It was a simple matter, really; the Brownie's were known as being Solitary, those Barrow-Dweller's who chose to isolate themselves; such an isolation kept them away from the machinations, tricks, lies, hedonism, and all other such 'fae' things, which the Trooping Fae loved so very, very much.<br/><br/>Divorced from the Bedlam of the Gentry's Courts, he, and many of his kind, were honest, simple--but still so very complex--; though they could be just as fickle as the others of their kind. Fickleness was a sort of defining trait of their entire race.<br/><br/>He murmured quietly, and made the sound like a whipper-will again, pausing only for the briefest of moments before acquiescing to her desires. He crawled his way along the wall, back down to the bed. He laid out flat, small, toned butt facing the direction the Queen was in.<br/><br/>The slapping of his rear earned her some yelping that, even then, managed to hang onto that strangely lyrical quality that his voice always seemed to possess.  It was a curiosity; but then again, was he not one of the Fair Folk? They were all curious, in their own way. That, too, was a defining trait.<br/><br/>He was not altogether bothered by this; he was rather accustomed to the rough way in which Dryad's liked to mate, and it actually made him perhaps a bit less frightened of the Queen; the familiarity had a way of soothing the jitters.<br/><br/>Commanded to roll over, he did so, and though the Queen climbed atop him, in all her profane loveliness, she would find that his girth was... quite deflated. The most she could get out of him was a sort of half-erection, as it was only mere moments ago that she had drained him; and at least for this male, time, or something else, would be needed to get everything in working order once more.<br/><br/>Her breasts drew closer to him, but even then, that was not enough to draw any further arousal from him. But, when she commanded him to drink from her, he complied without hesitation; he had a fondness for breasts, especially the large ones, like the Queen had, and to suckle upon them would be a nice treat.<br/><br/>What came out from them, however, was an odd treat; milk? Or...something. He wasn't sure what it was, just that it tasted good, and made him feel stronger and... very, very horny. His erection would actually spring to life so quickly, his rod ends up whacking right against her backside with noteworthy force.<br/><br/>And for the first time in his life, he became unaware of the dust motes that were practically omnipresent; all his mind seemed to be concerned with was getting more of the sweet tasting liquid, and sex.