Chapter 2 - Under the Stars

Izzy belongs to Aeolus.

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The fire roared as the tinder continued to burn. A ring of rocks contained the flames and prevented them from spreading out of control. Izzy had dragged over a large log to sit on while keeping an eye on the fire, tossing in the occasional stick whenever it started to die down. Iris had found a nice clearing away from any nearby trees or shrubs, the perfect place to set up a campfire. Not only that, the clearing also offered a dazzling look at the night sky. Iris lied on top of Izzy's hat, gazing at the countless stars above.

"And that one is Rusalka, the great queen of the sea fairies." Iris had been pointing out constellations for Izzy for the past hour or two, telling him stories that were passed down to her from her family. Izzy could only recognize a handful of constellations, so he appreciated the crash course Iris was giving him. "She would lure unsuspecting sailors with her beauty and drag them underwater to their untimely demise."

"She doesn't sound so great to me."

"That's what a lot of people thought too. That's why you can see her being decapitated by the Sword of Fe over there." Iris fluttered up and pointed towards a line of blue stars jutting through the night sky. She turned back to see Izzy squinting, the fire casting a warm glow across his face. "You do see it, right?"

"Huh? Oh, of course!" Izzy nodded enthusiastically at Iris. "It's right over there... cutting her head and... there's the sword..." He gestured in the vague direction Iris was pointing at. "... cutting her head..."

"You have no idea where it is, do you?"

"No, I do not."  Izzy slid down the front of the log and slumped in the soft green grass by his feet. Sweat started running down the front of his brow. Izzy pulled his hat off and wiped the sweat off his forehead, revealing his shaggy white hair. "Guess I was never good at astronomy. Or astrology."

Iris flew over to Izzy and took a seat on his right shoulder. "It's okay. I'm sure there's lots of stuff you're good at!" Izzy rolled his eyes as he suppressed a small smirk. Iris leaned back to continue stargazing, but noticed a faint mark on Izzy's shoulder. She shifted over to take a closer look, and saw a series of curves that ended with almost a complete spiral. "Are these tattoos?"  Iris reached out feel the marks, gently caressing their edges. Izzy found her delicate hands tickled as she examined his shoulder.

"No, no. Those are just some birth marks." Iris hopped off and flew next to Izzy's shoulder to see it by the light of the campfire. She continued to feel the curvature of each mark, enraptured by its shape. Izzy smiled to himself as he let Iris continue. "Yeah, had those for as long as I can remember. I used to think nothing about them. That's before I figured out what I could do."

"They almost look like waves. Or maybe--"

WHOOSH! With a flick of his hand, a sudden gust of wind sent Iris tumbling backwards. She had to reorient herself before she hit the ground, darting back up in a dazed stupor. Iris searched high and low for the source of the heavy blast of air, but only saw Izzy cracking himself up by the log. Her look of panic and confusion quickly soured.

She zipped over to Izzy, who was still rubbing the tears out of his eyes. His hearty chuckles swiftly died as Iris glared mere inches from his face, arms crossed. Iris forced a smile out through her hardened face. "I suppose that was your power?"

Izzy gulped. "Y-yeah... Look, I'm sorry about that. I was just teasing you, okay?" Iris plopped hard on Izzy's lap, ignoring the grunt of pain he made when she landed. Iris kept her back turned as she stared ahead at the fire. Izzy briefly reached out to her, but stopped as he saw how quiet she was. He heavily sighed. "Iris... I'm sorry. That was a mean thing for me to do to you, and I shouldn't act that way."

Iris's wings twitched for only a moment. "It's easy for big guys like you to pick on beings my size." Her back was still turned to him as she gazed into the campsite they had made. "Most fairies don't let anyone get close enough to do stuff like that. They're too afraid of having their wings pulled or being swatted against a wall."

"Iris, I would never do anything to hurt you like that! You know that, right?" Iris remained silent. The crackling wood from the fire was the only thing to break the quiet still of the night. Izzy chewed on his lip as he stared ahead at the flames dancing before them. As he wiped the dirt from his hands, a smile began to spread across his face. "Say, Iris? How'd you like to see me use my powers properly?"

Iris glanced back up at Izzy. Her head was tilted as she tried to read the expression on his face. Izzy nodded towards the campfire. "Just watch." Izzy lifted up his right arm and aimed at towards the fire. Slowly but gradually, a small cyclone formed around his arm and spun faster and faster as it grew. Iris watched as Izzy clenched his fist and launched the cyclone forwards. It hurtled towards the campfire and swallowed the flames up, twirling around in place as a fire twister.

Iris watched in awe as Izzy was able to control the twister with the subtlest of hand gestures. He made the twister shift in height, and spun it around controlled loops and twirls. She had never seen such mastery of an element before, and she was getting a front-row seat! With the curve of his arm, Izzy morphed the twister in to a perfect sphere of flame, causing their little campsite look like the home of a small star.

And with the flick of his wrist, Izzy snuffed out the entire campfire. The fire orb flickered out and the forest grew dark, with only a few small embers left to fluttering to the ground and be doused by the evening dew. Iris watched as Izzy transported the remaining smoke high above the canopy and left to scatter in the winds. A chorus of chirping crickets kept filled the quiet void as starlight bathed the two explorers alone in the woods.

"Wow. That was amazing." Iris's eyes remained fixed on the night sky. She leaned back into Izzy's lap as she continued watching the stars. Above her, she could see Izzy looking down on her with a warm smile on his face. Iris returned the expression. "Thank you. You're very skilled. I wish I could do something like that."

"Like fly?"

Iris laughed. "That's different. Every fairy can do that! What you just did was something extraordinary! It's not every day you meet someone who's as strong as they are cute." Even under the moonlight, Iris could see Izzy's cheeks beginning to turn red. She giggled as his eyes avoided hers like a bashful child. She knew she had gotten under his skin.

Izzy knew it too. He couldn't help feeling enamored with his new companion. Maybe it was her smile that made his aches fade away. Maybe it was how gentle her hands felt as she caressed his birth mark. Or maybe it was how she continued to lie on his lap still in awe of his great—

"Do you feel that?"

Izzy froze. He knew exactly what it was. He could feel Iris lying right on top of it. Damn it, why did this have to happen know? Iris could feel the growing bulge underneath her, and every little squirm she made on his lap only made Izzy harder. She rubbed her hands across the rigid structure beneath his pants as tried to get an idea on its size.

"Izzy... is this...?"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! It's just—you were on my lap and then you said I was cute and then—"

"It's so big..."

"Iris, I didn't mean to—"

"Can I see it?"

Izzy paused as he processed Iris's request. She wanted to see it? Why? Iris did call him cute, but she surely wasn't considering actually acting on those urges, right? How would that even work? Iris simply sat spread-legged across his lap, waiting for Izzy to answer. If his cheeks were red before, he'd hate to see what shade his face was now. Izzy took a small breath.

"... Of course. Just, give me a minute." Iris fluttered down over to the ground next to Izzy and watched as he took his belt off. He tossed it over the log and pulled off his baggy pants, sliding them down his toned legs and kicking them off his ankles. Iris hopped onto Izzy's thigh as he pulled his boxers aside and unveiled his firm cock.

"It's even bigger than I thought." Iris leaned over and placed her hand on the shaft. She gently brought her hand up and down as tried to get a feel for its sheer size. From the bottom of the shaft to the tip of the head, it was just as tall as she was. In terms of width, it was significantly wider as fairies were naturally dainty beings. "I see the carpets also match the drapes!"

"Iris!" Izzy playfully batted at the fairy, who flew in circles around him. Iris giggled as buzzed overhead, before finally hovering over Izzy's cock. She reached out and rubbed the tip, moving her hand in circular motions around the head. Izzy started taking deeper breaths as felt the surge of stimuli coming from his nether regions. But as Iris started rubbing faster, a nagging thought kept eating away at him. 

"Iris, wait!" Iris stopped. She hovered in place as she waited for Izzy to collect himself. He wiped some sweat from his forehead after catching his breath. "Look, Iris... I know this feels great and all, but... what if..." He looked at Iris, so small and delicate before him. "What if you get hurt?"

Iris flew up in front of Izzy's face. She slowly fluttered over to his lips and gave him a small peck. She dragged her hand as she flew up to look Izzy in the eyes. Iris stroked the bridge of his nose. "You said you wouldn't do anything to harm me. This is just me holding you to your word".

She leaned in and gave him another small kiss on his cheek. And with that, Izzy's mind was put at ease. He let his muscles relax as Iris descended back towards his waist. His cock was lying up against his stomach and had lost some of its rigidness. Iris flew overhead and wrapped both her arms around the shaft. She held onto Izzy tightly and pressed her face closely to his skin. Izzy could feel her arms stroking him and her soft cheek rubbing up against his dick. He was worrying over nothing.

Iris started grinding her hips against the shaft of Izzy's penis. Her leaf skirt was getting torn from all the friction, but she didn't care. She just continued rubbing her crotch against Izzy, getting progressively wetter as she did so. It was at this moment that Izzy realized that Iris had not been wearing any underwear and was just going commando the whole time. He wondered if all fairies dressed like that or just Iris, but it was a fashion choice he respected either way.

With each thrust of her hips, Iris softly moaned. She could feel Izzy's heart beating faster, and smell his musk. Izzy was fully erect now and Iris still hung on to him in a tight bearhug. She didn't want to let go, but she also wanted more. Iris clambered up the side of his cock, peppering the shaft with tiny kisses as she went.

Izzy couldn’t help but smile at the awkward sight. "You sure you don't need any help? Your wings seem to have stopped working." Iris lightly kicked his dick as she climbed, as gesture that would be more painful if hadn't come from someone so small. This playful gesture caused her to lose her balance and start slipping towards Izzy's scrotum. Iris flapped her wings to keep herself from falling and they offered the lift she needed to continue her climb.

Iris reached the tip of penis, but saw Izzy looking down at her with a knowing smirk. "Not another word", she warned. Izzy kept his mouth shut and folded his arms behind his head. He watched on as Iris climbed over the head and perched herself right on the tip. She spread her legs apart and shifted her waist, trying to find the right position. Frankly, Izzy wouldn't have mind if she spent the rest of the night getting comfortable. Her pussy was nice and slick, and the sensation of it rubbing against him was almost too much to bear. He could feel the blood rushing towards the tip of his penis every time her lips slid from side to side.

Eventually, Iris found the perfect spot. Her pussy was placed right above Izzy's urethra, while her legs dangled down the side of his cock. She reached behind her back and untied the leaf top that covered her chest. As she dropped her top down to the side, Iris massaged her perky little breasts for Izzy.

"Well, do you like them?"

"They’re perfect." Izzy brought one of his hands down and reached out towards Iris's chest. His hand absolutely dwarfed her body, so he had to be gentle. Using his index finger, Izzy softly stroked Iris's breasts one at a time. He felt every smooth curve on her body, making sure his movement were slow and precise. He could feel Iris's nipples becoming hard as he moved across her chest again, causing her to writhe with pleasure.

Iris reached down to her waist and stroked her fingers up across her labia. She brushed against the tip of her clit, caused her legs and wings to twitch. Iris grinded her hips as she started stroking herself faster and faster. Precum start leaking out of Izzy's urethra and its heavy scent drove Iris into a lustful state. Her wings flapped behind her. Her heart beat in her chest. She thrust her hips as hard as she could. She wanted more.

Izzy's moans were getting louder. His chest heaved with each breath he took. He was starting to feel a little guilty, as Iris was doing most of the work. Perhaps now was the time to switch things up, he thought. Maybe he should work on making Iris feel good. But one look at her face showed she was already in total paradise. Why ruin the moment for her?

Pressure began building up. Izzy could feel it inside him. "I-Iris?" Iris continued grinding atop his dick. She was in blissful ignorance. Izzy bit his lip. "I-I can't—!" Izzy felt his whole body tense up. His cock throbbed and his balls twitched. There was only one way to relieve the pressure inside him.

"I can't—!"

In the blink of an eye, a spray of semen shot up from beneath Iris. She held on for dear life as she became drenched from head to toe. Not one spot on her was left dry. Izzy's satisfied moan turned to one of regret. Iris remained perched on his dick with an expression hidden behind a veil of cum.

"Oh... sorry about that."

Iris wiped some semen off her face. She stared at the white, viscous fluid in her hands. It dripped from her fingers down onto her thigh in thick sticky strands. Iris remained in a state of shock. "Wow." She wiped her hand on her leg as she stood up. "You were certainly holding a lot in you..." Iris flapped her wings, scattering flecks of semen in every direction as she flew. Izzy covered his face with his hands to keep his face dry.

"I- uh... did try to warn you." Izzy lowered his hands once he felt the splatters stop. He saw Iris wringing out her hair while fluttering in front of him. Her lips were pursed as she went about her task. Izzy lifted himself up and went over to pick up his crumpled-up pair of pants off the ground. He looked back over at Iris, who was putting her leaf-top back over her chest. "I'm sorry I sort of—ruined everything." Izzy put on his pants one leg after the other, struggling to keep eye-contact with Iris.

Iris lifted up her torn skirt, but put it aside for the moment. She noticed Izzy was avoiding her gaze, no doubt feeling embarrassed over what had just happened. Iris flew over to Izzy's shoulder as he was putting his belt back around his waist. "You didn't ruin anything, Izzy. I had a wonderful time." She placed her hand on Izzy's cheek, attracting his attention. "I was just going a bit too fast, that's all. I should've known to taken things more carefully considering your... size."

Iris kissed Izzy on the cheek and saw a warm smile spread across his face. Iris remained perched on his shoulder as he headed towards his backpack he had placed behind the log. "Thanks, Iris. I had a fun time too. We should do this again sometime." He pulled a small piece of tissue paper out of his pants pocket and passed over to Iris. "Just with the proper precautions." Iris ripped off a piece of tissue and wiped down the rest of her body.

Izzy bent down and opened his backpack, taking out a sleeping bag and unfurling it across the grass. He unzipped the bag, while Iris wiped the last remaining specks of semen off her body. Her eyes cross-examined the sleeping bag as she hopped back down to the ground, trying to get a grasp on the sheer size of the thing. "Um, Izzy?"  Iris lied on top of the bag, completely dwarfed in size. "Where am I going to sleep?"

Izzy paused and looked over his sleeping arrangements. Had he really not thought about where Iris would sleep? As he surveyed the campsite, his eyes lit up once he spotted his hat lying over by the log. He rushed over to grab his hat and hurried back over to set it by the opening of his sleeping bag. Iris hopped right into Izzy's hat, and he handed her the leftover tissue paper to use as a blanket.

"This'll do nicely." Iris folded her wings up and wrapped the tissue around herself. Izzy watched overhead as he slipped inside his own sleeping bag. Iris curled up inside his hat and made herself comfortable. "Of course, first thing we're doing tomorrow is buying a proper blanket for me."

"I supposed we can put off buying a new skirt for you." Izzy snickered. "It's not like you need one anyway."

"I can make clothes using any leaves in the forest. Don't think you'll have me parading around town nude like a forest sprite." Iris chuckled to herself before letting out a big yawn. She wrapped the tissue tighter around herself and started to drift off. "Good night, Izzy."

"Sweet dreams, Iris." Izzy yawned as he curled up inside his sleeping bag. He lied back and stared at the night sky above, still filled with countless stars. He still couldn't tell the constellations apart, but it was just nice to get lost in the vast emptiness at the end of each night. Maybe one of these days, Iris could actually show him some constellations that made sense to him. But that would take her more nights to teach him than he could count.

Izzy smiled at the thought of that. There were plenty of stops to his next destination, and he could use all the companionship he could get.

He just happened to luck out with a partner that was travel-sized.  

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