As both you and the fairy continue moaning in pleasure, your vagina feels like it's opening up, and your clitoris erecting; but you were too lost in the pleasure to really notice. Soon, you and the fairy are looking at one another, panting. "Well, enough foreplay;" she says; "time for the real fun to begin!"
"THAT was foreplay!?" You called out.
"For a sex fairy, it is. Come on, you didn't think a magical sex being would stop at just ONE orgasm, did you? Besides," she looks down to between her legs and you follow her eye line. What you see, is at the same time, bizarre and arousing; both of you have flower blossoms growing from your vaginas; "we've only just begun!" Her words suggested to you that this was a fairy's true sex organ. She fingered one of the "petals", sending a jolt of pleasure to you that felt like a miniature orgasm. "By the way, my name is Whisperwind; you know, in case you need something to shout out in the throes of passion."
You didn't know for sure if she was giving you her real name, or one she made up; but, wanting to play along anyway, you tried to think of a fairy-like name for yourself; almost immediately, something came to you. "In that case, call me Moonbeam."
Whisperwind guided her pistil to the deep center of your blossom as you did likewise to your own erect stigma. Like many flowers, it was lined with anthers near the tip which you found to be very sensitive as you slid yourself into Whisperwind. That, combined with her own pistil's stimulation of your insides and the sudden contact with her petals to yours, made you almost want to orgasm again, right then and there.
Then, the thrusting began; they started slow, but they were as pleasurable as the initial insertion. Moans were muffled by the kissing of the two fairies. At first, both yours and Whisperwind's wings vibrated with each thrust, but soon, they started moving constantly. "Oh! Oh, yes!" You started. "Oh, Whisperwind!" Soon, your bodies started lifting off the bed.
"Oh, Moonbeam; Moonbeam; oooh!" Whisperwind moaned.
Your wings continued to beat, your legs started wrapping around one another's. The two of you were hovering in midair. "Oh, Whisperwind, oh god... ooooh!" You continued.
"Oh, Moonglow, oooh goddess; Oh goddess, YES!" Whisperwind continued. Her calling you Moonglow felt strangely... right somehow.
Oh, god... ooooh, my g-god-d-dess-goddess YES! OH, GODDESS, YES, WHISPERWIIIIIIIIND!!!" With that, you once again orgasmed.
"OH, GODDESS YES; MOONBEEEEEAM!!!" Whisperwind shouted, heralding her own second orgasm.
Thrusting madly into one another, nectar filling up yourselves, you shouted in pleasure exceeding even your previous climax, but that wasn't the last. As you felt yourself coming down, Whisperwind pulled you into a kiss, slipping her tongue deep inside, reigniting the pleasure. Every time the orgasm ebbed, a passionate kiss, or a tweak of your nipple, or a tug of your wing started it up anew. You had no idea such a tiny body could produce such pleasures, but even they had their limits.
You and Whisperwind slowly descended to the bed. There, you pulled out of Whisperwind and fell flat on your back, panting heavily and quickly, your wings still twitching and your mind still processing what just happened. A scent of potpourri and a glittering pink mist caught your attention. Whisperwind was holding a long, narrow pipe; like a cigarette holder without the cigarette; but smoking it all the same. "So," she began, "was it as good for you as it was for me?" All you could do was pant with the occasional short moans. "I'll take that as a yes." She took a drag from her pipe and blew a plume of the glittering smoke out.