You were just so tiny.

To an average human, a fairy would be roughly the size of their hand, not the tiniest thing in the world but still rather small. Most of the fae ended up with a human mate, it wasn’t exactly something they could control. Just like how you couldn’t control when your mate was a beast, nor could you help that you barely took up the length of his palm.

Technically, he was a human, it was just that he was under a curse. But if anyone asked you, you didn’t see it as much of a curse.

Devilishly handsome fellow, and even if he didn’t have his mischievous blue eyes or the heart melting grin that showed off his teeth, he was big. A little over 7 feet tall, muscled arms and thighs covered in the softest fur. Sturdy horns protruding from his luscious mane of brown fur, long canine teeth that seemed to almost be longer than your arm. But your favourite feature, was his hands. Sure he had sharp claws, but since he’d found you, his little mate, he kept one singular claw clipped, and it was for moments like this.

He was in a meeting of sorts, the castle was called together so he could keep check with those who helped keep it running. Hear their complaints, see if anything needed improving, he was good to them that way. It was held in the central part of the castle, a big stone room with large paned windows along the walls, casting a mid day glow in the room. An enormous oak table lined with all sorts of different staff members, everything a little silly from a talking tea pot to a rather mouthy little clock, all of them with something to say.

But you’d been so impatient, thinking about him while you’d laid up in his bed all alone, desperately grinding against the pillow that had his scent on it. He had told you over and over again he’d see you after the meeting, but that wasn’t good enough. And that certainly hadn’t stopped you from subtly making your way through the castle and to his lap, barely anyone noticing the soft flap of your little wings. When you settled right on top of his thigh, you could just see his eyes widen a little. His large hand gripping the side of his leg under the table, tangling in the fur there to keep himself under control as he snuck a quick peek down to you. You could hear the subtle growl rumble from his chest as he took in the state you were in. Soft pink cheeks, hair a little tussled, it was obvious you’d just been playing with yourself, wearing only the little shirt he’d had tailored to be a nightshirt for you, made from some of the old clothes he used to have.

He didn’t even think twice about it, his other hand moving to pin you easily down, laying against the soft bed that was his furry thigh. Keeping his attention on the meeting, listening to what one of the cleaners had to say as his middle finger with the clipped nail settled between your thighs, making you squeak. You’d known this was what you wanted, but you hadn’t thought he’d give in so quickly. He could feel the mess there, how you were already just a little open for him, a bit of a grin splitting on his lips as he prodded your little hole. Having to bite your lip to keep yourself from being too loud, making sure the staff couldn’t hear your squeaks, but it was hard to do so when you felt the way his finger pushed forward, filling you slowly and easily.

Eyes fluttering as you moved your own hand to cover your mouth, a shiver running down your spine as he curled his finger up to hit that sweet spot, little bulge in your lower abdomen when his finger bottomed out. Thighs trembling just a little as he started to pump his finger in and out, completely focused on the meeting as he pulled his finger back just to push it all the way forward again. It shouldn’t be able to feel this good, making your brain a little fuzzy just from a few pumps. It was no question why you hadn’t been able to wait, touching yourself was nothing now, especially when you remembered so vividly what it was like to have him stuff you.

When your eyes refocused, you could see the large flare slowly rising between his thighs. Engorged cock started to stand at attention, red and pulsing a little as he felt how your hole tightened around his finger. Both of you had had endless daydreams about what it would be like if the two of you could truly fuck. It wasn’t for a lack of trying either, it was that the width of his tip was nearly bigger than the width of your body, something that just wasn’t possible without hurting you. And as badly as he wanted to fuck your sweet little brains out, he’d rather die than hurt his tiny mate.

So he stuck with this. With curling his finger just the right way to feel you squirm on his thigh, filling you up till you were a mewling mess nestled in his fur. He tried to focus on the meeting, he really did, he cared about how his staff was doing, but every time he tried, the feeling of your slick hole tightening around his finger drew his mind right back to you. The way your little hand gripped the fur of his thigh, the way he could hear the soft pants of your breath even when you muffled them, you were driving him crazy. He could barely keep himself together, drool threatening to leave his lips as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your face twisted in pleasure as he sped up.

His spiralling arousal was interrupted by the shy voice of one of the staff, repeating his name to get his attention. His head snapping up and looking around the room, trying to ignore the throbbing of his leaking cock under the table, speaking in the most collected voice he could manage

“Meeting dismissed.”

His eyes followed the staff as they left, making sure every single one of them was out of the room before he let out a low and dangerous growl. Pushing his chair out so he could get a proper look at you, his free hand that was on the table tensed, his claws digging grooves into the wood as he let out a breathy

“Fuck~”

Watching how you reacted when he sped his finger up, his free hand moving to wrap around himself and giving slow strokes, shaking his head a little

“No, no, you don’t get to muffle your fucking noises now. You wanna act like a slut? Then start moaning like one.”

Your hand falling away from your lips as the heat in your abdomen flared, making your thighs tremble softly as he got more intense with the thrusts of his finger. Your eyes flicking between the red and leaking tip of his massive cock and his eyes, how they were glazed over with a certain needy lust. You couldn’t stop the noises spilling from your lips, lewd moans and whiny mewls as you felt the tension starting to build in your abdomen. Watching him getting off to watching you was a treat you always tried to savour. Yes, his finger alone could have gotten you off, but you craved seeing him like this. Like he was an animal that wanted nothing more than to absolutely ruin you.

He could feel the way your insides were tightening around him, his own hand closing more firmly as he stroked his cock. He had to make a decision, if he wanted to let you get off now, or make you earn it. And you’d been such a brat, interrupting one of his meetings wearing nothing but a shirt that smelled like him and an already slick hole. No, he was going to make you earn it.

He ignored the whine that left you when he pulled his finger away, flicking your shirt off of you as he picked you up with ease. He ordered you without saying a word, silent command to wrap your arms and legs around his throbbing cock, a low hiss leaving him at the contact of your skin against him. His hand kept you in place, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he gently moved you along him, up and down slowly. The aching between your thighs ground up against him as he moved you, making soft moans spill from you as you held on tight. His voice coming out in a low groan at the feeling

“O-Oh fuck~”

He could feel your soft breath against his sensitive skin, making his cock twitch as he tried to control himself, to make sure he didn’t hurt you. The desperate rocking and grinding of your hips against him didn’t help at all, your mess only making it easier for him to move you along him. He damn near lost it when he felt your soft little tongue against him, making him let out a noise that was almost a whine. You licked and lapped slowly at the tip, just grazing the slit as you felt him shudder. His one hand gripping the arm of his chair to control himself, panting while his claws dug into it, splintering the wood as he fought the urge to buck his hips. Starting to babble as he increased his hand, his cock nudging your chin

“Fucking dammit… told you… told you after the meeting… but no, no~ fucking nympho… wanted my cock so badly, huh? Then take it~ then fucking take it.”

He wasn’t angry, his tone made that clear, his words could’ve been a searing taunt, but instead came out more like desperate whining. The death grip of his hand on the chair made it crumble in his palm, his breath getting more ragged, eyes half lidded as he felt that familiar tension rising in his gut.

Your hips grinding eagerly, rubbing yourself against a throbbing vein on his cock as you could feel it pulse against you. Licking more eagerly at the slit as your eyes fluttered before focusing back on him, a flash of heat running through you that made you whimper at the sight of him. The way his teeth were clenched and barred, his own thighs trembling with restraint as he fought the urge to thrust. You may have loved pleasure for yourself, but god you loved watching it on him even more. Your mate, at the breaking point from using your body as a cock sleeve, it was too much for you.

He felt your thighs shaking around him at the pressure built to the breaking point in your abdomen, your little scream of bliss leaving you as you rode out your high against the bump of his vein. He wasn’t far after, letting out a lewd and loud moan as his toes curled, nearly making you choke with the flood of cum that left him. The pair of you left shaking and panting from the bliss of release, brains foggy and eyes barely open.

The bliss slowly faded away, he was the first to come back to his senses, a worried sound leaving him when he saw you, clinging to his slowly softening cock with his cum dripping down you. It was enough to make him pulse a little but he pushed down the feeling as he cradled you in his hand, cooing as he moved towards the nearest washroom

“Poor little angel~ oh sweet baby, I’m gonna get you cleaned up. You did so good for me, such a good little mate.”

His words making your brain a little fuzzy as you looked up at him with all the love in the world in your eyes, melting in his palm as you let him carry you, setting you down on the counter as he ran a little bath for you in the sink. Your breathing finally slowing down, your body feeling boneless as you kept your eyes on him as he gently set you in the soothing hot water, helping you wash your hair with the gentlest of hands.