medium-size Magnus walked through the fascinate glade. It was a unadulterated peaceable day, as it always was in the enchanted glade. moderate-size Magnus hated it, too restrained. He was looking for a wood-nymph to surprise, maybe that would animate things up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the witch pond, on the enchanted rock music, in the shade of the fascinate Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree."Awrite hen."He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his kind."wishing tae give jiggly wi'it ?"

The wood-nymph raised her head, topped by its jacket of auburn hair, her milk Andrew Dickson White hide glowing in the piano light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two feet of blue tattoos, and said in a deliquium, workweek voice,"Fuck me please."

"Ne'er swatch a endowment nestle in th'gob."Thought Medium-Sized Magnus, his mentation also in an uncomprehensible accent. He jumped to fulfill her indirect request ; he landed between her conveniently assailable pegleg. His humanity had grown to its full ten in. He'd been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is Centaur, you need a surprise like that.

"Bang went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his kind. He manhood douse alliteratively into her minge. A decent 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 behavior, she had been so heroic ; she had stooped to zooerasty. A succubus would not normally be seen dead in the front of one of his kind. Though if he hadn't come along at that precise import, she may very well have been seen dead. She'd been dying of hunger ; she was out of her element. Why she was in the enchanted glen, so far from her habitation, was indecipherable to her at that moment.

She was considering how long the meal would last her, when she heard the speech sound of her cancel quarry. Instantly, her torso changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her articulatio coxae lost their cushioning, though her titty remained wow ! sized. Her hair grew blond and straightened, her minge became bare. She walked through the enchanted glade towards the sound of her prey.

At the edge of the Tree she saw them, five preppies, they looked Eighteen to nineteen, the meridian juicy age for her target. They were bent grass over the exhaust 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 meal as she scooped up and savored some rove ejaculate. The five naked sweaty bodies lay snoring on the undercoat. In times past, a succubus feeding would completely enfeeble the muscularity out of her quarry, 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 hour, sore in unexpected places with a memory they wouldn't believe. Nor would any of their friends they'd try to tell of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enchanted glade, back to the enchanted pool and sat on the bewitch sway in the shade of the enamor tree. She felt vibrant, alive, wide-cut of energy. A big meal would do that, some species would have a post-prandial snooze, succuba would go to a nightspot and dance all night 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 snack ?"

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

"Ah thooght ye micht loch it."

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

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

apprehension dawned on Elrinvienne,"You're a fortune faggot ?"

"Ah am indeed."The luck poove repaid kindness shown to it by creating good fortune 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 civilisation ?"

"Ah dornt need luck fur ‘ at. Ah can travel atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the witching substance of travel of some fairies, 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 good political party, she'd dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was leave to even take the ill mannered fairy with her if that's what it took."OK, you have a deal, exact me to Lope de Vega and I'll strike you out clubbing."

As soon as she said it, they were in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. She kept her word, a demon can't break a promise freely given, but by the end of the evening she'd found herself falling for the low downhearted fag. Under his gruff exterior, hid a strong and fishy soul.

They wanted to live a ready-made happily ever after, but their's was a forbidden honey, they had to live in the shadows apart from their respective kinds. They didn't care ; they had each other .