"Why are feyhounds an issue?" I asked, glancing at Cú Mheá sitting on his haunches beside Aingeal, his leafy tongue lolling from his muzzle. "I've fought dogs before."
"They're almost impossible to kill," Aingeal said. "It's not like stabbing a sword through them will do much. They're animated by magic. If you cut enough of their branches, they fall apart, but not before they tear you to pieces. They're fast. They're nimble. And they're loyal."
"I can make an illusion," Kora said. "And so can you, Aingeal."
"Faerie illusions don't work on them. They're not living creatures. And they have keen senses. They don't just rely on vision. If you're not careful, Kora, they could see other clues: footprints left on the ground, hear noises, sll scents."
"Ah," my sister said. "That would make it... difficult."
"Well, we can sneak past them," Zanyia suggested. "I'm good at that."
"Not all of us are," I said.
"You are very good at it, brother mine," Kora said, a smile on her lips. "You've snuck into more than a few maiden's chambers in your tis."
I gave her a cocky grin. "More than a few."
"But I'm not so good at it," Kora said. She glanced at my newest sex slave, Nathalie. "And I have a feeling you're not, either."
The girl shook her head, her braided, blonde pigtails swaying about her shoulders.
"Luckily, feyhounds do have one weakness," Aingeal said, her butterfly wings fluttering. She scratched Cú Mheá's head between his wicker ears. His thick, stiff tail thumped on the ground, creaking like an oak tree in a windstorm.
Kora groaned. "Oh, no."
"Oh, yes," Aingeal grinned.
"What is..." My eyes widened. I couldn't help the grin crossing my face as I stared at my squirming sister.
"Fairies made them," Kora said. "And you're children of Las, so...."
"So it's pussy," I said my dick throbbing.
Aingeal gave a vigorous nod. "They tend to run in packs of three to six. And we have four pussies at our disposal." She slipped an arm around my sister's waist, giving her an arched grin. "You're lucky night. No excuse not to scratch that itch Cú Mheá gave you."
Kora squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks completely red.
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Kora Falk
We crept through the woods approaching Réimse Seamair. I trembled, my heart racing. We had our plan. The pixie, after so twisting, had conjured an image of the location. We just had to get past the patrol of feyhounds without being seen.
The strange, different colored moons, shone their varied hues of light through the forest canopy. Leaves had a shimr of orange or purple or blue light as they shifted in the breeze. The beauty was remarkable. I could spend a lifeti studying the terrain, capturing the uniqueness of it on canvas with paints. I could embroil myself in my art.
If only that bastard Prince inard hadn't murdered my family. I was a Radiant of Rithi. I wasn't ant to be skulking through the woods dodging animated bundles of sticks that wanted to fuck my pussy. Such a hot itch burned inside of . It was so wrong. They were monsters. I shouldn't want to lie with them.
And my brother shouldn't want to see fuck them. Horny pervert.
My heart pounded in my chest. The feyhounds patrolled far out from the field, several miles. Once we were through them, we only had to deal with the three treen guards. Another problem, but one that didn't require having sex with an animated monster and—
Cú Mheá's ears pricked. He let out a low growl, head turning to the left.
"Better get your cunts juicy, ladies," Aingeal said, her hands shooting down to her hairless pussy. She rubbed her fingers up and down her juicy snatch, her big breasts jiggling, the gold rings catching the varied-hued moonlight streaming down around us. She whimpered, wings fluttering. "They're coming."
I just let out a groan. Our plan was so perfect. We just had to get past these stupid feyhounds. "Why, Rithi?" I prayed to my Goddess. "Do you want to use my sexual arts on these freaks?"
"Maybe she does," Sven said.
I shot him a look, anger bubbling through .
"It'll be fun, Mistress," Zanyia purred, her tail swishing as she fell onto her hands and knees. She rubbed at her furry muff with one hand, sliding fingers up and down her leg. Nathalie joined her, the slave girl naked, her small breasts quivered. She had a big grin on her face, looking at my brother as she got her twat nice and juicy.
Aingeal joined the pair, kneeling beside them, shaking her ass in the direction Cú Mheá stared. The feyhound whimpered. He licked his lips. His wooden cock thrust out of his body. He licked it with his leafy tongue.
My pussy clenched.
"Maybe they're only three of them," I said, hugging myself in my pink robes. I didn't want to surrender to such depravity. It was so wrong.
Sven cocked his head. I could hear a faint rustling sound. Sothing approached through the woods. "No, sounds like four."
My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs. I didn't need to touch myself to be nice and juicy. "You just want to watch your sister get fucked!" I snapped at him. "Your own sister! I'm your woman!"
He shrugged. "Bet it'll be hot to watch."
I narrowed my eyes at him as I reached for the ties holding my pink robe closed. "You are such a perv. Would you want to watch another guy fuck ?"
"I have watched other guys fuck you, sister dear." He gave an arched look. "You never hid your dalliances from . Probably trying to make jealous."
"I don't need... substitutes now." My robe fell off my body, revealing my round breasts, the ruby amulet nestled between them, and sleek thighs. His eyes flicked at my body, sending an incestuous wave of heat through —I loved his attention.
"It's not a human male," Sven said. "It's not even alive." He unlaced his leather britches, pulling out a hard cock. "It'll be so hot to watch, sister dear. So hot."
"Uh-huh, Mistress Kora," whimpered Nathalie.
"Join us, Mistress," Zanyia purred, her tail swishing more. "They're coming closer and—"
A creaking bay echoed through the woods.
"They sll us," Aingeal purred. "Co on, Kora. Get down on here and get ready to be fucked hard. It'll make your brother so happy. And I know you love pleasing my husband."
I let out a frustrated screech, my poor pussy burning. I knelt down beside Zanyia. Her tail brushed my ass as she gave a toothy grin. Her ears twitched and an anticipatory purr rose in her throat. She quivered.
So did I.
Gods, I wanted this.
Brush rustled. I heard heavy panting. I looked down my body, past my swaying breasts, amulet dangling with them, and out between my legs at the dark forest. A bush rustled. And then a feyhound, larger than Cú Mheá, burst out of the woods. This construct was fashioned like a big mastiff, bulky and powerful, the type who could rip soone apart.
And there, swinging between his legs, was that big, wooden cock.
My pussy clenched in anticipation. Fresh rivulets of pussy juices trickled down my thighs, glowing blue in the moonlight. I groaned, my heart hamring in my chest. Sven let out a groan, his hand sliding up and down his cock, eager to watch us get fucked.
Such a pervert.
Then the feyhound leaped on . I gasped, feeling its wicker body rubbing hard across my back. Its strong forelegs gripped my torso. My breasts rocked forward, slapping together, the amulet bouncing between them, the smooth facets caressing my flesh. Then sothing hard ramd into my cunt, sparking pleasure across my labia.
"Master!" whimpered Nathalie. "Master, Master, its fucking !"
"Ooh, yes," yowled Zanyia. "So big. So fast!"
The feyhound on let out a whine as it pumped its hips again, trying to get its dick in . I shuddered, my pussy drinking in every impact of its blunt tip. It slid it around my vulva, searching for the entrance to my cunt and—
Speared into .
"Rithi's delicate fingers!" I moaned as that thick cock slamd to the hilt in my juicy pussy.
Pleasure rippled through my body. I squird and shuddered beneath the feyhound's bulk. I sucked in deep breaths, my tits swaying beneath as he ramd his dick over and over into . He had trembling and groaning. My moans echoed through the air as he pumped away at my juicy snatch.
He thrust so fast. Faster than I'd ever been fucked. He just hamred his wooden dick over and over into . I shuddered, feeling his body move, made up of branches woven together. They slid across my back as he panted and groaned as he fucked .
He. I couldn't think of this thing as an it any longer. He wasn't a thing. He may not be technically alive, but he fucked like he lived.
"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, adding my gasps to the other three. "He's fucking so hard."
"Yes, he is, sister dear," groaned my brother, standing before , stroking his cock so fast as he watched . "And you look so hot."
"Pervert!" I howled, my snatch clenching down on the wooden dick pumping away so fast.
The monster's cock stirred up. It sent such hot ripples through my body. My tits swayed with every thrust. He rocked my body as he fucked . The feyhound pounded my cunt. He used as he panted, savoring the pleasure of my snatch.
Beside , Zanyia's smaller fra rocked beneath her big feyhound. Her small tits jiggled beneath her. Her ears twitched as she yowled in pleasure. She rocked back into her feyhound's thrusts, loving her monster fucking her hard.
"Pater's huge cock!" Nathalie moaned, her young voice strained by the huge cock reaming her pussy. "Oh, Master, I'm feeling hot, too."
"Yes, you are, you little slut," groaned my brother. "Just taking that huge monster-dick."
"She is," Aingeal panted. "Ooh, I need to thank whoever made this feyhound. Such a wonderful cock. So virile."
"Just fucking you four sluts hard," panted my brother, pounding his hand up and down his dick.
"So hard!" I whimpered, my pussy clenching down on the invading cock as it churned to a hot froth.
I groaned and whimpered. Such rapture surged through . My eyes rolled back in my head as I shuddered beneath these hard strokes. I gasped and moaned. Pleasure built and built in . My pussy clenched I sucked in a deep breath and then let out a gasping pant.
His dick burned in . His monstrous cock hamred so hard. I bucked into his thrust as his hard body rubbed against my ass and back. He gripped hard as he fucked like an animal. Juices poured down my thighs from my boiling cunt.
"Oh, Gods, brother mine!" I gasped, staring at Sven's cock as he stroked it. "I'm going to cum so hard."
"I knew you'd love it, my sister-in-law," the faerie groaned. "Yes, yes, yes, we're all going to cum, husband."
"Master!" yowled Zanyia. "Master, yes!"
The lamia ca hard. Her body shuddered beside . Her feyhound howled in rapture as he felt her pussy spasming about his big dick. My own cunt clenched down hard on the monster shaft reaming my snatch, increasing the friction.
Nathalie squealed next. Then Aingeal gasped in her rapture. Sven watched us all, stroking that big cock of his. Through my lust-addled vision, I stared at that dick, watching my brother jerk himself off as my feyhound hamred my cunt.
Sven grinned at . He knelt before , offering his cock.
"Brother mine!" I moaned and engulfed the tip.
I sucked on his dick hard. I nursed on his cock as the pleasure of the feyhound fucking my cunt surged through . This was so wrong. So depraved. And I shared it with my brother. We were both such perverts.
His blue eyes reflected moonlight and his passion as he stared down at . He stroked my flushed chin as my tongue swirled about the head of his dick. I tasted his salty precum, that incestuous flavor I loved so much.
"That's it, sister dear," he groaned, his blond hair swaying about his rugged face. "Let yourself go. Cum on that feyhound's cock!"
I shuddered. Just hearing my brother's words set off. My pussy convulsed. It writhed about the feyhounds dick. Pleasure surged through as I whimpered out my rapture. I sucked so hard on my brother's cock as stars danced before my eyes.
The feyhound growled in pleasure, squeezing his hard forelegs about my torso. He hamred my convulsing pussy. He ramd his dick over and over into , his growls growing louder and louder as he savored the pleasure of my twat.
"Gods damn, you are so sexy, sister dear," panted Sven. His body shook.
His cum flooded my mouth. A mont later, as I gulped down incestuous cream, the feyhound buried into my spasming twat. His hot spunk spurted into . My hot pussy milked his dick while my mouth nursed at my brother's cock.
I took jizz from both ends. It filled . Ward my body. I swallowed my brother's spunk while my pussy drank the feyhounds jism. I groaned and shuddered, the pleasure rippling through . Such wonderful rapture swirled through my body and left gasping and groaning in utter delight.
I knew I'd enjoy Cú Mheá in the days to co.
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Zanyia
"I love being fucked!" I yowled as my orgasm burned through my body, my pussy milking the sexy feyhound's cock. "Oh, Master, yes!"
He groaned beside , his sister nursing on his cock. She sucked him dry while her feyhound ca in her. I shuddered, bucking back into my own construct, my snatch milking the monster's big dick reaming .
He howled, ramming his shaft to the hilt in . I yowled in delight as he spurted into . Hot, thick cream spilled through my pussy. My ears twitched as the pleasure rippled through . I arched my back, purring so loud, savoring this mont.
"Oh, that was wonderful," Nathalie panted, resting her face on her hands as her feyhound dismounted her. "Ooh, Master, we pleased them.
My feyhound fired his last blast of jizz into . "Yes, we did." I grinned at my fellow sex slave. "And we pleased Master a lot."
"I think Mistress Kora did that."
"Uh-huh," panted Sven as he pulled his dick out of his sister's mouth. "And how did you like it, Kora?"
"She loved it," Aingeal moaned from the other side of Nathalie. Her feyhound had also dismounted her and the faerie sat on her knees. She gathered the cum running out of her pussy and sucked on it.
I groaned as mine dismounted , his dick sliding out of my pussy. I groaned as he plopped out, pleasure buzzing through . Then his cum ran out of . Curious, I scooped it off my thigh and brought it to my lips.
"Ooh," I purred. "That's different. It's so sweet and syrupy. Almost like pine sap."
"One of my favorite treats," Aingeal sighed. "Sotis I can just nurse Cú Mheá's dick and drink it down."
"Care to try, sister dear?" Sven asked as Kora licked her lips, stained with Master's cum.
"Pervert," she said to Master, but without any bite.
I grinned as she reached between her thigh and scooped up the feyhound jizz leaking out of her. She popped it into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked it off. She shivered, her eyes widening as she groaned.
"It's different." She glanced at Master. "Not the sa at all as your cum."
"Just so long as you like mine better," Sven said with a grin.
"What if I don't?" Kora asked as she rose.
Sven blinked which made his sister laugh. A sheepish grin spread across master's lips as he hugged his sister and kissed her on the forehead. I hopped to my feet, buzzing with delight. My orgasm pumped euphoria through my veins.
I felt invigorated. Ready for the fight. Ready to stop Prince inard's despicable army and free all those humans.
Chapter Forty-Four: Sultry Paints
Sven Falk
"I can't wait for you to fuck Cú Mheá while Nathalie or Zanyia rides my dick," I whispered in my sister's ear. "Or maybe Ava. I bet she would like to see that."
My sister squird in my arm. "Your princess might want to join ."
My dick throbbed against my sister. "Probably."
She rolled her eyes and pushed away from . The feyhound's cum ran down her thighs. Why did the sight of pearly jizz staining my sister's body always make my dick so hard? It didn't even have to be mine. Just seeing her beautiful body stained with cum was intoxicating.
It soiled her and yet she still looked so proud. Unashad. It was such an attractive quality.
"Master," Nathalie said, tucking my cock back into my leather trousers. "You can't go save all those people with your dick out."
"Though the won we save would probably enjoy it," giggled Zanyia.
"Oh, yes, they would," Nathalie nodded, her braided pigtails swaying about her shoulders, her small tits jiggling.
The four feyhounds lounged around the clearing, looking so satiated while poor Cú Mheá whined and panted, licking at his poor, hard cock. If we didn't have to stop Prince inard and save all those people enslaved by him, I'd let that feyhound rut to his heart content in Nathalie's pussy.
While I enjoyed my sister.
But we had a mission. I let Nathalie lace up as my sister pulled on her pink robe. She belted it, her body and face still flushed, a vital red adding such zest to her pale skin. She gave the big feyhound who fucked her a fond smile like she wanted to keep him then glanced at .
"Well, brother mine? Done satisfying your perverse desires? Or do I need to rut with Cú Mheá for your pleasure."
"After, sister dear," I said, loving the twinkle in her blue eyes. "When we're celebrating our victory."
She laughed, the sound so rich and delightful.
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Kora Falk
I could see the stocks through the trees situated on Réimse Seamair. It appeared to be a vast adow. And there were so many stocks, each with a person in them. I shivered at that, shaking my head at the monstrosity of Prince inard's actions.
If he had an army of thousands of animated statues, then there must be thousands of humans out there, all shackled to the lodestone. It was such a terrible thing. It felt worse than normal slavery. At least then they'd still had their minds free.
"You can do this," Sven told , stroking my arms through my pink robe.
I nodded my head. "This will be easy. It's just an illusion. I don't have feyhounds to distract."
Just treen. And they weren't constructs but living creatures. Nor did they have the feyhounds keen senses. I could create the distraction that would keep them busy. The massive pine tree before , reaching high up into the sky, was perfect.
My brother hugged and kissed on the mouth. I shuddered, clinging to him. His leather jerkin creaked against . His hands squeezed my rear through my robe, pulling so tight against him.
"I love you," he said when he broke the kiss. "Don't get yourself killed."
"I'm not the one sneaking out through the stocks to the Lodestone," I said. "I have the safer job."
"Do you?"
I shivered. "Yes. I'll be hidden with Nathalie. Stop worrying. You need to focus."
He took a deep breath and let go.
"Mistress," Zanyia purred as she threw her arms around . She rained hot kisses across my face. "Be safe."
"You watch out for my brother."
"I won't let him be reckless," she said.
"Let ?" Sven asked, his voice sounding amused. "You're my slave, rember?"
"And a good slave knows when to ignore her master's commands," the lamia said, a toothy grin on her lips.
"Like when I tried to free you?" Sven asked. "Or when you made Nathalie my slave."
"I made myself your slave, Master," Nathalie said.
"And she's a good slave," Zanyia said. Then she darted to Sven's side.
Aingeal stepped up to . "Well, my dear sister-in-law, I want you to paint the hottest fire ever."
"I will," I said, trembling. I wanted to trust Aingeal, I did. But... She had a connection with this Duke Gallchobhar. A connection that could get my brother killed if she had so other sche in mind. So other way to get back at him. I wanted to ask why she hated him.
She hugged , her big breasts pillowing against mine. Her lips found my ear. "I won't betray him. You saw to that. I love him."
I shivered.
"I want this," she added. "I want Duke Gallchobhar to pay!"
"Okay," I said, hugging her back, trying not to crush her delicate butterfly wings. They fluttered, the tops brushing the bottom slopes of my arm. "You better not. I'm more than a little fond of my brother."
"I know. I've seen you ride his dick." Then Aingeal kissed . I shuddered at the passion on her lips. They were plump and hot. I quivered, my arms tightening across her upper back. Then she broke away, leaving struggling to catch my breath.
My brother, Aingeal, and Zanyia slipped out of the woods into the clearing as I began my count. "One, two, three..."
I crept in the brush with Nathalie, lying down on my stomach and staring at the tree as I counted. I slid my hand beneath my body and slipped it into my robe. I shuddered as I found my shaved pudenda then the wet folds of my pussy. I stroked up and down my slit, lubing my digits with my juices.
"...sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one..."
I needed my pussy juices. They would be the paint I created my illusion out of. I shifted my hips, brushing my clit. Despite the fear weighing down my belly, heat rippled through . My body responded to my touches.
"...one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four..."
My fingers beca slippery with juices. I pictured in my head the art I would paint in the real world, the flas crackling up the branches of the tree, the pine turning into a blazing torch to light up the night. I would need a lot of pain.
"...one hundred and twenty-five, one hundred and twenty-six, one hundred and twenty-seven..."
My heart pounded in . My hips shifted of the ground as my pussy cream dripped down my fingers and coated my hand. I rubbed my clit. My ass clenched and my pussy grew so tight. My nipples poked at my robes, pressed into the ground and throbbing as I twitched.
"...one-hundred and sixty-three, one hundred and sixty-four, one hundred and sixty-five..."
The tension grew in my stomach despite the lust my stroking fingers conjured. My brother and his won slipped deeper and deeper through the stocks, closer and closer to the three treen who guarded it. What if this didn't work?
"...one-hundred and eight-five, one hundred and eight-six, one hundred and eighty-seven..."
What if they didn't care about trees burning like Aingeal claid they would?
"...one hundred and ninety-one, one hundred and ninety-two, one hundred and ninety-three..."
What if they instead spotted my brother and killed him?
"...one hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight, one hundred and ninety-nine..."
Ti to find out if they'd co.
"...two hundred."
I took a deep breath as I finished my count. Nathalie let out a whimpering groan beside . I pulled my hand from my pussy, soaked in my pussy juices. So much paint to create my illusion with. I fixed the image in my mind, staring at the pine tree through the brush.
"Rithi, bless my sexual juices and let them paint new beauty in the world," I prayed.
The juices on my hand sparkled. The power surged out of as my fingers moved, painting my art upon the world. Nathalie gasped as fire erupted around the tree. A vast, roaring crackle filled the air as the flas appeared to devour the tree, climbing higher and higher. A harsh, red-orange light flooded the night.
A beacon to draw the treen away from the lodestone.
Chapter Forty-Five: The Stocks
Aingeal
"This is terrible," I said as we entered the stocks, Cú Mheá padding along beside .
As far as I could see across the adow were row upon row of wooden stocks. Spirits of Enchantnt danced around each one, imbuing the wood with their magic. Humans were slumped in them, n and won both. They were naked, their knees bent, their heads and hands shoved through the stocks. Their eyes were open but focused on nothing. They breathed slowly but made no other sound. Their souls were far away, imbuing statues of soldiers for this horrid Prince inard.
"Gods, this is monstrous," Sven said, shaking his head as we moved closer and closer to the center.
"I can't believe Duke Gallchobhar would do this," I said, a fury rising. "I didn't even think he could sink so low. If Queen Sidhe discovers this..." My wings fluttered. Hope surged through . Would this restore my na and my family's land usurped by that bastard?
Would it undo my prank's consequences?
My wings fluttered as we padded deeper and deeper into the stocks. We passed unseeing face after unseeing face. Most were Zeutchian humans, hair blond or light brown, skin pale. But there were a few red-skinned Thlinians, and I spotted one redheaded Tuathan from the Lesh-Ke Mountains.
"These are his own people," I said. "And he lets that Shizhuthian naga enslave them for him?"
"To keep his hands clean," growled Sven. "Publicly, he has patrols that roam along the Despeir Mountains to prevent it."
Zanyia hissed in annoyance. Then she said, "I just reached two hundred."
Sven paused, peering ahead. The treen towered over the stocks, dark shapes moving around a large stone in the center. They were another race born of Las, all male. The God of Lust's cum had fallen on a grove of trees to birth them. Many had co to Faerie to escape humans cutting down their woods. They stood three tis the height of a human, living trees who could batter down walls with their strength.
Red light flared behind us. I blinked at the intensity of it, shadows dancing before us. I looked over my shoulder at the illusion Kora had conjured. It lit up the night like a miniature sun. The massive pine tree blazed and kindled.
"Co on," Sven muttered at the hulking shadows, crouching beside a stock holding a middle-aged man, streaks of gray in his blond hair. "That's a tree in danger."
The three treen had paused their patrol. They creaked as they turned towards the burning tree. My wings fluttered. They had to take the distraction. They lived to protect their kin, as they saw other trees. Why weren't they moving? I stroked Cú Mheá, my heart beating faster and faster.
"Can we fight them?" asked Sven.
"Not easily," I answered. "My illusions will work on them, but look at the size of them. They could crush any one of us as easily as swatting a fly."
Zanyia swallowed.
And then the shadows moved. I heard their creaking joints and the thud of their footsteps. Sven grinned as they strode from the lodestone. I moved behind a stock, pressing against it as the treen ca closer, not straight at us, but they would pass nearby.
Their forms resolved out of the darkness. Instead of skin, they had thick, gnarled bark. Fuzzy moss, a pale gray-green color, gave them the appearance of beards and hairs. Their limbs were made of branches twisted together, much like a feyhound or a spriggan. But these had little, trefoil leaves growing out of strange spots, like errant hairs on a human body.
The ground shook as they past, their gazes fixed at the tree. They moved with rapid strides. I shuddered, hoping Kora would be safe. She just had to distract them long enough to destroy the lodestone.
"Okay," Sven said. "They're passed. Let's hurry."
I nodded my head and followed after him, my faithful feyhound at my heels.
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Zanyia
"Wait!" I hissed, pausing as we neared the lodestone. I could see it up ahead, a massive stone veined with rusty tal. It stood the size of a house. "Don't step closer, Master."
He froze as he crouched ahead of . He stared at the ground. "Las's putrid cum."
"What?" Aingeal asked.
"Pit trap," he said. He pulled out a dagger, prying at the adow before him at the seam I spotted. "There's a thin board over the ground here with grass on top of it. Step on it, board breaks and drops you into a deep pit probably with spikes at the bottom."
"There's more, Master," I said, looking around the ground. "See the footprints of the treen. They patrol a zig-zagging pattern through the last ring of stocks around the lodestone."
"No prints here," Sven said, staring at the ground. "They don't even try to step over it."
"Why take the chance?" I said with a shrug. I climbed up onto a stock holding a blonde girl, drool running down her chin, her face slack. I stood on rough wooden fra holding the poor girl in place. The treen were almost to the blazing illusion behind us. I studied the area, noting the trampled path.
"See a path?" Master asked.
"Of course I do," I said, my tail swaying.
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Kora Falk
The heavy thud of the treen ca closer and closer. Nathalie whimpered beside as the ground shook. Those dark shapes lood so tall. They entered the light of the illusion, revealing their hoary appearance. They were gnarled and tall, their legs thick, their feet circular with root-like toes jutting in every direction.
"Just be quiet," I whispered, my fingers dancing again, ready to modify my illusion. My left hand rubbed at my pussy, gathering more of my juices to paint with.
One of the treen dipped his hand into a nearby pond. He scooped out water and threw it at the blazing pine tree. The water twinkled like diamonds before splashing against the tree. I added a hissing sound to the illusion and steam billowing from the flas.
I smiled, my fingers dancing as more and more water splashed at the tree. The three treen arched it through the air. It splattered branches. I let so flas go out, leaving what looked like charged branches in the fla's wake. More and more steam rose, filling the air as the fire crackled in protest.
I switched hands, my right dry. My left danced as I kept focusing on my art. I shuddered, rubbing my pussy, delight surging through my body. I plunged all four of my fingers into my snatch, fighting my whimper as I coated them in my cream.
I could keep these three occupied all night I if had to. And since the sun never rose in Faerie, that would be a long ti.
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Sven Falk
Anger beat through my heart. I thought I hated that bastard Prince inard before. But this... This endless field of n and won, even children, imprisoned in the stocks, their souls slaved to statues. They were forced to fight and fight and fight. What horrors did these poor people witness? Did they think they were in a nightmare? Trapped in stone. Unable to move except to march into battle and kill.
My hand clenched on my short sword as I followed Zanyia through the safe path, winding through the last circles of stocks. Through the people who had been imprisoned the longest. Years they'd spent here, stolen from their lives and loved ones.
My teeth ground.
My blood boiled.
"This will be answered, my husband," Aingeal whispered from behind. Her hand rested on my shoulder, squeezing. "This will not go unpunished."
"By the gods it won't," I snarled. "By Gewin's bloody sword and Dauthaz's deathly touch, it won't."
The closer we stalked to the Lodestone, the more my arms tingled. My hairs stood up on end. Energy radiated from it. I could feel it bleeding off the stone. So much magic danced about it. So many layers of enchantnt wreathed it that even I could feel it.
Zanyia led us along the last ring, the stone just twenty feet away. She kept passing gaps in the stock that bore no footprints. The outline of pit traps ringed it until she reached one. A gap. She smiled and darted through it for the stone, scampering on all fours. I followed after, my heart thudding.
It was ti for Prince inard's power base to crumble. Without his immortal army, he couldn't conquer the world.
Couldn't keep from finding his throat and killing him.
"Aingeal," I said. "Can you disrupt it?"
"Yes, I can," she said with such fierceness. "It would be all my pleasure, my husband."
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Kora Falk
I ripped my fingers out of my pussy, switching hands. I used up so much paint, but my cunt kept a ready supply of juices. The treen had put out half the fire. But they were having trouble reaching the upper branches. I made the parts already drenched sizzle, the flas creeping back down to undo their progress.
The treen groaned in frustration. I took such delight in creating this distraction. I couldn't wait to hear from Ava on how her father reacted when he realized his grand army of imbued statues were lifeless once again.
It made quiver, my pussy squeezing down on my probing fingers, soaking them in more of my juices.
One of the treen let out a frustrated bellow sounding like a massive oak tree groaning as it swayed in a storm. It slamd a foot into the ground before throwing a sheet of water high into the air.
And splashed just below the "flas."
I smirked.
"Mistress," Nathalie hissed.
"Shhh," I said, my fingers dancing before , the pussy juices slowly drying off my digits, transmuted by my Goddess into art.
"No, Mistress, look!" She pointed up.
I lifted my gaze to the top of the blazing tree. I frowned. Why was Aingeal fluttering around my illusion? But, no, this figure lacked her large breasts. It had a more solid build. Male. A cock bobbed before him. A handso and dashing youth, golden hair and butterfly wings reflecting back the illusory fire. He stared down, his eyes blazing with silvery light, like twin moons shining above.
And then my illusion vanished. Suddenly, the pine tree no longer smoldered, no longer even appeared burned. It only looked wet, water dripping from the pine needles. I gasped in shock, my Goddess's prayer ruined. My art destroyed.
My heart hamred. I struggled to think, to wonder what to do next. My entire body tensed, fear demanding I run while my brain struggled to process what was happening. Did the fey know we were here?
Why was he even here. The pixie claid Duke Gallchobhar was gone. Aingeal said he'd be at his palace.
"In the bush," the fey said, his voice light, almost effeminate as he stared right down at . "The whores are in there. Kill them."
"M'lord," creaked one of the treen. He turned, facing us. The ground shook as he strode at us.
"Run!" I shrieked.
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