it's stunning actually." said Devon, staring at her hair a little more.

 The little woman grinned up at him and flicked her hair a little, looking downward shyly and twisting her body left to right cutely.

 Damn, she's cute. What an adorable creature.

 "You can touch it if you want, if you are gentle." she said to him.

 Devon immediately backed up.

 Jezebel spirit?

 "Ummmm, I don't even know who you are?" Devon said, immediately feeling slight regret, wondering if he was too rude to this seemingly helpless little creature.

 The little girl seemed saddened by Devon's words and frowned with a cute sincere pout.

 "In the fairy world, it is said that I am beautiful, do human men not think so?" she asked, pouting cutely up at Devon.

 "Woh woh, it's not that, I'd just like to get to know someone first before doing anything like that. And even if I knew you it might not be ok." said Devon.

 "Really why is that? Just touching someone's hair is forbidden in your kingdom?" asked the fairy.

 "No, it's not forbidden, it's just, usually we don't do anything like that unless we've met each other first." Devon explained simply, feeling the simple explanation was best.

 "Well..." the fairy spoke, standing herself up.

 "My name is Laila..." she spoke giving a regal and graceful bow in a way Devon had never seen before, a bow unique to fairies.

 ".... and I need your help Devon, or I will surely die, and quite soon." Laila told Devon.

 Devon could recognize the seriousness in her tone and her words. While she was polite, kind, and well spoken, she also seemed under a sincere level of duress.

 Once again Devon was entirely captivated by her hair. The way it rolled, shifted, and interwove as she bowed, lifted, turned, and tilted. Devon had never seen anyone with such beautiful hair, ever.

 "Ok, sure, I'll just take you back to Nalala then and we can go right now?"

 The fairy did not correct his pronunciation of her fairy kingdom Nala-Nala and looked up at him hopefully and excitedly, absolutely elated and lit up, like nothing could make her happier in the world.

 "That's great because we don't have much time. When the sun rises, I will surely perish I assure you." her expression changed back to one of despair and sadness.

 Devon looked over at the clock...

 Midnight

 Hrmmm, maybe less than six hours.

  "Why are you dying? How do I get you home before you die?"

  Her frown and sadness instantly lifted and she began smiling with hope again when Devon began speaking to her. Devon definitely noticed this.

  "I need you to touch my hair." she told him with her sweet voice.

 Jezebel.

  Devon's spider sense was tingling at such flirtatious words.

 Wait, is she flirting? Why would someone about to die flirt? Maybe I don't understand?

  "So if I touch your hair, you will go back to Nalala and not die?" Devon asked.

  The little fairy began nodding profusely and excitedly, her smile widening ear to ear.

 Devon really took his time thinking about it.

What if she bites your finger off dude?

 Look how small she is, what is the worst she could possibly do?

  "Ok, I will agree, but please don't do anything strange ok?" Devon insisted.

 Laila put her lips together and puffed up her lips with air nodding profusely again cutely, she was so animated. It was adorable.

  Very slowly, Devon began to reach out his arm, not really trusting the situation entirely, but he couldn't logically work out how this little creature could cause him any amount of trouble at all.

  Closer and closer his hand drifted towards little Laila's head, sitting cross-legged on the desk, closing her eyes and smiling ear to ear, the most hopeful and expectant waiting.

 Soft. The softest.

It actually made his lips open how soft it was. It was the softest most loveliest tactile sensation he had felt. The softness, the hair, the way it felt on his finger, he was astonished.

 Devon had touched her for hardly more than a second before Laila leaned her neck up and rubbed her neck and head against his finger, like a cat rubbing itself against a carpetted wooden tower.

 Devon was surprised and unsure how to react. This beautiful soft cute woman was rubbing herself rather passionately into his index finger, sliding her neck up and down it, almost like a cat rubbing her scent into it, marking its territory.

 "Wuhh.... what are you doing?" Devon asked, starting to pull his hand away.

 Laila immediately reached up, grasping at his finger eagerly, but Devon pulled his hand away fast enough.

 "Ok, I touched your hair, now you can go back home right?" Devon asked.

 "I need you to touch it again..." she pouted cutely, clearly frustrated, but cutely frustrated.

 "I don't think you do..." said Devon shaking his head.

 "When fairies come to this world, we only have three days to find a proper match, or we die. I've had a particularly unlucky run, until now of course." she said her expression changed to look up at him hopefully.

 "I needed to take my time to find the highest quality man for something important. Devon... I do need you... or I will die... please help me? Pretty please?" she asked so cutely.

 Devon was wrought with compassion.

 Is she telling the truth? What a horrible situation if she is.

 "Just allow me your finger please Devon. I know you are a very good man." she spoke eagerly.

 "You were spying on my website activity?" Devon asked.

 "No Devon, I don't need to do that. I can smell you. That's why I'm here. I caught your scent." spoke Laila sweetly, her soft feminine voice sounding so lovely.

 Smell me? My scent?

 "I'm listening." Devon said, but Laila simply smiled up at him and shook her head "no" before opening up her arms as if to say "come to me" and invite me into a hug.

 Devon rolled his eyes a bit.

 "Ok ok fiiiiineeee...." Devon gave in.

 This time, as he slowly extended his index finger towards her, the fairy grabbed the finger and hugged it to her small, cute, beautiful female body, like hugging a tree.

 It happened, very fast, but Devon couldn't panic. Devon knew that if he panicked and flailed his hands, he would toss the fairy across the room and potentially splat her body into the wall and get her injured or worse. Out of compassion, he restrained his own hand from spasming backwards as Laila hugged her body into his index finger. She was squeezing her body into it in earnst, squeezing and lightening up, and then squeezing again, and again.

 *very small gentle wet sounds*

 Devon was forced to control himself, and watch as this beautiful fairy girl started making out with his finger, her long beautiful hair cascading all around, touching his fingers and hand, reminding him of how soft it is. She was pecking his finger repeatedly again and again, and then licking it like a cat drinking milk from a platter. Devon thought that he heard her make some sort of noise, like a small animal getting excited.

 "Ok, that's enough of that please." said Devon, but the fairy didn't stop.

 She started squeezing into him more and more as if to say "Don't you try to remove me, I'll never let go or give in."

 "Laila, that's enough, ok?" he asked again.

 The little fairy girl ignored him entirely, and just kept squeezing and kissing his finger again and again so passionately.

 Tingles.

 Devon felt tingling between his legs, for sure. There was no doubt that despite her tiny size, this was getting to him. She was very passionate and seemed to be some sort of amazing lover. Thank God that she wasn't bigger...

 "Laila, I'm going to remove you from my finger, I'm sorry." said Devon.

 "Nooooooo!" she yelled in earnest passion, her famale voice pleading.

 Devon was nervous about touching her, but he brought his other hand's index finger and thumb to pinch together gently around her torso. Her flesh felt almost as good as her hair, and felt lovely to the touch. It felt like touching a woman in every way, despite her small size. It was exciting for Devon, and he immediately withdrew his hands before pulling her off.

 "Laila, please let go, and I'll take you to your home ok?"

 "I need you Devon. I really need you." Laila said, kissing Devon's finger more and more so passionately.

 Devon felt a serious stirring in his loins.

 Danger zone. I'm in the danger zone.

 Finally he simply pulled her off, but was surprised by the amount of force she had in holding on. She super did not want to stop squeezing, kissing, and licking Devon's finger.

 Finally she separated her from his finger and stood her on the desk after she flailed a bit.

 She stomped her feet and pouted frustratedly as she inflated her cheeks with air.

 "Devon this might sound strange to you, but I can smell that you have what I need. I need you to give it to me, or I will die when the sun rises. If you help me I will do anything for you that you ask." she frowned her face, looking so sad, and so cute.

Devon really felt like this situation was escalating. His heartbeat was increasing for sure.

 Laila stared up at Devon and Devon stared back down, seeing her sad eyes starting to tear up.

"I need to suck your dick so badly right now Devon. Please!" she said to me bowing to me as deeply as possible.

Jezebel! But wait, her bow is so deep and respectful.

 Despite feeling tingling in between his legs at her words, he felt so much sincere desperation coming off of her that the situation was stressful for Devon. He couldn't believe she had said that so directly. He sat back in his chair again pondering the situation.

 "Hey, look, I'm sorry, we're not married and I can't allow that." Devon said.

 "Then marry me now, and I will suck your dick so well Devon, I promise. I'll be so gentle and sweet to your dick." she spoke directly.

 Ugggghhhh.

 At this point Devon was getting nervous. He was definitely having sensations between his legs at the straight-forward approach of this tiny little fairy.

 She is moving as fast as possible.

 Devon had always wanted a wife. This woman was indeed fair, and indeed beautiful, but a fairy from another world? It seemed daunting to say the least.

 "Even if I called a priest over here, I'm not even sure I could get one on such short notice." Devon said.

 "Then pledge yourself to me now, let me suck your dick, and then we can get married tomorrow." said Liala, super insistent.

 Ughhh.

 Devon had full control of himself, and would never compromise his values, but she was actually saying sensible things that were purely logical, and the temptation of having a beautiful woman, tiny or not, touching his body, definitely had an impact on his mind, and inflamed his manly desires to be in a committed and loving relationship with a lovely God-fearing woman under the eyes of the Lord.

 "Devon, I am a particularly powerful fairy, and I have special needs, and it took me a long time to find you and I risked everything to do so. I know you are the best man, with the best seed, and I need it badly because I need a lot of energy. If you let me suck your dick now, I will do anything you ask, I promise. Please! Pleeease!" she spoke with so much emotion, so much passion, bouncing on her feet as she said the word "please."

"I want to be Mrs.Devon forever, and I'll make you soooo happy, I promise. I know you loved what I did to your finger, I can see it moving in your pants Devon. I know you like me. I know it wants me. Your penis wants me so much I can feel it. I can even smell your energy feeling so eager. I'll bet you've been holding it in so long. How many weeks has it been Devon, with you holding it in that long?" Laila spoke.

Devon was becoming visibly aroused by this tiny fairy's words. His dick was indeed starting to poke into his pants, and his face was a bit flushed.

"I'm entirely serious you know. I will not live much longer if you turn me down, but I understand. I would love it if you would hold me in your hands as you watch me die. I don't want to die alone." the fairy spoke, starting to sob and cry, dropping to her knees.

Holy shit.

"Can you please explain to me what is happening a bit better. I just want to understand."

Devon was so distressed and alarmed by her crying and sobbing.

"I need your energy Devon. I need to suck it out. It's everything I need and more. You are denying me life and it hurts. I feel so sad. I would do anything you asked just for one drop." she pleaded.

"Ok wait just a minute. Please just wait. Please give me a minute." said Devon, feeling the weight of the situation entirely.

Devon leaned forward and put his head in his hands... thinking and thinking.

Thinking and thinking... thinking and thinking...

He started hearing quiet soft kissing sounds.

**smooch** **smooch** **smooch**

Laila was puckering her lips, kissing into the air, making loud skillful kissing sounds.

All it did was remind Devon of the things Laila had done to his finger. Then he imagined her doing the same thing to his penis and he felt another twitch between his legs.

Devon had listened to many men at his church complain about their wives and warn him about bad women. It seemed that women were dangerous indeed. Marriage was very serious. He couldn't make such a serious decision so quickly. Could he?

Devon actually believed her. It was all too absurd for it to not be true. Laila really had convinced him that she would die. He was horrified at the thought of any of God's innocent creatures dying when he could have directly prevented it. Yet there was no way to give her what she wanted without marrying her.

I could do a lot worse. She's very pretty. She seems to really like me.

"I'll give you what you need, but you have to seriously promise to marry me. We have to agree to it now. I will need it in writing." said Devon.

Is this happening right now?

Devon pulled out a piece of paper and began writing on it.

"I Liala the fairy do solemnly pledge my undying loyalty and hand in marriage to Devon Myers at 269 North Rock Lane Apt 1A."

 "Can you move a pen?" Devon asked, sliding the paper towards the fairy and handing her a pen.

 The fairy was overly excited, smiling and jumping up and down, eager to take the pen. She took the pen and made a unique stroke onto the page as she could.

Devon looked down and saw a decently fancy drawn "L" and that was good enough for him as a unique indicative mark that would hold up in a court of law.

"Ok Laila, you are my wife now." Devon smiled.

"And I will love you, cherish you, and protect you forever. How is that?" Devon promised with sincerity.

The fairy was crying, tears running down her face, she was howl-crying in happiness.

"My lovely husband, I need you to let me suck your dick right now. I really can't wait. It hurts, please." said Laila pleadingly.

Devon could see her panic and duress and was flustered.

"Ok sorry, I'm a virgin. What do I do?" Devon asked, his body mannerism were awkward and uncomfortable, devoid of romantic and sexual confidence.

"Pick me up, place me on the bed, and please lie down and I'll do everything entirely. You won't have to move a muscle." Laila guided and soothed with her confident lovely female voice.

Devon did as he was told, and placed her gently on the bed, surprised by how amazing her body felt in his hands. She really was an incredible woman, this fairy, and her hair felt so soft cascading in his hands and fingertips. The material of her lovely pink dress felt smooth and wonderful as well. It seemed so expensive and high quality, maybe hand-made?

Devon stared up at the ceiling with his back laying on the bed, drinking in the full gravity of the situation as he felt a tiny woman begin crawling on his right hip. She was pretty strong and athletic and she had no issue pulling her way up. Devon felt her little body tugging a bit on the cloth material of his pants. It was actually adorable, but also stimulating. Even the smallest tug moved the material of his pants a bit.

Peaking down only briefly, he saw the beautiful fairy was now standing on his crotch area, walking around.

Oops, eye contact.

The fairy Laila had given him a smoldering sexy look that he had not seen before. Her headband, built by some fairy craft, shifted in her grasp as she pulled and worked her hair, pulling all her long flowing incredible dark brown hair into a ponytail as she gazed up at Devon's eyes, wordlessly telling him "I mean business."

Devon felt his penis twitch as he felt too shy to meet her gaze any longer. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and let her do all the work as she had promised.

**ZzzzzzzZZzzzzzzzziiiiiiipppppppp**

Oh goodness, was she crawling inside? No, couldn't be. Oh damn, she actually is. It feels incredible, feeling her body move around in there, holy moly...

**tiny squeeking noises of arousal**

If anyone had entered the room, they would have thought there was a chirping mouse in Devon's pants, but it was so much more magical than that. It was a beautiful sexy regal fairy of incredible feminine beauty that had crawled inside Devon's pants and was rutting around inside of them like a mouse under the rug.

What Laila had done to Devon's finger earlier, she was doing to him now inside of his pants. He could feel her whole body hugging his penis like someone clinging to a tree, squeezing it in earnst. He could tell she was kissing and licking, but he could only feel it over his underwear. It didn't matter that much though, all her motions felt incredibly erotic.

Devon was so hard, and Laila seemed to love it. There were more feminine squeaking noises from inside of his pants as his the material of his pants began moving more and more. The motion in his crotch was increasing as the cute little mouse-like fairy bopped around inside of there this way and that. Devon didn't want to look for some reason. It was starting to feel so pleasurable and Devon's mouth was half-open, feeling the pleasure permeate his genitals and body. It felt fantastic.

 Just like she had done to the finger, the fairy began kissing, licking, and squeezing so passionately. She clearly did mean business, and after a while he felt her start to crawl into his pants one level deeper. He almost gasped when he felt her soft arm slip through the gap in his boxers and touch his penis directly. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, and so stimulating as it rubbed against his seemingly gigantic penis compared to her body.

 Oh shit.

 "UNNNNnnnnnnnnHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Devon let out a very unexpected grunt of arousal that seemed to come out of nowhere.

 He thought it was just the first spike of pleasure, but no.

 Laila certainly did not let go... The squeezing didn't stop, the kissing didn't stop, and the licking didn't stop.

 **squeek squeek squeek** the squeeking arousal noises of a tiny fairy bopping around inside of Devon's pants, doing her best to make his dick ejaculate. She was clearly good at it.

 "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh...." Devon breathed out loudly.

 He could feel she had stopped moving, and was just holding his penis in a hug. He could feel her little lips and mouth touching him here and there, though her body parts were so small. Then, the sensation started getting a bit bigger. The kissing feeling grew a bit larger inside of his pants. It felt like he could feel her lips more, feel her tongue more. It all felt different than just a moment ago.

 **sucking noises**

 It felt like a suction cup attached to the top of my penis. Laila had positioned her mouth right over the entrance, hoping to catch everything that came out of my young healthy organ that she was massaging, hugging, and choking the heck out of with what feminine muscles and power she had with a body of that small a size. She was doing such a good job I could feel myself tipping over the edge.

Laila rode my penis like riding a pony, driving her healthy beautiful feminine hips into it, with her legs wrapped around it, her thighs squeezing it. Her humble chest was hugging into it again and again, squeezing his penis near the tip as she put her mouth on him, sucking and sucking.

 **even louder sucking noises**

 **rustling noises of a tiny body humping a man's penis vigorously and passionately inside of his pants**

 True to her word, Laila absolutely took care of Devon's penis like a champion.

 Devon lost his virginity to Laila, the tiny fairy princess, ruler of the fairy kingdom.

 Laila drained all of Devon's seed with her mouth without spilling so much as a drop, taking in his massive volume quite easily into her hungry fairy body that needed his seed more than anything in the world. Having fed on the life essence of her perfect match, she was satiated, happy, satisfied, healthy, and no longer under the imminent risk of perishing. She felt strong, happy, confident, and wonderful. Her whole body was glowing with joy, health, happiness, and pleasure. Devon's seed was the most delicious she had ever tasted in all her life. She was thrilled with her decision to take the time to find the proper mate. She could tell that Devon would make her a very powerful fairy indeed. He was the perfect match and husband for her.