Medium-Sized Magnus walked through the ravish glade. It was a perfect passive day, as it always was in the enchanted glade. moderate-size Magnus hated it, too smooth. He was looking for a wood-nymph to storm, maybe that would liven things up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the trance pond, on the enchanted rock candy, in the shadowiness of the enchanted tree. “ Awrite hen. ” He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his form. “ Want tae give jiggly wi’it ? ”

The wood-nymph raised her mind, topped by its Crown of auburn hair, her Milk white skin glow in the cushy ignitor. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two feet of blue tattoos, and said in a faint, week voice, “ Fuck me please. ”

“ Ne’er swatch a gift cuddle in th’gob. ” thinking Medium-Sized Magnus, his sentiment also in an incomprehensible accent. He jumped to fulfill her wish ; he landed between her conveniently open stage. His manhood had grown to its broad ten column inch. He’d been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaurs, you need a surprisal like that.

“ flush went saxpence ! ” Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his sort. He manhood absorb alliteratively into her minge. A Nice bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to groom themselves. “ bang ! Bang ! boot ! ” 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 conduct, she had been so dire ; she had stooped to bestiality. A succuba 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 consume been seen dead. She’d been dying of thirst ; she was out of her constituent. Why she was in the fascinate 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 sound of her natural prey. Instantly, her eubstance changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her hips lost their cushioning, though her white meat remained wow ! sized. Her hair grew blond and straightened, her minge became bare. She walked through the enchanted clearing towards the sound of her prey.

At the edge of the Tree she saw them, five preppies, they looked eighteen to nineteen, the peak juicy age for her prey. They were bent over the hoodlum of their car studying something. “ I told you this wasn’t the way to Vegas. ” Exclaimed one.

Elrinvienne stepped out from the shadiness 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 stray ejaculate. The five naked sweaty bodies lay snoring on the ground. In sentence past, a succubus feeding would completely drain the vigor out of her target, thus killing them. Elrinvienne was a Californian, she was environmentally witting and thought that was wasteful, so she only drained them to exhaustion, not decease. They’d wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected spot with a memory they wouldn’t believe. Nor would any of their friends they’d try to recite of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enthral glade, back to the catch kitty and sat on the enchanted rock in the ghost of the charm tree diagram. She felt vivacious, alive, full of energy. A big meal would do that, some species would induce a post-prandial snooze, succuba would go to a ball club and dance all nighttime on a meal 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’bite’hardly covered the spread she’d just had. Imagine chowing down on a handbasket full of happy meals, that’s what the snack was like to Elrinvienne.

“ Ah thooght ye micht loch it. ”

The queen 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. ”

apprehension dawned on Elrinvienne, “ You’re a lot fairy ? ”

“ Ah am indeed. ” The luck fairy repaid benignity shown to it by creating adept luck for the kind one. While Elrinvienne had only been concerned with feeding off the pansy, he had seen her invitation as a kindness.

“ Could your luck extend to getting me back to civilization ? ”

“ Ah dornt need hazard fur ‘ at. Ah can travel atween dimensions. ” Elrinvienne had heard of the wizard agency of travel of some fagot, she felt hope growing. “ Ah can tak’ye tae Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. If ye tak’me it jigging. Ah ken yer kin’likes a guid ceilidh. ”

Elrinvienne did indeed like a respectable company, she’d dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was unforced to even bring the ill mannered faggot with her if that’s what it took. “ OK, you have a mint, 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 break a hope freely given, but by the end of the eventide she’d found herself falling for the modest puritanical fag. Under his gruff exterior, hid a ardent and amusing soul.

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