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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Oral Sex, Creampie, Titty Fuck

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Aingeal

My husband Sven glanced at the sleeping Kora as Ealaín’s question seemed to echo through the tent. His face tightened. “I want to go after that bastard. We’ve destroyed his army and I want to ram my sword into his guts. But…”

“But?” the aoi si asked, her voice sounding almost bored, disinterested.

“The amulet.”

A shiver ran through me. The Biomancer Vebrin’s soul laid locked Kora’s amulet. Panthopus, his terrifying amalgamation of octopus and panthers, prowled the Forest of Lhes. I’d seen them, tentacles thrusting from their bodies, searching for prey. They displaced their bodies, using an innate form of illusions that not even my keen eyes could penetrate. And those weren’t the worst things he created. He experimented on all creatures, even faeries, in his dark castle in the Haunted Forest.

The world was better off without him around.

“We can’t let him be revived. And I doubt we can just smash it.” Sven shook his head. “That never works with powerful magical artifacts. He would have warded it against that.”

“The Collegiate Tower down in Esh-Esh would have ideas,” I said. “They are mages, too. And they condemned Vebrin’s work. They wouldn’t want him back. They hate warlocks.”

“Warlocks?” Nathalie asked, cuddled against Kora.

“Rogue mages who don’t follow the Magery Council’s rules,” Sven answered. “But that’s a long trip. And the Magery is embroiled in their war with the Kingdom of Allain.”

“There’s the Lesbius Oracle in the Deorc Forest,” I added. I gave Sven a naughty grin. “She doesn’t like men, but there’s plenty of women in the party she might be willing to aid.”

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Sven Falk

I rolled my eyes at my faerie-wife cuddling against the aoi si, a mischievous grin playing on her face.

“That’s a big help.”

“Well, Kora’s a woman,” Aingeal pointed out. “Even if she’s made the mistake of sleeping with a guy. The Oracle might overlook that.”

“And what will her price be?” I asked, leaden exhaustion puling down at me. I was feeling the long two days after cumming in Zanyia’s pussy. “We need something closer.”

Ealaín shifted. “You have an idea.”

My face grew tense. Pain throbbed in my heart. Flashes of my old life exploded through my mind. Carousing with Ava with other nubile students, regaling my sisters with my exploits. “The University of Az. Between its various colleges, they will know how to destroy it.”

“Yes, I can see that. The Bardic College guards much old knowledge, and the Philosophic College studies the esoterics,” Ealaín said.

“We just have to go west, skirting the southern edge of the forest, and we’ll reach Az in a few days.” I yawned again and my eyes closed, lids so heavy. “We can meet up with Ava on the way. We’ll be slow traveling through the woods until we hit the southern edge.” I groaned. “I should tell her the plan.” I forced my eyes back open, fighting against sleep, and reached for my pack.

Gods, I was tired.

“I think going to Az is a good idea,” Ealaín said. “Rest. I will take the first watch.”

She rose as I pulled out Ava’s alabaster proxy. Aingeal snuggled closer to me, her breasts sticky. She hugged me tight, her pink hair spilling across my chest as her breathing slowed into sleep. I caressed Ava’s proxy.

She responded.

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Princess Ava – Koyth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

Traveling had left me tired, but it was wonderful knowing their was a plan. I worked out with Sven where to meet him and his harem when they emerged out of the southern edge of the Forest of Lhes. Then I let him get some rest.

He sounded so tired.

I wanted to sleep myself as I lay in the lumpy mattress in the rude village in. Greta shifted beside me. I wore my thickest nightgown, fearing that we wouldn’t be sleeping alone in this bed. This inn looked so shabby. I had never stayed in anything so poor before in my life.

But I could handle the discomfort if it got me away from my father. If it brought me to Sven. And in Az, I bet I could find a way to break the lust enchantment my father placed on me. My pussy twinged, aching for his touch. But he was a day’s ride away now.

I just hoped my plan worked. If he came hunting towards the forest after me. I needed to know.

I sank into my jade beetle. I’d left this proxy in my father’s office after I discovered about the Lodestone hidden in Faerie two weeks ago. My soul rushed out of my body and inhabited the little statue. I came awake in the dark crevasse formed by crumbling mortar in the study’s walls. I peered into the dark room and…

My father wasn’t there.

I clicked my little mandibles in irritation. Of course he wasn’t here. It would have been the greatest coincidence in the world if he was. I let out an annoyed sigh, buzzing my little jade wings in the tight crevasse. I settled into wait, my mind numb with exhaustion.

I just wanted to sleep.

It would be so easy. To just sink down into my dreams…

My thoughts drifted as I struggled to stay awake. My father spent so much time in the study. I had to learn something. I couldn’t let myself sink into oblivion yet. I needed to stay up for as long as I could and…

Sven’s arms engulfed me. “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned, trembling in his arms as he carried me in my wedding dress towards the black and white altar of Luben. “Make me your bride tonight!”

A door slammed.

I jumped awake still trapped in the tight crevasse. Light flooded in through the crack. My father had returned. My dream spilled off of me as I gazed out into his study. I caught sight of his dark boots marching across the room. Then he sat down heavily at his desk. A drawer opened and then slammed shut.

He sounded… angry? Worried? I wished he would talk to himself, let me know what he was thinking. Instead… he began writing. The scratch of his quill filled the room. It was monotonous, drawling, lulling me back into sleep and—

A loud rap hammered the door.

“Enter,” my father said, his voice cool. Since mother’s death, the passion had bled out of him.

The door creaked open and I caught the hem of a black robe. Master Mage Shevoin swept into the room and stood before my father’s desk. This was it. With his magic, he could track me down. I had my lies all ready if Father caught up with me, how I had to flee because I feared his power. He was a mage. Armies couldn’t stand up to them.

“Well?” Father asked, his voice still devoid of any emotion. “Where did she go? Was she captured? Is she hurt?”

“You’re not even asking if I found her?”

“If you found her, she’d be with you.” Father’s chair creaked. “Stop wasting my time. It won’t be long until my enemies realize that my new armies are no longer activated. I don’t need this distraction. Where did my daughter go?”

“She went south towards Thlin,” he said. “She’s riding fast. I fear… I fear she is fleeing your castle.”

Father let out almost an angry grunt. “And what about the enchantment. You assured me it would make her love me. She…” His voice softened. “She did love me. She gave herself to me.”

“I… I am not a mind reader, your majesty. Perhaps her maid… conspired with your enemies in Thlin. I do not know. I have already ordered your men to ride after her. Do you wish me to accompany them?”

There was a long pause. “No. I can breed other heirs.”

Indignation shot through me. He didn’t actually care about me? I thought he at least loved me.
“I need you to recreate the Lodestone. Send your agents to the mines and find me another piece of magnetic iron big enough to work for your spell.”

“Of course, your majesty,” Shevoin said.

“And send in Gunther. I can spare some men to find my daughter. She would make a great heir for me, but… But I can’t be weak right now.”

My ruse worked. I pulled out of my beetle and sank into my thoughts. My eyes opened to stare at the dark rafters of the inn room’s ceiling. He didn’t love me. I shouldn’t be hurt by that, I despised my father, but… But he said he loved me and…

Sven loved me. I needed to focus on that. On what was important. Once I was with Sven, we would stop my father before Shevoin could recreate the Lodestone. It was time to move on him. It was time to end his reign for good.

To be continued…

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