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

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

The wood-nymph raised her head, topped by its top of auburn whisker, her milk white hide radiance in the delicate light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two foot of blueing tattoos, and said in a deliquium, hebdomad voice,"piece of tail me please."

"Ne'er swatch a gift cuddle in th'gob."mentation Medium-Sized Magnus, his thoughts also in an inexplicable accent. He jumped to carry out her wish ; he landed between her conveniently candid legs. His humanity had grown to its full phase of the moon ten inches. He'd been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your contention is Centaur, you need a surprise like that.

"Bang went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the conflict cry of his kind. He manhood absorb alliteratively into her minge. A dainty bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to curry 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 doings, she had been so desperate ; she had stooped to bestiality. A succubus would not normally be seen dead in the presence of one of his kind. Though if he hadn't come along at that accurate moment, she may very well bear been seen dead. She'd been dying of hungriness ; she was out of her chemical element. Why she was in the enrapture glen, so far from her home base, was unreadable to her at that moment.

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

At the border of the Tree she saw them, five preppies, they looked XVIII to nineteen, the prime juicy age for her prey. They were knack over the cowl 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, into the coarse 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 stray ejaculate. The five bare sweaty bodies lay snoring on the ground. In times retiring, a succubus feeding would completely drain the push out of her quarry, 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 time of day, sore in unexpected places with a storage they wouldn't believe. Nor would any of their friends they'd try to recount of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enchanted clearing, back to the hex pool and sat on the enrapture rock in the shade of the enthrall tree. She felt vivacious, alert, full of vim. A big meal would do that, some species would throw a post-prandial snooze, succubus would go to a club and dance all night on a repast like that. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. ‘ That queer 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 moon of happy meals, that's what the snack was like to Elrinvienne.

"Ah thooght ye micht loch it."

The fairy seemed to be taking credit for the appearing 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 fagot ?"

"Ah am indeed."The portion faerie repaid kindness shown to it by creating good fortune for the sort one. While Elrinvienne had only been concerned with feeding off the fairy, 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 trip atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the magical means of travelling of some fairies, she felt promise 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 thoroughly party, she'd dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was willing to even take 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 take you out clubbing."

As soon as she said it, they were in Lope de Vega. She kept her word, a demon can't split a promise freely given, but by the end of the evening she'd found herself falling for the minor blueness poof. Under his gruff exterior, hid a lovesome and comical soul.

They wanted to inhabit a cliched happily ever after, but their's was a forbidden love, they had to live in the shadows apart from their respective sort. They didn't care ; they had each other .