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Story Codes: MF fantasy magic voy viol

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Zanyia – Queen Sidhe’s Palace, Faerie

I was miffed.

I couldn’t believe that dumb faerie guard didn’t want to fuck me. Me! How could he not want to fuck my tight, petite body? I had such lithe legs and small, firm tits. My ass was cute and my tail was sexy. I swished it back and forth as I crawled away from him, moving on all fours like a kitty-cat. My ears twitched as the purr rose in my throat.

He would fuck me!

I had my pussy pointed right at the faerie guard as I took my time heading for the exit. I felt his eyes on my snatch, covered by my tawny bush. An exciting thrill ran through me. A horny itch grew in the depths of my cunt. Juices flowed, beading my glistening hair. I put a sway to my cute rump, purring louder and louder; such a sexy sound.

I didn’t look back. That would defeat my goal. I needed the faerie guard staring at my cunt with such lust. I needed to overwhelm him. I needed him ripping off his gold armor and thrusting his hard cock into my naughty cunt. Aingeal needed me. Master was counting on me. I promised him my plan would work.

And now this dumb guard was making a liar of me.

In the wall before me, made of the same crystal as everything else about Queen Sidhe’s palace, I could see the guard’s reflection. He gripped his bronze spear, his wings twitching, fluttering. A trickle of juices ran down my thighs, letting him know I was horny. He licked his lips.

I shuddered, so eager for it. I came closer and closer to the exit, taking my time, letting him appreciate my cunt, imagining what it would be like to slide his dick into my hot, juicy depths. To feel my tight cunt wrapped around his cock, squeezing him, milking him.

He let out a groan. His dick so hard. He needed a pussy. My pussy.

I wiggled my hips, pausing at the stairs that led from the dungeon. I threw a final look over my shoulder now, giving him that beseeching look. I put all my lust and desire into this look, my lower lip pouting.

He had to act. He had to want me. He had to throw me against the wall and fuck me so hard. I wiggled my hips. His hand tensed on his spear. His wings fluttered more. I held the pout for one more second.

Then turned to crawl up the stairs. I put my hand on the first runner, the crystal cool beneath my grip.

“Cernere’s black cunt,” growled the guard.

Metal clanked against crystal. Heavy footsteps rushed across the room. Strong hands seized me. I gasped in delight, not fighting as the guard hauled me to my feet. He spun me and pressed me against the crystalline walls, my nipples rubbing on the cool surface, my cheek pressed against it.

“Teasing slut!” groaned the guard.

“I knew you wanted to play with me!” I moaned, undulating against the wall, rubbing my entire body against it. My pussy clenched, aching to be penetrated. I whimpered as he pinned me there. “Please, please, fuck me! I need your dick in me so badly! You’re so hunky! Guards in armor… They make me so wet!”

“I bet, you little slut,” he groaned, his armor shifting behind me. Metal clinked and then hit the ground.

A dick nudged my ass. It smeared hot precum across my ass, sliding down my curving rump. He came closer and closer to my pussy. I trembled, my ears flicking. His cock touched my snatch, rubbing against the pussy that belonged to my Master.

I sucked in a breath, I was wet and horny but I didn’t want his dick in me. It felt so small. Not like Master’s.

“Fuck me!” I moaned anyways. “Just ram that dick and—”

The guard grunted, yanked back from me. I heard a meaty thunk, armor clattering. I whirled around, my tail brushing the wall behind me. Master drew back his fist, holding the dazed faerie guard. Red blood poured down from the faerie’s broken nose, staining the lips. Master punched. The guard’s head snapped back. His body went limp, ripping out of Master’s grip and slamming on the floor.

“Master!” I squealed and jumped over the unconscious man and leaped into Sven’s arms, pressing my face against his black leather jerkin. My arms went around his torso, hugging him tight while my cat ears twitched. I undulated against him, rubbing my crotch against his leather pants, my clit loving the feel.

Naughty tingles raced through me.

“Zanyia,” he said, sounding a little shock. “What are you doing? I can’t fuck that horny pussy right now?”

“I know,” I purred, staring up at his strong face framed by those flowing, golden locks of his. His blue eyes so sexy. “I just thought you forgot about me.”

“What?”

“I mean, you almost let that guard fuck my pussy.” I arched an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to see other men fuck my tight pussy? Watch them slide their hard dicks into my juicy cunt?”

“I had to go slow to surprise him,” he answered. “No cock but mine gets to play with that pussy.”
“What about a woman’s cock?” I asked.

He opened his mouth to answer when I stiffened. My eyes widened at the sound of clanking metal. “Master!”

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Kora Falk

Nervous flutters wracked my stomach. I flowed through the corridors of Queen Sidhe’s palace, Ealaín walking at my side, Nathalie trailing behind us. The aoi si had her armor back on, looking so impressive in it, the silver contrasting with her midnight-black skin. Her cum filled my ass, my brother’s jizz in my pussy. The paints for the masterpiece I would create.

But would it be good enough to fool the faerie? I had to believe it would. Ealaín was sent by her mother, my Goddess, to inspire my art. I had to trust my muse. My back straightened. Everyone was counting on me. Aingeal, my brother, Zanyia, Nathalie, and even Ealaín. I clutched my hands to the front of my pink robes, feeling the amulet beneath.

That was a problem for later.

The two faerie males waited just as I requested. We were just outside the courtyard before Queen Sidhe’s private garden. Through the trellis of delicate crystal—a piece of architecture impossible to create without the faerie’s impressive control over the spirits to shape such a delicate item—I witnessed a dozen faerie nobles moving or gliding through the courtyard, talking to each other. I sucked in a breath, a final ripple of nerves washed through my body.

I straightened my back, putting on a regal, imperious look as I gazed upon the two sycophants. They both turned to face me, moving with such an ethereal grace. Both were naked, their bodies sculpted to masculine beauty, their faces making my heart flutter faster. A hot itch tingled through me, my nipples pressing on my pink robed.

“Mistress, you honor us with your presence,” Turlough said, the black-haired faerie said. His wings twitched as he sank to his knees before me, kissing the tip of my shoe. “What do you need of your unworthy servants?”

Conleth’s golden wings fluttered as he joined Turlough and kissed my other shoe. The two both knelt before me, so eager to just lick me. To pleasure me. Their eyes gazed up at me, promising to deliver such rapture to me.

“I need the courtyard cleared so I can practice for this evening’s performance,” I said, my heart thudding in my chest. “It’s a surprise for Queen Sidhe.”

“This courtyard?” Turlough asked, staring up at me. He cocked his head to the side. “Before the garden?”

“The garden is key to my art for tonight,” I said. “It will be spectacular. It will melt your mind even more than last night. You will be so hard for me. You will be jizzing just watching me. You will desire to worship me for eternity.”

“We already worship you, great artist,” moaned Conleth. He straightened, his cock thrusting so hard before him. “We’ll worship you right now.”

“I must practice,” I said, stroking my hand through his ruby hair. “Don’t you want my performance to be majestic?”

“Yes,” he groaned, his eyes shining up at me, his cock twitching as I stroked him. “We will clear the courtyard. For you.”

“For you,” Turlough groaned. “And then… Tonight… You’ll let us worship you?”

“Oh, yes,” I purred. “I’ll be so… inspired. I’ll need you both to show your appreciation. For hours, I suspect.”

Lust shone through his eyes. He let out a groan and then gained his feet. Conleth rose a moment later, his dick bouncing, almost touching the tip of my robe. He throbbed with such need, precum dripping from the tip. They both wanted to fuck me so badly.

I ran my finger across Turlough’s dick. “Don’t disappoint me.”

He groaned, his crimson wings fluttering. “We won’t.”

“Then go. I need to practice.” I hesitated. “Alone. I don’t want anyone to see my practice. I want you both thinking about the majesty of tonight, growing so… aching with need to witness it.”

“Yes, radiance,” Conleth groaned.

The two turned and headed out into the courtyard. My heart pounded faster and faster, watching them circulate through the noble faerie. I had no idea what sort of lie they were telling, but I could see the interest buzzing in the faeries posture. They all quivered, smiles crossing their lips. Then they drifted away, the courtyard emptying in moments.

“I hope this will work,” I whispered.

Ealaín’s hand touched my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Your skill is great, and you have the love of your brother to inspire your art to perfection.”

I nodded my head, closing my eyes, and pictured what I had to create, ready to paint something so perfect, so beautiful, so inspiring the faeries wouldn’t see through it. I took in slow breaths, exhaling, my heart slowing.

This. Would. Work.

Hopefully.

To be continued…

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