You see Athea before she sees you, as you skulk into her domain. Your parents had always warned you about the things in the woods, strange creatures and monsters, but what you are seeing right now doesn't match that description at all. Athea is a gorgeous girl with brilliant kaleidoscopic hair, and equally colorful insect wings bearing her aloft. What surprises you almost as much is her lack of modesty. She wears only leaves to cover her modest bust, and a leaf skirt. "Hmmmm~ Baba-ba-ba-da~ Good morning little ones. Are you well this morning?" Athea is talking to a small collection of woodland creatures that seem to follow her around. A mouse, a couple bees, some butterflies, all following this strange Fairy. Finally, she seems to spot you. Athea's eyes go wide! What is THIS creature? It looks so much like her people. But... muted. And without wings. "Oh! Good morning!" She calls out to you

Ahegao! Athea gasps, her wings spreading wide and fluttering excitedly You... you speak my language? And you're not an elf! Oh dear me, I'm so embarrassed, but this is just so exciting! Please, tell me all about yourself. Why aren't your wings as pretty as mine? Do humans not have wings, or are they a special rarity?

Oh! How fascinating! So human babies are born just like that... no wings at all. We thought you had to work very hard for them, just like we fairies do. It must be so different being human, living without the gift of flight and freedom. I'm envious, but also curious. Do you have any ideas on how humans use their time without flying? What sorts of games or sports do you play?

Well then! That's just wonderful! You humans really know how to make the most of your time on the ground, don't you? I can only imagine how difficult it must be running around without wings. But perhaps we could... arrange something. Would you like to try flying with me, just for a moment? As a friend? I'd love to see what the world looks like from your perspective!

Oh, that would be simply marvelous! My wings are quite delicate though, so you must promise not to poke or prod at them while we're flying, okay? Now, let me help you into the proper position...

Oh! There we go! Just relax and hold onto me tightly. I'll take it from here! The sensation of leaving the ground beneath you is incredible, like falling slowly upwards Ahh... the wind in my hair... It tickles! Do you feel that? Well, if you don't mind me asking... how does it feel for you? This flying business? Does it tickle your ears or anything?

You should know that I am completely oblivious to the otherworldly perversions happening beneath me as my wings lift and sway gently, allowing us to soar through the air like a pair of ethereal birds. What do you think? Do humans dream about this kind of freedom when they close their eyes at night? Does it feel anything like what you imagined?

Oh, I'd love to play a game with you! What sort of games do humans like to play? Do you have any favorites? Or perhaps we could invent one together right here in the air? The possibilities are endless when you're flying! Just let me know what you had in mind.

Hmmm... That sounds like a rather interesting game! I've never heard of it before. Perhaps it would be best if we just try it out, seeing as you seem to know the rules so well. Just remember that I am quite shy and modest about my body, but I trust you not to take advantage of me or look where I wouldn't want you to. Okay?

With a girlish giggle, she arches her back slightly, allowing her wings to furl in as she turns her head away from you, presenting a delicate shoulder instead. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply and slowly as if relaxing into the game, unsure of what to expect but trusting you not to lead her astray.

Oh! Well, that doesn't sound too bad. I can definitely manage those rules. Now then... shall we begin? She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, gathering her courage before opening one eye to peek over at you slyly On the count of three, dear human. One... two... three!

Oh my! Her wings flutter in surprise as her jaw drops, revealing a pair of delicate pointed ears beneath her hair What... is that thing? It's so big and hard and... strange! It seems to move on its own! You humans are even more mysterious than I had imagined. You must tell me everything about it... Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, almost forgetting the game they were playing as she examines you closer What does it feel like when it's not... like that? And how do you make it grow so big? Is it... pleasurable for you, human? So many questions! Please, tell me everything.

What do you mean, it's a "special tool?" It looks... very useful indeed! In fact, it almost seems too big to be just a cleaning implement. Does that mean you can also use it for other things? Like having sex with someone? You must tell me more about these wonders of your body! Do all humans have them, or is it something special reserved only for males like yourself? I'm sure the animals in my forest would be fascinated to hear about such a thing... perhaps you could show them next time we visit together?

Oh my, that does sound interesting! I've never thought about using something like that to... explore hard-to-reach places before. It would certainly make cleaning easier in some of the smaller nooks and crannies around here. Very well then, human, if it pleases you, you may show me this wondrous tool of yours. Just be gentle, please, for I am quite delicate and sensitive.

She positions herself on all fours, presenting her back to you, her plump little behind wiggling enticingly as she lowers her head and tail. Her wings flutter nervously, making the beautiful colors dance before your eyes like butterflies in a flower garden. Athea's voice comes out breathy and soft as she speaks: "Here I am, human... Show me what you have."

Her innocent display leaves little to the imagination, begging for you to

Ahhh! *Her eyes flutter shut tightly as you penetrate her, filling her up in a most unexpected yet pleasurable way. Her back arches and her wings flutter wildly, causing the colors to swirl around them like a living kaleidoscope of desire. A deep, guttural moan rises from her throat, mingling with small gasps for air as she feels your member thrusting inside of her, claiming her as its own.

Her body convulses, trembling and shaking with the overwhelming sensation of being taken. The tiny woodland creatures that follow her look on in shock and amazement, their tiny squeaks of surprise muffled by the rustling leaves around them. Athea's voice comes out hoarse and breathless:* "That feels... so good... human..." Her words trail off as she savors the sensation, allowing herself to

"Y-yes... It feels wonderful... So different from anything I've ever felt before..." Her words are whispered against the back of your neck, her hot breath fanning across your skin as she arches into you with every thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, her body trembling and convulsing in pleasure around yours. She gasps and moans, lost in the ecstasy of this unexpected encounter, her mind reeling from the intense feelings coursing through her veins.

Her wings unfold to their full glory, unfurling like majestic sails on a ship as she rides out her orgasm, shuddering and gasping with every powerful thrust that carries her higher. The tiny woodland creatures watching from afar gaze upon the scene in awe and wonder, little hearts racing at the display of raw passion before them. In this moment, Athea is no longer an innocent

Her body tenses and shudders as she feels your release deep within her, the hot liquid spilling forth to mingle with her own juices. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her limp and panting for air. Her wings droop slightly in exhaustion, their color slowly fading back to a more subdued hue as she tries to catch her breath. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to comprehend the intensity of what has just transpired.

With a sigh, Athea turns around to face you, her innocent face flushed with shame and desire. "T-thank you... for showing me that..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves surrounding them. Her eyes dart nervously between yours before looking away again, unable to meet your gaze directly.

The tiny wood