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

Blows hammered my head. The world spun around me as I clutched at the saddle horn. My stomach clenched again, my throat burning from the bile. I grit my teeth, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to gain control of my body.

“Princess!” Greta called out. “Princess, what happened?”

I shook my head, trying to think through the pain. Fear squeezed my heart. What happened? Did it work? Did I save Sven? I needed to know. I needed to find out what happened. I needed to access my other proxy with Sven, the original I gave him after he first fled Az ahead of my father’s soldiers. I grit my teeth. I couldn’t let this headache stop me.

I tried to sense my proxies through the pain. But my head… My head felt beaten by invisible fists. Another wave of nausea rose through me. My fingers tightened on my saddle horn. My body swayed and shuddered. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm the pain. I had to reach through it.

“Princess!” Greta shouted, her words screeching through my head, making it ache more and more. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I’m… fine…” I groaned, sweat breaking out over my face. “I just… I just need to… to concentrate…”

“You look horrible, Princess.” She still clutched the reins of my horse. She pulled on it, stopping both our mounts. She began to dismount.

“No!” I barked at her. I threw a look over my shoulder, Echur and my father’s castle swimming on the horizon. “We have to keep going! We can’t stop! We have to get as far away as we can before my father discovers our flight.”

“But Princess,” Greta objected, “you’re sick.”

“I’m…” I sucked in a deep breath. “Fine… Just had… my proxy destroyed… It’s a… a… shock… Keep riding…”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Greta said, her words tight. Her eyes narrowed at me, her pale face tightening. “It’s just…”

“I’m in no danger,” I reassured her, sucking in another breath. The blows pounding my head felt a little lessened. “I’ll recover. My soul took a hard punch. Keep riding. I have to contact Sven.”

She licked her lips then heeled her mount.

I sucked in another breath, my stomach roiling again. Bile tickled at the back of my throat. I didn’t want to throw up. I needed to reach out to my proxies. I could feel them through the pain assaulting my head. It was like trying to pick something up small through thick, woolen, winter mittens. I could feel the shape, but I couldn’t quite grasp them.

I kept trying. I closed my eyes, swaying as my horse resumed trotting again. My stomach sloshed from side to side, acidic juices boiling in me. I grit my teeth, drawing breaths through my nose as I struggled to ignore the pressure on my head. I had to grab it.

I had to seize my proxy.

The fear crushing my heart propelled me. That hurt more. Not knowing what happened to those I loved. Sven and Kora and Zanyia were in danger. I didn’t want them to be harmed. I wanted to prevail over that shadowy thing that attacked them.

I couldn’t be weak. I couldn’t be pampered. I couldn’t afford to flee from pain. I wasn’t a spoiled princess any longer. I fled that life. I chose to be an outlaw. A bandit like Sven. I had to give it my all. I had to be strong. For myself. For those I loved.

For Greta. I led her into this. She would pay for my mistakes if this didn’t work out. If Sven…

No, Sven wasn’t dead. He would prevail. I just needed to reach my proxy.

My teeth ground together.

Sweat poured down my brow.

The pressure on my skull increased, squeezing down on my brain. It felt on the verge of rupturing. My spiritual fingers brushed my proxy with Sven. I felt the shape of it. I almost could pour into it. I just needed to try harder.

My horse neighed.

My hands clenched on the saddle horn.

“Come on,” I groaned, fighting off another wave of nausea. “Just…”

Hot agony stabbed into my brain as I forced my soul towards my proxy. I could almost slide my awareness into…

The pain vanished. I poured my existence into a proxy for my body. I inhabited a small, alabaster statue. My eyes opened into darkness.

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Kora Falk – The Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch

I smiled down at Zanyia as she began licking her arm, cleaning up her own blood staining those horrible, poisoned wounds. The poison in them felt so nasty. It had taken the extent of my ability to channel my Goddess’s power and restore the art of the lamia’s life. Her tawny, triangular ears twitched and her tail flicked back and forth. A happy purr rose rumbled from her throat.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said between licks.

I kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome.”

I sucked in a deep breath, still feeling a little off-balanced by everything. Zanyia was the last one hurt. I glanced around the clearing that held the ring of faerie mushrooms. Nathalie wiped at the blood staining Aingeal’s breasts. We came so close to dying. I stared down at the blood staining my robe.

Sighing, I prayed, “Rithi, I ask you to restore the beauty of my clothing and revert it to a pristine state.”

The simple spell washed over me, the blood and other stains rising from the pink cloth. The dart’s hole mended in a moment. It was one of the first prayers taught to me at the temple back in Az. It felt like a lifetime ago when I entered into Rithi’s service. A lifetime lived in a year. How many times had I come close to dying?

Too many.

My body shook. I glanced over at Sven crouched near the ruins of Ava’s rosy quartz proxy. My brother had such a dark expression on his face, lips tight. I pushed myself up to my feet and staggered over to him. When I reached him, I fell to my knees and snuggled against him. His arm slipped around my shoulder.

It felt so wonderful feeling that arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling safe in his arms. He helped save my life. Death had come so fast. Just stepping out of the faerie ring and then the pain exploded in my chest.

I still felt so drained. Even invigorated by Aingeal’s healing spirits, my limbs felt leaden. Fatigue gripped me, like I had wrapped myself in wet woolens, the weight pulling on my body, trying to drag me down to the ground.

“What happened?” I asked, still confused by everything. The shadowy human. The other lamia.

“Ava saved my life,” he said. He picked up a piece of her statue’s face, turning it over. It looked macabre, the princess’s delicate cheek and part of her lips ending at jagged quartz. Bits of crystal sparkled in the pink stone.

“That’s not what I meant, brother mine,” I said, shaking my head. “I meant… The attack.”

“It was Keythivak,” Zanyia said. She pressed against my other side, worming her head beneath my arm. Her fuzzy ear brushed my cheek, twitching. “He’s one of Zizthithana’s servants. Her assassin.”

I grabbed the amulet through my robe, feeling the weight of it. We had to do something about it. We needed to do something about it. My skin suddenly crawled, the gem feeling dirty, oily. The soul of that damned biomancer lurked in there.

I wanted to rip it off and throw it away. But… But it was too dangerous. If he lived, he would make more monsters to plague the world. More abominations, cause more suffering.

“None are better killer than him,” Zanyia continued, squirming beside me. “Zizthithana must really want that amulet back.”

“Who else is the naga likely to send?” my brother asked.

“Hmm, besides Keythivak, the only servant she has left is Antrevia and her ogre, Gor.”

“Ogre?” I asked, feeling a little queasy. They numbered among the most loathsome of Las’s offsrpings. Not all of the God of Lust’s children were as delicious as Zanyia. Ogres loved to fuck, and they didn’t care how much damage their huge cocks caused while satiating their bestial passions. If a woman survived, the ogre baby conceived would rip her apart in childbirth.

“Don’t worry, Gor is kept on a short leash,” Zanyia said. “Zizthithana wouldn’t unleash him to track us down.” Then she giggled.

“What?” I asked, giving the lamia a curious look as my stomach kept roiling. Ogre…

Her eyes flicked over to Ealaín sitting naked, her ebony breasts swaying before her, her dented breastplate sitting on her lap. She stroked it, her face tight. Zanyia said, “Keythivak didn’t expect her.”

“Ealaín?” I asked, frowning. “Because she inspired me to banish the shadows wreathing Keythivak?”

“Partly,” Zanyia said. “But he didn’t expect one more person. When we went to Faerie, we didn’t have her. He must have tracked us to the ring and waited for us to come back, lying in ambush for us.”

“And Queen Sidhe somehow knew,” Sven said. “She sent us here to be ambushed.”

“Yes,” Aingeal nodded. “She does not like being crossed. And… you crossed her, my husband.” Emotion swam in Aingeal’s purple eyes.”

“Anyway, Ealaín being here disrupted his plans,” Zanyia continued. “Otherwise we might have lost.”

“We would have,” Sven said. “It was close. He disabled you, sister dear, then his shadows… They had substance. He was nearly impossible to close the distance to fight.”

My stomach tightened.

“I would have died if Ava hadn’t sacrificed her proxy,” my brother continued, his thumb running over the crystal lips. His forehead furrowed. “And the Las-damned bastard got away. He’ll try again.”

I took a deep breath, feeling that weight dragging harder at me. I didn’t want to sink into mire. So I put on a bright smile, wanting to inspire my brother, and said, “We’ll have to face that when he does. We know about him. We’ve fought him and won. Next time, we’ll have tactics. I have my magic to disable his shadowmancing.

“We will beat him, brother mine.”

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Sven Falk

Kora’s words swept through me. I glanced at her. She had such a smile on her face. She believed it. She truly had faith in us. In me. My heart beat faster as I stared at the loveliness of my sister’s face. She looked scrubbed clean, freshly bathed somehow. She almost glowed with her confidence, her loving radiance.

I tightened my arm around her shoulder, opened my mouth to thank her, when my pouch suddenly shifted on my hips. Something squirmed inside of it. My hand darted down, lifting open the flap and peering in and the various items shifting around.

An alabaster head peeked out around a spare pair of leather gloves, sandwiched between loose fingers. She peered up at me, Ava’s face captured in miniature likeness. A smile spread across her lips. Her arm burst out, thrusting up into the air.

“Sven!” she squeaked. “Thank the Gods.” She trembled, her face scrunching up. I expected to see tears spilling down her ivory face.

But stone couldn’t cry.

“You’re alive. I… I…” Her words broke up into hiccuping sobs.

I reached into the pouch with such care. I pulled her out. She cuddled up in my hand, grabbing my thumb. She rubbed her cheeks against it, her small, naked breasts jiggling. I felt her lips on my skin as she kissed it over and over. I held her before my face, grinning at her.

“I’m alive,” I said. Between Kora’s hope and the joy shivering out of Ava, confidence grew in me. The assassin caught us with our trousers down and a whore sucking on our cocks. Next time, we would end him. He had his chance. Now we knew how he worked. His fighting technique. We had learned how to fight him.

Aingeal and Nathalie joined us, my faerie wife kneeling down, cocking her head. Nathalie snuggled up against her, resting her head on the faerie’s big, soft tits. A blonde pigtail dangled down between the valley of those lush boobs.

“It was so amazing,” Nathalie said, a big smile on her face. “I was so scared for Master, and then you appeared.”

“Yes!” Zanyia exclaimed. She leaned past Kora, her face looming before the small statue. “It was so amazing what you did, Mistress Ava. You saved Master. I heard you shatter. I had no idea what that sound was, but I heard it. I bet you looked so awesome when you did it.”

Ava smiled at him. “It wasn’t that awesome. I wasn’t in any danger. My body’s safe and sound on my horse.”

“Your horse?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Why are you on your horse?”

“Oh, well…” She squirmed on my hand. “I really didn’t get a chance to tell you. I mean, you were so busy with what was going on in Faerie, but… But…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve fled my father’s castle. I’m riding for the Forest of Lhes.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I just had to,” she said. “I had to get away from him. I couldn’t stand being around him any longer. He’s… He’s unhinged. You destroyed his army. He is wroth. And… I want to be with you. In the flesh.”

I listened as she described how she made her plan to escape the palace, using her bedmaid to blackmail Master Mage Shevoin, bluffing the guards, fleeing the castle. She spoke it so fast, her words spilling out in a breathy excitement that Zanyia would be proud of.

“So I’m coming to you!” she said. “I’ll be there in a few days. I’m riding for the forest. I’ll find you and be with you.” She rubbed her small breasts against my thumb, her nipples tiny points on my flesh. “I need you so badly.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said. “Eagerly.”

“He’s always eager for a cutie,” Kora said, her hands rubbing my crotch. “Horny brother.”

“Always, sister dear,” I said.

Aingeal giggled. She pressed up against my other side, still cradling Nathalie’s head to her breasts. “He fucked a faerie queen last night.”

“With her daughter,” I added, giving my princess a roguish wink.

Ava giggled, shaking her head, her hair swaying about her back. “Only you could say that to your betrothed and expect her to be impressed.”

“Well, are you impressed?” I asked, Kora squeezing at my hardening cock.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s making my pussy wet. I can’t wait until I’m in your arms.”

“Me, too.” Then I furrowed my brow. “But what about spying on your father? We have destroyed his army of proxies, but he still has his human guards. He has his mage, his castle. Your information would have been invaluable.”

“I left my jade beetle in his office,” she said. “I can activate it and sneak around whenever he’s not around. I can read his reports and find clues.” She clutched at my thumb. “But, believe me, I had to get away from him.”

“I believe you.” I rubbed my thumb against her small breasts. She squirmed, grinning at me. “I’m going to love you so hard. And then… Then we’re going to end your father. We’re going to stop him.”

Ava quivered. “He has to be stopped. What he’s done…” Then she let out a wanton moan. “Ooh, I wish this proxy could grow. It was worth it to save you, but…” She glanced at the ground, at the pieces of her other proxy. “I really liked that proxy. I’ll never find another twinborn witch to enchant it. And my pussy is so horny now. If my proxy could get wet, I’d be forming a puddle in your palm.”

“I could enchant you,” Aingeal said. “I can do anything a witch can. They merely copy the powers of faerie. I breathe them.”

“Really?” Ava asked.

Aingeal nodded. “It’ll take some time to do properly.”

I glanced at Zanyia. “Does the assassin have access to healing magic?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered.

“He might,” Aingeal said. “He used two different spirits during the fight, but neither of them were the spirits that heal. Witches have to master each different type. Unless they’re a Tuathan twinborn witch with faerie blood in them, it’s difficult for humans to use spirits.”

“Then we’ll camp here and rest,” I decided. “The assassin took a bad wound. And we need to rest and recover.”

“Then I’ll allow you to rest and…” Princess Ava’s eyes slid around at the women. “And do other things. But you will owe me. When we are reunited in a few days, I expect to be pleasured.”

“I’ll give you my all.”

She smiled at me. Then her body went still. I rubbed my thumb against her one last time before setting her proxy back into my bag with care. Then I pulled Aingeal to me. My faerie snuggled against me, her breasts pressing against me. I stared into her purple eyes, seeing the love in there.

She’d burrowed into my heart. Just like Zanyia and Nathalie had. Maybe I just fell in love too easily. I kissed her hard on the mouth, loving her, wanting to revel in her passion. Kora squeezed my cock through my pants. My dick throbbing so hard as I kissed Aingeal.

My hand slipped down from her shoulder and reached around her. I gripped her breast. I squeezed that pillowy mound. She whimpered into my mouth. Kora nuzzled in, my sister’s lips joining our kiss, sharing in our love.

And soon Ava would join us.

“I think it is time for you to paint another masterpiece,” Ealaín said, the aoi si standing before us, her large, ebony breasts swaying.

“Masterpiece?” Kora asked.

“To heal Aingeal. Her body is not whole.”

Aingeal gasped.

To be continued…

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