Chapter 14: Baiting the Trap

I shivered as I stepped out of the mushroom ring into home. Faerie. It had been twenty-three years since I set foot here. Twenty-three years since everything went wrong. I took a deep breath, smelling the spicy freshness of the air, a scent found no where but here. Around me rose tall pine trees with silvery bark, their needles shimmering with a golden hue as the trees swayed in a gentle breeze. A riot of colorful flowers ringed the base of the trees, adding their own nectar to the air, helping form that scent of home.

My butterfly wings fluttered as my naked toes curled into the soft loam. Tears burned in my eyes. It was wonderful to be back.

Spirits danced through the air. The small balls of light—red, blue, green, purple, yellow, and orange—darted or drifted around me. They were everywhere. In the mortal world, they hid in objects, only appearing when I needed them. But not here in Faerie. They came from here. With them, my ancestors had created this world for us to live in.

A ball of red light, a conjuration spirit, surged up to me, brushing my lips in welcome. A tingle of energy raced through me. I shuddered, my hairless pussy clenching, juices dripping down my thighs from the sudden surge of excitement.

"Wow," Zanyia purred behind me. "It's so pretty here. Look at all the flowers."

"They're beautiful," gushed Nathalie, the young girl falling to her knees before a patch of colorful primroses. She breathed them in then plucked one, entwining the stem into one of her pigtails.

"Yes, they are," Kora said. "It's like Rithi painted her brush here, creating something spectacular."

I nodded my head. The Goddess of Art had no hand in this world's creation, but she would appreciate it.

"It's nice," my human husband said. He stared at me. "You miss it?"

"I do," I said, lifting my chin to the sky. It was always twilight here, the stars twinkling over head. Three different moons were in the sky, violet, orange, and blue. They were all full tonight. That could change. Their phases weren't consistent like the moon in the mortal world. The yellow moon was missing, and I spotted a sliver of the green moon to the east. "It's wonderful to be home, even if it's only for a little while."

Sven cupped my face, turning me to look at him. He had compassion in his blue eyes. His thumb swept across my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn't realized I shed. I felt them now, building in my eyes. Twenty-three years away. Cernere's black cunt, it had been so long. I felt so whole here. The emptiness that had gnawed at me filled for a few moments.

But I couldn't stay. I was banished by Queen Sidhe herself. I shouldn't even be here. If I was caught, it would be bad. Execution bad. But I had a chance to pay that bastard Duke Gallchobhar back. I ached to hurt him for what he did to my family. To my father.

"I lost my home, too," Sven said. "It was stolen from me and my sister."

"That's why you want to stop Prince Meinard," I said, staring into his eyes, seeing the pain he tried to hide. "I can understand that." I took a deep breath. I wanted to be happy and cheerful. I hated being morose, but the pain was so great here.

"How did Duke Gallchobhar drive you from your home?" my husband asked.

The pain deepened. I pulled away, saying, "He tricked me." I took a deep breath, wings fluttering with more agitation. "We don't have time for this. We need to get some pegasi so we can travel with speed to the duke's lands."

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Zanyia

"How do we do that, Mistress Aingeal?" I asked, my tail swishing. My nose twitched, breathing in so many new smells. Wonderful smells. Every inhalation brought me new beauty to enjoy. My entire body tingled from the excitement of the scents. I crouched low, flowers brushing my legs, each one with a different perfume to savor.

The sadness faded from Aingeal replaced by a naughty smile. Her purple eyes twinkled as her big boobs jiggled, her gold nipples rings glinting. Like me, she went naked. She didn't hide her body like the humans insisted on doing. They were such big breasts. The type I wanted to play with. To rub my cheeks against while purring happily, my ear twitching and my tail swishing.

"Well, we need to attract the stallion of the herd," Aingeal said to me. "So that means we need pussy juices. Lots and lots of pussy juices."

I shoved my hand between my naked thighs, stroking through my tawny bush to rub my hot pussy lips. My cream coated my fingers. I held them up glistening and yowled, "I have plenty of those." I glanced at Nathalie, primroses decorating both her blonde pigtails now. "Right?"

Nathalie pulled up her skirt revealing her downy bush covered in her dew. "I have a wet pussy, Master."

Aingeal gave a wicked giggle. Her butterfly wings flapped, lifting the faerie into the air. Her big boobs jiggled as she whirled around to face Sven. "We need to spread pussy juices on clover. Pegasi love to munch on clover, and they love pussy juices."

"Who doesn't love pussy juices?" Sven grinned, that roguish smirk that made him so handsome and dashing making me shiver. "Eh, sister dear?"

"You would know, brother mine," Kora said with a fond smile. "You love to lick up mine."

My tail swished faster. It was so exciting watching Master lick out his sister's pussy and revel in incestuous passion. It made my cream drip down my thighs. It almost felt like a waste as my juices trickled out of me.

But I could always make more.

"There's a clearing..." Aingeal turned in the air, peering at the woods. She pointed. "That way."

Sven led the way, Aingeal hovering at his side. She could stay in the air with such ease, her wings hardly flapping at all. It was almost like they weren't really needed for her to fly. I padded along beside Kora, Nathalie on the other side, the young girl humming in excitement. More juices trickled down my thighs as I walked, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

Kora glanced down then swiped a finger up my inner thigh. I shuddered, my tail going stiff for a moment while I yowled in delight. Then she brought her finger to mouth, tasting my sweet cream. She smiled. "You're excited."

"Aren't you, Mistress?" I asked, giving her an arched look. "I bet you got a pussy dripping juices down your thighs beneath your robe."

"Maybe," she said with a naughty smile. "I've always wanted to ride a pegasus. Though I didn't think I'd have to masturbate to do it."

"Isn't Faerie so much fun?" Aingeal asked from ahead. She was flying backwards now, cupping her big breasts, her thighs as dewy as mine. "Oooh, I love being here."

Cú Mheá, her feyhound, bounded at her side. My little pussy clenched. I wouldn't mind enjoying the beast made of woody vines entwined together, almost like a wicker basket, formed in the shape of a wolfhound. He had a leafy tongue and acorns for eyes, his stiff tail swishing back and forth. He moved like a dog, right now looking friendly and happy as we walked. He had a nice cock, carved of wood, and capable of firing a sap-like cum. Watching Aingeal fuck him last night had excited both Master and me. But Kora hadn't been so thrilled by it. She'd darted away into the tent like it disgusted her.

The silvery trees passed us along with more flowers growing around them. Bluebells, primroses, daisies, dandelions, buttercups, lady's laces, snapdragons, carnations, gardenias, larkspurs, irises, and more grew around us. Flowers I didn't know the name for grew with strange shapes, one looking almost like a face, others with wide petals or fuzzy centers. They came in every color imaginable. I breathed in deeply, learning new scents.

I loved Faerie.

Then a clearing appeared ahead. I caught a shimmer of color amid the green grass. We stepped out into the twilight. Though the night sky was spread overhead, somehow there was a enough light to see by like it were day. It was so bizarre. Clover covered the field, but instead of having those tiny, white flowers, they came in every hue imaginable. A rainbow of clover.

"Four leaves," Sven said, plucking one. It had flecks of gold in the leaves that glinted as he twisted it. "These are said to be rare in are world. Is this an entire field of them?"

Aingeal nodded. "We use them as tokens of our promises," she said. "When we make agreements."

"You didn't give me one." Sven arched an eyebrow. "When you promised to be my wife."

"No, I gave you myself." The faerie fluttered her wings. "Isn't that better?"

"Yes," he said then tucked the clover behind Aingeal's ear, the green standing out against her soft-pink hair. His hand stroked her cheeks.

She blushed and trembled, her big boobs swaying in such a hypnotic fashion. I wanted to pull on her nipple rings as I nuzzled into those tits. Ooh, they were so amazing. My pussy itched more and more.

"So we can start masturbating now?" I asked, flexing my toes into the green ground cover. "I'm so horny."

"Or we can finger each other," Kora said. "Form a daisy chain."

"Doesn't that involving pussy licking," Sven asked. "And you can't do that. Zanyia will drink up every drop of cream she can get."

"I totally would," I giggled, licking my lips. "But we can finger each other. Make each other squirt."

Aingeal nodded. Her eyes moved, like she followed something drifting through the air before her. I frowned, not seeing anything. The faerie smiled. "Yep, this is perfect. We'll spread our juices, and the spirits will make sure a herd smells it and comes."

"Spirits?" Sven frowned, asking the question I wanted to.

"It's how my magic works," Aingeal said. "It's really spirits that do it. They just love us faerie so much they'll do anything we think about if they can."

"Those are what witches control, right?" Kora said.

"Yes. They use rituals to force the spirits to obey them." Aingeal's wings fluttered. "Well, those twinborn witches of the Tuathan have feyblood in them, so the spirits love them, too. Shall we?"

"Yes," Sven said, rubbing at his leather pants, his cock bulging.

"Now don't spurt any cum," Aingeal warned. "The stallion won't like that. His mare's would, but they follow him not the other way around."

"I can control myself."

"Such a sacrifice, dear brother," Kora said, a smile on her lips. Then she slid her hand up Aingeal's thigh, reaching the faerie's hairless pussy. She rubbed at it, making Aingeal shudder.

Nathalie undid Kora's robes. The pink cloth fell away revealing Mistress's shaved pudenda tattooed with her flowering vines. The girl slid her slender fingers across the tattoo then down to rub at Kora's tight slit. She shuddered, her breasts jiggling free of her robe, round and beautiful.

I scampered up, standing beside Aingeal and Nathalie, the four of us forming a ring of fingering delight. I shoved my hand beneath Nathalie's brown skirt, finding her soft down then her wet pussy. The eighteen-year-old sucked in her breath. Her blue eyes widened, flower-entwined pigtails swaying as she moaned. Then I purred, Aingeal's fingers stroking my pussy lips, completing the circle.

My eyes flicked around at the other three women of Master's harem. Aingeal's boobs jiggled as Mistress shoved her fingers deep into the faerie's snatch. Wings fluttering behind her, Aingeal grinned at me, her digits sliding up and down my slit until she found my clit.

And massaged it.

"Ooh, I like that," I purred. "Mistress Aingeal, you have such a deft touch."

"So do you," whimpered Nathalie, her finger growing juicier and juicier as I stroked up and down her tight slit.

"Mmm, that's it," Kora purred, her blue eyes squeezing shut. She bit her lip, Nathalie's fingers digging through Kora's pussy folds.

I breathed in, the scent of our four pussies filling the air. Nathalie had a sweet musk, similar to my own, while Aingeal's cream smelled like honey. I licked my lips, savoring the tangy delight Kora's snatch added to our feminine bouquet.

Juices dripped down my fingers as I stroked Nathalie's twat. Her clit peeked out of its sheath, a little hard nub I found, massaged. I stroked it in fast circles, making her whimper and gasp. Her small breasts jiggled in her dress. Her free hand yanked at the ties of her bodice.

She freed those small cones.

My free hand reached and slid up Aingeal's body. Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit as I walked my digits up to her big boobs. I reached her right one, the one closest to me. I dragged my finger up her mound, circling it. Her fat nipples swayed, piercings flashing in the light.

"Mmm, Mistress Aingeal, you have such wonderful boobs," I purred.

"Ava's jealous of them," Kora said.

"But she has those small, cute breasts," I purred. "Like me and Nathalie. Master clearly likes tiny boobs."

"I like all boobs," Master called, his voice strained with arousal.

I threw a look over my shoulder, my tail swishing. It was hard not to giggle at him, his face flushed, his hands rubbing at his leather pants. He needed satisfaction so badly from watching his four women fingering each other, juices trickling down our thighs, our moans filling the air.

And he couldn't. I would have to make him cum so hard later.

My fingers reached Aingeal's wide areola, stroking across it as I spiraled my digit to her nipple. I brushed the piercing, shifting it. She shuddered, sucking in a deep breath. Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

My ears twitched more. I purred louder and louder as her dancing fingers built the pressure in me. My digits playing with Nathalie's snatch rubbed harder. Then they jabbed into her. The young girl gasped as I sank into her hot, tight, wet depths.

"Zanyia," she whimpered, plunging her fingers faster and faster into Kora's dripping snatch. "Oh, Zanyia, yes. You're going to make me cum."

"That's the point," Aingeal said, her thumb taking over rubbing on my clit while her fingers slid through my folds to the entrance of my pussy.

I yowled, rising on my tiptoes as she jammed her digits into my depths. My cunt clenched down on her two fingers, loving the feel of them in me. She pumped them in and out. Pleasure rippled through me, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. I tugged on her nipple ring, twisting it, making her wings flutter.

All four of us were panting. The air filled with the wet squelch of fingers plunging into hot cunt. Nathalie trembled, her snatch squeezing down on my fingers over and over. Her small breasts barely jiggled because they were so firm. The opposite of Aingeal's soft, rippling mounds. The slightest tremble had the faerie's tits heaving.

"Yes, yes, yes," I yowled, my purr rumbling out of my throat. "Ooh, that's so good. I'm going to cum so hard on your fingers, Mistress Aingeal!"

"Good, you little catgirl slut," purred the faerie. "I want to feel that hot cream spurt over my hands. Just squirting out of you."

"It will," I gasped, her fingers wiggling inside of me, teasing my cunt. My snatch clenched down on her digits, my body quivering. My tail swished faster and faster as my orgasm built and built in me.

"Zanyia!" Nathalie whined, her blue eyes wide. Her pussy clamped down hard on my plunging fingers. "I'm going to cum!"

"You better gush, slut," Kora moaned. "Mmm, and you better make me, too. I'm so close."

"I will, Mistress Kora!" Nathalie panted, her body trembling again. Her braided pigtails bounced around her shoulders as her pussy grew so hot about my fingers. "I'm about to... Yes!"

Hot cunt spasmed about my fingers. I savored the girl's twat convulsing about my digits, sucking at my fingers. Juices squirted out of her, splashing about my hand and splattering the clover at her feet. Her sweet musk filled my nose, stronger than the others.

I licked my lips, trembling, my ears twitching with excitement. My yowls rose as Aingeal's thumb pressed harder on my clit. I trembled, my ears pricking. My cunt tightened on her fingers, increasing the friction, building my orgasms.

"Rithi's keen eye and steady hand!" moaned Kora, her body arching. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Then her juices gushed out of her cunt around Nathalie's fingers. The girl whimpered in delight as she kept cumming, her cream still flowing. I heard the pride in her moans. She made our mistress cum so hard.

Then Aingeal's thumb caressed my clit. Sparks flew. Pleasure detonated in my cunt. My snatch spasmed hard about her fingers. My pussy rippled and convulsed about them. The pleasure shot through me. My entire body swayed.

Cream squirted out of me, running down my thighs and dripping on the clover below me. I shuddered, curling my digits inside Nathalie's convulsing snatch. I rub at her special spot, making her buck, keeping her cumming.

"Kora!" groaned Aingeal. Then her honey musk filled my nose. Her juices poured out of her convulsing snatch.

All four of us moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasure. We kept fingering wet pussies, cream flooding out of us. Our juices dribbled onto the clover, splattering the four leaves and the tiny flowers. Our bodies quivered, all our breasts heaving.

"Damn," Sven groaned behind us.

"That's it!" Aingeal moaned. And then suddenly our pussy juices splattered on the clover glowed purple. I whispered, tail swishing back and forth, as the rapture burned through my mind. "They're coming!"

"So are we!" I yowled in rapture, my pussy spasming so hard on Aingeal's fingers.

Chapter Forty-One: Soaring Over Beauty

Kora Falk

I shuddered, the four of us breaking apart as our orgasm died. I shoved my fingers into my mouth, sucking off Aingeal's honey. It tasted so amazing in my mouth as we stumbled towards Sven. He had such a bulge in his pants. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to give him pleasure, too.

"Brother mine," I moaned, leaning against him. "Ooh, did you like watching that?"

"So much," he groaned, Zanyia kneeling on the other side, rubbing her cheek into his bulge as she purred. "Your women are so hot, sister dear."

I smiled at my brother. My pussy was dripping do to something forbidden with him. Something naughty. I rubbed my dripping snatch against his leather pants. My clit throbbing as it slid up the smooth material.

"No cum," Aingeal said. "I'm sorry, my husband, but you'll just have to suffer for a while." Then she grinned. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

I stared at Aingeal, wanting so badly to trust her. Her pain was so real. She had a reason that kept her away. And what if betraying us would get her back? Would being Sven's wife really protect us if she had ill intention?

Her feyhound lapped at her thighs, his leafy tongue gathering her cream. A heat flushed through my pussy as I stared at the artificial dog. It wasn't a real beast. But...it looked so much like one.

I hated how excited it made me watching Aingeal with him last night.

"Look!" Nathalie gasped. Then she squealed in delight.

I threw my gaze to the night sky and saw the pegasi as clear as day. They were all white, their wings pure snow. They descended to the field, one at the front, the herd of a half-a-dozen or so following. My breath caught as they soared downward, all the majesty of a horse combined with the gliding beauty of an eagle.

The stallion touched down, neighing as he approached the clovers glowing purple, stained with our pussy juices. He breathed in, sniffing at the flowers. Then he munched on the clover, eating our pussy juices in the process.

"We got him," Aingeal said as something tingled through my pussy. Magic surged through the air.

Nathalie gasped, her hands rubbing her dress into her crotch while Zanyia sprang upright, her small tits bouncing. She let out a whimper of lust. She must feel it, too. That same tingle as the stallion munched on our cream.

"Your magic has enchanted him?" I asked, glancing at Aingeal.

"And where the stallion leads, his mares will follow," the faerie answered.

"So he's like Master," Zanyia grinned.

"I'll be your mare, Master," Nathalie grinned, her hands rubbing at her belly. "You'd make such a sexy stallion."

"Yeah, you would, brother mine," I said, my pussy clenching.

"Mmm, my sexy fillies," Sven said, his arm going around me, pulling me tighter against his thigh. My pussy tingled hotter. "I like that."

"Your own herd of sexy women, Master," Zanyia breathed. "Your own harem. We need to get you more women. That stallion has a couple more than you."

I found myself nodding. When did I find it so acceptable to share a man with a bunch of women? Maybe because that man was my brother and I could never have him to myself to begin with. Law and custom forbade our incestuous relationship.

"Let's get going," Sven said. "If I can't cum, I want to limit how long I have these blue balls."

"Sorry, Master," Zanyia said. "We'll take care of you."

"Yes, we will," Aingeal promised as she drifted towards the stallion. "Mount him, my husband, and the mares will let us ride them."

Sven threw himself up onto the stallion with ease. He sat astride the pegasus like he'd ridden bareback so many times. He stroked the mane, the wings unfurling as the stallion neighed and pawed at the clover.

The mares didn't resist as we approached them. They let us climb up. Nathalie did it with surprising skill, and Zanyia had her lamia grace. Aingeal cheated, just flying up into the air and settling herself down on her pegasus's back. Then her feyhound jumped up behind her, his forelegs holding her. The entwined branches that made up his body shifted, turning longer, wrapping about Aingeal's waist. I scrambled up last, having a few false starts before I threw my legs over and settled on the mare's back.

Sven leaned low and heeled his pegasus. With a mighty flap of the wings, he took off, Sven laughing in delight. Then the mares neighed and followed. I gasped as my mount leaped into the sky, her wings beating.

The air rushed past my face, cool and refreshing. The forest fell away, a sea of pine trees stretching to the horizon, each a different height, swaying in the breeze. Aingeal pointed and Sven turned the stallion.

The herd followed.

I couldn't help but stare down at the ground below. We flew fast over Faerie, the forest giving way to grassy fields crossed by rivers. Those undulating waterways shimmered like rainbows in the light, each with its own faint glow illuminating the plants around it. Vast formations of rocks thrust out of the ground, boulders veined with gold and silver and platinum. Gems encrusted other stones, somehow already polished and cut even though they'd never been mined.

It was so much wealth.

We kept flying, the moons drifting overhead. Each a different color and shape, a different face made of darker and lighter patches. A yellow one peeked over the horizon, rising half-full as we journeyed northeast.

Aingeal's pegasus flew beside mine. I kept glancing at her, big breasts swaying as she smiled, staring down at her home. Cú Mheá panted like any dog behind her, his head looking around. He barked and shifted, his tail wagging behind him.

He was so big. And he fucked Aingeal so hard last night.

My pussy grew hotter. I suddenly became aware of the pegasus moving beneath me. The bunching of muscles as she flapped her wings. I squirmed, my snatch drinking in the sensations, tingling heat racing through me.

Why did Cú Mheá make me so excited? I never felt that way around a real dog. But seeing the vigorous way he fucked his mistress last night ignited something in me. And he wasn't real. He was a construct. Almost like a dildo.

I never felt weird about using a dildo before, so why did he make me feel that way?

My pussy tingled as we kept flying. I never quite orgasmed, but I would come close somethings. I'd squirm more and more as we flew across the magical landscape. I'd bit my lip, my cunt on fire, aching for that orgasm.

Though we flew for most of the day, sunrise never came. The moons drifted across the sky, setting while new ones in new hues arose. A pale-blue moon and a deep purple, almost black, shone over us as Aingeal pointed to the ground at a group of strange stones thrust out of it on the edge of another silvery forest.

Sven guided the stallion down, the heard following. I gasped as my mare flared her wings. My pussy pressed hard into her back, my clit throbbing. And then she touched down as gentle as a leaf, shaking her mane and snorting.

"That was amazing!" Zanyia exclaimed. She launched herself off her pegasus, landing by a group of bluebells. "I can't believe I'm not sore. Riding a horse that long makes me sore."

I blinked as I sipped off my hair. I was only horny. But she was right. I should have aching thighs and ass after a day spent riding. No matter how many days I've done it, it still tired you. But I still felt refreshed.

"Welcome to Faerie," grinned Aingeal. "Things work differently here. We set the rules, so fatigue is something we don't deal with here."

"That is fascinating," I said. I'd learned about Faerie while studying at the Temple of Rithi back in Az.

"So do you sleep here?" Nathalie asked.

"Only to dream." Aingeal's wings fluttered. She took a deep breath. "We are at the edge of Duke Gallchobhar's land." She pointed at the forest. "That marks the start of it."

"So let's go," Sven said.

"We need information, my husband." Aingeal gave him an arched look. "So you need to fuck a flower."

Chapter Forty-Two: Silky Petals

Sven Falk

"I really have to fuck this flower?" I asked, staring down at the sparkling bluebell flower before me. It had a large enough petal that I could slip my thick cock through.

"Well, it'll be more of a blowjob," Aingeal said. "But you'll love it. I promised you satisfaction, didn't I?"

"You did," I said to my faerie-wife. I pressed the tip of my dick against the silky petals of the flower.

It moved, the petals sucking the crown of my cock into their depths. My eyes widened as something damp rubbed at the tip. The petals moved, the flower sucking at my dick like a bellows pump. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me.

"Pater's cock," I groaned, the pleasure feeling incredible.

I'd been hard all day. The sight of my four women masturbating wouldn't leave my mind. I needed this cum badly. I just didn't expect it from a flower. But it felt good. Different from a mouth, not as warm, but the silky caress of the petals massaging the sides of my dick and the wet center rubbing on the tip had me trembling. The pressure reached into my balls, full of my cum.

Then hands grabbed my nuts, massaging them. Zanyia and Nathalie leaned in, staring up at me as they each sucked a ball into her warm mouth. I groaned as they sucked. The pleasure rippled through me as they massaged my sensitive nuts with their mouths.

"Mmm, they are just so wanton," purred Aingeal. "Your little slaves just want to please you."

"Yes," I panted, the pleasure my two slaves gave me mixed with the sucking delight of the flower. "Pater's cock, but they're incredible."

Zanyia's triangular ears, thrusting out of her tawny hair, twitched. She purred as she sucked harder on my left nut. Nathalie's blue eyes were dewy with passion. Her tongue swirled around my right ball between her sweet sucks.

I groaned, my toes curling in my boots. Such pleasure surged through me. Such satisfaction. My dick ached and throbbed. The pressure built and built at the tip. I ran a hand through my blond hair, sucking in deep breaths.

It felt amazing. Every suck of the flower built the pressure in my balls that my two slaves massaged with their hot lips and sucking mouths. They agitated the cum in my nuts, bringing me closer and closer to blowing my load with every second.

The ache swelled at the tip. A day spent needing to cum, no satisfaction for hours and hours, had my orgasm rising fast. My face contorted as the pressure built. The tension tightened my body as I stood on the cusp of my orgasm.

"Gods, yes!" I groaned, the flower sucking hard one final time.

My balls unloaded.

Euphoria surged through me. I grunted with each blast of cum splattering into the bluebell. The petals worked about my cock, the flower sucking out every drop of cum. My slaves massaged my balls as the jizz rushed out of them, making me groan and gasp.

The powerful blasts reached my mind. I shuddered, holding onto the pleasure for as long as I could. The intense orgasm swept through me. Leaving me groaning and grunting as the final blast of cum fired into the flower.

"Damn, damn, damn," I panted.

"Good," Aingeal said. "Now we have to hide. We don't want to startle the pixie until she gets a taste of cum."

"Pixie?" I said, a little dazed from my orgasm. "What?"

"That's what we're summoning. To get the information." Aingeal gave me a smile. "My husband, this next part is even better."

The five us of slipped behind the menhirs nearby. The massive monoliths of rough-cut stones thrusting out of the crown, forming ancient pillars, many connected by a third stone laid horizontally from them, like they were doorways built for giants and just left standing unused, the buildings never constructed around them.

"It won't be long," Aingeal purred, pressed against me. "We'll hear her coming out of the forest." She smiled. "There she is."

I frowned, hearing a faint buzzing, the wings of an insect. "Is she a bug?"

"She just has dragonfly wings," Aingeal said. "She'll look like a slender woman though she only stands up to your waist."

"Like a halfling?" I asked.

"But daintier." Then Aingeal put a finger to her lips as the buzzing grew louder. With it came a happy humming sound, girlish and excited.

The humming of wings swelled, the air vibrating with the pixie's excitement. She let out a girlish squeal. The sound of her flying stopped. Another chortle of delight. Aingeal gave my hand a squeeze, my cock throbbing before me.

I knew what she wanted.

I sprang out around the menhir, darting from the massive stone. The pixie knelt before the bluebell, nuzzling at it, eating my cum out of the flower. She had a slender back and perky rump. A tight, hairless slit peeked between her thighs. A fully mature pussy despite the how tiny her body was. I caught a profile of small, jiggling breasts.

A woman in miniature with a pair of delicate, translucent wings veined like a dragonfly's.

I fell to my knees behind her. She squealed in shock as my cock rammed into her pussy. Such tight heat engulfed my snatch, juicy and silky. I shuddered, her tiny body taking me to the hilt. My balls smacked into her clit.

"Oh, yes!" the pixie moaned. "Queen Sidhe's hungry snatch, what a big cock." She threw a look over her shoulder, her eyes so big and round, making her appear so cute and vulnerable. "Ooh, yes, fuck me!"

Her pussy writhed about my dick, sucking at it in a way I'd never felt. Her inner flesh rippled, massaging me as she wiggled her hips, sliding her cunt up and down it. My balls tensed, a fresh load of cum building to flood her hot snatch.

She wanted my cum. I could tell. The little thing hungered for it, my jizz staining her lips. She nuzzled back at the flower, licking out my seed as I drew back my hips. And fucked her hard. I pounded her. I slammed my cock into her hot, tight cooch over and over. Her twat massaged my dick, pleasure shooting through me.

"Pater's cock, yes!" I groaned, reveling in her cunt's silky delights. "You're just a little cum slut, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," she said, her voice squeaky. She was so small but felt so womanly. My hands slid up her slender waist to cup her breasts. I squeezed her apple-sized mounds, her nipples two pinpricks against my palms. "Fuck me! Give me that cum! I love it!"

"I will, you little pixie-slut!"

I kept thrusting into her, churning up her snatch. Aingeal fluttered by us, grinning as I plowed the pixie hard. The fey's rump jiggled every time I buried into her. I shuddered, her back arching, wings buzzing with excitement.

I would dump so much cum in her. I would pump her full of my jizz. My orgasm swelled in me. Like she could sense it, her pussy sucked harder at my cock. It writhed faster, rippling in such an exciting way about my shaft. Massaging it with juicy pussy.

"Stop!" Aingeal shouted. "Stop fucking her, my husband."

"What?" I gasped.

"No, don't!" whimpered the pixie.

Aingeal looked at me, her purple eyes speaking volume. And then it clicked in my head. The desperate moans of the pixie, the way her cunt sucked at my dick. I shuddered. With a growl, I ripped my cock out of her snatch, my dick aching, throbbing, begging to be back in her.

But I controlled my lusts. They didn't own me.

"We need information, pixie-slut," I panted.

"No, no, give me cum," she panted, wiggling her hips, her head shaking from side to side, "Now!" She had all the petulance of a bratty child. Her little legs drummed on the ground. "I need it in me!"

"Tell me what I want to know," I told her, rubbing my cock against her hairless cunt, sliding up and down that mature and skilled pussy. "You'll get it."

I wanted to bury in her so badly.

"No! Cum! Give me cum!"

"Then no dick for you," I said and stood up. "I have four women who will all be happy to have my cum."

"So happy," Aingeal said. She knelt down and sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. I shuddered, my nuts tightening. I was so close to cumming, then feeling Aingeal sucking had me on the edge. Primed to erupt.

"No!" The pixie's sapphire eyes widened. "No, no, no, don't take his cum! I want it!"

"Information," I said as Aingeal sucked with such noisy enthusiasm. "Once I cum in her mouth, my sister's up next."

"Mmm, yes," Kora purred.

"Then my slaves. I'll jizz all over their faces and watch them lick each other clean."

"Yay!" squealed Zanyia.

"You want my pussy!" the pixie said. She stared at me. "You never felt better. I won't let you fuck me if you cum in her mouth."

"Won't let me?" I arched an eyebrow, Aingeal's mouth bringing me closer and closer to erupting. "A little cum-slut like you thinks she can resist my dick?"

"Just flood Aingeal's mouth, brother mine," my sister moaned, fingering her twat as she leaned against the menhir. "I'm hungry for my jizz."

"Yes!" I groaned, my balls tightening.

"No!" gasped the pixie.

I came.

Pleasure surged through me as my jizz pumped into Aingeal's mouth. My faerie-wife fluttered her butterfly wings as she gulped down my cum. She trembled, purring her delight as blast after blast of my creamy jizz filled her. I fired so much, it overflowed her mouth, dribbling pearly down her chin.

The pixie hissed in frustration while the pleasure bathed my mind. Such delicious pleasure. I shuddered, my hands clenching into fists. The ecstasy shot through me. I soared high for one brief moment of rapture.

Then panted as I came back down to earth.

"So, information?"

The pixie glared at me.

"Mmm, yum, I get a turn, brother mine," Kora said. She pushed off the menhir, pulling her fingers from her twat, and sauntered over. Her breasts jiggled as she slipped her robe off her body.

"Fine," huffed the Pixie. She crossed her arms beneath her small breasts, her cheeks puffing in anger. "What do you want to know?"

Aingeal turned towards the pixie. "Duke Gallchobhar is housing human prisoners around something called a lodestone. I want to know where and how it is protected."

"That's it?" the pixie asked. "That's simple."

"Then you should be able to do it," the faerie said. "Go and when you return, Sven will pump, that cunt of yours full of jizz."

The pixie leaned forward, licking up a line of cum off Aingeal's face. Then her wings buzzed and the pixie soared off into the sky, flying fast towards the forest, leaving a trail of glittering gold dust in her wake.

"Another race birthed by Las's jizz?" I asked.

Aingeal nodded.

"We all love cum," giggled Zanyia. "At least, the female ones do. The male ones love pussy."

My dick throbbed and twitched as I waited for the pixie to come back. I didn't let my women suck me off. I made a promise. I would uphold it. But it was so hard with them lounging around naked. They kept rubbing their pussies and giving me hungry looks.

Insatiable sirens. I loved them all. Even Aingeal. Seeing the pain in her eyes when we entered here. We were the same. This Duke Gallchobhar hurt her family. Drove her from her home. He would pay just like that bastard Meinard did.

In an hour, the pixie returned, buzzing out of the forest, a streak of falling gold dust, like a shower of stars rushing right at me. She slammed into me. I gasped, her body pushing me back. She straddled me, rubbing her pussy on my dick.

"I have it," she moaned, sliding that hot cunt up and down my shaft, her small breasts jiggling. "I have it!"

"What?" I gasped, her pussy's entrance nuzzling at the hard tip of my cock.

"Cum first!" she moaned and then she pressed her pussy down my dick.

I groaned as that amazing snatch engulfed my cock. She quivered on me, her small breasts jiggling. Her eyes widened. Her dragonfly-like wings buzzed into translucent blurs as she shifted her hips. Her small breasts quivered as she worked her slender thighs up and down me.

She looked so small to be impaled on my dick, shaped like a woman, but only half Kora's height. My dick had to reach so deep into her. I could see it bulging up through her stomach. But she loved it. Her hot cunt sucked at my dick, making me groan and gasp on the ground.

"Enjoy her, brother mine," whimpered Kora, squirming nearby while Nathalie devoured her pussy.

"Uh-huh, my husband!" groaned Aingeal. She straddled Zanyia's mouth, the faerie grinding her not snatch on the lamia's lips.

"I am!" I panted, gripping the pixie's hips as she worked that amazing cunt up and down my dick.

"You have so much cum!" moaned the pixie. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her cunt rippled more, sucking harder. My nuts tightened. I couldn't last long in this embrace. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, my balls tensing, prepared to flood her body with my jizz. Her small tits bounced over me, jiggling with their firmness.

I moved my hands, cupping them. I pinched her tiny nipples, smaller than my own. She squealed, her snatch squeezing so hard on my dick. Her back arched, her wings humming louder and louder. She slammed that tight cunt down my cock, squeezing it so hard.

The suction increased.

"Gods damn, that's good!" I groaned.

"Cum in me," she begged. "Please, please, cum in me! I need it! I want it spurting in me! Oh, yes, just have it flood me!"

"I will, slut!" I snarled, squirming on the ground. "Fuck, this cunt is amazing. Just a little more."

"Yay!" she gasped.

And came.

"Pater's massive cock!" I howled at the shock of her pussy spasming about me.

It spasmed and convulsed so fast, a vice that rippled about my dick. The silky pleasure caressed my entire cock. The pressure shot down to my balls. My cum boiled in an instant. My hips thrust upward, bouncing her on my shaft.

I came in her.

Rapture shot to my mind as my jizz boiled into her. I gasped and grunted, stars bursting across my vision. She squealed her rapture as she milked my cock with her tight twat. Her shifted her hips, stirring it around, her cunt drinking in every blast of cum I fired.

"So much yummy jizz!" she panted, rubbing her bulging stomach. "Ooh, yes, that's wonderful."

"Now tell us," I groaned while behind me, Aingeal and Kora were moaning in orgasmic pleasure.

"The lodestone is held at Réimse Seamair," she said. "A pack of feyhounds patrol it and three treemen guard the humans in the stocks."

I shuddered in delight, my orgasm burning through my body. We had the source of Prince Meinard's indestructible army. Once we freed all those people, those thousands of statue soldiers of his would be useless. The first step in destroying him.

"A pack of feyhounds?" groaned Aingeal. "That's a big problem."