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Aingeal

The pegasus soared through the starry skies of Faerie. Seven of the twenty-three moons shone in the sky right now. Shy Violet, sad Azure, and bold Vermilion were all full, their light panting beautiful highlights on the white mane of my mount.

I tried to appreciate it, to drink in all the beauty I could because… Because Queen Sidhe would order my execution. I had afflicted her with the touch of iron. It wasn’t supposed to happen to Queen Sidhe. I had planned on playing my prank on a rival of my father, but Duke Gallchobhar had interfered. He ensured the Queen of Faerie walked through that trellis and triggered my trap, that she was coated in iron dust.

How the queen had screamed.

There was no hiding from such an assault. I could have feigned ignorance of the pain caused to Lady Oona (my actual target), but not to Queen Sidhe… I had no choice but to grovel before the throne and beg for her forgiveness. Banishment for me while my father was stripped of his title. He died not long after, his heart broken by my crime.

In my lust for vengeance on Duke Gallchobhar, I didn’t even considered that we would get caught. I didn’t think there would be a warning. Not after twenty years. But Queen Sidhe maintained her vigil. Duke Gallchobhar was dead, but that didn’t bring my father back to life. It didn’t restore our lands to us. It didn’t end my banishment.

It just lead to my death. I was alive. I was even happy for those brief hours with Sven. Maybe we did some good, but I didn’t care about freeing those humans. I didn’t care about even helping Sven and Kora. I just wanted to see that bastard dead.

Now he was, and soon I would die.

It hardly felt like revenge was worth it. I didn’t want to be killed by iron. To feel its foul touch burning my flesh from the inside, a fire raging through my veins slowly killing me. I would scream and scream and scream.

I would never see Sven in this life again.

I glanced at my husband flying at the lead with Princess Siona. He had impressed the princess with his prowess in the bed. But Queen Sidhe had millennia of life on her daughter. The queen was the first faerie ever birthed by Cernere from her union with Las. Others followed, but she lived, ageless, guiding our people. She created Faerie to escape the mortal world and their traps of iron with which they sought to own us and use our abilities. Her will had dominated our people since our creation.

And Sven wasn’t one to submit. He liked to seize women, mold them to his will, get them to please him by showing them rapture. It wouldn’t work on Queen Sidhe. If he tried to dominate her, she would laugh in his face. It would offend her. Her every whim was granted by any faerie. None of us would disobey her.

I had to let Sven know. He would have to swallow his dominating pride. He would have to submit to her lusts, to do what she reacquired, no matter what she desired, if he wanted to save me. My heart thudded in my chest.

Could he do it? Could he swallow his instincts?

I squirmed, wanting to flutter my wings. I missed them so much. I felt so… so incomplete without them. I pushed that down. It hardly mattered now. If Sven didn’t convince Queen Sidhe to be merciful, it wouldn’t matter that Duke Gallchobhar’s attack burned away my wings.

But how could I tell Sven? I squirmed, the diamond manacles about my wrists held a powerful enchantment. The spirits that danced through Faerie ignored me. I was no different from a human to them. They wouldn’t obey my will and send a message to Sven. I glanced around the skies, debating my options.

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

I decided to implement my plan first thing in the morning. I knew Shevoin would be tired. Father would have kept him up all night as they plotted new strategies while I was relatively rested. Well, as well rested as I could be given my excitement twisting through my body.

I would finally escape my father. I would get far, far away from the lusts that gripped me.

I dressed in a tight-bodice gown of blue silk while Gretla styled my hair into strawberry-blonde curls. She wore a low-cut gown of simple green, her large breasts swaying in the bodice. Her tits almost spilled out, her nipples hard and on prominent display.

I needed to get the mage on my side. There would be no escape if Shevoin’s magic tracked me down. I didn’t know if this would work. I just had to hope it would. I glanced at myself in my dressing mirror, the silver polished to such a gleam that I could see myself in it, my face youthful, my cheeks pink with my blush of arousal.

My pussy dripped with excitement. I should go find father and…

I pushed down that incestuous lust. I wouldn’t ever sleep with my father again. If I did… I would never escape. I could feel it in my chest. If I submitted to his lusts, he would utterly claim me. I would be lost to this spell. I would be his whore.

I would bear his son and heir.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Princess?” Greta asked.

“Very sure,” I told her and rose. “You do not have to come with me though.”

“I do.” She hugged me tight. “I’m your servant, your Highness. I…” She bit off her words, her blue eyes growing misty. She looked away from me.

“I love you, too,” I told her, squeezing her tight. “And we’ll be happy with Sven.” Far, far away from my father and his huge cock. Oh, that dick would feel so nice sliding into my pussy. He would be so exhausted right now, needing me to love him, to…

I clenched Greta tight. She squeaked and squirmed. “Princess!”

“Sorry,” I gasped, shaking my head and releasing her. “We have to do this. We can’t let anything stop us.”

“Is it…that bad? Your… desires?”

“They’re destroying me.” I could be honest with her unlike with Sven. He would never understand that I cheated on him over and over with my father. “I have to do this.”

She took my hands, squeezing them. “Then we shall. Come on. I will get Shevoin wrapped about my finger, then you spring the trap.”

“You mean your pussy will be wrapped about his cock,” I said, forcing some levity that I didn’t feel.

“It’s not a bad cock,” she said and shivered, a smile spreading on her lips. “Will Sven’s cock be a nice one?”

“It’s the best,” I told her, another lie. Father’s was. I wanted him in me right this moment… I took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this before I throw myself at Father.”

Greta nodded.

We hurried through the castle, passing the other servants. My heart thudded faster and faster. I licked my lips, hoping this would work. It should. It had to. I didn’t have any other options of escape than with Shevoin’s help.

And he had already betrayed my father once for Gretla’s pussy.

We reached the mage’s bedroom. I nodded to a pair of maids, white kerchiefs holding back their flaxen hair, passing. They saw us at his door, their eyes wide. They whispered as they scurried away, no doubt thinking that I came to Shevoin to have an affair with him.

Good. That gossip would help.

I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and knocked loudly on the door. It was time to blackmail a master mage. I hoped this would work.

To be continued…

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