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As always the sun greeted her morning like a welcome companion. Almost as welcome as the warm body beside her, she couldn't help but reach out and run her fingers through the soft fur of the cub. She decided to let Mishna sleep while she gathered up food, while she didn't know the diet of the skinny cub she was quite sure that what food she could get she would eat. She had ravenously torn into the meal that the half-orc Marek had given her.

As quietly as possible she walked over to her wooden countertop and whispered the words of a basic incantation that would create heat without fire. In the heated pot she dropped some mushrooms, herbs, spices, and various other items she had laying around for a basic stew. Soon the smell had filled her home up and she heard a yawn from behind her. "Good morning Mishna."

"Lesia, what is that wonderful smell?" She smiled and stood up walking over to the countertop. Her eyes opened in amazement when she saw the food cooking with no fire. "Amazing, you can cook with no fire?"

"Yes, I'm a sorceress." She saw the look on Mishna's face and laughed. "I command magic, it is not exactly like what Marek uses but my power comes from my ancestry, my blood instead of my faith."

"Is your magic greater than his?"

"To tell you the truth I don't know Mishna, but I'll protect you as best I can, I promise." She smiled and kissed the cub that was as tall as she was on the cheek. "You've nothing to fear, if all else fails we can go far away from here and see the world."

"Mishna would like that much, she hasn't seen much of the world." She kissed Lesia's cheek softly and had a look around the room. "What is down the stairs?"

"Oh that's my lab, I'll show it to you later but you have to be careful. I don't think you should go down there alone. There are dangerous things down there." She touched Mishna's cheek and pulled two wooden bowls and spoons from a small hidden cubbyhole under the table. Dishing out two bowls of the stew she handed one to Mishna and took the other for her own.

"Can you teach me how to read Lesia?"

"Of course I can!" She giggled and touched the cub's knee, the smile she got in return made her heart warm a little. She hadn't had a friend to talk to in a very long time. "You know, I may be able to teach you some magic too."

"Really? I don't know if I can do magic."

"Sure you can, it's not that hard."

They finished their stew in relative silence and Lesia collected the bowls and stacked them near the remainder of the stew. It would last the two of them several days, and since her magic preserved and kept it warm it would be fresh as well. "Come; let me show you my lab."

She led the wide-eyed cub down the spiral wooden staircase and into the multi-tiered lab. She had designed it herself. An open space at the far side of the room was where she tested the concoctions she made, the non-flammable ones anyway. The rest of the room was dotted with tables and make-shift benches containing glass containers and mixing equipment she had collected and purchased herself over the years. Each table was different in a subtle way and only someone who could read draconic could tell which table was which. "First let me tell you something about this place."

"I have each table marked with its own symbol depending on what I put there. These are safe." She pointed to a small symbol carved into the table and then pointed to a different one. "These are not."

"Mishna can remember that, I like the squiggly symbol anyway."

"It means safe." She smiled and walked over to the nearest table. "Here is where I mix up herbs for dinner and sometimes scented oils and makeup."

"What are they for?" Mishna picked up one of the scented oils and smelled it gingerly. "I like this one, it smells like flowers."

"Keep it; usually you would take a bath with it." The light in Mishna's eyes and the sudden silly grin on her face made her giggle. "Would you like to take a warm bath Mishna?"

"Oh I would like that very much!" She clapped her hands and bounced up and down happily. "But if we go outside my master, Marek, forgive me, will find us."

"We don't have to go outside, it's time I introduce you to Nammashtana." Lesia pulled her toward another small staircase heading deeper into the tree. The stairs went on for quite a while before they reached the bottom. Lesia heard the telltale singing as they descended so Tana was definitely at home.

Once they reached the bottom Mishna gasped softly at the sight before her. The cavity under the tree was completely encased in wood and a series of small and medium-sized pools of water had been formed, each one bearing water that steamed gently. The whole room reminded her of the time she had visited the baths in her homeland with her master. In the center of the cavity was a tall woman that looked like an elf only with soft green hair that had flowers quite literally growing out of it. Her features were angular and fine-sculpted like Lesia. She had skin that was a gentle tanned color and it looked soft and inviting. The dryad was also completely naked down to the soft green tuft of hair above her vagina that looked a little like a patch of moss. The creature was without a doubt a dryad, she had heard stories of such things but she had never actually seen one before. The raw untouched beauty of the fey creature left her breathless for many moments.

Mishna felt like kneeling before the majestic, beautiful, and undeniably sexually attractive creature. She went to her knees out of instinct and looked up at the dryad. She was startled at first as she grew to her normal size but then looked back up at the lovely dryad. "Mishna is humbled by your presence; you are more beautiful than anything Mishna has seen before."

Lesia smiled and guided Mishna back up to her feet with a giggle. "No need to kneel silly, this is Tana. She is the spirit of the tree, a dryad."

"So you are the new resident in my home, if you are a friend to Lesia I welcome you with open arms. You may stay as long as you wish." She giggled and ran her hand across the cub's ears. "Please, join me for a bath. The water is warm and rejuvenating."

Lesia took the small vial from Mishna and poured a few drops into a small pool that they both could fit in without Lesia drowning in deep water. Once she had mixed it together with her foot a little the smell wafted through the cavity leaving a pleasant but not overly potent scent behind.

"Lesia, did you gift her a divine trinket?" Tana asked as she looked over the cub with skepticism.

"Divine? No I can't make such things." She paused for a moment then whispered the words of a spell that would allow her to detect magic at will. A little concentration revealed blue glow at Mishna's neck.

"What? Oh no, Mishna forgot!" She pulled a small necklace out of her fur and winced as it pulled a few hairs out. She looked at the necklace, saw the blue glow coming off of it and began to panic. "I cannot take it off; my master forced it upon me! He can track me here I will be found!"

"Lesia, this is beyond my skill and yours I believe. She needs a cleric from a benevolent deity to remove this foul bit of metal." The dryad frowned and turned to the both of them. "I am sorry but you must leave my sanctuary until you are free from this cursed necklace."

"Tana, I'm sorry I brought this into your home, I should have known." She bowed low to the dryad and turned to take Mishna back up the staircase. "We have to hurry, he's probably already looking for you."

"Lesia, the trees tell me that the walking dead are headed this way. You must leave now; you have not enough time to gather your belongings." She touched the little sprite's cheek. "I will keep your possessions safe."

"Thank you Tana, where is the nearest exit?"

"Shrink your companion again go that way, the roots will speed your journey. Go north to the human settlement of oaken grove, in that city is a druid of Ehlonna that should be able to help you or recommend someone who can." She kissed both Lesia and Mishna on the lips and smiled. "It is a pity, I hoped to taste your lips for longer than a fleeting moment."

Mishna found her self blushing as they parted company with the dryad Tana and exited her home. Once outside she followed Lesia unquestioningly and let the small sprite lead the way. "How far is this town?"

"It is no more than a day's flight, but because you are walking though it may take us two days or more." She sighed softly and kept the pace slow at first, better to save their energy for when they were truly being pursued. "Why are you so important to him anyway? Can't he get another slave?"

"He has had many over the years but he has only kept Mishna alive for more than a tenday." She looked down as she walked and then back up to Lesia, who was still watching her awaiting an answer. "The orc killed my father and brother. My mother and I were both his slaves for a time. He grew bored with my mother's constant escape attempts; she lasted no more than a week. After that I had no one else to turn to so I submitted to his will without question. As time went on he became more violent and abusive, he would force himself too far into my throat and choke me or hurt me badly. Afterward he would heal me only so he could do it again tomorrow. I have lost my purity more times than I know numbers."

"I'm sorry; I promise while I breathe I won't let him take you back." Lesia looked forward and sighed softly. She felt guilty for enjoying the show that Marek had put on with Mishna the first night she had watched them. It still made her feel dirty but the suffering she had seen excited her but in the back of her mind she reminded herself that she had been exiled for quite a while. When she could coax sexual contact out of the dryad she did but that was not as often as she would like. "Mishna, I was watching you the first night that Marek took you by force."

"I know. I saw you watching us." Mishna smiled and waved her small hand at Lesia. "You seemed to enjoy it; you have much tension in your loins."

Lesia found herself blushing and trying to hide the soft blue color that was even now taking in most of her body. While she cleared her throat she looked back at a smiling Mishna and grinned sheepishly. "You're not mad?"

"No, I am used to sex." Mishna gently ran her finger along the small sprite's thigh and giggled. "I am just glad you saved me."

"Thank you, I don't feel so guilty now." She looked down at the necklace sparkling on Mishna's neck and made a face. "Should it be glowing that brightly?"

"That means he is close!" Mishna whispered harshly while looking around like an animal caught in a cage. "We must flee, run!"

"Don't panic." Leisa was on the verge of panic herself but she forced herself to stay calm for Mishna's sake. "Quickly, we just need to keep moving."

Lesia led the way through the forest. There were paths she was used to flying over but with Mishna in tow she could not just dart over obstacles. With the glow of the necklace ether growing or remaining the same she knew they were catching with the tow girls. She sighed and shook her head, wondering how long he would pursue his 'toy' before his master jerked the leash. She had a few innate abilities up her sleeve besides the spells she possessed. Her attention was drawn immediately to a sudden feeling of dread, she knew the unclean feeling she felt now was familiar. Her hands began shaking and it was all she could do to prevent herself from bolting outright.

"The dark one is here." Mishna fell to her knees and began crying forlornly. "He has found me, I will die."

Lesia closed her eyes and landed beside Mishna, placing her hands on the cub's shoulder. Lesia had been exiled from her home land but she still felt the connection, she knew not if she could still send someone to her former home but she leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "May the grace of the Seelie Court protect you and guide your way."

There was a soft flash of bright light and a popping noise as Misha's form disappeared and the space she occupied filled with air suddenly. Lesia smiled and stood up. Before she could fly away she felt a presence looming over her.

"Little fey, you have occupied the time of my servant long enough." The sound of the hideous ethereal voice made her quiver and almost loose control, but her magical tolerance saved her. Still her body went crashing to its knees.

The place where his face should have been was an empty blackness of nothing, as if he possessed no true form just shadow. The capacious robe covered his body all the way down to his booted feet and was scribed with runes and symbols she had never seen before. "I know not of what you speak, please don't hurt me."

"Come, do not lie." The half-orc stepped from the trees behind his master and walked over to her, grabbing the small fey in his fist. He marveled at how easily he could grab a good portion of her shapely little body. "Where is Mishna?"

Lesia felt the presence of evil evaporate as the robed creature disappeared again leaving Marek and a host of undead orcs shambling behind him. She couldn't tell him where she had sent Mishna mainly because she was forbidden from speaking its name. "Please, let me go I cannot help you!"

"Oh but you can." His evil grin made her shiver and she felt as if her very soul was being threatened at that moment. "Let us return to the camp so I may interrogate you properly."

She was bound and gagged with a few foul-tasting strips of cloth and tied to the half-orc's chest. While he walked she bounced painfully against the tabard that covered his armor, she felt bruises forming but dare not protest. With a sigh she hung her head and watched the scene before them unfold. A familiar grove passed her eyes and she looked over toward her home, catching the eyes of a certain dryad. She saw the surprise and a touch of sadness behind them. Even the most aloof creatures of the fey realm hated the concept of slavery, the stripping of freedom. The dryad disappeared as quickly as she had come, Lesia knew she couldn't help. Her main duty was to protect her tree and the surrounding forest but she could do nothing against such a powerful wizard and a host of undead.

Once they reached the camp Marek took her immediately to his tent and untied her from his armor. He left her hands bound and her mouth gagged however. "You have such a small and wonderfully sweet looking body little one tis a pity you're so small."

Her eyes narrowed, she knew he was up to something but she was in no place to protest. She could only watch in curiosity as he pulled a few bits of something out of a pouch at his belt and rubbed them together. His chanting was foreign, most likely orcish but as he put his hands on her she understood. Her body began to grow, enough to the point where she was almost as big as Mishna. She struggled with the bonds at her hands and attempted to spit out the gag until she felt him backhand her hard. The blow made her head spin.

"Struggle all you want, no one can help you now." Marek removed his clothing, armor and the tunic he kept underneath the armor. Once he was down to his breeches he untied her feet and spread her legs open forcefully.

Lesia could smell his foul breath as he leaned forward and kissed her lips forcefully. Her hands were bound behind her back so she could do nothing but attempt to bite him. Her bite was too weak to pierce his skin. She struggled and kicked as he placed his body between her legs.

"You smell so sweet, like honey." He moved his hand down to her breasts and pawed at them painfully for a moment before decided to go lower and touch her private area. He smiled with a hint of wickedness when he discovered her virginity. The bulge in his breeches increased a little at that notion. "A virgin fey, what a rare treat I have this night."

He knew that his dick was too large for her child-like body but he didn't care in the least, he rid himself of his breeches and pulled the small tunic off of her body so he could have easy access to her 'wares'. Without warning he dropped his rock-hard cock head onto her wet pussy and began shoving it inside forcefully. Her tightness made him cross his eyes in what was pain and pleasure.

**

A popping sound rang out through her ears and she shook her head in an effort to clear it. It took a moment for Mishna's eyes to adjust but she finally gathered her wits about her. "Lesia? What happened?"

Silence told her all she needed to know. Her heart sank as she realized her new friend and lover had saved her life in exchange for her own. Sitting down hard on her ass she put her hands over her eyes and rubbed them trying to stem the flow of tears that she knew were coming, it would do not good to cry for Lesia now. Mishna stood, her thin body was coated in the soft glow of her surroundings and it was then that she realized she was no where near the forest anymore. Towering mushrooms as tall as trees surrounded her and gave off an eerie but visually pleasant array of lights akin to pastel colors. In the soft glow the dark of the surrounding area seemed a bit oppressive. With a sigh she steadied herself.

On each side of the path she was standing on a series of natural 'lamps' had been fashioned from the glowing mushrooms, albeit a smaller version. Mishna sniffed the air a few times and sighed while looking around, she had no clue where she was but she could only speculate that this was Lesia's true home. She had heard stories of the fabulous cities and forests of the fae realm. Determined to find out more she strode down the path in the direction she had been facing.

While walking she could not help but take in the sights around her, everything was alien but not enough to be a shock to her system. Even the air she breathed was thick with scents she did not recognize. Her body was tired and her mind was wandering, she had been traveling with Lesia for a while more than she had thought. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open but she couldn't sleep until she had found someone or something that could help her. She didn't want to leave Lesia in the hands of her former master and the wizard that held his leash. Distantly she heard a voice and froze in her tracks.

The voice was crystal-clear and sing-song like Lesia's so she could only figure that it was another sprite. Mishna knew to be cautious; she was a stranger in a foreign land. As she came to a slight bend in the path she peered around the tall mushroom stalk. A tall, slender, and undeniably beautiful creature was striding down the path toward her talking to a sprite.

The taller fae creature had features like an elf woman but more refined if that was possible. Her alabaster skin glistened and shone under the soft lights of the mushrooms and her eyes sparkled with an inner light that denoted a free-spirited joy and unsurpassed lust for life. The creature's long blonde hair flowed free down her shoulders and across a while shift that left little to the imagination. What she could see of the beautiful creature's body made her stir with desire almost by instinct. "Um, excuse me."

Both the sprite and the other creature stopped cold in their tracks and stared at her for a moment, as if in shock.

"Please, I need help." She stepped out from behind the mushroom and crossed her arms across her torso, which was a universal non-threatening gesture where she came from. She hoped they understood her language or at least her posture. They both stood looking at her for a moment so she put her arms at her side and made a face. Thinking back to her childhood and her mother she got an idea and decided to try speaking in elven. "Please, I need help."

"How did you come to be here little one?" The tall woman said to her as she stood there motionless. "You are not supposed to be in this land."

"I was sent here, by a friend. She freed me from captivity and we were fleeing but my master found me again and he captured her!" She finally realized herself and fell to her knees in a sob with full tears. Her shoulders bobbed with each wracking pain of guilt and worry for the only person in the world who had not treated her like a slave. "They have her, they're going to hurt her!"

"Tell us who saved you little one, who was it that saved you and sent you here." The nymph knelt down in front of the crying little cub and put a reassuring hand across her shoulders. "Where did you come from?"

"Whisper-wind forest is where we were." Mishna looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of the creature and felt a little bit of solace but not much. "I have to help her."

"Who?" Chimed in the diminutive sprite hovering next to the nymph, he was taller than Lesia and he had long blonde hair. His eyes were almond-shaped like hers and he had the same soft skin and delicate features she did only without the small horns on her forehead. "Lesia."

"Lesia?" The look of surprise on the nymph's face was genuine as she looked over toward the sprite hovering next to her and then back at Mishna. "How did you come to be here? She was banished from this place, her ability to transport herself here was stripped away.

"She whispered something to me about the seelie court protecting me and then I was standing here." Mishna was on her knees on the ground still and her eyelids were feeling heavier than before. She felt as if a ton of bricks had been dropped onto her head. "I don't feel so good."

"Nacacia, we must take this one before the council." The sprite pointed at Mishna with his spear and then did a double take as the black-furred cub fell over onto her side. "Little cub, are you alright?"

"The journey must have taken a lot out of her. Let her sleep Hazein." With a few gestures and a series of arcane words Mishna rose into the air and hovered toward the nymph. "My spell will drag her along behind us, we can finish our patrol and return to the city afterward."

"But the council should know one of Lesia's agents have infiltrated our realm!" Protested the sprite with a frown.

"Agent? Hazein, my dear boy can you not recognize love when it is shown to you?" She ran her hand along the exhausted little cub's head and her short hair then kissed her on the cheek and whispered something into her ear. "Sleep deeply; take your worries away love."

"Love? That demon-blooded bitch isn't capable of love." He crossed his arms over his chest and followed the long-haired nymph.

"You are just angry because she would not have sex with you."

"Whatever." He was angry and somewhat embarrassed by that statement, however true.

"I can tell you for sure that she was just as sweet, if not sweeter in taste than your life-mate. It was like tasting vanilla and honey swirled together." She smiled broadly at his huffing and giggled.

"Wait, how do you know how Shallana tastes?"

"Silly boy, your jealousy is your downfall. Shal and I know each other quite intimately."

**

"Stop!" Lesia had gotten the gag out of her mouth using her tongue and was even now attempting to get her hands free so she could cast a spell. Her mind raced as she fought off the implications of loosing her virginity. "You can't do this, you can't take my purity! I am of Almakanzi blood!"

"You lie through your teeth, the snow devils of the freezing depths?" Marek eyed her with scrutiny and ran his finger across the stubby horns on the front of her forehead. He snorted and took a measure of the rest of her body, she was flushed a soft blue color and her eyes had turned from a deep sapphire to an icy aqua. "This does not save you completely; you will pleasure me one way or another fae-bitch."

"Please you have to let me go." She pleaded pitifully to him. Lesia knew that her cries of mercy wouldn't save her forever but for now she had given him pause. She knew that he was well versed in demonology from his religious training. Apparently being a part of a well-known prophecy penned by an old man wasn't so bad after all. "You know the prophecy, you know what it means if I were ever to loose my purity."

"Your purity will remain intact for now. But I require pleasure." He smiled at her evilly and flipped her over onto her stomach. Hearing her wailing cry he knew she was on to his intent. Leaning down he slid his tongue against her ass. Her skin still tasted sweet even back there. Without another word he pulled a thick pasty substance from a nearby rack near the floor and spread it all over his thick cock. "I will have your tight little ass then."

Marek sighed in pleasure as the tip of his cock pierced her tight rear and slid inside fairly easily with the help of the ooze he had concocted. Knowing she was too small for him to go in all the way he was satisfied to push just past the head of his dick and gyrate his hips slowly. With each slow thrust he moaned and she wailed in pain.

Each second was agony for her; she had never been pierced by a male in any hole save her mouth and never without her permission. This feeling was new but a bit exciting to her body. She continued to tell herself that it was involuntary when she came and felt a soft gush of fluid flow from her pussy. However involuntary it felt good against the severe pain of the huge cock that was inside of her anus. She went limp under his not-so-gentile thrusts and felt herself crying and sucking in breaths of air as if she were deprived of it. All at once she felt him pull himself out and splash a hot load of cum all over her back and hair. She felt dirty, violated, her body was wracked with pain even as the spell the half-orc had cast on her was released, leaving her laying in a pool of his sex foam.

"You please me very much little sprite, and for that I will keep you alive. At least for the time being." He reached out and ran his finger along the small of her tiny back and whispered an incantation that forced her body to heal itself. With that he donned his clothing and staked her to the same place that Mishna had been in and stalked out.

"By the gods, why am I made to suffer? What have I done to deserve this cursed blood?" She curled up into a little ball and put her face against her knees. "Please someone kill me, I don't want to live this existence."

**

Mishna stirred a little and wiped her eyes clear of sleep. She still felt a bit drowsy but otherwise she had slept surprisingly well considering that Lesia was still in the hands of the brutal half-orc. As she came to she sat up and looked around. She was in a lavish bedroom with lace and curtains made of a thin fabric she did not recognize, the room was decorated with fine art and expensive things that made her eyes open wide. Almost as wide as when she discovered she was wearing a set of silk garments that were worth more than she had been sold for. The realization was keen. Her pads hit the floor quietly and she stretched out as tall as she could go, which wasn't very tall comparatively.

After a moment of deliberation she walked toward the door and opened it slowly, meeting a pair of familiar eyes out in the hallway. It was the nymph that she had met in the street. Her arm was out as if she were ready to open the door. "Hello."

"Hello Mishna, I am Alannah." She smiled down at the sleepy little cub and held out her hand. "Come with me."

"How did you know my name?"

"You were calling out deliriously when I put you to sleep. You said your name several times. Mainly calling for Lesia, telling her Mishna will not leave her." She put her hand on Mishna's shoulder and led her down the hallway. "The council has requested your presence little one."

Mishna looked around curiously at the white walls of the palatial structure and made a mental note not to touch a single thing. She made it a habit not to touch things that were worth more than she was. "This place is beautiful, like something out of a dream. Where am I?"

"No one has officially welcomed you I see, well then I shall be the first then my little fuzzy companion. Welcome to Faerie." She opened a large set of white-and-black marble doors and ushered Mishna inside.

Her breath caught in her throat, the floor of this grand hall was marble and the columns holding up the domed ceiling were huge carved statues with each of them representing the fae races. One was a nymph, stark naked and beautiful standing under a waterfall. The next in line was a beautiful dryad standing next to a large oak tree, she was also nude. The next was a column of faeries and sprites all holding up their end of the dome with the last representing a smattering of other fae creatures all carved into their own pillar. Mishna's eyes cast across the stained glass windows and statues that stood around the edges of the room. The last two features of the room were colluseum-like seating that was filled with representatives of the various fae races and desk-like structure at the end with a few of the fae sitting behind it.

The one at the far end, a nixie, or water faerie stood up and beckoned Mishna closer with her webbed hand. She smiled with aqua-blue lips and soft jade eyes to match the green of her skin which was covered in pebble-like smooth scales. "Come closer young Maikari, we do not mean you any harm."

"Yes ma'am." She stammered as she walked over to the long set of seats and knelt down before them all. She held her head down and felt nervousness creeping into her mind from all of the eyes on her. "Mishna is sorry for the intrusion."

"Little one, you need not be sorry. We have not brought you here to punish you." Said a taller-than-average pixie that was next in line, he had short-cropped brown hair that stood on end and dark almond-shaped eyes that mated well with the tanned skin of his body. He wore a thin silken tunic and had a set of gossamer wings just like Lesia's.

She stood up and met eyes with them all one by one. Besides the two at the far end of the long marble podiums there was a nymph sitting languidly in her chair, her soft blue hair was braided with flowers and jewels and she wore an expensive-looking silken garment with jewels sewn into it and a little jewelry at her neck and on her fingers. She had beautiful royal blue eyes and lip-shading on that brought them out even further. Her skin was mildly tanned and she wore a smile that could melt the heart of any suitor, male or female. The last at the table was a dryad that she recognized. "Nammashtana? I thought I would not see you again!"

"Tana? No little one you mistake me for one of my kin, Tana has already vouched for your presence here but since she is tied to a tree in the mortal realm she could not be here herself. I am Kammarin, queen of the dryads. This is Arahnia, the nymph queen and at the end are Rokmar and Lyndis." The stately dryad stood to her full height, her hair was longer than Tana's now that Mishna looked closer and though she had the look of a young woman her eyes bespoke an elder intelligence that belayed her immortal grace.

"Mishna is in your debt, I am not worthy to stand among such beauty." She kept her eyes toward the ground subserviently as she had been taught from birth. Between the sights and the smells of the room around her she felt her body going almost mad with lust but her mind kept herself in check.

"You are though my lovely young friend, you are welcome here among us. While Lesia was banned only an act of sheer love and selflessness could have broken the chains that held her abilities in check. She herself could not return but she sent you in her stead. Please, tell us what happened Mishna." She used her most soothing voice, she was a songstress on top of being the queen of the dryads and so her voice was almost like an enchantment in its own right.

"Mishna was a slave of Marek Red-eye and his master the dark one, Nekroniss. Lesia saved me from them but Marek tracked me down and chased us away from Tana's tree. The dark one caught up to us and before he could reclaim Mishna, Lesia sent us here." She looked up to the council with tears forming in her eyes. "We must help her; Marek will take her against her will. The dark one will use her spells for bad things."

"We should have never banished her." Roknar, the representative of the pixies spoke up first. He had always been against banishing the girl. "We could have kept a better eye on her here. You know the consequences of the prophecy."

"Better than any here young prince even yourself, you would do good not to speak out of turn again for your position here is under review as it is." Kammarin turned back to Mishna and tapped her chin thoughtfully. "We will have to speak amongst ourselves on this matter little one, we will call you when we are ready to deliver our decision."

"Thank you your majesties." Mishna bowed low and followed the same Nymph out of the room and back into the hallway toward her bedroom.

"You must be starving little one, I can have a meal delivered to your quarters." She looked down at the cub and noticed that she was squirming a little. "Are you alright, do you have to relieve yourself?"

"No, Mishna is embarrassed but she is," Mishna paused for a moment before continuing. "Excited."

"Fear not small one, I understand. Being around a nymph especially will do that to a mortal. If you'd like I can help you with your problem." When she received a little nod the nymph laughed and put her hands on the little cub's shoulders pushing her against the cold stone of a nearby wall. Her deft fingers pulled the silken short-breeches off of the black-furred legs and she left them around Mishna's ankles.

She could smell the cub's potent juices even without kneeling and when she did fall to her knees she moved her face closer and blew on the wet lips softly, letting the smooth skin of her fingers trace their way toward Mishna's pulsating little womanhood. When she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and ran it across Mishna's slit she was surprised at the lack of a musky-strong taste like the potent but sweet smell that emanated from her. She tasted a little like sugar but almost like a fae would. "Your taste is sweet little Mishna."

Not hearing an answer from the cub she smiled and used her fingers to pry the little hole open just enough for her to get her tongue inside. She was skilled at pleasing a woman so she used her long tongue to angle upward and lick Mishna's most sensitive spot. She felt the little muscles of the girl's cunt clench down and a small gush of liquid wetted her lips and tongue. Not stopping here she grasped the girl's ass with her hands and pulled her forward into the waiting, wiggling member.

A small crowd of fae including a male nymph stopped to watch the display, two of them even going as far as to pleasure themselves while watching. The male nymph stroked himself slowly as he watched the exchange. Mishna found herself squirming under the scrutiny again, she liked having someone watch her and desire her while she was in such a vulnerable state. She ran her fingers through the nymph's soft hair and groaned loudly.

As an afterthought she tested the outside of Mishna's ass with the tip of one finger. She got a soft grunt in return so she merely massaged the little hole with one finger while she angled the other around to caress Mishna's clit. Running her tongue up and down the opening she felt her little subject start thrusting her hips in pleasure, doubling her effort brought her tongue up to bear with the little cub's clit as she switched to pushing her fingers just slightly inside. Since Mishna was a virgin she didn't want to spoil that. Between her tongue and fingers she soon found most of her face drenched with a thick white fluid. She continued on until she felt Mishna put her hands gently on the sides of her head and pull her away.

Before she could say anything else Mishna knelt down before the nymph and licked her face clean of the juices, sharing a sticky kiss between them. She had never come so much before and never so violently. It was a relief, she was quite sure she'd never get head from a nymph again. That prospect along with the fact that Lesia hadn't been there with her made her a little sad inside for some reason that she didn't know.

"Don't cry little Mishna, we'll find Lesia." Alannah pulled the shaking little cub into her arms and held her tight for a moment.

To Mishna's surprise she felt another set of hands on her back rubbing it gently. A few of the fae creatures that had stopped to watch even now came to comfort her afterward. It touched her deeply but she still missed Lesia.