Medium-Sized Magnus walked through the jinx glade. It was a consummate passive day, as it always was in the enchanted glade. Medium-Sized Magnus hated it, too tranquillise. He was looking for a wood-nymph to storm, maybe that would liven affair up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the charm pond, on the enchanted careen, in the nicety of the enthral Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree."Awrite hen."He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his kind."lack tae give jiggly wi'it ?"

The wood-nymph raised her mind, topped by its crown of auburn fuzz, her Milk River white peel glow in the soft light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two base of depressed tattoos, and said in a faint, week voice,"screwing me please."

"Ne'er swatch a gift cuddle in th'gob."Thought Medium-Sized Magnus, his sentiment also in an incomprehensible accent. He jumped to fulfill her regard ; he landed between her conveniently clear peg. His humanity had grown to its full ten in. He'd been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your challenger is centaurs, you need a surprise like that.

"Bang went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the fight cry of his form. He manhood steep alliteratively into her minge. A squeamish bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to neaten themselves."Bang ! strike ! strike !"He cried as he thrust away, then finally"Aam comin'” He shot his objet d'art 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 do-or-die ; she had stooped to zooerastia. A succubus would not normally be seen all in in the presence of one of his kind. Though if he hadn't come along at that precise bit, she may very well have been seen beat. She'd been dying of thirst ; she was out of her element. Why she was in the enchanted glen, so far from her menage, was unclear to her at that moment.

She was considering how long the repast would end her, when she heard the sounds of her instinctive prey. Instantly, her eubstance changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her hips lost their cushioning, though her breast remained wow ! sized. Her hair grew blond and straightened, her minge became bare. She walked through the enchanted glade towards the strait of her prey.

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

Elrinvienne stepped out from the tad 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 meal as she scooped up and savored some ramble come. The five raw sweaty consistency lay snoring on the ground. In clock time past, a succubus feeding would completely drain the energy out of her fair game, thus killing them. Elrinvienne was a Californian, she was environmentally conscious and thought that was wasteful, so she only drained them to exhaustion, not death. They'd wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected places with a memory they wouldn't believe. Nor would any of their Quaker they'd try to tell of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the becharm glade, back to the enchanted kitty and sat on the enchanted rock in the specter of the transport tree. She felt vibrant, alive, full of vigour. A big repast would do that, some species would have a post-prandial snooze, succubi would go to a cabaret and dance all dark on a repast like that. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. ‘ That queen must be awake.'she thought.

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

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

"Ah thooght ye micht loch it."

The sprite seemed to be taking acknowledgment for the show 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 fairy ?"

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

"Could your portion extend to getting me back to civilization ?"

"Ah dornt need luck fur ‘ at. Ah can travel atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the magical means of travel of some poof, she felt hope growing."Ah can tak'ye tae Vegas. If ye tak'me it jigging. Ah ken yer kin'likes a guid ceilidh."

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

As soon as she said it, they were in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. She kept her countersign, a fiend can't fracture a promise freely given, but by the end of the even she'd found herself falling for the modest blue pouf. Under his gruff exterior, hid a warm up and funny soul.

They wanted to live a cliched happily ever after, but their's was a forbidden love, they had to last in the shadows apart from their respective kinds. They didn't aid ; they had each former .