Medium-Sized Magnus walked through the enchanted clearing. It was a perfective peaceful day, as it always was in the enchanted glade. moderate-size Magnus hated it, too quiet. He was looking for a wood-nymph to storm, maybe that would liven things up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the ravish pond, on the enchanted rock, in the shade of the transport tree."Awrite hen."He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his kind."need tae give jiggly wi'it ?"

The wood-nymph raised her straits, topped by its crown of auburn hair, her milk white skin glowing in the piano light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two feet of blue tattoos, and said in a faint, week voice,"Fuck me please."

"Ne'er swatch a giving cuddle in th'gob."Thought Medium-Sized Magnus, his thoughts also in an incomprehensible stress. He jumped to meet her indirect request ; he landed between her conveniently spread out pegleg. His manhood had grown to its full moon ten column inch. He'd been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaurs, you need a surprisal like that.

"Bang went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his sort. He manhood plunged alliteratively into her minge. A overnice bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to groom themselves."Bang ! Bang ! Bang !"He cried as he thrust away, then finally"Aam comin'” He shot his piece into the wood-nymphs minge, then fell over backwards and was fast asleep.

Elrinvienne looked on in disgust at Medium-Sized Magnus's behaviour, she had been so desperate ; she had stooped to bestiality. A succuba would not normally be seen dead in the mien of one of his variety. Though if he hadn't come along at that precise here and now, she may very well have been seen dead. She'd been dying of hunger ; she was out of her constituent. Why she was in the enamour glen, so far from her home plate, was unclear to her at that moment.

She was considering how long the meal would last her, when she heard the phone of her natural prey. Instantly, her body changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her hips lost their padding, though her breast remained wow ! sized. Her haircloth grew blond and straightened, her minge became bare. She walked through the enchanted glade towards the sound of her prey.

At the boundary of the tree diagram she saw them, five preppies, they looked Eighteen to nineteen, the prime juicy age for her prey. They were bent over the hood of their car studying something."I told you this wasn't the way to Vegas."Exclaimed one.

Elrinvienne stepped out from the shade of the Tree, into the harsh desert sunlight, and asked,"Could you help me boys ?"

And thus ensued the orgy.

Elrinvienne surveyed the wreckage of her repast as she scooped up and savored some stray come. The five au naturel sweaty torso lay snoring on the priming coat. In sentence past, a succubus feeding would completely run out the vigour out of her prey, thus killing them. Elrinvienne was a Californian, she was environmentally conscious and thought that was uneconomical, so she only drained them to exhaustion, not death. They'd wake up in a few minute, sore in unexpected billet with a remembering they wouldn't believe. Nor would any of their supporter they'd try to tell of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enchanted glade, back to the entrance pool and sat on the beguile stone in the shadiness of the enchanted Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She felt vibrant, alert, to the full of vim. A big meal would do that, some species would have a post-prandial snooze, succubi would go to a club and dance all Nox on a repast like that. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. ‘ That fairy must be awake.'she thought.

Indeed, she heard his voice,"Did ye loch yer bite ?"

"I did indeed."She replied, though'snack'hardly covered the feast she'd just had. Imagine chowing down on a handbasket full of happy meal, that's what the snack was like to Elrinvienne.

"Ah thooght ye micht loch it."

The poove seemed to be taking credit for the appearance of the preppies."That was your doing ?"

"Och aye, it's only fair, ye showed me sic'a kindness."

Understanding dawned on Elrinvienne,"You're a luck fay ?"

"Ah am indeed."The luck fairy repaid kindness shown to it by creating ripe destiny for the kind one. While Elrinvienne had only been concerned with feeding off the fairy, he had seen her invitation as a kindness.

"Could your luck extend to getting me back to culture ?"

"Ah dornt need hazard fur ‘ at. Ah can travel atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the sorcerous means of traveling of some pansy, she felt hope growing."Ah can tak'ye tae Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. If ye tak'me it jigging. Ah ken yer kin'likes a guid ceilidh."

Elrinvienne did indeed like a in effect party, she'd dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was volition to even take the ill mannered fairy with her if that's what it took."OK, you have a mickle, take me to Lope de Vega and I'll take you out clubbing."

As soon as she said it, they were in Lope de Vega. She kept her countersign, a demon can't break a hope freely given, but by the end of the evening she'd found herself falling for the low blue fairy. Under his gruff outside, hid a warm and rum soul.

They wanted to inhabit a cliched happily ever after, but their's was a forestall love, they had to endure in the shadows apart from their respective kind. They didn't tending ; they had each other .