North East Fae Ch. 08

To all,

Due to the interest in this series I have continued. But really this is just a continued flirt with an old friend and lover of mine. Priss, and my friend, with long legs to wrap around you, sensitive large nipples to suck on and the wettest pussy to enjoy, is a reminder of a woman's inner erotic sensuality and ability to entice and promote artistic growth. Both Priss and my friend are the most sexy, sensual, and horny female creatures I have ever fantasized about.

Any Fae, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of North East Fae.

Chapter 8

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Down the hallway, a black shadow moved and then drifted off. It had felt the magical presence of the Succubae, the witch, and that abomination of fairy blood. But the new baby was a different story. Some say it fit into a story of old, a portent of things to come. None of that was his business. He was just to report what he saw and felt.

***

The hospital administrators were glad when the new family unit went home the next morning. Nothing was right since they had arrived to have their "bundle of joy." There was proof that things had taken quite the odd turn since the arrival of the impossibly hot women and then the birth of the little girl.

First, custodial staff found old Dr. Sassaby banging two of the OB nurses like he was 18 years old. Then they found one of the ambulances turned into a sexual dungeon with one of the orderlies strapped to the gurney. He was being whipped on one end and receiving a golden shower on the other. The participants though, of all people, were none other than Hospital HR staff!

The morning departure of the father, mother and their 'friends,' was accompanied by half the male employees of the hospital, security staff and many other locals. All waved goodbye and yelled wishes of good fortune.

"Thank the fucking gods," stated the CEO as he watched the car exit the parking lot and make a right on main street.

"I second that comment," stated Pam Ephron, the new head of surgery after the original head was found in a large makeshift diaper, being whipped while tied to an office chair. He was hauled out of his office covered in his own cum. Negotiations were underway to find someone to clean his office.

***

Drew helped Ginny out of the car and in through the back door. Priss and Glenda had gone on ahead to 'clean up'. They greeted the new parents with an open door and kisses. Ginny immediately started stripping off clothes as she headed upstairs.

"Drew, bring the baby and get your ass up here." Drew's eyes followed her swishing ass up the stairs. Drew just looked at Priss and Glenda and shrugged.

Sarah just sat in her carrier, gurgling, and cooing as she was lifted by her father and taken up the stairs.

Drew reached the top of the stairs and froze. Ginny was also frozen staring at the bedroom. Their bedroom had been transformed. A playpen in one corner, a baby bed next to the grownup bed. A changing table wedged in by the dresser.

"Hey, you two sex dolls, get up here," demanded Ginny.

As they crested the second-floor landing, they found Ginny with her hands on her hips. A smile covered her face, but they could tell she had questions.

"So, when did you have time to do all of this?" Ginny questioned. "You were in the delivery room with me and pretty much all of the time following, until just a couple of hours ago."

Priss and Glenda looked at each other and shrugged. "We know people," was the only thing Ginny could get out of them.

"Ok, get out," and with a huge smile she shoved Drew backwards on the bed.

He automatically brought the baby carrier with him, and it bounced on the bed next to him. The baby thought it was so much fun to be bounced as her mom crawled on top of her Dad pulling clothes off. Sarah just shrieked and gurgled in laughter.

The parents were so busy making love, they did not notice the reddish glow to their daughter's eyes as she fed off their sexual energy. Sarah was growing stronger very quickly and their energy just added to her progress.

***

The next 6 months went amazingly smooth considering the change in their lives. Drew was back to work, and Ginny started doing the books for the bar again. They just did a switch off with their little girl depending on hours and schedule. They also had partial time babysitters in Priss or Glenda or both. The lower bedroom became officially theirs and depending on their travels, they just stayed there and became a true family.

The playpen became a fixture in the living room and a highchair became the added seat at the table. Sarah could stand on her own at 6 months and was crawling everywhere. A gate was erected at the stairs when Priss found her heading up to the master bedroom to find Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad were busy loving each other, and Sarah was drawn to the power of the sex.

So, things became sort of normal for the little family. Magic was held to a minimum and everyone behaved, trying to keep a lid on all the secrets.

***

After 6 months Ginny took back her schedule of night manager. Drew would swing by after work and pick up the baby at the bar and then head home to an easy dinner. If Priss or Glenda was at the apartment, it was ok for Drew to play. The rules were Ginny got to hear about it when she got home and Drew or those two sexy women had to take Ginny to bed and give her an orgasm or two.

The arrangement had all the angles worked out, well except for the magic.

Drew walked in on a Friday night. He had received a text from Ginny that there had been an incident at the Bar when Priss and Glenda picked up Sarah, but that it seemed to be "worked out".

Drew could hear female laughter before he even got the door open. When he opened the back door and hung his coat. The laughter, both adult and infant was infectious. Drew rounded the corner and beheld a sight.

Sarah was standing in her playpen, laughing, and pointing. She saw her daddy and held up her hands in the universal "pick me up" sign. Priss and Glenda in skimpy lace bra and panty sets, were sitting entwined on the couch watching. A naked, winged Barbie doll was fluttering and hovering around a small creature hopping on the floor. The creature was hilarious looking. It resembled a partial human cotton tailed rabbit.

Admittedly Drew had to say to himself that it had a terrified look on its mostly sort of human face, but the mixture of human and rabbit was very well proportioned and very well done. Drew shook his head and just wondered how he could even think that way. This whole magic thing was slowly changing him.

Drew slowly walked over to his daughter and reached out. "Good evening, your majesty," and nodded his head in a bow to the floating Barbie. He then turned his attention to the couch, "So, I assume, that is the 'worked out' problem Ginny mentioned?"

Before anyone could respond, Drew felt something on his hands, and he heard "Oh my," in a beautiful Irish lilt from the couch. He spun his head to the couch and saw both Priss and Glenda with big eyes looking past him.

He rotated his view and saw his daughter with pink wings sprouting from her back. She was fluttering and giggling and fluttering some more. He reached over and picked up his sprite and heaved a sigh.

"Now what are we gonna do, my beautiful daughter?" Drew looked her over and could not see any tears in her onesie just a pair of wings sprouting from his daughter.

"How do we explain this to your mom?" Drew said exasperated.

Sarah was wiggling, trying to get down. Her eyes had the human bunny in their sights, and she wanted to get down to play.

Drew did the reasonable thing and put her back in the playpen. She was having so much fun fluttering and turning her head to see her light crimson wings, that she forgot about the terrified fuzzy thing in the living room.

"Did you two drunken Irish tarts drink all my wine?" Drew asked using one of Priss's favorite terms.

"I'll have you know that I brought a case of Italian wine back from my last trip. Not as good as the California stuff, but fairly good." Glenda responded. "Oh, plus two bottles of private Irish whiskey."

"My thanks, Glenda. Great-great Grandma Priscilla just likes to drink." Drew responded in jest.

'With all my love, mi Boyo, fuck off. You have not seen what I brought yet," Priss responded.

Through all this the naked Barbie sat quietly on the armrest of the sofa.

Drew headed to the kitchen and stopped, turned, and tried to be a bit civil. 'Your majesty, would you like some wine?"

'Yes, thank you and I appreciate you thinking of me. These two, are the most wanton women I have been around in a while. They refuse to address me and tend to me as befitting my station in life."

A slightly slurry "fuck off" came from Priss.

Drew got to the kitchen and poured himself a very stiff whiskey and then filled his wine glass. He held the wine bottle and did not know what to do for the Queen. Your majesty, are you staying your regular size?"

"Yes of course, your human is not around. My wings stay unsheathed, just like your daughter." She said with a smile.

The last comment did it for Drew. He grabbed two sippy cups and put apple juice in the lion king cup and wine in the Barbie cup. He snapped the lids and gave one to his bouncing, fluttering, giggling daughter.

The other went to the queen. The two Irish tarts lost it and started to giggle, then laugh, then laugh so hard, Glenda rolled off the sofa.

The queen, ignoring the other two females, saw the size and application of the sippy cup. She determined it was perfect for its intended purpose and started to drink her wine.

Drew felt the whiskey slide down to his toes and then back up. He had skipped lunch due to an odd meeting and he was regretting it.

"So, will someone please explain 'Peter Rabbit' to me?" requested Drew.

"Well you see," Priss started with a bit of an 'urp', "We go to pick up our wee lassie from Ginny and this rather good looking arsehole," Priss paused to look at the human-bunny shivering in the corner.

"This Arsehole decides that either Glenda, the good witch..."

"Oh, fuck off" Glenda cut in.

"If I may continue. This arsehole decides one of us, or both, need to be his date tonight. When we politely explain that we are the hot babysitters for our little niece, he decides he is going to go home with us to 'help' us babysit." Another urp and Priss takes another drink of her brew.

Glenda cuts in, no less drunk,"So we are home with our precious little package and dress down for some fun before you get home." She pauses swiping her hand over the scanty lace undergarments adorning Priss and Glenda's body.

"We were hoping to entice you when you arrived home to play a bit." Glenda commented with a little more than a common lustful gaze.

"Yup that will always get my attention," Drew responded.

Glenda started again but paused to burp. "When we hear a knock on the door."

Glenda continues, "Not thinking, I opened the door dressed as I am. This arsehole assumes he has permission to enter our house and hearth and starts to get handsy. While Priss deals with his wayward hands I get me wand and 'Walla,' rabbit boy is created."

"Not my best work, but considering how much whiskey we have imbibed in, not so bad." Glenda ends with a flourish of hands and bows to the crowd in the living room, almost falling over in the process.

Drew was standing somewhat dumbfounded and then looked to the queen, "And your majesty became involved in this how?"

"Ginny called when these two drunk sluts," a 'fuck off' was heard from the couch," left with the child and this cretin followed. She just asked me to check in with the 'girls' to make sure all was well. She still thinks I am the widowed old lady that lives just a few blocks away." the Queen answered.

"Let me get dinner started," Drew commented but was cut off with a comment from the couch, "we could make rabbit stew" which caused the creature to shake even more.

Drew just huffed and continued, "That should give me a little time to think straight." He was going to ask if pasta would be ok, but Glenda and Priss were already engaged in a heavy make-out on the sofa. The Queen had spun and was slowly rubbing her pussy as she watched the two women kiss and finger each other.

His daughter, sequestered in the playpen, was practicing flapping her wings and giggling up a storm at the antics of the terrified human bunny in the corner.

***

He went to the kitchen and started to pull out pasta and jarred sauce. He started dinner and then made sure the baby was safe.

At that moment, Ginny blew in from the back door seemingly upset by something. She did not even seem to notice Drew in the kitchen. Before Drew could say a word, Ginny rounded the corner into the living room, froze in mid step...and what a sight she beheld.

Their daughter was in partial flight. Her hands gripped the top of the play pen, but her body floated horizontally as her new wings beat to keep her aloft.

Priss was on her back on the couch, with Glenda straddling Priss's head getting eaten out. Priss's legs were bent and spread wide, with a beautiful oversized Barbie doll floating on her own wings eating Priss out.

In the corner was a really fucked up version of the Easter bunny, shivering and looking terrified.

Drew walked up next to Ginny and said the only thing he could think of.

"Welcome home honey, we need to talk."

She immediately fainted and Drew caught her before she hit the ground.

***

Ginny woke next to Drew early the next morning. The sun was streaming in, and the storm that had blown through the previous day had cleared out, leaving the sky clear and blue. She immediately jumped out of bed and checked the bassinet. She found her daughter deep asleep and wrapped in her blankets.

Ginny slid back into bed with a quiet comment of, "Thank god, just a bad dream." She slid over to Drew and lifted his arm so she could rest her head on his chest and feel his warmth.

Drew had felt her get out of bed and felt her return. As she started to do her morning routine of going down on him, he stopped her.

"Ginny, we need to talk about last night, and things in general." Drew commented.

"Oh no we don't. I had a horrible dream and we are just going to ignore my little episode." Ginny countered.

"Ginny, let's let the baby sleep and go downstairs. Turn the monitor on." Drew requested.

Ginny had to be dragged out of bed, she did not come happily. Drew got her robe and took her hand and walked her downstairs.

Priss and Glenda were both in Drew's button downs over their scanty panties, looking through the drapes at the cemetery next door. Drew could hear some type of commotion going on across the alley.

'What's going on over there?' Drew queried.

"Seems they found that fellow that was pestering us last night duct taped to one of the gravestones," Glenda replied with way too much mirth considering the topics that were to be had at breakfast.

Ginny entered the kitchen to find Isabella sitting at the table in her human 1950's look.

"Oh hello, Drew did not mention you were coming by." Ginny commented

"Well dear, due to the seriousness of this morning's discussion and how you found us all last night, I felt it proper to be here," the Queen responded.

Drew got Ginny seated and went to fetch her a coffee. He felt she was going to need it.

Priss and Glenda filed into the kitchen and took their normal spots. Drew brought Ginny's coffee and then took his place.

There was silence at the table, no one wanted to discuss the elephant in the room. Everyone had their eyes either cast down at their drinks or at some blemish on the table.

Drew could not stand it anymore and had to speak.

"Baby, I have been trying to figure out a way to have this discussion. And between real life, caring for our little girl, going back to work...I could never figure a time to talk to you about it."

"So, I am going insane. Is that what you're afraid to tell me? That episode last night, have I had others I cannot remember?" Ginny questioned tearing up.

"No baby, you are not going insane. What you saw was real, and that is the hard part. It was all so real." Drew responded and paused.

'What? What do you mean real?" her voice quickly elevated in tone and volume.

"Our daughter was flying...FUCKING FLYING!" Ginny started to yell.

At that moment, the monitor lit up with giggles from upstairs. A loud thump was heard and a series of gurgles.

Ginny was out of her chair in a flash but only made it to the first step of the stairs where she was knocked back against the adjacent wall by a giggling baby that had flown down the steps and into her mother's arms.

Ginny and the baby slowly slid down the wall, so Ginny was seated. Sarah, wings, and all was standing in her lap giving her mom kisses.

Tears were streaming down Ginny's face. The baby looked and could feel her mother's sadness but did not understand. Sarah started to cry. Ginny went into full sob mode.

Drew was frozen in place not knowing what to do.

The queen stepped in and took Sarah out of Ginny's arms and walked into the living room. Drew, Priss and Glenda pulled Ginny up and into a group hug.

Sarah's crying stopped abruptly, and the hugging group looked over at Sarah in her playpen. The queen had shifted back to her normal state and was sitting in the playpen with Sarah with wings folded.

Ginny was on overload and was led to the recliner facing the living room. Drew grabbed a kitchen chair and Ginny's coffee and placed both close to Ginny.

"I have no idea where to begin, so I'll start at my beginning. About a year ago I met Priss. We had sex and then she informed me that I was Fae." Drew informed.

"You mean like 'Lost Girl" Fae" Ginny questioned. There was some shifting in seats and a harrumph from the queen.

"Yes, it turns out, very much like that. But do not bring up that show, it upsets some of the Fae. They feel betrayed by one of their own." Drew replied.

"Baby, I had no idea that I had Fae blood, but after the first time with Priss, it came alive. It's grown in me and seems to keep growing." Drew paused.

"Once we were together, it changed both of us so we could have Sarah. It made my vasectomy go away and that scarring you had since childhood. So, we now have our baby girl." Drew again paused.

"Our baby girl is incredibly special and potentially extraordinarily strong in the Fae powers. It's not normal for her to be so strong so young, but she is." Drew paused again.

"Baby, please remember I love you for you. Please remember that." Drew added.

Ginny sipped her coffee and was silent, taking it all in.

"Ok you others, I have started this discussion we have been avoiding. Come introduce the real you.' Drew demanded.

Both Priss and Glenda moved to get up and all heard the harrumph coming from the playpen. It was seconded immediately with Sarah trying to copy the sound.

Both Glenda and Priss sat back down and waived the queen on.

The queen unfurled her wings and regally rose out of the playpen, she floated over to float in front of Ginny. She did a midair curtsy and began.

"Humans cannot hear half of the fairy language, so I will provide the translated version of my title. I am queen of the fairy lands of the northern hemisphere. That would include what you call Canada and the United States." The queen paused and then bowed.

"It is a pleasure to meet and be open with the mother of such a wonderful child," the Queen added.

She bowed again and moved to the side. Drew kept looking at Ginny for some reaction and there was none.