Andrabel the Fairy Nymph

Andrabel flitted through the trees. It was midday, and everyone was out resting after lunch before going back to whatever they did during the day.

Andrabel had no work to go back to, and no responsibilities today. The bread loaf that currently filled half of her tree house would feed her for another week, at least. The loaf was a thank-you from Tom the Baker for an afternoon of entertainment. Such entertainment kept her well fed. But today was a day for her own amusement, and a woodland fairy nymph like Andrabel had one type of amusement on her mind.

On the road just outside of town was where the Thomases lived. They were older, with kids who were old enough to work in town. It appeared that Jenny and Sally had gone back into town, leaving their parents sitting on their porch swing, enjoying the midday sun. They looked happy, but Andrabel would make them happier.

She hovered just above the level of their house, right over top of them. She was so horny today, she needed a release. Her prong rose, transforming from a tiny nub between her legs to a full inch of hardwood, over half as long as her thigh. She stroked herself as she hovered over the Thomases, who were oblivious to her presence. As her arousal spread through her body, a fine mist burst from the tip of her prong in three short spurts and gently drifted down to the Thomases.

Ollie Thomas sniffed...