North East Fae Ch. 09

To all,

My apologies to all for the tardy submission of Chapter 9. My muse and inspiration for writing this series has taken a hiatus, due to plague, family, work, and home repair. Her editing skills are sorely missed.

Alas, my personal motivation evaporated, so it was time to pull up the big boy shorts.. As in all things with life, one muddles through, and carries on.

Here is chapter 9.

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 9

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Priss and Glenda were first to vault up and try and become ready. The queen shot up and went shoulder to shoulder with Priss and Glenda. Drew was clueless on what was happening. Ginny, being non-magical, did not feel the evil essence that came with the gust of cold.

In a manner of seconds, all were enveloped in a swirl of dark clouds and shadow. Drew was fighting for his life against an enemy he could barely see. There was a choking sound beside him, and in the middle of his own fight for life, he could see the shadow tendrils choking Ginny.

He summoned his own power and started to fight the shadows and smoke with a blue light and power. He could feel the lessening of the shadows, but he could not get enough release to get to Ginny.

He could feel and see the life being drained from her body by her unseen foe.

Then the room was bathed in a crimson glow. A beam of pure power shot past Drew and struck the being draining Ginny. The red beam caused the shadow creature to scream in agony and shrivel up and vanish. Ginny slumped to the ground choking and gulping for air.

In Drew's fight with his own shadow creature, he twisted his head to see the source of the crimson glow in the room. His heart stopped, ached, and then fear gripped him.

Elevated above the playpen was his daughter, or what used to be his daughter. Sarah was now something out of legend. Her wings were twice or three times their normal size. They were dark blood red, but glowing and pulsating with an inner light. Her eyes were red spots of glowing molten metal. There was a full body halo of energy pulsing around her. Anger and malevolence pulsated from her being.

A glittering sparkling energy grew from her wings and shot out to burn and destroy Drew's shadow creature. He could feel its agony, as he pushed its crumbling and dying essence away. All the shadows in the room met the same fate. Only one survived and fled in fear.

As the last of the shadows fled or succumb, the light of candles resumed to light the room. A little winged girl floated over to her mother and curled into her arms gurgling and cooing. She nuzzled into her mother's embrace and immediately went back to sleep as if nothing abnormal had just occurred.

The magic users in the room took a seat, shared their glasses of wine, and remained silent. More would be spoken later of this incident, they just stared at the little girl. Not understanding.

They all knew that the power she just exhibited was beyond normal for any Fae. Yet here she was, calmly sleeping in her mother's arms.

***

The Fae council was called into emergency session. Their only stated desire was to get the child and her father to a safe location where the two of them could be protected.

'Protected' Drew thought. Since this nightmare started not so long ago, Drew had heard continual talk about the Fae council. 12 Fae of enormous political and magical power. All of them continually fighting for position and political spin. Shifting alliances, cutthroat politics, it made Game of Thrones look childish.

"Trust no one, count on no one, believe little to none of which you hear or are promised from those of the Fae Council," Queen Isabella had stated, "well except for me of course." She had added

The Council sent out word of their desire to 'gather and protect' the unfortunate Fae/human hybrids.

One phrase was returned.

"Fuck Off"

***

Priss leaned back against the tree and just smiled. Glenda was fussing with baby Sarah while Drew was 'taking a walk' with Ginny.

"Where are we exactly?" Ginny asked again for the 10^th time. She was walking in a field of sparkly grass, looking at a sky that should have been night but was way too blue and ...perfect? to be real. The forest they were walking through had a fairytale feel to it, just too perfect, almost illustrated.

"I have no idea baby. I am just along for the ride like you are. I just knew we could not stay home. Those things came right out of thin air." Drew responded.

"Yes, but you are magic and so is our daughter. What am I, just a muggle?" Genny got quiet and watched a dragon take off from a rock outcropping high in the mountains.

"We are not in Kansas anymore," commented Drew as she turned to look at him. She could see he was as amazed as she was.

"You really aren't lying, are you? You have never been here before have you?" she questioned.

Drew watched the dragon flag its wings to gain altitude and responded, "No baby, we are in this craziness together."

***

"Fuck off? That's the answer I get? Fuck off?" stormed Sarneth. "Fuck Off,' from that succubae. I am a high king with my people! I am head of the Fae Council!" he screamed as he stomped through his private office suits.

Filra just rolled her eyes and let him vent. As a member of the Fae council she could see his point, but he was dealing with Priss, a strong intelligent woman that was no slouch when it came to her own power. She was also one of the most politically astute outliers that Filra had ever seen.

She always wondered how many of the council Priss had fucked over the ages for her to be so connected. Filra had personal experience with the exquisite connections made with Priss. She had spent many a night with the beautiful succubae.

"Get me that flapping bitch Isabella. I want her here tomorrow if it can be made to happen," he continued to stomp around.

"I'll see what I can do. But she is a full member of the council, along with being one of the Queens of fairies." Filra looked at him, "You royalty do not do well with being ordered about."

Sarneth ignored her and looked at the glittering words still floating over the message capsule, seething. "Fuck Off!" it said.

***

Ginny and Drew heard giggling in the far-off distance and then the voice of Glenda.

"Young lady, you get your diapered butt back down here."

They looked over and could see a winged creature rising above the crown of the lower forest trees. The giggling was infectious but both parents realized she was gaining altitude.

They spun and ran towards the giggling winged sprite. She was quite the site, with her sloppy flapping and lazy spirals, now far above the tops of the localized trees

Unfortunately, other denizens of the fairytale land noticed what they considered easy prey and turned to their direction. The dragon high in the sky flapped and glided closer to their location. It was high, silently gliding on leather wings, using the sun as cover for its coming attack.

They were already yelling at their small daughter to head back to them when they heard the screech of the dragon and it began its dive. Drew and Ginny began to panic. Drew summoned what power he could but had no idea what effect it would have at this distance. Glenda was next to them in a flash, with wand ready.

The sound of the dragon screech, the sound of the air flowing over the dragon scales, air flapping through and over the leather wings, was a sound that traveled the valley

It was the Game of Thrones, but in real time, as the dragon plummeted toward their child. Ginny was crying, pointing, and yelling for her daughter to look, she finally lost her legs and collapsed into the chaparral.

Sarah saw her mom collapse. She then looked behind her and the on-rushing creature. Her face scrunched up and she became angry that this creature had made her momma cry. She said one word.

"Bad!"

And the sky lit up.

The crimson goddess, small she may be, was back. A bolt of pink energy shot forward.

The Dragon did an immediate screech and flared its wings out, breaking its dive in midair. The pink bolt struck the dragon in the chest and enveloped the creature.

The Goddess and the dragon, dragonet actually, floated almost nose to nose in the sky. The dragonet could only flap his wings. He was frozen in space in time, face to face with a crimson midget goddess. Even he knew, size had no resolute boundaries when it came to magic power.

Again, the child goddess said the word, "Bad!"

She floated over to lightly smack the dragonet on the nose. She began to float to her parents dragging the dragonet by some unseen power with her. She slowly floated over and slowly sank toward her crying mother. The creature flapped its massive wings, followed the child to the ground.

The dragonet landed and then bowed to the company of travelers.

"My apologies, I am known as Nymree" they all heard inside their heads, "I was not aware she was magical, and I truly meant no offence."

Ginny had Sarah, in her human form, in her arms, but the child was wiggling and trying to get to the Dragon.

"May we approach?" and Drew

The Dragonet bowed again. "Of course. I again must apologize for the fright. They release the flat-world's animals in here so we may practice our hunting skills. I was not sure what I was seeing, but I thought she was prey. I am grateful she did not cause me harm. She is very powerful for someone so small and young. I could feel the energy from far away."

Drew and Ginny slowly walked up to the huge muzzle of the dragon. Just like the myths of old, they could smell the brimstone and charcoal smell of its breath. It lowered its head so it could be eye to eye with Sarah.

Sarah reached out and touched the scales and began to pet the huge creature. She giggled at the smooth texture of the scales and how cold they were. She giggled more when Nymree winked at her.

"Good," she said.

"Well, we seem to have made up," commented Priss as she walked up with Glenda to view the Dragonet.

"Again, my apologies for the fright I have caused to you all. I am in her debt for not blasting me from the sky. If there is any service, I may provide, please just ask and I will make it happen," promised Nymree.

"How far to town?" asked Drew

"Five minutes if I could carry you all, but I have not yet grown into my full wings. Two or Three hours in human walk time. I will let them know you are coming. There was talk of a special guest of the council and I guess I just met her."

"Can ye not please?" asked Priss. "We want to meet with the council in our own time and under our own rules. Is that ok with you?"

"Oh, I'll be perfectly happy to stay out of the twists and turns of the Fae," the Dragonet commented and chuckled. "If it is ok, I will fly above and keep watch until you make it to town. There have been some strange happenings as of late, and I do not want my new friends to be part of one."

"We would be grateful," commented Ginny, still not believing she was conversing with a Dragon.

Nymree, backed away from the travelers and then launched straight up into the air. Gusts of wind and bits of grass floated in spirals around them.

Sarah immediately unfolded her wings wanting to chase her new friend. Ginny grabbed her wings gently but let loose a "No!" that stopped everyone from repacking their gear. The little angelic girl crossed her arms and turned bright red before bursting into tears.

Ginny swaddled her in a blanket and pulled out a breast to feed. Drew came over to provide comfort but could tell that Ginny was tense.

"Someone is tired," Drew said, meaning Sarah, but Ginny just let out a huge gasp and started to cry. He could see that Sarah had already dropped off to sleep

"No fucking shit she is tired, so am I. In one damn day, we get attacked by shadow creatures that almost kill us," Ginny paused to take a deep breath and then kept talking between sobs, "Our little sweetheart of a girl goes flaming goddess on us and kills anything she does not like," Ginny breathed again, "We run to Tinkerbelle's fantasy forest, where our FLYING daughter almost gets eaten by a dragon," She breathed again but much more under control, "we then make friends with the Dragon, only to find out, people, well maybe not people, Fae are looking for us,"

Ginny paused and looked at each of the group.

"Oh, and I have a feeling that Priss does not want these Fae to find us, which means trouble," Ginny stood with Sarah over her shoulder and looked again at her troupe of friends.

"Did I leave anything out?" Ginny asked.

***

A tired group of friends quietly entered town and slunk down back streets of the village of Lymfree. They had heard Nymree's cry of goodbye as he banked at the edge of the town and headed back to his eyrie in the mountain cliffs.

Glenda had wrapped them all in hooded cloaks that seemed to brush off the looks of others. They trudged down the mossy pathways, trying not to bring notice to themselves. They finally came to the back of a large building. They had found the Inn that Priss was looking for. The stables were in the rear and Priss set them all in one corner as she went around to seek lodging.

Finally, a narrow door was opened allowing light from the kitchen to pour out into the darkness. A thin young man with a handheld lantern stepped out looking for them. Without a word he waived them towards the door. They wearily stood and moved through the doorway and into a narrow doorway. The young man silently pointed up the narrow rear stairway and watched them go all without making a sound.

Priss was waiting on them as they made it to the second-floor landing and motioned for them to enter through the door she was holding open. They entered a warm large room. Beds lined the outside walls and fireplace took up the end opposite the door. A medium sized table and chairs were in the center. Setting upon the table were towels, a large bowl, and a pitcher on one end. The other end was covered in trays of cheese, bread and sliced meat of some type.

Ginny went to the larger of the beds at the head of the room by the fire and laid the sleeping girl in the middle. She slid her backpack off her shoulder and sat and then slumped on the edge of the bed. Drew came and slid his pack off and slid it under the bed. He kneeled next to Ginny and kissed her forehead.

"Baby, we need to get cleaned up and get some food in us. Please get up and let me get some of the clothes off you and let's go sit at the table while Sarah sleeps," Drew whispered to Ginny.

Drew pulled her up to a sitting position and pulled the cloak off her shoulder. She was glassy eyed, staring at the wall across from her, and mumbling to herself.

"We talked to a Dragon," she commented and then her hand came up and grabbed the cloak he still wore, "We were talking to a fucking scaly hided dragon," she paused to breath, "and he talked back." She ended with her eyes shifting to Drew.

'Yes baby, and he was a nice dragon," ended Drew.

He got her to stand so he could pull the cloak clear, then her coat. He got her shirt half off, when her eyes became focused and she grabbed his hand and stopped the disrobing.

"Oh no you don't. that is how this whole thing started. My clothes came off, I had a dozen orgasms and got pregnant. Our child bursts into flames when she gets mad. I have found out that the fairies and witches are real. I have had shadow creatures try and kill me. I have talked to dragons..." she sat back down seeming to run out of power.

"Yes baby, let's just get you to the table and get some food in you." Drew coerced softly.

***

The two hooded figures huddled in a small booth at the back of a tavern.

"They are in the kingdom? Where for god's sake?" asked Ruman.

"How am I to know. They were reported as entering the gate by the flat-world house they lived in. Shadows are not known for their detail or taking fucking notes," responded Alnee.

'Release the shadows here in town to find them. We must find them first. That little girl is our chance to finally rule this kingdom," demanded Ruman.

"Are you quite insane? Release shadows in the kingdom?" Alnee paused. She did not really know if he knew what he was asking. "We are both council members. Releasing dark magic beings here in the village could mean our heads. They do not discriminate on who they kill."

"I have one that does, release him," demanded Ruman.

"That abomination? He lives half in their world half in ours. He even frightens me," Alnee shuddered at the thought of being around him.

"Do it. We need that child," Ruman finished.

Alnee, shook her head, but pulled out her wand and did a distance enchantment.

A distance away, the creature know as the Bodach was released from his chains and traveled the night shadows towards the village. He was in hunt for the girl he had found before.

***

Ginny woke with a hunger. It was a hunger she recognized. She wanted her man inside her, she wanted his kisses and she wanted his cum. She shifted out of bed and went to the closet where the magic bowl was. When she was done doing her business, it just vanished in a puff of sparkles. She wiped herself with a hand towel and realized how wet she was. Her need was fueling her body and making her pussy swell.

She checked on her lovely child, sleeping peacefully in a nest of pillows and blankets between the two large beds. She looked so innocent and peacefully as her brows furrowed and her lips puckered into an air kiss.

Ginny crawled back in bed. Drew had cleaned himself the night before, but she would not have cared anyway. She slid over his body and placed his leg between her own. She hunched her hips, so her clit rubbed on his knee and then she lowered her mouth to kiss the crown of his cock.

She ran her hands up his stomach and played with his small nipples. He felt him shift and heard his moans. Ginny engulfed his cock in her mouth and took him down to the root. That brought Drew out of his slumber. His hands reached down and intertwined with her hair. He grabbed a handful and started to lightly thrust his hips fucking her mouth gently.

The acts of their friends did not go unnoticed. Priss was spooning a sleeping Glenda and reached over her to cup her breast as she watched the two lovers across the room. Soon Priss was running her palms over Glenda's long hard nipples, eliciting a soft sleepy moan from her.

Drew had grabbed Ginny and forced her into a side laying 69 position so he could feast on her pussy as she engulfed his cock. She was so wet and swollen that she was immediately close to her first orgasm as his tongue moved between her folds.

Glenda spun to face Priss on the other bed and her hands went to play with Priss's wet pussy as she lowered her mouth to Priss's huge erect nipples.

Since Drew and Ginny had the biggest bed in the room, Priss got up and dragged Glenda over to them. She threw Glenda down spread eagled next to Drew and Ginny. Priss knelt on the bed and lowered her face between the wide outstretched legs of the gorgeous witch.

Ginny looked up while sucking Drew's cock and saw Priss's large breasts and huge nipples just lightly brushing the sheets. She reached over a hand and started to roll the nipple, making Priss moan into Glenda's nether lips.

Ginny did a partial roll and then slid underneath Priss heading for her large extended pussy lips. She slid in at an angle, palming Priss's breasts with one hand and playing with Priss's rosebud with the other. She latched her lips on the smooth slick lips of Priss's pussy and began to pull, play and suck. Glenda, getting eaten by Priss, reached down, and started to run her fingers over Ginny's pussy.