4 comments/ 12458 views/ 19 favorites Just Be Yourself By: dreadknots Chapter 1 "Another day, another shitty paycheck." Nadia shouldered open the door to her modest one bedroom apartment, trying to hold the three full bags of groceries before the bottoms of the cheap recycled plastic gave out. She managed to get them onto her kitchen counter just in time. She sighed. She caught her reflection in the mirror on the closet next to the door. Cloudy grey eyes staring out from behind matted brown, unkempt hair. She brushed it out of the way, blinking away a strand that had caught itself in her eyelashes. She'd never really filled in, the way her friends had in high school. She had small breasts, barely-handfuls hiding under her loose fitting store uniform. She was skinny, almost waifish, with a voracious metabolism. And at 6'1, she towered over a lot of her peers. Which sucked, sometimes. It was awesome when it came to grabbing stuff from a high shelf, but a lot of guys didn't like women as tall or taller than them. Her figure didn't leave her much desire to stick with feminine clothing, so she usually went unisex on her days off. She owned a single pair of heels, but they'd been broken when she tried to stomp a mouse to death on a rather inauspicious date attempt. They sat in a bag next to her winter boots in the back of the closet. "Another Friday night of penitent solitude." she added, putting away the assorted vegetables and tins from her run to the store after work. She worked a soul-crushing department store job, and the forced cheerfulness mandated by management was beginning to get intolerable. How was she supposed to know that journalism would be dead before she left school. Now she was in the hole about 30k in student loans, and no hope-filled career as a cub reporter to show for it. The whole experience had left her a little jaded. Once her food for the next two weeks was put away, she threw her uniform violently into the hamper. Then, reluctantly, picked it back up and hung it. She had two, but one was at her best friend's place after an impromptu emotional rescue on Wednesday. Lilly had gotten dumped. Again. And she'd taken it exactly as hard as she said she wouldn't anymore. After about eight hours of booze, treacly romcoms, and an ill-advised jam session, she'd managed to traipse back home at 3 AM. But without her uniform shirt. And her socks. And her copy of 'Love, Unquestionably', which, truth be told, she would never actually ask returned due to the sheer embarrassment to have to actually admit to owning it. But the whole incident had brought up an uncomfortable fact: she hadn't had a date in eight months. And not like the track record before that was that sterling, either. She'd tried to make it work, tried to put herself out there. But she kept finding what seemed to be the Worst Male Humans Possible. The last, a thirty year old that seemed to have barely left high school, had killed her desire for human contact for a whole week. He'd talked during the movie, smelled like a bottle of cologne exploded in a butcher shop, and had insisted on going 'halfsies' on a bar tab that was basically all his. When he asked to come in, she had burst out laughing and slammed the building's door. More to the point, she hadn't had sex in...maybe a year? A year and a half? The idea shocked her. She hadn't realized it had been that long, but going through the calendar in her head, it made sense. It had been just before convocation, when the future had been bright and relatively sober. Jesse was pretty average in the looks department, but he had a way with his tongue that made Nadia squirm just thinking about it. Plus he could have a conversation for longer than a couple seconds, which frankly made him ten steps ahead of any of the guys she'd met since leaving college. Eighteen months, if it wasn't a day. Thinking about Jesse had got her a little hot, more than she expected. Maybe it was some stress she needed to blow off, but she really felt the need to rub one out. Food could wait. She slid out of her pants, sat in her office chair, and booted up her laptop. Past the login and a cursory glance at her email, she clicked through the folder innocuously titled 'Read Later' in her browser's bookmarks. The links were stories, mostly. Most of the porn they put out had the adolescent teen male in mind, and never focused on the guy doing the fucking as much as the full figured lady receiving said fucking. She thought of the women in those videos. They were like...her antithesis. Short, busty, great hair and ass...she shook off the introspection. Now was definitely not the time for a case of the downers. She scrolled through some of her favourites, letting her eyes slide down the words as that familiar heat rose in her belly. She slid the fingers of her left hand down, past the elastic of her panties and against her sex. She kept reading, making lazy circles on her sensitive bud. When the action surged towards a climax, so did she. She dove her other hand down, plunging gently into her moist slit while she diddled her clit with practiced ease. She closed her eyes, imagining the man of her dreams taking her in his arms, laying her down, eating her out before straddling her body. His thick cock throbbing, ready to...ready to... "Mnf!" It hit her faster than she was expecting, her lower lips clenching against her fingers as the lightning crackle of orgasm shot through her system. It didn't last long, but it felt good to imagine being an object of sexual desire...if just for a moment. She chuckled to herself as she pulled her hands from her staining panties. "I need to get laid." Light, intense and sudden, exploded in her bedroom. Nadia spun around in her chair, then leapt to her feet. "Hello!" The light declared in a painfully cheerful tone. It slowly dimmed, revealing the form of a woman. Slightly older than Nadia, but positively gorgeous. Perfect features, with flowing golden hair and a dress meant for a 19th century formal occasion. She held a purple utensil of some kind in her left hand, while her other moved and flowed with her words. "You've said today's magic words!" Nadia scrambled to find something to defend herself with. All she came up with was a stapler. She raised it like a deadly bludgeon. "Wha...what the fuck? Why are you in my apartment? Where did you get a flashbang?!" The redhead frowned. "Why is shocked incredulity all I get from you people anymore? You discover the wheel, and all of a sudden you act surprised when a fairy appears." "A fairy? The fuck?" "I'm deathly serious. My name is Lynde, of the august Court of Human-Fae Relations, and I'd like to help you out with your problem." The woman moved closer, and suddenly Nadia realized she was standing half naked in front of a stranger. She covered herself. "Fairies are like, three inches tall. And they have wings," Nadia folded her arms over her exposed breasts. "And also not real!" "Alright, let's dispense with the pretence of disbelief." She gestured sharply with her finger, and Nadia lifted from the ground. She flailed in terror, hurling the stapler with all her might. It went wide, managed only to knock over her cheap bedside lamp. Nadia screamed for about half a minute. When she realized she was just kind of floating there, she managed to calm down a bit. Lynde stood off-kilter, tapping her feet on the carpet. "Are you done?" Nadia sagged. "Yeah, okay." She felt her feet touched the ground, and she gave a grateful sigh. She wanted to reach down and grab a hold of the ugly shag like it was a dear friend, apologize for all the things she'd spilled on it over the years. "Now, I'd like to give you a chance to make your wish happen." The fairy said with a nod. "My wish?" Nadia asked. "You said, and I quote 'I need to get laid.' Those words, and their multilingual counterparts, are my clarion call. Whenever the desire for sex is uttered, especially after a long period of drought, I am called to help. But I can only help so many people. You're just one lucky camper, Nadia. Like winning the sexual lottery!" "Let's, for the sake of my own sanity, assume that this is not a hallucination and you really are who you say you are. Why would you want to help me?" "Pure altruism, of course! Mortals are sexual creatures. Not allowing that part of you out once in a while is unhealthy. It's for your own good," The blonde shuffled her feet, looking off out the window before continuing in a much quieter tone. "And also carnal energy between two parties that wouldn't have had sex without fae interference is a powerful magical fuel source...But mostly it's the altruism thing. You need this, honest and true. You've been living under a black cloud for months, and dour, snarky tomboy jerk isn't reeling them in right now." Nadia's eyes narrowed. "So you've been watching me." "Not me, personally. All mortals have a file, maintained by various extra-natural observers and third parties. Mostly for your benefit. And your file says you need to go to the mat for a good ten rounds, if you can decipher my entendre. " She said, winking theatrically. Nadia thought for a moment, biting her lip. Then, in a brazen display of not giving a fuck, decided to go with it. "Alright. Fine. Find me a dude. A hot one. And not some fucking Neanderthal, like, a guy who can understand polysyllabic words." She hesitated. "And a great butt." "Oh, no, that's not how it works. I can't find you a man, you have to be the one to choose. Otherwise it doesn't work. I provide assistance with the...logistics." "Well, how the hell am I going to-" Nadia's speech trailed off as she felt something crushing her body. It felt like there was car rolling across her body. She hugged her arms close, only to feel something push against them. It was her breasts. They were getting bigger. "The fuck is this?" Nadia asked through gritted teeth. "Like I said, logistics. When you're having problem reeling them in, get better bait." She writhed on the ground, her body under pressure from seemingly every direction. Though not painful, it was an uncomfortable sensation. She tried to crawl away, but her legs gave out. All she could do was wait until it was over. "There. All done!" Lynde said with pride, "Go take a look!" After the longest, most confusing two minutes of her life, Nadia stood up. Immediately she realized something was wrong. Everything in her apartment looked bigger somehow, like it had grown around her. She stumbled to the closet mirror again, her gait feeling sluggish and awkward. She cried out in terror. It was her face, more or less. But everything else was different. Her hair, dirty and brown, was now shoulder length and raven black. She was wearing makeup too, something she hadn't paid more than token attention to in months. Her body was...not her body. He had curves, for one. She was shorter too, by at least a couple of inches. Her chest was huge, at least a D cup now. She poked at her hips and her butt to confirm that it wasn't some kind of horrible swelling. Nope, felt real. Her tattoo of a bitchin' dragon on her shoulder was gone too, as were basically all her skin imperfections. The little skin tag on her neck, her appendectomy scar, those weird three spots on her lower back that kind of looked like a constellation...all those little things that bugged her in the mirror, vaporized. She was everything she thought men would go for. Nadia shook her head, storming back to her bedroom. "Change me back you magical asshole!" Lynde looked positively heartbroken. "You don't like it?" "I look like a fucking...I don't know, some kind of sex thing. A porn actress, or a character in some hack piece of smut fiction." "Well don't blame me. I took the look from your subconscious. At some level, you want to look like this." Nadia's eyes went wide. It was kind of true. She wouldn't mind getting noticed by guys more often. Maybe she had some deep-seated body issues to work out. But she was currently standing in front of a fairy in only her underwear. First thing was first: she needed pants. Nadia looked around for the pair she had slinked off a few minutes ago. She got one leg into her jeans before she realized that they wouldn't fit. They were too long, and too thin for her now. Everything in her wardrobe was, besides maybe the absurdly large Christmas sweater she got as a joke. "You expect me to go out naked?" "Don't worry, I have you covered." The fairy twirled her hand again, and from a puff of orange smoke appeared a goddamn miracle of a dress. Black, small, and made of some kind of expensive fabric Nadia had never seen in real life. It was the kind of thing you see on millionaire armcandy, or walking down the red carpet at some expensive gala. It floated for a moment before settling against the backrest of her office chair. "Wow...that looks...thanks." Nadia said. "There we go, now you're in the swing of things. Honestly, you make it sound like I've done you a huge disservice. You look hot, girl. Enjoy it while it lasts." "It's temporary?" "Sure. This isn't some kind of vengeful genie/monkey paw scenario. It's what, 7 PM? You have twelve hours of hot-time. After that, you'll revert to Nadia Classic, no harm, no ironic consequences. I've also thrown in an incantation against impregnation and STDs. You have a half a day pass to Casual Sex Land. Go out, find a hunk, have fun." Nadia ran a hand through her new hair. It felt like strands of silk. "What if I choose to just...stay in for the next twelve hours?" "Oh, I don't think you'll be doing that." The fairy said. When Nadia started to ask why she was so sure, she felt something change inside her. It was a strange feeling, something she'd never really felt before. It was an emptiness, a longing. She rubbed her legs together. It was coming from her pussy. "What did...?" She mumbled, fighting the urge to slip her fingers between her legs. "Call it an insurance policy. I just cranked up your libido, and increased your sensitivity to touch by a factor of three. Mortal brains are basically a stew of hormones. Just need to add the right pinch of-" Lynde mimed adding a spice with her hands, and in and instant Nadia because wet. She dropped onto the bed, staring meekly down at her new body, the damp spot on her panties growing larger with every passing second. She looked up, as if to ask permission. The fairy smiled, "I don't mind. Go ahead." Before she had even finished talking, Nadia had yanked off the undergarment and started jilling herself off like she'd never masturbated before. Her right hand rubbed her clit in a frenzy, while her left kneaded her new breasts with gentle care. Her fingers drifted to her nipples, and she gasped. She'd never really gotten off on playing with her boobs before, but she couldn't deny the new feeling. God it felt so good! It felt like all her nerves were set to 11! She had to get off immediately. Her usual shyness and even the common decency of not masturbating in front of a stranger fell by the wayside. She'd never felt this way, this all-consuming desire for relief. Her hands sped up, her voice giving out genuine whimpers and moans as she sped closer and closer to her peak. Nadia felt herself tighten up in spasms as a supernova of pleasure spilled from her body. She couldn't help but cry out, partially muffling herself with her left hand as she lost all control. A thin stream of liquid shot from her pussy and onto the covers. It happened again, and a third time, in synch with her clenching slit. Eventually it stopped, but not after the corner of the bed was soaked to the mattress. Not just that, but her thighs were positively drenched. "I've...I've never..." Nadia stammered, slowly coming down from the waves of endorphins that had flooded her system. The fairy, who had watched the whole performance with a kind of content bemusement, giggled and raised her hand. "That was me. I thought it'd be fun to make you a squirter for the duration. God, the look on your face! Humans are so cute when they're like this. No pretence or no airs of sophistication. Just passion." Nadia stepped back onto her feet in a daze, her breath quick and shallow from the experience. As she stood, the damp mess that was her panties slowly slid to the floor, her involuntary spasms snapping what was left of their elastic hold on her waist. "Jesus Christ, that was intense. I haven't come that hard in...maybe ever." Nadia said. As the post-orgasmic haze began to fade, her self-consciousness stepped back in. Her face turned red. The fairy shook her head. "It's hardly anything to feel ashamed of. Honestly, if I were in your place, I probably wouldn't have stopped rubbing. You got some willpower on you." Lynde walked over to the desk, plucking every floating item of clothing from the air as she moved. She laid them on the wooden surface, putting her hands on her hips as she inspected each one. "Should I be prepared for any more surprises?" Nadia asked, her right hand sticky with fluid. "If you knew they were coming, heh, then they wouldn't be surprises. Let's see: dress, shoes, socks, unmentionables...Looks like you're all set. And I'd recommend you be quick about it. You may have relieved the tension for now, but it's going to come back with a vengeance in maybe less than half an hour. I recommend Club Intime; it's only a short cab ride away. Go have fun, and don't come back here until you find a guy. Or two or three, I ain't judging." The fairy gave her a pair of finger guns before disappearing from whence she came, leaving Nadia confused and alone. It took Nadia a couple minutes of silence to get over the utter strangeness of what just happened. She stood in the bathroom, washing her juices from her thighs with a damp cloth. Maybe she had cracked, and was living in a delusion. But that orgasm...that was real. And she wanted more like it. She longed for it. Her throbbing pussy ached for something thick and warm and hard to pound her senseless. After cleaning herself up, she dressed quickly. The pumps felt a little awkward, but after a couple strafes of the apartment she got the motion back. Looking at herself in the mirror a final time, Nadia gasped softly. She looked...fantastic. At the back of her mind, there was a twinge of guilt at feeling so great about her appearance now that she looked completely different, but she shuffled it away with the other high-level thoughts. She wouldn't need her self-loathing, or her opinions on the death of print journalism, or the definition of the word 'effervescent' where she was going. She was going to... *** Chapter 2 The club. Nadia hated the fucking club. She stared out across the dance floor at the writhing figures illuminated by neon strobes and the occasional tacky glow bracelet, dull thud of whatever passed for music surging in her ears. It was the exact opposite of the place you'd usually find her. Her scenes were usually the coffee shop across from her apartment, or a book store, or in the hipster craftmart if she was feeling crafty. But this...this was bullshit. "Thank god for alcohol." Nadia said out loud, but still inaudible over the beat from the ceiling-mounted speakers. She made her way to the bar, slipping awkwardly around the scattered circular tables people used to rest their drinks on while they talked. Her new proportions were slightly less wieldy than her casual fantasies had anticipated, and she accidentally brushed her butt across the thigh of a sauced twentysomething as she passed. When he stopped in mid-dissertation to marvel at her ass, he was slapped open palm across the face by the blonde next to him. She made her way through a thicket of frat idiots to the bar. The bartender, a punk-looking girl with a tired expression and one too many lip piercings, nodded to her as she shook up a drink for someone. Nadia thought of a cheap domestic she could order. But she watched the barkeep pour out a weird, fruity nightmare of a mixed drink, and thought that she might as well go all the way with this whole Lady's Night thing. Just Be Yourself "I'll have whatever the fuck that thing was." She yelled over the noise. The punk nodded, and with practiced ease, recreated the beverage. "One Double Rum Raspberry and Orange juice Daytona Screwdriver." The bartender said, pushing it forward before going back for more orders. Nadia lifted it gently, feeling like the stem of the glass would snap if she squeezed it hard enough. She took a sip. "Huh. This is actually pretty good." The bartender gave an eyeroll, but it looked like an eyeroll was her permanent state of being. Nadia focused on the dance floor. Amidst the harsh glow of the overhead lamps, her eyes swept for targets. She spotted a few clearly taken gentlemen. Though she was sure her body could probably give them a convincing argument against monogamy, she eventually decided against using her sexy powers for evil. A few single-looking candidates appeared, moving from girl to girl, trying their luck. A dopamine shudder hit her body, rolling down her spine until it settled at her waist. She bit her lip. It was starting again. Lousy goddamn magic. She had to find a decent guy quickly, or she'd start getting a lot less choosy. She found a candidate. Not on the dance floor, but off to the side. Where you'd find the wallflowers and hangers on, but it was impossible that he was either. Cripes, she felt like dabbing her forehead like a Southern Damsel just looking at him. Chiseled features with a hint of stubble, light brown hair cut and styled like he just walked off a movie set. He leaned against the wall with a quiet confidence, utterly assured of his place in the universe. She traipsed through the dance floor over to his side, leaning up against the wall beside him. "What's your name?" She asked, trying out her best husky, seductive voice. She hoped it sounded better out loud than it did in her ears. "Dave. What should I call you, cutie?" "Lana. Yeah. Lana's the name. You...wanna dance?" He nodded once, then took her hand. A sudden burst of addrenalin shot through her as she remembered she was fucking awful at dancing. Luckily she remembered that drunk girls don't need to know how to dance. She grabbed him close and just started swaying her ass to the music. He got the hint, and let her take the lead. She tossed her hair up, feeling it rain down like water against the back of her neck. She unleashed her most dangerous set of Fuck Me Eyes at him before turning around and grinding herself against him. It was fucking shameless, but she couldn't help herself. The ache in her loins was only growing worse. Dave pulled her closer, her chest just inches from his. She looked back across her shoulder. He stared into her, raw animalistic passion on his face as they surged together. Her pussy was on fire, her pussy yearning to be filled by this man's essence. Her imagination ran away with her. She'd spread out for him, already wet. His mammoth, virile cock would pump away until they both burst. His hot seed splashing in her clenching depths, his huge arms wrapped around her body as he softened. The image was intoxicating. Her own body brought her back to reality. She'd been absently rubbing herself through her dress during the dance. A little touch here, a little swipe there. Just to take the edge off, she had told herself. But the lurid thoughts surging through her mind, and the dancing...she was going to cum any second, right in front of this guy! "I have...I have to go!" She said, turning and running off the floor. It was the fairy, she told herself. Her damn magic making her horny and sensitive. This wasn't her. She wasn't this depraved...right? She stumbled towards the lady's room, trying to think unsexy thoughts. But her mind kept coming back to her and Dave. Her, riding him until he couldn't help but spurt. Or maybe him taking her from behind while she presented on all fours. She imagined herself impaled on his length as he surged back and forth. Back and forth. Back and- It hit her just as she cleared the entrance to the bathroom. A warm, tingling orgasm, not as intense as in her apartment but just as sudden. And as she quickly discovered, just as wet. She tried to softly tip-toe to the stalls, but it was too late. Nadia stood stiff as a board in the middle of the public restroom, closed her eyes, and let go. She helplessly creamed herself, her panties instantly drenching in the torrent of her release. Juices leaked down her thighs as she whimpered, her face boiling over in shame. Her mind locked up in lightning bolts of pleasure, pulsing and surging as she lost herself. It took a few agonizing seconds of this numbing bliss, but she got control back. The disaster was over. There were no women at the sinks, but she could see two pairs of feet relieving themselves. She had to act fast, before they were finished, and before anyone else walked in and saw her like this. Legs covered in feminine cum all the way down to her socks. She practically dove over to the paper towel dispenser, thanking her lucky stars that this club hadn't switched to hand dryers. She went to work, dabbing at her dress and her legs, trying to sop up the mess. Thankfully her dress was black, and the stains would be less visible. But what about black lights, she thought. Doesn't cum show up in black lights? Or is that just semen? Fuck! She slipped off her sodden black panties. No way she could dry these in time. She heard one of the toilet's flush, and without another moment's hesitation she tossed them into the trash. As the air breathed gently against the still moist pussy, she instantly regretted it. It wouldn't take long for another mind-shattering orgasm to creep up on her. She needed to snare Dave quick, and get him out of the club. If only there was a way to convince a man to do something with an incredibly attractive woman... *** In less than ten minutes, they were in a cab on their way to Nadia's place. Truth be told, the wait in the back seat of the car was a little awkward. She let out a long breath, while Dave tapped his hands on his knees. "So...how 'bout them Nicks?" He turned to look at her. "What?" "Oh it's just something...never mind. Dumb joke." "No, it's alright. I get it. Awkward pauses. It's from- I mean, I think I heard a guy say it." Nadia turned to him. "No, you were right. It's from a show. Darmok and Jelad. The sitcom about the two aliens. You ever...?" She was way out of character from the diminutive sexpot, but she didn't care. Nobody she knew watched D&J, and she wouldn't pass up this opportunity. "No. I mean," He looked off to the side, "Yeah, I watch it every week." "Oh my god, that's awesome!" She squealed. "Remember that episode where they went to Tenagra?" "And they knock down the walls? Shaka's face, goddamnit." He said, chuckling. They spent the rest of the ride talking about the show, other TV they liked, and one of the actors' IMDB page. They were so lost in conversation they'd almost passed her apartment. Thankfully the driver spotted the street number in the headlights and stopped with a jolt. Dave paid him, and they walked to her door. "You sure you want to let me in? I won't be mad if you tell me to go now," He said, then added, "Well, I'd be a little mad. The cab just drove away." She smiled. "No way man, it's cool. You're cool. You're, like, super-cool." "Alright. Cool." After that scintillating exchange of repartee, she unlocked the door with her key and led him into the foyer. As they entered the elevator and pressed the button for her floor, she started to get antsy. The ache in her loins had returned. It started as a small burn, but she knew it would quickly turn into a bonfire. It would be only a few minutes before she'd be begging for cock. She pressed the floor button a dozen more times. When Nadia's trembling fingers finally unlocked the door to her apartment, she had to suppress her shock. It was nearly spotless. Far from the lazy bachelorette aesthetic she left it in a few hours before. More magic bullshit, she assumed. But she shrugged and rolled with it. "Damn. Nice place." Dave said. "Thanks. It came pre-loaded with a lot of the Dangerous Loner accessories you see here." "Not bad. Does that come with a typewriter for manifestos, or do you supply that yourself?" "Had to buy it extra. The FDA, PBS, and the Salvation Army don't threaten themselves." She winced. Now she was really off script. She was letting her sense of humour leak through. She silently prayed to whatever higher power was listening that he didn't walk out the door. He didn't. In fact, he started laughing. "You know, you're a lot different than I thought you were at the club." "Better now, or before?" "Now, definitely. You were so tense at the club. Like something was going to spring a trap on you, or something." Nadia froze. God, she'd been that transparent? "Sorry. I just...haven't been out in a while. It's hard to get in the rhythm again." "I hear that. I just...I just got out of a crappy relationship. Getting back in the game's been a little rough. Putting yourself out there, it can make you feel pretty vulnerable. I'm glad I met you though. You're exactly the woman I want." That was it. The moment she realized that she was really going to do it. She was going to fuck this man senseless. She needed his cock. Right now. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into her room. It took a second to remember how to get out of her dress, but when she did, she did it with no teasing or ceremony. The time for games was over. She practically threw him onto her bed, and he watched with greedy eyes as she disrobed in front of him. Now, standing completely naked, she put her hands on her hips and posed. "What do you think?" He shook his head, gobsmacked. "You're fucking gorgeous." Yeah, that still sounded nice. She sauntered over to his reclining form, watching him struggle out of his pants as quickly as he could. When he did, she pushed him onto his back. As her lips left his, she got up off the bed. Confused, Dave tried to sit up. She held him down as she moved, and soon her plan became clear. She climbed on the bed, and slowly lowered herself onto his face. He got the idea pretty quick. Soon she felt his tongue on her slit, causing her to shudder. Whatever Lydia had done to her had made oral feel like an almost religious experience. She shuddered and bucked against him, her hands pressing her shapely tits up. Tweaking them, sending little bolts of sensation through her. She didn't last long, managing only to fall off onto her back before her sex clenched and spasmed, leaving her in a little puddle of her own juices. At first the fact that she had came so hard in front of him embarrassed her. But if he had noticed, it had only made his shaft harder. He mounted her, powerful arms resting at both sides. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him onward. She gasped as his cock entered her, all the little things in the world suddenly making sense. He started his rhythm, slowly at first, picking up the pace as he felt the slick, velvety embrace of her slit giving him no resistance. They fucked for hours, over and over, his refractory period apparently nonexistant. At some point she rolled off of him and passed out, completely satisfied. A little smile hung on her face as she drifted out of consciousness. *** Chapter 3 When Nadia woke, she felt positively worn out. She felt like she had run up the staircase of a skyscraper. Every muscle ached, but in a good way. She smacked her gums at her morning mouth. All of a sudden, the absolute absurdity of last night came flying back to her. She looked down. "Oh thank god." It was her body! She grabbed her boobs and gave herself a quick once over. Everything looked like it should be. All her parts were in place. She touched her nipples and didn't collapse in pleasure. Nadia 1.0 was back, and she couldn't be happier. As she stretched, she heard someone clear their throat. "Hello again!" Nadia shot up, grasping the sheets and holding them over her naked body. When she realized it was just Lynde, she relaxed a little. "You. What do you want?" The fairy scoffed. "I just came to see how it went? I mean, I watched it and I syphoned off the resulting carnal power. But being a magical leech is such a passive activity. Give me some details!" She sauntered over to the office chair and sat in it backwards, elbows leaning on the backrest. Nadia thought about yelling at her again, about chastising her for messing with her life and her body. Instead, she simply grinned. "It was...pretty great, honestly." Lynde made a sound that floated half way between an affirmation and a squeal. "I knew it! I knew you'd have fun! Oh, it must have been great. The sounds you were making, I mean, my goodness. The neighbourhood must have needed earplugs! Oh, some kids are getting a talk about the facts of life today, let me tell you." Nadia blushed, brushing some of her bedhead out of her line of sight. Remembering the night, she looked to the other side of the bed. "He left?" "Oh he's...yeah." Lynde lost some of her trademark cheer. She rubbed the back of her neck and gazed off to the side of the room. "So, I got something to tell you. Dave doesn't really exist." "What?" "Now, don't get mad. I mean, you had sex with a real guy. Just...Okay. So you know how you looked like a busty wet dream last night?" She asked, waiting for a nod. When she got one, she continued. "Well, Dave was the self-aggrandizing vision of another person. A guy." "You set me up." Nadia's heart dropped. Even with magical assistance she hadn't managed to get a real guy. "You'd think so, wouldn't you? Honestly, this hasn't really happened before. I'm not the only fairy out there assigned from HFR. There's a bunch of us, and usually we stay out of each other's territory. But...I may have...totally by accident...strayed into another fae's turf. Dave was their creation. Some guy needed to get laid just as badly as you did." She looked apologetically at Nadia, fluttering her eyelashes. "I hope you're not too mad." Nadia felt a lot of feelings. Betrayal. Confusion. A little regret. But she glided toward reluctant acceptance. "I guess I can't be that angry. It was all a lie on my part, too." She tucked her knees under her chin. "It's not like anyone would date me like...me." "Hey, knock that off!" Lynde shouted. "This was just a fun fling, not some kind of morality play to read too much into and get upset about. Holy cats, I got the same dour, mopey, serious-time face from whats-his-name a few minutes ago." "Dave?" Nadia straightened up. "Or, whoever he really is, he's still here?" Lynde rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I went to go talk to him, but he's just sitting on your couch. He was just like you, all mopey about a night of wacky sex. Ugh, mortals." Nadia stood up, threw on a robe from her closet, and stepped cautiously outside her bedroom. Sitting on her living room couch, shoulders slumped, was a guy she didn't recognise. "Hey." The man turned, and Nadia got a good look at him. He wasn't the paragon of masculinity he had been the night before. In fact, he was shorter than her. Dirty blonde hair, not particularly muscled. He had a bit of chub on him, and a little more hair on his chest and arms. But not unattractive by any means. Kind of cute, actually. "Oh. You're...Lana?" He said, looking her over. He gave him a gentle smile. "Nadia, actually. Pleased to meet you." She offered her hand. He took it softly. "My name's really Sam." He said. "What's wrong Sam? Didn't you have fun?" He sniffled. "Yeah, totally. You were, or are, great. I'm just trying to process this, dealing with my own mental shit now." "Yeah, this brought up some issues for me too. If I'm even datable if I had to change my entire appearance just to get laid. Fuck magic, right?" She said, giving a little laugh. "It's different for you, though." "Why?" He waved at her dismissively. "Look at you! You're totally hot in real life. And you're razor quick, and you're funny, and your laugh is great. Without magic, I'm just this...disgusting asshole." He motioned to himself. "I don't have a good job. I can't talk to girls right. My girlfriend dumped me like a sack of shit a month ago and I still haven't got over it. And she was right: I'm fucked." Sam stood up and did a showcase spin. Yeah, he was a little on the big side. But he had this cute little mark on his neck. And his ass...goddamn. He was trying to demonstrate his unsexiness, he failed. He slumped back down on the couch, head hung low. "What are you even talking about dude?" She sat down next to him, passively aware that they were both still naked. But she still felt comfortable around him. "If you were the same guy I talked with last night, you're a fucking catch and a half. Honestly, most people don't even get my jokes, or understand half the things I say. I feel like a total tool around guys sometimes. But you were awesome. Really!" "But you went with Dave though. I don't look anywhere near that good." She snorted. "I don't even go for the Dave's of the world, usually. Must have been the weird magic stuff messing with my perception." "Really?" He looked at her, puppydog expression on him something fierce. Nadia couldn't help but laugh. She put her arm around him. "Nah man. I go for-" Her mind scrolled through her list of critical features for a potential boyfriend. Smart. Sensitive. Good sense of humour. Great ass. Then it hit her. "I go for Sam's." She said, sounding surprised herself. "What?" She smiled. "Oh, nothing. So...you really think I'm hot?" He looked surprised. "Yeah, duh." "Huh. So...if you and I actually went out like this, how we really are, and met each other normally, we might have actually connected without these magical shenanigans." "Seems like it...wait, does that mean-" "Oh shut up." She whispered, and leaned in to kiss him. His hands went up to cup the side of her face. Their lips held together for what seemed like an eternity, before she opened hers and slid her tongue against his. He opened his jaw, and they tasted each other. This was no illusion or magical trick. This was pure lust. That she was sure of. She didn't even want to spend the half a dozen seconds it would take to get to the bed. She wanted him now. Him. Sam. She wanted to feel him inside her. There were no clothes separating them this time. As they kissed, she inched her hand down his chest to his dick. He was uncut, a first for her, so she was a little unsure. She fingered the top, she heard that felt good, and felt his dick pulse. His hands got busy as well, groping her firm little mounds and sending sparks through her body. She wasn't as sensitive as before, when she was Lana. But this was real. She felt herself start to moisten as she imagined what was to come. She gave Sam's girth a few slow, slender pumps and felt him grow more and more erect, the foreskin retracting on its own. She decided to take the initiative. He'd been more than generous with the oral attention last time. Why not return the favour? She slunk down onto her knees, easing him against the back of the couch. She licked her lips, gazing at the bulging shaft. As she moved her mouth closer, she could smell it. It smelt like...her. From last night. She smiled, and gave the back of the dick a little lick. He shuddered. She didn't have much experience with blow jobs, truth be told. But it couldn't be that hard. Lick the purple part, watch the teeth, what could go wrong? "Easy up, babe. F-fuck." Nadia looked up. "Shit, are you okay?" He chuckled. "Yeah. It's just the head's a little sensitive. 'Specially since last night. Go easy." "Oh, sorry. Like this?" She went in, lips wide, and gave him a tentative suck. When he let out a moan, she continued in earnest. She bobbed up and down, letting her spit drip, and gently dragging her tongue around the sides and the bottom. She eventually got a rhythm down, and bobbing up and down his length like a piston. After about a minute, her tongue touched a little bead of something else from the tip of his cock. Just Be Yourself "Umf...You'd better stop, or I'm gonna cum any second." Sam moaned, looking like he was fighting the urge to just let her keep going. Nadia pulled her mouth off his pulsing shaft, but not before giving the tip a little playful kiss. They switched spots, with Nadia leaning against the couch and Sam on top of her. She spread herself wide, rubbing a little of her wetness all over her lower lips. "Ready?" He asked. "I'm practically gushing." She replied, grinning like mad. He smiled back, lined himself up, and thrust. It took her by surprise. Well, not the cock itself. She was expecting that. But the way it felt. Normally she didn't have much fun from straight up p-to-v action. But Sam was different. Maybe it was the connection. Maybe it was him. But every time he stuck it in, it felt good. His pace was steady, he remembered what she had liked. He fucked her like she was the most gorgeous woman alive, and she practically melted. She pulled his mouth close to hers, giving him a long kiss, then leaned in to his ear. "Harder." She whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." He said with a playful smirk. She giggled, her face flushed. "Harder, you idiot! Fuck me harder!" He didn't need any encouragement. Sam slammed himself into her juicing pussy. She cried out, begging for more. His entire shaft slipped in and out with ease, her moisture making his dick glisten as he pulled out, only to plunge back in. He picked up speed, flesh slapping as he drilled her again and again. Her hips moved in time with his, and for a moment they were one. It felt so good, and she started to feel that familiar build up. Her pants and moans slowly filled with expletives and pleading to a higher power. "Oh god, oh god." She felt herself shake and drip onto the couch. Her pussy was like a furnace, hot and unquenchable. In only a few moments, she would lose control. She wanted to. She yearned to be completely taken over by this man she just met. Her lover. Her hands dug into the couch cushions and she screamed. Pleasure washed over her in waves as she came, her sucking slit milking Sam's cock for all it was worth. It was all she could do to keep coherent, the blinding ecstasy keeping her brain locked up in orgasm. "Fuck." He breathed, thrusts growing slower and deeper. "I think...I'm about to-" "Do it! Cum all over me!" Nadia screamed, her pussy still squeezing like a vice against him. He managed to free himself with a jolt. A momentary feeling of emptiness was replaced by a haze of joy when she watched him cum. His faced scrunched up tight, and he gave an adorable little grunt when his dick engorged and spurted. His hips jerked as he shot his load, thick ropes of pearlescent jelly landing on her chest. Watching him locked in ecstasy as he drained himself on her body threatened to send her over the edge again. She did this to him. He was shooting out his hot, masculine spunk because she had fucked him into oblivion. She fanned her hand against her clit, and the feeling of release rose again. Something else, too. She felt like she was going to...oh god. Not again! Her eyes slammed shut as she was hit by another, even sharper climax. And this time, she couldn't control herself. She screamed as she exploded, her vaginal muscles rippling. Pulses of feminine cum doused them in proof of her release. Soon they were both slick with her sexual honey. She opened her eyes to look at Sam for any trace of surprise or disgust. But he simply leaned in to kiss her again. "God, that was so fucking hot." He said as she pulled back slightly. "Maybe. But I'm still going to kill that fucking fairy."