Brandon called in sick to the Pixie school next day. He still had some credit going for that good answer yesterday, and he was practically teh only Pixie who didn't regularly blow off a class or two so that some Faerie would blow them...
Of course, Brandon was hardly sick (though Sissi, Ely and Yvonne might have argued very differently. Since even Sissi's bountiful curves had all been totally reduced to mush by nowm though, it wasn't like they were going to tell anyone), but he did stay in bed all day, and someone very inexperienced or hard of hearing coming close by might mistake his frequent groans for a sick person's sounds...
At the end of the day, though, it nearly *was* groans of pain. Brandon had literally almost not taken his hand off his dick the entire day. He had fallen asleep quite quickly, though he had of course gotten off a time or three, and then he had awoken with one of the most throbbing, needy hard-ons of his entire life. He didn't quite recall what he had dreamt, but he assumed it had been the same images that flashed before his eyes every time he closed his eyes snow. Heck, even his usually unbearable - but quite hot - older sister, had only looked at the tent his cock had made out of the thin cloth he slept under, and not even made any of her usual degrading comments. She even said that she would tell Kryllin that he wasn't coming, which she no doubt would, after he was done boning her.
Unlike most days, though, his older ssiter bouncing happily on a Pixie cock did not even enter his fantasies. There wasn't room bsides all those images that were there already; Sissi's breasts nearly being too much for the vole, Yvonne's eyes as the water rat slammed home into her tight, tight ass, the sound the animal had made as it shot off etween those two luxurious still-growing Faerie, Ely screaming that her lover would taste better, Sissi's terrified squeal as her head went into the vole's mouth, the awesome way Yvone and Ely twitched and kicked as the vole turned them to mince, and the jiggling it caused in the curvy blonde, the bulge the vole cock made is Sissi's normally quite flat stomach, and the deluge of spunk running from her slit as she laboriously went down the hatch...
His first orgasm left semen stains on the roof of his little cave - meaning it had shot above head height. By midday his hand was drenched in the sticky, white goo, and there were white stains nearly all over the room. By that point, the actual images had begun to mix a little whit what ifs - if being chewed made Ely jiggle like that, what if it had happened to the awesomely topheavy Sissi? The vole plunging to his balls in Yvonne and splitting the little Faerie right in two... or Yvonne simply disappearing in an explosion of cum. Himself plowing into Ely's ass as she was up to her breasts in the vole's mouth...
At the end of the day, Brandon no longer had any clear idea of which images had actually happened and which had not, and nearly every pretty girl he had lusted after had taken a little trip to say hi and be dispatched by the vole with much screaming and begging. He had also finally found the limit to the famous Pixie regeneration - his last, grunting orgasm nearly hurt more than it felt good, his dick was red and throbbing - not ready to blast off, but sore - and only a tiny, sticky drop ran down the not-even-stiff-anymore shaft to harden on his jizz-covered hand...
As he finally pried his now quite sticky fingers off his slack member, Brandon was finally able to do something approaching thought. He obviously had the materials for a lifetime of wanking, but even the first, glorious blast didn't come close to the heart-stopping sensation he got balsting off while watching those sluts get what was coming to them. By now, he supposed the three girls had been missed, and likely assumed (correctly, in fact) fucked and eaten. Eventually that pond would be cheked quite thoroughly. For all he knew, the vole was right now digesting another Faerie - hell maybe more than one. It might even have slipped its large, thick vole cock into his sister, and then slipped her heavy breasts past its teeth (this had empathically not happened. In fact, Brandon's sister had been home three times during the day, had snuck a peek into his room every time, and actually gotten a bit of new respect for her brother... including a thought that she quite quickly brushed off an thought nothing further off, but which would reappear more than a few times when she ahd some nectar in her tummy and a bit less sense in her head... and which might just have gotten that regeneration going again quick, had Brandon only known). He really should sneak down there again soon, or he might miss something utterly irrepeatable...
Then again, that vole would be seen, soon. One or two more high-profile disappearances - likely nobody cared about Yvonne, but Sissi would definitely be missed - and they would comb the place. Brandon really wanted to see more girls go like Sissi and the two small fry... but he really didn't want to get caught. Maybe he should look for other places to find his jollies?
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