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Chapter Thirty-Four: Shadow’s Tricks

Sven Falk – Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Las’s cock,” I groaned, throwing Nathalie off of me. The former virgin rolled, on the ground, gasping in shock. Shadows surged around her, wiggling and writhing on the ground like angry snakes.

I stared up at the faerie standing over me, her arms folded beneath her large, soft breasts. Nipple rings glittered as her tits rose and fell. She had purple eyes that almost glowed with an intensity, her pink hair billowing about her hard face. Butterfly-like wings spread wide behind her, the same hue as her hair trimmed in the same purple of her eyes.

“You!” I growled, rolling to my feet, rising naked. The shadows rippled about my feet. “You tricked me into fucking the virgin?”

The faerie arched an eyebrow. “I think you have more important things to worry about than my game,” she said, something mischievous in her voice, a twinkle in her eyes. They flicked, liked they focused on something behind me.

Then the faerie rippled, vanished.

I threw a look behind me, saw nothing but more shadows writhing across the ground. Then I heard something. Over Nathalie’s panicked whimpers and the thrashing in the tent where my sister and Zanyia were tricked into making love, I heard the jangle of metal. That unmistakable clink of armor.

My instincts screamed at me to fetch my weapons. I left my gear by the fire, my short sword sheathed. I raced for it, the shadows billowing about my feet, rippling like inky fog. I struggled to remember everything I knew about faerie.

They hate iron.

They made illusions.

They liked to play tricks.

The faerie we hunted had found us and our best way to capture her, using a virgin as bait, was ruined. She made me think I was fucking Zanyia. Anger surged through me. How that bitch must have laughed as she perched in the trees, watching me ruin all my plans. We needed that faerie to cross over into her world and stop that bastard’s plans.

Something hissed behind me. A sword slashing through the air and—

Pain flared hot across my back, then the wound went icy cold. I stumbled, feeling the blood sheet down my back. I crashed to my knees, my hands snagging my sword hilt. I threw a look behind me, saw an arc of blood splattered across the ground.

And nothing else.

A deep voice rumbled with a cruel laugh.

I ripped my short sword from its sheath, the muscles in my back burning. I hissed agony through my teeth as I raised my weapon in a stance, my heart thudding. Heavy footsteps crunched around me, armor jingling.

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Kora Falk

I shoved my head out of the tent, finally untangled from Zanyia. It had shocked me realizing I sixty-nined with the lamia sex slave instead of Nathalie. I should have realized the trickery when I plunged my tongue deep into what should have been virgin pussy covered by a hymen.

And the taste…. The same flavor of Zanyia’s snatch.

But I was so turned on, I hadn’t paid attention. And now something attacked us. Shadows rippled across the ground. My brother charged naked towards the campfire. I was about to call out to him when he stumbled. Blood spurted from his back. A long, slashing wound flayed open his back. Blood poured down his muscles.

He collapsed on his knees, snarling in pain.

“Sven!” I gasped as he rose, convulsion wracking me.

Then I heard laughter. I spotted the flutter of pink butterfly wings around the trees, the momentary glimpse of a pale, busty body. Anger surged through me. A faerie. Using illusions. Tricking us. But I was a Radiant of Rithi. I was trained in the art of painting. I had mastered it.

And illusions were merely painting with magic.

“Gods damn it!” Sven snarled, stumbling back, blocking an unseen blow. But clumsily. His footing stumbled; his short sword almost knocked out of his hand. “Show yourself, coward!”

A laugh rumbled, deep and cruel. And male.

I frowned. What game was the faerie playing?

I burst out of the tent, standing tall. I knew just the spell to cast. The ruby my brother gave me swung between my breasts, brushing the round slopes. I slid a finger down to my pussy, stirring it through my petals as I gathered the energy. I coated my fingers in my cream, my sexual fluids the perfect paint to use with magic.

Sven’s eyes snapped to me. I nodded to him. “I’ll reveal the truth, brother mine!”

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Sven Falk

I cast my gaze around, sword held before me. That damned laugh rumbled from nearby. I snapped my attention in the direction of the tent, spotted the warrior standing at the entrance. He stood big and burly with the swarthy look of a Shizhuthian human. He had a brutal grin, nose thick, broken. Thick, shaggy hair fell about his cruel face and around broad shoulders. He had only a single pauldron strapped over his left shoulder, bands of metal running down his left arm. He wielded a massive sword that me or another man would need two hands to wield; he gripped it in one.

A smile crossed his lips, throwing his arms wide, inviting attack.

I growled. Blood pumped down my back. I had to end this quick. Big man were slow, especially with a weapon that massive. I had to dodge in beneath his guard and run him through. I had to end this quickly before the blood loss finished me off.

I had to protect my sister, Zanyia, and Nathalie.

I sprang forward. My bare feet slapped at the ground. The warrior grinned at me. He shifted into a fighting stance, raising his sword over my head. I stared at the blade, waiting for it to snap forward and chop down at me, falling with all the force of a meteor to cleave me in half.

“What are you doing, Sven!” Kora shouted in shock, my sister scared for me.

But I had to do this.

The blade snapped forward. The warrior committed to his attack.

I sprang to the right. The blade scythed down past my side. I slipped inside his guard, lunging forward with my weapon.

I had him.

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Zanyia

“What are you doing, Sven!” Kora cried out as Master charged at her. Shadows spun around her, swirling, forming the image of someone else standing in her place. Someone I knew.

Warleader Gorth’in.

My insides twisted, staring at one of Zizthithana’s servants. I trembled, my bowels turning liquid. The shadows writhing. He was here. She sent Gorth’in to punish master for killing my former owner, her servant. I had to do something.

Master didn’t know it was Kora. He only saw the brutal warrior.

The shadows swung as Kora recoiled back in shock. Master dodged around the illusion of a sword, the shadowy attack slamming into the ground as he thrust with a real weapon right at his sister’s breast.

I sprang forward. “No! Master!”

I threw myself between them. My tail straight behind me, my ears twitching. Master’s eyes widened as his sharp blade rammed into my chest. A burning cold reached into my body. A numbness shocked through me. The force of his thrust slammed me back into Kora. She gasped, stumbling back.

I fell off the end of his blade, landing on my stomach. The world spun. I rolled onto my back. Heat spread across my chest, pooling between my breasts. It ran thick and hot across my suddenly cold skin. Pink butterfly wings fluttered through the trees above.

“Zanyia?” Sven gasped in shock.

“Rithi, reveal the truth of beauty around me!” screamed Kora.

Light rippled from her, melting away the shadows. They spread across the ground as the world grew darker and darker before me. Sven fell to his knees beside me, staring down at me with such horror.

“He… tricked… you…” I groaned, spotting the real Gorth’in watching nearby, gripping his massive sword, the end stained crimson with Master’s blood. “Behind…”

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Sven Falk

My entire body shook. I couldn’t believe I stabbed Zanyia. Why did she try to protect the warrior? I stared up at the brutal figure just in time for white light to explode from it. I flinched as truth washed over me, melting shadows.

Revealing my trembling, naked sister, her blonde hair swaying about her slim shoulders. Her blue eyes were wide, full of tears. It crystallized in a heartbeat what I had almost done. What Zanyia had sacrificed herself to stop me from doing.

“Behind…” croaked my lamia, blood bubbling on her lips.

“Kora!” I shouted as I threw a look over my shoulder. “Save her!”

I spotted the massive warrior. He snarled, white light clinging to him, devouring inky tendrils trying to swirl around him. He flung out his left arm, armor creaking, trying to banish the magic coating him. He was a shadowmancer, versed in the naga’s magic of trickery and deception.

Then what about the faerie?

A voice giggled from above as the warrior snorted in frustration. “Pretty trick from the whore.”

“Whore?” I demanded as I rose naked. My back burned. Every movement sent new waves of agony through me. But I had to fight. I had to protect. Kora moved behind me, chanting the healing spell, fixing my mistake.

“How much to give her a poke?” grinned the warrior.

I cocked my head at him, a wave of dizziness washing through me. “How much blood do you have in that body? I bet it’s a lot. Fair price to enjoy my sister”

He thumped his chest. “Try and collect it.” He brandished his sword. “I think this is all I need to pay. Do you think she’ll cum as hard on my cock as yours? I’m bigger in every way.”

“No… you’re… not…” Zanyia yowled behind me. “Shithana told me… how small… you are…”

The man’s eyes narrowed. Then he laughed. “I’ll punish that little slut for that. She needs fresh bruises to decorate her body.”

I gripped my sword with sweaty palm. I had to end this. Same as before. I charged forward. Agony throbbed in my back. His blade flicked out, the massive sword moving so fast. I grunted, raising my small blade to block and—

Metal rang. I stumbled back. The force of his blow knocked me off-balance. I groaned, struggling to recover. He swung again and again, the blade hissing through the air with the speed of a whip. My short sword blurred as I parried.

Each blow shivered down my sword. My arm rattled. I grunted. The force sending me reeling each time. I struggled to stay upright. He grinned at me, his eyes full of pleasure. His blade flicked beneath my guard, scoring across my belly.

A line of blood welled.

“Las’s putrid cock,” I groaned, clutching my abdomen with my free hand. He could have gutted me. Killed me.

The bastard toyed with me.

I stumbled back and fell to my knees. My left hand planted on the ground as I struggled to keep my strength. Blood poured out of me. My legs felt like ice, my fingers nub. I panted. I needed to keep fighting.

The warrior loomed over me, grinning. “Tired already? How can you please that sister of yours with so little stamina?”

I stared up at him, grinned.

He frowned at me. “What are—”

My left hand flung a clod of dirt into his face. The rich, dark soil struck him between the eyes. He snarled, eyes squeezing shut as earth cascaded across his face, leaving dark smears behind. I grunted, lunging forward, thrusting my sword at him.

My belly screaming in agony.

“Naga’s shriveled cunt!” bellowed the warrior. His right foot lashed out before him, a blind kick.

That caught me in the face.

To be continued…

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