The Junior Super-Criminals: A Bit of a Mouthful

Nymph reached for the waistband of Puffin's trousers and gave them a sharp tug. She was taken aback when his erect penis emerged from beneath the clothing and had to resist the stifle her shocked gasp.

By the Goddess! It's completely malformed!

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the peculiar object before her. Anxiety built up inside her as she paused, unsure if she wanted to touch it or not. Eventually mustering up the courage, she hesitantly reached her hand out and wrapped it around the misshapen, fleshy mass. It jumped and wobbled in her tiny hand.

The same genetic condition that caused the boy's fingers to be webbed together seemed to have had a similar impact on his penis, and the head of the organ appeared to be completely fused to the shaft. The texture of his penis was also unusual, smooth and glossy like a dolphin's skin. In terms of length, the penis was actually on the smaller side, but the girth was so thick that she felt like she was gripping a soda can. The strangest thing was that Cobblepot's penis was completely cool to the touch, despite its turgid, blood-filled state. That just felt wrong.

She jerked the fat thing a couple of times, marveling at how moist and velvety it felt in her hand. She stalled for a bit, not sure what to do next. Although elves from Fairie were far less prudish about carnality than humans in the Mundane World, she was still quite young and inexperienced. She hesitantly stuck out her tongue and dragged it across the underside of the boy's penis, eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure from him. Her nose scrunched up at his taste, which was sweaty and fishy.

"Put the whole thing in your mouth," Puffin pleaded, almost whining in his desperation.

Her lips quivered as she stretched her mouth open, attempting to wrap it around his thick shaft. Her lips brushed against the cool slickness of his flesh, but the overwhelming girth of it made it impossible for her to fully encompass it with her mouth. She moaned pitifully, her jaw stretched to the brink of pain.

"Ith wonth fith," she tried to explain through her stuffed mouth.

As she struggled to fellate Cobblepot, her other hand skillfully unfastened Sionis' jeans and drew down his boxers. She glanced to the side and breathed a quick sigh of relief onto the penis currently resting in her mouth. Unlike his partner in crime, Sionis' genitalia were much more mundane and aesthetically pleasing in appearance. His shaft was long and uncircumcised, resting languidly over a heavy pair of testicles. As she wrapped her fingers around his sex, she was immediately pleased by the warmth it emitted. Truth be told, it was a very nice penis. It was just unfortunate that it was attached to such an obnoxious asshole.

Sionis was completely flaccid, despite the fact that she girl’s leafy green costume was bundled around her midsection and she was naked above the waist. She was a little hurt at his apparent lack of excitement, but she could tell that he would be big when erect. As she tugged on the heavy penis in her hand, her emerald eyes glanced up at his quizzically, silently asking him why he wasn't getting hard. She was still too inexperienced to know how bad of an idea that was.

Noticing her inquiring gaze, Sionis suddenly began to simmer with rage. His body language immediately tensed up and he pushed her away from him with a rough and calloused hand. He was naturally much stronger than her and so she was sent hurtling across the floor. Although she couldn't see his face beneath his white mask, she could hear that he was snarling and backed away slowly. His breaths came out in sharp, staccato bursts, like a feral animal ready to pounce. Her eyes widened as she wondered what she had done wrong.

"Fuck you!" he yelled out profanities with furious intensity, causing her to flinch inadvertently, "Don't you give me that pitying fuckin' look!"

"What's wrong?" Cobblepot asked his partner in crime, a bit irritated that he had disrupted his blowjob.

"You see the way she looked at me? Like I'm some kinda chump who can't get it up? The problem ain't me, it's her! She looks like my fuckin’ kid sister, man! It’s screwin’ with my head! I can't get hard when she's sitting there flat as a board," he shouted while pacing angrily around the room.

His harsh words pierced the young girl; her eyes drooped, the hurt visible on her face. A heavy and uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to..." Sionis muttered softly, staring apologetically at the girl. Seeing the expression on her face instantly took the edge off his temper.

"Me n' my big mouth," he continued, looking towards Cobblepot. The pudgy boy had always been the articulate one between them.

Cobblepot interlocked his fingers and cleared his throat. "Is there any way that you could use your magic to take on a more...mature form, perhaps?" he inquired politely.

Although Nymph wanted to tell them both to fuck off and point out that she was nearly a hundred and twenty years old, she paused, realizing that she did know a spell that might move things along faster. She leapt to her feet, trying to ignore the embarrassment of being told that she wasn't sexy enough to properly jerk someone off. She darted towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse apartment, grabbing a handful of dirt from the potted plant beneath them. Clenching her fist, she brought the pile of soil to her mouth and began chanting a powerful spell under her breath. Within moments a green mist began to swirl around her body, growing more and more dense until the elf was completely engulfed. A magical hum filled the air as the spell finished casting and the scent of fresh vegetation suddenly wafted through the room. It took several minutes for the mist to disperse, but when it did a much older Nymph stood in the room.