Fairy Magic 3: War Is Cumming
Copyright© 2026 by EveryDenial
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Locked in a dungeon by a princess who wants you dead, you have lost everything but the magic in your cock, and the women who share your cell, willing to do anything to keep you close. Escape is only the beginning. Your seed is power, and every road offers new bonds, new gifts, new women eager to earn what only you can give. To survive, you must gather your scattered companions, old and new, and find a place to build a kingdom from nothing. The war is cumming.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma Fa Consensual NonConsensual Fiction High Fantasy Magic Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Small Breasts Illustrated
“Use more tongue, Lazzy!” Kira instructed, watching Lazuli closely as the succubus sucked my cock. “Don’t just go up and down, you need to do this!” She leaned in and demonstrated, her small tongue swirling around the head before she took me deep into her mouth. “See? Like that!”
Lazuli watched attentively, her pink eyes wide with concentration, then tried to mimic Kira’s technique.
“Good, good,” Kira encouraged. “Now keep doing that while you use your hand too.”
We had been on the road for days now. Traveling past the singing lake where I had once been teleported away was bittersweet. The Naga still lay dead where Willowyn had shot her dead with her bow. The memory of that moment, of the danger we had faced and overcome, was still fresh in my mind. Nearly losing the ones I had grown so fond of made me cherish the time we had together even more. If I had to make the choice all over again, I’d choose to save them every time, regardless of the risk to myself.
Beyond the lake, we traveled west around the water’s edge as Rylan had instructed, the landscape gradually shifting from the dense forests of Lureleaf to more open plains. The days were long on the road, but the nights were filled with passion and camaraderie, our bond growing stronger with each passing mile.
Now we were crossing a bridge over the river, the sound of water rushing beneath us filling the air, as Kira continued her blowjob lessons with an eager Lazuli. Seraphine was driving the wagon, her eyes on the road ahead, though I could see her smirking in the driver’s seat as she listened to Kira’s enthusiastic instructions.
“Remember to breathe through your nose,” Kira said, watching as Lazuli’s pink lips slid up and down my shaft. “That way you can go for a long time without stopping!”
Lazuli nodded, her eyes flicking up to mine before she focused again on her task, her technique improving noticeably under Kira’s teachings. The sight of the pink-haired succubus learning to pleasure me, her sweet face full of concentration, had me groaning with pleasure.
“I think she’s getting the hang of it,” Seraphine called back, her tails swishing behind her. “Though she’s got a long way to go to match your skills, Kira.”
“Nobody sucks cock like me!” Kira declared proudly. “But Lazzy is doing great for her first real lessons!”
Lazuli blushed at the compliment but didn’t stop what she was doing, her hand working in perfect rhythm with her mouth now. I could feel my orgasm building, her improved technique bringing me closer to the edge.
“When did you become so obsessed with blowjobs, anyway?” Seraphine asked curiously. “Not that I’m complaining, but it seems like that’s all you want to do lately.”
“Because it’s fun!” Kira said as if it was obvious. “And because it makes him feel good! And because when he cums in my mouth, I love that it’s as salty as the sea!” She grinned at me. “Plus, one of the first things I ever did when I met him was put my mouth around his cock, right there in the lake where we met. I dove right under the water and swam up to him and just ... did it!” She giggled at the memory, her green eyes sparkling. “He tasted so good, like the most delicious fish I’d ever had. I think that’s when I knew I liked him.”
“I remember that.” I smiled, reaching down to stroke Kira’s hair. “You were so eager, so curious about everything.”
“I still am!” She beamed. “That’s why I want to be good at blowjobs, so I can make you feel as good as you made me feel that first day.”
Being lost in the moment, I forgot to warn Lazuli as my orgasm hit suddenly, my cock pulsing in her mouth. She pulled back in surprise as the first spurt of cum shot out, hitting her lips and chin before she could react. Kira quickly moved in, taking over and catching the rest of my load in her mouth, swallowing it down with obvious enjoyment.
“Sorry,” I gasped, looking at Lazuli, who had cum dripping down her face. “I should have warned you.”
“It’s okay.” She blushed deeply, her pink wings fluttering with embarrassment. “I just wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly.”
“Don’t worry, Lazzy!” Kira licked a stray drop of cum from her lips. “You’ll get used to it! He shouldn’t have to warn you, you should be able to tell when he’s about to cum.”
“How?” Lazuli asked, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
“His breathing changes, his cock gets harder right before, and his balls tighten up.” Kira explained knowledgeably. “But above all else, the goal is to make him cum, so always be ready for it! That way you can swallow it all up like a good girl.”
Lazuli nodded, her eyes wide with this new information.
“I’ll practice more,” she promised, looking at my still-hard cock with determination. “May I ... continue?”
“Of course,” I nodded, smiling at her eagerness.
Seraphine laughed from the driver’s bench.
“You’ve created a monster, Kira,” she called back. “Soon she’ll be as cock-obsessed as you are.”
“Good!” Kira declared. “The more girls who love his cock, the better!” She moved aside so Lazuli could continue her practice. “Just remember what I told you, Lazzy. Tongue, hand, and pay attention to his signs.”
I leaned back against the wagon bed, enjoying the dual attention as the two girls worked together, sharing my cock between them as the wagon continued north towards Rompelt and eventually, hopefully, Willowyn.
I could feel a throat around my cock as I slowly woke from my slumber. Lazuli’s soft pink hair was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes, the gentle early morning light casting a warm glow around her. She looked up at me, her big pink eyes meeting mine as she bobbed her head up and down along my length.
“Morning,” I mumbled, still half asleep.
She hummed around my cock in response, her wings fluttering slightly as she continued to suck me, her technique having improved dramatically under Kira’s tutelage over the past week. She used her tongue just as instructed, swirling it around the head before taking me deep, her hand stroking what wouldn’t fit in her mouth.
I lay back, enjoying the sensation, my hands moving to pull through her soft hair. She made appreciative noises as I touched her, her pace increasing slightly. After a few minutes, she pulled off my cock with a soft pop, a small smile on her face.
“Kira told me to wake you up this way,” she whispered, her hand still stroking me slowly. “She said you like it.”
“I do,” I confirmed, my voice rough with sleep and growing arousal. “Very much.”
“Good.” She leaned down and took me back into her mouth, her enthusiasm clear. “I like doing it for you.”
Kira’s cheerful voice suddenly came from the front of the wagon.
“Is she doing a good job, big fish?” she called. “I’ve been teaching her all my best tricks!”
“She’s doing amazing,” I replied, looking down at Lazuli, who blushed but didn’t stop what she was doing. “You’re a great teacher, little fish.”
“Of course I am!” Kira said proudly. “I’m the best at sucking sea cucumber!”
“We’re here,” Seraphine announced from the driver’s seat, her voice practical as always. “Rompelt is just ahead.”
I sat up slightly, trying to focus despite the excellent blowjob I was receiving. Sure enough, through the trees I could see the outskirts of the city we had stayed in what felt like a lifetime ago. The stone buildings were just visible through the morning mist, the city still quiet at this early hour.
“Finally,” I said, gently lifting Lazuli’s head from my lap. “As much as I’m enjoying this, we should probably make a proper entrance.”
Lazuli nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a small disappointed pout on her lips.
“Don’t worry,” Kira said, climbing into the back of the wagon with us. “There will be plenty more time for cock sucking.”
“You’re just obsessed,” Seraphine teased, bringing the wagon to a stop at the city gates.
“I’m not obsessed!” Kira protested, her hands on her hips. “I just really, really, REALLY like his cock!”
We all laughed as we prepared to enter the city, adjusting our clothes and gathering our things. As we approached the gate, I couldn’t help but remember the last time we were here, how different everything was then.
Back then it had been a different handful. Neyla had been our guide, leading us after Windend, sharp tongued and confident, knowing every road and every favor she could call in. Syli had padded along at my side, my fierce little wolf, still adjusting to walking on two legs instead of four, snapping at Kaya every chance she got. And Kaya herself, the sly cat, lazy grace and sharp claws, prowling at the edges of the group like she was always about to slip off into the shadows.
It was here in Rompelt that we’d found Hazel, the sweet, clumsy raccoon girl wrestling her broken-down apple cart in the market square, who’d agreed to drive us the rest of the way to Sensluttia. She’d been so nervous back then, twitching ears and stammered words, never imagining she’d end up part of our strange little family.
So much had changed since then...
Yet the town was just as I remembered it.
That was the first thing that struck me as we rolled through the gate, a strange, warm sort of familiarity. It hadn’t been that long, not really, and yet so much had happened since that Rompelt felt like a place from another life. But it was all still here, the same crowded market square, the same narrow lanes twisting off between crooked timber buildings, the same chaos of a town that never quite slowed down. The rumble of cart wheels, the ring of a blacksmith’s hammer somewhere deeper in, the smell of cooking meat and spiced ale drifting on the morning air.
“Busy place,” Seraphine observed, guiding the horses through the widening street, her eyes tracking the goblins already hauling crates and the fauns setting up their stalls.
“It always is,” I said. “Best-stocked town around. Everything moving north, south, east, or west comes through here.”
Goblins made up most of the crowd, green skin catching the pale morning light, but they were far from alone. Ogres lumbered past with barrels stacked on their shoulders. A cluster of harpies argued cheerfully over a stall of dried fruit, their feathers ruffling. A pair of fauns led a cart of woven cloth down a side lane, and I even spotted a lamia coiled comfortably behind a jeweler’s counter, sunning herself in a shaft of light while she worked. Rompelt had never cared where you came from. If you could trade, work, or fuck, you were welcome here, and it showed in every face on the street.
“Where are we going?” Lazuli asked, peering out from beneath the canvas, her pink eyes wide as she took in the bustle.
“An inn I stayed at before,” I said. “The Velvet Touch. If the owner’s still around, she’ll know everything worth knowing about this place. And I’ve been thinking...” I glanced at Seraphine. “Before we push on to Willowyn, it might be worth having a proper conversation with whoever runs trade here.”
Seraphine’s ear twitched with interest.
“Thinking ahead to the new home?”
“Rylan said Willowyn found a place to settle. A whole kingdom, if we’re lucky.” I nodded toward the busy streets around us. “A kingdom needs supplies. Food, cloth, tools, everything. And Rompelt sits right on the road between wherever we’re headed and everywhere else worth trading with. If we’re going to build something up there, it wouldn’t hurt to have friends here first.”
“Look at you,” Seraphine said, a slow smile curving her lips. “Thinking like a king already.”
“I’m thinking like someone who doesn’t want to starve his first winter,” I corrected, and she laughed.
Kira, who had been hanging half out the back of the wagon watching the crowds, suddenly gasped and pointed.
“Look at that sign! The lady’s holding a wine glass and touching herself!” She giggled, delighted. “Is that where we’re staying?”
Sure enough, there it was, three stories of dark timber and gleaming glass, the same painted sign swinging above the door: a reclining goblin woman, wine glass in hand, one hand tucked between her thighs, a satisfied smile on her lips. The Velvet Touch. Exactly as we’d left it.
Seraphine pulled the wagon to a stop out front, and we climbed down, stretching legs stiff from the long travel. I pushed open the door, and the warmth of the place washed over us, the smell of hearth smoke and spiced wine and roasting meat, the low hum of morning conversation from the handful of patrons already at their tables.
“Can I help you?” A young goblin in an apron approached, drying her hands on a cloth. “Rooms, food, or company?”
“I’m looking for Pira,” I said. “Is she still the owner here?”
“She is. Who’s asking?” The girl’s eyebrows rose.
Before I could answer, a voice cut across the common room.
“No. No, it can’t be.” Footsteps, quick and light, and then she came around the counter, blonde hair bouncing, yellow eyes wide. Pira. Exactly as I remembered her, apron over a cropped top, bare feet silent on the floorboards. She stopped a few feet away, staring at me like she was trying to decide if I was real. “You. The human. Neyla’s human.” Her gaze swept over the girls behind me, three faces she’d never seen before, and her brow furrowed even as her grin spread. “You came back. You actually came back. And with a whole new crew, by the look of it.” She glanced past us toward the door, as if expecting someone else to walk through it. “Where’s Neyla? And that wolf and cat you had with you?”
“Hello, Pira,” I said, smiling. “It’s been a while.”
“A while, he says.” She crossed the last few steps and, to my surprise, threw her arms around me in a quick, fierce hug before stepping back and planting her hands on her hips. “Do you have any idea how many times I wondered what happened to you lot? You passed through here headed for Sensluttia, and then ... nothing. I’d half convinced myself the elves had you locked away somewhere, or worse.” Her eyes narrowed, though the grin never left her face. “And here you stroll in like it’s been no time at all.”
“It’s a long story,” I admitted.
“It always is with you people.” She shook her head, then turned to shout toward the kitchen. “Breakfast! The good stuff, for all of them!” She turned back to me, softer. “Sit. Eat. And Goddess help you, you’re going to tell me everything.”
We settled at a long table by the fire while Pira fussed over us like a mother hen, and over bowls of hot stew and fresh bread I gave her the long version, the escape from Sensluttia, the months on the road, the girls we’d gained and the look to the future. She listened with her chin propped on her hand, gasping in all the right places, and when I finished she let out a low whistle.
“A kingdom of your own.” She shook her head slowly. “When Neyla brought you through here, you looked like a stiff breeze would knock you flat. Now you’re telling me you’re going to build a home for all these girls and whoever else comes calling. The road changes a man. Or the women do.”
“Both, probably,” I said, and Kira giggled around a mouthful of bread.
“That’s actually why I wanted to find you,” I continued. “This new home, wherever Willowyn’s setting it up, it’s going to need supplies. Trade. And Rompelt’s the best-stocked town around. I thought, before we head east, it might be worth talking to whoever handles trade here. Start laying the groundwork.”
Pira’s expression shifted, the innkeeper vanishing and the businesswoman taking her place.
“Trade, is it. A whole new market opening up to the northeast, with a human king who can’t be swindled easy sitting on top of it.” She tapped her fingers on the table, then pushed back from it and stood, brushing crumbs from her apron. “You’ll want to talk to Vondra, then. Guild-master. She handles every deal worth handling in this town.” She waved for me to follow. “Come on. Leave the girls to finish eating, they’re safe here. If I bring you myself, she’ll actually see you instead of making you wait a week like everyone else.”
“She?” I asked, rising.
“Vondra.” Pira said over her shoulder as she led me toward the door. “Youngest guild-master Rompelt’s ever had, and don’t let that fool you, she’s got a tighter grip on this town’s coin than anyone twice her age ever did. All business, that one. Fair warning, she hasn’t cracked a smile in a negotiation since the day she took the seat. But she’s fair. And she’s exactly the kind of person you want in your corner if you’re building something.”
I glanced back at the girls. Seraphine gave me a lazy wave, already reaching for more bread.
“Go,” she said. “We’ll be here. Try not to get swindled.”
“We’ll be right here, big fish!” Kira called. “Don’t worry about us!”
With that, Pira led me out into the morning, the mist burning off under a rising sun, the streets fuller with each passing minute. She walked fast, weaving through the crowd with the ease of someone who knew every cobblestone, calling greetings to shopkeepers as she passed. Everyone seemed to know her.
“How’d a goblin so young end up running trade for a town this size?” I asked as we turned onto an avenue toward a hall of pale stone and dark timber, the guild’s mark carved above its door.
“Same way anyone earns anything worthwhile. She’s sharper than the rest and she outworks them all.” Pira slowed, glancing at me with a note of pride. “She took the seat young and half the old families expected her to fold inside a season. She didn’t. Turned Rompelt into the beating heart of every trade road between the snowy mountains, down to the water, and across to Sensluttia, and she’s not done yet. You two will get along fine. You’re both in the business of building things. Just don’t waste her time. It’s the one thing she can’t stand.”
She pushed open the door. Inside, the guild hall was cool and quiet after the bustle of the street, clerks moving between desks with quills and scrolls. Pira strode past them all without slowing, up a staircase, down a hall, to a door at the end. She knocked twice and pushed it open without waiting.
“Vondra. Got someone you need to meet.”
The office beyond was bright, tall windows letting in the morning light, the walls lined with maps, trade routes marked in careful ink, stacks of ledgers squared. Behind a broad desk sat a goblin woman who couldn’t have been much older than Kira, but with goblins it was hard to tell, since Sinthia looked so young but was over forty.
She was small, even for a goblin, her green skin smooth and clear, her dark hair pulled back into a tight braid that left a few loose strands framing a face that was, as Pira had warned, undeniably pretty, sharp cheekbones, a small pointed chin, and large amber eyes that lifted from the ledger she was reading to fix on me with immediate assessment. She wore a fitted dark vest over a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled to the elbow, but unbuttoned enough to show the soft curve of her breasts and the faintest hint of cleavage.
“Pira,” she said, her voice monotone. “I have the harbor contracts to finish before noon.”
“And you’ll finish them,” Pira said calmly, dropping into a chair across the desk and gesturing for me to take the other. “But you’re going to want to hear this one first. Vondra, this is the human. The one Neyla dragged through here months ago.” She leaned forward, her grin widening. “He’s back. And he’s about to have a kingdom.”
Those amber eyes hadn’t left me. Measuring me the way I imagined she took the measure of a shipment, weighing, pricing, deciding.
“A kingdom,” Vondra repeated, setting down her quill. “Where.”
“East,” I said, taking the offered seat. “Before Sensluttia, up along the river. Willowyn of the Lureleaf fauns is establishing ground there for us to start a large settlement there. We’re going to build something permanent. A home.”
“And you want Rompelt to supply it.” She didn’t phrase it as a question. She folded her hands on the desk and studied me. “You understand there’s nothing over there right now. No road worth the name, no market, no guarantee your settlement lasts a season. You’re asking me to invest in a place that doesn’t exist yet, run by a human I’ve known for the length of this conversation.”
“I’m not asking you to invest in anything yet,” I said. “I’m asking you to be the first person I talk to when it does exist. You get the route before anyone else even knows there’s a route. A whole new market opening up, and Rompelt sitting right at the mouth of it.”
Something flickered behind those amber eyes. A brightness of someone who’d just heard a number they liked. She leaned back in her chair, considering.
“Say it happens. Say your kingdom takes root and doesn’t wither. What does Rompelt get that it can’t get from a dozen other buyers?”
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