Fairy Magic 3: War Is Cumming
Copyright© 2026 by EveryDenial
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Seraphine slurped her mouth around my thick cock, her lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue flicking across the tip, her cheeks hollowed. Her hand gripped my shaft, stroking it, squeezing it, milking it. She was on her knees in front of me, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth filled with my cock. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips stretched around my girth. She was sucking me off with a fervor, a hunger, a desire. She was slurping my cock like it was the most delicious treat in the world, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was moaning and groaning, her voice muffled by the thick cock in her mouth.
I was in a cell, sitting on the floor, my legs spread wide, my cock hard and throbbing, my balls heavy and aching. The walls were stone, the floor was cold and damp. There was a small window high up on one wall, letting in a sliver of light. The air was stale and musty, and the only sound was the wet slurping of her mouth on my cock.
She was lying between my legs, her body on the cold, stone floor, her head on my lap. She had been at it for a while, her mouth never leaving my cock, her tongue never ceasing its exploration. Her hand was stroking my shaft, her fingers wrapped around my girth, her palm massaging my balls. She was determined, her focus absolute. She wanted my cum, and she was going to get it.
I could feel my orgasm building, my cock pulsing, my balls tightening. I was getting close, my breath catching in my throat, my body trembling. I was going to cum, my cock throbbing, my balls aching. I was going to fill her mouth with my cum, my cum flooding her throat, my cum dripping down her chin.
She could feel it too, her eyes opening, her gaze locked on mine. She could see the pleasure on my face, the need in my eyes. She could feel my cock pulsing, my balls tightening, my body trembling. She knew I was close, and she was ready.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped, my voice hoarse, my body shaking.
She moaned, her lips tightening around my shaft, her tongue flicking across the tip. She was ready, her mouth open, her throat relaxed. She was ready to take my cum, to swallow it, to taste it.
I came, my cock pulsing, my cum shooting into her mouth, my cum flooding her throat. She moaned, her lips tightening around my shaft, her tongue flicking across the tip, her throat working, her muscles contracting. She was swallowing my cum, my cum flowing down her throat, my cum filling her belly.
She kept sucking, her lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue flicking across the tip, her cheeks hollowed. She was milking my cock, her hand stroking my shaft, her fingers wrapped around my girth, her palm massaging my balls. She was determined to get every last drop, to make sure I was completely drained, to make sure there was nothing left.
I slumped back, my body weak, my cock softening, my balls empty. I was spent, my body exhausted, my mind foggy. I had given her what she wanted, and she had taken it with gusto, with hunger, with desire. She had sucked me dry, and she was proud of it.
She pulled her mouth off of my cock, her lips glistening with my cum, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. She smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin, her teeth gleaming in the dim light.
“I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t want to, Human.” She said, her voice soft, her tone teasing. “I may enjoy what you do for me, but I genuinely do enjoy pleasing you. Even if the reward of your cum in my womb is what drives me, I can’t deny I get a thrill when your body reacts to me when I suck your cock. When you moan and groan, and fill my mouth with your cum, it gives me a sense of ... power. And I like it. I just wish you’d stop feeling so guilty about it.”
“But the princess...” I began, but she silenced me by wrapping her mouth around my flaccid cock, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. I gasped, my body shuddering, my cock twitching. I was still sensitive, and the sensation of her mouth on my cock was almost too much.
She pulled her mouth off of my cock with a pop, licking her lips.
“The princess is manipulating you, trying to use your guilt to control you.” She said, her voice firm, her eyes blazing. “She’s trying to pull us apart, she wants you to turn on us. I know that it’s hard for you after all the bull shit she said, but you need to trust in us. Trust in me. You are not the monster she makes you out to be, and the fact that we enjoy what you do should be proof of that. Kira loves when you fuck her so hard you break through her cervix and fill her womb with your cum. Sinthia is addicted to the way you make her cum when you fuck her, you always make sure we orgasm.”
“But...” I began, but she silenced me again by wrapping her lips around my cock, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. I gasped, my body trembling, my cock twitching.
“No buts.” She said, pulling her mouth off of my cock. “I love pleasing your cock with my mouth, and I love the way your cum tastes. Sure I may have poked here and there, but I never had a problem waiting for more tails. When we first met, back at the Inn, you had to fuck Kira and Sinthia so much. I understood that, and was patient. I was happy to please your cock with my mouth. I was happy to make your cock feel good, to make your cock cum. I never forced you to fuck me. I never demanded you give me a tail. You decided to do that on your own, and I was grateful for that. But that was my choice to wait. I chose to stay with you, to travel with you, to suck your cock, and to wait for you to decide to give me a tail.”
“I...” I began, but she silenced me again by wrapping her lips around my cock, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. I gasped, my body trembling, my cock twitching.
“I know.” She said, pulling her mouth off of my cock. “It’s just hard to believe, especially when the princess is telling you that you’re a monster, that you’re a curse. But it’s true. I chose to stay with you, to travel with you, to suck your cock, and to wait for you to decide to give me a tail. And I’m glad I did. I’m glad I waited. I’m glad I had the patience. I’m glad I had the time. I’m glad I got to know you. And I’m glad I get to keep sucking your cock, and eventually, when we leave this place, I’m sure you will give me my fifth and sixth tails when the time is right.”
“You’re not mad at me?” I asked, my voice weak, my body shivering, my heart racing. “You’re not mad at me for not giving you your tails sooner?”
“Maybe at the start I was upset, but things changed quickly, and I realized it’s a process.” She said, smiling up at me. “I’m not mad at you for not giving me my tails sooner. I’m not mad at you for anything. I waited and got to know you. You took your time and got to know me.”
“But I should have given you your tails sooner.” I said, my voice trembling, my body shaking. “I should have given you what you wanted.”
“You did give me what I wanted. Every new tail was a blessing, and having your cock in my pussy those three times was incredible.” She said, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing against my lips. “I enjoyed every moment of it. I enjoyed the feeling of your cock inside me, the feeling of your cum inside me. I loved the way you made me feel, the way you made me cum.”
“But...” I began, but she silenced me by placing her finger on my lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You are not a monster. None of us believe the bullshit that bitch said about you. You are a good man, a kind man, a generous man.” She said, her voice soft, her tone teasing. “And the fact that you feel so guilty about everything proves that. You have a big heart, and a big cock. And we all love you for it.”
I looked down.
“Everyone says that, but it really is quite average.” I muttered.
She laughed and rolled her eyes.
“For a human, maybe.” She smiled. “But not for us.”
I laughed with her, feeling the weight of guilt and shame lifting from my shoulders, feeling the warmth of her affection filling me. She was right. I wasn’t a monster. I had done some things I wasn’t proud of, but I wasn’t a monster. I had done some things I regretted, but I wasn’t a monster.
“Thank you.” I whispered, taking her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. “Thank you.”
She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling, her lips curved in a playful grin.
“You’re welcome.” She whispered, leaning in and kissing me gently on the cheek. “And I mean it. I’m not mad at you for anything. I love you. And I’m going to keep loving you.”
“I love you too.” I whispered, pulling her into my arms, pressing her body against mine, feeling her warmth, her love. “I love you too.”
“Should we go back to the others?” Seraphine said, looking over her shoulder at Kira, Sinthia, and Ella on the other side of the cell. “It is funny how I don’t find it weird to have an audience watching me suck your cock anymore.”
“You are not the same Kitsune who first joined me at the Inn.” I smiled, looking at her naked body, her slender curves, her four fluffy tails. “The old Seraphine would have been mortified at the thought of someone watching her perform sexual acts.”
“Well the old Seraphine is gone.” Seraphine said, smiling up at me. “The princess said you changed us for the worse, but I disagree. The new Seraphine is here, and she’s a lot happier, more open and a lot more confident.”
“I like the new Seraphine.” I said, my hand caressing her cheek, my thumb brushing against her lips.
She smiled and kissed my thumb.
“I like her too.” She whispered, her lips brushing against my thumb. “And I’d actually kiss you, but it sound like you have a little thing going on with Neyla and Hazel, and I don’t want to make that complicated by giving you a kiss when I shouldn’t.”
“Nonsense.” I said, pulling her close and pressing my lips to hers. “I’d kiss you anytime.”
She giggled and kissed me back, her lips soft and warm, her tongue flicking against my lips. We kissed passionately for a moment before she pulled away, her eyes shining, her lips curved in a playful grin. Her hand reached down to cup my balls, her fingers gently massaging them.
“Listen, I’m not looking for anything serious.” She said, her voice playful. “But I do like kissing you. And I like sucking your cock. And I like being around you. So if you want to keep kissing me, I’d like that. Just no expectations.”
“Sounds fair to me.” I said, smiling down at her. “And I like kissing you too.”
We kissed again, this time with more passion, more fire. Our tongues tangled, our bodies pressed together, her hand continuing to play with my balls, her fingers massaging them, her thumb brushing against my shaft. We kissed for a long moment, our lips locked, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing.
We pulled apart, breathless, panting. She grinned up at me, her eyes sparkling, her lips wet with our kiss.
“Come on.” She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. “Let’s go see what the others are up to. They’re probably bored as hell, waiting for us to finish.”
“Okay, and Sera?” I said.
“Yes?” She asked, looking up at me, her eyes bright.
“I do have a ... thing going on with Neyla and Hazel, and it’s okay if I kiss you, but I don’t think we should tell them. Not yet. Not until we’re sure. And maybe not even then.” I said, my voice gentle.
She nodded, understanding my meaning.
“Agreed.” She said. “This is just a bit of fun between friends.”
I smiled and hugged her tight, feeling her warmth, her love. We walked back to the others, hand in hand, her four fluffy tails swishing behind her. We found the others sitting in a circle, playing a game with rocks.
Kira looked up, her eyes bright, a wide smile on her face. She was still naked, her small breasts perky and tight, her nipples hard in the chilly air. Her pussy was visible, the slit wet and glistening. Sinthia was sitting next to her, her green skin glowing in the dim light, her eyes shining. Ella was sitting across from them, her wings folded behind her, her tail wrapped around her waist.
I had spoken to each of them, each of them telling me the princess was wrong, that they didn’t blame me, that they chose to stay with me, that they loved me. They understood the princess’s words were a cruel manipulation, designed to break me, to turn me against them. They saw the truth, the love that bound us together, the bond that would not be broken.
Kira rode my cock again while we chatted. Sinthia and I sat next to each other as we spoke, and Ella cuddled up to me and apologized more about her clan’s role in everything, we sat in silence for most of it. The day wore on, the light from the small window slowly fading, the cell growing darker, the air growing colder. We huddled together for warmth, our bodies pressed against each other, our breath mingling in the chill.
Night had fully settled over the cell. The torch in the corridor outside had burned low, casting barely enough light to see the outlines of the girls around me. Kira was curled into my left side, her breathing slow and steady, her red hair spread across my chest. Sinthia was pressed against my right, her small green body radiating warmth despite the cold stone beneath us. Seraphine had settled behind Kira, her tails draped over both of them like a blanket, and Ella sat against the far wall with her massive wings wrapped around herself like a cocoon, her white hair catching what little light remained.
I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing. The princess’s words still echoed, mixing with Seraphine’s reassurance, with Kira’s trust, with Sinthia’s steady loyalty, with Ella’s quiet hope. But none of that changed the fact that we were locked in a magic-dampening cell beneath a city ruled by someone who wanted me dead. And somewhere in this place, Syli, Kaya, Neyla, and Hazel were being held too. I didn’t know where. I didn’t know if they were okay. I didn’t even know if the princess had done to them what she’d done to Ella, and that thought made my stomach turn.
I was about to close my eyes when I heard it. A sound so faint I almost missed it beneath the distant drip of water and the soft breathing of the girls. A scratching. Then a tap, tap, tap, against the small barred window high on the cell wall.
“Human,” A whisper floated down from the window, barely louder than the wind.
I carefully extracted myself from Kira and Sinthia, both of them stirring slightly but not waking. I stood up, my bare feet cold against the damp stone, and moved beneath the window. It was small, no wider than my shoulders, set high in the wall where it met the ceiling. Iron bars crossed it in a tight grid. Beyond them, I could see the faintest sliver of moonlight and a shadow pressed against the opening.
“Human,” The whisper came again. “Are you in there?”
My heart nearly stopped. I knew that voice.
“Willowyn?” I whispered back, stepping closer.
A pair of bright blue eyes appeared in the gap, catching the moonlight. Brown hair fell around her face, and I could just make out the shape of her short horns silhouetted against the night sky. She was lying flat on her stomach, her face pressed to the bars, peering down into the cell.
“You’re alive.” She breathed, and even in a whisper I could hear the relief crack through her voice. “Thank the gods, you’re alive.”
“Willowyn, how the hell did you find us?” I asked, keeping my voice as low as I could. “How are you even here?”
“It’s a very long story,” She whispered. “But the short version is that I tracked the other girls. After the elves took the others from the lake and left me behind, I went home. I told Rylan everything that happened, about the fairy, the elves, about Sensluttia. He gathered a group of our best and we came south.”
“Rylan is here?”
“He’s on the wall above me with six of our hunters. We’ve been scouting the city for two days, trying to figure out where they were keeping you. The elves are beautiful but arrogant, they don’t expect anyone to come looking for prisoners in their perfect city.” I could hear the hint of a smile in her voice. “Their patrols have gaps. Big ones.”
“I can’t believe you came all this way.” I said, pressing my hand against the cold stone beneath the window.
“Of course I came.” She said. “You gave me the courage to leave home and see the world. You believed in me when no one else did. I wasn’t going to let the elves take my friends and do nothing about it.”
Seraphine stirred behind me, her ears twitching. She sat up, her pink eyes adjusting to the darkness, and she tilted her head, listening.
“Who are you talking to?” Seraphine whispered.
“Seraphine, come here.” I waved her over.
She padded across the cell, silent on bare feet, her tails swishing. When she looked up at the window and saw the blue eyes peering through, her own went wide.
“Is that...?”
“Hi, Seraphine.” Willowyn whispered. “It’s good to see you again. Even if it’s through bars.”
“Willowyn?” Kira’s sleepy voice came from behind us. The little mermaid sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Did someone say Willowyn?”
“Keep it down, little fish.” Sinthia hissed, already awake and alert, her orange eyes scanning the corridor beyond the cell door.
“Everyone come here, but quietly.” I said.
The four of them gathered beneath the window, looking up. Ella hung back slightly, unsure, but curious. Kira was bouncing on her toes, barely able to contain herself.
“Hi Kira.” Willowyn whispered down. “Hi Sinthia.”
“You beautiful faun,” Sinthia smiled. “How did you get here?”
“Rylan and I brought a small group of faun hunters from Lureleaf.” Willowyn explained. “Six of our best, including my brother. We can get you out. Rylan found a weakness in the stone foundation on the east side of the building. The bars on your window are old iron, not enchanted like the cell door. With the right leverage and a few of our tools, we can pry them loose and pull you through.”
“All of us?” Seraphine asked, glancing at Ella’s massive wings.
“It will be tight,” Willowyn admitted. “But we’ve done harder things. Faun are good with tight spaces.”
My chest was pounding. Freedom was right there, just beyond those bars. But I couldn’t leave, not yet, not without the others.
“Willowyn, listen.” I said. “I have four more friends being held somewhere in this place. A wolf girl, a cat girl, another goblin girl, and a raccoon girl. They were with me when I arrived and the princess separated us. I can’t leave without them.”
“More girls?” Willowyn asked. “Wow, you’ve been busy.”
“It’s ... complicated.” I rubbed the back of my neck.
“Isn’t it always with you.” She giggled softly. “Well, you’re in luck. While we were scouting the building, I looked through every window I could find trying to figure out which cell you were in. Two corridors over from you, I saw them. A wolf girl pacing on all fours, a girl with dark skin and a golden tail curled up in the corner, a green skinned girl with a ponytail sitting against the wall, and a girl with brown fur and a big striped tail sleeping on the floor.”
“That’s them.” I exhaled. “They’re alive.”
“They looked okay. Frustrated, but okay. The wolf girl was scratching at the walls like she was trying to claw her way out, and the cat was watching her like she was judging her technique.”
“That sounds about right.” I laughed quietly.
“Their window is smaller than yours, though it shouldn’t be a problem since they are all quite slim and without wings. I think if we ... What was that, Ry?” Willowyn asked, looking behind her for a moment before looking back into the cell. “Okay, Rylan has been listening and is already working on a plan. He thinks if we hit both cells at the same time, we can get everyone out between the patrol routes.”
How long do we have?”
“Their patrol passes every two hours, and one just passed by, so we need to move quickly.”
Willowyn’s face disappeared from the bars. I could hear the faint sound of hooves on stone, then hushed voices above us, too quiet to make out the words. A minute passed, then the soft clinking of metal tools being wedged into place.
“Stand back,” Willowyn whispered from above.
I ushered the girls to the far wall. Kira grabbed my arm, her small body trembling with excitement. Sinthia stood with her arms crossed, watching the window with sharp focus. Seraphine’s tails were flicking rapidly, and Ella had her wings pressed tight to her body, her blue eyes wide.
A low groan of metal echoed through the cell as the first bar bent inward. Then another, and another. I could hear the strained grunting of faun working in unison, the creak of iron giving way under force it was never designed to resist. With a final wrenching pop, the entire grid of bars came free, pulled upward and out of the frame. Moonlight flooded in and the cool night air rushed over our naked bodies like a wave of freedom.
Willowyn’s face reappeared in the now open window, her blue eyes bright and her smile wide.
“Time to go.” She said, reaching her hand down.
“Kira first,” I said, and lifted the little mermaid up by her waist. She was so light it was almost effortless. Her small hands gripped the ledge, and Willowyn grabbed her wrists, pulling her up and through the opening. Her pale legs kicked for a moment before she disappeared into the night.
“Sinthia, you’re next.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” The goblin jumped up and grabbed the ledge with her own strength, her ogre muscles making quick work of the climb. I gave her ass a boost, and she scrambled through, her blonde hair vanishing after her.
“Sera.”
Seraphine leapt up with a grace that reminded me she was once an elite soldier. She flew through the window, her four tails streaming behind her. I heard a soft giggle from Willowyn on the other side.
“Your tails are so pretty.” Willowyn whispered.
“I know,” Seraphine replied and was gone.
That left Ella.
She was standing beneath the window, staring up at the opening, her arms hugging her body. Her massive wings were pulled as tight as she could manage, but they still jutted out past her shoulders on both sides. The window was barely wide enough for my shoulders. For her, with the wings, it looked impossible.
“I can’t fit.” She whispered, her voice breaking.
“Yes you can.” I said, stepping behind her and placing my hands on her shoulders. “We’ll fold them flat against your back and I’ll push you through. You just need to keep them tucked.”
“It’s going to hurt.” She said, looking back at me.
“I know. But it’s going to hurt a lot less than staying in this cell.”
She took a breath and nodded. I lifted her up to the window, her petite body light despite the size of her wings. She got her arms through first, and I could see Willowyn and another set of hands, larger and stronger, gripping her wrists from above.
“Pull when I say.” I called up.
I pressed my palms flat against the base of her wings and pushed them together, folding them as tight as they would go. Ella whimpered, her body tensing, but she didn’t cry out. The wings compressed against her back, the purple-black feathers scraping against the stone edges of the window frame.
“Now. Pull.” I said, and shoved her upward.
She screamed as the stone scraped against her wings. For a terrible second she was stuck, her hips through but her wings catching on the frame. I pushed harder, feeling the edges of her feathers bending, and from above two sets of hands pulled with everything they had.
With a final grunt from everyone involved, Ella popped through the window like a cork from a bottle. I heard her gasp on the other side, followed by the rustle of her wings unfurling, and a quiet sob of relief.
“She’s through.” Willowyn whispered down. “Your turn, Human.”
I jumped, caught the ledge, and pulled myself up. The stone was rough against my bare chest and stomach as I squeezed through the gap. Hands grabbed my arms on the other side and hauled me out into the open air.
The first thing I felt was the wind. Cool and soft and smelling of flowers and earth instead of mold and stone. I was lying on my back in damp grass, staring up at a sky full of stars. The gardens of Sensluttia spread around us, rows of white flowering bushes and sculpted hedges bathed in silver moonlight. The prison building rose behind us, a stone structure attached to the base of the palace, its walls covered in creeping ivy.
I sat up and saw Rylan, the faun was exactly as I remembered him. Tall and muscular, his brown hair shaggy, his blue eyes sharp and alert. His bare chest was scarred from years of hunting, and his leather shorts sat low on his waist. A sword hung at his side, and a quiver of arrows was strapped across his back. Behind him stood six faun hunters, all male, all armed with bows and dressed in dark leather that blended with the shadows. Their hooves were wrapped in cloth to muffle the sound against the stone paths.
Rylan looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my naked body for a moment before he shook his head.
“You look like shit, Human.” He said quietly, but there was a grin on his face.
“I feel like shit.” I admitted, getting to my feet. “Rylan, thank you. I don’t know how to repay you.”
“You took care of my sister when I couldn’t show her that side of myself.” He said, clasping my forearm in a firm grip. “That’s payment enough. Besides,” He glanced over at Willowyn, who was helping Ella smooth her ruffled wings. “She would have come with or without me. I just figured she’d have a better chance of surviving with her big brother along.”
“I would have been fine.” Willowyn muttered, but she was smiling.
“We need to move.” Rylan said, releasing my arm and turning toward the garden path. “The other cell is this way. Stay low, stay quiet, and for the love of the forest, stay behind me.”
Rylan led the way through the gardens with a hunter’s precision, his wrapped hooves silent on the white stone paths. The rest of us followed in a line, hunched low behind the hedgerows. Kira was clinging to my back, her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist. She was too short to keep up at the pace Rylan set, and I wasn’t about to leave her behind.
“This is fun.” She whispered into my ear.
“Shh.” I hushed her, but I couldn’t help smiling.
We rounded the corner of the prison building, and Rylan held up a fist, signaling us to stop. He crouched beside a low window set into the stone, barely two feet off the ground. It was smaller than ours had been, but the bars looked identical, old iron, no enchantment.
“This is it.” Willowyn said, dropping to her knees beside the window and pressing her face to the bars. “Hey,” She whispered into the cell. “Wake up. We’re getting you out.”
I knelt beside her and peered through the bars.
The cell was dimmer than ours had been, the torch in their corridor already extinguished. But in the faint moonlight that crept through the window, I could see them.
Syli was on her feet in an instant, her crimson eye blazing in the dark, her blue tail raised high. She had been pacing, her claws leaving faint grooves in the stone floor. Her body was tense, coiled, every muscle ready to fight. The moment she saw my face through the bars, her entire posture changed. Her tail started wagging, her ears perked, and she dropped to all fours, bounding toward the window.
“Human!” She gasped, pressing her face to the bars from the inside, her nose nearly touching mine through the gap. “You’re alive. You’re here. How are you here?”
“Long story. We’re breaking you out.” I said.
“About fucking time.” Kaya’s voice came from the darkness, and I saw the cat girl rise from the corner, her golden eyes catching the moonlight like two coins. Her yellow hair was messy, and her tail was lashing. She sauntered toward the window with the stride of a predator who’d been caged far too long. “I was starting to think I’d have to dig my way out with my claws.”
“I was going to dig us out with my claws.” Syli growled, glancing at the scratches she’d left on the walls.
“You were making a mess, not an escape route.” Kaya smirked.
“Hi.” I said, cutting them both off before the argument could escalate. “Miss me?”
“Terribly.” Kaya purred, pressing her dark fingers through the bars to touch my cheek. “But I’ll save the details for when I’m not behind iron.”
“Neyla, Hazel, wake up.” Syli called back into the cell.