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She landed on a sunflower, sighing at the relief she felt in her wings. She stretched, fluttering the iridescent, filmy limbs, and allowed herself a moment of rest. She’d been flying all day. One of the littles had claimed they’d seen a giant, and though Hermione was certain they were just a myth, Queen Titania had disagreed. And so here she was, continuing to search the north side of the island for the mythical beast.
She looked at the lush green field beneath her, and a sparkle caught her eye. A drop of dew still clinging to the top of a pretty pink mushroom. It should have long evaporated by this time of day. She was so lucky. Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. This was just the pick-me-up she needed. Without a moment’s hesitation, she unfurled her wings and dove straight for it. She didn’t even bother landing—hovering over the cute, flared mushroom head and placing a delicate hand on either side before wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking down the clear, shining drop of dew. Only, it wasn’t water. It was thicker and saltier, and when she pulled back, she found more was forming, as if the mushroom was producing the liquid. She knew better than to drink or eat unknown foods, but…it tasted so good. And she was so very thirsty. She brought her mouth back down, forming a little ‘O’ around the leaking head and taking a pull, feeling the mushroom dribble out another drop for her.
She massaged the springy mushroom cap, coaxing more of the elixir from within. There was something alluring about sucking on the sweet pink mushroom, something arousing. Hermione blushed. What an embarrassing thought to have. But she allowed herself to indulge anyway, wrapping her mouth around the head, stretching her lips wide. She continued to suckle as she moved her hands down to the stem, squeezing it and feeling a throbbing in a fascinating protruding line.
Suddenly, she heard a monstrous sound like a groan of pain, loud and echoing above her. She flew back and watched in horror as the ground beneath the mushroom moved and shuddered.
“Shit. Don’t stop. It feels so good.” The voice thundered above her. She looked to find that Giants truly did exist, and she’d been sucking on one’s … mushroom?
She didn’t know much about Giants, but she was pretty sure they didn’t have mushrooms. She began to screech, the fear and confusion catching up with her. “Who are you? How did you get here? Are you going to hurt us? What exactly was I just drinking from?”
He shook his head, his blond hair shining in the sun. “I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” Can you come closer? Up to my shoulder? It's just high-pitched squeaks right now.” As he moved, the brown-green jacket he’d been using as a blanket fell from his shoulders, and she could see he was completely naked. The mushroom seemed to protrude from between his thighs. Hermione wasn’t experienced with men, but she did know that between their thighs lay their prick. Mortification shot through her veins, and she could feel the embarrassment down to her tiny toes. But at the same time, she felt a rush of something else. Something hot and pulsing and delicious.
“Please?” He begged. “I want to hear you.”
She debated flying off and never returning, but that flush of heat between her thighs had her too curious to simply leave. She did as he bade, flying over to his shoulder and perching there close to his ear. “Who are you?” her voice quavered.
“I’m Draco,” he was speaking softly, and she liked the velvet caress of his accent. “I’m an explorer, and I thought this land was uninhabited. I took a dip in the pond just over there and was having a nap when you…woke me. Do you think…perhaps…would you like to continue? It just felt so nice. Soft and delicate and tiny and fuck. I’m leaking precum again.”
“I thought I was drinking dew,” she blurted. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry for taking advantage.”
He chucked, and his shoulder bounced, forcing her back into the air so as to not fall. She placed her hands on her hips and gave him her fiercest scowl. “Do not laugh at me. I am Hermione, the vice queen of these lands. You should bow to me.”
His smile fell, and he dropped his head in a show of respect. “I apologize, Vice Queen Hermione. I am not laughing at you. Simply at the idea that I was being taken advantage of and not the other way round. I assure you, I was enjoying every touch. I’m sorry for taking pleasure in that which was not meant to be pleasurable. I’ve never seen a being so tiny as you, and I will do my best to respect your people's customs and lands. I shall dress and be out of the way soon.”
She felt a pang in her chest at the thought of him leaving. She’d enjoyed what they’d done together too, even if she hadn’t known exactly what it was they were doing. “Wait.”
He froze in his search for his clothes, and their eyes met.
“I’m…still thirsty.”
“For more dew?” He asked, one brow quirked up in question.
Hermione nodded. “Yes.”
“Actual dew or?”
She did her best not to squirm, not to blush, but her core was aching, and she desperately wanted to touch him again. “Your dew. I want more of it. I liked the taste.”
He leaned back against the tree he’d been sleeping beneath, and pulled the jacket aside, which had slipped over his prick as they’d spoken. His mushroom, no, she corrected mentally, his prick, was sagging, no longer standing so tall. Hermione frowned.
“Sorry, little Queen. It needs some encouragement to stand proud as it was before…”
“More touching?” She asked, curious how she could help.
“Mmhm. Yes. Touch, licking, sucking, even just talking about those things is helping.” He nodded down at his prick and Hermione watched, fascinated, as it twitched and grew before her eyes.
She flew closer, hovering above it as she really looked at the pretty pink cock. It was so cute, the way it preened under her attentions and shrank without them. She alighted onto the little thatch of curls that almost looked like moss around the base of him. It tickled her ankles as she walked. She couldn’t reach the top from here; her body was simply too tiny. But she wrapped her body around the base, and began to squeeze and kiss and lick against the velvet soft skin. With her legs wrapped around him, her core was flush with the hot pulsing cock. She positioned herself over what she now knew was a vein, and each time his heart beat, a vibration pulsed against her cunt. As she played with him, the prick returned to its full glory, standing tall and rigid. She wanted more of his liquid, though, and she couldn’t reach it from down here. She tried to scoot higher, using her wings to help propel her up.
“Wait, let me help,” Draco offered. He made his hand into a fist and placed it beside her, up against his cock. Hermione clambered up and happily took a seat. She wrapped her legs around him again, keening when she could feel the pulse against her clit again. And now she could lean forward and lap at his tip at the same time. It was the most addictive combination of sensations. She drank down the delicious nectar, swallowing great mouthfuls as she bucked her hips and clutched around him with her arms and legs.
He bellowed a deep, pleased groan, echoing out as she worked faster and clenched harder. “So good. Fuck. You perfect little thing. Shit.” He was panting, struggling to get the words out, and somehow that made her cunt flutter more. She liked knowing she was affecting him, that she was the source of his pleasure. She grew bolder, wrapping her mouth around the head again, taking all of it inside of her tiny mouth. The dew dripped from her lips, escaping as she attempted to drink it down. Between her thighs, she was slick with her own dew, easing her work as she thrust against his cock. And then she was taken over by the most astounding sensation, her cunt fluttering like her wings, clutching, clenching, pounding, dripping as she was overcome with waves and waves of pleasure. She screamed and whimpered and whined, sure it all sounded like squeaks to Draco, but unable to hold the noises back all the same. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made her. She redoubled her efforts, sucking him, squeezing him, taking as much of his prick inside of her as she could.
“Hermione, pull off. I’m going to come. Pull back.”
She listened, releasing his tip and stepping back, still perched on his fist. He moaned and grunted, bucked up into the air, and Hermione watched as his prick erupted, spurting white sticky cream over his belly, his hand, and then all over her. She was drenched in it, left sputtering as it dripped into her mouth, slid over her chest, and coated her thighs.
“Shit. Sorry. Shit. Are you ok?” Draco carried her in his hand up to his face, and she could see concern etched into every line.
She wiped away the release as best she could and nodded. “Yes. This tastes even better than your dew.” She licked at her fingers, swallowing the substance down. “My wings are all wet, though. I won’t be able to fly for hours.”
Draco smiled. “What a shame. I suppose you’ll just have to spend more time with me.”
