Hey everyone! This is my first time posting here, but I had this idea in my head and figured I'd share it. Specific scenes are inspired by ShrinkMaster so some will be similar. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
The Hunter and the Fairy
The sun had long since dipped below the trees, casting jagged shadows across the forest floor. The air shimmered with the hum of insects, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. Nestled within this tranquil glade, Lirael, a tiny fairy, twirled weightlessly, lost in the quiet pleasure of her dance.
She was delicate, no larger than a man’s hand, her iridescent wings flashing with every movement. Moonlight kissed her sheer dress, the fabric clinging to soft curves—her pert breasts pressing against the gossamer, slim waist flaring into the plush swell of her hips. Each flicker of her wings sent the hem fluttering, teasing glimpses of creamy thighs and the lace beneath. When she spun too fast, the fabric lifted high, flashing the roundness of her ass before settling back in place.
She was alone. Or so she thought.
Unbeknownst to her, Kael, a broad-shouldered hunter with a scruffy beard and sharp, hungry eyes, had been tracking for hours. His muscles ached, patience worn thin, frustration grinding at his nerves. He exhaled slow, heavy, settling beside the quiet glade, ready to rest. Then—he saw her.
She floated effortlessly, oblivious to the danger watching from the shadows. Her wings stirred the night air with a soft, rhythmic flutter, the sound almost hypnotic. She twisted and spun, every movement innocent yet unbearably tempting. The soft bounce of her breasts, the way her thighs pressed together mid-turn, the gentle sway of her hips—it was maddening.
His cock throbbed, thickening against his pants. He hadn’t been hunting for this, but now that he’d seen her, he wasn’t leaving without her.
Still, he didn’t move. Just breathed. Waited. Let her come to him.
A shiver crawled up Lirael’s spine, a whisper of unease. She stilled midair, delicate brows knitting together. The forest had been peaceful moments ago, yet now the silence pressed in, thick and unnatural. Her gaze flicked about, searching, but she saw nothing. Just the hush of the trees, the glimmer of moonlight on moss.
Then—movement.
She barely had time to gasp before rough fingers snapped around her.
A shriek burst from Lirael's lips, sharp and panicked, as the world lurched violently. Warm, calloused skin pressed against her from all sides, unyielding and suffocating. She kicked, twisted, her wings a frantic blur, but Kael's grip only tightened, squeezing the breath from her tiny lungs.
Her soft tits mashed against his palm with every wriggle, her thighs clamping together as she fought in vain. She could feel the sheer size of him, the power in his fingers, overwhelming her completely.
No. No, no, no.
Her little hands shoved at Kael's fingers, but they didn’t budge. She squirmed, her frantic breaths making her chest rise and fall against his grip. Wide, desperate eyes lifted to his face.
Kael’s dark eyes drank her in, flickering with something deep and knowing. A smirk curled his lips.
“Gotcha.”
A tremor shot through Lirael’s limbs at the rough, low voice. She thrashed harder, wings straining, but his fingers only flexed, securing her with ease.
Before she could scream again, Kael shoved her against his chest, trapping her within the thick fabric of his coat. The heat of his body swallowed her, the steady thump of his heart pounding against her. She fought, pressing her little hands and legs against him, but he didn’t so much as flinch.
He was taking her.
The thought sent a fresh wave of panic through her, but there was nothing she could do. Her struggles barely seemed to register as Kael strode from the glade, his heavy boots crunching against the forest floor.
The wooden door groaned as the hunter shoved it open, dim lantern light casting jagged shadows across the rough interior. The scent of woodsmoke and leather thickened the air. He stepped inside and shut the door with a heavy thud, sealing them away from the world.
Only then did he finally pull the fairy from his coat.
Cool air rushed over Lirael's flushed skin, making her shudder. She dangled from his grip, legs kicking, tits bouncing with every panicked breath. Her wings trembled, their glow flickering weakly in the dim light. His rough fingers pressed into her curves, holding her firmly, possessively.
Her sheer dress had twisted from the fight, barely covering her. One soft breast threatened to spill free, her thighs squeezed tight as she twisted, her ass settling in the cradle of his palm when he adjusted his grip. His smirk deepened, his thumb brushing over the curve of her hip before letting her dangle again.
Her breath hitched as realization settled deep in her bones—he wasn’t letting her go.
Kael's dark gaze roamed over her, slow and indulgent. She stared up at him, chest heaving, lips parted, fear twisting deep in her gut. His grip was firm, possessive, his rough fingers pressing into her soft skin as if memorizing every inch.
Then, he moved.
A sharp, intrusive grip on her breast sent a jolt of panic through her tiny body. She gasped, wings fluttering in frantic bursts, but before she could react, his fingers hooked into the delicate fabric of her dress. With a rough yank, he tore it down, the sheer material slipping from her shoulders, leaving her bare.
Cool air kissed her exposed tits, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his touch.
A strangled cry escaped her lips as his calloused fingers closed around one, squeezing possessively. His grip was greedy, rough, kneading the plush flesh in his palm. She writhed, her wings fluttering in panicked bursts, but there was nowhere to go. His thumb dragged over her stiffening nipple, rubbing slow, deliberate circles before giving it a sharp pinch that made her jolt.
"Fuckin’ tiny," he muttered, voice thick with something dark and hungry. "Soft as hell."
She whimpered, twisting, but it only made him tighten his hold, his grip shifting as he brought her closer to his face. His hot breath ghosted over her flushed skin, the scratch of his unshaven jaw brushing her as he tilted his head.
Then—his mouth closed around her breast.
Lirael shrieked, wings beating uselessly as his lips wrapped around her soft tit, sucking hard. The heat of his tongue lapped over her, dragging slow and wet across the sensitive skin before closing around her nipple. He groaned low, savoring her, his teeth grazing the delicate peak before biting down—not enough to hurt, but just enough to make her gasp, her tiny body jerking in his grip.
"Sweet little thing," he rasped, rolling his tongue over the captured bud. "Bet you taste good everywhere."
She trembled, a choked noise escaping her throat as his mouth worked her over, sucking, biting, licking, his grip keeping her completely at his mercy. His free hand slid lower, fingers spreading over the curve of her ass, pressing her flush against his palm.
"Keep squirming," he murmured against her chest, lips brushing the damp skin. "Ain't gonna do you any good."
She could barely breathe, her tiny body trapped against his rough, unyielding grip. The heat of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the firm, possessive hold of his hands—it was too much.
And he was only getting started.
His free hand moved to his belt. The buckle came undone with a slow, deliberate clink, the leather slipping free with a whisper. A moment later, his pants hit the floor, revealing Kael's thick, aching cock, swollen and hard from watching the tiny fairy struggle.
Lirael froze. Wide, glassy eyes locked onto the massive length in front of her. Her wings flicked in instinctive panic, but he only tightened his hold, drawing her closer to him. The swollen head gleamed with precum, its size incomprehensible to her tiny, shrinking mind.
A firm pressure descended on the back of her head. Kael pressed a single finger to her scalp, holding her in place with casual, predatory authority. His cock—already rock-hard—was now aimed directly at her face. The cold, slick tip hovered right in front of her, and before she could draw a breath, he forced her mouth open, guiding her unerringly to the thick drop of precum forming at the head.
A strangled noise bubbled up from her throat, smothered by the overwhelming taste and smell as her mouth and chin were swallowed by the sticky, pungent substance. The heat of his cockhead pressed into her face, and she fought for air, her tiny body trembling against him. Kael could feel every tremor of her delicate frame as she struggled, her soft skin now coated in the sticky wetness of his precum.
Whenever he noticed her desperate need for air, he briefly eased the pressure, letting her take in a shallow breath before pushing her face back into the slick, throbbing head once again. Each time her head was engulfed deeper, her skin rubbing against his cock sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the contrast between her fragile, soft features and his massive, throbbing flesh only driving him further into madness.
Her tiny body, so small, so fragile, was utterly helpless. Kael reveled in the power he had over her, the way she trembled beneath him, so fragile in his hands. The sensation of her helpless face trapped inside his cock felt intoxicating. Her soft, gasping breaths only served to heighten his control, leaving him hungry for more.
Minutes stretched on for Lirael, each moment more unbearable than the last. She was completely at his mercy, her body consumed by fear, trapped by the sheer size and force of him.
It wasn’t long before Kael was reaching his limit. Lirael's desperate, panicked struggles only fueled his desire, and the slow, rhythmic pressure of her body against his growing lust drove him to the edge. It had been far too long since he had been with anyone, and the way she squirmed, so delicate, so fragile in his grasp, was quickly overwhelming him.
Lirael's face was pressed deeper into the swollen glans, the sensation of suffocation clouding her thoughts. Her wings fluttered helplessly, useless against the force of his hold. Her tiny body trembled, the air growing thin around her as his cockhead ground against her face. Kael let out a deep, guttural grunt, his voice rough with raw pleasure.
Then, without warning, a violent surge of hot cum exploded from him, flooding Lirael's mouth and nose with brutal force. The pressure slammed down on her throat, and she choked, unable to even gasp for air as the thick liquid shot down into her stomach with crushing intensity. Most of it poured down her throat, forcing her body to swallow as it moved with such force, but some of the hot, sticky liquid escaped around the side of her head, dripping down her cheeks and neck. Her tiny frame jerked as he continued to pump, flooding her body with a steady stream of hot release.
The sensation was overwhelming, suffocating, the pressure in her stomach almost unbearable. Her wings beat in frantic desperation, but she was trapped, her body forced to accept the overwhelming flood of liquid. Kael groaned, savoring each wave, watching her body twitch and writhe beneath him, helpless and powerless.
When he finally stopped, the pressure in her stomach was still there, relentless. But before she could even process the torment, another jet of cum erupted, splashing across her face. Some of it shot into her mouth while the rest splattered across her cheeks, adding to the mess. She barely had time to register the sensation before Kael pulled her away, only to release two more thick loads onto her chest, completely coating her in his seed.
Lirael's body, frail and small, was left in a state of complete disarray. Every inch of her ached, the sting of the cum burning against her skin. Her wings, heavy and drenched, barely fluttered, weighed down by the sticky mess that covered them. They were useless, encased in the thick, smelly fluid that clung to them, unable to provide any sense of escape. Her chest felt painfully tight as the cum began to dry, the scent overwhelming her senses.
Her tiny midsection bulged, swollen from the sheer volume inside her, and panic surged through her as she realized just how much she had taken.
Before she could process what was happening, Kael's massive finger pressed down on the bulge in her stomach, the pressure causing her to gasp, her wings twitching weakly as her body trembled in agony. Kael, grinning darkly, squeezed harder, flattening her stomach with cruel force. She convulsed in his grip, the pressure too much, and the contents of her stomach erupted from her mouth in a violent arc.
Her throat burned with the effort, and she thought for a moment that she might collapse from the strain. Kael watched, his gaze dark and pleased as she continued to struggle in his hands. With another brutal push, her body crumpled further in his grip, the pressure sending her to the edge of collapse.
Sperm continued to leak from her mouth, dripping down her chin, and all she could do was gasp for breath, her small body too fragile to escape the overwhelming force of his dominance. Kael's chuckle filled the air, the sound echoing in her ears as she collapsed in his hand, completely at his mercy.
Kael's fingers, slick with the remnants of his release, tightened around the tiny fairy in his palm. Her small, trembling body was coated in his mess, her wings weighed down and useless, her breath coming in broken gasps as she tried in vain to regain composure.
With a dark grin, Kael approached the well and filled a pail with cold water. As he returned, Lirael's fragile form barely stirred. Without warning, he splashed the icy water over her, making her gasp sharply. The chill shocked her body, her nipples hardening painfully as they reacted to the cold. She shivered violently, her wings flapping weakly, but there was no escape.
Kael dunked her into the cold water, forcing her tiny body beneath the surface. Lirael struggled, fighting to breathe, but he kept her submerged just long enough to make her desperate. Her wings flailed in vain, her lungs burning as she fought against the frigid liquid.
When he pulled her up, Lirael gasped for air, her chest heaving, but Kael wasn’t finished. He twisted his fingers around her stiffened nipples, pinching them cruelly. Lirael screamed in pain, her tiny body jerking at the excruciating sensation. Kael grinned, enjoying the way her form convulsed in his grip.
"Shhh... you'll get used to it," he murmured, his voice dark and satisfied as he lifted her by her sensitive buds. She screamed again, her entire body tensing as she was hoisted into the air. Her wings fluttered uselessly, her legs kicking helplessly as she hung, suspended, her chest tight with the pressure.
Her tiny voice cracked in agony, her body jerking with each cruel twist of Kael's fingers. She could do nothing but scream, the pain radiating through her as she dangled from his hand. “You’re so fragile,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “So helpless.”
Without letting her recover, Kael lowered her toward the water again. Her feet brushed the icy surface, and she gasped, but before she could react, Kael dunked her under once more. The cold water overwhelmed her, invading her every breath as she struggled to stay afloat.
When Kael finally pulled her out, she was barely conscious, her skin aching from the cold, her chest still heaving with shallow breaths. He twisted her nipples again, eliciting another scream from her as her tiny body jerked in response to the brutal pain. Her wings fluttered weakly, but her strength was gone.
Kael smirked as he gazed down at her, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. Her body was broken, trembling in his grip. He reached for the small wooden crate nearby and opened the lid. Lirael barely reacted as Kael shoved her inside, her fragile form curling instinctively from the tight space. Her wings dragged behind her, soaked and heavy, her body utterly spent.
He closed the lid with a soft thud, sealing her inside. Her soft cries, muffled by the wood, were the only sounds as she lay trapped in the dark. Kael grinned, savoring the sight of her helplessness. She was completely at his mercy now.
"Perfect," Kael muttered, his lips curling into a satisfied smile before he turned away, leaving Lirael to her fate in the dark, cramped crate.
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Over the next few days, Lirael was trained—broken down to Kael’s liking. Her body was covered in bruises, bite marks, and the unmistakable signs of his possession. He enjoyed her timidness, the way she shrank away, waiting for his next punishment. It gave him something to break.
Today, Kael had gone hunting, his hound trotting behind him. Lirael was stuffed into his pants, her tiny form pressed against his hard cock. He’d adjusted her just enough, making sure she was wedged tightly before snapping the waistband shut.
The air was thick with the stench of sweat and stale urine as she was trapped against the fleshy heat. Her wings fluttered weakly, pinned against her back by the fabric. The constant grind against him, the steady, painful rocking as he moved, made her stomach churn. She had no room to shift, no freedom. Every jolt forced her deeper against him, his cock slick and sticky with remnants from before, the friction making her skin burn as she bounced helplessly.
It seemed endless until finally, Kael came to a stop. The waistband opened, and the air hit her skin, but before she could react, his hand reached inside, grabbing her by her tiny leg and pulling her out roughly.
Her body dangled in his grip, slick with sweat, bruised and aching. She could barely breathe as Kael smirked down at her. “Caught something good today,” he said with a dark chuckle.
Lirael’s body shuddered, her wings drooping. She barely had the energy to fight back. He was already turning, carrying her to the lodge where he had set up something new for her.
In the corner of the lodge, he had built a small, cramped cage just for her. The bars were tight, barely enough room to shift, but open enough that Kael could see her at all times. Her tiny, naked body, on display, even when he wasn’t touching her.
He shoved her inside, locking the door with a harsh snap, before turning to prepare the rabbits he’d caught. As he cleaned the meat, he tossed the scraps to his dog, the animal eagerly devouring them. Lirael curled up against the cold metal bars of the cage, exhausted, her body ached from the bruises, the grinding against him, but she knew it wasn’t over. He never let her rest.
Lirael sat curled inside the cage, arms wrapped around her knees. Her wings, once sleek and shimmering, were crumpled, torn in places. If she had time, they’d heal—but Kael never left her alone long enough for that. They twitched weakly, a useless, reflexive motion.
The scent of stew filled the cabin, thick and rich. Her stomach clenched at the smell, hunger gnawing at her insides. She hadn’t eaten in days. The only thing she’d been given to swallow was his cum, thick and hot down her throat, coating her tongue, forcing her to drink every drop.
Kael sat back in his chair, stretching with a satisfied grunt. His rough hand idly stroked his hound’s fur before turning toward her. That look—the one that made her stomach tighten. Heavy-lidded, predatory. The bulge pressing against his pants only confirmed what she already knew.
He reached for the latch, flicking it open with a careless snap. His hand plunged inside, fingers wrapping around her tiny body. He squeezed—hard. His index and middle finger wedged between her tits, pressing them together, the soft flesh spilling over the edges. He clenched a little tighter, flattening them, feeling them squish under his grip.
A sharp, breathy squeak escaped her lips. He dragged her out, his calloused fingers rough against her bare skin.
Settling back into his chair, he ran a finger down her stomach, slow and deliberate. Smooth, tight, warm. His thumb flicked over one of her stiff little nipples, rolling it, teasing. He pinched, tugged, feeling the way her tiny body tensed at the sensation. His other hand spread her legs apart with ease, his thumb brushing over the curve of her ass, kneading the soft flesh.
She jerked as his fingertip pressed between her thighs, rubbing slow, firm circles. Slick heat clung to his skin, a teasing little drag of wetness. His cock twitched against his pants.
He’d forced things inside her before—thin twigs, the blunt tip of a pin, even the worn end of a leather cord. He’d enjoyed watching her tiny body struggle to take them, feeling her squeeze around the objects as he pushed them deeper, stretching her little hole open bit by bit.
And he’d tried his finger before. More than once. But she was too small, too tight—it hadn’t fit.
Not then.
He pressed forward, parting her tiny entrance with the tip of his finger. A choked sound spilled from her lips, her wings giving a frantic flick. He pushed in harder, stretching her, forcing her to take more, the resistance only making him smile.
Her soft little body clenched tight around him, fluttering, struggling to take him. He twisted his finger, rubbing against the delicate walls, feeling every twitch, every desperate squeeze. His grip tightened around her, holding her still as he worked her open.
Lirael gasped, her hands pushing uselessly at his fingers, her thighs trembling. He smirked, dragging his finger back before pushing deeper, watching the way her tiny tits bounced with each motion.
He wasn’t stopping. Not until she was exactly how he wanted her.
Over and over, Kael pulled his finger out before pushing it back in, each time going deeper. Lirael’s tiny body stretched around him, every push making her gasp as he filled her more than she thought was possible. The pressure of each thrust left her struggling for breath, the space inside her feeling smaller with every movement.
He grinned, watching her tits bounce with each motion. Her wings fluttered behind her, useless in her desperate squirming. Finally, Kael pushed his finger in to the knuckle, and he lifted his hand, bringing her body up with it. He moved quickly, bringing both of her breasts to his mouth, sucking on them both at once. His tongue flicked over her sensitive skin as his lips pulled at the soft, tender flesh. He bit down lightly, his teeth grazing over her as he sucked harder, taking in as much as he could.
Lirael let out a weak cry, her body trembling under his touch, but Kael didn’t stop. He continued to suck and bite at her tits, savoring the feel of them in his mouth, her small body struggling in his grip.
He finally pulled away, removing his finger with a soft pop, leaving her hole to clench around empty air. She sucked in a sharp breath, trying to steady herself from the intensity.
"My turn," Kael growled as he unbuckled his belt, pulling out his thick cock.
Lirael’s eyes widened at the sight of him. The massive cock loomed before her, the swollen head gleaming. She tried to pull back, but his hand was already on the back of her head, forcing her face toward his cock.
Her lips met the slick, throbbing head of his length, and Kael pushed her face against it, his fingers pressing harder as she struggled. The thick, wet head smeared across her face, her lips parting involuntarily as she gasped for air. Her body pressed against him, helpless to escape the massive organ.
Lirael’s tiny body was pressed even harder against Kael’s throbbing cock, her fragile form dwarfed by the sheer size of him. Her small feet braced against the thick base of his shaft for a brief moment before he shifted her, pulling her legs up along the sides of him. Her wings fluttered uselessly, pinned against his fingers as he moved her with ease, positioning her exactly how he wanted.
The feeling of her slender legs against his cock only heightened his need—the softness of her delicate body in stark contrast to the rigid heat of his length. Her wings twitched weakly, slick with sweat and pinned awkwardly behind her, barely able to move as he adjusted his grip.
With a violent jerk, he slammed her against him, crushing her small form against his cock. The sudden force made her cry out, but the sound was muffled against the thick shaft pressing into her. Kael fucked her along his length, using her like nothing more than a sleeve, her tiny body helpless against his power. Her wings fluttered in a desperate, pitiful attempt to resist, but it only made him groan, the weak struggle feeding his pleasure.
The relentless pace only stopped for a moment when Lirael’s tiny face hovered just above his swollen cockhead. She trembled, exhaustion clear in every tiny muscle, her body limp in his grip. He held her there, savoring the sight of her fragile form barely holding on.
Then, with a smirk, he squeezed a bead of precum from his slit. It welled up before spilling over, coating her delicate features in slick warmth. The sticky fluid dripped down her face, catching in her damp hair, gluing fine strands to her flushed skin.
That sight alone was enough to drive him to the edge. His grip tightened, and he resumed his punishing rhythm, rubbing her along his length, using her completely.
Lirael could barely think, her wings limp, heavy with sweat and precum, stuck against her back. The force of Kael’s movements had left her dazed, her body aching, her mind fogged with exhaustion.
And then he slowed.
For a second, she thought it might be over. Then his grip tightened. His cock twitched beneath her, pulsing, ready to claim her once more.
Before she could react, Kael pulled her body flush against him as the first spurt of hot cum shot into the air. It arced high before splattering down onto her stomach and chest. The second followed instantly, coating her tiny form, thick and heavy. The sheer force of it left her gasping, her wings twitching weakly beneath the mess. His release poured over her, soaking her completely, sticky ropes of heat covering her from head to toe.
Lirael’s tiny body trembled, her wings weakly fluttering behind her as she was pressed harder into the thick, throbbing cockhead. Her face was mashed against the slick, pulsating surface, and she could feel the cum raining down on her, each drop heavier than the last. The weight of it smothered her, the overwhelming sensation of being drenched in his release pushing her into a suffocating haze. Her breath was choked, tears streaming down her face, her sobs muffled by the thick cock pressing into her.
She cried out weakly, her voice barely audible as she helplessly endured the force of Kael’s pleasure. But he wasn’t done.
With a brutal thrust, his cock swelled again, and a third, even more forceful surge of cum erupted from him. It flooded her, thick, white strands splashing over her delicate skin, the intensity of it almost too much to bear. Her wings were drenched, the wetness clinging to the translucent membrane, and still, Kael didn’t stop. The heat of his release coated her from head to toe, pouring down on her small, trembling form.
His cock throbbed beside her, and with a growl, another wave of cum erupted, followed by a fifth, leaving her completely drenched. Each new surge painted her with thick, sticky strands, her tiny body utterly helpless against the force of his pleasure.
Lirael’s body shook violently, every inch of her covered in his release, her face and skin smothered beneath the weight of it. Her wings, delicate and fragile, were trapped beneath the mess, barely able to move as they were weighed down by the sticky fluid. She was nothing more than a vessel for Kael’s pleasure, her every breath choked by the intensity of his satisfaction.
When the final surge slowed, Kael released her, his cock still throbbing, though the worst had passed. Lirael gasped for air, her chest heaving as she struggled to recover. Her body, slick with his fluids, trembled beneath him.
Kael’s eyes watched her intently, dark satisfaction clear in his gaze. Slowly, he slid a finger down her tiny, trembling body, spreading his cum across her skin, massaging it into her delicate features. He made sure every inch of her was marked, ensuring she was fully coated, a living canvas of his release.
He pulled away after a moment, leaving her broken and discarded in the aftermath, her wings weakly twitching against the sticky mess that clung to her.
Lirael wiped the remnants of his cum from her face with trembling hands, her mind a blur of confusion and exhaustion. Her body shook, still unsure of what would come next, but she knew she was powerless in his grasp.
***
It had been months since Lirael had been taken. Every day, Kael forced her against his cock, and every night, she was stuffed back into the cage. But tonight was different. Tonight, Kael had forgotten to lock the cage.
Her body was battered, her wings torn and crumpled, but something deep inside still held onto hope—hope that she could escape. If she could just make it out of the house, into the forest, she might be free.
With a flutter of her wings, still slick with his release, she slipped through the open door of the cage. Her tiny, trembling body hovered as she pushed herself forward. Her wings, heavy and stiff, made it difficult to fly smoothly, but she didn’t care. Every beat was one more step toward freedom.
She fluttered through the room, bumping into furniture with small crashes that made her heart race. The noise was enough to stir the hound from its slumber. Its eyes snapped open, ears twitching before it let out a low growl. Slowly, it rose to its feet, muscles tensing, its focus locking onto the tiny fairy.
Panicked, Lirael pushed herself harder, her wings beating faster, trying to reach the window. The cool night air was so close, the scent of freedom tantalizing. But her clumsy flight and sticky wings made it difficult to control her movements. She collided with the furniture again, the noise growing louder, waking the dog fully.
The hound growled, then barked. The sound echoed in the quiet room, snapping Kael from his sleep. Lirael’s heart raced as the dog advanced, and she pushed herself harder, determined to make it to the window. She was almost there! She—
Crunch!
Kael’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his hound’s frantic barking. His mind, still foggy from sleep, quickly cleared as he rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. He saw her immediately—Lirael, the tiny fairy, fluttering toward the window in a desperate bid for escape. The hound was already on her tail, bounding after her with purpose.
Kael’s pulse quickened. He knew exactly what was coming. He’d seen the beast tear into small prey before.
"No!" he shouted, already swinging his legs out of bed. "Bad dog!"
But it was too late. He could hear the hound’s claws skittering across the floor, the unmistakable snap of its jaws closing, and the sickening crunch that followed as Lirael’s flight was abruptly cut short.
By the time Kael reached the scene, the hound was sitting contentedly on the floor, its tongue lolling out as it panted. A small puddle of blood was smeared on the floor, and the torn, mangled wings of the fairy lay in a broken heap beside it.
Kael exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Damn,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching as he surveyed the aftermath. “Guess I’ll have to find a new one now.”
The Hunter and the Fairy (M/f)
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The Hunter and the Fairy (M/f)
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Re: The Hunter and the Fairy (M/f)
Two thumbs up. If I had another, I'd give you three!
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Re: The Hunter and the Fairy (M/f)
I had another story written on hentaifoundry. Less brutal than this but it does contain noncon around chapter 5. Wanted to see what everyone thought of this one before I ported it over (also would it be on VSW or just SW? It doesnt reallt get violent until chapter 3-4)
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could you link your hentai foundary here?
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I could but I also ported it into the SW stories section if you'd like to read it there:
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Re: The Hunter and the Fairy (M/f)
Damn, I have to find a fairy too. Great story!
I don't like playing with dolls,
I like to play with little woman!!
I like to play with little woman!!
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Re: The Hunter and the Fairy (M/f)
This (and frankly some (but not all) of your other stories) were giving me some AI vibes, and when I ran them through the checker I got a 90% match. I know these checkers can be a crapshoot but the writing definitely does have that vibe so if that's something you want to avoid I would advise you to work a bit on making your prose more interesting.
Now, if you DID use AI, I want to also say that there is a topic for AI-assisted writing.
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I and many other people actually don't want to see AI writing in the shrunken women story channels. So it's best for everyone that if you continue to post AI generated stories to do so there. It would also be useful to figure out how to relocate these posts you've already made to the AI writing channel as well.
Now, if you DID use AI, I want to also say that there is a topic for AI-assisted writing.
viewforum.php?f=30
I and many other people actually don't want to see AI writing in the shrunken women story channels. So it's best for everyone that if you continue to post AI generated stories to do so there. It would also be useful to figure out how to relocate these posts you've already made to the AI writing channel as well.