Realizing he should've thought over what she meant by "anything", a drip of sweat ran across his face as the creature sat upon him, Samuel able to tell what her cost was.<br/><br/>Samuel's raggedy, mostly hand stitched clothes weren't very thick, so as time passed, his cock had grew harder, and the Fairee would be able to feel it's hardness as well. Half of him was saying to resist, as this was most likely a trap, but the other half was telling him to get with her. Samuel was too kind-hearted though to run away or just flat-out fuck her, so he lyed there, sweat dripping across his face.