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

He spied a wood-nymph by the enchanted pond, on the enchanted tilt, in the shade of the enchanted tree."Awrite hen."He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous speech pattern typical of his kind."privation tae give jiggly wi'it ?"

The wood-nymph raised her head, topped by its jacket of auburn hair, her Milk gabardine tegument glow in the soft brightness level. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two groundwork of blue tattoos, and said in a faint, calendar week voice,"piece of tail me please."

"Ne'er swatch a natural endowment cuddle in th'gob."thinking Medium-Sized Magnus, his thoughts also in an uncomprehensible accent mark. He jumped to carry out her wishing ; he landed between her conveniently open legs. His humanness had grown to its full ten column inch. He'd been working on that surprisal for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaur, you need a surprisal like that.

"smash went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his kind. He manhood plunged alliteratively into her minge. A prissy bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to groom themselves."hit ! Bang ! rush !"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 behavior, she had been so desperate ; she had stooped to bestiality. A succubus would not normally be seen drained in the presence of one of his kind. Though if he hadn't come along at that accurate import, she may very well feature been seen dead. She'd been dying of thirst ; she was out of her constituent. Why she was in the enchanted glen, so far from her home, was unclear to her at that moment.

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

At the bound of the trees she saw them, five preppies, they looked Eighteen to nineteen, the prime juicy age for her quarry. They were bent grass 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 rough desert sunlight, and asked,"Could you help me boys ?"

And thus ensued the orgy.

Elrinvienne surveyed the wreckage of her meal as she scooped up and savored some wander come. The five naked sweaty bodies lay snoring on the ground. In times yesteryear, a succuba feeding would completely drain the get-up-and-go out of her prey, thus killing them. Elrinvienne was a Californian, she was environmentally witting and thought that was uneconomical, so she only drained them to exhaustion, not death. They'd wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected seat with a retention they wouldn't believe. Nor would any of their friends they'd try to state of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enchanted glade, back to the bewitch consortium and sat on the captivate rock in the shade of the bewitch tree. She felt vivacious, live, total of energy. A big meal would do that, some species would have a post-prandial snooze, succubi would go to a social club and dancing all night on a meal like that. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. ‘ That fairy must be awake.'she thought.

Indeed, she heard his vox,"Did ye loch yer collation ?"

"I did indeed."She replied, though'collation'hardly covered the fete she'd just had. Imagine chowing down on a basket fully of happy repast, that's what the snack was like to Elrinvienne.

"Ah thooght ye micht loch it."

The fairy 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 pouf ?"

"Ah am indeed."The luck faery repaid forgivingness shown to it by creating near fortune for the form one. While Elrinvienne had only been concerned with feeding off the faery, he had seen her invitation as a kindness.

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

"Ah dornt need luck fur ‘ at. Ah can go atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the charming means of traveling of some queen, she felt Leslie Townes Hope growing."Ah can tak'ye tae Vega. If ye tak'me it jigging. Ah ken yer kin'likes a guid ceilidh."

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

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

They wanted to live a cliched happily ever after, but their's was a taboo lovemaking, they had to live in the shadow apart from their several kinds. They didn't care ; they had each other .