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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Sven Falk

The treemen lumbered closer and closer. I stared at the Lodestone. Light flashed above. My hands clenched. We were so close. I wanted to just draw my sword and hit the stone. To break it apart and free all those humans behind them.

“Master,” Zanyia yowled. She bristled at my feet. “They’re getting closer.”

“I can hear that,” I snarled. I threw a look over my shoulder at the two approaching treemen towering over the stocks.

An idea popped into my head.

“You take the one on the right,” I snapped.

“Of course, Master.” She paused. “How?”

“I don’t know. But you’re creative, Zanyia. You’ll think of something.”

“And you?”

“I have a dumb idea,” I said, the treemen splitting apart, navigating through the pit traps. “It probably won’t work.”

“I hope it does. I would hate to have to find a new master.” Zanyia gave me a toothy grin. “Where would I find one with a cock as amazing as yours?”

I grinned back at her. “You know just what to say, don’t you?”

“I’m your slave, Master. Swelling your ego is part of the job!” Then she sprang onto the nearby stocks occupied by a naked woman with gray hair. She leaped to the next one, yowling like an angry bobcat.

I took a deep breath as violent light exploded to the right. I winced as more innocents died. I wished I could do something about the duke, but Aingeal would have to handle him. I had my own problems to deal with.

A big problem.

The treeman lumbered closer, towering over me.

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Aingeal

Such anger boiled through me at the spirits. I focused it, ripping at them, whipping them with my will. I cajoled them to lance at Duke Gallchobhar as we danced through the sky. But my attacks were so feeble. He hardly had to think to get the abjuration spirits to disrupt it.

And the evocation spirits…

They were so happy to try and kill me for him.

I swooped to the right, to the left, dodging streams of the spirits. I could feel the delight they took in serving the lord of this land. Tears stung at my eyes. To think even the land would acknowledge Duke Gallchobhar’s usurpation. I thought they would remember my father.

Remember me.

The wind whipping by me as I soared over the field swept off the tears from my cheeks. This wasn’t my home any longer. He poisoned it against me. Turned the land, the spirits, to his side. They gave him fealty and tried to murder their rightful ruler.

This should be my land. My father was dead. I was his heir.

I hated Duke Gallchobhar. I screeched in impotent fury as I dodged and dived. I struggled to together more spirits. While a horde of them danced around him. They were so thick about him, a sea of reds and blues swimming back and forth, I could hardly see him in the middle now. As we flew over the lands, he swept up even more, pulling them to him. They rose from the ground, from the sky, from the forest.

But less and less came for me.

The beams came faster and faster. I clutched to the few abjuration spirits I had, kept them behind me. I couldn’t do anything else. I couldn’t attack any longer. Not with his defenses. Every attack that struck my shield knocked off an abjuration spirit or two.

He seized them.

My defenses dwindled bit by bit. How long could I fight against him? How long before he killed me?

It wasn’t fair. I returned. I should have been welcomed back. They should have helped me overthrow him. It was the right thing to do. They shouldn’t help him with the perversity he committed in Faerie. If the Queen knew about this, she would have him executed.

More tears fell as I dodged another beam. They came so fast. Firing with hardly a heartbeat between them. The sky blazed with streaks of purple light arching in every direction. I zigged, I zagged.

I was dead. I couldn’t keep this up.

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Sven Falk

I dove forward. The branch-like arm of the treeman slammed in the ground behind me. Clods of earth sprayed in the air. Such force in that blow. But would it be enough? I rolled and came to my feet, hacking with my short sword.

I slammed into the woody bark of the treeman’s shin. My sword gouged in an inch. A spray of splinters flew. My weapon rebounded. A jarring ache shook through my hand and into my arm. My elbow creaked.

A short sword was not the right weapon to use here.

The treeman let out a creaking, puffing wheeze. Heezzz-heezzz-heezzz. Laughing at me. “Tickles, little man.”

I sheathed my blade and sprang between his legs, racing behind it. The treeman lumbered to turn around. The ground shook as he followed after me. I raced around the Lodestone as it swung again. I heard the air rushing at me. I ran faster.

I poured my all into it. My legs pumped. My boots thudded on the trampled grass. The air whooshed behind me. A wind swept over me. The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I tripped, sprawling hard and rolling as sprays of dirt flew over me.

Heezzz-heezzz-heezzz. “Did you trip and fall, little man?”

A shadow fell on me.

“Las’s putrid cock!” I snarled and rolled to the side, crashing into the base of the stockade.
The branch-like arm slammed into the dirt where I had lay. The force of the blow sent a hard gust of wind sweeping over me, ruffling my blonde hair. The ground shook. More dirt flew in an explosion from that branch.

It hit hard. Now I just had to get it to strike the right spot.

I stood up as the branch swung laterally across the ground at me. I leaped, pulling my legs up into the ball. The arm surged beneath me, crashing into the stock. I winced as the young man’s body burst free and crashed with a sickening crumple into another stock.

I landed, anger surging through me. “Hit me, you wooden oaf!”

“Nimble, little men. Like grasshopper.” Heezzz-heezzz-heezzz. “Me smash you good!”

Foot raised. I darted away as it slammed down hard. The ground shook. I fought to keep my balance, stumbling into another stock. I gripped it for a moment, then cursed, darting away from it. I couldn’t stay near them. I couldn’t let this thing kill the helpless people I was here to rescue.

I darted around the lodestone. My plan better work. I had no idea how else to kill one of these damned walking trees. I wasn’t a lumberjack.

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Zanyia

The arm slammed into the ground where I stood. I hissed as I flew through the air, my tail shifting to control my balance. I landed on a stock, my foot smashing into the woman’s face. She made not a sound. Then I leaped again at the treeman.

I landed on his rough chest. I scrambled at his bark for purchase. My fingers and toes dug into his knobbly exterior. My tail swished in pleasure as the treeman let out a creaking grunt. He drew back his hand, forming a battering fist, and slammed it at me.

I scrambled up, grabbing his mossy beard. I hauled up and onto his shoulder as he punched himself in the chest. Wood cracked. The treeman shuddered. I clutched onto my perch as his body shook hard. A wheezing cough rumbled from his throat.

I laughed in delight and darted down his back as he reached for me on his shoulder. My claws scraped across his wooden skin. Sawdust and splinters fell around my hands as I dug into his shoulder blades. I bit with sharp teeth, gnawing at him.

“Is this how your kind mates, cat-girl?” the treeman asked. “Back scratching? My cock is in front.”

I spat out a piece of wood? “Mate, with you? I already have one. And his cock is better than yours.”

“That little man? He run from brother. His cock not big like mine. I stretch you out.”

“No thanks. I like keeping my cunt nice and tight.”

“Will be tight on treeman dick!”

“And how are you going to get me to mate with you?” I asked as his hands struggled to reach around him. He wasn’t that flexible, made of all that stiff wood. “You can’t even grab me. I’ll just burrow through your bark bit by bit.” I ripped off another piece and threw it to the ground. “I bet there’s something beneath all this woody exterior that will be fun to sink my teeth into.”

He let out a snort of anger and I laughed in delight.

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Sven Falk

“This is so dumb,” I groaned, pressing my back against the lodestone. “Las’s putrid cum, but this is dumb.”

But I had no choice. The Gods damned treeman just refused to cooperate. He wouldn’t throw his blows where I needed them to land. I glanced up at the sky. Aingeal swooped and dived as beam after beam launched form that damn faerie lord.

He was too high for my throwing daggers or hand crossbow. I couldn’t do anything for her. So I had to do something else. Something that would help. If things were going bad for us, at least I would make Prince Meinard weep.

The Lodestone quivered. I felt it vibrating through my black leather jerkin and into my back. Energy filled it. Brimmed in it. Aingeal had weakened the spell. Now I just had to hope that this would work.

The treeman lumbered up before me, laughing: heezzz-heezzz-heezzz.

And I hoped I could dodge.

“Yes, yes, you scared of treeman, little man.” It drew back its gnarled arm. Wood creaked and groaned together as its joints moved. Its branch-like fingers balled into a thick fist looking as tough as a club wielded by a hulking ogre. “You should be.”

“Just get it over with,” I growled. “Your breath smells like a log rotting in a swamp. Turns my stomach.”

The treeman blinked acorn eyes. “Turn… stomach. How does stomach turn?”

I groaned. Great. I confused him. “Just punch, you Las-damned pile of walking kindling!”

“Kindling!” bellowed the treeman. “You think burn me?”

His fist hurtled at me.

I dove beneath it. I hit the grass with a hard roll. I heard the screaming roar of his punch sweeping over me. Wood cracked into stone as I gained my feet and dove between his legs. A great hum split the air. Then a violent flash of light—

Something punched me in the back. My body flew like a ragdoll. The light bathed around me. Wood snapped and groaned. The treeman bellowed in agony. I struck the grass hard, rolling between stocks. I came to rest on my back, blinking against the bright light staining my vision. I couldn’t see anything but a smearing after blur.

It faded.

Something toppled to the ground. The treeman wheezed. Large thuds rained around me, striking the ground, hitting stocks. More streaked through the air. I blinked against the blur, spotted glowing chunks of something streaking across the skies, a shower of stars that was far, far too close to me.

“It worked,” I groaned, my entire back aching. “It Gods damned work.”

The pieces of the Lodestone fell to ground in blazing streaks. I laughed as the treeman wheezed. I sat up, more and more of my vision returning. My entire back felt peeled. Smoke rose off my leather jerkin. I shuddered at the sight of the treeman’s arm blazing like a torch. He lay on his back, thrashing on top of a crushed stockade.

I winced. “Sorry,” I whispered to the dead human.

The fire ate down the treeman’s arm. He burned so fast. He crackled and popped. His moss beard burst alight. Thick smoke rose in the air. I sucked in a breath, my heart laboring. The world spun about me. I looked up at the two faerie struggling to fly in the sky, dodging the last pieces of the Lodestone soaring through the air.

I groaned and forced myself to stand. My women were still in danger. It wasn’t over.

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Kora Falk

A great light flooded through the trees. A rumbling crack echoed through the air. The treeman pulled my pussy away from his licking tongue. He stared out at the fading illumination. Glowing bits streaked through the air and rained down across the meadow.

“They did it,” I breathed.

The treeman’s grip tightened on my torso. I screamed out in pain. The branch-like fingers rasped across my skin. Everything grew so tight in my stomach. I felt my orgasm shifting as he squeezed me. My back arched. My innards wanted to burst out of my body.

“Our duty!” the treeman snarled. “Pussy distract me. You distract me.”

“Didn’t… mean…” I shuddered. “Kill me… no… no… fucking… my… pussy…” Every word was a labor to speak. His grip tightened. I couldn’t even suck in a breath. My head pounded as all the blood rushed to my skull.

It hurt so badly. I didn’t want to die I didn’t want to be squeezed so hard my head popped off.

“Bad pussy!” roared the tree.

My brother’s face filled my mind. I held onto it. I hoped he would be happy with Ava. That she would help him grieve my death. I didn’t want it to consume him. He’d already lost our parents and our sister.

Any more pain might destroy him.

To be continued…

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