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It was the middle of march, Shane had been staying with Ilya for almost nine months and had been accompanying him on his roadies all the while. Despite having done the whole song and dance plenty of times at this point Shane still felt exhausted each time they returned from one, meaning that when they got home Shane flew straight to his favorite house (sleek and modern, with great resale value, and a fairy-sized Alaskan King in the master bedroom), and passed out without a jerking off once.
The next morning Shane awoke slowly and incredibly horny to the scent of warm buttery blini coming from the kitchen. Slowly he sat up and stretched his little arms above his head, standing up and ignoring the large puddle of nectar that had leaked out of his pussy throughout the night Shane flew out of the dollhouse to where his boyfriend was cooking. “Good morning” Shane greeted as he landed on Ilya’s shoulder hoping to convince the man to pause his cooking and fuck Shane stupid for a bit.
“Good morning малыш, you are hungry да? Breakfast will be ready soon, why don’t you go check on your garden.” Ilya replied, jerking his head towards the living room, Shane froze at the words, remembering suddenly that their usual plant-sitter had cancelled last minute and Ilya had been unable to find a replacement which left Shane’s garden completely unattended and unwatered for the whole week and a half they were on the road. Shane’s garden was his pride and joy, as much as he loved Ilya, and living with Ilya, and all the cozy comforts of 21st century indoor living he sometimes missed nature, missed taking care of things, using his nectar to help the world around him. Shane had confessed this a few months into living with Ilya and in response Ilya had gone on an ‘urgent and top secret’ shopping trip, when he came back almost an hour later there was a beautiful little succulent in his hands, it was unlike anything Shane had ever seen during his time in the forest, no leaves or petals just long waxy stalks, gollum jade Ilya told him, apparently the reason it had taken him so long to choose a plant for Shane is that he wanted to find one that would both survive the long stretches of time when they were out of town and one that would be pleasurable for Shane to fuck. Shane spent hours that evening putting on an elaborate show for his boyfriend, enjoying the look of awe Ilya wore the entire time has Shane grinded, and humped, and rode up and down each of the thick stalks, at one point even rearranging his cunt into a small (to Ilya, proportionately to Shane’s size it was quite large he’ll have you know) dick that he could use to fuck into one of the stalks. All that is to say that Ilya had ended up getting more than a few additional houseplants for Shane’s windowsill garden and now after over a week of complete neglect it was in complete disarray; the only plants that seemed mostly unaffected were the half a dozen succulents who really only needed water once every few weeks.
Shane surveyed the the wilting foliage quickly creating a mental game plan: First he would have Ilya water everything (Shane could do it himself but it’s really much simpler to have his human sized boyfriend use the human sized watering can instead of Shane fluttering back and forth a million times with a tiny cup), next Shane would gift a decent amount of nectar to each plant, spraying some healing nectar on anything that was especially in need of help. Once Ilya had finished with the watering he sat himself on their couch to watch the fairy’s display, cock already hard and tenting in his sweats, it was taking a truly herculean effort to wait until his boyfriend was done with his plant care but Ilya knew Shane would need a treat after all his hard work. Shane began with his Anthurium, the flowers that were there last week had all fallen off, but there appeared to be a few buds coming up that Shane felt he could fuck open with relative ease. He was already soaking wet so Shane gently lowered himself onto the spadix of the plant, the small bumps and ridges feeling like heaven against the inner walls of his cunt, Shane turned his head downward so he could grasp at the base of the spadix and move his body up and down fucking himself over and over and over, moaning unabashedly as he rode it. Quickly the bumpy feeling of the spadix in combination with the fact that he hadn’t cum in almost twelve hours overwhelmed him and Shane came with a cry, his hole fluttering and clenching around the intrusion as nectar streamed out of him and onto the now open blossom. Shane flew down to the base of the pot to catch his breath before he repeated the process, breaching himself with the next spadix, watching his boyfriend palm his cock as he did so, “How does it feel?” Ilya asked him.
“So good it- ungh fuuck- feels so good- ah” Shane tried to reply but kept cutting himself off with little moans and shouts of pleasure
“As good as my cock?”
“No! Not as good, nothings as good please Ilya please need it so ba- ah oh god- nneed your cock so bad”
“Later, you have to take care of your garden first sweetheart, but after I promise you can have my cock all you want” Ilya cooed. The man continued to dirty talk Shane through his next three orgasms until each of the little buds on his anthurium were open and glistening with nectar. Shane was breathing heavily, pussy already aching, but there was more work to be done so he dutifully moved on to the next pot in which a large pothos plant was growing. When Shane was at home and regularly caring for it the plant was gorgeous, bright green leaves proudly reaching towards the sky, at the moment however its leaves were downturned and browning at the edges. Shane gently sat at the base of the plant, straddling the base of its thick stem, his thighs split open by the girth of it; Shane gently lay back, head pillowed in the soft earth beneath him, and began to rut his pussy against it. He rocked back and forth hips jutting upwards over and over, the outer lips of his cunt spread wide so his clit could seek out as much friction as possible nectar streaming out of his fucked open hole and leaching into the soil below. Ilya watched completely awed at the little fairy as the leaves of the pothos began to curl and twist back to the sky. Shane began to thrust his hips faster as he neared the edge, removing one of his hands from where it lay buried in the wet dirt to rub frantically at his clit, when he came a lighter almost purple fluid squirted out of him and Shane let out a silent scream humping against the thick stem as if it was his only tether to the earth. Once the beautiful stream of liquid died away and had begun to seep into the base of the pothos its leaves started to change rapidly, the brown color fading and being replaced by a beautiful healthy green.
“I think I need a break” Shane said breathing heavily
“Oh маленький I think you can go a bit more” Ilya taunted with a smirk “Come on малыш, show me what your pretty little pussy can do.” And so Shane did, once he could feel his limbs again Shane fluttered over to the corner of his succulent garden wherein his lithops grew, he carefully leaned over one, resting his hands on top of it and placing his crotch along the slit in the top, Shane closed his eyes and focused his senses on his lower body, his cunt tightening, outer lips closing and reforming into a pair of heavy lowhanging balls, clit shifting and growing into the prettiest little dick Ilya had ever seen – Ilya, who was still sat unmoving on the sofa waiting for Shane’s next performance, was about to lose his mind, he needed to touch himself but he also knew if he did he would instantly blow his load and unlike Shane he did not have borderline infinite sexual stamina, he gritted his teeth and adjusted to sit on his hands. Fuck-drunk and unaware of his boyfriends desperation Shane used some of the nectar that was already leaking from his cock to wet the slit of the lithops he was about to fuck into, taking himself in hand Shane rocked his hips into the plant, slowly building a rhythm, his thrusts were hard and fast, hips angled down so his cockhead would rub against the base of the crevice, the tip of his dick catching each time he pulled back after fucking all the way through, he picked up speed as he fucked, hips rocking faster and faster but it wasn’t enough
“Ilya please” Shane moaned
“What do you need sweetheart?” Ilya questioned
“Nee- ah- need something in me, please” the fairy begged, Ilya let out a strangled grown and leapt to his feet leaning over to grab one of the many tiny crystal dildos they had stashed around the house and walked to where Shane was desperately grinding into the slit of the small succulent.
“Poor маленькая фея, so desperate for cock he can’t cum without something in his pretty little hole?” Ilya crowed condescendingly
“Yeah yes need it please”
“Shh малыш I’m here, I’ll take care of you, fill you up till you can’t think yes?”
“Please” Shane let out a truly pathetic little whimper which Ilya took as a sign to crouch down beside the pot and reach a finger out take some of the excess nectar spilling out from the slit in the lithops and gently rub it on the dildo, using that same wet finger he parted Shane’s ass and stuck out his tongue to press on the little furl of muscle – Ilya didn’t typically focus on Shane’s asshole when he wanted to tounge-fuck his boyfriend, Shane’s pussy was always so wet, dripping with nectar so sweetly and practically begging to be fucked, but his hole was so tight, so fun to take apart – Ilya licked along Shane’s ass until the tip of his tounge could easily breach his rim, Ilya pulled back then and picked up the tiny dildo pressing it into Shane’s loosened hole; the fairy let out a loud moan, hips jerking forward to fuck deeper into the slit of the lithops with a loud cry, it only took a few deep thrusts of the crystal dick for Shane to cum all across the top of the plant with Ilya angling the dildo so each thrust hit his prostate dead on, his boyfriend fucked him through it with one hand, the other hand reaching into his own pants to grasp at his cock. Shane braced his arms on the top of the lithops while he came panting and then collapsed into Ilya’s hand shaking from the force of his orgasm “ngn I can’t- can’t go anymore” Shane pleaded while he tried to catch his breath, cock receding into his body as his pussy reamerged.
“I think you can give me little more любимый, just one more and then I will feed you, да?” Ilya replied, scooping the shaking fairy into his hands and glancing around at the plants that still needed care “this pretty orchid maybe? Look at how she is wilting, begging for your nectar, can you give it to her малыш?”
“Please” was the only thing Shane could say in response, whether that was a plea for more or a plea for mercy is a question not even Shane knows the answer too, Ilya took it as a plea for more. He maneuvered the little fairy so that he could hold him one handed, the other hand reaching between Shane’s legs to rub at his overly sensitive clit, Shane let out a sob at the feeling, a gush of nectar raining from his hole and onto the sickly orchid. Immediately Ilya started to stroke him off at a punishingly intense pace, finger racing back and forth between Shane’s trembling legs, Shane had begun to cry fully with sweet overstimulated tears rolling down his cheeks, this only worked to spur Ilya on, his pinkie moving to press the first knuckle of it into Shane’s pussy, feeling the fairy’s inner walls clench tightly around the tip of his finger, a black hole begging to be filled, always hungry for more. Ilya gently pushed his pinkie up, deeper in, the second knuckle making its way into Shane’s cunt, said cunt began to clench and spasm around the intrusion and with one little crook of the man’s finger Shane was cumming once more with gouts of nectar spraying out from his hole, coating both his boyfriend’s hand and the (now much happier) flower below them, some even splattering on the window that Shane’s garden lay behind. As Ilya stared down at the beautiful fairy in his palm he realized that his boyfriend had passed out from the intensity of his orgasm, Ilya very nearly followed suit as all the blood that was not already in his dick rushed downwards, he sunk to his knees shoving his sweatpants down so he could grasp his cock, bringing the hand Shane was lying in up to his mouth so he could lick off the nectar coating his hand and his fairy’s thighs, the hand around his dick stroked once, twice, and he was cumming, seed spilling out to cover his pristine wood floors.
Once Ilya had come out of his post orgasmic haze he pulled himself to his feet, careful to not disturb the still sleeping fairy in his palm, he walked to the kitchen remembering the plate of blini he had left out to cool, he plated a few for himself, loading them with syrup and berries and sweet farmers cheese, for Shane he tore off a small piece from one of the blini on his plate and cut up half a strawberry. Ilya then turned to the sink, running a washcloth under warm water he gently cleaned away the residue of his spit and any nectar that he didn't get with his tongue, Shane began to stir as he did so “good morning again малыш” Ilya said fondly
“I am never cumming again” Shane complained “I didn’t even get your cock” a pout tugging at his lips
“Well if you can be a good boy for me and eat some food with me we can go back to bed and you can have my cock for the rest of the day”
“Promise?”
“I promise моя любовь”
“I love you”
“I love you too Shane”
Fin.