Ugh!
Those girls sure are horny all the time. Or is this heat season for fairies?
I was walking down the mossy lands of Fairylynch, a bit worried and honestly a little unsettled that I wasn't feeling all that tired or drained despite the nearly full hour of intense, hot sex I had just finished sharing with the fairies only a short while ago.
"Heavens! Roselyn, have some decency!" Isabelle had exclaimed at first.
But then she had quietly set aside whatever protest she had started with and joined right back in on the debauchery without much further hesitation.
Her light green hair became slightly tousled from multiple rounds, and her pale cheeks flushed with a mix of exasperation and lingering heat.
Anyway, Isabelle had told me—in that calm, polite tone of hers that somehow always managed to cut through the chaos—to walk directly north toward the tallest tree in the entire Fairylynch forest.
