The Fairy

Sapphire hid in a small, flowering bush, and watched the elves as they bathed.

The river that ran through the forest widened substantially here, and thus the current relaxed, allowing for a beautiful, mild section of water. The seven traveling elven women, tempted by it, set up their campsite nearby and decided to call it a very early day, content to spend the evening splashing in the waters, among other things. Naked as the day they were born, and aside from their silky tresses, apparently just as hairless, they washed, played, and teased one another. And the little fairy, in her bush by the waters edge, watched it all, while gently touching herself.

The elven form amazed her. Though her kind, small not only in stature but also in number, were rarely seen, that did not mean they did not see the larger beings that passed through their lands. The young fairy, named for the beautiful blues that colored her gossamer wings like stained glass, had seen humans pass through. Usually either a hunter looking for game, or a few grimy travelers who were in too much a hurry to wash themselves in the river. She assumed they were all men. It was hard to tell from a distance, when they kept their clothes on. She had heard that some humans could be kind souls, but that they could be cruel as well. Due to their unpredictability, she stayed away. She had also seen a goblin, once. Not native to this land, she recognized the small, ugly green thing by reputation. She had seen an ogre, bestial, violent, only barely self aware. She knew they were not actually evil, but she also knew it was as likely to eat her as it was to let her fly past. She kept her distance. But elves? She knew they lived in this wood long ago, but she'd never seen them before, so when a sylph mentioned that some passed though, she had to see!

The elven women towered over her! Though only about four and a half feet tall, she was sure if she stood at their ankles, they may as well be the oaks themselves! Wide, slightly slanted eyes, of blues and greens so deep no human would ever have. Small, slightly upturned noses, high cheekbones, and a seemingly ever present smile from soft pink lips, that revealed perfect teeth. Skin so pale is looked like milk, flat trimmed bodies free of any excess fat, save their modest breasts, hips, and butt. Long limbs could only belong to such a perfect, graceful creature. Naturally free of all body hair, save what was on top of their heads, in shades of reds and bronze and blonde. Sapphire thought that, if they had wings, they would look like giant fairies. She never imagined that a race of the big peoples could look so much like her kin. Except for one difference, one that no one had told her. Elven women, it seemed, were hermaphroditic.

As she had watched the women undress, at this point merely curious, and unashamed of nudity (she lived among nymphs and fauns and sylphs, after all), she was shocked when she saw what she had always thought of as a male member when the first elf to begin undressing had finally removed her traveling pants. Were these actually elven men? She had heard that their men also had soft, beautiful features. But, no. These being had breasts, and as the naked elf bent over, she saw her smooth womanhood. It was not merely this one elf, either. One by one, as their clothes came off, Sapphire saw member after member spring into being. The later ones more springy than the first ones. The women began to joke with one another. A look here, a gentle touch there. Though Sapphire was largely ignorant of the courting ways of other species (and even her own, she was young, and male fairies the rarer of her kind), it soon became clear to her that these women, though women, felt desire for one another. That desire stirred their members. And it effected the tiny fairy as well. She had felt a trickle of her own arousal begin to run down her thigh.

Fairies didn't think of themselves as very sexual. They were naked as a matter of convenience. Sex with other species was never considered, the size difference was just to great. And while they could sate one another's needs, the urge just wasn't there. Due to very long lives, and very few males, mating was rare, and the desire behind it just as rare. While technically 'adult' in as few as forty years, a fairy tended to not look for a mate before her two hundredth. There were simply too many flowers to see, and spirits to talk to, and songs to sing, to concern themselves with it. One child every hundred, hundred and fifty years? With a fairy lifespan, she could still have four or five children before she was too old to have more. Though she had wondered about sex before, and had witnessed it among the fauns and nymphs, sometimes with great curiosity, she had never really been aroused before.

She looked at the beautiful beings as they made their way into the river, their breasts and cocks bouncing as th

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