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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Aingeal – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifedoms of Zeutch

The feyhound’s wicker body crumbled around our souls. I could feel the poor proxy’s body unraveling. The supercharge from the diamond hammer had sent too much energy through it. The feyhound wasn’t a proper proxy. Smoke rose, wicker bursting into flames.

“What happens to us when it’s destroyed?” I asked Ava.

Ava didn’t answer me. Instead her soul seized mine and pulled us away. I gasped as I had a glimpse of the feyhound’s body erupting into full fire. Flames were around us for a moment and then darkness rushed around me, a bodiless hurtle that—

My eyes opened.

I gasped awake, staring up at the sky. Fire burned and crackled. I sat up, blinking at the shock of being back in my real body. My flesh ached. My wings fluttered. I groaned as I stood up on the slope, struggling to get my bearings. Flames devoured the grass of the hill to my left near a dark form lying dead. It was monstrous. Prince Meinard slain. Then I heard Kora shouting. She raced towards another prone figure.

“Sven?” I groaned, realizing it was our husband on the ground. Kora fell to his side. Clammy, fearful hands kneaded my guts. Moments later, Nathalie and Carsina joined Kora, Nathalie trembling, her breastplate missing.

“Princess!” Greta shouted, charging up the hill towards the top where Ava stood up.

Then I saw another body… Skin black. I gasped at the sight of the crushed golden armor mixed amid the smashed form. Ealaín… A dizzy wave shot through me as I stared down the slope. It hit me that she was dead.

“Cernere’s black cunt,” I whispered, the world twisting at strange angles as the blood pounded through my veins. My drunken gaze swept across the bottom of the slope and spotted another fire burning and crackling. It was the feyhound by the corpse and—

Zanyia lay on the ground, her body burnt. The clammy hands squeezed my guts now. Was she dead, too? Was Sven? Did we lose more than Ealaín? No one was coming to Zanyia’s aid. Kora was by Sven. She could save our husband, but what about Zanyia?

The pain throbbing my body from my fall vanished. My wings fluttered. I lifted into the air and soared down the slope. Lights gathered to me, the green enhancement spirits bobbed around me. They swirled into a sheath of emerald, drawn by my desperation. I rushed closer and closer to Zanyia.

She lay still. Unmoving.

Purple burst around me, engulfing the horde of enhancement spirits at her body, biting my lower lip. She couldn’t be dead, too. Her playful antics danced through my thoughts. She lived with her emotions, embracing them. She didn’t hide them. She lived to its fullest.

“Zanyia!” I cried out, hurtling down towards her in the wake of the healing spirits.

The purple engulfed Zanyia. The enhancement spirits, eager to please my will, plunged into Zanyia’s body. Dozens and dozens of them filled her. A spasm raced through her body. Her back arched. Her singed tail twitched. The crisping black covering her skin retreated. Pale flesh swept across her skin, growing pink and alive.

I landed beside her, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Zanyia!”

The cat-girl’s golden eyes fluttered open. I collapsed to my knees beside her. She wasn’t dead. She survived. I seized her and pulled her to my body, burying her face between my breasts. I hugged her tight as my wings fluttered.

“Mmm, this is a wonderful thing to wake up to,” Zanyia said, her hands seizing my tits. Her head rubbed back and forth, a purr rumbling from her throat. “A big pair of boobies to play with.”

I laughed as the tears spilled down my cheeks. We won. We were whole. Mostly.

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Kora Falk

The illusion of my imperial confidence melted off of me, the art abandoned as I reached my brother’s side. Blood soaked his body. He had such terrible wounds to his chest. I had no idea how he kept fighting the Paragon after suffering such horrifying injuries from the transformed Prince Meinard.

“Brother mine!” I gasped, kneeling beside him.

My left hand throbbed as I released the amulet. My robes were still open. I thrust my hand between my thighs as I stared down at Sven. He wasn’t breathing. His face was so pale. He couldn’t be dead. I couldn’t lose him.

“Mistress!” Nathalie gasped, standing over us, her small breasts quivering.

“Rithi, bless my natural paints with your divine love. Let your vision flow through me and restore the art ruined by the cruel acts of the world!” I shouted and thrust my aching hand into my pussy. My juices tingled, brimming with Rithi’s artistic power. I had to restore my brother to his perfection.

I smeared my cream across his forehead, my juices tinged pink. Blood oozed from cuts in my palms. I had gripped the Biomancer’s phylactery hard enough to slice my hand open on the facets. I didn’t even feel the pain. I didn’t even care as I waited, staring at my brother, aching for the magic to heal him.

“Please, Rithi,” I whimpered, a frantic beat pounding my heart, pumping ice through my veins. I shivered, staring at his face. “I can’t lose you, brother mine. Not now. We’re free. We did it! You avenged Katriana. Our parents! Come back to me!”

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Sven Falk

My soul drifted from my body. I left all that pain behind. The darkness moved around me. I felt… a freedom. I didn’t have to choose to leave Kora. I would uphold my bargain with Rithi and not have to deliberately break my sister’s heart.

She would suffer. Grieve. They all would. Nothing I could do about it.

The Astral Realm awaited. That vast afterlife where the Gods dwelled. I smiled, or thought I did. There were so many stories about the place. So many different tales. It was supposed to be endless. Infinite. The idea made my mind ache, but something that vast must be brimming with adventure.

Maybe I could even find Ealaín’s soul and discover what trouble we could get in together.

The darkness moved around me. I was ready for eternity.

I can’t lose you, brother mine, Kora whispered.

I frowned, the darkness slowing.

Not now. We’re free.

Her voice grew louder and louder.

We did it! You avenged Katriana. Our parents!

The darkness reversed around me. I felt something seize my soul, dragging me back. My… vitality gripped me.

Come back to me!

Rithi flowed around me. Kora was healing me. Saving my body. I wasn’t quite dead yet. My soul still had the tiniest connection back to my flesh. That tiny string was growing thicker and thicker by the moment, a rope dragging me to my flesh.

I sighed and smiled. Of course Kora would save me.

Arms embraced me, soft and feminine. A presence engulfed me, a piece of a Goddess’s power. Rithi held me, channeled by my sister to save me. “Remember our promise.”

I swallowed, trembling. I would have to hurt my sister now. My soul plunged back into my body. The Goddess released my essence as my awareness sank into my flesh. I felt my heart pumping, my fingers twitching, my eyes fluttering.

“…mistake…” an ethereal voice whispered as the Goddess withdrew from me. Not Rithi’s voice, someone else’s.

My eyes opened to Kora’s trembling, blue eyes staring down at me, one of her braids of golden hair hanging off her right shoulder. It swayed with her as her nostrils twitched. The emotion surged through my sister’s expression. Her joy stabbed a knife into my heart.

I had to destroy her happiness to save her and my other women.

“Brother mine!” she gasped and hugged me tight, pressing into my blood-soaked armor.

Her tears rained down on my face as her lips kissed. Her mouth was so hot. So loving. I shuddered, wanting to surrender into this moment. I felt the amulet through a hole in my armor. The phylactery hadn’t been destroyed. I didn’t have to give her up yet. I had a few more moments with her.

I hugged her back. I pulled her tight, kissing her with such passion. I closed my eyes, surrendering to this wonderful moment. My lips worked against hers. My tongue danced with hers. I loved my sister for the last time.

I savored the sweetness of her lips.

The passion of her love.

Her tears rained across my face. I crushed her body against mine. I didn’t want to give her up. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. I sat up, holding her. She clung to me, still kissing me. Nathalie fell to her knees, throwing her arms around us, her lips kissed my cheeks, searing hot.

“Sven!” Ava gasped. She and Greta fell to their knees on the other side, their arms hugging me. My princess nuzzled her hot lips into the kiss I shared with my sister.

Wings fluttered. “My husband!”

Aingeal landed nearby. Zanyia uncoiled from the faerie’s lush body. They flowed to us and hugged me from behind. Even Carsina came in, my newest sex slave, one I had hardly gotten to know. I reveled in all of them.

I trembled. It was over. We had this one moment. We won. It only cost us Ealaín.

To be continued…

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