earth fairy

Draco was pleased to hear he would be having some company for this, and he waited until she sat down so he could sit himself. "This? There's this machine, and when you turn it on, it projects moving pictures on that white sheet over there." He pointed at the screen. "It's suppose to be entertaing. Is it your first time at this kind of show as well?"

Her eyes widened. “Moving pictures? I haven’t seen anything like that outside of the visions some of the sprites can produce,” she said in awe. “Yes! I don’t make it into the human world very often, and I’ve never seen one of these. Or tasted this! It’s delicious,” Flower said with delight, munching on more of her popcorn.

Draco had been impressed by some of the skills the people he had met that night had, and hers wasn't an exception. "You see visions? That could be useful at time, right?" He laughed. "These popcorn food is delicious, yes. Got to give muggles that point at least." Soon the lights went out and the movie started, soon going into the scene at the library. "That's nothing new. Ghosts in the library. Ghosts at our school roam around everywhere they want."

She giggled. “No, not me. I can communicate with the plants and animals of the forest, but I don’t have visions, I’m not a sprite.” Her eyes went wide when the lights went down, but no one else seemed concerned. “Are they usually like… that though?” She asked in a hushed voice, crinkling her nose.

She liked the way he smiled, so delighted by the simple praise. He was even more breathtaking like that. A whimper caught in her throat, arms clutching around his broad shoulders to cling tightly to him as he kissed her deeply. Her short nails combed through the soft hair at the back of his neck, heart thumping hard as he encouraged her to rock against his firm abs. Flower laughed again, amusing herself by kissing along his neck as he carried her so easily to somewhere more private. Her arms wound around his torso, legs around his waist again to pull him in against her where she sat on the desk. “Happily,” she purred, leaning in to suck at his stiff nipples once more, one hand moving to grope over his abs, low enough to dip into the top of his shorts.

Ken leaned back, arching his chest into Flower’s panting, hot little mouth, moaning deeply as his nipples hardened in response to her dutiful attention. As she worked over his chest, her pretty hands running up and down his abs, grazing the waistline of his shorts, Ken took the hint and unzipped, unbuttoned, and threw them down to the floor, stepping quickly out of them to allow his cock a little more breathing room. It stood up and out, throbbing and rock-hard, staining against the flexible material of his underwear, a dot of pre-cum dampening the material under over the head of his member. “In case you wondering what having that mouth on my body does to me…,” he said, chuckling as a strong hand came up to Flower’s head, pressing her in against his chest encouragingly. “I’d love to see this little body of yours out of these clothes too…if you’re up for it. I’ll respect it if you want to stay wrapped up, though. You can just…keep worshipping my chest like this if you’d prefer - I could…mmf, cum from that, alone.”

She thought she could spend happy hours just licking and sucking at his perfect pecs. His sounds and the taste of his skin were making her head spin. But then he shimmied out of his shorts, and Flower couldn’t help but gasp when she glanced down to see his length bulging and leaking in his underwear. “It looks like I do quite a lot,” she breathed. Flower flushed. “Well, that is tempting, but I want to taste all of you somehow,” she murmured. Sliding down from the desk, making sure to press as much as she could against his firm body, she slid out of her dress, revealing her own flat, toned chest and stomach, and the lacy pale green panties doing their best to contain her arousal. She left on the brown suede boots that reached her knees for effect. “What do you think?” She asked, somewhat shyly, nervous for approval in this form.

She nuzzled into his neck, pleased that her gender wasn’t a deterrent. “I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t give you such attention, you’re such a handsome stud,” she murmured breathily. Her hips canted forward into the firm flex of his muscles, thighs gripping around his waist. Flower giggled, leaning in to press a warm, hungry kiss to his mouth, both hands sliding up his neck into his hair. “I want to taste all of you, feel all of you,” she breathed against his mouth. “You deserve every second of attention i can offer.”

Ken beamed at the praise. “I know. I was, like, created to be the definition of handsome, but it’s really, really hot hearing you say that I am.” The breathy, feminine tone of her voice had him reeling. With Barbie, she was always in charge, but this little fairy seemed perfectly content to give him the upper hand, and he was more than ready to take it. Their lips met chastely at first and then parted against each other, their tongues lapping sensually in the space between their mouths as Ken pulled the fairy’s little body tight against his bulging frame, bouncing her easily in his grasp so that her bulge rutted against his abs. Her hands in his hair sent the best kind of shiver up his spine, encouraging him to kiss her even harder, sucking on her plush bottom lip nice and hard before letting her go, but never far enough so that their lips stopped touching entirely. “That’s what I like to hear, baby. Let’s get out of here.” With that, he cast his gaze to the exit and effortlessly hauled them out and into the deserted hallway, quickly finding an empty classroom and, holding her up with one arm, used his free hand to open it and let them in. He deposited the fairy on the big desk at the front of the room, then returned to the door to ensure it was locked. “There. Now it’s just the two of us.” Ken said in a deep voice, sauntering back to her and setting himself between her lean legs, puffing his built chest out in her face. “Work your magic, little fairy.”

She liked the way he smiled, so delighted by the simple praise. He was even more breathtaking like that. A whimper caught in her throat, arms clutching around his broad shoulders to cling tightly to him as he kissed her deeply. Her short nails combed through the soft hair at the back of his neck, heart thumping hard as he encouraged her to rock against his firm abs. Flower laughed again, amusing herself by kissing along his neck as he carried her so easily to somewhere more private. Her arms wound around his torso, legs around his waist again to pull him in against her where she sat on the desk. “Happily,” she purred, leaning in to suck at his stiff nipples once more, one hand moving to grope over his abs, low enough to dip into the top of his shorts.

She moaned happily when he flexed his impressive pec against her lips, shivering. “You must be with how strong you are,” she crooned, nosing along the strong line of his collarbone, tongue dipping into the hollow just at the base of his neck. Flower giggled and let out a surprised noise as he so easily hoisted her into his arms. “Oh gods yes, but I… might not be what you expect,” she said coyly, knowing there wasn’t much hiding what she meant with the way her groin was pressed into his lower stomach, betraying what she was truly hiding in her panties - if he hadn’t already guessed by the flat planes of her chest, that was.

She nuzzled into his neck, pleased that her gender wasn’t a deterrent. “I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t give you such attention, you’re such a handsome stud,” she murmured breathily. Her hips canted forward into the firm flex of his muscles, thighs gripping around his waist. Flower giggled, leaning in to press a warm, hungry kiss to his mouth, both hands sliding up his neck into his hair. “I want to taste all of you, feel all of you,” she breathed against his mouth. “You deserve every second of attention i can offer.”

She let out a soft moan when she felt his hand at the back of her head. Her arms wound around his slim waist, holding him close as she kept exploring his sculpted chest with her tongue and lips. "You're so strong... mm, you even taste good," Flower hummed, pressing a sucking kiss to one of his pert nipples. "Does all of you look like this?"

She moaned happily when he flexed his impressive pec against her lips, shivering. “You must be with how strong you are,” she crooned, nosing along the strong line of his collarbone, tongue dipping into the hollow just at the base of his neck. Flower giggled and let out a surprised noise as he so easily hoisted her into his arms. “Oh gods yes, but I… might not be what you expect,” she said coyly, knowing there wasn’t much hiding what she meant with the way her groin was pressed into his lower stomach, betraying what she was truly hiding in her panties - if he hadn’t already guessed by the flat planes of her chest, that was.

Draco looked at the sign placed at the entrance of the movie theater. Ghostbusters. He chuckled but walked in anyway, wondering what sort of work those so-called ghostbusters would. He wasn't unknown to that device muggles had to watch moving pictures, although he would always felt that their magical moving pictures were the best. He grabbed a cup of popcorn and a soda from the counter while others also made their way in, apparently drawn by the title. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just as he was about to sit, another person walked in and also thought about taking that same seat. "I suppose we could sit together, if you're not against it."

Flower wasn't sure what had drawn her into the theater, but the smell of whatever they were serving was delicious. She snagged a cup of the treat, humming in delight when she tried it. So distracted was she that she nearly bumped into someone else when going for a seat. "Oh! Of course, that would be delightful," she agreed, smiling from behind her mask. It took a moment to settle her dress around the chair, but she sat gracefully next to the blond man. "Do you know what this whole... event in here is?"

Draco was pleased to hear he would be having some company for this, and he waited until she sat down so he could sit himself. "This? There's this machine, and when you turn it on, it projects moving pictures on that white sheet over there." He pointed at the screen. "It's suppose to be entertaing. Is it your first time at this kind of show as well?"

Her eyes widened. “Moving pictures? I haven’t seen anything like that outside of the visions some of the sprites can produce,” she said in awe. “Yes! I don’t make it into the human world very often, and I’ve never seen one of these. Or tasted this! It’s delicious,” Flower said with delight, munching on more of her popcorn.

Draco looked at the sign placed at the entrance of the movie theater. Ghostbusters. He chuckled but walked in anyway, wondering what sort of work those so-called ghostbusters would. He wasn't unknown to that device muggles had to watch moving pictures, although he would always felt that their magical moving pictures were the best. He grabbed a cup of popcorn and a soda from the counter while others also made their way in, apparently drawn by the title. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just as he was about to sit, another person walked in and also thought about taking that same seat. "I suppose we could sit together, if you're not against it."

Flower wasn't sure what had drawn her into the theater, but the smell of whatever they were serving was delicious. She snagged a cup of the treat, humming in delight when she tried it. So distracted was she that she nearly bumped into someone else when going for a seat. "Oh! Of course, that would be delightful," she agreed, smiling from behind her mask. It took a moment to settle her dress around the chair, but she sat gracefully next to the blond man. "Do you know what this whole... event in here is?"

Ken was floored by all this praise. It was the kind he was always giving to Barbie, and that always seemed to fall on deaf ears. In this case, Ken was hearing it all crystal clear, and he was getting hard from it. He couldn’t even process what a centaur was because Flower’s soft lips were traversing his chest and made reduced his brain to static. His pec jumped under her lips and a hand moved to the back of her head, pressing her against his chest to egg her on, moaning deeply as she sucked against the taut, tanned expanse of the chest he was so proud of.

She let out a soft moan when she felt his hand at the back of her head. Her arms wound around his slim waist, holding him close as she kept exploring his sculpted chest with her tongue and lips. "You're so strong... mm, you even taste good," Flower hummed, pressing a sucking kiss to one of his pert nipples. "Does all of you look like this?"

Ken thought the blush on the little fairy’s cheeks absolutely adorable, and the fact that he put it there made him puff out his chest again. “No idea what centaurs our. Mattel doesn’t make a Centaur-Ken as far as I know…but what do you mean ‘like this’?” He asked, genuinely curious. He growled involuntarily at the feeling of her hands groping at his big, muscled chest, which flexed purposefully under her touch. He stepped in closer as those hands wandered to his abs, his own cheeks reddening a bit now. “That feels good… Barbie never does this for me…”

"They're... like, men on top, but horses on the bottom? And they're not... strong, and muscled and beautiful like you," she breathed. Flower smiled, swaying closer. "Well, she's missing out." Biting her lip, she leaned in, ducking her head boldly to press her mouth to the curve of his pec in a soft, sucking kiss.

Ken smirked, confidence surging through him in the absence of Barbie. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention, but he certainly enjoyed it. “I bet you can’t. It seems like you’re having trouble handling yourself around just one.” He observed cockily, leaning into her featherlight touch. “Go on; get a good feel, gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flushed under the comment, his cocky attitude strangely attractive. "Maybe a bit. I'm not used to such men, all of the centaurs aren't... like this," she admitted. Licking her lips, she swayed forward, both hands pressing to his chest, mapping the curves of his muscles. "Wow," she hummed, fingers trailing down to his very defined abs.

"Forest-Ranger Ken might be the guy you need then, gorgeous.." Ken admitted a little sadly. He was made to help pretty girls in any way he could - to complete them, in a way. With 'beach' being his job, his abilities were much more limited than Barbie's - who, as everyone knew, could do anything. Ken smirked at Flower's follow-up comment. "I'm happy to educate, then. Beach does involve many more men like me around - lounging on the sand or playing in the waves - and wearing a lot less than this, mind you." Ken added, opening his jacket to reveal his jacked physique to the curious little fairy.

She smiled prettily at him. "Maybe but I'm enjoying meeting Beach Ken right now," Flower assured him. Her eyes widened as he explained, tongue smoothing over her lips when he pushed his jacket open. "Oh wow. Less, you said? I - I can't imagine being surrounded by beautiful men wearing even less than you are," she breathed, reaching out to touch his chest without thinking, fingertips skimming one muscled pec.

Flower couldn't help but laugh a little as Ken went through his ramble, amused by his antics - and very interested in the way his well-muscled chest puffed out so proudly. "I haven't seen anyone called Barbie yet. And - beach? I'm not sure what 'beach' would be, I'm more of a forest-bound spirit myself. Though, if beach means more handsome men like you around, I think I need to know more," she said coyly.

"An earth fairy?" He asked, slightly getting sidetracked from his mission. "There are different kinds of fairies? Not that I believe in all that, mind you, but you're also standing in front of me, so if all a man can believe in is in front of his own eyes, I suppose that's that." They came to a fork, the flower gripped to the assassin's arm, as he looked side to side and gave it some thought. "Perhaps to the right," he said, slowly moving towards that direction, slowly and steadily. A loud noise echoed along the wind and the assassin stopped them in their tracks. "Hush! Make no moves," he whispered, waiting to see if anything would jump out before they continued.

She giggled and nodded. "Oh there's fairies for all elements. Water fairies, air fairies... we earth fairies are the best, obviously," she said teasingly. "You're free to feel how real I am, if you want..." Flower bit her lip, huddling to him as they moved. Her heart jumped in her chest, and she clutched to his arm, frozen in place. "Are they gone?" she whispered after a moment.

"Sure," he agreed absently, still trying to determine how much of this he was willing to believe. He was a little taken aback but kept his stance as she moved in closer to him, and he shushed her on impulse. After a moment, he breathed again, though her clutch on his arm didn't lighten. "Yes, I believe so," he agreed quietly, taking a soft step forward to test the waters. "Are you fairing well? Anything I can do?"

Flower was used to people not believing in what she was - belief came with knowing, after all. She let out a breath, loosening her grip on his arm as she relaxed, though she didn't let go yet. "I'm all right, just spooked - I didn't know such a beautiful maze could be so dangerous," she said quietly.

"An earth fairy?" He asked, slightly getting sidetracked from his mission. "There are different kinds of fairies? Not that I believe in all that, mind you, but you're also standing in front of me, so if all a man can believe in is in front of his own eyes, I suppose that's that." They came to a fork, the flower gripped to the assassin's arm, as he looked side to side and gave it some thought. "Perhaps to the right," he said, slowly moving towards that direction, slowly and steadily. A loud noise echoed along the wind and the assassin stopped them in their tracks. "Hush! Make no moves," he whispered, waiting to see if anything would jump out before they continued.

She giggled and nodded. "Oh there's fairies for all elements. Water fairies, air fairies... we earth fairies are the best, obviously," she said teasingly. "You're free to feel how real I am, if you want..." Flower bit her lip, huddling to him as they moved. Her heart jumped in her chest, and she clutched to his arm, frozen in place. "Are they gone?" she whispered after a moment.

Flower had been enjoying the maze, her hands trailing along the greenery with a serene smile on her lips. She hardly noticed the more devious workings around her, distracted by the lush hedges and cool fall evening. So when she was suddenly grabbed, she let out a cry of alarm, her breath coming in quick pants. "Oh - thank you, I've just been so distracted being out here. Was there really something - bad?" she asked nervously, instinctively huddling against her savior's chest.

"I see that," the assassin said, peering around the next corner. "Got yourself very lost here didn't you," he began, looking over the other, "...large flower person," he said slowly, trying to make sense of the other. "Oh, you can never be too careful, and if you want to get out of here safe, I suggest you stick with me."

Despite the fright, she couldn't help but smile at the assessment of her appearance. "I'm an earth fairy, so you're not far off," she teased. Flower nodded, wrapping gloved hands around her companion's arm. "Which way do you think would be best?"

Flower had been enjoying the maze, her hands trailing along the greenery with a serene smile on her lips. She hardly noticed the more devious workings around her, distracted by the lush hedges and cool fall evening. So when she was suddenly grabbed, she let out a cry of alarm, her breath coming in quick pants. "Oh - thank you, I've just been so distracted being out here. Was there really something - bad?" she asked nervously, instinctively huddling against her savior's chest.