Sven's head snapped back. He grunted, crashing onto his back. The Shizhuthian warrior that spoiled all my fun bellowed in anger, his left hand rubbing at his eyes, clearing dirt from them. An idea sparked in my head.
I darted down from the trees, fluttering to the ground and landing over Sven. He groaned, rubbing at his temple, a welt already forming. His glossy, blue eyes focused on me as I leaned over him, my large tits swaying.
“Now that is a fun game you came up with,” I grinned at him. “But you both have to be handicapped for it to be fair.”
The warrior bellowed. I gasped, wings flapping hard as he swung his sword at me. Real steel. Diluted iron. My skin crawled. Spirits rose before me, forming a shield of red energy only I could see. The blade struck their protection, rebounding back.
“Yes, yes, let's play!” I grinned. Green enhancement spirits, little orbs that danced around me, surged at both men's eyes.
Covered them.
“There,” I clapped as the warrior stumbled, both blind. “Now this is fun.” I glanced at Kora, rising from the healed Zanyia. “And no interference from you two.”
Blue abjuration spirits zoomed towards them. I grinned as they wrapped up Kora and Zanyia in blue bonds, one shoving itself into Kora's mouth as a gag. I didn't need her divine magic spoiling all my fun. I wanted to see if this Sven was as good as he believed.
“Now, Sven, get up and get fighting.”
“I can't see,” he said, looking around, bewildered.
“And?” I shrugged.
“You bitch!” snarled the warrior. “You faerie whore! Restore my sight.”
“See, it's fair,” I laughed and fluttered up into the air.
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Sven FalkDarkness pressed down at me. I groaned, struggling onto unsteady feet. Everything burned in my body. I swayed, my legs buckling. The world spun around me. My stomach twisted. I felt drunk, stumbling to the right and left as the ground tilted one way and then the other.
“Give me back my sight, faerie-whore!” snarled the enemy again. I heard his blade swing then the loud thud of it striking ground.
It came from my right.
The warrior bellowed again. Closer.
“Duck, Master!” Zanyia shouted.
I listened to my lamia. Something massive screamed over my head. The greatsword. My hair rippled in the wake of the warrior's massive blade.
He missed me by inches.
My skin crawled even as I thrust in the direction I heard the warrior cursing. My arm extended and...
My blade found nothing.
“Where are you?” the warrior bellowed, feet stamping. He swung again, but it sounded farther away.
“You just missed him, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Take two steps forward.”
I did, each one hesitant. I had no idea what I stepped on. The glade was uneven, the ground treacherous. The warrior's feet stamped before me. I thrust again. But didn't strike anything. The blade swung. Zanyia screeched something.
I threw myself to the ground.
“Give me back my sight, you Las-poxed whore!” snarled the warrior.
“He's stumbling in a circle, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Just stand up, turn to your left.”
I listened to her, standing up. I focused on my senses. My hearing felt so sharp. I inhaled, smelling unwashed body and rust, mixed with the tang of steel. Armor creaked before me. Foots thrashing. Heavy breathing.
“Three steps forward,” Zanyia shouted.
I did, taking larger steps. I had to swallow my fear. I had to embrace the uncertainty. My back throbbed. My belly ached. Blood coated me. My limbs trembled. My arm felt so week. How much longer could I stand?
“Turn to your right. He moved.”
I heard him, grunting as I pivoted. I faced him. He snarled, swinging through the air. Then he went still.
“One step forward, and lunge!” Zanyia shouted. I did. I thrust my sword forward.
The brute shouted. He moved. His blade swung. I could hear the air rushing. I tensed, totally exposed. I had no idea if the sword swung to cleave me in half. Or if he had misjudged the angle of his attack.
My blade bit into flesh.
A sword struck the ground by my feet.
I twisted my weapon buried in his body. He groaned. Something struck me in the face. I grunted, stumbling back. The world rang about me. I crashed onto the ground, lying on my side. Stars exploded across the darkness of my world.
“Where are you?” the warrior snarled, his voice thick and throaty. He coughed. Something bubbly entered his words, a wet wheezing. “I'll crush you... Then fuck your sister so hard.”
His footsteps crunched, stumbled. He sounded like a wounded bull. His sword hissed through the air, swinging with a wild frenzy. I needed to stand. To keep fighting. But my body didn't want to work. My brain felt disconnected from the rest of me.
“I'll gut you... And...” His words trailed off. Something crashed to ground. “Las-damned faerie! You poxed whore. I'll...” Armor rattled. He coughed. Leaves rustled. “This isn't... She needs it... back... I... Now...”
Then I heard just wheezing, wet breaths slowing, slowing, stopped.
“Well done!” the faerie said. She clapped from above me. “You do not give up, Sven. I like that. You play to win!”
Suddenly, I could see again. I blinked against the fading daylight. I stared up at the faerie hovering above me, her large tits swaying, her pink hair dancing about her face. She had such a grin on her lips, her purple eyes twinkling.
“So, you're looking for me, huh?” the faerie asked. “And you know what, I think I want to help you. You're so much fun, Sven! You play dirty. I love it!”
“Great,” I groaned, the world spinning around me, my body growing colder and colder. “I think...”
“Oh, right, let me free your sister so she can heal you.” The faerie beamed at me. “Don't want you dying now. Not when I decided to play with you.”
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Kora FalkSven groaned as his wounds healed, accelerated by my divine magic. He leaned against a log, studying the faerie who'd tricked him into deflowering Nathalie. The former virgin hugged herself on the other side of the campfire, trying not to look at the corpse of Warleader Gorth'in.
“He was a monster,” Zanyia said, staring down with glee at the dead Shizhuthian. “He loved to beat his lamia slaves. Especially Shithana. He would decorate her in bruises. Said it made her more beautiful.” She spat on the corpse. “I think he looks more beautiful dead.” Her tail swished back and forth.
I moved around to Nathalie, putting my arm around her. “Are you okay, sweetie?”
The fourteen-year-old nestled against me. She nodded her head. “It was just so... so scary. It was so wonderful when Sven... and then... it wasn't.”
“Yeah, that happens around my brother,” I said, resting her head on my breast, her golden-blonde, braided pigtails falling down my body. “He attracts danger and gives pleasure.”
“He did give me pleasure,” Nathalie said.
I smiled at her. I bet he did. I glanced at the faerie, shaking my head. She had played one naughty trick on us, getting Sven to deflower the virgin earlier. Though I was certain my brother enjoyed every moment of plundering the girl's untouched charms.
“So,” Sven said, staring at the faerie as she fluttered around the campfire, her big tits swaying before her. She kept pulling on her nipple piercings, two gold rings threaded through fat, pink nipples. “You want to help us?”
“Yep!” she smiled. “I've been watching you fooooorever!”
“Forever?” I asked, frowning.
“Well, ever since you entered the woods being hunted by those humans.” She giggled. “I sent them so deep into the forest, they are probably still wandering lost in there.”
“Who are you?” Sven asked. “Why do you even care about helping us?”
“I'm Aingeal,” she said, fluttering to a rest before Sven, her big tits swaying. “And you fascinate me. One human male satiating his sister, a lamia, and the stone princess is so interesting. And I love how you make your women moan.”
“He made me moan,” Nathalie said. “And my mother.”
“Her mother?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at my brother.
He gave me a roguish grin back, his blue eyes sparkling. “It's how I seduced Nathalie. I let her watch me fuck her mother, giving her mother such pleasure that it made Nathalie... competitive. She wanted to prove she's a woman, too. And what better way than by having sex with her mother's lover.”
“You knew I was watching?” gasped Nathalie, her cheeks going pink.
Sven winked at her. “And it worked. It made you so wet and eager to have sex with me.”
“See,” Aingeal grinned. “Why wouldn't I want to help you out?”
“Because you're a faerie,” I said, not wanting to let my brother's cock do the thinking for him. It thrust hard from his crotch as that busty faerie brandished her big tits at him.
“And that means I'm untrustworthy?” she gasped even as she leaned over, her breasts pillowing on my brother's lap, engulfing his cock.
“Yeah,” Sven said then groaned as she squeezed her tits tight, sliding them up and down his dick.
I shook my head, the faerie's tight, hairless slit pointed right at me, glistening with her excitement. “So, why do you want to help us, Aingeal. And don't say my brother's cock has you so wet you want to help.”
“That's why I'm here,” Nathalie said.
“You were a virgin,” I told her. “It's believable that your little cunny would ache for my brother's cock. But Aingeal... She's not a virgin.”
“Nope,” Aingeal giggled. “I'm over two hundred.”
“So what's the reason?” Sven asked.
“Fine,” she pouted. “I know you want to stop Prince Meinard. And I know who he's working with in Faerie.”
“Who?” Sven asked.
“A horrible fey. Just the worst. I hate him!” Aingeal's hips wiggled. “And I would love to play a joke on him. Something that would humiliate him. Ooh, Duke Gallchobhar, Lord of the North Marches, deserves that so much!”
I glanced at my brother. He nodded his head. He believed her. I bit my lip. Vengeance. It was so simple. But we needed to enter Faerie. So I would believe her. For now.