Naomi always loved the scent of flowers, and she couldn’t help but be curious at the scent of a fairy’s flower. She inched her nose closer to Yukiko’s floral sex, but hesitated for a moment.
“Don’t be shy,” the fairy said, “breathe my scent as deep as you wish.”
Naomi moved in and took a deep breath, smelling Yukiko’s flower. It was a wondrous scent, a mixture of countless floral aromas mingled in perfect harmony, it was the most fantastic scent she’d ever experienced. So much so, that she barely even noticed that her lips were now firmly pressed against the petals of Yukiko’s flower, the pistil inside her mouth, and her tongue probing the tiny gap in the center, just wide enough, perhaps, to slip another pistil past.
Naomi stopped, holding her position; she looked up at Yukiko, and with an almost euphoric look on her face, the fairy whispered, “Yes.” With no objections from the fairy, or even herself, Naomi continued.
She scooped her fairy partner into her left hand and sat upright, supporting her tiny lover. Yukiko repeatedly pushed her flower into Naomi’s lips. Naomi’s attention was not so much on the tiny woman’s face as the rhythmic opening and closing of her wings. She felt a pang of envy for the gossamer sheets the same moment their owner let out a sustained moan.
Naomi felt the pistil squirting, hitting the roof of her mouth, a sweet tasting liquid falling on her tongue; it was like a thin-textured honey. She swallowed the liquid as more shot in. She drank everything supplied by the fairy until she finally gave her last, and collapsed, panting.
“That was wonderful, one would think you were already a fairy.” Yukiko said.
”Thanks, I can’t believe I… what do you mean, ‘already a fairy’?”