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Story Codes: Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Domination/submission

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Sven Falk – Queen Sidhe’s Palace, Faerie

I rose from Queen Sidhe’s bed, certainty settling upon me. I knew what to do: rescue Aingeal. No choice. I wouldn’t let my faerie-wife perish. I brought her here. I promised to protect her. My eyes fell on Princess Siona. She took a step back from me, her purple-and-black butterfly wings fluttering behind her.

“Sven…?” she asked, her voice tight. “I know you care for her. I’m sorry, I tried to—”
I grabbed her by the shoulders, my fingers gripping hard. I pulled her naked form to me. She squeaked in shock, her big breasts bouncing before her. Her eyes widened. The air suddenly crackled with energy around her. She had power. She could throw me around like a ragdoll.

I moved my hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. I hefted them, feeling their lush weight. My fingers swiped around her nipples. She let out a whimpering sigh. She may have magical powers, she could bend me into a knot and leave me hanging from the ceiling, but I didn’t care. I would master her.

“You’re going to help me save Aingeal,” I told her, putting all my confidence, my dominance into her as I stroked those fat nipples of her. She shuddered, the glittering gold sparkling across her pale skin.

“N-no, I’m not, Sven. I tried to help her. For you. But you didn’t convince my mother. I’m sorry.”

“Do you remember how hard I made you cum?”

She nodded her head, her nipples so hard against me. She shifted her hips, her wings fluttering around behind her. I massaged those nubs, making her hips squirm. She let out a whimper. Her lips parted, glistening, begging to be kissed.

“I made you explode, and you promised to help me.” I released her right breast, sliding my left hand down her taut stomach to her purple bush. Her juices soaked her silky hairs. Her thighs parted for me, welcoming my touch. When I reached her pussy, her back arched in wanton invitation. Her hips writhed from side-to-side, savoring my touch. “And you’re going to help me save her.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

I rubbed my fingers through her folds, feeling the heat of her cunt. My fingers slipped into her depths, her juicy pussy clenching down on my digits, begging to be filled by my cock. I curled my digits, sliding them along silky walls until I found that one spot.

Her pupils dilated. She let out a wanton moan as I massaged her.

“You can,” I growled. “You just chose not to. I just need information.” My fingers circled her spot, the bundle of pleasure every woman had buried in her pussy.

Her snatch squeezed and relaxed on my fingers over and over, her juices dripping down my digits out of her.

“Do you think it’s right? She helped undo a great perversion happening in your mother’s lands. You said it yourself when you saw the stocks.”

“I know,” she said, her voice quivering. “I saw. But… She assaulted my mother.”

“She didn’t mean to. Duke Gallchobhar tricked her. He arranged for your mother to come through there.”

“She meant that iron dust for someone,” the faerie princess groaned. “She meant to hurt someone badly. It was a malicious joke.”

“I know. And I’ll take her from faerie. She’ll never return. Her punishment for her crime. But she doesn’t deserve to die because she returned to Faerie to save people.”

Princess Siona shifted her hips more, her eyes fluttering as I massaged the spot in her cunt faster and faster. My fingers rubbed in circles on it, pressing hard against her slick, inner flesh. My dick throbbed hard before me, wanting to penetrate her. I grasped her left nipple in my other hand, pinching and twisting her fat nub.

Her wings spread wide. Her head arched back.

“So good,” she groaned. “Sven… That’s so good.”

“Tell me how to save her,” I crooned, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “You don’t have to help us more. You don’t have to do anything to betray your mother.”

“She’ll know,” Siona whimpered, her hips shifting from side-to-side.

“That you answered a few of my questions? That a human took advantage of your kindness?” I stopped rubbing her pussy.

She gasped, “No, don’t stop.”

“Then just help me, Your Highness.” I licked her earlobe, her cunt clenching down hard on my digit. “Anything you can tell me.”

“Aingeal will be held in the cages until noon tomorrow,” she said. “At dawn, she’ll be at her least guarded.”

“When is dawn?” I asked. “It’s always night here.”

“You’ll know it,” she panted. “The glow in the castle dwindles. You’ll notice it dying as dawn approaches. Then it’ll be renewed. That’s when there is a shift change with the guard. It’ll distract them. Your best chance to free her but…”

I rubbed her special spot. She let out a whimper, her voice so throaty.

“But we won’t be able to get her out of the castle, will we?” I asked.

“You could, but you’d never make it to the mushroom ring through which you entered Faerie.” The princess’s pussy clenched on my fingers as she spoke. I remembered the mushroom ring, a circle we found in the Forest of Lhes that Aingeal used to open a portal. “Mother’s forces will hunt you down. You won’t have much time before alarms ring out.”

“But you know a better way, don’t you?” I asked her. I kissed at her jaw, caressing that special spot as I moved towards her mouth. “What is it?”

“In my mother’s… private garden… is a mushroom ring,” moaned Siona, her lips so wet. Her body quivered, on the verge of her orgasm. “But her garden is warded by spirits. Any who enter it without her permission will be detected. The entire castle shall ring with warning. Guards will swarm you before you can even reach the center. I can’t give you permission or do anything about the soldiers.”

“That’s our problem,” I said and kissed her.

She pressed against me. Her pussy clenched hard on my digits. Then she writhed against me, moaning into my lips. Silky flesh convulsed about my fingers, juices flooding out of her as her orgasm spilled through her body. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, swirling around as her orgasm surged through her.

I held the kiss for a moment longer, then ripped my fingers out of her juicy depths. I had to find my women. We had plans to make.

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Zanyia

Master’s quarters in the palace were dazzling. Literally. With everything made of gold crystal, the light in the room reflected back at us from every direction, painting panels of bright light across our bodies. These faerie must be impressed by stuff like this, but it was distracting. My body twitched. I kept wanting to dart at any shifting beams of light and chase them around the room. My tail swished behind me, bristling with anticipation.

So instead of that, I crawled onto Master’s lap as he sat down on his bed, the frame made of twisted braids of gold shaped like leafy vines. Mistress Kora sat beside him, with Ealaín standing before them and Nathalie kneeling on the floor, her twin braids of blonde hair falling down to her naked breasts.

Her titties were as tiny and cute as mine.

Master scratched absently at my tawny hair between my two ears. They twitched, and I purred happily as he explained to us what Princess Siona told him. He was such a wonderful man. I wasn’t surprised at all that he wanted to rescue Aingeal. Not after he tried to free me from slavery, which was so foolish of him, but also so endearing.

I loved him so much.

“So we have to get her out of a cage and then we’ll need a distraction to get us into the garden,” Sven said. “There’s a courtyard that’s full of faerie before it. They’ll see us for sure unless we can get them cleared and out of our way.”

“Well, there’s Conleth and Turlough,” Mistress Kora said.

Sven gave his sister a curious look.

“They are two male faerie that showed an… interest in your sister,” Ealaín said, her arms folded before her silver breastplate. She looked so fierce and martial standing before us, but yet so sensual at the same time with her armor molding to the shape of her curvy body beneath, her white hair contrasting with her black skin, and those eyes… So yellow.

They were both warm with desire and yet a cold. Like a gem, they could be both brilliant and yet hard and unyielding. She only truly cared about Kora’s art. If she thought saving Aingeal would be a detriment, would she betray us to save Mistress’s life?

She’d have to be watched.

“An interest, huh?” Sven said, glancing at Kora.

“They, uh, vowed to worship me and be my devoted slaves, brother mine. I… considered playing with them, but then I saw their cocks.”

“And they just couldn’t compare with mine, eh, sister dear?”

Kora gave a tiny giggle. “Oh, no, if I tried them, I’d never want another dick again.”

Sven shifted then he gave his sister a cocky look. “You are such a bad liar. I thought an artist would be better at it.”

“Bad liar?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“No cock’s better than mine.” He said it with such bold confidence. The type of boast that in a lesser man would be a sign of his insecurity. But with Sven, it was more a statement of fact. One he believed.

And one he’d proven many times.

Kora rolled her blue eyes, shaking her head in amusement. “I can ask them. I bet they could come up with a reason to clear the courtyard so we can pass through it. Then it’s just the problem of the alarm that will trigger.”

“Mistress has her illusions,” said Nathalie. “She’s amazing. That burning tree she created last night felt so real. The way the flames crackled and the light shifted.”

“My best work,” Kora admitted, “and Duke Gallchobhar saw through it with a glance. Faeries live with illusions and deceit. They’re children of not only Las, who goes to great lengths of trickery to satiate his lusts, but of Cernere. None have more cunning than the Goddess of Thieves. They say she built a maze so complex to house her hideous son that none can find their way through it. One so labyrinthine he could never wander out.

“Anyone here will see through anything I make.”

I didn’t like the tone to Kora’s words. I perked up, staring at her as she lowered her head, something twisting her face. Almost like… sadness. A disappointment in herself. I wanted to crawl off Master and cuddle on her lap, to let her know that she was an amazing artist and that I loved what she did.

“I can help inspire you to improve your art,” Ealaín said. “It is why I am here, Kora.”

“To make illusions so good faerie can’t see through them?” Kora asked, her voice strained by something. Doubt?

“If you have the confidence to do it and the right material.” The aoi si glanced at me. “If you paint with the right hues, well, it is more than possible.”

“Me?” I asked, perking up.

“She’s looking at me,” Sven said. “She’s talking about my cum.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” I said. Mistress Kora painted with her pussy juices.

“Yes, the cum of someone close to you can help you create an illusion with more verisimilitude,” Ealaín said. “And when you add the power of the divine imbued in my seed, you can paint something truly majestic. Something that will fool even the faerie.

“If you believe in your art, Radiant.”

“I know I believe in it, Mistress,” I said and then purred louder. I squirmed on Master’s lap.

Sven patted his sister’s hand. “I do, too. You’re art has always stolen away my breath. Why not these faerie?”

Kora swelled up, staring at Ealaín. The confidence in the aoi si’s gem-yellow eyes bolstered Mistress’s back. That coldness in Ealaín’s gaze now proved a strength. Those solid eyes would not yield before any of Mistress’s doubts, could not be chipped away by any indecision she might have about the quality of her art.

Ealaín believed it, and the certainty of her belief bolstered Mistress.

“Okay, I can do this. I will do this.”

Sven nodded. “Now we have to figure out how to deal with the guard protecting Aingeal. Any faerie can use their magic, and it is powerful.”

“Yes, this world abounds with the spirits who love them,” Ealaín said, her eyes darting to the right like she could see something I couldn’t.

“An illusion to distract them, brother mine?” Kora mused.

“Maybe,” Sven said.

My tail suddenly bristled. Faerie were children of Las as well as Cernere. “I have an idea, Master. But it’s pretty naughty.”

Nathalie giggled. “Of course it’s naughty, it’s your idea!”

I gave her a toothy grin.

To be continued…

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