Ava's soft, stone lips pressed on my own as she kissed me with such a fierce passion. I held her in my strong arms, showing her that I would protect her. If she needed to flee her father and escape his abuse, I would keep her safe.
By killing the bastard.
I held her rose quartz body against mine, always shocked by how such a form made out of such a hard substance could feel so soft and alive in my arms. Her small breasts felt firm and real on my chest, her nipples hard. Her tongue lithe and agile as it thrust into my mouth. I missed the taste of her, the heat of her body, but... This was better than nothing.
And soon... Soon we would be together.
My dick, still aching from enjoying Princess Siona's asshole, pressed into Ava's belly. It quivered as she breathed. Crystals glimmered in her flesh, little stars dancing across her face as the quartz caught the light in the pavilion. Ava was so remarkable. Her ability to inhabit and make alive her stone statue allowed us to be together even when her father kept us apart.
She broke the kiss and pressed her face into my neck. “I know you'll protect me, Sven.”
“Always,” I said, hugging her tight. I wanted to tell her not to flee. That it would be too dangerous, but she understood those risks. She wasn't naïve any longer. Her father had stolen that from her the day he burned down my family's house trying to kill me.
He did not approve of our relationship. I wasn't from an important enough family to marry his daughter. And my parents, my little sister...
“I'll kill him, Ava,” I growled, my anger rising. “He'll never touch you again.”
She trembled in my arm at that. “Good.” She shifted, lifting her face from my neck and glancing at the faerie princess. “I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting.”
“No, no,” the faerie princess said. She still knelt, my cum running out of her asshole to her purple bush adorning her pussy. “You are in distress. And you have come to Sven. You are close to him?”
“He shall be my husband,” Ava declared with such fierceness.
The faerie's wings fluttered. She reached behind her, scooping up some of the cum running out of her asshole. She held it on her finger as she turned around on her knees, her big tits swaying, and asked, “How many wives do you plan on having?”
“Three,” I answered. “Aingeal, Kora, and Ava.”
Ava nodded her head. “I've worked it out with Kora. And Zanyia wants him to have a whole army of submissive sex slaves.”
“She gets off on it or something,” I muttered, not sure how I felt about it. I mean, it was nice having Nathalie and Zanyia, but my lamia wanted to have an entire castle full of them when I marry Ava and rule Kivoneth.
Sonia smeared my cum on her lips, the cream adorning it. Then she grabbed Ava's arm, the faerie's delicate fingers stroking the glittering, pink stone that made up my betrothed's flesh. The faerie pulled Ava from me to her. The two princesses came together, Ava leaning in with an eager hunger to kiss the faerie on her jizz-smeared lips.
My dick throbbed as they kissed, sharing my spunk that came out of Siona's asshole. My dick ached and throbbed, so glad to Kora's enchantment that I could fuck and fuck. She was such a loving sister.
Siona's hands slid up Ava's side to cup her small breasts. More quartz glittered across my betrothed's body as the pair moaned into their kiss. Pink tongues, one glistening with saliva, danced together as they moaned their pleasure. The faerie princess's fingers swept over the human princess's nipples.
The faerie broke the kiss, her purple wings fluttering, and said, “You are made of such beautiful stone.”
“Thank you,” Ava said, her hands finding Siona's soft breasts. “And you are so enchanting. Big tits are always Sven's weaknesses.”
“And yet he shows such love for you. I suspect he just likes tits of all size.” Siona squeezed Ava's small breasts, making her shudder. “But your sculptor does amazing work to make such a lifelike rendition of your flesh. And then to have the spirits enchanting it. A twinborn witch?”
Ava nodded her head. “I sent it to Fiona in the Lesh-Ke Mountains. She was kind enough to enchant it for me.”
“She must have much faerie blood in her veins to make the spirits so happy to serve her and...” Siona squeezed Ava's tits again. “Mmm, just lovely.” Then the faerie princess ducked her head down and sucked on Ava's nipple.
Ava shuddered, a whimper escaping her rose-quartz lips. She licked them as she ran her sparkling fingers through the faerie's purple hair. My dick throbbed at the hot sight, the faerie's wings fluttering as she swirled her tongue about Ava's nipple before nibbling on it.
“It's so life-like,” Sonia moaned. “You feel alive even though your vessel is stone.”
“Krab's gift to his descendants,” Ava said.
“Wondrous. You are living art in this form, your Highness.”
“I could say the same about you, your Highness” Ava said, squeezing the faerie princess's big tits.
Then my betrothed ducked her head down and latched onto a fat nipple, sucking on the faerie's big tit. Siona moaned, her wings fluttering again. She squirmed, Ava kneading both Siona's heavy mounds as she suckled hard, her glittering cheeks hollowing.
Siona licked her lips at me, arching her eyebrows. I grinned and held my dirt cock for her lips. The faerie princess didn't hesitate to suck my dirty cock into her mouth, cleaning her own ass off my shaft. She lay on her back, head arched to expose her throat and suck at my dick. She was so limber.
Her warm tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, shooting such pleasure too my balls. I let out a low groan of delight, shuddering at the feel of her mouth. She bobbed her head as Ava kept sucking on her nipples. The faerie princess took more and more of my dick. Pleasure surged down my dick, making my balls boil. Her gentle fingers cupped my nuts, massaging them. Such hunger burned in her violet eyes as her delicate face twisted with her excitement.
“Such beautiful tits,” Ava purred as she nuzzled her rosy face between those lush mounds. Ava's hair, not individual strands but thick cords of silky stone, draped across those big tits as the human princess loved the faerie princess's boobs. “Ooh, yes.”
“Maybe you're the one that likes big breasts,” I said with a grin.
Her eyes flicked up at me as she reveled between those huge tits. “Maybe. They are nice.”
Ava sucked at the soft, inner slopes of Siona's tits as the faerie bobbed her head on my shaft. The tip of my cock brushed the back of Siona's throat. I groaned, my balls twitching in her massaging grip as she sucked harder and harder.
Then she swallowed my dick.
She slid her lips down my shaft, sucking so hard. Her throat engulfed my dick. Tight, massaging delight. She swallowed and hummed, the vibrations of her passion buzzing around my dick. I clenched my fists as the pleasure built and built in my balls.
I groaned as she nuzzled her lips into my blonde curls. Every inch of my dick buried into her royal mouth. She held it down her throat for a moment, her violet eyes staring up at me, and then she drew her mouth back. She sucked so hard the entire time, her lips sealed tight about my shaft, cleaning off her ass.
She whimpered, savoring the dirty flavor.
“You are such a slut, princess,” I groaned. “Both of you are.”
Ava let out a purr between those big tits. “I think so. She's just sucking that dick clean of her asshole. It's such a treat.”
“Did you want to enjoy it?”
Ava smiled. “Well, it's her lands. I think she deserves the treat. I'll just find something else to enjoy.”
I grinned as my betrothed's quartz lips kissed down Siona's flesh. The faerie princess wings twitched as Ava kissed lower and lower. Siona's mouth sucked so hard about my dick. My balls ached in her massaging hands. The pressure swelled in my balls, eager to spill into her hungry mouth and give her a salty treat.
Then Ava nuzzled into the faerie princess's belly buttons. Siona's eyes squeezed shut as she squealed in delight. She sucked even harder about my dick as she let Ava spread her thighs. I groaned, running my hands through her purple hair.
“That's it, lick her pussy,” I growled. “Make her suck even harder on my dick. I'm going to dump so much cum down her throat.”
Then I pushed my shaft deeper into her mouth. She didn't fight me. Her throat engulfed my dick again. I groaned, gripping her head in my strong hands. That hot, tight throat massaged my dick. The faerie princess purred in delight about my cock, her wings fluttering behind her as her lips pressed into my crotch.
And then the human princess reached Siona's pussy. She licked and nuzzled at the purple bush. Siona moaned as Ava fluttered her stone tongue through the folds the faerie princess's snatch. Siona's big boobs swayed as she trembled, her mouth sucking so hard on my dick as I fucked her head up and down my shaft.
I used her and she loved it. Her eyes fluttered. She moaned with such rapture as she squirmed on the bed. Ava feasted with passion, licking and lapping at the faerie's pussy with such hunger. My betrothed's supple back glittered, a thousand stars gleaming across her rosy flesh. I stared at her wiggling rump.
I couldn't wait to see her in the flesh. To taste her real pussy. To kiss her mouth. To love her in person.
“Ava!” I groaned, my hips thrusting now, driving my dick over and over down the faerie princess's throat.
She had such a tight throat. She moaned and gagged. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth as I plunged over and over into her oral cavity. She sucked so hard. Her tongue danced across my shaft as she loved me.
“I'm going to dump so much cum down her throat, Ava,” I groaned. “Keep licking her pussy. She sucks my dick so hard.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Use the slutty princess.”
Siona's wings fluttered against the bed as Ava licked louder, harder. I could hear those noisy laps through hot cunt. The faerie twitched. She moaned about my cock, her passion buzzing around my sensitive dick. Then her body bucked.
I groaned, plunging my cock down her throat as her body writhed in orgasmic bliss. Ava purred in delight, drinking down the faerie princess's flood. My balls smacked over and over into Siona's face as I plundered her mouth.
“Cum in her,” Ava moaned, lifting her pussy-stained face from Siona's crotch. “Dump your cum right down her throat.”
“Yes!” I groaned, gripping Siona's head so hard. “Take it!”
I rammed my dick down Siona's throat. My balls smacked into her chin. Pleasure surged through me as the faerie princess moaned in rapture. The buzzing delight surrounded the tip of my cock. The pleasure shot to my balls.
My cum fired straight down her throat.
“Gods, yes!” I groaned as my cum pumped straight into her stomach.
“Pater's cock, yes!” Ava moaned. “Just dump it into her mouth. Use the slutty princess. She loves it.”
Siona moaned her agreement.
The pleasure surged through me. My balls tightened as they unloaded blast after blast of jizz into her hungry mouth. The faerie princess's moaned in delight as she gripped my thighs. She writhed on the bed, her body quivering.
With a grunt, I fired the last blast of jizz down her mouth. Rapture surged through me. “Slata's hungry mouth, but you can please a cock, your Highness.”
“Can she please pussy?” Ava asked. She rose, her quartz body glittering, and stretched out on the bed.
I released Siona's mouth. She pulled off my cock, saliva spilling down her cheeks. Lines of glistening spit connected my cock to her lips for a moment before they snapped. I arched an eyebrow at the faerie, asking, “Can you, your Highness?”
“The princess has a naughty looking pussy?” she asked. “Absolutely. I have to give it a try. Do you produce juices?”
“No,” Ava sighed. “It's a defect. But I can feel everything you do.”
“And she feels so slick and smooth,” I groaned, my dick still hard, dripping with the princess's saliva. “Give her a try.”
“I will,” the faerie princess moaned, turning around on the bed and moving between the human princess's thighs.
The faerie princess stroked Ava's thighs with gentle fingers, stroking down the flesh to Ava's pussy gleaming between her spread-open legs. The sculptor had captured her curly pubic hair as stiff bush surrounding a tight slit that parted with her limbs splayed so far apart. My dick throbbed as the faerie came closer and closer to my betrothed snatch.
I moved behind Siona, peering past her head to watch as her fingers reached Ava's pussy. My lover shuddered at the faerie princess's touch. Siona's digits stroked up and down the stony folds, exploring the twat.
“This is remarkable,” Siona said. “I can feel her heat, and she's so slick and soft. It feels like a pussy made of glass, but glass with the consistency of flesh. You truly are a remarkable being, your Highness. You are blessed to have the blood of Krab flowing through your veins.”
“Thank you,” Ava said, but she looked away, her face tensing.
What happened to her with her father? I almost asked when Siona buried her face into Ava's pussy and licked. Pleasure crossed my betrothed's face, banishing that lingering sadness. Her small breasts jiggled, her nipples sparkling. A whimper escaped her lips, rapture burgeoning inside of her.
Siona's rump wiggled right before my cock. The tip brushed her pale butt-cheek, leaving behind a streak of precum. Jizz stained her crack and coated her pussy, running out of her asshole. My dick throbbed, staring at her pussy.
“Do it!” moaned Ava, her eyes staring at me. “Enjoy her royal cunt, my love.”
I pressed my dick against the petals of Siona's snatch. I shuddered, feeling them about me, smelling the honey-like scent of her cream. That sweet delight of faerie cunt. She wiggled more, moaning into Ava's pussy.
“Fill me with that cock again!” the princess moaned. “I wish to visit my mother with a load of your cum buried in my cunt.”
“We'll see her soon?” I asked as I sank into her snatch. I needed to ensure Aingeal's freedom.
“Tomorrow. It will take us a day of hard flying to reach her palace. But I shall preserve your cum in me.” Her wings fluttered. “I will feel you in me all day as I ride my pegasus.”
“Ooh, that sounds like a wonderful treat,” Ava moaned, her quartz thighs locking around the faerie princess's mouth. “Now lick right there. Yes, yes, yes, I like that!”
Siona's cunt clenched down on my dick as she feasted on Ava's snatch. Excitement surged through me as I thrust forward, pumping my shaft in and out of the princess's delicious snatch. Her hips wiggled, stirring around my dick. Such a wondrous treat surged through me. My balls smacked over and over into her clit.
She moaned into Ava's pussy, licking my princess with such passion. Ava moaned in delight, squeezing her firm breasts as she humped against the hungry faerie's mouth. Siona feasted with that same enthusiasm that Ava had.
And that made my dick ache. It propelled my hips to plunder the faerie princess's juicy snatch as hard as I could. My balls thwacked with lout smacks into her clit. Her cunt clenched each time on my dick, sending pleasure bursting through me.
“Pater's cock,” I groaned, savoring this delicious delight. “And Slata's hairy cunt!”
“Fuck her pussy!” moaned Ava, her body trembling. “Oh, my Sven, pound her. She loves it. The princess is such a slut for us.”
I grinned at Ava, so glad to share a woman with her again. Another princess this time. I just wished Kora, Aingeal, Zanyia, and Nathalie were here, watching, writhing, sharing this joy with me. Even that aoi si, Ealaín, could join the fun. She had those big tits, and I bet beneath her armor she had a body to be worshiped.
I thrust faster and faster, my excitement building and building as I plundered faerie cunt. The pleasure surged through me, rippling through my body. Every stroke had me grunting and groaning. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned, sucking in deep breaths. My eyes squeezed shut as a jolt of ecstasy fired down my cock and through my body.
“Gods, yes!” I grunted.
“Fuck her!” gasped Ava. “Pound her. She's squealing into my pussy. It feels soooooo good!”
Was there anything sweeter than one of the women you loved begging you to fuck another?
My crotch smacked into Siona's rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. Cum squeezed out from her crack, spilling across them as she whimpered. Her wings flapped and fluttered. They twitched as she bucked back into them.
Her violet hair blocked my view of her pussy licking, but I could hear her feasting on Ava's snatch. And the results painted across the human princess's face. Her quartz expression twisted with rapture as she shuddered on the bed.
“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Ava. “Saphique's licking tongue! Ooh, she's going to make me explode.”
“Good!” I groaned. I wanted my women to have all the pleasure they could enjoy. I smacked Siona's rump hard. “Make her cum hard.”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Mmm, Saphique's sweet pussy and Cernere's black cunt, I will!”
Ava bucked hard as Siona feasted with noisy hunger. The faerie princess's pussy clenched down hard on my thrusting dick. I shuddered, the silky friction building the pressure in my balls, bringing me closer and closer to erupting into her royal cunt.
Then Ava spasmed. Her back arched, thrusting her small titties into the air. They sparkled, the quartz flecks in her rosy flesh catching the light. She whimpered, grinding her pussy against Siona's mouth as she came so hard.
“Yes!” I growled and smacked Siona's ass again, leaving a bright-red handprint. “That's how you love my women, your Highness!”
Siona moaned in rapture. And then her pussy convulsed about my dick.
I shuddered as I pumped into a cumming snatch. That wondrous delight rippled about my dick, massaging it, sucking at it. My balls tightened. The pleasure rippled through my body. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Cum in her!” howled Ava as she writhed. “Give her all that cum so she can feel it in her all day!”
“Yes!” squeaked Siona. Her wings became a blur as she writhed in ecstatic bliss. Cool breezes caressed my hot chest as I plundered her convulsing cunt.
“Pater's cock, yes!” I hissed, ramming my dick into her depths.
My cum boiled out of my balls and fired into her pussy. I shuddered, filling the faerie princess with all the spunk she craved. The pleasure surged through my body. Every blast fired more euphoria through me. My head snapped back as I growled out my pleasure.
Siona's pussy milked my dick. The faerie princess moaned in delight, squirming her hips, stirring my erupting dick around in her juicy cunt. The ecstasy turned into buzzing rapture as I spilled a final spurt into her depths.
“Gods, yes,” I panted, sucking in breaths.
“So much cum,” the faerie princess moaned. “Mmm, thank you for your audience, Sven. We shall depart to see my mother. She must take your petition immediately.” Her pussy clenched down upon my dick. “Oh, yes, she has to feel how passionate you are for it.”
Ava giggled. “She wants you to fuck her mother?”
I grinned at the princess. “Doesn't every girl wish her mother to be satisfied?”
A shudder ran through Ava, her eyes growing distant. Was she thinking of me and her mother? I never met her deceased mother, but Ava was said to possess her countenance. I pictured an older version of my blonde princess, lips plump, breasts larger, standing with that mature confidence of experience.
My dick throbbed in Siona's pussy.
Ava stood up. “I need to get my rest. Tomorrow, I have many plans to make.”
I pulled out of Siona and swept Ava's body into mine. “You will take care. I don't want your father to hurt you.”
“He wouldn't hurt me,” she said, looking away. “It's just... I need to get away from him. I need to be with you. I...” She stared at me, her lower lip trembling.
She chewed her lower lip, looked away. “I'm just scared for you. I want to be with you. And then we can end this. His army is undone. He's scrambling.”
I kissed her forehead. “We will end this. We struck him a huge blow. And as soon as Aingeal's free, we'll return and finish him off.”
Hopefully, the phylactery of Biomancer Vebrin won't cause us any problems. One issue at a time. Once Ava ruled Kivoneth, we'd have the resources to deal with destroying the soul of that evil man.
Chapter Eight: Desperate Hope
The pegasus soared through the starry skies of Faerie. Seven of the twenty-three moons shone in the sky right now. Shy Violet, sad Azure, and bold Vermilion were all full, their light panting beautiful highlights on the white mane of my mount.
I tried to appreciate it, to drink in all the beauty I could because... Because Queen Sidhe would order my execution. I had afflicted her with the touch of iron. It wasn't supposed to happen to Queen Sidhe. I had planned on playing my prank on a rival of my father, but Duke Gallchobhar had interfered. He ensured the Queen of Faerie walked through that trellis and triggered my trap, that she was coated in iron dust.
How the queen had screamed.
There was no hiding from such an assault. I could have feigned ignorance of the pain caused to Lady Oona (my actual target), but not to Queen Sidhe... I had no choice but to grovel before the throne and beg for her forgiveness. Banishment for me while my father was stripped of his title. He died not long after, his heart broken by my crime.
In my lust for vengeance on Duke Gallchobhar, I didn't even considered that we would get caught. I didn't think there would be a warning. Not after twenty years. But Queen Sidhe maintained her vigil. Duke Gallchobhar was dead, but that didn't bring my father back to life. It didn't restore our lands to us. It didn't end my banishment.
It just lead to my death. I was alive. I was even happy for those brief hours with Sven. Maybe we did some good, but I didn't care about freeing those humans. I didn't care about even helping Sven and Kora. I just wanted to see that bastard dead.
Now he was, and soon I would die.
It hardly felt like revenge was worth it. I didn't want to be killed by iron. To feel its foul touch burning my flesh from the inside, a fire raging through my veins slowly killing me. I would scream and scream and scream.
I would never see Sven in this life again.
I glanced at my husband flying at the lead with Princess Siona. He had impressed the princess with his prowess in the bed. But Queen Sidhe had millennia of life on her daughter. The queen was the first faerie ever birthed by Cernere from her union with Las. Others followed, but she lived, ageless, guiding our people. She created Faerie to escape the mortal world and their traps of iron with which they sought to own us and use our abilities. Her will had dominated our people since our creation.
And Sven wasn't one to submit. He liked to seize women, mold them to his will, get them to please him by showing them rapture. It wouldn't work on Queen Sidhe. If he tried to dominate her, she would laugh in his face. It would offend her. Her every whim was granted by any faerie. None of us would disobey her.
I had to let Sven know. He would have to swallow his dominating pride. He would have to submit to her lusts, to do what she reacquired, no matter what she desired, if he wanted to save me. My heart thudded in my chest.
Could he do it? Could he swallow his instincts?
I squirmed, wanting to flutter my wings. I missed them so much. I felt so... so incomplete without them. I pushed that down. It hardly mattered now. If Sven didn't convince Queen Sidhe to be merciful, it wouldn't matter that Duke Gallchobhar's attack burned away my wings.
But how could I tell Sven? I squirmed, the diamond manacles about my wrists held a powerful enchantment. The spirits that danced through Faerie ignored me. I was no different from a human to them. They wouldn't obey my will and send a message to Sven. I glanced around the skies, debating my options.
Princess Ava – Echur, Kivoneth Princedom, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I decided to implement my plan first thing in the morning. I knew Shevoin would be tired. Father would have kept him up all night as they plotted new strategies while I was relatively rested. Well, as well rested as I could be given my excitement twisting through my body.
I would finally escape my father. I would get far, far away from the lusts that gripped me.
I dressed in a tight-bodice gown of blue silk while Gretla styled my hair into strawberry-blonde curls. She wore a low-cut gown of simple green, her large breasts swaying in the bodice. Her tits almost spilled out, her nipples hard and on prominent display.
I needed to get the mage on my side. There would be no escape if Shevoin's magic tracked me down. I didn't know if this would work. I just had to hope it would. I glanced at myself in my dressing mirror, the silver polished to such a gleam that I could see myself in it, my face youthful, my cheeks pink with my blush of arousal.
My pussy dripped with excitement. I should go find father and...
I pushed down that incestuous lust. I wouldn't ever sleep with my father again. If I did... I would never escape. I could feel it in my chest. If I submitted to his lusts, he would utterly claim me. I would be lost to this spell. I would be his whore.
I would bear his son and heir.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Princess?” Greta asked.
“Very sure,” I told her and rose. “You do not have to come with me though.”
“I do.” She hugged me tight. “I'm your servant, your Highness. I...” She bit off her words, her blue eyes growing misty. She looked away from me.
“I love you, too,” I told her, squeezing her tight. “And we'll be happy with Sven.” Far, far away from my father and his huge cock. Oh, that dick would feel so nice sliding into my pussy. He would be so exhausted right now, needing me to love him, to...
I clenched Greta tight. She squeaked and squirmed. “Princess!”
“Sorry,” I gasped, shaking my head and releasing her. “We have to do this. We can't let anything stop us.”
“Is it...that bad? Your... desires?”
“They're destroying me.” I could be honest with her unlike with Sven. He would never understand that I cheated on him over and over with my father. “I have to do this.”
She took my hands, squeezing them. “Then we shall. Come on. I will get Shevoin wrapped about my finger, then you spring the trap.”
“You mean your pussy will be wrapped about his cock,” I said, forcing some levity that I didn't feel.
“It's not a bad cock,” she said and shivered, a smile spreading on her lips. “Will Sven's cock be a nice one?”
“It's the best,” I told her, another lie. Father's was. I wanted him in me right this moment... I took a deep breath. “Okay, let's do this before I throw myself at Father.”
We hurried through the castle, passing the other servants. My heart thudded faster and faster. I licked my lips, hoping this would work. It should. It had to. I didn't have any other options of escape than with Shevoin's help.
And he had already betrayed my father once for Gretla's pussy.
We reached the mage's bedroom. I nodded to a pair of maids, white kerchiefs holding back their flaxen hair, passing. They saw us at his door, their eyes wide. They whispered as they scurried away, no doubt thinking that I came to Shevoin to have an affair with him.
Good. That gossip would help.
I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and knocked loudly on the door. It was time to blackmail a master mage. I hoped this would work.
Chapter Nine: Frozen Dawn
The faerie's magic washed away my exhaustion before we mounted the pegasi to fly to Princess Siona's home. In an eye blink, I went from feeling like I had just had a long day of walking, fighting, and fucking (which I did) to the feeling that I had the most restful night sleep.
They had such amazing powers.
I flew beside Sven, Princess Siona on his other side, marveling at the beauty of Faerie. It was hard to remember the stakes of our mission when traveling over rivers made of flowing gold or lakes that glittered like diamonds. We flew over forests that held different hues of trees, some with broad, violet leaves, others were great conifers with azure needles looking almost covered in ice. Fields of colorful flowers, of grains that sparkled like the stars. We flew over villages and towns, built of sparkling materials, roads paved of silver, roofs tiled in sapphires or rubies. They flitted around naked, singing, dancing through the air, making love as they drifted on the winds. They had such a zest for life.
And the art...
There were great hills carved into intricate statues, or gardens of flowers planted to make mosaics that could only be appreciated from the air. Others painted with hues on the very winds themselves, channeling them and making swirling patterns of pastels writhe together to make the impression of lovers dancing or kissing or fucking.
I saw hues here that I didn't know the names of, gradients of color that, perhaps, could only exist in this strange world. My fingers itched to hold the brush. It had been so long since I properly painted anything. A year of being hunted, of freeing slaves, of skulking in taverns had denied me one of my passions. Only when illusions were needed, did I paint at all.
And those were practical images. No imagination. No letting my muse speak to me.
“Wow!” Zanyia gasped behind me.
I threw a look over my shoulder. She and Nathalie flew on either side of Ealaín, the aoi si resplendent in her armor, her ebony face highlighted by the crimson moon shining down on us, her silver pauldrons reflecting glittering stars. Beyond them soared the soldiers, Aingeal in the middle. Her head hung, she looked despondent.
She didn't believe Sven could seduce and please Queen Sidhe?
“That is where we're going?” Zanyia asked. “Do you see that Master?”
Her words flowed past me as I studied Aingeal. Why did she think Sven would fail? He knew how to please a woman like he'd trained in the sexual arts at the Temple of Rithi, or learned from the Priests of Pater all their techniques of seducing and pleasing women they knew. He was an auteur at it, a savant at making women quiver and moan. He instinctually knew what others had to be trained upon. My pussy grew juicy just thinking about how he'd loved me.
And Aingeal knew this. She's experienced his passion.
Worry seized my heart. I thought Sven would impress Queen Sidhe the same way he'd done with her daughter. How could he fail to please her? Was there something... particular that Queen Sidhe demanded in her lovers.
I had to talk to Aingeal.
“Is that all made of crystal?” Sven asked.
“Yes,” Siona said. “Behold the glory that is Danaan, the capital of the Faerie.”
“Kora,” Sven said, “can you believe this?”
“What?” I asked, my head sweeping around to look... “Rithi's blessed art!”
My eyes widened at the crystal city on the horizon. It grew larger and larger as we hurtled closer on the pegasi. The wind blew at my blonde braids as I drank in the grandeur before me. Great spires of silvery glass rose into the air, reflect the vagary hues of the moons shining upon it. As we came closer, I spotted smaller growths, jutting spars of faceted beauty thrusting off the greater towers.
It didn't look so much as built as grown, carefully nurtured by the faerie, guiding the crystal into the shapes to form their buildings and city. I wanted to paint it. I struggled to capture it in my mind so I could recreate it.
And knew I could never come close to capturing its majesty.
It was too immense for a human to reproduce. Too intricate. We reached the outskirts, the smaller residences that glowed from the inside, the lights by which the residence saw inside their homes. The crystals thrust from the ground at different angles, almost looking chaotic, but there was purpose in everything. Buildings complimented each other. The vary randomness of its layout reveled the deliberate design to make every place you looked different and enthralling.
At its heart, burnished yellow glowed like a frozen dawn. Instead of silver, golden glass soared. These crystals were delicate, making slender spires, almost fluted. Faerie darted around them. Music rose around us, a thousand voices singing a complex harmony. Constructs made of twisted veins, like destroyed Cú Mheá, pranced through gardens of lesser crystals growing around the buildings. Some were feyhounds, but there were feyhinds, feybears, feycougars, and more. A menagerie of created beings that played below.
“The Palace of Danaan,” breathed Siona. “My mother's grand court. Here did Aingeal commit her heinous crime against my mother.”
As we flew through the palace's spires, the golden facets glimmered like mirrors. Reflections looked back at us, broken into eternities. It made me grow dizzy as our pegasi spiraled downward; she knew just where to go.
I almost swooned with the dizzying beauty around me. My head kept whipping around, drinking in new sights. I heard even my brother gasping in awe, overwhelmed by the immensity of this place. The spires reached hundreds of feet into the air, taller than any structure built in our world.
Faerie flitted around us as we landed. Some were servants, taking the Pegasus away, while others were bedecked in too many jewels to be anything but noble and courtiers. None wore clothing. Male faeries had jeweled cock rings either piercing their tips or worn around the bases, and about their arms they wore glittering torcs. The women were adorned with necklaces and ring and bracelets. They had pierced lips, noses, nipples, bellybuttons, clits, and labia. Some had strings of jewels adorning their hair, making them sparkle like the starry sky as they drifted around us.
I dismounted my pegasus, grateful to stand on the courtyard. Until I looked down. And saw myself reflected back up in the golden surface. I could see up my robe, my naked pussy wet between my thighs.
“By the gods,” Sven groaned. “How?”
“It took three thousand years to grow Danaan,” Siona said with such pride. “Generations labored to build it for our Queen, a home fitting for the first of us.”
The number made my brain hurt. Three thousand years... The High King died two hundred years ago, and that felt like such a huge amount of time... How could Sven impress this Queen Sidhe if she was so ancient?
I had to speak with Aingeal.
“My mother awaits us,” Siona said after conferring to a slim, male fey with periwinkle hair and soft-blue wings. “My messenger arrived. She has granted you an audience, Sven, to plead on behalf of Aingeal.” Siona squeezed my brother's hand. “If you can manage to please my mother, she may be merciful.”
“I heard a lot of conditionals in there,” growled Sven.
“You can do it, Master,” Nathalie said.
“Yes!” Zanyia purred. She knelt before him and nuzzled her face into his thigh. “I believe in you, Master.”
So did I.
Only a few soldiers formed up around Aingeal. She stood with her head lowered, hands manacled behind her. Her large tits swayed as one of the soldiers prodded her forward with the haft of a bronze spear.
But would they let me get close to her? Prisoners often weren't allowed to speak to others. I'd have to find a way to distract them. I wanted to use my illusions, but I learned that faerie were too good at seeing through what I crated. While I was skilled with my art, they lived and breathed such deceptions. Not only were they birthed of the God of Lust, but of the Goddess of Crime. Trickery and lies formed them as much as carnal desires.
I would need something else to distract them. Just for a moment. Could I use the sex slaves? No, there were five guards. Zanyia and Nathalie could pull away one or two each, but that would still leave at least one guarding her.
“Let's not keep Mother waiting,” Siona said with a flutter of her purple wings. “She is not a patient being.”
Sven strode beside the princess, marching with his confident strut into the palace. Zanyia and Nathalie followed after him. Ealaín loomed up beside me, somehow not making a sound despite the full plate armor she wore. Her midnight-black face was fat, expressionless.
“You are not confident in my brother's success?” I asked, my mind still working on the problem of speaking to Aingeal.
“I need to speak to Aingeal,” I said as I followed after, Ealaín pacing me.
“Then talk to her,” the aoi si said, her words direct.
“She's surrounded by the guards.”
“And...” I frowned, struggling for a reason why that wouldn't work. “I... Huh... I guess I could just talk to her.”
“Sometimes you humans over complicate things by thinking too much,” Ealaín said.
It really couldn't be that simple, could it? I glanced back at the guards leading Aingeal. Well, I could just try. I slowed my pace, letting them catch up at me. The lead soldier came abreast with me, glancing at me once. He gave me a flirty smile.
I returned it with an arched eyebrow. He did have a beautiful face...
Then he was past me and I found myself walking beside Aingeal. None of the soldiers seemed to care. So I nudged my wingless faerie-wife with my elbow. Her big boobs jiggled as she blinked and looked up at me.
“You're not confident Sven will please Queen Sidhe,” I whispered, still feeling like the guards would object to what we spoke about.
“She will require his utter submission,” Aingeal said. “If he is at all defiant, if he tries at all to seize control like he normally would, she will be offended. She has ruled for five thousand years. Our people follow her whim. She is the only one of us left who remembers Cernere. Queen Sidhe created this world. No one has ever defied her. Not even when my prank backfired did I disobey her command. She had no idea I put the iron dust there, but when she ordered the miscreant who did it to come forward, I did. Sven...”
“Isn't one to be submissive,” I said, my heart clenching. My brother seized women. His domination is partly what made him so sexy. He made you feel so womanly when he just seized you and took what he wanted while at the same time giving you what you craved. “I'll warn him.”
“Will it be enough?”
My heart clenched as ahead grand, crystalline doors were thrown open onto an opulent room. At the far end a regal fey sat upon a throne. She carried herself with the majesty of eons, a soul so ancient that she transcended everything else around her, a true demigoddess holding court.
“I don't know,” I said, my heart squeezing. Could Sven be utterly obedient... “He'll try.”
Aingeal gave a sad nod, her shoulders sagging. Sven would try to submit, but...