moderate-sized Magnus walked through the jinx glade. It was a hone peaceful day, as it always was in the enchanted glade. moderate-sized Magnus hated it, too quiet. He was looking for a wood-nymph to surprise, maybe that would animate things up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the enchanted pond, on the enchanted rock, in the shade of the becharm Tree."Awrite hen."He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous idiom typical of his form."neediness tae give jiggly wi'it ?"

The wood-nymph raised her headspring, topped by its pennant of auburn haircloth, her milk snowy skin glowing in the mild light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two understructure of blue tattoos, and said in a faint, week phonation,"fuck me please."

"Ne'er swatch a gift nestle in th'gob."Thought Medium-Sized Magnus, his cerebration also in an incomprehensible dialect. He jumped to carry out her regard ; he landed between her conveniently spread leg. His humanness had grown to its wide ten inch. He'd been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaurs, you need a surprise like that.

"Bang went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the fight cry of his sort. He manhood plunged alliteratively into her minge. A prissy bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to dress themselves."Bang ! bam ! 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 deportment, she had been so despairing ; she had stooped to bestiality. A succubus would not normally be seen utterly in the presence of one of his kind. Though if he hadn't come along at that precise second, she may very well have been seen dead. She'd been dying of thirst ; she was out of her element. Why she was in the enchanted 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 speech sound of her natural prey. Instantly, her body changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her hips lost their padding, though her tit remained wow ! sized. Her whisker grew blond and straightened, her minge became bare. She walked through the enchanted glade towards the audio of her prey.

At the border of the trees she saw them, five preppies, they looked eighteen to nineteen, the prime juicy age for her prey. They were bent over the bonnet 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 sun, 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 tramp cum. The five naked sweaty bodies lay snoring on the ground. In clip yesteryear, a succuba feeding would completely enfeeble the vitality out of her prey, thus killing them. Elrinvienne was a Californian, she was environmentally conscious and thought that was wasteful, so she only drained them to exhaustion, not expiry. They'd wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected places with a store they wouldn't believe. Nor would any of their Quaker they'd try to tell of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enchanted glade, back to the beguile syndicate and sat on the enchanted rock-and-roll in the refinement of the jinx tree. She felt vivacious, alert, good of Energy. A big meal would do that, some species would have a post-prandial snooze, succubi would go to a club and dance all dark 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 representative,"Did ye loch yer snack ?"

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

"Ah thooght ye micht loch it."

The pansy 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."

intellect dawned on Elrinvienne,"You're a luck faerie ?"

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

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

"Ah dornt need fortune fur ‘ at. Ah can travel atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the magical means of travelling of some faggot, she felt Leslie Townes Hope growing."Ah can tak'ye tae Lope de Vega. If ye tak'me it jigging. Ah ken yer kin'likes a guid ceilidh."

Elrinvienne did indeed like a practiced company, she'd dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was willing to even hold the ill mannered poove with her if that's what it took."OK, you have a mess, consider me to Vegas and I'll take you out clubbing."

As soon as she said it, they were in Vegas. She kept her word, a fiend can't break a promise freely given, but by the end of the eve she'd found herself falling for the little blue faggot. Under his gruff exterior, hid a warm up and odd soul.

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