My mind was reeling, and my senses were on overload. I could actually smell the odor-or more precisely, fragrance-of these tiny, sexy creatures, which was almost indescribable. Their scent was like the green of growing things spiced with the aromas of various fragrant blooms. My skin was now covered by a layer of my perspiration and natural oils. Then, a bright-blue fairy, his upper body flat against my stomach and his legs and crotch straddling the base of my hard shaft, buried his face in, and ran his tongue along, the crease of my squared pectorals. The blue man's small hands reached up to cup and squeeze my nipples, causing the hairs on my chest to stand up and sway about in a neon glow. Tiny beads of sparkling perspiration escaped from the pores of my upper body, and the blue fairy quickly lapped each of them up with his lightning-quick tongue.

Something like a thought-but not a thought, more like someone speaking-popped into my head. These friendly and intimate creatures were feeding off the oils, fluids, and chemicals released from my body as I achieved the ultimate state of sexual nirvana from their radiance and sensual ministrations. It wasn't harmful, since what they took I didn't need anymore, and they were giving me so much in return. The byproducts of my sexual stimulation were nourishing them. I decided to continue to give them what they wanted-and/or needed.

The other pink fairy, with the punked-out hair, was flying on his back, bouncing his inner thighs, ass, and cock against my low-hanging balls. The little pink stud was like an earthmover in flight and my balls were like rocks that needed to be lifted to reveal the sweet, musky treat beneath.

The green fairy who earlier had examined the hole at the tip of my cock now had his arms around my shaft and, with his cheek pressed against my flesh, was flying up and down my rigid pole. I was being pumped for everything that I was worth. I think that I even felt some stubble on the little cheek of the green stud, which sent exciting sensations up and down my rock-hard shaft. My pre-cum had already been lapped up by the hard-pumping fairy, and he was working hard for a bigger prize.

I could now smell my own strong scent mixing with the individual aromas of the fairies. The sex-driven beings were attacking all my erogenous zones at once. Another fairy seemed to pop out of nowhere and began to knead the sole of my foot like a cat "making biscuits" with its paws. He pushed his head into the spaces between my toes and licked up every bit of sweat that had collected there.