moderate-size Magnus walked through the enchanted glade. It was a perfect peaceful day, as it always was in the captivate glade. medium-size Magnus hated it, too quiet. He was looking for a wood-nymph to storm, maybe that would liven things up.

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

The wood-nymph raised her promontory, topped by its crownwork of auburn tomentum, her milk white skin glowing in the soft luminosity. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two feet of blue devil tattoos, and said in a faint, calendar week vocalisation,"nookie me please."

"Ne'er swatch a gift cuddle in th'gob."mentation Medium-Sized Magnus, his thoughts also in an uncomprehensible accent mark. He jumped to meet her wish ; he landed between her conveniently open pegleg. His humanness had grown to its broad ten column inch. He'd been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaur, you need a surprise like that.

"boot went saxpence !"Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his kind. He manhood plunged alliteratively into her minge. A overnice bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to prepare themselves."smasher ! thrill ! clap !"He cried as he thrust away, then finally"Aam comin'” He shot his small-arm into the wood-nymphs minge, then fell over backwards and was fast asleep.

Elrinvienne looked on in disgust at Medium-Sized Magnus's demeanor, she had been so dire ; she had stooped to zooerastia. A succubus would not normally be seen bushed in the presence of one of his form. Though if he hadn't come along at that precise instant, she may very well bear been seen dead. She'd been dying of hungriness ; she was out of her constituent. Why she was in the beguile glen, so far from her home, was unclear to her at that moment.

She was considering how long the repast would last her, when she heard the sounds of her instinctive prey. Instantly, her body changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her pelvic girdle lost their padding, though her tit 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 trees she saw them, five preppies, they looked XVIII to nineteen, the meridian juicy age for her prey. They were bent over the cap 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 abrasive desert sunlight, and asked,"Could you help me boys ?"

And thus ensued the orgy.

Elrinvienne surveyed the wreckage of her repast as she scooped up and savored some stray come. The five naked sweaty bodies lay snoring on the footing. In clock time past, a succubus feeding would completely drain the vim 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 dying. They'd wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected space with a computer storage 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 becharm syndicate and sat on the enchanted Rock in the shade of the enchanted tree. She felt vibrant, alive, fully of energy. A big meal would do that, some species would have a post-prandial snooze, succubi would go to a golf club and dance all night on a meal like that. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. ‘ That queen must be awake.'she thought.

Indeed, she heard his phonation,"Did ye loch yer snack ?"

"I did indeed."She replied, though'bite'hardly covered the feast she'd just had. Imagine chowing down on a basket total of happy meal, 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 circumstances fairy ?"

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

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

"Ah dornt need luck fur ‘ at. Ah can travel atween dimensions."Elrinvienne had heard of the wizard means of travel of some fairies, she felt 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 honest party, she'd dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was will to even take the ill mannered faery with her if that's what it took."OK, you have a deal, take 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 daemon can't get around a promise freely given, but by the end of the evening she'd found herself falling for the little blue fairy. Under his gruff outside, hid a ardent and mirthful soul.

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