Chapter 34: Shadow’s Tricks

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Sven Falk – Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch
“Las’s cock,” I groaned, throwing Nathalie off of me. The former virgin rolled, on the ground, gasping in shock. Shadows surged around her, wiggling and writhing on the ground like angry snakes.

I stared up at the faerie standing over me, her arms folded beneath her large, soft breasts. Nipple rings glittered as her tits rose and fell. She had purple eyes that almost glowed with an intensity, her pink hair billowing about her hard face. Butterfly-like wings spread wide behind her, the same hue as her hair trimmed in the same purple of her eyes.

“You!” I growled, rolling to my feet, rising naked. The shadows rippled about my feet. “You tricked me into fucking the virgin?”

The faerie arched an eyebrow. “I think you have more important things to worry about than my game,” she said, something mischievous in her voice, a twinkle in her eyes. They flicked, liked they focused on something behind me.

Then the faerie rippled, vanished.

I threw a look behind me, saw nothing but more shadows writhing across the ground. Then I heard something. Over Nathalie’s panicked whimpers and the thrashing in the tent where my sister and Zanyia were tricked into making love, I heard the jangle of metal. That unmistakable clink of armor.

My instincts screamed at me to fetch my weapons. I left my gear by the fire, my short sword sheathed. I raced for it, the shadows billowing about my feet, rippling like inky fog. I struggled to remember everything I knew about faerie.

They hate iron.

They made illusions.

They liked to play tricks.

The faerie we hunted had found us and our best way to capture her, using a virgin as bait, was ruined. She made me think I was fucking Zanyia. Anger surged through me. How that bitch must have laughed as she perched in the trees, watching me ruin all my plans. We needed that faerie to cross over into her world and stop that bastard’s plans.

Something hissed behind me. A sword slashing through the air and—

Pain flared hot across my back, then the wound went icy cold. I stumbled, feeling the blood sheet down my back. I crashed to my knees, my hands snagging my sword hilt. I threw a look behind me, saw an arc of blood splattered across the ground.

And nothing else.

A deep voice rumbled with a cruel laugh.

I ripped my short sword from its sheath, the muscles in my back burning. I hissed agony through my teeth as I raised my weapon in a stance, my heart thudding. Heavy footsteps crunched around me, armor jingling.

Kora Falk
I shoved my head out of the tent, finally untangled from Zanyia. It had shocked me realizing I sixty-nined with the lamia sex slave instead of Nathalie. I should have realized the trickery when I plunged my tongue deep into what should have been virgin pussy covered by a hymen.

And the taste ... The same flavor of Zanyia’s snatch.

But I was so turned on, I hadn’t paid attention. And now something attacked us. Shadows rippled across the ground. My brother charged naked towards the campfire. I was about to call out to him when he stumbled. Blood spurted from his back. A long, slashing wound flayed open his back. Blood poured down his muscles.

He collapsed on his knees, snarling in pain.

“Sven!” I gasped as he rose, convulsion wracking me.

Then I heard laughter. I spotted the flutter of pink butterfly wings around the trees, the momentary glimpse of a pale, busty body. Anger surged through me. A faerie. Using illusions. Tricking us. But I was a Radiant of Rithi. I was trained in the art of painting. I had mastered it.

And illusions were merely painting with magic.

“Gods damn it!” Sven snarled, stumbling back, blocking an unseen blow. But clumsily. His footing stumbled; his short sword almost knocked out of his hand. “Show yourself, coward!”

A laugh rumbled, deep and cruel. And male.

I frowned. What game was the faerie playing?

I burst out of the tent, standing tall. I knew just the spell to cast. The ruby my brother gave me swung between my breasts, brushing the round slopes. I slid a finger down to my pussy, stirring it through my petals as I gathered the energy. I coated my fingers in my cream, my sexual fluids the perfect paint to use with magic.

Sven’s eyes snapped to me. I nodded to him. “I’ll reveal the truth, brother mine!”

----Sven Falk
I cast my gaze around, sword held before me. That damned laugh rumbled from nearby. I snapped my attention in the direction of the tent, spotted the warrior standing at the entrance. He stood big and burly with the swarthy look of a Shizhuthian human. He had a brutal grin, nose thick, broken. Thick, shaggy hair fell about his cruel face and around broad shoulders. He had only a single pauldron strapped over his left shoulder, bands of metal running down his left arm. He wielded a massive sword that me or another man would need two hands to wield; he gripped it in one.

A smile crossed his lips, throwing his arms wide, inviting attack.

I growled. Blood pumped down my back. I had to end this quick. Big man were slow, especially with a weapon that massive. I had to dodge in beneath his guard and run him through. I had to end this quickly before the blood loss finished me off.

I had to protect my sister, Zanyia, and Nathalie.

I sprang forward. My bare feet slapped at the ground. The warrior grinned at me. He shifted into a fighting stance, raising his sword over my head. I stared at the blade, waiting for it to snap forward and chop down at me, falling with all the force of a meteor to cleave me in half.

“What are you doing, Sven!” Kora shouted in shock, my sister scared for me.