Explore her shirt (Fantasy Creatures)

From Create Your Own Story

You land on Eleanor's chest, and retract your wings. She laughs as you dive headfirst into the neckline of her low-cut shirt. You find your way between her breasts, wedging yourself in between them, held up by their snug squeeze on you. You look up at Eleanor with the cheesiest grin on your face. You grab either one with each hand, squeezing them as best as your little hands can. You sigh dramatically.

"Now I'm livin'," you say.

Eleanor folds her arms, squishing her breasts together even more. She's either really into you being there, or is trying to crush you to death. Either way, you find yourself immovably planted in her cleavage, pressed too tightly on both sides to worm your way out.

If she is murdering me, this isn't a bad way to go, you tell yourself.

"I'm never letting you out again," she says.

You're not sure that'd be a bad thing. You were looking for a home, and it appears you found one. You know you could easily get out with a little magic, so you feel content to stay put for now. In fact, you'd like to go a little further. Wanting to provoke further action, you look up at Eleanor, right into her eyes, and blow her a kiss. She blushes, then looks around. It doesn't appear anyone's watching.

"Shh..." she whispers.

You grin. You wonder what she has on her mind. She unfolds her arms, then uses one hand to lift her shirt up a little. You watch her put her other hand up under. It comes near enough to you that you nearly feel it upon you. You peek below to see what she's doing. You watch her untie the flimsy knot at the front of her bra. The cups fall a little. You can see the dark pink of her nipples just barely, poking up over the pillowy horizon. They're only visible at this angle because of how erect they are. You drool a little, mouth and eyes wide as you look.

"Are all fairies pervs?" she asks you.

"Are all elves so easy?" you reply.

Eleanor scoffs.

"I'm not easy; I just happen to like you."

You smile, and then make your move. You climb out from Eleanor's cleavage, then make your way to cling to her right breast. You're upside down, you hair dangling down, as you meet your lips to the tip of Eleanor's perked up nipple. You know full well Eleanor has a direct view up your skirt. You don't care. You've already seen hers, after all. You take the whole nobble in your mouth, sucking it and running your tiny tongue all over it. Eleanor giggles, clearly tickled. She tries to hide you with her hands in case anyone looks her way. You feel her hands on you, noticeably absent from covering your exposed behind. You no longer wonder if she's taking a peek; she definitely is.

You could up the ante here a little. It wouldn't take a particularly strong spell to liven this up.

Do you…

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