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[NATURES BLESSING]
At the edge of a cozy village blanketed by an old forest was a small but humble home belonging to a seamstress named Marigold. A soft, mousy woman with long blonde hair, Marigold had recently given birth to a baby girl named Isabella, who at two months old shared some of her mom's beautiful hair. However, tragedy struck when shortly after Isabella's birth, Marigold's husband passed, leaving her a widower and with little savings. Coping with grief, struggling to keep up her seamstress work and raise her daughter, Marigold's depression and desperation grew day by day. It was weeks later, when the unkempt forest had started to grow high around her home that a knock on the door came.
Marigold had hoped it was a customer. Rushing to the door, the lithe seamstress was surprised to see not the customer she expected, but instead an old woman. Her head was mostly obscured by a hood and long robe, and she stood hunched with a cane. Long strings of mushrooms and flowers were sashed over her chest, rustling as she looked under the brim of the hood to see Marigold open the door.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting visitors."
The old woman chirped. "I'm here on business."
Marigold pursed her lips. "I don't remember taking an order for you. Or would you like one made? Pardon my manners, if I seem rushed. Isabella is quite fussy right now."
The old woman raised an eyebrow. "A baby? You are taking care of a baby?"
"Yes, mine, just a few months old. It's almost dinner, so you'll forgive me if I'm curt."
"Apologies young lady. I only mean to help. It's obvious you've been struggling. I can offer you freedom from your troubles."
"What do you mean?"
The old woman reached into her pocket, and produced three golden seeds. "Marigold, go to your garden and clear it. Till the soil and plant these three seeds and water them. After a week, for each day for a year your garden will bloom with three golden coins, and after a year you will have enough to provide for you and your baby until you die. If you do this, know that if any of my kin come to plant their seeds at your home for that year, you must allow them to do so. Plant them if you wish."
Bewildered and confused, Marigold took the seeds offered to her even as the old woman turned away. The only thing Marigold could muster was a question. "Who are your kin?"
The old woman smiled. "Fairies, dear."
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Two weeks had passed. The encroaching forest seemed to have been trimmed back somewhat. The old wood of Marigold's home had a fresh coat of paint, literally. Marigold had cleared out the garden, as the old lady said. She had planted the three golden seeds. She had even made some extra space in her garden, in case the old woman's warning about letting fairies plant seeds came true.
As the seeds grew, a circle of mushrooms grew around Marigold's home, and when it was full, just like the old woman had said, each day for a week now three gold coins had appeared from the ground, and each day Marigold picked them. Overjoyed, Marigold's depression lifted like a fog and she quickly put the new finances to work in cleaning up the life around her and Isabella.
A few days later, Marigold received another knock at the door around dinner time. It was a little bit later, so she knew it probably wasn't a customer. Expecting to see the old lady, Marigold opened the door and gasped.
Standing over a head taller than her was... a goddess? A nymph? A... fairy...? Marigold slowly settled on fairy. The fairy was shockingly lewd, wearing only a leaf bra and blue loincloth over her voluptuous body, which contrasted with Marigold's modest, covered up frame. Her hair was a deep green like the old forest, with mischievous eyes that looked knowingly at the woman below her. Most unnerving and unnatural were the large emerald butterfly wings protruding from the fairies bare back.
Marigold was too shocked to collect herself.
The fairy spoke first. Her voice was light and playful. "Beautiful mushrooms around your home. Can I come in?"
Marigold was intimidated. She was nothing like the old woman. No, she thought, too frightened to allow this stranger in her home.
"Of course," Marigold said, beckoning the fairy in.
The fairy ducked slightly under the entrance as she entered the home. Marigold closed the door behind her, then stood there, shocked.
"I didn't mean to do that," Marigold said blankly.
"To let me in?"
"That's right."
"You have to let me in. I'm a fairy. The ring outside says you have to let me in, and to let me plant my seeds. Don't you know the rules?"
"I'm sorry. I've never met a fairy." Marigold felt like she was going to pass out.
"That's ok. Now let me find the best spot to plant my seeds." The fairy started sniffing the air in the home, ducking about and trying to catch a scent of something unknown. Then, she started moving deeper into the seamstresses home.
"The garden is outside."
"You think I want to plant my seeds in a garden? Boring. And the dirt would feel nasty on my head. No, I smell something far more supply."
Marigold followed blankly and powerlessly, the invading fairy leading her about her own home, until the fairy came to a dead stop in front of a cradle. Inside was 6 month old Isabella, sleeping under a blanket. The fairy, easily as tall as any man, towered over the cradle. She knelt down, her large breasts resting on her knees as she peered into the cradle. Reaching a hand inside she quickly snatched the blanket, revealing a sweet, chubby baby girl inside.
Marigold stood on the other side of the room. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rush forward. What was this fairy doing with her baby girl? She tried to run, but her legs were frozen. Literally, as if the curse was holding her in place from saying or doing anything that counteracted this woman's will. She watched as the green haired fae nymph of legend pulled off her baby girls cloth covering the 6 month olds quivering pale body, and then hold the baby up to her mouth and start licking it's puffy mound.
"MmmmMMMMMMffff, delicious." The fairy revealed a long tongue that started assaulting Isabella's pussy, soaking it in saliva and opening the pink entrance. Isabella herself was now awake, getting tongue bathed and didn't seem to know whether to giggle or cry. Her mom could do neither, seemingly frozen in place, helpless and more hopeless by the minute. Her horror grew when she noticed it, something between the fairies legs pushing aside the blue loincloth.
It was an enoumous male member, smooth and beautiful but swollen and throbbing, now at full mast. Even as the fairy now held Isabella upside down in both hands, still suckling on her infant pussy, her member was beginning to leak precum.
The fairy pulled her wet mouth from the baby's backside. She turned to Marigold. "Don't worry. I don't mind you watching." Then as quickly as she had snatched the baby from the cradle, she flipped Isabella around so the infant's chubby bald mound was flush with her own throbbing tip, then thrust half of her cock into the baby with a wet squelch. Isabella cried out, wailing at the sudden intrusion.
The fairy moaned in delight, gripping Isabella by the sides with both hands, thumbs indenting Isabella's chubby tummy. There was no thrust, the fairy simply pulled the baby up and down her shaft like a toy, each thrust into the soaking pussy letting more and more thick fae cock enter the impossibly tight hole.
Marigold watched powerlessly, listening to the now deafening sounds of her terrified babies wails as its hole was used thoroughly, the payment for her mom's end of the bargain.
It wasn't long until Isabella was fully impaled on the fairies shaft. The fairy sighed, relishing the sight of the wailing baby's pussy having swallowed her whole cock, and the feeling of the infant's ass resting on her heavy balls. A moment later she pulled Isabella up off her entire shaft, the slammed her back down. Fucking the 6 month old up and down her shaft like a toy, the baby was too shaken to even scream, the loud sounds in the room replaced by wet slapping and the fairies moans. She pounded the baby violently and quickly, like a rabbit.
All the while Marigold was trying to struggle. Trying to fight. She had fallen to the floor and didn't even have the strength to stand. The curse was holding her down, like gravity, so she could watch this happen. She watched agonizingly as the fairies butterfly wings fluttered, her bare feet scrunched and toes curled, her thighs tense and her cock fully submerge in Isabella and then...
"Guhhh...... uhhhhhhhh..... oooooooooohhhhhh... that was nice."
Holding the now unconscious Isabella fully on her shaft, the fairy emptied her load inside her.
Keeping her there for what seemed like hours, eventually she walked over to Marigold. The distraught mother's eyes were red with rage, and still she could not even lift herself from a sitting position.
"Oh, I forgot to mention. Try not to fight it hun'. It won't wear off now for an hour or two."
Standing over her Marigold, the fairy agonizingly slowly pulled her now softening cock out of Isabella's hole. As it escaped with a 'schlorp', a stream of thick cum, easily several tablespoons or more, began to pour out of the babies abused hole and splashing onto her mother's face.
"I haven't met a host so nice in a long time. It's so hard to find a nice place to put my seeds."
The fairy placed Isabella's sleeping form in Marigold's arms, before wiping her cock on Marigold's blonde hair.
"I'd love it if I could come back tomorrow. In fact, if it's ok, I think I'll bring some friends too. Tomorrow, expect to host for three. Or four. A party is always better with four..." she mumbled as she walked away, leaving Marigold paralyzed on the floor.
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