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A tear in the veil had occurred long ago. The thin layer between worlds had ruptured and allowed the intermingling of the fae realm with the earthly plane. It had been localized in a single location, a set of forests and mountains that had been altered by the sudden influx of magic. Trees grew taller, the earth itself cracked, and new hills were formed with impossible shapes. A new landscape could easily be adjusted to, but what had to be truly contended with was the influx of fae and fae-aligned people. Arcane cultures that none had ever seen before in the land. Even the elves found themselves uncertain of their new neighbors, but in time, a careful peace was formed and a new federation was established. From the outside, many took to calling the region Shattered Fae, and as such, the name remained on the map, while many called it different things. All led by a queen bee at the center of it all.

Pav was an ullifae living in the Shattered region. He looked like a bee, but with a humanoid shape and much more fur, strong shoulders sitting over a bit of a stout form with four arms and an insectoid abdomen jutting from his rear like a tail. His tired eyes were violet dots swimming in black sclera and always underlined by a smile. The fur of his body was yellow but hued by autumn, with deep black markings and a crest of white around his neck. He had been instructed to guide a party through the land, to be a reliable sort, but at the moment, he was taking a break. He laid down on his side on a blanket set atop of the grass by a riverside with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face. A little tune came humming from his mouth as he wondered whether or not someone would come seeking him out for help with camp. Maybe he should be back there helping, but he could handle that later on. Besides, he had already left his clothes in a neat pile next to him and it’d be annoying to get dressed again.

Out of all the guests he was leading through the forest, there was only one so far that Pav had taken an interest in. A curious elf by the name of Elyon. He clucked his tongue and stopped humming to say the name aloud for a second, “Elyon. Has a nice ring to it.”

A curious elf who had been eyeing him on occasion with a bit of a fluster. Of course, he had to ask if the fellow would like to participate in a more intimate activity. As it turned out, the elf hadn’t been into men, but Pav hadn’t been entirely convinced. The elf had continued to watch him, and there were so many times where he had seen the elf blush or furrow his brow, finger on his chin as if he were thinking up a storm. Pav had left it at that, deciding not to press the issue, in part because it was entertaining seeing the elf think through it, and now he wondered, would his new friend be drawn in by honey and humming? All he had to do was wait and hopefully he’d see the results.

While waiting and being patient was always a virtue of his, he also couldn’t help but keep on thinking about that elf. In particular, he was thinking about the adventurers that had come with him. The group that had requested a guide were searching for a certain something that they didn’t really want to talk about, and all of them seemed to be rather grizzled individuals, and extremely taciturn to an annoying degree. They didn’t seem to like Pav very much but rather, tolerated his existence. Whether that was because he was a fae, or simply because he wasn’t as openly rough and tumbles as they were, he wasn’t sure. Either way, he found them annoying. They only spoke of business and didn’t seem to care for the little things. They ignored his warnings as well as the joyful things he pointed out, and had only started to listen to the warnings when one of them had nearly been snatched away by an overgrown pitcher plant.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the elf, then he might’ve led the group into a drake pit on purpose and watched them burn. Instead, he had entertained himself by watching Elyon and so now he daydreamed about the pretty thing while chuckling to himself. A spectacled fellow with blue skin and olive eyes that reminded him of the forest. Dark hair tied up and out of the way, and pretty lips always parting to start talking about something. Of all the adventurers, that elf seemed to be the only one to try to strike up a conversation with the others. He spoke of his curiosities, of his interests in the land and of the creatures, and in particular; of dragons. Honestly, he felt a bit insulted at first that those questions had not been directed towards him.

Pav could have answered all of those questions and much more, but he realized that Elyon was, in his own way, trying to start small talk with his group. Maybe not in the best of ways, but he was attempting to break the silence and make things just a little bit warmer between them. Pav could not help it. He found him fascinating and wished that sort of energy would have been turned toward him. Perhaps it would have been if he had not come on so strongly, or perhaps Elyon was just waiting for the right moment to speak to him. The elf did look like the deliberate sort, if not a bit flowery when he was speaking. Ah, what he wouldn’t give to be between those thighs, to bite upon his shoulder and hear him sigh.

His antennae twitched as he heard a few steps coming on over. Quiet and yet deliberately placed so that they would most likely be heard. Practiced. From a ranger true, and true. He opened an eye to see the elf of his daydreams wandering on over at first with a big smile. That smile twitched and shifted a few times before remaining as he stopped and stuttered in his steps before pausing just before his resting place with a fist to his mouth, and cheeks visibly warmed just a bit.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asked quietly.

Pav beamed up at the elf and waved, “Not at all! I was just about to start playing a bit of music.” Before a question could come of it, he reached behind him to bring up a violin before setting it back down while breathing out, “You’re more than free to join me.”

Elyon answered slowly with fingers at his chin, “Well, I suppose I can join you for a bit! Tell me, is this something usual to the region? Are all fae so willing to hang about in the nude? I know most of my compatriots would feel awkward.”

He shut his eyes for a bit in consideration before nodding slowly, “A mix. There are many of us who don’t care, and those of us who do. A lot have fur and scales and other features that make some fashions outside of the land a bit cumbersome to wear. It is why I wear lighter clothing, but many don’t really mind seeing someone with everything bared. Before the merging, it might have even been more common, but it seems like our lands were not the only things that were fused. Our hearts had been changed even if a little bit.”

When he opened his eyes, he swore he could see the elf’s gaze sparkling from the new information acquired. As he chuckled, Elyon cleared his throat, “Right! Thank you for that little tidbit. I was curious and well, not everyone is willing to just sort of show everything.”

“Well, I’m not showing everything.” He said with a snicker.

Elyon tilted his head, “And what do you mean by that?”

Pav lifted a knee and motioned between his legs to show his darkened shaft touched by hues of violet and still flaccid for now, “I wasn’t showing this up until now.”

The elf coughed but came out of it laughing, “You really are a liberated sort, aren’t you? I don’t have a problem with that at all. Uh, in fact, I had come here rather confidently to amend a previous interaction related to all this. You see, I really have not ever had the opportunity to be with a man and I thought that simply it wasn’t meant to be. When you asked, I replied with what knowledge I had, unable to express that I found you attractive, but I would love to go with you to your quarters sometime.”

Slowly, Pav sat up and stretched before tilting his head toward the elf, “My quarters are a tent right now in camp and those flaps will always be open for you, my new friend. How about, for now, you join me?”

Elyon blinked, “Join you?”

“The day is lovely. The sun is still bright and piercing through the canopy. I’d like to share this warmth with a friend. Sit with me on this blanket. Disrobe if you’d like. Let’s talk and share, and maybe I’ll even reward you with a kiss.” He said with a big smile.

The elf’s cheeks were flushed deep and dark, but the elf remained smiling as he answered, “To experience the culture myself would be nice, so my clothes are off without a doubt and I must admit, the fact that you want to talk excites me to no end. I thought that you might even want something quick. That you simply wished to see me in your quarters once or twice as a playful little jaunt.”

He waved away the notion, “Not at all. I’m interested in making a friend. If I use you like a toy, then it is only after we’ve both found out that you like being used like that.”

Pav couldn’t help but notice a little pause, here or there. A strange tick now and then. A twitch in the elf’s forthwith and confident attitude. Now, why was that there in such a lovely fellow? And someone who seemed so sure of themselves when they had all the cards stacked up. He didn’t even balk when Pav made his offer. Curious and more curious. He wanted to know more about this fellow, and so he patted the space next to him and watched as the elf began to strip.

A delightful treat was given to him. Elyon didn’t need to strip, but the elf did regardless. Bit by bit, he was able to see what the elf had to offer. A good set of shoulders with a lithe body covered by freckles along the thighs, and a tail curling around that was a thin thing reminding him of something he might see on a tiefling, but of course, on an elf. Between his legs was something that he might consider precious. A shaft that was already twitching and erect, perhaps overtaken by excitement. It was a nice size, but nothing too big. Perhaps even on the average side of things, but it was the mere fact that it was standing at full attention that had him smiling from corner to corner.

When the elf took a seat next to him with knees drawn up, he placed a hand on his thigh gingerly to get him to let one leg loose as he said quietly, “Tell me. Of your interests, and your reasons. I want to hear about you.”

The elf’s glasses turned askew as he hopped a bit and breathed out, “Really? Here I thought we’d be skipping right to it and—”

Pav hushed those pesky notions aside by closing his mouth over the elf’s, a short and succulent kiss that ended with a wet pop as he pulled back and hummed, “I’m in no rush.”

Flushed cheeks but a bright smile. The elf touched his own chest before clearing his throat, “If that’s the case, then I suppose I’d be glad to share.”

Where had he come from? What was he doing here so far away from home? These questions and many more were answered, and Pav listened with a quiet smile. At first, it seemed like Elyon was uncertain. He’d broach a topic of interest, or share where he came from and pause for a second before continuing on, but soon enough, he began motioning with his hands and speaking a bit more quickly. Dragons and monsters were his area of interest, and he spoke of dragons in particular at length. It wasn’t very often, it seemed, that others let Elyon speak about what he was interested in and so it appeared to him that Elyon was taking advantage of every second with sparkling eyes and detailed words. Not that he minded one bit.

At some point, he managed to interject during a lovely little passionate exchange of interests, “There are dragons here that live with us peacefully. One or two are open to visitors.”

That seemed to bring even more of a sparkle to the elf’s eyes, “Really? Truly? Do you think that we’d have enough time? I know the others might not be interested, but perhaps after we find what we need, I could be let go on my own way.”

“I’d be happy to be your guide, should you ever find yourself free and able to go that way.” Pav said with a chuckle.

“Would you really? It would make me so much happier to have a guide that I can trust, and one that I already have rapport with.” Elyon then sighed aloud, “My heart flutters at the thought of a chance meeting with a dragon!”

Pav rubbed his chin, “They are interesting creatures. I can’t say that we’ve ever had trouble with them, but our little region is special, and the dragons that haven’t been from our region seem to settle nicely here too.”

That mention of other dragons caught many other questions, some that he couldn’t answer because he didn’t know, and others that he could. He didn’t do this out of patience, or some sort of silent tolerance, but rather genuine interest. Maybe not in the dragons themselves, or even the topics that were brought up, instead he found interest in the one these things. He could feel the passion pouring off of the elf as he spoke. The life. The magic that vibrated from him could be best described as a vibration that he could see, that he could carry. Everyone had some sort of song, some sort of sound that he and many others could practically taste. Elyon’s song was beautiful, and so he listened and took in the details that produced this passion and embraced it with all of his heart.

Dragons. Magic. Beautiful monsters and more. He listened to every detail and noted how few of it was about the elf himself. Pav, at some point, took up his violin to share one of his own passions, to play a few notes and hum along as the elf enjoyed the song while continuing to speak. In all of this, he recognized that the mundane did not hold anything compared to where his heart pointed him. The elf had interests, and many of them, and perhaps he had never had the opportunity to truly share with someone who would listen so well, so he did not fault the elf for forgetting to mention a thing or two about himself. All in all; he thought it was cute.

The elf had more words to share, but paused a bit and looked up. Pav followed his gaze to see that the stars and the moon had replaced the sun herself, and Elyon coughed, “Have I really been talking for that long?”

“‘Fraid so.” Pav chuckled.

“Gods and dragons. I’ve absolutely floundered this little meeting.” Began the elf.

Before the elf could continue, Pav laughed aloud, “Have you? The evening is so young and I am nowhere near tired.”

Pav brought a hand up in the air, digits pressed together before they came apart to make a loud snap. Light erupted all around them, bubbles appearing as the sources. Fae light that danced and fluttered around like spores spreading about until they settled near the trees and on the surface of the water. The elf watched with big eyes, looking from left to right with his hands clapped together and his mouth agape.

“A familiar cantrip! Dancing lights? No, different. A flavor of fae? What else does it do besides simply light I wonder?” He then breathed out, “Well, maybe that question can wait until we’re dressed and back at camp. This has been lovely, but the others are most likely waiting for our return.”

As the elf began to rise, Pav took hold of his wrist to keep him down and he leaned over to plant a kiss on his neck. At the same time, he hummed, “The evening is young, as I said, and the others are a bore. Let them wait. They’ll not do a thing until the morning.”

He felt the elf shiver, a hand moving to grasp onto his shoulder as the elf answered quietly, “I suppose, I’ll take your word for it.” The elf then snickered, “I’ll just say I was held captive by an attractive fae.”

Pav chuckled and sat back, turning toward the elf with his legs spread just enough that his own arousal was clearly visible, “And for my first command, give your new lord’s scepter a kiss.”

The light allowed him to see those lovely cheeks flush with color as the elf lowered himself until his lips were hovering just above Pav’s cock, his hand taking the base as his voice flowed freely, “More of a staff than a simple scepter.”

Soft fingers gripped the base of his shaft, gentle lips pecking at the tip, both shivering. The grip of the hand on his cock would tighten, then loosen, then tighten again as if he wasn’t sure what he needed to do. It seemed as though the elf was trying to decide on what was appropriate and what wasn’t. Pav could throw his weight around a bit more and take control of the situation entirely, but it was with a keen mischief that he watched the elf’s attempts and decided; oh no, this would be too much fun to pass up.

He started to pass his fingers up and down Pav’s shaft, and he rewarded the elf with a sigh and a little bit of instruction, “Good. A bit faster now. Don’t be afraid to lick. Explore to your heart’s content.”

Again, he felt the uncertain twitches, but he could see that the elf was smiling. Faster and faster the hand kept on moving and his arousal grew stiffer, the heat in his heart beginning to wash over the rest of his body as he wondered how he should make this first for this elf. Should he be rough and mean? Sweet and loving? A mixture of both? Drown the lovely thing in honey and then pull him out with a venomous bite. He licked his chops at that, as if in anticipation of a delectable meal.

Elyon was entirely distracted by his cock. Perhaps the size had him in awe, or maybe it was the shape. Dark for most of it except for bands of violet that seemed to glow the more aroused he was. His balls were also caressed and fondled, each orb squeezed just a bit and lifted before being allowed to fall back into place. When he had enough of having his body explored, he tilted the elf’s chin up to meet his eyes. There’d be enough time to plow that pretty mouth, for now he drew him up and led those pretty lips to his own. Mouths met in a loving and sweet kiss, his tongue dipping into the elf’s maw to let their tongues dance. He drew the elf up into his arms until he had the man on his lap, until his claws were tracing little circles down the elf’s back.

When he got down to the rear, he squeezed gingerly and pulled his mouth away to hum, “What would you like to try first? Plunging into me, or letting me split you apart?”

“Since you’ve been so patient. I should reward you by letting you take the first of my rear. I have no doubts that with a little help, I’ll be able to fit you inside.” Said the elf with breathy confidence and a grin.

Oh dear. Perhaps he’d have to slow things down a bit. Can’t have his new flower breaking so soon, and so he said with a little smile, “Oh? Then let me be the one to prepare you. I’ll make sure it goes smoothly. I’ve even got a bit of oil with me in my pack.”

Elyon hummed, “Won’t a bit of spit work?”

Again. Oh dear. He didn’t find the lack of experience annoying, but instead simply chuckled and shook his head, “No. That’d be terrible for both you and me, my darling new friend.”

He reached over to rummage in his pack that he left near the edge of the blanket with his instrument. It took some fishing, considering he wasn’t looking, but eventually he managed to pull out a glowing vial. The elf’s gaze followed the vial through the air before looking back to him when it was set down near the pack rather than closer to them. The elf opened his mouth for a few seconds, but stopped as Pav pecked his mouth once, then twice, then a few more times until his lips started to trail down to his throat.

“O-oh. Something else?” Elyon asked.

“Yup, just part of the fun, so relax.” Pav said while continuing to kiss the man’s throat.

And it did seem like Elyon began to relax. At first, his shivering subsided but then it felt like all the tension in the elf’s body melted away as his mouth and tongue moved in circles heading downward. He kissed the man’s chest, taking a moment to the side to let his tongue trail along underneath the arm, where he planted a kiss before heading around to do the same to the other side. Worship. He gave worship to whoever he was going to lie with. No matter the position. Pav simply loved the body, simply loved what others could bring to him, and this moment was no different. He felt every smooth crevice with his mouth, every spot beaded with sweat, and from this position he could catch the scent of natural earth mixing with something floral. Perhaps a soap he had used for just this occasion.

When his mouth was trailing far below the elf’s chest, Pav took hold of Elyon’s thighs to turn him onto his back. He heard the elf yelp and ask for more warning next time with such adorable indignation, but he simply chuckled as he heft those pretty thighs up and pointed the elf’s rear toward the stars. Pav moved slowly, and yet, too fluidly for the elf to be able to ask any questions. Words turned to sighs and even squeaks as the elf’s taint was suddenly graced by Pav’s tongue. He moved up to the balls, letting his long tongue make circles and swirl around those sensitive orbs before he headed back down all the way to a pretty puckered hole surrounded by freckled cheeks.

“H-hah. These are many, many new firsts, but perhaps I was a bit too hasty.” Elyon said while huffing aloud, while his toes curled and his hands clutched the blanket, “Please feel free to do whatever you want this evening.”

He took his mouth away after one more kiss on that pretty star and hummed, “Really? Anything?”

“You’re the one with more experience.” Said Elyon with a chuckle.

Pav dipped his tongue back inside of that tight rear, closed his eyes as he focused on giving his warmth and passion to the man in his arms. Up until now, he had only used one set of hands in order to hold and maneuver the elf, but now he figured that it was time to use his other set. They moved to curl around the elf’s waist, hands cupping Elyon’s balls and shaft, stroking and kneading in the most gentle ways while his tongue kept on moving, while his other hands kept his hips in place. He could feel the results of his work in the twitch of the elf’s shaft, the tightening of the rear around his tongue. It got easier to dip his tongue inside, easier to dig it in deeper with the more drool he added, and of course he pulled it out on occasion to lick and glaze that pretty star.

He would give his tongue a break by instead kissing that lovely rear, a lover’s embrace of mouth to ass. Suckling before pushing, bringing his lips back before pressing again, tongue flicking out on occasion to circle the ring before he got back to getting his tongue inside of that virgin hole. Plenty of warm drool was shoved into that lovely hole, and each time he pulled his mouth away, a few more thin lines of spittle appeared that broke apart as he went back in for another wet kiss.

Encouraging him on this path were the elf’s moans, with the elf’s twitches and little movements. His sighs and squeaks, the tightening of his muscle and body wherever his arms were holding. In the middle of all this, Elyon grunted, “W-wait. I feel like I’m about to blow.”

“My mouth or my rear.” He said as he took all four of his hands away to stroke over the elf’s thighs.

Elyon was breathing in and out steadily, head leaning back on the blanket as if he were overwhelmed already. He didn’t let up either, he kept massaging his thighs, kissing his foot and making his presence known in all ways until Elyon answered quietly, “Y-your mouth. If I take your rear, then I’d like it to last more than a few seconds.”

Pav made his mark one more time by spitting on his puckered hole before he lowered him onto the blanket and leaned over to grab hold of the vial. He popped the cork off and let the glowing liquid spread over a set of digits. Gently, he brought two of them down the elf’s taint, down all the way to that pretty pucker still glistening with his spit, and he dipped them inside gingerly. While Elyon shuddered and clutched onto the blanket, Pav leaned down until his mouth was planting a kiss atop the tip of the elf’s cock. He opened his maw and let his tongue out to curl around that twitching thing, head dipping lower and lower to let his maw take every single inch. When he closed his mouth over the elf’s cock, he shoved his fingers in nice and deep before stretching them. He rolled them in and twisted them about, taking his sweet time while the elf’s hips bucked and his cock throbbed violently against his thick tongue. It wasn’t long before Pav could feel the elf’s climax, could feel his tongue being stained with beautiful thick and bitter salt. Trembling hands grabbed onto the bases of his antenna, digits moving to loop through the curls of his head while the elf’s hips pulsed upward while that lovely climax kept on pouring through. The touch atop his head kept on drifting, kept changing with a particular type of uncertainty that had him smiling around the dick in his mouth. Really, he wouldn’t have minded if the elf got a bit rough, but it seemed like the poor thing had too much to wrestle with to consider the possibility.

When every drop had been drained, and the elf leaned back while panting, Pav pulled his mouth up and then opened it wide to show every drop of seed that had been collected before he drained it all in one gulp. With a big smile, he added a third finger inside of the elf and hummed, “Need a break?”

Elyon was flushed and panting, sweat dripping down his shivering form, but he shook his head and breathed out, “I think not.”

And so he continued. Fingers digging deep, twisting before rolling around and pulling out nice and slow. He would then push them in as far as they could go, stopping just to spread them apart about, kneading and molding the elf’s insides to his needs and purposes. At the same time, it was almost like playing an instrument. The elf moaned and sighed, groaned and made all manner of lovely noise that Pav could almost hum a tune to. Another hand of his had moved to feel over the elf’s thigh, to let his fingers trail around to the flaccid shaft, still sticky with his drool and on occasion, twitching. It seemed that he’d get hard before long with a bit more encouragement, and maybe he could still satisfy all of the elf’s firsts. He certainly didn’t plan on letting go of Elyon. Not until the morning. Not until he really got to bite down on him. For now, though, he took it nice and easily while the elf’s eyes watched him with a mixture of delight and lovely haziness.

“My, if you can’t even handle this? How would you handle a dragon?” He decided to say while tilting his head.

Elyon’s ears actually seemed to turn a shade darker at the tips as he huffed, “I can handle this just fine.”

And so he thrust his digits in again with more gusto, more strength while leaning in to laugh, “Gracious. Forgive me for doubting you, oh great elf from far off. I’ll be sure to up the tempo at some point to stop taking it so easy on you.” And then, while Elyon’s face began to blossom into a beautiful haze of delightful color and sound, Pav slowed the pace of his fingers and hummed, “But not to worry, my blossom, I’ll be nice for now.”

A second wind suddenly came over the elf as Pav found himself on his back with two strong grips on his shoulders, and that lovely rear grinding on his shaft. Elyon now hung over him with a smirk, one brow raised as he mused aloud, “Blossom? Don’t think I’m that soft.” But of course he could see the darkening of his skin, the true signs of a fluster that were more telling than words, but he allowed Elyon to continue, “I could easily handle you.”

“Oh? Now that I’ve done all the prep-work, you think it is as easy as sliding my dick on in? Well, it’d be entertaining to see you try, my petal. So if you manage to get down all the way to the base, then I’ll gladly call you sir, but should you fail, then it’ll be the other way around.” Pav responded with a similar smug expression curling.

For a moment, Elyon paused, his eyes flickering to one end as if he could see Pav’s cock in the periphery until he faced him again and grinned, “You’re on.”

To help, he passed along the rest of that slick substance on his hands onto his cock, stroking a few times before taking his hands away to let Elyon work. The elf leaned back and painted a beautiful silhouette against the fae lights and moon. Crouched down with his knees spread outward, one hand helping him balance while the other took him by the base of the shaft. The elf’s movements were confident, were quick and delightful right up until he got the tip of Pav’s cock to where it needed to be. Elyon shivered as the tip began to enter inside of him, and he suddenly jerked downward but winced while pausing his motions. His legs were trembling violently, and he held his fanciful position with his twitching cock bouncing. He kept pushing, kept trying to fit more and more of that thick thing inside of himself until he got about halfway.

It felt amazing to him, felt fantastic even. A tight rear squeezing around the top of his dick. A sensation like no other, aided by the constant trembling of an inexperienced man. At the same time, he also felt the stress pouring off the poor thing. That being said, he didn’t exactly hate it. The stress came from a precious little struggle built off of passion, and the elf’s frustration was plain to see. However, he had tried to prevent this and so it was almost entertaining to watch the elf try his hardest.

That tight grip returned to his shoulders as the elf fell forward onto his knees gasping, “Gods and dragons! I uh, I didn’t think that would be so difficult.”

“Need some help?” Pav said slowly.

“What? No. Of course not!” And then they remained there for a bit. Pav watched with blinking eyes as Eylon began to turn shades darker, and the blush almost seemed to reach his chest while he sucked in his lips for a few seconds before finally blowing out, “Fine! Fine. I need help.”

Pav used one of his free hands to draw circles on the elf’s chest, “Oh? You need help; what? What’s missing from that plea?”

Elyon’s grip tightened before he let his hands slip away to rest on Pav’s chest while he muttered, “Can you please help me, sir? I can’t stretch myself without your help.”

The poor thing seemed so crestfallen. He didn’t laugh, didn’t even chuckle. Pav just sat up and embraced the elf gingerly while kissing his neck and humming, “Relax. You should have gone slow to ease it all in, but you were in a rush and got yourself more than you can handle. It is going to be a bit rough from here on out, but just clutch onto me as tightly as you can.”

The elf didn’t respond and simply held on as tightly as he could manage while nodding. Pav closed his eyes and began to hum while caressing poor Elyon’s body. He must have realized he had bitten off more than he could chew, and the least Pav could do was hum him a pretty tune to soothe those thoughts away until he felt just a little dizzy. He started to buck his hips, pushing and thrusting with tiny motions that dug his cock in a bit deeper. Pav helped further by pulling him down firmly enough to force more of his shaft inside whenever he found that it was too hard to press inside. Even then, he took his sweet time. Through his hums and sighs, he heard the elf begin to squeak and whine. Noises that were awash with soreness, and just a bit of growing delight.

Elyon started to move his hips as well, started to try to help things go along while he bit his lip before letting out a shuddering sigh. It was difficult not to dive in deeper, difficult to not bury himself in as far as he could go with all of his might. Those tight insides were squeezing around his shaft in such lovely ways. Every twitch. Every nervous tremble was felt through their connection, and his humming grew to a moaning pitch as he started to hump and grind, as he let himself fall apart a bit to start properly stretching the elf’s rear. The hands on his back were carefully avoiding his wings, digits digging through the fur before looping around curled strands, and that grip tightened further as Pav thrust once more inside of that lovely rear to get himself balls deep inside of that ass.

“How do you feel?” He asked quietly while kissing the elf’s neck.

“I think I’m okay to continue at a proper pace.” Elyon said while panting.

Pav leaned back and let his hands drift to the elf’s thighs, another set on the hips as he began to bounce Elyon up and down. Elyon had trouble keeping up from the beginning and instead allowed himself to be moved however Pav desired. He kept going faster, kept on thrusting just a bit harder whenever he thought that Elyon could handle it, but his pace was still very careful and tender. Pav made sure to roll his hips and twist them, pushing up and then settling for a bit. He could hold on for a bit, he could hold back for just as long and pace himself, and at this pace, he was going to make sure to enjoy every second of this moment. Elyon himself was a panting mess, face pressed against his shoulder, and he couldn’t help it. Pav smiled and smiled wide until his fangs were showing as he started to pump inside of that tight rear faster. He bounced him up and down, bounced him just a bit faster with every movement.

The elf clung onto him harder, groaning now while his stretched insides tried to tighten on his cock as if trying to stop his sudden pace. Of course, he didn’t stop and he only sped up while continuing to administer sweet kisses on the elf’s neck and throat. His mouth then trailed down to the chest, the elf hanging his head above him while making such beautiful songs with his voice. He let his tongue out to collect beads of sweat, to paint the elf’s chest with his drool before he moved around under one of the arms. Pav remained at that spot, and couldn’t help but smirk a bit as the elf shook violently.

“Must you do t-that? I don’t mind, but your tongue on my body is driving me mad! Feels almost just as odd when you were humming in my ear.” Whined the elf.

Instead of answering, he let his tongue lap along the underside of his arm, heading to the pit and around to the chest, where he planted kisses before returning along his route. And while he was distracted with that, Pav thrust in a bit harder. His own shaft was starting to bounce, and he found that he did not want to draw this out for too much longer, and so he thrust and thrust with more of his strength to show Elyon that he had more to give. The elf leaned back as if to get away from his ministrations but he kept his tongue secured under the elf’s arm while pumping harder, while giving his worship to the elf’s beautiful body while his cock seemed to swell. Without warning, he thrust in one last time as hard as he could manage.

At that moment, he pulled his mouth away and brought it over the elf’s lips. Their tongues met in a feverish kiss, his cock bouncing violently as he blew load after load of sticky virile seed into that virgin rear. He painted those tight insides. Made those insides his while continuing to grind. The vibrations he felt from the elf were pure joy. Muffled moans trailing down his throat, sighs and groans in between their kisses as their bodies beaded with sweat pressed together as close as possible.

When they pulled away, and Pav leaned back to hum in pure joy, Elyon sighed to the sky above, “Dragons and gods, above and below, I’ve never experienced such a delightful feeling. The warmth. The warmth feels so damn good. I don’t know if I can hold on, but I want more.”

And he received more as Pav bucked his hips, as Pav continued to fill his ass until he swore he saw a pretty little bulge on that strong gut. When he finished, Pav chuckled, “Need help getting off of me?”

For a moment, it seemed like the elf might be able to push himself up, but he soon sat back all the way with a gasp, “Yes, sir!”

Again, Pav resisted the urge to laugh as Elyon struggled, but perhaps it was on his expression just a bit more because Elyon was pouting and turning away from him. He had to actually resist the urge to even chuckle as he grabbed the elf by the thighs and started to bring him up. Pav helped him until the elf popped off of his cock and was able to fall back onto the blanket with his arms and legs spread out. He could see that the poor thing was exhausted, that the poor thing might need more of a break. However, he had given the elf a gentle first time, and now it was time to take things at his own pace. Pav got up and then moved over the elf’s body, hands against the ground near his head, before he leaned down to begin a firm kiss. His other set of hands grasped the elf’s flustered cheeks, those hazy eyes regarding him with blinking confusion behind fogged lenses, his chest rising and falling in such lovely ways. When he pulled his mouth away, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I suppose it is time for another type of fun. I still want to fill you. Not with seed, but with something a bit different for you I imagine. A first with cum, and now a first with eggs.” He purred and hummed.

The elf shivered and muttered, “Perhaps after a break?”

Pav planted a peck on the elf’s throat and whispered, “I think not.”

He pushed himself up just a bit to let his insectoid abdomen curl underneath him. The end of that portion of his body had a hole, and from it appeared a long and thick thing colored like ink. It was too soft to be a stinger, and it immediately pressed against the elf’s rear before dipping deep inside. He felt his entire body grow hot as the ovipositor dug in deep, as it stretched those pretty insides apart to find the right spot. At the same time, the elf had brought his legs up, ankles pressed together around his hips, mouth open wide as he panted with a half-lidded gaze peering up at him.

“T-too much.” He murmured.

Leaning down, Pav hummed into the elf’s ear, his hands pinning his arms down while the other set stroked along his sides. The elf’s eyes opened a bit more but were clouded in a deep and glowing haze while his insides were stretched, while Pav began to breed him in a different manner. He thrust forward and his abdomen would follow, pushing until the tip itself slid inside along with the rest of the ovipositor. It still hadn’t grown to full length, or to full girth, and he could feel it all pulsing inside of him with a particular sort of anticipation that had him on edge. Instead of holding back, he lept off of that edge and even his wings beat freely now and vibrated to join his humming as he fucked his new toy. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in this sort of fun, it wasn’t very often that he wanted to do this sort of thing, but the elf was just too cute not to make fat with eggs. He wanted to see the elf drunk with lust and about to pass out, and so he pressed on.

He hummed sweetly to the elf’s ear to keep him mostly pacified while his hips jerked and his ovipositor dug deep inside of the elf’s ass. Every thrust was given more strength than the last along with more speed. It was at this point that he moved a set of digits along and around to the elf’s back where he dug his claws in just a bit, his mouth moving to bite down on Elyon’s shoulder, interrupting his song. Even without Pav’s voice, Elyon was a meek thing. Moaning and shaking violently, legs embracing his body instead of his arms since those remained pinned. He finally let the elf’s arms loose, however, to instead cup and feel his cheeks, to let his fingers slide up and through the elf’s hair, to tug away at the tie within the strands. Sweat beaded along the elf’s brow and his hair was matted down by the stuff. This song of confusion and desire made him shiver in delight. Being treated in such a strange and rough manner seemed to appeal to the elf, and so did not hesitate.

When his ovipositor had buried itself in the deepest reaches of the elf’s ass, when he found himself unable to hold it all back, he growled instead of humming sweetly and a great pressure began to pass through his insectoid abdomen and through the ovipositor. A large orb pushed through and into the elf’s rear, the elf suddenly very lucid as he cried out before groaning. This position, however, wasn’t enough for him. While he continued pounding into that cute rear, he got up. He grabbed Elyon by the ankles to tug him onto his shoulders, abdomen still kissing the elf’s ass. He held the elf’s ankles together and leaned over them to look down at the hazy eyed elf. His cock was dripping with pre and would most likely be blowing before long and the poor thing shouldn’t have to cum all over himself. If he didn’t pop, then he’d give the elf a reward. For now, he focused on his own pleasure.

He leaned back and kissed the elf’s foot, his tongue dragged along the surface up to the toes before heading back down to the ankle where he bit. Every sensation was something new for the elf, so he trembled and whined, even moaning at the tongue across his feet, at the fangs on his ankles leaving little marks. He had put his tongue over the elf’s body in order to worship before, but now this was more akin to defilement, akin to a mark of ownership. It was because the elf was something so beautiful that he wanted to pull him apart just a bit, that he wanted to watch him drown in such lovely poison, and when all the elf did was moan; it made it that much sweeter to him.

Pav planted one more kiss on the elf’s foot before separating Elyon’s ankles, before spreading his own legs a bit to give him room to work. His pace got rougher, his ovipositor practically punching into that ruined rear with every mighty movement of his hips. The urge to breed was on his mind, and in this position, he could do nothing but reach into the deepest spots of the elf. Another egg popped out from his ovipositor and he felt a wash of pleasure hit him like no other, his body trembling, but he did not stop. The elf groaned, hand on his gut, eyes fluttering and hips jerking, toes curled inward and fists held tightly at the sides of his head.

“Such a monstrous strength. I had no idea sex could be so intense! With a common man alone, I imagine that my body would have been ravaged, but you’re tearing so neatly into my mind and spirit that I can feel myself splitting at the seams, and yet, it is paradise itself!” Moaned the elf, strands of hair fallen over one side of his face.

He answered such depravity with more depravity of his own, buzzing and humming joyfully as he dug in deeper, as he kept on breeding that lovely rear until another sphere popped out, and another. His cock was hard again, and he had a hand on it pumping it wildly. It was already so firm, so ready again to blow due to the constant pleasure erupting from his abdomen. He was done with the egg and his ovipositor was done, and it was even beginning to slip out, but he wasn’t finished. The elf’s legs were released, and he slowly moved around onto his stomach before pushing himself up onto his arms, but Pav was there to lean over him, to slam his dick back into that lovely ass while he grabbed onto his hair with one hand, and moved another hand under him to feel the firmness around his stomach.

“Fuck. Do you feel that? Those are mine, my petal. Keep those in long enough and you’ll have bees of your own, or perhaps they’ll look more like you?” He said while humming, while filling that pretty ear with his song.

“B-breed me.” Said the elf weakly, and so he obliged.

Sticky and wet claps echoed into the air around them as his hips crashed into that abused rear. Each thrust sent more of that lovely music out into the air, and the elf joined in on the song while moaning hoarsely, while whimpering and begging for more instead of asking for him to stop. His own mind was filled with fluttering heat. The intensity of the elf’s desire coupled with his own creating a maelstrom within his chest that refused to stop. Before long, his bouncing cock began to let out a jet of hot cum directly into the elf’s rear again, but he didn’t stop thrusting. He kept on going and the elf managed to keep himself up for every single thrust while his insides were filled to the brim with seed alongside the eggs. This kept on going until he found himself suddenly satisfied with one more climax that stained those inner walls, and also released the steam that had been curling around his head. Pav found himself fully satisfied as he slipped out with a wet pop.

The elf turned around on his back again, body trembling, eyes shut tight, and Pav took hold of Elyon’s arousal while straddling his lap, “Gracious. You’ve done so well. I really should give you a reward.”

There was still enough slick oil on his fingers to roll a few digits into his own rear, to dig them in and stretch himself, causing him to shudder while the elf beneath him simply watched him with hazy eyes. Steam poured between them from the intensity of their breaths, Pav’s gaze glowing beneath the moonlight with a predatory glint. When his fingers popped out of his ass, he grabbed hold of the elf’s cock to get it into position. The head of the elf’s cock planted a lover’s kiss on his puckered ass. The tightness of his rear spread around that lovely thing, and he felt a tingling delight as it dug in deep and began to grind inside of him, his hips rocking back and forth and all around to milk that pretty cock. The elf himself was shaking, weak hands grabbing onto his hips while Pav milked him. He would have truly taken the elf for the ride of a lifetime if it weren’t for the fact that the elf blew his load. The poor thing squeaked and gasped, eyes opening for a second before fluttering closed. It was with that last orgasm that the elf remained there with his arms spread. No movement at all except for the twitching in his ass.

Pav tilted his head and hummed, before leaning down to check by biting the elf’s shoulder firmly enough to mark him, a small smile on his face as he pulled away with his tongue sticking out, “Aw. Tuckered out already? Ah well. Perhaps I can still have some fun with you.”

The intensity of the situation had not truly dawned on him until this moment. He had blown load after load, and even laid his eggs in a lovely place, and now that he looked down at the elf, he realized that he had truly run the poor thing ragged. A bit overboard, but at least it seemed like the elf had enjoyed it. Ah, he had to make it up to the guy. Couldn’t just take so much and not give back anything in return. With a small smile, he hummed as he hatched a lovely little plan to both have his fun, and repay the elf.

A cart rocked back and forth, drawn by large shelled insects ambling along the road. In the back, Elyon had been placed on a tarp of sorts with plenty of pillows under his head. The elf’s eyes began to open, and he sat up slowly while fixing his glasses that were crooked. He winced and stifled a curse as he placed a hand on his lower back before he looked around. When he looked toward his side, Pav beamed and waved at him. Both of them were fully clothed now, and the fae bee had his violin and was playing it gingerly. Would the poor thing remember what happened? When he saw Elyon’s face begin to darken and flush with color, he knew that the memories were still intact.

Elyon cleared his throat, “So, where are we going?”

Pav hummed, “I told our crew that you had gone through quite the trial. It took a little tricking but they believe you need a bit of medical help back at a town so I offered to escort you over. Now that they have a camp set up, they won’t need me for a bit and another guide can be sent in my place. After all, I have to repay you.”

The elf grinned while leaning back, “I think you have already. Filled me to the brim with payment! I uh, I actually enjoyed all of that, I must admit. Your tongue, your hands, every part of that experience was new and amazing!”

“So you’d like a repeat performance?” Hummed Pav. Elyon opened his mouth to answer but stopped as Pav leaned in close with a spare hand pressed under his shirt and against his gut gingerly, “Careful you don’t make a habit out of keeping these in here by the way. You could squeeze them out, but the changes will have already started to happen. In a week, you won’t be able to stop it and you’ll simply be a pregnant elf with a fae’s children.”

Elyon placed a hand on his chin and tilted his head, “Really?”

Pav laughed and leaned back, one leg crossed over the other while he played a little tune, “Yes. A bit of your mana will suffice as the energy that feeds the eggs, and in exchange, you’ll be made hardier for a bit and prepared for laying the eggs when they’re ready. It is more of a symbiotic relationship.”

“So I’ll still be able to do my job then?” He said while tilting his head, “Then why have me out on the cart?”

“So astute. So smart!” Pav said with a loud sigh before grinning, “You see. I thought that I had gone a little bit overboard and even if you don’t think that I did, I believe I did. In order to make that up to you, I’ve decided to liberate you of your duties and take you with me on a little vacation.”

Elyon frowned, “Well, I really think you should have at least consulted me on all of that. I don’t need a vacation. I actually enjoy my work, you know?”

Pav nodded and clucked his tongue, “Oh yes, I know. I know about your interests in magic, in beasties and in dragons, so forgive this fool for dragging you out all this way to spend your time through the lands of shattered fae in order to meet a dragon.”

“Yes, that is exac—” Elyon stopped for a second and held a hand over his mouth before he lowered it slowly and looked at Pav, “Truly?” When Pav nodded, his eyes sparkled, and he laughed, “To hell and back with work, then!”

With a smile, Pav leaned back and breathed out, “Well, glad that you’re happy with that arrangement.”

Elyon moved to sit next to Pav, and he slipped a hand through the wrap Pav wore around his waist. He gripped Pav’s cock much to the fae bee’s surprise and brought it out into the open air through the waistline. He started to stroke it gingerly while Elyon murmured, “And, of course. While we travel, you’ll want to use my body, right? That should be an equal exchange. Your expertise. My body.”

Pav continued to play his violin, continued to hum in utter delight as he felt his arousal being stroked again so soon, and of course he had to say, “I think I can get used to that arrangement.”

And so Elyon leaned down to plant a kiss at the tip of his cock, tongue coming out to drag along and around while Pav closed his eyes and kept on playing music. He let the elf experiment to his heart’s content, not saying a single word about how to do anything but instead allowing his mouth to search for the right answers. An inexpert tongue dragged down his shaft as the elf attempted to take his shaft into his maw, and it seemed like he wasn’t one to learn from past experiences. He went halfway and gagged, taking a bit to come back up before trying again. One of Pav’s extra hands moved up to grab hold of the elf by the hair to help him down, to start guiding him a bit while Elyon got used to the feeling of his throat being filled. With this open air, with the surprise of the elf being so interested in his body and in his realm, he couldn’t help but feel a climax coming soon. He bucked his hips and grunted while feeling it hit him, while bottoming out inside of the elf’s maw. Pav was still so damn sensitive, and he had actually been hoping for a little bit of a break, but he loved the feeling of his cock getting wrapped up in those sweet lips.

When Elyon pulled his lips away, he managed to swallow just as Pav opened one eye to look down at him. The elf coughed but was grinning from ear to ear as he muttered, “And I suppose this is also payment for the fact that I want you to teach me everything about sex. Leave me a master of these arts.”

He trembled at the sound of those words and remembered. Once the elf had a grasp of something, he would be brimming with the purest of confidence. That sound. That timbre and vibration he felt coming off of the elf. It was beautiful, and so all he could do was stop playing his music to set aside his instrument, and lean in to cup the elf’s cheek to join their lips together in something sweeter than any song. A kiss between worlds. The ride to the nearest settlement would take a bit, and he found himself a new seat to begin teaching the elf while he played his violin with eyes closed and a smile on his face. Underwear and the wrap around his waist had been folded neatly to the side while he began the lesson with a purr and a giggle. He straddled the elf’s face on his knees, his rear on those willing lips as a careful tongue grazed along the surface, not caring about the fuzz or sweat. He wondered how much passion he could coax out of Elyon. Could he make himself a similar interest to that of a dragon? Well, maybe he could and maybe he couldn’t. Either way, it’d be so much fun to try, so much fun to listen to this song of passion taking them in new directions through the shattered lands, through what was called by many; the Shattered Fae.