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Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Fantasy, Magic, Incest

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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 squirmed in my arm. “Your princess might want to join me.”

My dick throbbed against my sister. “Probably.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed away from me. 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. Unashamed. 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 women 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 Meinard 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 me 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 me.

“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 meadow. And there were so many stocks, each with a person in them. I shivered at that, shaking my head at the monstrosity of Prince Meinard’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 me, 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 treemen. 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 me, reaching high up into the sky, was perfect.

My brother hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. I shuddered, clinging to him. His leather jerkin creaked against me. His hands squeezed my rear through my robe, pulling me 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 me go.

“Mistress,” Zanyia purred as she threw her arms around me. 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 me?” Sven asked, his voice sounding amused. “You’re my slave, remember?”

“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 me. “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 some other scheme in mind. Some other way to get back at him. I wanted to ask why she hated him.

She hugged me, 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 me. 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 me 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 me. My body responded to my touches.

“…one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four…”

My fingers became slippery with juices. I pictured in my head the art I would paint in the real world, the flames 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 me. 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 women slipped deeper and deeper through the stocks, closer and closer to the three treemen 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 claimed 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…”

Time to find out if they’d come.

“…two hundred.”

I took a deep breath as I finished my count. Nathalie let out a whimpering groan beside me. 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 me 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 flames appeared to devour the tree, climbing higher and higher. A harsh, red-orange light flooded the night.

A beacon to draw the treemen away from the lodestone.

To be continued…

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