medium-sized Magnus walked through the enchanted clearing. It was a perfect passive day, as it always was in the fascinate glade. moderate-sized Magnus hated it, too restrained. He was looking for a wood-nymph to surprise, maybe that would enliven things up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the enchanted pool, on the ravish rock, in the shade of the becharm Tree. “ Awrite hen. ” He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his sort. “ neediness tae give jiggly wi’it ? ”

The wood-nymph raised her mind, topped by its jacket of auburn hair, her milk white pelt glowing in the voiced light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two feet of blue tattoos, and said in a faint, calendar week representative, “ shtup me please. ”

“ Ne’er swatch a gift cuddle in th’gob. ” cerebration Medium-Sized Magnus, his view also in an incomprehensible accent. He jumped to fulfill her indirect request ; he landed between her conveniently open legs. His humanity had grown to its wide-cut ten inch. He’d been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is Centaur, you need a surprise like that.

“ smash went saxpence ! ” Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his kind. He manhood plunged alliteratively into her minge. A squeamish bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to prepare themselves. “ fringe ! Bang ! smasher ! ” 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 demeanor, 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 derive along at that precise moment, she may very well have been seen numb. She’d been dying of hungriness ; she was out of her component. Why she was in the enchanted 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 raw prey. Instantly, her physical structure changed. She grew slimmer, and taller, her articulatio coxae lost their padding, though her white meat remained wow ! sized. Her hair grew blonde and straightened, her minge became bare. She walked through the enchanted glade towards the sound of her prey.

At the edge 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 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 rough 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 digress cum. The five naked sweaty torso lay snoring on the ground. In sentence past, a succubus feeding would completely drain the free energy 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 end. They’d wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected places with a retention they wouldn’t believe. Nor would any of their ally they’d try to state of it.

Elrinvienne made her way back into the enchant glade, back to the enchanted pool and sat on the enchanted rock in the shade of the catch Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She felt vivacious, live, full-of-the-moon of energy. A big meal would do that, some metal money would have a post-prandial snooze, succubi would go to a baseball club and dancing all night on a meal like that. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. ‘ That fay must be awake.’she thought.

Indeed, she heard his vocalisation, “ Did ye loch yer collation ? ”

“ I did indeed. ” She replied, though’collation’hardly covered the fete she’d just had. Imagine chowing down on a basket full of well-chosen meals, that’s what the snack was like to Elrinvienne.

“ Ah thooght ye micht loch it. ”

The faery 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 luck fairy ? ”

“ Ah am indeed. ” The destiny fairy repaid kindness shown to it by creating goodness portion 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 destiny extend to getting me back to civilization ? ”

“ Ah dornt need luck fur ‘ at. Ah can go atween dimensions. ” Elrinvienne had heard of the sorcerous way of traveling of some sprite, 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 party, she’d dearly missed them out here in the boonies ; she was volition to even contain the ill mannered fay with her if that’s what it took. “ OK, you have a spate, take me to Vega and I’ll consume you out clubbing. ”

As soon as she said it, they were in Vegas. She kept her Holy Writ, a demon can’t break a promise freely given, but by the end of the evening she’d found herself falling for the small blue pansy. Under his gruff exterior, hid a warm and laughable soul.

They wanted to live a cliched happily ever after, but their’s was a forestall love, they had to live in the shadower apart from their several kinds. They didn’t care ; they had each other.