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Bondage Fairies: Pfil and Pamila - A Thin Line Between Love and Want "AAAAAAAANNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!!!!" Pfil's voice rose to an almost sonic pitch as her body trembled in ecstasy. Pamila was knelt in front of her, her tongue softly painting the trembling fairy's throbbing red clit with a mixture of her saliva and Pfil's own fluids. Her middle and index finger continued to pump in and out of Pfil's opening. She savored the warmth inside Pfil's body and the soft squeezing as the muscles of her inner walls rapidly and tightly contracted around her fingers. Pfil arched her back as far as she could and cried out loud and long as Pamila continued to ravage her sex, wishing to make her partner's orgasm last as long as possible. Lightning cracked and thunder rolled outside Pfil's nest. The pair had no choice but to stay indoors. Maybe to humans, all a rainstorm means is getting a little wet, but to tiny fairies, perhaps just a little taller than an average human's middle finger, even a slight drizzle could be harmful. So all they could do was stay where they were. Of course, as always, Pamila had her own ideas on how to pass the time, and even though Pfil wasn't in the mood for sex, a few well placed strokes from Pamila's slender fingers changed all that. That was 20 minutes ago. But now they were both slick with sweat and the air in Pfil's nest had become saturated with a womanly scent. Pfil continued to tremble as the muscles in her sex twitched and contracted a few times more. Pamila grinned slyly and slid herself beside the prone body of her lover. Pausing only to softly lick one of Pfil's erect, pink nipples, she continued on, wiping away some matted blond hairs and clearing the tears from Pfil's eyes as she softly kissed her warm, rosy cheek. "Mmmmmm, Pfil, you're the greatest," she cooed as she snuggled her cheek to Pfil's and holding her close, "I can just to anything to you, can't I?" At first, all Pamila heard in response was a sigh form Pfil. A sigh that sounded almost…sorrowful. "Pamila…," she began, "…is it always going to be like this between us? You get turned on and I'm the nearest outlet? Am…am I just a sex toy to you?" "What? What are you talking about?" Pamila asked, curious about where all these questions were suddenly coming from. Pfil rolled onto her back and stared blankly that the ceiling of her nest. "I mean, every time we do this, it's all about what you want," she said, "Doesn't what I want count?" "What you want?" Pamila gave a hollow chuckle and smirked, "Oh Pfil, I think I KNOW what you want by now." Pamila's hand worked down again and her index and middle finger softly tightened like a vice around Pfil's tender clit, which was still swollen from their first session. "Ooooo, and it looks like you want more." Pamila's face inched closer to Pfil's as she prepared to advance again. At first, Pfil's brow crumpled with a hint of sadness. Then gradually, more and more with each passing second, that sadness became replaced with anger. Not just any anger. A frustrated anger. A rage. Suddenly, her hand firmly grabbed Pamila's shoulder and shoved her so hard, Pamila almost rolled over completely. "BACK OFF!!!" Pfil rose to her feet. Almost too quickly as she was still weak from her orgasm. Her knees began to buckle, but she managed to find her footing. Pamila was almost dumbfounded. All she could do was stare at Pfil, wide-eyed and confused. In all the years Pamila had known her, Pfil had never lashed out like that before. To anyone. She'd always been so sweet and innocent. Now, staring up at this young girl, so full of anger, Pamila could hardly recognize her partner anymore. All that was burning into her mind was this image of Pfil glaring down at her as lightning and thunder continued to flash and echo outside the opening of her nest. Then, Pfil's stern gaze almost turned into one of sadness as she struggled to hold back tears. Turning away from Pamila, she gathered her panties and her leather top and bottom from the nest floor and quickly put them on. Then, she stormed to the opening, and began to pull a large leaf from outside. "Pfil, what are you doing?" Pamila was still confused. "You just stay where you are!" Pfil snapped at her. Pamila kept her distance, but she continued trying to reason. "Now Pfil, come on. Stay here. You can't go out in that. Are you crazy?" "How would YOU know?" Pfil said, again, the anger being replaced with sorrow. She tore a large leaf from a branch outside and shook the droplets of rain off. "Pfil, what's wrong?" Pamila asked again, this time with more urgency. "You say you know what I want," Pfil raised the leaf over her head, then turned back to Pamila, who just stood motionless, "But you don't, do you?" With that, Pfil spread her wings, delicate and clear as spun glass or crystal, and leapt from the nest, using the leaf as protection from the rain. "How could you POSSIBLY know what I want?!?!?!?!" Pamila ran to the opening, but by then, Pfil had disappeared into the rain soaked distance. "PFIL!!!" At first, Pamila's only thought was, The Hell with her. She'll be back. Then, she turned back to the opening and her face took on a worried stare, desperately searching for any trace of Pfil. "Just…," she began to say, "…just come back in one piece." The storm was beginning to calm. The young fairy woman could hear the onslaught of raindrops become calmer on the leaves of the large tree from where she had made her nest. She and her husband. She had originally lived in a smaller nest, but when she wedded and became pregnant, it was clear a change of living quarters was needed. A small nest was just no longer sufficient. Suddenly she heard the wail of her child. Stepping into a separate room, she knelt at the cradle of the fairy child and softly picked her up. "Aww, is baby awake?" she softly spoke to the child, trying to calm her bellows. As if feeling instantly contented, the baby cooed softly. "Mmmm, and you sound hungry too. We'll have to do something about that." Suddenly, rustling sounds could be heard outside. Immediately, she felt uncomfortable. Even this part of the forest was no stranger to predators, even to fairies. Softly, she knelt the baby back in her cradle. "It's okay honey," she whispered, softly placing her fingers from her pursed lips to the child's forehead, "Mommy will be right back. I promise." Cautiously, she made her way to the opening of the tree, grabbing her Hunter's weapon (she'd been a Fairy Hunter before her pregnancy). Seeing a silhouetted figure in the doorway, her heart almost seemed to jump into her throat, but then she heard a cracked voice that put her at ease. "Sis? Can I come in?" She moved forward to see Pfil, but her sister's mindset suddenly switched to panic. "Pfil, for the love of God, get in here!" she cried, trying not to yell loud enough as to disturb the baby. "Hi Sis," Pfil said, "How's the baby?" "I was just about to feed her, but never mind how the baby's doing? What the Hell do you think you're doing out there?" "Sis, I…" "My little sister, flying around the forest in the middle of a rainstorm with only a flimsy leaf as protection! For God's sake, Mother raised you to have more sense than that! You could've gotten hurt! Maybe even killed! What where you thinking?!" Immediately, her outburst stopped in the face of Pfil's tear-filled eyes. "Oh, Sis…" She stopped instantly and walked over to Pfil, pulling her close and softly hugging her. "Alright Pfil, it's okay. At least you're safe. Come in and sit down, I have to get the baby and then I'll get a blanket for you to dry off with." Pfil's clothes dangled outside to dry as Pfil herself sat cross legged and wrapped in a blanket. The small fire kept her warm, and she could feel the goosebumps begin to disappear from her body and her hair becoming dry and stiff. She looked around the small dwelling. She remembered when this was just a hole in a tree that her sister and her husband had picked out. They'd done wonders with it since then. Furniture, a small pebble fireplace (to keep the tree from burning down). Practically a palace compared to Pfil's little nest. Then again, Pfil didn't have a family. It was just her (and Pamila sometimes), so she never needed much in the way of space. She looked over to see her big sister, nursing the tiny fairy in her arms. It had to have been at least four months since the baby was born, so she was still in that nursing stage. Watching her niece softly suckle at her sister's puckered, pink nipple, Pfil had to smile at how cute the baby looked. Her tiny hands and feet. Her adorable little wings. The way her eyes would scrunch up all thin when she closed them. "That's a good baby," Pfil heard her sister cooing, "Eat up. It's good for you. I just know you'll grow up to be a strong, beautiful fairy." She seemed to have that motherly twinkle in her eyes all the time now. Being a mother probably has that effect on people, Pfil thought. "She looks just like you," Pfil said. "I'm flattered," her sister replied, "but something tells me you didn't come here just to see the baby." Pfil turned away and looked blankly into the fire. "Pfil, come on," her sister's gaze became more serious," Why are you here?" Pfil didn't answer. "It's about Pamila, isn't it?" she said. Pfil's head whirled around at her, and she had to laugh a little at Pfil's shocked expression. "Trust me. Big Sister always knows. Now what did she do?" Pfil still paused a moment before speaking. "Well…" The baby was sleeping soundly in her cradle by the time Pfil had finished talking. Her sister grabbed a few more twigs to feed the fire. Pfil continued to stare into the flames as she spoke. "You know, in the beginning, it was incredible. Pamila had me tingling in places I didn't even know I had. Heck, she STILL does. There are times when just thinking about her makes me so wet, I have to change panties, sometimes three times a day. But it's not just that either. She's beautiful, she's smart, she's brave. I just love everything about her. I feel something. A connection when we're together. I want to be with her so much." "But?" her sister inquired. "But…," Pfil sighed, "…sometimes it's just so hard. It's like, all she cares about is sex. Even when she TRIES to be romantic, it's like she only does it because she knows that we'll be having sex at the end. Sometimes I wonder if she's even thinking of me, or is she thinking about someone else?" "And you want more?" "Well…yeah. Well, don't get me wrong. I mean, I love her. I love her more than anything. I…I just didn't expect to be with someone like her. I always thought I'd be with someone…well…less frivolous." "Pfil, we can't pick and choose who we fall in love with. Do you think my husband is anything like the man I THOUGHT I would marry? He's quiet, fairly soft-spoken, and even before the baby, we didn't have much of a sex life. When I was your age, maybe a little younger, I always thought I'd get together with some strapping young stud of a fairy and we'd sweat up the sheets every single night." Pfil looked up at her sister's face, as she smiled into the fire with a warm love. "But I'll tell you right now, none of that matters. I love him with all my heart and soul. In a heartbeat, I'd fly to the ends of the Earth for that man. Without question." Pfil stared back into the fire. "I know how you feel. Pamila makes me feel that way sometimes. Sometimes, all it takes is a kind word from her and I feel like there's nothing I can't do. I love her so much." Pfil paused a moment before continuing. Her sister could see a tear welling in her eye. "I…I just want to know if…if she REALLY loves me too." Her sister took a deep breath before speaking. "Look Pfil. There are a lot of fairies and animals in this forest who would call Pamila manipulative, selfish and arrogant. And I would be lying if I said it was an unfair assessment. She doesn't open up, she always keeps everyone at a distance, and okay, there are times when she can be a total slut." She knelt from her chair and put her hand to Pfil's shoulder. "But I've also seen another side of Pamila. One she showed when she helped the ladybug midwife with my labor. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here right now…" She paused and turned into the darkened room as she heard the baby coo sleepily. "…and neither would my daughter." "I remember that day," Pfil said, "She ran out though." "But she came back, didn't she?" Pfil's frown momentarily formed a warm smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess she did." "Then maybe you're a bigger influence on her than you'd have yourself believe. I guess what I'm trying to say Pfil, is don't look at the surface too much. I'm not afraid to say it, on the surface, she can be a real bitch. But I've got a feeling that there's another Pamila in there, underneath the surface. One you may have more in common with than you realize." "You really think so?" Pfil asked. She drew Pfil's face upwards, toward her own. "Just look for it. You may be the only one who can find it." Pfil raised her arms and hugged her sister tightly around the neck. "I'll try Sis." I just hope you're right, she thought to herself. The storm had long since cleared. Only a few small droplets on the leaves provided evidence that there had been any disturbance. In another part of the forest, a hollow log served well as a tavern for fairies to come and unwind. Most of the fairies visiting the establishment were Hunters who were just coming off duty. Others were just traveling fairies moving on to another forest and stopping off for a rest. One particular Hunter was looking to do just that. In a leather corset, hood (with only two holes for her blue antennae to poke out), and high heeled boots, she fluttered down to the small doors, looking for something to calm her nerves. What she saw was a large, muscular fairy man bolting out the doors in a fit of terror, almost knocking her down. A long red mark was split across his cheek. "Hey, watch it!" she yelled at first, then seeing his mark, stated, "I'm a Hunter. What happened?" "Lady, Hunter or not, you do NOT want to go in there!" the man's voice trembled in fear, "Some fairy's in there with high blue hair and no antennas! All I did was offer her a drink and she brought out a whip and did THIS to me!" She looked at his mark carefully. "It's just a scratch. You'll be fine. But if I were you, I'd find another place to drink." "You don't have to tell me twice," he said, mumbling as he flew off, "Crazy bitch oughta be locked up." After seeing him off, the fairy turned back toward the doors. Pamila, she thought to herself. As she entered the tavern, the room had already resumed it's bustle, forgetting the commotion that had just passed. Fairy men and women were drinking and socializing. Some were even whispering in each others ears as to where the events of their get- together may take them. Basic your-place-or-mine? talk. Scanning the room, she soon found Pamila sitting at the bar, her head resting on her crossed arms, staring at her drink. Upon seeing Pamila, she walked over to the bartender. "Hey," "Hi Tanappi," he greeted her, "Busy night?" "In a rainstorm like that, not a lot of people out there to cause trouble. Looks like you've had quieter shifts though." She motioned her head in Pamila's direction. "Yeah. Pamila. You know, some traveling fairy just tried to pick her up a minute ago. Newcomers." "Yeah, I just saw him outside. Poor guy didn't know who he was messing with." Then her look became more serious. "How many has she had?" "You may not believe this, but none," the bartender replied, "She came in after the storm, sat down, called for a mug o' walnut ale, and she's just sat there ever since, just starin' at it." "Hmmm," she said thoughtfully, "I'll take a splash of wildberry wine." The bartender nodded and came back a few seconds later with her drink. "Thanks," she said, then after paying, she proceeded to walk over to Pamila. "Uh, listen," the bartender paused her, "I normally don't get involved, but she looks like something's eatin' away at her bad. I wouldn't get too close if I were you. She might give you what she gave that guy a minute ago." Her only response was a half-smile and a wink. "She's not that good," she said playfully. Pamila seemed so distant as she stared at the mug on the counter. When Tanappi approached her, she could've sworn she'd heard Pamila sigh. Almost…sadly. "Nice weather we're having, huh? You going to drink that, or are you just mentally drawing the alcohol into your brain?" Pamila shrugged her shoulders and turned her head away. "I'm not in the mood Tanappi." "Wow, now that's a phrase I never thought I'd hear from you," Tanappi joked. "I told you…!" Pamila's hand made a beeline for her whip, only to be stopped short when Tanappi grabbed her wrist. "Come on Pamila. I know we've never gotten along great, but let's not do something we'll both be sorry for." Taking a sip of her wine, Tanappi unfastened the zipper that held her leather hood closed around the front of her neck. "Besides, I've been out in that storm and I'm just coming off duty. All I want is a drink and then maybe have a bath and go home." Carefully, she peeled the hood back and up over her head, being careful to make sure her antennae were able to slide out of the holes in her hood. Pamila looked with a touch of surprise at the red hair that appeared from within, curly and shoulder length. Momentarily, Tanappi ran her fingers through her flaming locks to shake out the mats and tangles. "Mmmmmmm, much better," she sighed, "Besides, wet leather stains, you know." Then she turned to Pamila's still surprised expression. "Oh come on," she said, "You didn't think I was bald under this thing, did you?" "Uh, no. No, of…of course not," Pamila said, trying not to sound caught off guard, "It's…it's just that I've never seen you with it off and…" "Oh, forget it, okay?" Tanappi said. Then after taking another sip of wine, she turned to Pamila again. "So. Pfil must've REALLY let you have it this time." "What? What are you talking about?" Pamila asked nervously. "Oh what? You think you're SO discreet?" Tanappi confronted her, "Hell, half the people in this bar have seen you two going at it. In the rose bushes, in the outer field, down by the lake, and I could go on. You two haven't exactly been trying to keep it a secret." "Yeah, well so what? What business is it of yours?" "Well, none. None whatsoever. But judging by the fact that you're here, alone, and not your usual happy-go-lucky self, I'm guessing she was a little less than receptive to your charms tonight. Oh man, she must've shot you down GOOD." Pamila returned staring blankly at her untouched drink. "You're not playing fair Tanappi." Tanappi paused in mid-sip and looked at Pamila from the corner of her eye. "Oh, now I KNOW something's wrong," she said, surprising even herself with her legitimate concern, "You've been many things Pamila, but you've never been a whiner. What's up?" "Why can't you just let me have my drink in peace?" Pamila's voice seemed desperate for an excuse to be left alone. "A drink you haven't touched since you got in here," Tanappi replied, "I know you Pamila. You may think drinking makes you feel better, but the reality is, you drink to feel nothing. But maybe this time, you don't think the alcohol is going to help." "Is that your professional opinion 'Dr'.?" Pamila said sarcastically. Tanappi turned on her stool and gave a hollow laugh as she leaned back on the counter. "Whatever," she replied, "Look Pamila, to be honest, I couldn't care less if you and Pfil live happily ever after or not, but something's wrong. And face it, sitting here moping isn't going to get that problem solved at all. That's not you either. So why don't you get out of this funk you're in and try talking to someone about it." "What, you mean like you?" Tanappi shrugged her shoulders. "You could do worse." Pamila was silent for a long moment. "Well…" Tanappi was halfway through her second serving of wine by the time Pamila was finished. Pamila seemed not to have budged an inch, still staring at her drink. "And then, she was gone. And I can't get that look out of my head. I have known her, it seems like forever, and I have NEVER seen that look on her face before. I mean, I've seen her mad before, but…THIS. This was like a monster inside her, that had come to the surface." Tanappi didn't reply. She only uttered, "Hmmmmmm." "I mean, that was not the Pfil I know," Pamila continued, "I mean, the Pfil I know is…is sweet and kind. She's…I don't know, she's just so…innocent. That's the only word I can use. She's got this innocence that no one can possibly take away. In some ways, she's almost like a little girl. Even when we're having sex, there are times when she'll get just SO into it, but even then, it's like she's a virgin. No matter how many times she does it, it's always like her first time." "I'm guessing that's what drew you to her in the first place," Tanappi finally replied. "Yeah," Pamila sighed, "I won't lie, at first, it was for the sex. I mean, the sex was just beyond great. She would just let me do whatever I wanted. But then, when we were around together for a little longer, I noticed so many other things about her. I saw her laugh when she was happy and cry when she was sad. There were times when I'd just look into those baby eyes of hers, and I just couldn't look away. There have been times when I would do absolutely anything for her, just to see her smile, you know?" "Mmm hmm," Tanappi replied again, "But you have no idea what's going on now." "I don't know," Pamila said, "I mean, everything's just seemed so perfect. The sex was great…" "Maybe it's just me, but all I've heard you talk about is sex. Don't you think that might be what the problem is?" Pamila looked up at Tanappi inquisitively. "Don't tell her I said this, but girls like Pfil are special. Some might say a dying breed in this day and age. Someone who doesn't look at sex as the be-all and end-all of a relationship. Oh, don't get me wrong, I have no doubt that she LOVES the sex. Ten seconds under your tender mercies and I'm sure she's begging for more every time. But did it ever occur to you that someone like Pfil might want something more? I mean, let's face it, you've made no secrets that your sex drive gets hyper sometimes, and everyone wants to know that they're loved." "Oh, come on. Pfil knows I love her. I told her so myself." "Well, maybe she hoped to hear it a little more often. She maybe even hoped to see you show it a little more too. Look, you and I don't see eye to eye on a lot of things, but this I believe. Loving someone isn't something you do part-time. When a person doesn't feel that they're being appreciated in the relationship, the reasons don't matter. They just feel unfulfilled. Do you think it's fair to her to say you love her and all you can think about is sex? Is she just something for you to play with until the next toy you want comes along?" Upon hearing Tanappi's words, Pamila's eyes widened, remembering Pfil's words from before. "…Is it always going to be like this between us? You get turned on and I'm the nearest outlet? Am…am I just a sex toy to you?…" Suddenly, Pamila's gaze became more stern and she turned her head away slightly. "Nice lecture from someone who's basically a revolving door for every guy she meets," she said. Tanappi paused in mid-sip of her drink. It was a moment before she put her glass down. "Alright," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "Maybe I'm not the one to preach to you. But I do know that you've got a shot with that girl. Do you really want to take the chance?" Tanappi's gaze shifted toward the door momentarily as she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She nudged Pamila's shoulder with her elbow. "Looks like you might get that question answered sooner than you think." Pamila raised her head from the bar and looked out the window. Her jaw almost dropped as she saw Pfil outside, staring up at the moon. She turned back to Tanappi. "Hey, don't look at me," Tanappi replied, "Get out there already." Pamila rose from her stool… "Hey." Pamila turned back, hearing Tanappi's voice. "This little talk still doesn't mean that I like you," She said with a smirk. Pamila returned a little half smile of her own. "Trust me, as far as anyone else knows, you'll never think of me as nothing more than an over-sexed bitch." "As it should be," Tanappi raised her glass before taking the last sip of wine. Pfil just stared longingly at the full moon in the sky, her arms crossed over her stomach. She heard the familiar footsteps of spike heels on the wood, but she didn't turn around. "Uh…hi Pfil," she heard Pamila say. Pfil paused a moment before replying. "I thought I'd find you here." "It's…it's not like I'm drunk or anything," Pamila said, "I didn't even have one drink." No reply from Pfil. She just stood there looking away. She was standing just a few steps away, but Pamila didn't dare move closer, for fear it might cause her to fly off. She felt the need to move this conversation along. "Pfil, listen, I…" "Pamila, I just have one question for you." Pamila immediately silenced. It was like her throat had closed up. Pfil continued to look away. Better for Pamila not to see the tear she felt trailing down her cheek. "That night, when the Thousand Year Old Cedar spread it's pollen over the forest and everyone became sex crazed. When you told me you loved me. I have to know…did you mean it?" Pamila could only stand stunned. "Pfil…of course I…How could you…?" Suddenly, Pamila whirled around to see a group of fairies watching the drama unfold outside the window. Like a blur, she cracked her whip, severing the binds holding the window blind over head. The blind swung down into the window with a rattling clap. Pamila had to laugh at the muffled groans from the victims of getting hit by the blind she'd heard coming from within. But soon, she turned to Pfil again and her thoughts one again became serious. Whatever conversation was going to arise from this, she knew it had to be private. She ran over to Pfil, who yelped as Pamila grabbed her wrist and flew off with her. Pfil almost found herself dangling from Pamila's hand as it took a moment for her to get her wings to work. She tried to get Pamila to let go, but Pamila's grip was like a vice. All she could go was fly alongside Pamila into the night. Their journey ended beside a large oak tree as Pamila eased down and released Pfil, then landed a few steps away from her. The two just stood there, staring at each other for a moment before Pamila spoke. "Pfil please, you've got to tell me what's wrong." Pfil crossed her arms again and looked down, away from Pamila. "You should know by now, I would think." Pamila hung her head. "Yeah. Yeah, I do." "I mean, what kind of a relationship is this Pamila? Whenever we're together, it seems that all we ever do is have sex. We don't do anything else. Heck, we barely even talk sometimes, you know?" "Yeah." "There was that one time you told me you loved me. And for a while I believed it. I thought…I thought we might have a chance together. And then after that, it was just business as usual again. I'm just tired of feeling like a sex toy, you know? I drift along, filling the gap, never knowing when or if you're going to find someone who does it better for you, and then I'm left hanging. I know it sounds selfish, but…" "Pfil, please. Don't say anymore." Pfil looked up to see Pamila still hanging her head. "I know. I know I was wrong. I took you for granted, and I was selfish. But I don't ever want you to doubt the way I feel." Pfil noticed a tear trickle from Pamila's eye and fall into the grass. She couldn't believe it. "You…you know the reputation I have. I'm the bitch, I'm the slut, I'm the bad girl. And I earned that reputation every step of the way. It was the only way I knew how to be. In a lot of ways, it still is." She looked up at Pfil, and she could see the tiny trail of tears on her cheek reflecting off the moonlight. "And…and then you came along with those big blue eyes, all sweetness and light. With this soul…so innocent…that just couldn't be corrupted." Pamila swallowed hard and looked up at the full moon in the sky. Her trailing tears were clearly visible now. "All I know is…is when I'm with you…I don't feel like the bad girl anymore. I've never told this to anyone Pfil, but I…need you. I need you more than anyone else could. Maybe…maybe that's why I keep trying to seduce you the way I do. Maybe if I could keep you distracted, coming back for more, then…maybe…you wouldn't go to be with someone else." Pamila walked over and knelt at a small pond by the tree, looking at her teary-eyed reflection. "I guess that makes me the selfish one, but I can't help it. I mean, you're just so perfect Pfil. You're the purest person I've ever known. You've been so precious to me. The thought of losing you, I just know if I did, a part of me would die, and I'd never get it back. I wanted you to be mine. I had to keep you." Just then, Pamila heard a rustling behind her. Then two small, gloved hands softly pressed against her back, followed by a head softly nestled between her shoulder blades, where her wings came out. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Pfil so close to her. "Oh, Pamila. You never had to try. All you needed to do was ask and I never would have left your side." Pamila turned around and the two knelt eye to eye, both of them wiping away tears. "I meant it that night when I said I loved you," Pamila said, "And I still do. I love you so much Pfil." "I love you too Pamila. I just…I just want you to WANT me, that's all. I don't mean want as in just sex, but to talk to, to be with, to do things together." "Pfil, I've always wanted…" "Ssshhh, you don't have to say it. I know that now. But you've never had to tie me down with sex to do it. You've always been so good at pleasuring me, there's no doubt. But I don't just want sex with you. I want to make love to you. I want us to feel love, not just pleasure." "That's just it Pfil. I…I'm not sure I know how…" "It's okay," Pfil put two fingers to Pamila's lips, "I think you do. I know you've got a good heart Pamila. I've seen it." Pfil smiled at her softly. A warm smile of love and hope. Pamila was overjoyed. She never thought she'd be so happy to see Pfil smile again. "You can do it Pamila. I know you can." "So…what do we do now?" "For now, let's just take it one day at a time, okay?" "Yeah. Yeah, I guess we could do that," Pamila was still wiping tears from her eyes. "I'll tell you one thing I'd like right now though." "What's that?" Pfil softly wrapped her arms around Pamila's neck. "Right now, I just want to kiss you." Pamila smiled before Pfil inched closer and both fairies softly wrapped their mouths around each other. Pamila's arms slid around Pfil's tiny waist and pulled her close. Soon, their tongues came into play, softly twitching and lapping at each other. Eventually, their lips parted ways, and Pfil smiled warmly. "You know, I can barely remember the last time we actually kissed," she said. "I know," Pamila agreed, "But it sure felt nice." "Very nice." Pfil whispered in her ear. The two pulled each other close again and their lips embraced in a second kiss as the moonlight shone from the sky and the lake, giving the pair an almost angelic glow. Then Pfil threw all her weight onto Pamila and the two rolled around in the grass, hugging and kissing for several minutes. People who saw Pamila the next day were heard to say that it was an almost unnatural feel about her. While she remained the cocky, wisecracking fairy she'd always been, no one could deny there was something different about her. She seemed lighter, happier, almost glowing, as if a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders. After her Hunter shift was over, she met Pfil for dinner that night and for almost three hours straight, they just sat and talked. Many seemed surprised that the two seemed to finally be bonding as a couple. Although Pamila did indicate on occasion that she was still her same sexy, mischievous self, as when their desserts came, she was quick to dab a rather large glob of whipped cream on to the tip of Pfil's nose. Then she slid it off with her finger and brought it to her mouth, sucking and licking the delicate substance off tenderly. "Mmmmm," she said before taking her finger from her mouth, "You know, food tastes better after it's been on you." Pfil didn't seem to mind. She only giggled in response, as if she knew something that no one else did. It was another bright full moon as Pamila was flying with Pfil up to Pfil's nest. The two stopped momentarily to look up at the clear sky. "Bright tonight," Pamila said. "Maybe it means something," Pfil replied, "Such a perfect way to end the night. It must be a good sign." Pamila looked over to see Pfil's smiling face. It was the same smile she'd shown the night before. A smile of hope and love. "God, I hope so," she said. Pfil stepped over to Pamila and the two kissed softly before breaking to hold each other in a warm embrace. It was then that Pfil spoke. "Pamila?" "Yeah?" "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" Pamilas eyes instantly widened as one single thought beamed into her mind… AH-YAI-YES-AH!!! …but Pfil's soft voice immediately snapped her back to reality. "Well?" She looked into Pfil's eyes, and trying not to sound too eager, spoke. "Yeah. Yeah, I would love to sleep with you." Pfil only smiled in reply. "Okay. I'll be right back. Just wait here for a moment." Pfill flitted down inside her nest for a moment. Pamila meanwhile, seemed to be on overload with thoughts and desires. Just the thought of being with Pfil, she wanted to be doing cartwheels and loop-de-loops. She could already feel herself getting wet at the thought. But she had to force herself to restraint. Don't be stupid, she scolded herself. Do you want to screw this up? "Pamila?" Pamila almost stiffened like a board at Pfil's cooing voice. Nervously, she turned around and proceed to glide down to the opening of Pfil's nest. The trip seemed to be taking her forever when in reality, it was only a few moments. Pamila couldn't deny that the anticipation was getting to her. As she reached the opening, Pfil softly took her hand and led her inside. Pamila was surprised to see the silken sheets that covered a small patch of floor in Pfil's nest, along with two small pillows. "W-what's…?" "It's my new bed," Pfil said, putting a hand to Pamila's cheek, "It's our bed. I wanted this to be real, so when I was on a break during my shift, I went and picked these up." Upon hearing this, Pamila had to be honest before going any further. "Pfil, I…I'm losing it here." Grabbing Pfil's hand, Pamila placed it between her legs. Pfil's eyes widened at the feel of Pamila's fluids, her nectar, flowing thickly and freely from her opening. She was dripping wet, and even a thin trail had begun to trickle down her leg. "Oh. Oh Pamila, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking. I shouldn't have pushed for this so soon. I…" "No Pfil. I'm okay, really. I just thought I should tell you first before we went any further. I always get this way around you, you know that. Look, if you don't want to do this tonight..." "No, no, it'll be fine," Pfil said, "I should have known better. You're so tense. Come here. Why don't you get undressed and lie down?" "I thought you'd never ask," Pamila seemed a blur as she almost tore the zipper off her one-piece leather suit and jumped onto the soft sheets. "No, no, no," Pfil said softly, kneeling down to remove Pamila's thigh-high boots, "I mean all your clothes. I want to see all of you." Softly, Pfil slid Pamila's boots off, revealing the smooth skin of her legs and small feet. "You have pretty feet," she said, "Aaawwww, and look at those cute little toes." Slowly, one finger at a time, she slid Pamila's arm-length gloves off, pausing to stroke the soft skin of her arms. "Okay, now it's my turn." Pfil unzipped her top and delicately slid off her short skirt and panties. Then, she removed her own boots and gloves. She could see that Pamila was becoming more and more eager. "There's just one more thing I need to get," she said. Moving quickly to a darkened corner of her nest, she came back to the bed a moment later with a pair of soft, fuzzy gloves. "Some caterpillars were kind enough to let me have some clippings so I could make these gloves," Pfil said, "I finished them not too long ago. They're really soft." "And what are you going to do with them?" Pamila's voice was starting to betray her impatience. "Sssshhhh, now just lie down," Pfil cooed soothingly. Pamila sighed and lay back. "How can we do anything together when you're so tense?" Pfil said, "This isn't the way to be. I just thought I'd give you a little massage, that's all." Pfil softly began caressing Pamila's cheeks with the gloves. She was right, Pamila thought, these ARE soft. She closed her eyes and soon began to breath deeply. "Good," Pfil whispered, "This is very good. Just relax. All that tension is going to melt right off you." Pfil seemed almost methodical in her work over Pamila. Moving from her cheeks to her temples, Pfil's hands glided down around Pamila's neck, over her shoulders, down again around and between her breasts. For a quick moment, Pfil flicked her fingers across Pamila's delicate nipples, which were already stiff and hard. Pamila emitted a tiny coo of pleasure, but she seemed much more relaxed now. Raising each arm, Pfil gently ran her hands along them. Then down she went further, past the base of Pamila's flat stomach, along her waist and her hips. Then she came to Pamila's legs. Slowly, Pfil ran her hands along each thigh and her calf, then proceeded to massage Pamila's small feet, ankle to heel to toes. She raised each leg to gain better access. Occasionally, she would softly run her finger along the bottoms of Pamila's feet and Pfil had to keep from laughing herself as she could see Pamila struggling to keep herself from giggling. "I didn't know you were ticklish," Pfil said. "Mmmmmmmm," was Pamila's only response, still trying to stifle giggles as Pfil continued to softly run fingers along her feet. Eventually, Pfil came away from the feet and moved back upward on Pamila's legs. Raising each leg, Pfil continued to massage, but as well, she began to trail soft kisses along Pamila's calves and thighs, even raising her legs even higher to softly kiss her behind her knees. "How does this feel?" she asked, "Feeling better?" "Mmmmmmyeaaaahhhhhh." Pamila sighed, "Much better." Eventually, Pfil worked it so that Pamila's legs were quietly spread, revealing to her the soft, ripe opening in between. Pamila's clit was almost sticking straight out, larger than Pfil had ever seen it. It was dark, dark red and Pfil could almost see it twitching and throbbing. Warm nectar continued to trickle from her opening. Pfil had to admit that she was surprised. She'd never seen Pamila so calm, but at the same time, she'd never seen Pamila so turned on. Pamila, on the other hand, didn't say or make any physical indications for Pfil to advance. It was as though she trusted Pfil completely. Okay Pamila, Pfil thought as she inched her face closer to Pamila's opening. Get ready. Pfil could feel the searing heat on her lips from Pamila's sex even before she touched Pamila's clit. First, she brought her lips down and softly kissed the wet opening. Then softly, slowly, her tongue brushed against Pamila's most sensitive organ once, twice…, "Oooooooohhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn," Pamila's hips bucked and twitched as she groaned in pleasure. Pfil smiled. "Mmmmmm," she said, "Your nectar is so sweet." "M-more," Pamila cooed, "Please…more." Pamila tugged and pinched at her nipples as Pfil continued to caress Pamila's hungry clit with her tongue. She began to roll the delicate nub on the tip of her tongue, around and around and around. Clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Before long, Pamila was gulping up air and moaning louder and louder. "Oh…oh God," she gasped, "I didn't…didn't know you were s-so…so good…Aaaanhhhh!" "Well, you never really gave me a chance to show you, right?" Pfil paused to say, licking Pamila's thick nectar from her lips. "Oh my God Pfil, please don't stop," Pamila moaned, "I…I need more. Please, give me more. Make me come, please. I want to come." "I know," Pfil replied reassuringly, "But there's something I've always wanted to do for you." "Wh-what's that?" Pamila asked, half blinded by pleasure. "You'll see in a moment," Pfil crawled upward to Pamila and kissed her softly on the forehead. Pamila's body was already breaking out with thick beads of sweat. Softly, Pfil began running her hands through Pamila's blue, flame-shaped hair, pushing her bangs back. Her right hand softly began to rub Pamila's sex, keeping her wet and happy. But Soon Pfil smiled herself when she found what she was looking for. "Aha." There, nestled just above Pamila's forehead, were two small dark antennae. Fairies for the most part had big, think antennas, like Pfil, but Pamila's were so small, they didn't even break her hairline. Pfil looked down into Pamila's face, who looked back up at her with longing and pleasure. "Don't worry," Pfil cooed to her, "Trust me, this is going to feel so good." Slowly, with her left hand still holding Pamila's hair back, Pfil brought her head down to one of the delicate little nubs and softly licked it with her tongue. Pamila arched her back and almost screamed as unbelievable sensations struck her brain like lightning bolts. Her body began to tremble and tears began streaming down her cheeks as Pfil licked and sucked on her antennae. Pfil's right hand meanwhile, was still between Pamila's legs, rubbing her sex, faster and faster, her middle and index finger pausing every so often to pinch her delicate clit. Pamila felt like kicking and thrashing, but it was as if her body was being held down somehow by the pleasure she was feeling. She continued pinching and tugging at her nipples harder and tighter. Just then… "Oh yeah! Oh God! Yeah Pfil, don't stop! Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm…!" Pamila thrust her head up and screamed at the top of her lungs, her antenna popping out of Pfil's mouth. Her nectar streamed out of her opening in a flood, soaking Pfil's hand. Her fingers squeezed tightly, burying into the soft flesh of her breasts. Her legs trembled and her head thrashed back and forth. Suddenly, Pfil hoisted Pamila up and held her tight, trying to keep Pamila from hurting herself. Even after her orgasm had passed, Pamila lay in Pfil's arms, shuddering and gasping. "Pfil," Pamila managed to rasp as soon as she found her voice, "You're the best I've ever had." Pfil's only response was a smile. Pfil was silent as she held Pamila's trembling body. It was several minutes before Pamila regained her strength. "Pfil, all I can say is…wow," she said, "I have never…EVER…had an orgasm like that before." "Oh, you're exaggerating," Pfil said. "I wish. I mean…wow! If I'd known you were that good…" "I'm just doing what I've wanted to do for a long time Pamila. I mean, all this time, you always called the shots. Let's face it, you never really gave me a chance." Pamila gave a mild chuckle. "It looks like I'm going to have to re-think that policy." "Oh, now you've always had your moments Pamila." Pfil leaned back and spread her legs. Her sex was wet with her nectar and her clit was red and swollen. Apparently, the excersize of pleasuring Pamila had been very arousing for her as well. "Go ahead," she cooed, "Touch it. Feel how wet you make me. It's what you do to me. It's how much I love you. I want you to experience everything from it. See it, hear it, touch it, smell it, taste it." For a moment, Pamila just sat there, a little surprised. "Please. It's okay," Pfil said, "I trust you. Do what you want. I'm giving my body to you. Please Pamila. Make love to me." Pamila smiled warmly. "Lay back," she said softly, "I want to show you how I feel." Pfil sighed as she lay back on the sheets. Pamila eased her head forward. She breathed deeply, taking in the fresh smell of Pfil's sex. Pfil's clean smell mixing with her nectar gave a sweet, perfumed aroma. She took a few more quick sniffs before closing in further. Before she started anything, she thought she could hear Pfil squeal happily in anticipation. Normally, Pamila would tease Pfil. Lick around her folds, methodically avoiding touching that which Pfil wanted so badly to be touched. It was Pamila's way of keeping Pfil under her thumb, making her beg. But this time, the first thing she did was take a long, soft lick dead on Pfil's swollen clit. Pfil gasped and cooed as her hips twitched and shuddered. From there it was a slow process of give and take. Pamila licked all around Pfil's soft opening, occasionally going back to lick her throbbing clit, making sure to give Pfil exactly what she wanted. Then, she would dip her tongue inside Pfil, where her nectar was the sweetest. The taste of Pfil's nectar was euphoric, almost numbing Pamila's tongue as she continued to lick Pfil's hole, as deep as she could. But through it all, she could hear Pfil gasping and moaning quietly. "Ooooohhhhh, Pamila," she purred, "This is sooooo nice. Oooooohhhh yeaahhhhh, right there. Right there. Oh, that's so good." Soon, Pamila stopped licking Pfil. Smoothly, carefully, she slipped her middle and index fingers inside Pfil's warm opening. Soon, a third finger followed the other two inside and she slid over, motioning for Pfil to sit up. As Pfil sat up, the two locked lips in a passionate kiss as Pamila's fingers continued to slip in and out of Pfil's hole. Pfil could feel taste sensations from her own nectar on Pamila's tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned deeply in Pamila's mouth. Gradually, Pamila's rhythm became faster and faster. In and out, in and out, while her thumb tickled and prodded Pfil's throbbing clit. Soon, Pfil threw her head back and gasped as Pamila felt Pfil's inner walls squeezing her fingers. Pamila could feel tiny squirts of warm nectar splattering on her hand as Pfil's legs trembled. Soon, Pfil forced her head forward again. Her cheeks flushed, she managed to force a smile to Pamila. Her lips lingered just millimeters away from Pamila's. "Mmmmmm, that was so good," she whispered, "I loved it Pamila. Every second of it." The two held each other for a few minutes. Pfil traced her finger along Pamila's bare leg as Pamila ran her fingers softly through Pfil's blond hair. Occasionally, they kissed each other on the lips and cheeks, occasionally on the neck. Finally, Pamila spoke up. "You know, we should probably get some sleep." "Yeah," Pfil replied. "Oh, but how are we supposed to sleep on these sheets? We both made a bit of a mess." "Oh, that's okay. I was ready for this." Pfil flitted off to another corner of her nest. "Bundle those up, will you? I'll get them cleaned tomorrow." Pamila rolled the sheets into a ball as Pfil returned with another pair of folded sheets. She spread the first layer over the floor of her nest, then placed the pillows on top. Then, taking the next sheet, she lay down on the first and motioned to Pamila. "Come on." Pamila crawled over and lay beside Pfil and the two folded out the second sheet over themselves. The silk fabric was so soft against their naked bodies and the two just lay there holding each other. With their legs softly wrapped around each other and their breasts pressed firmly together, the two savored the natural warmth of their bodies. "Well, that was day one," Pfil said. "I'd have to say, so far, so good." Pamila replied, but then she turned serious for a moment. "Do you really think we can make this work?" Pfil was silent for a moment before she gave her answer. "Yeah. Yeah, I think we can. You know I was thinking something…" "Yeah?" "I was wondering…you know…do you think you'd like to move in with me? What do you think about the two of us living together?" "Are you serious?" "Well, we could either sit and mope in our separate empty nests. Or we could be together. Share it. Maybe we can make it a home. What do you say?" Pamila was thoughtful for a moment. "You know, why not? Let's do it." "Do you mean it? You're not just saying it because I asked?" "Come on Pfil, what would be the stretch? I spend as much time here as I do in my own nest anyway." Pfil smiled and held her lover, her love, tightly. The two were silent for a time and slowly but surely, they found themselves drifting off. But not before they were able to manage some more small conversation… "Pfil?" "Yeah?" "I love you." "I know. Pamila?" "Yeah?" "I love you." "I know." --The End- Well, folks, I know it's been a while, but for those who enjoyed my Sailor Moon stories, I hope you enjoyed this one as much. This isn't to say that I've given up on Sailor Moon stories. Quite the contrary, but I've felt the need to branch out in my fics and I was truly inspired to write this one story. Hopefully this will be a turning point for my writing and I hope you will continue to be patient with me. Also, stay tuned fore more Sailor Moon stories coming in the future as well as other hentai-based works, including titles like "La Blue Girl" and "F3: Frantic, Frustrated and Female" As for this story however, I suppose you could look at it as two stories in one. First, the lovers trying to patch up the rift that has constantly divided them, and then the sexual part of the story. I guess the main question I was trying to ask in this story (for those of you familiar with the Bondage Fairies manga), was of Pfil and Pamila, which one REALLY has the other wrapped around their little finger? Pamila's influence over Pfil is direct, targeting Pfil's strong sexual arousal as well as her sweet demeanour, being the aggressor to Pfil's more submissive attitude. While Pfil's influence over Pamila is much more subtle and directed more inward, towards Pamila's emotions. In a way, Pamila probably doesn't even realize sometimes the powerful hold Pfil has on her. But I believe that each in their own way, really does love the other, and there's really nothing they wouldn't do for each other. I guess in this story, I was trying to say that while their differences are skin deep, their sames run to the core. In a lot of ways, both are really quite similar. But you don't have to take my word for it. Do you agree? Disagree? All are free to tell me what they think. I look forward to any and all comments regarding this. Feel free to drop me a line at tuxedo52@hotmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you.
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