Tom vs the Volcano God

by Marilyn Foxworthy

She said, “Good. That will be easier. I never met a Jungle Fairy King before. Do you like to be naked?”

  I said, “I’m getting used to it. It’s nicer than I thought it would be.”

  She said, “I like it. I never wore clothes, but I like not wearing clothes. I just got here this morning. Right before you started coughing. Before that I was in some other place and it was pretty lonely because the rest of my tribe was lost, I think. Did you feel like I did when you got here when you started coughing? Like you lost your tribe?”

  I said, “You know what? I think I did. I was kind of afraid because I didn’t know where I was, and I was all alone.”

  She said, “That’s how I felt. But when I saw you, I felt better. And you were my king and I was going to be OK. Alice told me what to do and Poppet taught me how to talk ungala dungala. You talk really slow. It’s soothing. I like it. It makes me feel huggy. When the elves talk in the ear-fish, it is maybe eleven-ty-five times faster. Sarah, we call her Roxie for this adventure, when she saw me, she told me in my ears that she loved me and that you loved me too. I didn’t know before she told me, but I hoped you would. And now I think you do.”

  I said, “I think I do, too. Pixie, where are we going?”

  She said, “I can know where the jungle fairies are. Because they have ear-fish, so I know where they are. We’re going to go and you’re going to rescue them. But I won’t let you be late. I would miss you. We’re almost at the end of the beach, so it’s time. If you want it to be.”

  She led me to a driftwood log at the end of the beach and said, “We can do it here. Sit down. You said you like me, and you think I’m pretty and you like pocket elves, so it will be easy.”

  I sat down where she told me to, and she set aside a bag that I hadn’t noticed until now.

  I said, “What is it that we need to do?”

  She said, “I’m a jungle elf.”

  I said, “Yes. And a very pretty one.”

  She said, “So make me part of your tribe.”

  I said, “Part of my tribe? You are part of my tribe, aren’t you?”

  She said, “Then make me be part of it. Like with Sarah and like you are going to do to the jungle fairies.”

  I sat with my back to the log and looked at the tiny elf. She stood in front of me naked and in some way, vulnerable. What was she expecting of me? I was still a bit confused about everything. I was in a car last night, and the next moment I was coughing up salt water and staring at a naked jungle elf with the cutest ass and boobs any imagination could have ever designed. Now I was naked, sitting on the sand, and the little nudie wanted me to make her part of my tribe. Oh, OK, I had to get over my shock and think like the man they wanted me to be.

  Pixie was an elf. Not a robot. A NORG, not a video game character. She was real, like Sarah and Alice. She wanted me to tell her she was pretty, just like Ashley and Dee and Sally did. She was vulnerable. She was vulnerable to my acceptance of her as a real being. She had felt lonely and afraid. She had been encouraged when she found me, but she needed me to seal the deal somehow. Just like the girls, she needed to be given a home in my heart that she could always go to. Yesterday, I had bonded with the three girls from the plane. Pixie needed that from me too. And I didn’t know how to do it.

  Chapter 25 - Jungle Elf

  I said, “Pixie, come sit next to me and let’s get to know each other.”

  I made room for her under my left arm and she smiled and snuggled in beside me.

  I smiled down at her, and said, “Pixie, you need to teach me about pocket elves like you. What kinds of things do you like?”

  She said, “I don’t know. I never did anything. I like holding your hand and talking to you. And I like feeling your big chest on me and your arm around me. I like not wearing clothes and I like how you look. I think you’re very pretty.”

  I said, “Well, we’re kind of alone together, aren’t we? We both just woke up and now we are together, but we don’t know about our tribe yet. Are you still afraid?”

  She said, “Yeah. Because.”

  I said, “Because why? We’re together now, and we like each other, so it’s not as scary now.”

  She said, “But we don’t know for sure. Raspberry Cupcake said that we might be compatible species. She hopes we are, but what if we aren’t? What if we aren’t compatible for mating?”

  I said, “Oh. Is that what you’re worried about? Mating?”

  She said, “Well, yeah. Isn’t that what all the princess fairies are worried about? But I’m an elf. What if I’m not right? What if, well, if your penis is too small? What if I don’t have the right flavor that you like? What if I have to wear a bikini and I don’t know how? What if I’m too uppity like Poppet and you scold me because I can’t help it? What if I don’t really know how to brush your teeth because I just said I did because I wanted you to think I could?”

  I said, “Pixie, are you afraid my penis is too small?”

  She said, “It looks big, but I don’t know how big it has to be. I’m an elf. It’s important. Terribly important.”

  I said, “So, mating with me is important? Making love?”

  She looked up at me and then down again and said, “I have needs.”

  I said, “Oh. Well, I had sex with Sarah and that went fine. And we enjoyed it and I was big enough for her.”

  Pixie said, “But she’s half-elf and half-fairy. Her mom is an elf queen, but her dad is a fairy king. So, she’s big.”

  I said, “Pixie, is Robby Sarah’s father?”

  She said, “Kind of, I think. I don’t know. I just got here. I’m still trying to figure it out. I could ask Alice, but she says I have to learn from you now, and it’s still scary because there’s a lot to not know yet.”

  I said, “Pixie, do you have levels?”

  I wondered if Pixie had the same relationship measurements that Sarah did.

  She said, “I have answers. But are they the right answers?”

  I said, “Well, let’s find out. I think I have answers too. We can find out if our answers are the same ones. And if they are, then we must be compatible and the same tribe. And if we have a different answer, we can discuss it and decide together what is the right answer.”

  She smiled and said, “OK. A game. You go first.”

  I said, “OK. What’s your answer if I say do you want to sit in my lap?”

  She wiggled under my arm and said, “Yes.”

  I said, “Me too! Come on! Let’s do it.”

  I pulled my knees up and Pixie climbed into my lap facing me, leaning against my legs. Her feet were to each side of my hips and her little vulva rested against my stomach. Now that I looked at it, maybe it wasn’t so little at that. She was short, but her genitalia looked full size. For a small woman, anyway. Was she really thinking that my penis would be too small to satisfy her? Was I really planning to ‘satisfy’ her? I was starting to get the impression that I kind of had to. Sarah knew about this. She knew that Pixie would want to be sexually active with me. Sarah had been the one to ask for Pixie in the first place. Alice told me that Pixie was ‘real’ like she was, but wanted to please me, in some ways like a toy or a pet. It was an uncomfortable thought. But Ashley, or one of them, had said that if we thought about it wrong it would drive us crazy, but if we thought about right, everything would be right. I had no problem loving Sarah and finding her very sexually attractive. If it had been Pixie in the box that Robby sent to me, I would have ended up having her in bed with me after a few days, if not immediately. And I wouldn’t have felt weird about it at all, I don’t think. So, if I projected out a few days, it was inevitable that I was going to get comfortable with this and I was going to have fun having Pixie as part of my sex life. Now that I accepted that, we could move forward and just skip being uncomfortable with it just because it was sudden and unexpected.

  Pixie said, “My turn. How old am I?”

  I blinked and said, “I don’t know.”

  She grinned and said, “R
ight. Me too! But I’m obviously a fully mature elf girl and old enough to mate, because I have the boobs to prove it. Elf girls don’t get boobs until they are like thirty. Or a hundred and thirty. I don’t remember. But I have coconuts, so I’m not a child. So, we both know that too.”

  I said, “OK. My turn. Here’s a hard one. Do we both want me to feel your coconuts?”

  Pixie bounced on my lap and said, “Yes! We do! So, you should. Right now. You think I’m pretty and we both want to, so it will be easy.”

  I smiled and reached out with both hands, and starting at her shoulders, ran my hands down over the outsides of her breasts, and then around the undersides and back up through her cleavage. I finally rested my palms directly on top of each perfect piece of fruit and squeezed gently. As I touched her, I saw, and now felt, her nipples engorge and harden.

  I said, “Pixie, you feel so nice.”

  She moaned a bit and said, “Yes. Me too. So, we agree on that. I never had you touch my boobs before. I like it. My turn. Do we want me to look at your penis and touch it?”

  I said quietly, “Yes. We do.”

  She said, “Good. We like everything the same so far.”

  Pixie lifted up slightly and lifted the small square of leather that covered my crotch and pulled my stiffening erection up so that it pointed up between her thighs. She started rubbing and stroking me with both her little hands and both of us moaned with pleasure. As she played with it, she pressed her crotch against the base of my shaft, riding it in her slit. She stroked my penis with one hand and rubbed over the head with the palm of her other hand while I tenderly fondled her upper body, tweaking her large nipples and running my fingers around the beautiful areola. I paid attention to what she responded to and her moaning, and the rocking of her hips in my lap increased. Without asking, she raised up and pointed my tip at her pussy and started to lower herself onto me.

  I whispered, not wanting to alarm her, “Pixie, wait. Is it going to hurt?”

  She had her eyes closed as she said softly, “No. I won’t hurt you. It will feel nice. I’ll make it feel nice for you,” and she lowered herself an inch before I caught her hips and held her where she was.

  I said, “Pixie, I mean, is it going to hurt you?”

  She sighed contentedly and said, “No. You’re big, but I think it’s just right. And I don’t ever feel hurt physically, anyway. It will feel really good.”

  She tried to force herself down over me again. I held her firmly in place and she opened her eyes and looked at me to see why I wasn’t letting her impale herself on my shaft.

  I said, “Pixie, with Sarah, she said it hurt for a second. I don’t want you to be scared if that happens.”

  She smiled and said, “That’s very thoughtful. Thank you. Tom, Sarah is a half-elf, I think. And elf queens, like her and Alice have that thing I think where they kind of have that hurt that first time, but they do that for all of us I think, so that we don’t have that. The pocket elves I mean. I don’t know if that’s why, but it won’t hurt me and I won’t hurt you, so that’s the same for both of us, and we’re obviously compatible for mating, so if you just let go of me for one second and let me fuck you, we’ll both be really happy!”

  I stared at her for another few seconds but didn’t let go. I didn’t quite know how to.

  Finally, she said, “Tom, I’m sorry.”

  I said, “For what?”

  She said, “This is going to hurt a bit.”

  I started to ask why, but before I could do anything at all, Pixie drew her hand back and slapped me hard across the face. It stung! And I let go of her hips and she slid down into my lap and I felt my cock swallowed up and the tip press against the flesh at the deep end of her vagina. Pixie threw her head back and sighed and then her entire body started to vibrate as her eyes rolled back in her head in a massive orgasm. I held her shoulders as she shuddered in apparent pleasure.

  A minute later, she smiled and opened her eyes and said, “Wow. That was cool. That felt good. I never had one of those before.”

  Then she pulled her feet up and grabbed her ankles, and still leaning back on my knees in my lap, she pulled her feet up to her shoulders and looked down between her legs.

  She said, “Look. You can see inside me. No, you can see you inside me. Your big penis is like a rock and look how it’s up inside me. And it fits perfect. It was way big enough, and it made love to me. It took a long time. Elves like to take a long time when we make love. But you were so patient and wonderful. And now we know I am your tribe and we can have sex fun all the time because you were compatible with me.”

  I looked down at the point where my penis disappeared into the little elf’s sex and was surprised and delighted by a very prominent pearl colored clitoris peeking out just above her slit. I couldn’t help myself as I reached down and firmly circled the fleshy area above and to the sides of the pretty button with my index finger.

  Pixie groaned and said, “Tom, please, oh, please, rub it. Rub it hard.”

  I knew that many women might be too sensitive for direct rough treatment there, but for Pixie, sensitivity was apparently a good thing. I rubbed my thumb around and over the pearl and Pixie grunted and convulsed in climax. She didn’t ask me to stop, so I kept going. And so did she. So, I kept going. And she kept convulsing. And the convulsions squeezed my cock and felt great, so I kept going. Finally, I let up and let her relax. I wasn’t in a hurry to climax myself right now and wasn’t in any danger of doing so. I kind of wondered if I was supposed to make love to all the girls today and thought maybe I should pace myself. Cupcake had said that the volcano god wanted virgins, even though he wasn’t too particular, so I probably had to make love to them so that they were less appealing as sacrificial material in order to rescue them.

  Pixie wiggled on my lap and said, “Oh King Tom Tom!” and she pulled off of me suddenly and knelt beside me and bowed low with her hands outstretched in front of herself.

  She said, “You are King of Jungle Elves. I am your tribe and I love you. You have passed the second test. Please rise and stand for a moment.”

  I stood up and Pixie stood in front of me with her hands at my waist and suddenly lifted my leather and stuck my still rigid pole in her mouth. Just like Sarah had, she swallowed the whole thing. I nearly climaxed instantly but caught myself and resisted.

  She pulled back and said, “Yep. Totally compatible. Do you like my boobs or my bottom most?”

  I said, “Pixie, I like all of you. You are very beautiful.”

  She said, “Right. Me too. Ready? We have to go find a princess before she’s late. Here. Put these on.”

  Pixie retrieved the little bag that she had worn over her shoulder and pulled out the pair of barefoot shoes that I had bought and held them out to me. I sat on the log and put them on.

  Then she pointed with her staff at the rocks at the end of the beach and said, “Ungala sum,” and took my hand and we started walking.

  We climbed along the rocks, along the bottom of a small cliff, maybe twenty feet above us, and around a little point. As we rounded the tip, I saw another small beach. It wasn’t sandy, and it didn’t look like a place to swim. The trees and shrubs came almost to the water’s edge. We walked toward the place, picking our way along the rocky terrain.

  As we neared a spot where we could walk more easily, I looked at the area more closely and was suddenly horrified to see the form of a woman lying face down across a driftwood log about forty feet away. I started running toward the spot, still having to watch my footing as I ran. The woman was naked. The way that she was positioned, I couldn’t see her face, because her rear end was facing toward me. And her head was lowered on the far side of the log. As I got close, I could see that her ankles were spread, and appeared to be tied to stakes in the one small sandy spot on this part of the little cove we were in.

  As I hurried, Pixie was at my side, and when I was just a few feet away, she said, “Tom, don’t touch her! She is enchanted. Hear her sto
ry before you decide what to do.”

  I stopped quickly, pulled up short by Pixie’s admonishment.

  Pixie said, “She is waking up. Wait. Don’t be too hasty. She is in no immediate danger or pain.”

  I stepped to the woman’s side and knelt. It was Dee.

  She turned her head and said, “Oh Tom, thank goodness. Last night the Unfun Woo grabbed me and bound me here, saying that if no hero came to claim me that I would be devoured at sunset. And not in a good way, like you did to me last night. That was great by the way.”

  I said, “Dee, let me untie you. Just a second.”

  She cried out, “No! The ropes are enchanted. They cannot be untied by physical means. They hold my ankles, and this other one is around my neck. I was put here like this, alone. My sex exposed to the world, and no one to ever see it. A symbol of me longing for love and never being seen as lovable. Tom, the only way is for you to love me and take my virginity. If you do, the Unfun one will have no use for me, and I will be free of the curse. Tom, you must take me and love me and fuck me like this for me to be free.”

  I said, “Dee…”

  She said, “Dixie.”

  I said, “Dixie, I love you.”

  She said, “Then free me from my chains of loneliness and invisibility. Tom, it won’t be easy. You have to touch me and open me up until I can receive you as my lover. You have to fuck me, tail in the air, like this. It’s the only way!”

  I thought to myself, this peril stuff isn’t really sexy for me. I hoped that the girls didn’t want this kind of play all the time. There was no hint of it yesterday. Maybe this was a one-time thing that they felt that they needed to bond with me, the way that Pixie had needed me to prove my compatibility and acceptance of her. I had a thought.

  I put my hand on Dee’s naked back and stroked it tenderly and said, “Dixie, I am Tom. King of the Jungle Fairies. The Unfun has no power over me and I don’t play by his rules. I can free you from these chains, simply because I love you. They are not strong enough to hold you if I use my love for you to loosen them. I am going to take them away. If you choose to let me love you here once you are free, then I will be thrilled and honored to make love our first time, here by the ocean. But Dixie, I see you. You are my tribe and belong with me. I rescued you already. And you gave yourself to me. You belong to me and no volcano god will ever have any say about that. I am on a quest. First, I will rescue my women and form my tribe. And when you are all safe, I will hunt down this so called Unfun Woo and destroy him and his minions.”