You find yourself, still female, in the blossom of a giant flower. The scent of the flower was strong, relaxing and somehow, arousing. You see an amber-colored liquid oozing from the pistil of the flower.
Walking over to it, you take a bead of the substance in your finger, the flower shook a bit as you did so. Disregarding the gasp you thought you heard, you taste the liquid to find it had a sweet honey-like flavor, so you wrap your lips around the pistil and begin sucking on it.
As you drink the nectar, you hear erotic moaning, getting louder as you consume the flower’s emissions. Finally, you look up and see the fairy, but she’s gigantic; and apparently the flower itself rests right around where a human’s vagina would be.
Still, you drink the flower until she lets out an orgasmic cry. More of the nectar began billowing from the center of the blossom, as the petals began closing around you. The dark pink light filtered through them was overtaken by shadow, as if the bud was retreating within the fairy herself. Squirming within the tightly coiled petals, you begin to feel a pressure on your forehead, your back and your womanhood as you let out the girliest giggle your voice could produce.