The honey pot.

That particular spy-genre descriptor has always tickled me. A woman so manipulative, so in control, so desirable and attractive, that even the wariest of men are helpless as flies. Drawn in and caught. Held fast by the most obvious of traps.

Cinnamon could easily be my honey pot. The saccharine-sweet bunny girl has got me all but wrapped around her little finger. And I don’t mind one bit. Disregarding her beauty Cinnamons gentle caring demeanor and shy personality calls out to me like a moth to a flame. It makes me want to wrap my arms around her. To please her. To protect her and never let go.

Now, that same argument might be made for Kryst. Despite her brashness, and not accounting for her own amazing looks either, I’ve developed feelings for her too, and there was no use in trying to deny them. Maybe they are not the same ones that had initially drawn me to Cinnamon but there was something very appealing about Krysts no-nonsense attitude. The way I could joke and flirt with her in a totally different way.

To me, the honey pot adage was easily assigned to Cinnamon's sweet personality. In the fairy's case, however, the descriptor I have now found is one that can be applied in a much more literal sense.

“C’mon, Too Tall.”

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A sweet sticky warmth tickles my taste buds as, positioned with her legs spread gymnast wide, Kryst grinds her tiny puffy pussy against the cleft of my upper lip. Reaching up she pulls my shades down the bridge of my nose to peer over the edge of the frames and into my eyes.

“What’s wrong? Scared to give it a taste?” Kryst challenges with a wide grin.

Carefully, open my mouth and dart out the tip of my tongue. Startled by the nectar taste that races from the point of contact like electricity, sending tingles of pleasure through my mouth and into my brain.

It's all I can do to not lick frantically at the fairy's snatch, to get at more of that syrupy, euphoric deliciousness. My tongue darts up again and she lets out another sharp giggle-grunt of pleasure. In an attempt to force my mouth open even further she wriggles her hips. Trying to pry my lips apart with her tight, tiny ass.

Without prompting my mouth responds on its own. Yet even as it does, I'm reminded of a time when I had worked to develop a particular set of skills. How at one point I’d actively tried to prepare for the situation I now find myself in. Not the exact situation, obviously. I doubt that there is any real preparation for having a bunny girl between your knees gently sucking you off while at the same time a Kung Fu fairy rides your face.

Performing tricks with my tongue had always been a show-off move of mine. In my foolish male brain, I'd secretly always hoped that the stupid, party tricks of undulating my tongue in weird and wacky ways or tying knots into cherry stems would be ‘the thing' that sealed the deal for me with a member of the opposite sex.

It had indeed gotten me some small amount of attention. Not in the date department mind you, simply a few passing comments of 'Wow! That's amazing!' or 'You're gonna make some girl really happy.' That was usually followed by a laugh and the conversation moving onto another topic.

This was different. Though I had no real opportunity to capitalize on it in a sexual way before I plan to do so now. I'd overheard complaints between chatting female co-workers concerning guys who were hopeless in the 'going down' department. That was not going to happen to me. Now was my time to shine! I will not look like a fool who didn't have a clue what they were doing to the doll-sized dynamo humping my lips.

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A rush of euphoric pleasure pours through me as I step up my game. The Gleams small snatch can't be much larger than a dime in size, but a Drow tongue must be much more flexible and sensitive than a humans, as I’m delighted to find out that not only can I easily follow and lap at every small crease, but rolling back the hood to expose her tiny clitoris to my teasing touch is just as easy. Even corkscrewing the tip of my tongue, darting it in and out to a depth I wouldn't have thought possible, isn't beyond my newfound capabilities.

Krysts response to my discover seems to be a level of jubilation even greater than my own. The fairy opens her mouth and eyes in such a state of utter shock that if captured and posted back home would instantly go viral as a popular Internet meme. I go cross-eyed for a moment as she leans forward, grapples my nose and squeezes so hard I fear she may break it.

A stream of strange-sounding expletives bursts out of Kryst's mouth. Crushing her body against my nostrils she pushes my shades crooked on my face and unwittingly cuts off my air. In desperation to breathe I open my lips further.

Taking this as her opportunity the self-satisfaction seeking Barbie bodied fairy straddles my tongue like a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull. Bucking and grinding wildly she releases my nose from her sex addled death grip and instead reaches down around my shades to grab a hold of my ears, affixing herself to me like a face-hugger from my favorite sci-fi sequel.

Meanwhile, as the sweet, near addictive taste of Kryst floods my mouth from her writhing, at my groin Cinnamon has accomplished what I would have thought nearly impossible and is now swallowing almost the entirety of my sword with every downward stroke. Not without effort mind you, as I can hear the quiet, but distinctive, sounds of gagging even over Krysts increasingly loud vocals.

Unwilling to use her hands Cinnamons palms are still resting on the top of my thighs and I feel the bunny beauty shift about in an attempt to get into a better position. It's at this point that I realize Cinnamon, may all the gods of this world bless her, is determined to let nothing stand in the way of getting to the very bottom of the rock hard dilemma placed in front of her.

Even so, she does have to pause every handful of strokes at the head of my dick. There she takes a few steadying breaths, after which she sucks almost painfully hard on the meaty head, lavishes a bit of swirling tongued attention onto the tip, then drives her mouth back down.

"Oh, you nasty gasho! That's it!" Kryst gasps and moans, "You like the taste of my flower? Huh? Yeah, you do… Lick it! Faster! Don't stop, don't you kusohin stop!"

The little hard-bodied beauty has her head thrown back and although Kryst is obviously talking to me the questions she presents come across as purely rhetorical. And just as clearly, the instructions not so much suggestions as strict orders for me to follow.

Wings buzzing she rolls her hips around. Bouncing up and down like she can't decide if she wants to force even more of my swirling tongue inside of her or to concentrate on my continued teasing of her pussy.

I take the decision away from her. Keeping my tongue tip twirling, pistoning in and out while flattening the broader width and undulating it against her clit.

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Her response is positive, to say the least. Overcome Kryst lets out a primal cry and spins around to lean over my chin in a sort of wheelbarrow, doggie style position. I manage to get my tongue back inside her quickly and she immediately begins her frantic thrusts, twerking her tight ass on the tip of my nose.

By now Kryst is all but hissing at me, all the while rewarding me with more of that sweet, sweet nectar and, even though she has switched to some other strange language, I can still happily recognize that whatever she is squealing it is chock full of more lust tinted, pleasure-filled cursing.

I lean up on my elbows so I can look through my crooked shades, past the fairy's firm ass bouncing on my mouth and to the gorgeous sight of Cinnamon leaning over. Her full soapy breasts splash against the surface of the water in the tub as she works at swallowing that last troublesome inch of cock.

It's all too much. I manage to pull my tongue out of Kryst who lets out a protesting whine. Still leaning forward she reaches back with one tiny hand in an attempt to reposition my tongue back at her snatch.

I manage to fend off the fairy long enough to gasp out a "S-Stop Stop! I need another time… out... I'm getting close…"

"Who's stopping you?" Kryst grins over her shoulder as she catches my dodging tongue and positions it for her greedy pleasure again.

"Kryst... I'm not f-fooling around..." I mumble.

"Good. Use your hands. Buck her face!" The fairy groans, impaling her self once more and blasting my brain with another dose of that sweet nectar rush.

The lust, the drug-like euphoria lancing from the tip of my tongue throughout my body from Krysts literally magical snatch meets with the indescribable pleasure of Cinnamon's equally gifted mouth. It's too much. My hands stretch forward, my impressive abdominal muscle strength balancing me as I reach out to wrap my fingers into Cinnamons' long wet hair.

Then I'm guiding her. In the back of my mind, the 'respect women' part of my brain is warning me, telling me that perhaps I'm being a bit too forceful. I can't stop! Cinnamon gurgles and moans, the gentle sucking sounds from before growing wetter and more lewd. Fueling my desire. I feel the water splashing at my legs, see her breasts swinging in that exquisitely seductive way.

At any second I expect Cinnamon to protest, to try to break free from my grip or slap at me with her hands. She does none of it. Instead, I feel her hands sliding up and down my thighs with need. Then her right-hand dives below the water, to her groin and her throat opens even wider. Then I am bottoming out with each thrust, my hips bucking in time to her lips meeting my balls. Her tongue lapping out.

"Yeah, girl! Suck that big Drow cock, Carrots! He tastes good, don't he? Look at him, the dirty bastard loves it!" Kryst yells all the while squeezing my jaw with her knees and riding my tongue like she is trying to break in a crazed wild stallion.

Cinnamon lifts her eyes and even though the manic thrusting, by all parties, I feel... something. For a heartbeat Cinnamon struggles in my grip, trying to get free. But it's too late. We are all too far past the point of no return. Her ears go stiff, full of fear her brown eyes lock with mine.

Drow sense tingling.

My heart catches in my throat, I don't see it as much as feel it in my bones. In my soul.

Her curse is triggering...