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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Aingeal

My wings flapped frantically as I dodged a burning piece of the Lodestone. I swept around it, felt the heat of the blazing stone. I didn’t know how Sven did it. But he found away. I grinned as I straightened up my flight.

If he could find a way to destroy the lodestone, then I could find a way to defeat Duke Gallchobhar. I just had to wound him and…

Iron.

Spirits made poor defense against iron and my husband was covered in throwing knives. He had his hand crossbow. He could inflict real damage on the bastard. I cast my gaze around and spotted him struggling to stand up near the smoking ruin of the Lodestone and a burning treeman.

I smiled and turned, diving for him.

A purple beam soared over my head. I shuddered. The duke had recovered from the explosion and hunted me. I flapped faster and faster, streaking for the ground and for Sven. I shouted his name, needing to get his attention and—

Energy surged behind me. I twisted my body, diving harder for the ground. The evocation spirits encased in the beam of purple magic slammed into my wings. Pain burned. My wings dissolved in the attack of the spirits. I shoved them away as the world tumbled, fighting to keep them from finding my flesh.

From killing me.

“Sven!” I screamed in fear, the ground and sky whirling past me as I plummeted towards the ground.

Arms caught me. Sven grunted, stumbling to his knees as he cradled me in his arms. I whimpered in pain, my butterfly wings burned down to numbing wounds on my back. My head swirled as I stared up at his blue eyes.

Such loving blue eyes. He caught me. He saved my life. Kora was right to trick me into agreeing to be his husband. She knew this man. Behind his cavalier attitude and mocking grin, he had such a loving heart.

The pain swallowed my thoughts and plunged me into soothing darkness.

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Zanyia

The treeman staggered as the light flooded around him. I clutched to his back as a great roaring surged through the air. I gripped on tight and laughed even louder as chunks of the Lodestone rained down from the sky.

“That’s what a real man does with a real cock!” I yowled. “Not some wooden mockery, but real flesh and blood!”

The treeman roared in maddened rage. My tail swished. I ripped out another chunk of his bark and there it was. I could see the softer wood beneath, that pulpy flesh oozing a clear liquid. The scent of sweet sap filled my nostrils.

I had him.

I dug my claws into his flesh. His maddened roar became one of creaking pain. He twisted and swayed his back, trying to jerk me off with violence of his body. My claws gripped his wood, fighting against the force wanting to throw me off of him.

I wouldn’t be thrown off so easily. When he tired, I tore out another chunk, my fingers grown sticky with sap. It ran thick down my fingers. I purred so loudly, my ears twitching. I would find his gnarled tree heart and rip it to pieces.

With a mighty bellow, the treeman threw himself backward.

The air rushed past me. The ground soared up at us. My eyes widened in realization. With a yowl, I leaped to the right moments before he made booming impact with the earth. I landed on nimble hands and feet, my tail swishing to keep my balance.

“That’s not fair!” I hissed. “Cheater!”

He let out a rumbling laughter as he pushed himself to his feet. Now how was I supposed to kill him?

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Sven Falk

Aingeal went limp in my arms. Fear clutched at my heart, banishing the pain in my back. I struggled to breathe until I saw my faerie-wife’s breasts rise and fall. She breathed. She lived. But she was in so much pain. I could feel the charred skin on her back.

Anger boiled through me. Wings flapped above. The faerie lord descended, that beautiful face gloating at the pain he inflicted on my Aingeal. My heart pumped anger through my veins as I stared at Duke Gallchobhar. He settled on the ground before me.

“Well, human, you have cost me greatly tonight,” he said, purple energy dancing around him.

With care, I set Aingeal on the grass beside me. She let out a soft whimper of pain. Her face contorted for a moment. Her eyes fluttered open, but they were unfocused, not seeing anything. They closed a moment later with a sigh, her head lolling to the right.

“This will be a mess,” the duke sighed, shaking his head. “Already, they are waking up.”

Around me I could see blinking faces trapped in the stocks. Men and women groaning, shuddering. Some coughed. Others cried. Shouts rose. Wood rattled. They fought to break free, their feet digging into the ground.

“I’m glad I could be a pain in your ass,” I said.

“How droll,” he said. “I see Aingeal still maintains the same quality of companionship as before.”

My hand drifted down to my short sword.

Energy hummed in his hand. A beam of purple energy shot forward, a sword of light. He drew it up before him, his feet shifting, his wings folding back behind him. My hand reached the handle of my short sword, gripped it. My heart beat faster and faster.

His muscles tensed.

He sprang at me.

The light blade hissed through the air. I dodged to the right. IT flashed past my face, leaving a streak of green light blazing across my vision. My sword rattled from my sheath, swung through the air. Smoke flared.

The duke screamed in pain.

His right butterfly wing spun through the air, fire burning at it. On his back was the seared stump of the wing oozing blood. He staggered to his feet. His head threw back as he plunged the light sword into the grass. Stalks sizzled.

His blood boiled on my blade.

“That’s right. Faeries can’t tolerate iron?” I drew a throwing knife in my off-hand. “And I have plenty of it.”

He whirled around, face twisted in maddened pain, no longer beautiful. Shadows made deep crags, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness cast by his eyebrows. He brandished his blade as I flicked my knife.

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Zanyia

I scampered from the treeman. He bellowed in fury, his wood cock thrusting out hard before him. I darted past one of the pit traps then dashed between the next stocks. The inhabits yelled at me, struggling to break free.

“Just hold on!” I said, the treeman lumbering after me.

“Bad pussy!” it snarled.

“Yep, I’m bad pussy,” I said.

The air whooshed. I jumped. His arm smashed the ground hard, splashing a naked woman struggling to break out of her stockade in mud and grass. I landed with a purring laugh, throwing a mocking grin at the treeman.

“You have to try harder than that to squash this naughty pussy!” I wiggled my ass at him, flashing my tight slit between my thighs. “You’ll never get in this snatch. So you have to kill me. So pathetic! No wonder every woman prefers flesh and blood cock to limp, wooden dicks!”

He roared again and punched.

I dodged. The impact jarred open the nearby pit trap I avoided. I landed beside it, peering down into the depths. I shuddered at the sight of the spikes down there. At least a fifty-foot droop and then impalement.

It was such overkill. Nobles had to much time on their hands.

“Bad pussy!”

I darted away, the treeman following. Even made of plants, men were so easily offended by mocking their dicks.

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Kora Falk

I was dead. I closed my eyes, ready to embrace my afterlife in the Adamant Palace. An eternity of practicing my art beneath the Goddess Rithi’s tutelage. Finding new ways to create something beautiful. Something stirring. I would miss my brother. Ava and Zanyia and Aingeal and Nathalie would help him grieve me.

A silver moon flashed by my face and buried into the arm of the treeman. The monster bellowed in pain. Pale sap spurted around the crescent object. Wood creaked. Then the treeman’s arms snapped with a loud crack. I plummeted to the ground.

And saw an armored woman wrench free not a moon, but the wickedly curved head of an ax. I gaped at her. She stood tall, her face delicate and inhuman, an exotic beauty with a small nose and dainty cheekbones at odds with the armor that molded to her curvy figure. The martial embodiment of beauty. Her eyes flashed like helidors, as pure yellow as the sun. Short, white hair swayed about her pure-black face, darker than even a Halanian, as she swung the warhammer gripped in her other hand.

And crashed it into the leg of the treeman.

Wood splintered. The knee joint shattered into jagged pieces. She felled the monster, her ax swinging a final time as she slammed it down into the monster’s head, severing it. Pale sap splattered the silver breastplate of her armor, running down the curving swells to contain her large breasts.

“Aoi Si,” I gasped, recognizing the divinity standing before me. A demigoddess, one of Rithi’s daughters from her tryst with the hermaphroditic Goddess of the Hunt. “You’re an aoi si.”

“Radiant Kora,” the armored figure said, her voice throaty and formal. Her armor creaked as she bowed before me. “I have arrived in time.”

“In time?” I blinked.

“You are in grave danger, Radiant. You have walked unknowingly into ancient evil. It wreathes around you and you know it not, a lodestone that draws evil unto you.”

I blinked at her, clutching my hands to my chest, brushing the ruby pendant my brother gave me. “What? Did Rithi send you?”

“My mother is concerned for your soul, Radiant,” the aoi si said. “But first, your brother still lingers in peril. Let us attend to him. I shall make all clear once he is safe.”

I clutched the pendant hard in my hand. “Yes!”

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Zanyia

I leaped between the stocks and landed on the ground. I whirred around to face the treeman and backed up as he lumbered around the stockades between us. He didn’t trample them, but walked between them like he had on guard duty.

Perfect.

“Come on,” I said, standing up. I shoved my hand down my stomach to my tawny bush. “My bad pussy is right here. Come and smash it with that puny, little twig!”

“Is big twig!” the treeman bellowed, grabbing his massive cock, easily the size of Sven’s arm. He wagged it at me as he marched forward, raising up his arm.

He stepped between the stocks. On the patch of ground that I had jumped over. It didn’t support his weight.

The treeman dropped into the pit trap with a bellowed grunt of surprise. A moment later, came a loud crash and the cracking snap of dried wood. The monster croaked in pain. I scampered to the edge of the pit trap, grinned down at him.

He lay in a splintered mass, clear swap running from his many wounds. He looked like a rotten log hit by an ax and burst into pieces. “Oops, you can never trust bad pussy, can you?”

He let out a final, creaking groan then went still. Dead.

Now I just had to go and save Master.

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Sven Falk

Pain wreathed me. The faerie lord didn’t bother attacking me. Instead, he lifted me into the air with his magic. Lightning zapped from the aura of purple that engulfed me. My back bent in a rictus of pain. Time slowed as my body spasmed.

My eyes watched the tumbling knife.

It spun with an almost lazy path, tumbling end over end. The blade flashed in the purple light. The duke swept his light sword at it. Energy sizzled. His weapon flickered out. The duke’s eyes widened.

The knife buried in his throat.

As his blood sizzled. I dropped to the ground. My legs folded beneath me. I fell onto my raw back. I winced in pain, my entire body trembling. I tried to move. Tried to speak, but only moans of pain burst from my lips.

“Master!”

Zanyia appeared over me, hale and hearty. Her eyes were wide, her ears twitching. She stroked my face. I couldn’t just lie here whimpering. Not before my slave. I sucked in a deep breath, warring with the agony shooting through my body.

“See you… figured it out…”

“I’m a bad pussy,” she said.

I was in too much pain to ask about that.

“I’ll go get Kora,” she said, biting her lip. “I hope she’s okay. That third treeman is still out there.”

“The third treeman is dead!”

Kora appeared, holding her robes over her arm. Her torso was scratched and raw, blood oozing down her hip. She looked so disheveled and yet so beautiful. My sister fell to her knees beside me, the pendant I gave her bouncing between her round breasts.

“I’ll fix you up, brother mine,” she said, plunging her fingers into her pussy.

“Aingeal,” I said. “She’s hurt… worse.”

“And I’m right here,” my sister said, pulling out her fingers.

Another figure appeared, a woman with short, white hair, skin as black as night, and eyes that almost glowed like a pair of yellow moons. Plate armor clad her body, molded to her curvy flesh. She stared at me impassively. I groaned, blinking my eyes.

“Whose your friend?”

“My mother named me Ealaín,” she responded, her voice had a deep, husky cadence.

“An aoi si sent by my Goddess,” Kora said.

“Sent, why?”

“For the evil your sister wears around her neck. The Phylactery of the Biomancer Vebrin. The true prize you liberated from the servants of the naga Zizthithana.”

Kora froze. Her hand grabbed the red ruby I gave her. I “liberated” it from the Shizhuthian warleader who owned Zanyia’s tent before I killed him. Then I shivered. “The Biomancer? The one who made half the monsters that plague the world?”

“The very same. His servant has long searched for the receptacle of his soul; his phylactery.” Ealaín shifted. “With it, the Paragon can restore the mad warlock to life so he can continue his vile research. You are in grave danger for it has fallen upon you to stop this great evil from happening.”

“Great,” I groaned.

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Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch

I couldn’t sleep as I lay beside my father. I kept waiting for word from Sven, for him to activate my proxy and tell me that he had destroyed the Lodestone. That he’d robbed my father of his foul army of statues.

Slaves. Thousands and thousands of slaves. It made my skin crawl pressed against him. The ardor that had consumed me earlier, driven me to writhe atop him, had faded right now. I wanted to vomit. I hated how much I craved his touch.

I wanted this to be over. I wanted him defeated by my Sven.

A loud commotion echoed outside my father’s chamber. A servant shouted. Someone roared back. My father stirred, coming awake. He sat up, his arm pulling out from beneath my head. I clung to him, feigning fear as the door threw open.

Master Mage Shevoin entered, sucking in deep breaths. “It’s been destroyed.”

“What?” my father growled.

“The Lodestone, your Highness. The Lodestone has been destroyed.”

Triumph surged through me. Sven and his women did it. We were one step closer to defeating my father. I was hear to witness the horror sweeping across his face. The knowledge that his greatest weapon in holding onto his conquered territory was taken from him.

His dream of becoming the next High King crumbled before him. It was beautiful to witness.

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