Awakened Zelenin

Part 2


Zelenin walked through Antlia's icy caverns, uncertain about what she was hoping to find. The incident at Boötes had left her convinced that the demons of the Schwartzwelt were a threat to be eradicated and nothing more. However, that confidence had been shaken when she had found Hathor waiting in her quarters. Suddenly all those stories from the Strike Team about how the demonic horde wasn't just bent on destroying mankind sounded a lot less like wishful thinking.

So here she was, visiting that area of the ice caves the Strike Team had nicknamed the 'Fairy Village'. Supposedly a certain member of the Strike Team had helped a High Pixie form this place and out of gratitude the area had been declared a safe place for any human who didn't start any trouble. Zelenin felt she owed it to herself to find out if that was true. If even the notoriously mercurial fey could be trusted to keep a promise, then the demons could be negotiated with. And if negotiation was possible, then eradication was unethical - at least until negotiations failed.

Part of her couldn't help but feel revulsion at the mere thought of talking with the demons, but she recognised that that part of her was still imprisoned in Boötes.

The Fairy Village was far from Boötes. Most of the demons milling about paid her no attention and the few that did didn't display any overt hostility. A Silky who'd been sweeping the icy ground with a broom for some reason waved at her with a smile on her face. Zelenin almost waved back, but she stopped herself in time, though she couldn't quite stop the faint smile tugging at her lips. Whether she'd noticed anything about her or not, the Silky nodded cheerfully and went back to her sweeping, humming happily to herself.

"Hey there."

Zelenin turned away from the Silky to see a small, redheaded fairy in blue come fluttering towards her. She nodded a polite greeting.

"Good day," she said.

The Pixie stopped short in front of her, then flew a few quick circles around her before coming to rest somewhere in front of her masked face. "Always nice to see a new face around here."

"How can you tell?" Zelenin asked.

"You've got blue on your upper arms," the Pixie pointed out. "Not a lot of humans with blue on their upper arms around here. Mostly red, really. What does that mean, anyway?"

"It denotes our role in the mission," Zelenin said.

"Oh," said the Pixie, in the tone of voice of someone who hadn't understood what had just been said and didn't much care anyway. "Say, do you happen to know Hathor?"

"I do, as it happens," Zelenin said carefully. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, she's a friend of mine," the Pixie said happily. "Well, one of them is, anyway. And she's been telling me about this human she got to know. You wouldn't happen to be blonde underneath that helmet, would you?"

"I am, actually," Zelenin replied.

Pixie somersaulted in the air, a huge grin forming on her face. "Awesome. I'd been hoping to meet you."

"How much has Hathor told you?" Zelenin asked, not quite managing to keep the suspicion out of her voice.

The tiny fairy winked at her. "Just that you proved to be a friend, if you know what I mean."

"She said I was a friend of your kind?"

"Sure," Pixie said happily. "I mean, OK, not all of us. It's not like we're all the same or anything. It's just that I'm pretty sure there's some humans out there who do think we're all the same and just want to get rid of us all and you're not one of them. Right?"

"Right..." Zelenin said slowly.

"So..." said Pixie, clasping her hands behind her back and looking innocently up at the icy ceiling. "Hathor happened to let slip that you can be really friendly if you feel like it and, well, I've never been really friendly with a human before, so..."

"You want to come back with me to the Red Sprite?"

"Only if you want me to."

Zelenin didn't answer right away. The first thought that sprung to mind was that bringing an untamed Fairy on board would only lead to trouble when she inevitably turned on her, confirming the lesson Boötes had taught her. But the memory of Hathor's lips followed hot on its heels, subtly suggesting that it would be foolish to reject Pixie's offer. There was, in short, no downside as far as she could see. Either her wavering conviction would be bolstered, or she would end up having another enjoyable night.

"I would not object to your company," Zelenin replied.

"Great," Pixie said happily, flying to her and sitting down on her shoulder. "Let's go."

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The walk back to Zelenin's quarters on the Red Sprite had been surprisingly uneventful. Nobody had remarked on the fact that she'd walked through the ship's corridors with a demon on her shoulder. Granted, Pixies weren't considered much of a threat any more, but Zelenin had still expected at least some remarks about the fact that she of all people was walking around with a demon out in the open. Instead, nobody had said a word, though there had been a number of poorly concealed smiles.

The moment Zelenin set foot inside her quarters, Pixie fluttered away from her shoulder.

"Pretty boring place you got here," she remarked, flying over to the bare closet and looking over the shelves. "Too much metal."

"The Red Sprite wasn't constructed for comfort," Zelenin replied.

"Obviously," Pixie said. "Still, it's got its good points."

"Really?" Zelenin asked. "What might those be."

"It's got a nice temperature."

Pixie had barely finished the sentence before she stripped out of her blue bathing suit. Even though she left her long blue gloves and boots on, the simple action functionally revealed her petite body. Her breasts were understandably tiny, but Zelenin couldn't help but wonder if they were petite even by Pixie standards. She had a neat strip of trimmed red hair near her pussy, which was somewhat unexpected. Some of the fey might have been quite vain, but even so, Zelenin wouldn't have expected even them to pay particular attention to their pubic hair.

Zelenin blinked when she realised what she was doing. She was calmly measuring up Pixie's essentially naked body. And she could be so calm about because she didn't feel a hint of shock or even surprise. A demon had just stripped naked in front of her and it hadn't startled her in the slightest. It was a bit... peculiar.

Though as she saw Pixie come fluttering towards her, Zelenin discovered that she wasn't completely lacking an emotional response. She felt her body become warmer the better she could see the fairy's tiny, naked body.

"Hey, tell me something," Pixie said, hovering tantalisingly near Zelenin's face. "Why's everyone dressed in here?"

"Pardon?" Zelenin asked.

"It's so nice in here you don't need clothes to keep warm, so why keep wearing them?"

"It's against regulations," Zelenin replied.

"Why?" Pixie asked. "Oh, wait, I get it. This is one of those fruit things, isn't it?"

"Fruit things?" Zelenin asked.

"Never mind," Pixie said breezily, waving a dismissive hand. "But hey, if I heard Hathor's story correctly, it's not 'against regulations' to be naked in your own quarters, is it?"

"True enough."

Zelenin began undoing her own uniform, working perhaps a little slower than she could have. There was an eagerness in Pixie's eyes, a hunger for every inch of revealed skin. Zelenin couldn't deny that feeling that burning gaze on her body was quite... pleasant. Before too long Pixie was flying circles around her increasingly exposed body, cooing appreciatively. When she casually discarded her bra, the fairy hovered back and forth across her chest, wanting to see both her now bare breasts, but unwilling to fly away far enough to be able to see them both at once. It was adorable, really.

A few moments later, Zelenin had stripped completely naked, which technically meant Pixie, in spite of her confusion over a lack of nudity on the Red Sprite, was wearing more clothes than she was. The obversation amused her a little and she smiled as she sat down on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs. Pixie with disappointment when her pussy disappeared from her sight.

"Well then," Zelenin said. "I assume you can use your magic to make yourself bigger."

"Nope," Pixie said happily. "And I can't make you smaller either."

"Then how..."

"Don't you worry," Pixie said. "Just lie back and leave everything to me."

Bemused, Zelenin did so, lying down on her back. Moments later, she saw Pixie hovering in front of her face, smiling mischievously. The fairy planted a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose, then flew away again.

Zelenin raised herself onto her elbows and looked down to see Pixie hovering over her chest, wings flapping like a hummingbird's. The tiny redhead swooped down to kiss her breasts. It was a strange sensation. The fairy's lips felt quite normal, but they covered a much smaller area of skin that Zelenin would have expected from normal-feeling lips. The result was a tiny pinprick of pleasure, sending a small shiver of arousal through her naked body.

Still, what Pixie lacked in quantity she made up for in a different kind of quantity. Her kisses rained down on her breasts, one almost immediately after the other, rapidly traversing her curves. All those tiny little kisses on her skin sort of melded together inside Zelenin's body into a flow of glowing arousal. Before she knew it, she was panting shallowly as she watched Pixie flit across her chest, landing those perfect little kisses everywhere she could.

Pixie looked up at her and giggled, no doubt because of seeing the growing lust in her eyes or her open-mouthed panting.

"See?" the fairy said. "Told you to just leave everything to me."

Zelenin's eyes widened when she saw the impishly grinning girl fly up and stradle on of her nipples, tiny legs spread across her areaola. Pixie lowered herself slowly until her pussy brushed against the tip of her nipple. The redhead moaned softly and shuddered slightly as she rubbed herself against Zelenin. For her part, Zelenin couldn't help but feel partially bewildered at feeling that tiny area of moist heat grind against her sensitive nipple. But bizarre or no, the feeling was also quite enjoyable in its own strange way and it was made all the better by Pixie's increasingly enthusiastic, high-pitched moans.

Zelenin watched Pixie become more frantic every second, grinding her tiny, undulating body against her nipple, eyes closed, mouth open. One gloved hand snaked down to play with her clit, while the other reached up to toy frantically with her breasts. The lustful sight was a thing of strange, erotic beauty, enhanced, somehow, by the innocent purity of her honest pleasure. Zelenin wondered if the tiny fairy could orgasm from just rubbing her pussy against the tip of her nipple and rather hoped that was the case. Then Pixie's eyes opened abruptly and she gave her an embarrassed smile.

"Oh my," she giggled. "Got a bit carried away there."

"Not at all," Zelenin breathed. "Please..."

"No, no," said Pixie, flying away. "This isn't about me. This is all about you."

"How so?"

"Oh, never mind," Pixe said. She winked. "Still, good thing you're a bit too thick for me or I would've really forgotten."

The image of her nipple sinking into the fairy's pussy flashed across Zelenin's mind and she shuddered briefly.

"Aw, and I made such a mess, too," Pixie continued. "Spilled my juices all over you. Better clean up, huh?"

Zelenin moaned when she felt Pixie's tiny tongue lap at her nipple. A shiver of pleasure ran through her every time the little fairy licked her sensitive flesh. Zelenin couldn't tell if Pixie was actually lapping up her own fluids or simply using that as an excuse to lick and kiss her nipple and didn't care. In a way, she hoped she wasn't because that way, Pixie would spend a lot more time lavishing her attention on her. Before too long, Zelenin lowered herself onto her back again, her interest in seeing what Pixie was doing losing out to the desire to focus on feeling what she was doing.

Pixie eager licking stopped after a while and Zelenin felt her plant one tiny kiss more on the tip of her nipple. Soon after she felt Pixie fly down her body, her own tiny form occasionally brushing against her skin. Zelenin's legs had already been far enough apart to allow Pixie's petite frame, but when she realised the destination of the fairy's flight she spread them further anyway in instinctive invitation.

Pixie giggled with delight.

A few moments later, Zelenin moaned and her back arched as she felt pleasure flower inside of her. She couldn't quite figure out what Pixie was doing down between her legs, but in her lust-addled state she also couldn't bring herself to care. Whatever it was, it sent waves of hot arousal through her appreciative body and for the moment that was the only thing that mattered. In a way, it was the only thing that ever mattered. Who cared about the method so long as this erotic enjoyment was the result?

Even so, after the initial, overpowering rush, Zelenin managed to regain just enough of her wits to figure out what Pixie did to fill her with such pleasure. The tiny fairy was dancing against her folds, grinding her entire body against her pussy. She felt soft where her exposed skin rubbed against her wetness and only slightly coarser where the fabric of her gloves met her folds.

Zelenin's moans grew louder as her pleasure grew thanks to Pixie's bizarrely erotic dance. The tiny fairy must have done this before. With Hathor, perhaps, or that friendly Silky she'd seen earlier today. It was the only explanation for the girl's skill in this peculiar kind of pleasure. Somehow she knew just how to grind against her pussy, knew exactly where to brush against her with her bare breasts or stroke her with her gloved hand to let the beautiful, lustful heat bloom inside of her as hotly and as frequently as possible.

A high-pitched shriek escaped from Zelenin's lips, her naked body shuddering violently, when she felt Pixie's tiny tongue lick her clit. The sensation was almost painful, but managed to remain just this side of completely pleasurable, effectively overloading her senses. The blonde scientist lost all her remaining control as the fairy lapped her sensitive nub, wantonly moaning her pleasure, her body shivering with unrestrained lust, hands clenching the bedsheets. So absolute were the feelings unleashed by the fairy's tongue that Zelenin lost almost all awareness of the fact that Pixie was still grinding her mostly naked body against her pussy.

Zelenin clenched her teeth and hissed. She could feel her orgasm coming, but she didn't want it to. She wanted to keep experiencing the hot intensity of Pixie's tongue. She didn't want to give up the desperate pleasure burning her body. But try as she might, part of Zelenin knew that what she wanted didn't matter. No human could experience this much raw pleasure and not climax. The only way not to come was if Pixie suddenly drew away and left her and even if that happened, she wouldn't be able to stop her own hand from shooting down between her legs and fingering herself to an orgasm of her own. The best she could hope for was to struggle for just a few seconds more of the inferno.

A few seconds passed. Zelenin screamed when her release flooded through her, trading sharp intensity for glorious bliss. Rather than shudder and struggle, the blonde scientist felt elated as her orgasm lifted her up to a height she'd experienced only once before. The climactic pleasure washed away her lust and filled her chest with joy, granting her a single moment of absolute pleasure.

Zelenin blinked and turned her head. Pixie was lying on the pillow beside her, her entire body glimmering with her juices. The red-haired fairy had a huge grin on her face.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself," she purred.

"Oh yes," Zelenin breathed. "It was a bit odd, but... thank you."

Pixie giggled. "My pleasure," she said. She stretched herself, subtly showing off her petite curves. "People ought to find the time to enjoy themselves, don't you think? I mean, if you can't have fun from time to time, what's the point, right?"

"Mmm," Zelenin replied dreamily. "I suppose you're right."