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Sven Falk

Aingeal’s wings fluttered as she concentrated on the Lodestone. Her eyes grew unfocused, her breathing slowing, her large breasts rising and falling. Light played along the gold rings piercing her nipples.

“What do you think she’s doing, Master?” Zanyia asked as she crouched beside me in that cat-like manner she was fond of. Her tawny years twitched and flicked, her tail swishing behind her.

“Breaking the stone,” I answered.

“I know that,” the lamia said. I could hear the eye roll in her words. “But how? She’s just staring at it.”

“I’m directing the spirits that neither of you can see,” Aingeal said, her voice strained. “But they are not very cooperative here. We are trespassing.”

She said that last word with such vehemence. I hadn’t pried at her loathing for Duke Gallchobhar, but it was clear she detested the faerie lord. He had done something to Aingeal that got her banished from her home to our world.

If he worked with Prince Meinard in something as heinous as this… My gaze swept around the humans in the stocks, drooling, their souls slaved to statues in our world. I could only imagine the crimes Duke Gallchobhar committed against my new faerie-wife.

My hand rested on Zanyia’s head, scratching between her ears. They flicked against my flesh. A purr rose in her throat. Her tail swished faster, jutting out against the pale, naked swell of her ass. Her back arched, supple skin almost glowing in the alien moonlight of Faerie.

“The enchantment is strong,” Aingeal added. “A mage of some strength did this.”

“Yes, Ava mentioned her father employs a master mage. This is his work. Magic combined with imbuing to make this… monstrosity.”

Zanyia let out an angry hiss.

“This will take some time,” Aingeal added. Her jaw set. Her big breasts jiggled as she stamped her feet. “Come on, spirits. Stop fighting me. This was my father’s land! Don’t you remember me?”

Father’s land?

Then I saw it. More than strain to disenchant the Lodestone tensed her face. Pain twitched her cheeks and set her jaw. Yes, Duke Gallchobhar had hurt her. Done something terrible to her family. Killed her father? Definitely usurped her family’s land. So that made her a duke’s daughter. A noble faerie.

Her wings fluttered. Then purple energy flickered around the edges. I saw faint glimmers streaming from her hands towards the lodestone. A nimbus flickered around the stone. An aura just perceptible to my sight.

Zanyia’s ears flicked. “Master!”

“What?” I asked, scratching between her ears.

The ground shook. Thud. Thud. Thud. I groaned, throwing a look over my shoulder. Two of the treemen trudged towards us. In the distance, my sister’s bonfire no longer roared, her illusion snuffed out. My stomach twisted. A sick oil writhed through my guts then through my veins. My heart ached, laboring to pump blood through me.

“Kora!”

“Master!” Zanyia shouted again. Then she threw her slender body into me.

She caught me off-balance. I stumbled to the side, my lamia slave’s limbs wrapped about my body, her entire form trembling. I opened my mouth to shout at her and throw her off when something flashed down from the sky striking where I stood.

Purple energy burst, leaving a scorch mark on the ground.

Wings flapped above. A faerie appeared, looking like a young and beautiful man. The type of effeminate perfection that could almost pass for the feminine but has too much masculine in the square of the jaw and the muscles of the chest.

Duke Gallchobhar.

Purple energy swirled in front of him as he aimed at Aingeal.

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Aingeal

“Aingeal! Above!”

Sven’s shout jerked my head from my task. I stopped directing the blue abjuration spirits at the lodestone when I saw him. Duke Gallchobhar fluttered in the sky above. Evocation spirits rushed in front of him. The red balls of light danced and swirled into a blast of energy, purple light flaring at the edges as he directed the attack at me.

My heart exploded in fright, my stomach sinking.

My wings flapped hard as I redirected the abjuration spirits. They fought my will. They didn’t want to obey me in the presence of the duke. But I grit my teeth and ripped them into place as the beam lanced down. The air crackled with energy. The evocation spirits hurtled down at me encased in purple plasma.

The attack slammed into the abjuration spirits.

Violet energy rippled before me. The air crackled. My skin tingled from the released energy. Sven and Zanyia shouted, the pair thrown to the ground by one of the stocks, my husband cradling the lamia in his arms as they hit.

The beam ended. The evocation spirits surged in every direction, bouncing off my shield. They recovered, arching back towards him for another attack. I leapt into the air, my butterfly wings flapping with frantic need.

A beam knifed at me. It swept beneath my feet as I soared higher and higher. The energy struck my feyhound, shattering its wicker body and releasing the spirits animating it. Then the attack crashed into a stock. Wood pulverized. The insensate human didn’t make a sound as the evocation spirit blasted his flesh into torn bits of bloody meat.

“You monster!” I snarled at him, anger at losing Cú Mheá swept up in the horror of the poor humans death. “Have you no propriety! To hurt the innocent.”

“If you hadn’t dodged it, Aingeal, he would still live,” the duke said, his voice melodious, even beautiful. Far too beautiful.

How did I ever love this thing? How could I miss his black heart? That damned smile!

“So you would murder a daughter of Cernere?” I demanded. “Murder her where she stands.”

“It’s death for you to return to Faerie after what you did, Aingeal.” He grinned. “Covering our beloved queen in iron… She still remembers the pain.”

“Only because you arranged for her to enter the glade! You used me to destroy my father and usurp his land.”

“Does that take away your guilt?” He asked. “You brought iron into Faerie. You plotted to dump it on your father’s rival. Is that any better than the Queen herself?”

“Duchess Oona deserved to be covered in iron for what she did! And so do you! My father is dead because of what you did.”

He shook his head. “Always blaming others for your actions, Aingeal. You broke his heart. You sent him to his grave with your treason against our beloved Queen.”

I screeched in rage. My will shot out to the spirits of evocation swirling around him, grabbing those at the edge to fashion my own attack. They fought me. The little balls shuddered and darted back and forth, struggling to escape my will as I fashioned my attack.

Duke Gallchobhar had no such trouble. The spirits of evocation flocked to him. They swirled around him like larks singing to a pair of lovers. I gritted my teeth and threw my attack at him with a screech of rage, a pitiful beam of purple energy with only a dozen evocation spirits in the core.

With a negligent wave of his hand, a horde of blue abjuration spirits swirled about him. They formed a vortex, deflecting my attack with ease. The evocation spirits I sent to kill him didn’t return to me. They darted to him, gathering in his hand.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I screamed as he aimed his beam.

I dived.

The air crackled above me. The heat of his attack licked at the soles of my feet as I darted for the stocks, glimpsing Sven and Zanyia fighting with the treemen. I pulled out of my descent, my wings flapping hard. Energy built behind me.

I dashed to the right.

A magenta beam hissed by. My right wing ached from the heat of its passage. The attack struck the ground in a violet explosion. Stocks ripped apart. Three more humans killed, unable to defend themselves. Tears stung in my eyes.

I had to do something!

I reached out to the world. I gathered more abjuration spirits. I yanked the unwilling entities to me. I forced them to swirl around me as I climbed. A purple beam struck my new shield. Abjuration spirits flew in all directions, knocked free by the intensity of the attack.

I struggled to draw them back to me. I fought against his will. They recognized his authority. The spirits that once served my father now obeyed his usurper. Such anger boiled through me. I climbed higher and higher, struggling to snatch up every spirit I could that the bastard didn’t control.

It wasn’t enough.

A beam shot at me.

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Kora Falk

I crashed through the brush as the treeman stomped after me. The vegetation parted around him. Trees bent out of the way. Bushes pulled back their branches to let the towering monster follow. The treeman creaked and groaned with every booming step.

I had to think. I needed to think. What could I do?

I dodged around a thick pine tree, its trunk as wide as I was tall. I circled it. The trunk was too big to bend out of the treemen’s way. He lumbered around it, struggling to get to me as my mind whirled. What could I do?

I was a radiant of Rithi. I had her blessing. I had mastered the Arts of Painting, Dancing, and Love-Making. I had spells at my disposal. Illusions would not work. Not when the treeman knew I could make them. And that faerie lord might still be around. He could just disrupt them.

Invisibility?

Rithi’s spell didn’t grant complete invisibility. Moving gave you away.

I could daze it. One of the spells from my mastery of painting. Yes, yes, I could daze it. Nathalie had already escaped. The other two treemen headed back to the lodestone. My brother would need my help there.

I needed fresh paint. I shoved my hand between my thighs, my pussy still juicy from my masturbation. A hot shudder ran through me as I stroked myself. I gathered the cream on my fingers and then darted to the right now, putting myself out before the treeman.

He let out a creaking bellow. Something hard thrust from his crotch, a polished shaft of wood. I shuddered. Treemen were sons of Las, an all-male race. They would need dual-sex females, such as a human woman like me, to reproduce with.

I did not want to be seeded with a treeman’s sapling.

I flicked my fingers before me, spraying my pussy juice at the monster and shouted, “Rithi, paint an image of profound beauty for his appreciation.”

Magic flashed in the air before it. An image of a willowy tree appeared, faint and shimmering to me, but to the treeman, it should entrance it. Blossoms appeared, orange and delicate. I shuddered, backing away slowly and—

The treeman’s branch-like arm swept through the dazing illusion. For some reason, the treeman wasn’t affected by the spell. He saw through it. Perhaps he’d been in Faerie too long and built up an immunity to illusions.

Or perhaps his race had no appreciation of art.

I ducked his branch, my heart racing. I rolled onto my hands and feet, scrambling to dart away. My feet slipped on pine needles and wet earth, soaked by the treeman’s futile attempt to put out my illusory fire.

“No!” I gasped as the treeman creaked behind me.

Its hand seized me by the waist. Woody fingers wrapped about my naked torso. I screamed as he hauled me up into the air. My hands beat at its gnarled knuckles. My feet kicked in the air as my hair swept behind me. The treeman lifted me up to face his acorn eyes. They twitched, studying me. The moss-like beard bristled.

A thick tongue appeared from his mouth, licking at my thigh, gathering my juices.

“Rithi, no!” I shouted as my skin crawled. My breasts heaved, the ruby pendant bouncing between my tits. I had to think of another spell. How could I get out of this short of having sex with him?

But if he had sex with me… I could entrance him that way. I could use magic to befuddle his mind to me, make him a slave to my pussy. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter as his tongue reached my snatch.

And licked across it.

I bucked and moaned out in humiliated pleasure. His gnarled tongue felt good rasping across my shaved pussy lips.

To be continued…

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