Klaymen !i/OHE/sPZ6 2008/07/29 (Tue) 02:01 No. 4704 “Then, I shall continue,” you say, increasing the pressure ever so slightly on your rod. The nipple you've been toying with has become hard now, so you move on to the other. Takiko's tiny face has taken on a slight shade of red, signifying her arousal. Good. You had hoped that she experienced such things in the same way that normal humans did.
...but what about her non-human parts? Stroking her gossamer wings seems like a good idea, so you reach out with your free hand. She looks like she wants to pull back, but doesn't. Trying to be as delicate as possible, you run your finger along the edge of the top of one of her wings. It seems that these, too, are sensitive, as her entire body shakes when you touch it. She looks back to your hand, confused.
“Sorry.” You say, ceasing all motion in your hands. “Would you like me to stop?”
Takiko pauses, thinking about it, but then shakes her head. “If you ever want me to, just hold up a hand, OK?” You say, returning to your work. She nods, a little shakily. Looking down, you can see that her panties are beginning to visibly moisten on the outside, the plain white becoming a slight off-white. You run the glass rod down her chest, causing a new ripple of sensation to pass through the tiny fairy. You reach the panties and, running the rod over the top of them, begin stroking the places beneath.
Takiko's very body seems to be stimulated by the sensation, causing it to tense up. Her tiny little hands grasp at the sheets in what could be mistaken as a bit to keep her anchored to the bed. You continue rubbing, switching to the now familiar circular pattern. Her mouth keeps opening and closing, letting out what you make to be silent moans. She seems to be very sensitive. You circle upwards, back to the top of her panties, and maneuver the rod under the seam. Finding her slit, you begin thrusting light enough so that it doesn't enter, but strong enough that Takiko definitely feels it. It's obvious in her posture. Before you go any further, however, you require consent. You stop, causing Takiko to give you a confused look.
“Is this OK?” You ask, hoping she has some idea of what you're going to do. She nods, reaching down to her panties, and slides them down her legs. You would have done so yourself, but... it's good that she gets it. Maneuvering the glass rod into the proper position, you gently push inward, trying to make this as painless as possible for her. It meets plenty of resistance, as expected. The rod is small, but so is Takiko. She reaches down, trying to stretch herself to accommodate it.
It works... surprisingly well. It seems that Takiko, at least, has above normal elasticity. Once she tried, it fit in with ease. This will require further examination, but not right now. Doing so would be a bit much for her first time.
You push the rod inside of Takiko, being careful to watch your distance. You've got a spot marked on the rod that should not be passed, if her reproductive system is to scale, but you've got no idea if it is. Slowly, you make your way further inside. Takiko seems to be hiding no emotions; it's easy to read that she's greatly enjoying this. You continue deeper, reaching your mark without a protest from your friend.
Since this is for scientific purposes, you must push onwards. “Takiko. I need you to tell me before this goes too deep. Can you do that?” She nods, but her trademark response has become noticeably less focused, almost added as an afterthought. You push the rod deeper, being careful to move it as slow as possible. A centimeter or so past your mark, a look of panic spreads across her face, and she raises her hand. You stop putting pressure on the rod, allowing her own contractions to bring it away from the zone of discomfort.
“Sorry. But,” you give her a wink, “now the best part can begin.”
She gives you an expectant look in response. You're not quite sure how to interpret the look, other than her wanting more. That, you can do. You switch from your pencil-like grip to one more suitable for thrusting. Widening your grin, you thrust your rod into Takiko, using a wrist motion to provide most of the speed. She gives you a silent moan in response. Withdrawing, you thrust again. And again. And again. Varying the angle of attack, frequency, and depth each time seems to provide optimal stimulation, judging by Takiko's face.
She squirms a bit under each new thrust, a bewildered look on her face. Her body glistens from the moisture that has begun to form. You return your free hand to her wings, causing her to shudder upon contact. The relentless thrusting continues, your wrist never tiring. It seems all those years of living alone have paid off. Takiko, clearly overwhelmed by the new sensation, reaches up to grab onto the arm you've got playing with her wings. She tries to use it as support, her tiny hands grasping each other a few inches below your wrist.
Tiny vibrations pass through her arms, indicating that she's nearing orgasm. You drop your thrusting down to a slow, methodical speed, and slowly begin to increase it. As the speed increases, so does the intensity of the tiny fairy's grip. Faster, harder... you continue to ramp up the speed. Takiko shudders, reaching orgasm. Her entire body tenses up for a moment, even going as far as to hold your rod from moving any further. After a second or so, every muscle simultaneously releases, causing her to drop from your arm.
No longer being supported by her back, she falls onto the hand that had been stroking her wings. You catch her, providing support, her tiny body being easily held into place by your large, by comparison, hands. Her breathing is hard, heavy... you can feel her lungs fill with air and exhale through your hands. Her eyes are closed. You withdraw the rod, providing her with another tiny shiver.
“So,” you ask, smiling, “Did you like it?”
She gives you a weak nod in response, not even bothering to open her eyes.
“Would you like more?” You've still got more tests to run, but it's not imperative that they be run now.
This causes her to open her eyes rather quickly, a mixture of shock and a few other emotions on her face. She sits upright, freeing your hand from her weight.
“Is that a yes?” You ask, reaching for your gloves, “Or a no?”
She looks at your hands, a look of mild fear on her face. You stick out your pinky.
“Think it'll fit?”
To be continued... maybe.
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Seems like a good place to stop. I'll write the rest of this when/if I feel like it. Comments on this are a good idea, as it's the first h-scene I've ever written and I'd like to improve. Now, onward with the real story.
