Introduction

The realm of Alaria is changing.

Ages ago the gods fought a battle that nearly destroyed Alaria. The losers of that war were the gods and goddesses who had given themselves over to a power known simply as The Corruption. Although not evil, the perverse power is antagonistic and tries to corrupt all its tendrils can touch, even the gods themselves.

The corrupted gods lost their war and the powers that stood against The Corruption were victorious. They believed they had removed all traces of The Corruption from the realm of Alaria. They were wrong.

As killing a god is not a simple thing most of the corrupted gods were banished or imprisoned in a way that the uncorrupted gods thought equivalent to death. In many cases they were right, but not enough to keep The Corruption from eventually seeping back into Alaria.

Now, so many ages after the initial war against The Corruption that most gods have no memory of it ever happening, a new war has begun. Some of the corrupted gods that survived have escaped their ancient prisons. They work to free others while moving to corrupt new gods. Everywhere across Alaria The Corruption spreads its power, yet most in Alaria remain blissfully unaware of its existence.

However, some ARE aware and work to stop the spread of The Corruption. Mortals and deities who see the threat The Corruption poses, or simply those who oppose its perverse influence, have begun to band together.

It is through the Sisterhood of Righteousness that these powers muster their largest strength. It is an all-female order dedicated to stopping the spread of The Corruption’s influence, although not all within its ranks understand this. Since the very knowledge of The Corruption’s existence can sicken the minds and souls of mortals and gods alike many within the order, and most without it, think it is only a group dedicated to fighting evil and sexual perversion and do not know its true purpose.

The Sisterhood of Righteousness has spread across Alaria, founding outposts everywhere their order reaches. Some are small halls in cities while others are imposing keeps, a place for the military might of the righteous to gather their forces. Wherever there is evil and perversion the Sisterhood will do its best to send its agents and it is often from these keeps that they ride out.

They wish to stop the spread of The Corruption and in standing opposed to the force they make themselves glowing targets for its powerful hunger. The Corruption knows that no matter how strong a group of Sisterhood members are they can be defiled and defeated. It is a game that The Corruption and its servants deeply enjoy.

Almerry Keep and the members of The Sisterhood of Righteousness that reside there have become The Corruption’s newest target. Their fate was a doomed one as soon as the power’s focus fell on them, they just don’t know it. One by one the Sisterhood members will be picked off, ruined, and made into secret servants of The Corruption. Or, if that is not possible, dealt with in a way that removes them from the chessboard that is the game The Corruption is playing with them.

The Corruption WILL be triumphant. Almerry Keep WILL fall as will each member of the Sisterhood of Righteousness that calls it home. The next member of the Sisterhood to fall will be Amoera Crimsonsign, a young Blood Elve girl whose fate is greater than any suspect…

Amoera’s Corruption

“What was that one’s name?” Amaleen Eldenbrow asked. She was leaning over the solid railing of the platform she stood on while looking down at the courtyard where a group of young Sisterhood of Righteousness initiates were busy training.

“Which one, Commander Eldenbrow?” the tiny, strange woman standing beside the tall, curvaceous Silver Elve asked.

“The Elven woman with the red skin. And call me Amaleen when the junior members aren’t around. I’ll need the friendship of the senior staff here at Almerry Keep as much as your skills and experience if this outpost is to continue to be an effective arm of the Sisterhood of Righteousness’ might.”

“Her name’s Amoera Crimsonsign, Comm- I mean, Amaleen.”

“There, was that so hard?” Amaleen asked, smiling down at the smaller woman. The smile died as she looked down at the other woman, noticing she wasn’t tall enough to see over the solid railing. “Wait… can you see who I’m pointing at? Should I go get… I don’t know, a box for you to stand on?”

“Of course I can see,” the little woman replied, smiling serenely while staring ahead as if she could see through the railing. “My eyes may be white and useless but the countless possible futures I see every night in my dreams allow me to ‘see’ in the present.”

“No, Riowondail, I think you perhaps misunderstand me,” Amaleen said calmly. “I understand your second sight allows you to ‘see’. I meant can you see over the railing.”

“Oh,” Riowondail said, shrugging. “I mean, if my eyes worked I’d NOT be tall enough to see over the railing, but my second sight shows me the world around me in a way it would be hard for you to understand. I see in all directions at once, but I can ‘focus’ my sight in specific directions or on specific people.”

“Ah,” Amaleen said with a curt nod, trying not to reveal how unsettling she found Riowondail’s second sight. “Did the last commander have difficulty adjusting to your… uh…”

“Peculiarities?” Riowondail suggested, looking up but not quite directly at Amaleen. “Yes. Everyone does. My second sight takes getting used to, but for most it’s more about how I look. How my body can’t fit into any of the mental boxes they’ve established to understand the world. Small like a Smidgen but thin like the thinnest Elves, looking both very young and very old thanks to the mix of the different species in my bloodline.”

“You do have a unique racial heritage. I’ve never seen anyone like you.”

“No one has,” Riowondail replied. “I’m the result of generations of intentional ‘breeding’ of the Sisterhood’s most powerful seers, regardless of their race. But you were asking about Amoera.”

“Ah, yes,” Amaleen said, looking away from the small, strange woman beside her. “I’d thought she was a Night Elve the first time I caught a glimpse of her, she’s got the right body type for it. And those ears! Longer than mine.”

“I suppose you’re asking because of her skin tone,” Riowondail said.

“Red,” Amaleen said, her tone blunt and disproving. “Not orange. Not copper. Red. Oh, it’s a very light shade of red, easily mistaken for what it is unless the lighting is right. But it’s red. And the way her eyes glow? Not a trick of the light as it first seems, but something that ebbs and flows with her mood.”

“You’re asking if she’s a Blood Elve.”

“Yes,” Amaleen said, then changed her mind. “No. I’m stating she’s a Blood Elve. I’m asking why. Why is she here?”

“The same reason the rest of us are,” Riowondail replied, her tone making it clear she knew this was not the answer her freshly appointed commander wanted. “To help make the world of Alaria a better place. To fight evil and perversion. To stop the spread of The Corruption.”

“But she’s a Blood Elve,” Amaleen replied. “A race of Elves given over to The Corruption, changed by it so deeply they become a different race. Changed so deeply that even their children will be born tainted with its touch, members of the same race no matter the race of the other parent. Destined to be controlled by The Corruption if not outright born its servant.”

“Not destined,” Riowondail said, polite defiance in her voice. “Whichever Elven ancestor that young woman had down there that was first turned into a Blood Elve, that person surely had given themselves so deeply to The Corruption it tainted their entire bloodline. But it was NOT that girl that did it, she was born into it. Her blood indeed carries with it intense weakness and susceptibility to The Corruption’s influence, but it is not a foregone conclusion she will fall under its sway.

“Amoera is a good person. She has been a good person all of her short life. She has always known what being a Blood Elve means and has always been determined not to fall into darkness. She trains with those other young recruits having done more than any of them to prove herself worthy of being a member of our Sisterhood.”

Riowondail’s initial defense of the girl faltered as she continued speaking. “But I understand your concerns. I even share them more than most. Her future is clouded and unclear… But before I shared my reservations about Amoera I thought it important you understand she’s earned her place here, earned it more than SOME of those girls down there.”

“I’m not happy about the Dhuarcain girl’s presence either,” Amaleen muttered. “I may not have accepted this posting had I known of her presence and the responsibilities that come along with it. But this Amoera, we keep a close eye on her?”

“Yes,” Riowondail replied. “All of the senior staff do, although perhaps not as subtly as we should. And I am perhaps a bit ashamed to say not as kindly as we could, either. She knows what we think of her and although she normally hides it well our distrust pains her greatly.”

“There is danger in that,” Amaleen said, gripping the railing. “We should strive not to cause the very thing we fear will come about.” She was silent for a moment. “I understand the shame you mentioned, I feel a bit of it myself. We should be nurturing and supporting that girl. Shame on me for reacting the way I did to her presence.” She paused again, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The senior staff will be told to take a lighter hand with her, to give her more space to… to be whoever she is destined to be. She is very young, still more a girl than a woman in a lot of ways. We should let her have whatever joys her youth has to offer her and not rob her of that.”

Riowondail looked up again at Amaleen, her second sight focusing on the woman. For a short time it looked as though her white, pupilless eyes could actually see her. “And I was wondering why a Silver Elve so young and inexperienced as you was sent to be our new commander. I’m sorry Amaleen that I’d not truly seen you till this moment.”

Amaleen smiled. “Don’t be too impressed yet. There’s plenty of work to be done before I’ve proven myself worthy of this posting, starting with locating Naleath Evenbloom. The Ranger has been out ranging far too long. Something may have happened to her, and if it has we’ll need to discover what.”

* * *

“Nice one, Amoera!” a cute but tough-looking blond-haired faun said as she watched the Blood Elve shift her stance then thrust her glaive into the training dummy. “Clear through onto the other side!”

“Thanks, Peare.” Amoera pulled the polearm free of the straw man and tossed it into the air, doing a cartwheel under it before catching the weapon as she landed on her feet. “I’ve gotten pretty good with this thing.”

“Gotten pretty good at showing off with it,” a short Human girl with a stocky build said, holding her hands out as if gripping an invisible glaive. “But the best bladeswoman is nothing compared to a battlemage.”

A glaive made of ethereal pink magic appeared in her hand and she thrust it towards the straw man. A cloud of shimmering pink bubbles exploded from the tip then flew towards the training dummy, turning into a beam of rainbow-colored magic as they popped. It dissipated after blowing through the dummy, leaving behind a sparkling mist of glitter and ash floating to the ground where the straw man had been.

“Now who’s showing off, Gwynaetha?” a slender, pretty, green-skinned Orc girl asked. “And because you were showing off, AGAIN, we need a new training dummy.”

“So make us one, Resi,” Gwynaetha said, sticking her tongue out at the Orc.

“Fine,” Resi replied, turning and lifting her staff into the air.

The staff looked like it was made of interwoven vines that had hardened and turned into wood. As the Orc held the staff up the inside of it began to glow with green energy, pink flowers sprouting into existence up and down its length. Roots began to push up from the dirt where the previous straw man had been, rising and twisting together till they took the shape of a man holding a sword and shield.

“There,” she said, the light in her staff dimming and the flowers that had grown on it wilting and falling away.

“I’ll never not think that’s cool,” a slender, tall, and heavily armored Human girl said, her voice muffled by her helmet. She’d been practicing swinging a blade so long it required both of her hands to wield. She returned it to a nearby weapon rack and turned to her friends, taking her helmet off so they could hear her better. As she did long orange-red hair fell free, cascading down her back. “I wish fighting with a sword as big as the one they make me use was as easy as being a Druid looked. And YOU don’t have to wear all this damn heavy armor.”

“Come, now, Dunla, magic is not as easy as it looks,” a plump, purple-skinned Night Elve said. “But it IS pretty,” she added, holding her hands up and tracing arcane symbols in the air.

Pink and purple wisps of glowing magical energy began to swirl around her. Small, plump, transparent unicorns made of glowing white light appeared amongst the swirling energy, two of the fat unicorns landing in the girl’s hands when she held her palms up for them. She leaned in to kiss one then winced, dropping the unicorn and yelping in pain as she pulled back.

“Ouch,” she said, rubbing her nose as the swirling mist and summoned creature faded from existence. “I always forget how sharp the little cuties are,” she said, making the other girls in the training yard giggle. She blushed, her purple cheeks turning pink, and laughed prettily at herself as she gave an embarrassed bow.

“At least you can summon them well enough that they CAN be sharp now, Teldy,” Amoera said as she walked up to the Night Elve. “That’s a big improvement from the last time I saw you try.”

“Thanks,” Teldy replied, reaching up to rub her nose then gasping when she saw blood on her finger. “Oh no! Emiko? Can I get a heal?”

“Of course,” a pink-haired Kittaran girl replied. She ran up to Teldy and held up a heavy staff of healing that looked comically large in the dainty feline girl’s hands. She closed her eyes, her pink cat’s ears twitching and her tail lashing behind her as she cast a healing spell.

Teldy’s eyes crossed as white and pink sparkles danced around her nose, the wound gone as the sparkles faded from sight. “Thanks!”

“The new commander’s watching us,” Peare said suddenly, joining the other girls who had all gathered close together as they talked.

“I wonder why,” Dunla asked.

“Do you?” Peare replied, crossing her arms. “Why are they ALWAYS watching us when we train?” She glared at Dunla till the much taller girl blushed and looked at her feet. Shaking her head in annoyance, Peare said, “Can’t have the precious youngest member of the revered Dhuarcain bloodline getting hurt, now can we?”

“Don’t be shitty, Peare,” Gwynaetha snarled. “It’s not her fault they—”

“Baby me?” Dunla said, her voice meek as she continued to stare at her feet.

“It’s not your fault,” Teldy said, the short plump girl standing on her toes to put a reassuring hand on the armored Human girl’s shoulder.

“She’s not looking at her,” Amoera said, her voice strained. “She’s looking at ME. And I think Riowondail is up there with her.”

“Bloody hell,” Peare blurted. She glared at their new commander, her arms still crossed in disapproval. “None of them trust you.”

“Because I’m a Blood Elve,” Amoera said without emotion.

“Well fuck them,” Peare replied, dropping her arms. “WE trust you. Hell, we even LIKE you.”

“I think you said that backward, Peare,” Emiko, the Kittaran healer said.

“You know what I meant,” Peare replied, kicking the dirt.

“We more than like you,” Resi, the Orc Druid said, putting a hand on the Blood Elve’s shoulder.

“You’re our friend,” someone else said, placing a hand on her other shoulder.

“Our companion.”

“Someone we’d trust with our lives.”

“Someone we’d give our lives to protect you.”

By the end the girls all stood around Amoera, each resting a hand reassuringly and protectively on her.

“Thank you,” Amoera whispered, smiling as she struggled to hold back tears of joy. “You’re amazing, all of you. I’d do anything to protect you the way you’d protect me.”

* * *

“I’m coming,” Amoera screamed, seeing herself run towards the opening of a dark cave. She was wearing the armor of the Sisterhood, armed with the kind of glaive she knew only fully trained soldiers were given.

A dream. Not me. Watching a dream.

The Dream Amoera stopped just as she reached the cave. She looked nervous. Afraid.

Don’t go in there. Turn around. Run.

“No,” Dream Amoera barked at Real Amoera, narrowing her eyes in determination as she stared into the blackness of the cave opening. “They said they’d give their lives for me. I HAVE to save them, no matter what it costs me. And I know when you get here you’ll make the same decision I am.”

Real Amoera watched the dream her charge into the cave, not wanting to follow her. But the dreamscape pulled Real Amoera along after Dream Amoera, forcing her to see how the dream would play out.

“I’m coming to save you, please, just still be alive!” Dream Amoera yelled into the cave.

The dark cave opened as she ran, shifting and becoming a dungeon. Green snaking vines pushed up from between the bricks of the stone floor and when Dream Amoera looked up the ceiling of the dungeon crumbled, falling up into the sky and disappearing to reveal the canopy of thick, overgrown forest.

“Where are they?” Dream Amoera asked.

Stop. Turn around.

“I CAN’T. They would save ME if I was in trouble.”

Dream Amoera charged deeper into the dungeon, turning down twisting corridors that grew ever more overgrown with vines pushing their way through the floors and walls.

“There,” Dream Amoera yelled, pointing. “Through that door!”

Don’t open it. Turn back.

“I HAVE to open it. I can’t turn back. I have to at least see what’s happened to them.”

The door opened.

There they were. Peare, Resi, Gwynaetha, Teldy, Emiko, and Dunla. All her friends. They were there, each bound or tied up in some way, a couple chained to the ground on all fours.

No.

“No!”

They were all pregnant, their bellies huge.

“Join us, Amoera,” one of them said. She was grinning, smiling like she was high on Charillian Vapors. “Join us and find out how good it feels.”

“You’ll love serving them,” another of her friends said, the same disturbing grin on her face. “It’s what we were made for.”

Dream Amoera turned, seeming to look at the real her watching the dream that had turned into a nightmare. “You can prevent this. You can stop it from happening to them.”

Shadowed, hunched figures began to emerge. Real Amoera couldn’t make out what they were, couldn’t see them clearly, but she could SMELL them.

I’ll do it. I’ll prevent this from happening, I’ll save them all. I’d do anything to protect each and every one of them.

Amoera gasped, sitting up so fast she almost fell out of her bed. Her heart was pounding. Her sheets were soaked with sweat.

“Not just a dream,” she gasped, her chest heaving. “Prophetic. I have to save them. I have to save them all.”

* * *

Almerry Keep’s dining hall was busy, many of the women stationed there enjoying their evening meal. The hall was filled with the sound of laughter and happy conversations ringing over the sounds of eating. But not everyone present was happy. An odd funk had started to fall over the long table where the younger initiates came to sit together after being served their meal.

Teldy, the plump, purple-skinned Night Elve girl, was often the most socially oblivious of their group. She’d yet to pick up on the larger mood slowly infecting her friends but had noticed the twitching ears of the Faun girl sitting next to her. Even she knew it was a sign of agitation, and although she didn’t understand the significance of Peare’s deer-like ears standing more rigidly than they normally did Teldy saw it meant something.

“What’s wrong, Peare?” she asked the Faun sitting beside her. “Don’t you like the soup the cooks made today?”

Peare pushed her bowl of soup away from herself then crossed her arms and leaned back, sulking for a moment as she glared at it in disapproval. “Of course I don’t like it, you chubby little twit. It has MEAT in it.”

“It does?” Teldy asked, moving her spoon around in her bowl and lifting a chunk of vegetable out. She leaned in and narrowed her eyes while investigating it. “If there’s meat in here I didn’t get any.” She poured the soup back into the bowl and looked at Peare. “Don’t you like meat?”

“No,” Peare said, still sulking. “Fauns don’t eat meat. You’d remember that if you weren’t so thick-headed.”

“You’re being mean again,” Teldy whispered. “Why are you always so mean to everyone?”

Peare didn’t answer at first. She glared at the table, arms still crossed. “I’m not upset about the soup,” she finally said. “It’s Amoera.”

“Amoera? What about her?”

“Somethings going on with her, although I don’t expect someone as dumb as you to notice.”

“Now you’re not just being mean you’re being shitty…”

Peare rolled her eyes. “They all got you saying that now, too? Whatever. Maybe I am being ‘shitty’ but something’s up with Amoera. She’s been weird all day and she DOESN’T want to talk about it.”

“Did I hear someone say Peare’s being shitty again?” Gwynaetha said, having heard the phrase and scooted down the table to talk to her and Teldy. The stocky human girl sat across from Peare, grinning at her. “That’s our Peare, shitty moody tough Faun. Always ready to buck and throw out them thick-thighed legs to show the world how she’s a big tough elk, not some dainty doe.”

Peare kept her arms crossed and glared at Gwynaetha. “At least I’m not a bottom-heavy Human who thinks she can cover up how unfeminine she is by glamouring pink tips into her hair and making all her magic look like pink bubble gum.”

“Both of you stop it,” Teldy said, pouting at them. “We never fight like this. Why is EVERYONE being so grumpy and mean today?”

Peare nodded to Amoera, sitting alone and quiet at the end of the table. “Something happened last night.” One of her ears twitched. “I felt it.”

“I felt it too,” Resi the slender Orc girl said, joining the conversation as she sat down at the table. “And I had a weird dream. But I can’t remember it.”

All the girls got quiet.

Teldy was the first to speak up. “I had a weird dream too that I can’t remember.”

“Me too,” Gwynaethra added.

Peare took a deep breath in then exhaled slowly. “I had one too, but I remember it just fine. It’s the same one I have every night.”

“The Forest Witch,” Teldy whispered, putting a hand to her mouth. “Peare, come on. We’re not even supposed to talk about her.”

Gwynaetha looked uncomfortable. “You probably just have that dream all the time because she’s a Faun, too. Don’t you all have that herd connection thing?” 

“Don’t be racists,” Teldy whispered. “That’s worse than being shitty!”

“It’s not racist if it’s true, Teldy,” Gwynaetha objected. “They DO have that weird herd thing.” She turned to the Faun. “Don’t you?”

Both of Peare’s ears twitched. “Sometimes,” she said, still staring at Amoera.

“What’s everyone looking so bitchy about?” Dunla said cheerily as she and Emiko, the Kittaran girl, joined the rest of them.

“This is why I hate being late,” Emiko said. “Are you all mad at Amoera? Is that why she’s been moody and is sitting down there alone?”

They all looked at her Amoera.

“Something-,” Peare began.

“-Is going on with her,” Teldy, Gwynaetha, and Resi all said in unison.

All of them giggled, even the serious Peare.

“I think what happened in the courtyard just put her in a weird mood,” Dunla said, tearing apart a piece of bread and dipping it into her soup. “The rest of you don’t know what it’s like having everyone watching you that closely. But at least I know they watch me to keep me safe. We all know that’s NOT why they watch her.”

“They weren’t watching her today,” Peare pointed out.

Dunla shrugged her shoulders. “So? Maybe that’s what’s bugging her. She just needs space. She knows we’re here for her when she’s ready to talk.”

Amoera suddenly stood up, nearly kicking her chair over. She turned from her friends and stormed away without looking their way.

“Uh… maybe she was listening,” Teldy said.

“Then she knows we’re here for her,” Dunla replied. “Just give her space.”

“How are you always so optimistic?” Peare asked.

The awkwardly tall red-haired girl flashed an embarrassed grin and shrugged again. “I don’t know. Things just always seem to work out for the best. You’ll see. Everything is going to be just fine.”

* * *

How could they not have realized I was listening that whole time? Sometimes they make me SO mad.

Amoera knew she wasn’t mad at them, she was mad at herself. Her dream had haunted her since she’d woken from it. She felt so certain it was MORE than a dream. But she didn’t want to burden them with it, not after what they had said about her yesterday.

She’d been so deep in thought as she’d stormed out of the dining hall she hadn’t realized where she was going till she was halfway to the stairwell that led up the tower where Riowondail lived.

When she reached the bottom she put her hand on the handrail and looked up. “Am I really doing this?” She knew if anyone in the keep could interpret her dream it would be the revered seer, but Amoera also knew she was one of the senior members that distrusted her most.

I don’t have a choice. I just need to go up there and talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen?

All the young recruits were uncomfortable around the strange, small woman. For most of them it was how she looked and those blind eyes she still seemed able to see out of.

Amoera knew when they looked at Riowondail they had a hard time seeing past the chaotic mixing of so many races. She had a small, almost child-like body thanks to her Smidgen blood, yet she had relatively thick and mature curves thanks to her Dwarven and some of the Elven blood she had. All of it mixed together in her face the most intensely, leaving her face looking both unsettlingly young while also timelessly old. The other girls also found how devoid her skin and hair were of color disturbing, especially because so many of them had bright vibrant skin colors.

None of that had ever bothered Amoera. If anything, she’d always thought the serene but off-putting woman beautiful and had always wondered why no one else seemed capable of seeing her that way. But even though she was not unsettled by her appearance she WAS intimidated by her.

Amoera was also the only one of her friends who had any kind of regular interaction with Riowondail. She’d grown to hate when she was called to the top of her tower so the seer could “read” her future. She always feared what the woman would find, that she’d declare she’d finally seen Amoera falling to The Corruption.

“Never,” Amoera whispered, clenching her fists and starting up the stairs. “That’s never going to be me. I have nothing to be afraid of.”

* * *

 “Amoera, this dream worries me,” Riowondail said. “I am very glad you came to share it with me. That was a very mature thing to do, and I’ve no doubt it was a hard thing for you to do.”

“What do you mean?” Amoera asked, pretending she didn’t know exactly what Riowondail was talking about.

The little woman smiled, her blind eyes ALMOST meeting Amoera’s. “I see you better than you think,” she said kindly. “And you are far worse at hiding your feelings than you think,” she added, less kindly.

Amoera threw her head back and groaned in frustration. “Because I’m a Blood Elve?”

“Yes,” Riowondail replied. “Yes, because it is the curse of your blood to feel things more intensely than others, to be driven more by your passions. I worry this dream you’ve had has been sent by The Corruption to influence the easily stoked fires of those emotions.”

“But you don’t know that’s what it was?” Amoera asked, flinging her head back up and staring defiantly at Riowondail.

The little woman bit her lip, pondering how much to say. “No… No, I cannot say that for certain. But I CAN read the meaning of the dream, or at least who or whatever sent the dream to you meant for you to think its meaning is.”

Amoera got excited. “Then you can tell me what I need to do to keep my friends safe?”

“No,” Riowondail said bluntly. “I COULD tell you, but I won’t. Amoera, you must trust my conclusion that this dream was sent to you by The Corruption to influence you, or those closest to you, in a dangerous or harmful way. You must do everything you can to ignore it. Do not dwell on it. Do not try to decipher the message contained in it. Do you understand?”

* * *

I understand, alright. I understand they don’t trust me.

Amoera knew she looked and sounded like a petulant child as she stomped angrily down the stairs from the tower but didn’t care.

“You must calm yourself,” she said, mocking Riowondail’s calm voice. “Your weak little Blood Elve emotions must be controlled.” As soon as the words left her mouth she felt a flash of shame. Riowondail never spoke to her that harshly. A moment later the shame was gone, replaced by anger again.

The dream IS important, that’s why she won’t tell me about it. I’ll just have to find the truth some other way…

She thought about her friends. Her impulse was to run to them and tell them everything. They’d comfort her, they’d all tell her how unfair it was. She could almost hear the rude things Peare and Gwynaetha would say and how scandalized the other girls would be.

But just before she reached the common room near the wing of bedrooms they all lived in she stopped. I’m being selfish. It will feel good to have them agree with me but what happens after that? None of them will be able to help me understand the dream any better and then they will all have to live with the same fear that dreaming has put in me…

She realized another reason not to tell them. They’d be watching her more closely after that, trying to help soothe her while preventing her from doing something stupid. Normally that wouldn’t matter because she was too closely watched to be able to do anything stupid, but she hadn’t failed to notice the senior staff wasn’t watching her as closely anymore.

But what “stupid” thing did she intend to do? What was it in the back of her mind clawing at her impulses? There was something she knew she’d have to sneak away to do… Her mind flashed back to the conversation her friends had been having during dinner. She remembered something Peare had said.

The Faun, the one everyone called the Forest Witch. The one they were supposed to stay far away from. The one they weren’t even supposed to talk about. The one the locals went to when they wanted their dreams interpreted.

* * *

“Um, does anyone else think we should be worried we haven’t seen Amoera since dinner?” Teldy asked the others as they sat around the common room relaxing before bed.

Gwynaetha was lying on the carpeted floor on her back, a wand in her hand. She had magicked a shimmering pearl the size of an orange into existence and was sending blasts of pink bubbles from the tip of a wand to keep it afloat.

“I know the theme of the night has been ‘we’re worried about our friend Amoera’ but you’ve really been on about her since dinner, more than even Peare. You got a lezzie crush on her or something?”

The chubby, purple-skinned Night Elve’s cheeks flushed, turning a bright shade of pink. Instead of answering the question she crossed her arms and huffed, pressing herself as deep into the couch she was sitting on as she could, making it look as if she was trying to disappear.

Resi giggled. “I think you might be on to something, Gwynee. Look at how pink she is!”

“Oh, leave her alone,” Peare called out from the other side of the room where she’d been reading a book on military tactics. “Like she’s the ONLY one here who’s had a crush on someone in the keep. It’s just that none of us have done anything because of how the senior staff has gone on and on about how careful we need to be when it comes to sexual feelings.”

In nearly perfect unison from every corner of the room they all recited, “The unguarded nature of sexual feelings presents a dangerous opening for The Corruption.” They all broke into a fit of giggles once they were done.

“The older Sisters lez out plenty,” Gwynaetha pouted. “Oh, they are discrete about it, but I can’t be the only one who has walked in on two women sucking face in this keep.”

“Gwynee! Who did you see sucking face?” Dunla asked, scandalized.

Before she could answer Emiko, the Kittaran, perked up. “What is ‘sucking face’?”

“Making out,” Gwynaetha replied, then glanced at the Kittaran girl and saw she looked even more confused. She stopped sending bubbles out of her wand and rolled out from under the giant pearl before it could land on her face. When it hit the carpet it shattered, turning into pink bubbles that quickly popped and disappeared.

“You know, KISSING,” she said as she sat up. She shook her head in disbelief and looked at the others when Emiko still didn’t understand. “I know she’s a Kittaran but how does she not understand what a kiss is?”

Dunla could see that the pink-haired, feline girl was looking not just confused, but now singled out and self-conscious. She came and sat by her and put a reassuring hand on her leg. “It’s okay that you don’t understand.”

One of her cat-like ears twitched. “They are making fun of me. It’s a sex thing, isn’t it?”

A few of them giggled.

“It’s so weird that you can’t even understand any of that stuff unless you’re in heat,” Resi said. Then she looked at Emiko, furrowing her brow in consternation. “Is that a thing you’ve ever even been through?”

“Ew. No,” Emiko replied. “I saw what it did to a few older Kittarans where I grew up, how it changed them and made them into all that icky messy stuff. Half the reason I joined the Sisterhood was to make sure I have to deal with it as infrequently as possible, maybe never if I can manage it!”

“Never?” Peare asked. “Can you control it like that?”

“Kind of,” Emiko replied. “If you don’t want to go into heat it’s not that hard to avoid when your body starts… ‘calling’ for it to happen. The problem is there are spices and herbs and incense that can force Kittarans into heat, and some of them are VERY common in parts of Alaria. But they are all strictly forbidden in the Sisterhood so I can just focus on learning how to be a better healer.”

“This is all VERY interesting,” Teldy said, speaking for the first time since sinking into the couch. “But what about Amoera?”

“She probably just needs to spend some time alone,” Dunla replied. “Or she’s been talking to one of the senior staff members about whatever is bugging her. I just don’t think we need to worry, it’s not like she’d sneak out of the keep this late in the evening. Where would she have to go in the middle of the night?”

* * *

Amoera had been nervous about leaving the keep without any armor or even a weapon, but she knew sneaking out would be a lot easier without them. And it wasn’t that far to where the Forest Witch lived. The woods she lived just inside of weren’t even part of the Great Forest the Rangers so often patrolled.

And if there WAS someone out here looking to hurt a member of the Sisterhood they won’t be able to tell that’s what I am, not without the distinctive armor or one of the weapons we’re so known for. And even if someone had suspected I was a member I could just throw my hood back and show them I’m a Blood Elve. If they know anything about the Sisterhood they’ll never believe I was a member.

The thought reignited the flaming anger that had led to her sneaking out of the keep so recklessly.

It’s not like I’m breaking any rules. We’re not prisoners there. We can leave whenever we’re not on duty.

But if anyone HAD seen her leaving they would have asked where she was going. Visiting the Forest Witch was VERY much not allowed. And I’m a terrible liar, so I knew I had to sneak out without anyone noticing.

 It was easier than anyone else in the castle seemed to realize. There were a few hidden passages that led in and out of the keep. She’d always been good at finding things like that but knew it was a Blood Elve thing. That was the only reason she’d never told anyone, not even her friends, that she’d found the hidden passages. She knew it would only make them distrust her more.

Amoera knew where the Forest Witch lived. They all did, they’d practically been shown the cabin she lived in so they’d know where NOT to go. As she neared her destination she was growing increasingly apprehensive and starting to doubt she was doing the right thing.

What do I even know about the Forest Witch? I don’t even know if she is some kind of witch or if that’s just a thing they call her. I know locals come to her for dream interpretations along with simple potions and charms, but the way people talk about them makes them sound more like simple folk charms, not real magic.

That sounds harmless but they all talk about her like she’s SUPER evil. But how could she be if she’s just some lone hermit handing out fortunes and folk remedies? And if she really was evil why hasn’t the Sisterhood put an end to her? That’s what we do! So she can’t really be as bad as they say.

The only other things I know about her are that she’s older than me and my friends and that she’s a Faun. The only Faun she’d ever met or even seen was her friend Peare. She was imagining Peare as an old woman living alone in a smelly cabin full of cats.

The mental image made her chuckle. The echo of that laugh into the night around her made her look around and realize just how dark it was. She was out in the open for the moment and the moonlight was more than enough to light the way, but once she reached the woods it would get a lot darker.

I didn’t bring any kind of light with me. I didn’t bring anything but myself…

Her fear that she might get lost after entering the woods to look for the Forest Witch’s cabin was eased as soon as the edge of the wooded area came into sight.

The path is lit! Does that mean she gets a lot of nighttime visitors?

A thought suddenly occurred to her. What if the “evil” witch was just one of those women who took money to lay with men? It would explain why the Sisterhood thinks she’s evil and wants us to stay away from her. But wouldn’t they have just told us that? And she’s supposed to be old, would people pay an old woman for that?

When she reached the path into the forest and got a close look at the lanterns hung from the trees she discovered they weren’t lanterns at all. They were hollow orbs made from sticks held together with crude cords. There was no flame or emberstone inside them, instead, each contained a swarm of glowing fireflies.

“It’s beautiful,” Amoera whispered, starting to reach out to touch the first lantern then stopping herself, not wanting to startle the insects. “How does she even get them to do that? Maybe she really is a witch…”

The further she followed the path the more enchanting and magical it became. The fireflies weren’t just gathered in the lanterns but fluttered and shimmered all about the path. As she got deeper into the forest the fireflies started following her, dancing in the air all around her. It began to feel like she wasn’t in a forest at all but rather that she was in a realm of pure magic, stars scattered all around her.

Simple but beautiful art was hung from trees near the path, all of it incorporating pieces of the nearby forest. But it wasn’t the kind of art a Druid would form by shaping living plants. These were all handmade, each unique and looking like it had taken a long time to craft. There was a roughness to them that was natural and appealing, an earthy grounded form of art that would seem out of place anywhere outside this enchanting forest.

When she could begin to see the glow of the Forest Witch’s cabin through the trees the art started to get more complex. Instead of simple things hung from trees the forest path became lined with art pieces as big as her, each made of sticks, yarn, rocks, bits of old cloth, and leather all chaotically woven together. When she first saw them they looked like piles of near-random junk but as she walked past the first one she realized their true shape could only be seen from certain angles.

Even though the Forest Witch’s cabin was a short dash away Amoera found herself stopping at each piece of art to admire it. Most, once you saw them from the right angle, were revealed to be vaguely humanoid forms. The first few were lone figures, some male and some female but each posed in a way suggesting sensuality but not being outright indecent.

The later ones were different. Figures with their bodies intertwined in ways that went far beyond suggestion. She found them enthralling, not just because of how beautiful they seemed but because of what they had to teach her.

As a Blood Elve who wished to remain untouched by The Corruption she’d always stayed as far away as she could from anything sexual. She’d never seen a man naked and only slightly understood what happened when a man and woman were together that way. She knew people of the same gender could be together that way too, but she’d never put any thought into how that would work.

Some of the art depicted the figures in moments of simple intimacy like a tender embrace. Others were much more explicit and she found herself stopping to stare at those the longest. As she blushed and drank in the sight of them she realized just how much she didn’t know.

Each of the figures, even the ones made to be more abstract, was clearly defined as either masculine or feminine. She barely noticed the male figures but had to struggle to look away from the female ones.

It was in the curves of those bodies that the femininity was so clear. But it was not just the breasts or butts, it was everything… the legs, the arms, the ways they bent their bodies, changing those womanly curves. One of the figures was even pregnant with the swelling of the belly being the most feminine there. An earthen version of femininity and womanhood that seemed perfectly in place amongst this sensual forest garden of art.

She found herself comparing the figures’ bodies to her own. Her body was another thing she’d paid as little attention to as possible, knowing but not fully understanding the dangers “self-pleasure” could present as an opening to The Corruption.

Most at the keep thought of her and her friends as girls, not women. But as young as they were she and her friends WERE women. Standing there with the cool night air lit with the magic of the fireflies and touched, perhaps, by real magic, she realized just how much of a woman’s body she had.

She was not a tall woman, especially for an Elve. She was slender by Human standards, but she had a thickness to certain parts of her body as well. Her breasts could barely be said to exist. Her arms were long and thin, although after training to fight she’d built up some muscle that had left them looking thicker than they once had been. But her bottom half felt wide and soft. The outline of her body was a straight line down and only filled out as it approached her wide hips. She knew her ass only seemed “big” compared to the rest of her small, slender body. It was the softest part of her and even as she’d built up muscle training as a member of the Sisterhood it had remained wide, well-rounded, and soft.

Her thighs did much more than her butt to leave her looking curvy down below but not on top. She had extremely thick thighs for an Elven woman as slender as she was. She’d never put much thought into them but as she looked at the strange figures erotically interlocked before her she could think of little else.

It was something in how the female figures were posed. Their thighs, although never the focus, directed the viewer’s eyes to more intimate places. One piece had a hand caressing another figure’s thigh. It was the most sensual and intimate thing she’d ever seen. Amoera found herself bending herself into the position of the female figure and reaching down to caress her inner thigh the way the art piece was being caressed.

Amoera closed her eyes and threw her hood back to better feel the magic of this enchanting forest and the sensual garden of art she was standing in. She inhaled the earthen smell of the forest, tasting the crisp night air. Let it all flow into her, relaxing her so she could open parts of herself she’d always kept closed.

She began caressing her inner thigh while trying to imagine it was someone else’s hand on her. Someone close… someone who ignited the flaming passion she’d spent so much of her life running from. A man’s hand… no… not a man… too rough… something gentler… a woman’s hand.

She started filling in the abstract image of the woman she was imagining was caressing her.

Dunla, so tall and with that vibrant long orange-red hair. Always so confident even when she was unsure. Her hands might not know where they needed to go at first, but she’d confidently explore Amoera’s body till she’d found where they were needed.

Resi, so beautiful and fragile for an Orc. Her hands always dirty from digging in the earth. They’d know where to go. Amoera’s body would be a garden the Orcish Druid would tend to…

Pugnacious little Gwynaetha, overcompensating for her bottom-heavy, stocky body. All that pink magic, she needed none of it. Amoera could see it now, her body wasn’t the traditionally beautiful one expected of Human women but it was still magnificent. Her brash strength would help her handle Amoera’s slender, soft Elven body in ways that would leave her feeling safe and… something. She didn’t know the word yet, but she could feel it, feel how good it would be.

Emiko, the cute and pretty little Kittaran even more sexually naive than her. Amoera tried to imagine what it would be like to nuzzle the Kittaran’s pink furry main that covered her neck and shoulders as Emiko’s hands explored her thighs. She suddenly wondered if she had fur in her most intimate places. As an Elve she was perfectly smooth in most places, but she knew many races had hair there.

And what about Teldy? So plump and pretty, especially for an Elven woman. Amoera hadn’t failed to notice the way the shy girl looked at her sometimes. She’d always tried to pretend those sly looks of desire didn’t exist. Teldy’s hands would be unsure on her thighs, she could see and feel it so clearly in her mind, but the eagerness of getting something the girl had wanted for so long would ramp up the heat to such burning heights…

And then there was Peare, the Faun. Brash, aggressive Peare. She’d always seemed so buff and strong to Amoera but now she was realizing it was just a trick of context. Amongst their group of friends with their nubile young bodies the muscular Faun seemed so buff. But she had the same kind of slender, youthful beauty the rest had.

So how would Peare’s hand feel on her thigh? Firm. Confident. She’d take the lead. No, more than that. Not just taking the lead to discover intimate pleasure, telling her what pleasures she wanted to feel. She’d dominate Amoera and she’d love every moment of it.

Amoera shuddered, a low long moan slipping from between her lips. Slowly she opened her eyes and remembered where she was, where she was going and why. And then she realized where her hands were. Not on her thighs anymore, higher… doing more than caressing the place between her legs she’d ignored for so long. She’d been rubbing her womanhood through her pants and it had left her feeling warmed deep in her body and damp in her pants.

She made herself move her hands. Took a few deep, calming breaths. Shook her arms to chase away the sensual dream she’d fallen into and turned to approach the Forest Witch’s cabin.

Why was Peare the last one I thought of? The Forest Witch won’t be anything like Peare or the rest of my friends. She’s old, everyone says so. No… No, that’s NOT what they say. She’s OLDER. Older than us? That could be nearly any age. I’ve been imagining an old crone, but she might be not a whole lot older than us and that would still be fairly young.

Amoera was so distracted by her thoughts along with the disorienting magic and beauty of the world around her that she failed to notice the figure standing in the open front door of the cabin till it spoke to her.

“Hello, little pretty-pretty.”

“Oh!” Amoera jumped back, face flushing more than it already had been. “I… I didn’t see you there.”

She still didn’t see her, just the shadowed outline standing before a brightly lit room. It was the Forest Witch, she could tell by the outline. The antlers. The big soft deer-like ears standing at attention. The details of the shapes different from Peare’s but unmistakably belonging to a Faun.

“Have you been enjoying my garden of delights?”

The woman had shifted, leaning against the door frame with lazy, relaxed ease. She was holding a large mug, steam billowing up from it into the night air. The woman took a slow sip before speaking again.

“I knew I’d have a visitor tonight. I saw it in a dream. But I don’t know you. Have you come to me from one of the villages further away? Is that why you are here so late?”

She’d not gotten a clear look at her, but Amoera already knew the Forest Witch was nothing like she’d thought she’d be. Just from her general size and how she carried herself she could tell that the witch WAS older than her, but she wasn’t old. Her voice was deeper than she’d expected… it had a silkiness to it, but also a raspy earthiness.

“You’ve traveled all this way, tell the Forest Witch why you’ve come to her and where you’ve journeyed from.” She spoke with such casual ease that Amoera barely noticed the power the woman leaning in the doorway had put into the words. A charm of command, firmly demanding a quick and honest response.

“I’ve come to ask you to interpret a dream,” Amoera blurted out. “And I’ve come from Almerry keep.” Amoera hated the sound of her voice as it came out of her mouth. Gods, have I always sounded so young? So unsure of myself?

 “The Sisterhood’s keep?” The Forest Witch stood up, taking a step out of her door. She remained shadowed, only her outline seen. “Aren’t you a naughty little thing? Those women aren’t supposed to come near me, especially the little fawns and cubs like you.”

There were a few moments of silence where Amoera was certain the woman was going to send her away. It was a fear that made her want to cry. The witch’s presence was so warm and inviting, she couldn’t bear to part from her presence so soon!

“And to come cloaked in the dark of night alone? This must be some dream. Please, little pretty-pretty, come in,” she said, stepping to the side of the door and waving Amoera in.

As soon as Amoera could see into the cabin it consumed all her attention. She was drawn in through the door, barely glancing up at the imposing yet comforting figure of the Forest Witch looming calmly over her as she passed her.

She’d never seen anything like the inside of the cabin. She’d never seen a space so chaotically filled with clutter. There were tables and shelves and cabinets everywhere, filled with books and bottles and jars. She saw skulls of countless different kinds of animals on shelves or in corners or hung from the ceiling. Lines of drying herbs ran along two of the walls. Fresh flowers and other greenery were placed in vases and jars and artfully set on an alchemy table. Even the large bed in the back corner of the room had a headboard covered in eclectic decorations.

And everywhere there were little chaotic pieces of art. Sticks and bones woven together with frayed cord. Rocks and unrefined red gems set in animal skulls perched atop pieces of driftwood. Some of it was terrifying but even the ones that were had a mesmerizing beauty to them. So much beautiful chaos that it began to have an order apart from the kind of order she’d experienced all her life, the chaos itself a form of beautiful art.

It wasn’t just a place that was overstimulating visually. There were too many candles and multiple fires lit, making the place feel like it was as bright as the sun after stepping in from the dark, firefly-lit night. It was warm, the candles and burning fires filling the place with a heat that, although not suffocating, brought a low-level feeling of being smothered by inescapable coziness. Making the heat more intense was the thick, overpowering cloud of incense that hung in a drifting horizontal cloud that covered the entire cabin.

“Come, pretty-pretty, have a seat,” the Forest Witch said, pointing to a table with a crystal ball on it and chairs positioned on opposite sides.

As she walked past Amoera she reached out, brushing a single finger gently across her shoulder. A gentle, authoritative caress calling Amoera forward.

Once the Forest Witch had spoken Amoera was able to focus through the chaos of the cabin and begin taking the woman in now that they were in proper lighting.

She saw her first from the back. She was an exceptionally tall woman and was wearing a well-worn, multi-layered dark green dress so long it dragged along the floor behind her. The sleeves of her dress barely existed, covering little more than her shoulders. Her long arms were bare but covered in tattoos from the wrists up. She wore a sexy brown leather corset over her dress, the tightness of it making her look even more slender and tall. That slenderness was not like the kind Amoera and most of her friends had. It was a much more mature slenderness that had filled out with soft curves.

Long, dull, gray-silver colored hair was draped far down her back. It was messy and slightly tangled with beads and wrapped leather cord woven into parts of it, a few small twigs, leaves, and flowers hidden amongst the wild mess.

When she got to the other side of the table and turned to face Amoera the young Blood Elve swooned. She’d never seen a woman with a face as beautiful as the one standing before her. If she’d been a Human she’d have looked as though she was in her late thirties, although her expression carried wisdom that made her feel older.

Like her friend Peare her face was shaped almost like that of a Human but with a hint of animal to it. Mostly this came from the nose, shaped like most races but with the tip and underside black like a deer. Her skin was a shifting tone of soft browns and coppers but her face was speckled with large white patches, like oversized freckles.

Pear had small, curved horns that looked like they could belong to a ram and large furry ears that hung, often softly, from the side of her head below her horns. Not the Forest Witch. Her horns were much larger and shaped like the antlers of a deer while her ears were longer and instead of hanging from the side of her head they stood perky and more near the top of her head above her antlers.

This woman is so different from Peare that it’s hard to believe they are members of the same race. Peare is a buff bruiser who often felt more goat than deer. Not her. The Forest Witch is slender and soft and agile. Look how smooth her movements are. There is no goat in her, only the grace and beauty of a deer. But none of the skittishness that Peare tries to cover up by acting tough. She’s pure femininity but there’s more command and strength in it than any of Peare’s gruff almost male-like bravado.

How could someone so beautiful be evil? Not just physically beautiful, but this whole enchanting place. All parts of her, like the cabin and the art-filled forest are just an extension of her, as much part of her as her antlers or arms.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Amoera said, the words falling out of her mouth as a submissive, entranced sigh.

The woman smiled, the grace and charm of the smooth raising of the corners of her lips making Amoera feel weak in her knees.

She grabbed the back of the chair she was standing behind, tapping a jewelry-covered finger on it once before pulling it out and sitting down with such easy smoothness it left Amoera feeling like a clumsy, lumbering giant as she sat in the seat across from her.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you tasty little poppet.”

She’d placed her hands palms down on the table as she spoke then slid them across the table and flipped them over, inviting Amoera to put her hands in hers. Amoera accepted the invitation, confusing warmth shooting through her body when the Faun gently closed her large hands around her small ones.

There is so much confidence in this woman… in how she moves and how she speaks. It’s almost predatory… but too sensual and inviting to be dangerous.

Slightly ashamed of herself, Amoera’s eyes had darted down to look at the Faun’s chest as she leaned over the table to hold her hands. She was even more ashamed by the disappointment she felt after seeing her top was low cut but that she couldn’t see the woman’s chest thanks to all the wild, long hair covering the front of her body.

When her eyes darted up she saw the Faun smiling at her, a calm smile that said she’d seen where Amoera’s eyes had gone and was not upset about it. It was a safe smile, a reassuring one.

This is a safe place. This is a safe woman. She won’t judge me like everyone else has my entire life. I can relax here. Only as she relaxed did she realize how tense she’d been. Have I carried that tension my whole life?

“You’re a funny little thing with so many thoughts running through your pretty little head,” the Forest Witch said, her voice calm and playfully reassuring. “And all those confusing complicated emotions so easy to read on your face. Why I bet you’re the world’s worst liar.”

Amoera felt her cheeks flush but felt no urge to deny what the Faun had said. She felt so safe and accepted. She could be honest with the woman holding her hands, open up to her in ways she’d maybe not even opened up to herself.

“I just might be.” Gods! My voice… a clumsy unsure little girl. I have to be better, I NEED her to like me.

“An honest heart is a good heart,” the Faun said as she gave Amoera’s hands a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

She let go of her hands after that, pulling her arms back across the table. She leaned back in her chair, relaxing and leaning to one side to perch an elbow on an armrest. She slid down her chair slightly as she reclined, spreading her legs open in a way that left Amoera wondering what, if anything, she was wearing under her dress.

“You’ve come to have a dream interpreted,” she said with graceful disinterest.

“It can wait,” Amoera heard herself say. Why can it wait? It’s the only reason I’ve come here… But if she interprets my dream then I won’t have a reason to stay any longer. I’ll have to leave this enchanting, warm, safe place. Leave this enchanting, warm, safe woman.

“I suppose it can,” the Forest Witch replied as she held a hand up and looked at her nails. “So how to fill the time? Perhaps you can tell me about the pretty-pretty sitting across from me.”

“My name is Amoera Crimsonsign and I am an initiate of the Sisterhood of Righteousness. I live and train at Almerry Keep.”

The Faun spoke without looking at Amoera, still staring at her nails and using her thumb to pick at them disinterestedly. “Perhaps a home where you are not trusted by many? You’ve friends, young little fawns and cubs like you, that are your family but still… something missing? Hard training with cold steel. A place to snuff out the fire in you.”

“How can you know all of that?” Amoera asked in awe.

“Because I’m the scary Forest Witch that makes those stuffy old Sisters quake in their steel boots and cold scholarly libraries. I’m the earthy warmth they refuse to let in, the passions they suppress. I SEE people, see into them. I FEEL people, feel what you are meant to be, not just what those around you want you to be.”

She looked up from her nails and made eye contact with Amoera. “I’m the Forest Witch and I can offer you things you don’t even know want. But mostly I can offer to interpret the dream that is so clearly haunting you. But you say it can wait. You ask of me not simple charms or potions but only time. Precious, irreplaceable time.”

The forest Witch moved then with such easy speed and grace that Amoera didn’t understand she’d gotten up from her chair and slipped behind her till the Faun rested her arms on the back of her chair and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“What could a pretty-pretty like you have to offer the scary Forest Witch in return for her time?”

Amoera had to struggle not to moan from how good the woman’s breath felt on her ear. With as long and pointed as they were she didn’t even need to be that close to her head to whisper in them so. Amoera DID moan a moment later when the Faun leaned in closer and used her cheek to gently nuzzle the length of Amoera’s ear.

Gods that felt amazing. I didn’t know my ears were so sensitive…

 “Flustered?” she whispered into Amoera’s ear then nipped the pointed tip, not hard enough to hurt but just firmly enough to make Amoera moan again.

Again, she moved so quickly and so smoothly Amoera didn’t process what had happened till after it was done. The Faun had pulled away from her, grabbed the chair and spun it around so Amoera was facing her then leaning over her and planting her hands on the armrests. The fierce look in the woman’s eyes as she looked down at Amoera left the girl quivering.

Before bracing her hands on the armrests the Faun had flung her wild, tangled gray-silver hair over her shoulders. It left the front of her chest unobscured for the first time, her breasts level with Amoera’s eyes.

The corset the Faun wore pressed her breasts up so far their soft flesh looked almost like it was about to topple out of her lowcut dress. Amoera was pretty sure without the corset on they would seem a lot smaller, but to a girl who had yet to develop much there they seemed to be overwhelmingly voluptuous mounds of softness, drawing her eyes into the black void of her cleavage. The sight of them so close to her face left her hot with desire, although her mind wasn’t quite able to finish the thoughts it was trying to have about woman-on-woman passion that had been aroused in her.

She understood such passions happened and there were many discrete lovers in the keep. But she’d done all she could to avoid anything sexual so she had only the most basic understanding of how a man and woman came together that way. Until seeing the erotic sculptures in the Forest Witch’s “garden of delights” she’d never tried to imagine how such things would work between two women.

Amoera was imagining now. She wanted so badly to sit up in her chair and kiss the Faun looming above her. She wanted to feel her lips against hers, feel them on her neck, on other parts that just thinking about made her flush.

She wanted to thrust her arms under the women’s dress and run her hands up her legs, see if she was as naked as she expected. She wanted to savor the feel and shape of her legs. Perhaps they wouldn’t be bulky hard muscles like she imagined Peare’s were, but more slender and much softer. And then she’d slip her hands in to explore her thighs…

“The pretty-pretty is having such dirty thoughts,” the Forest Witch whispered as she began to lean in closer. “But is the pretty-pretty brave enough to have more than thoughts? Will the pretty-pretty let the big bad scary Forest Witch have her? Let her play with the tasty little toy in exchange for the time she wants from her?”

Amoera’s lip quivered and her body shook as the Faun’s lips neared hers.

“Yes,” Amoera moaned. “Play with me however you want.” She closed her eyes, body shaking as she felt the Faun’s lips nearing hers. “Let me be your toy,” she whispered.

When their lips met Amoera felt drunk on the woman’s smell. She leaned into the point of contact, unsure at first what to do. Then the Faun wrapped a hand around the back of her head, firmly but gently leading her body. She followed her lead, moving the way the older woman directed her to. Opened her mouth when she opened her mouth. Moaned as the woman’s tongue invaded her mouth then chased after that tongue with her own when it pulled back into its owner’s mouth.

Amoera had never kissed anyone before, she’d never even imagined kissing someone like this. Their mouths opened and closed as they remained locked together, their tongues dancing. It was like they had joined together and become a single thing of burning moist passion.

When the Faun started to pull away Amoera threw her arms up to hold onto her, to try and pull her closer to prevent her from moving further away. But she was not given the chance.

The Faun grabbed hold of Amoera’s wrists and slammed them down onto the armrests, holding them in place. “Don’t be greedy,” she whispered as she pulled away.

Amoera moaned, squeezing her brow together as the unfamiliar pain of unquenched longing flooded her. She needed more and she’d do anything to get it. The longing made her eyes dart down, a quick look into the woman’s cleavage that only stoked the fire of the longing and left her rubbing her thighs together.

“Please play with me,” Amoera whined.

How can she be so cruel? To show me with one kiss all I’ve been missing in life then pull away like this? To pin me to the chair and hold me here, preventing me from… from… Amoera wasn’t exactly sure what she would have done had she not been held in place. Burning half-formed images filled her mind, maddeningly just out of sight.

The world spun out of control. Amoera thought she’d been so overtaken with desire she was spinning free from the world but a moment later she realized the Witch had simply spun her chair around.

She whimpered and leaned back into her touch as the Faun placed two firm hands on Amoera’s dainty shoulders.

“The pretty-pretty must be patient,” she whispered into Amoera’s ear.

The Blood Elve girl quivered in response to the feel of the woman’s breath on her highly sensitive ear. She rubbed her thighs together, squirming in her seat and wanting so badly to reach up and touch the Forest Witch but knowing she couldn’t. The Faun was master now and she was just a toy, she’d do what she was told, NOT what she wanted.

“The pretty-pretty will wait here. The scary Forest Witch must get her something if she’s to be her toy for the night…”

When she pulled away Amoera felt her body want to lift out of the chair and go with her. But she forced herself to remain seated, suffering through the pain of being separated. She consoled herself by watching the way the Faun’s ass swayed from side to side. The full shape of it made her mouth water and she wanted so bad to be near it… To crawl under her skirts and just bury her face in the woman’s ass cheeks.

The further across the room the Faun went the greater the pain of separation was. The sight of the older woman’s full ass wasn’t enough. She needed something else to help her remain in the chair, to console her till the Faun returned.

For the night. She said for the night. A whole night of this… The implied promise of more helped Amoera survive the none of the moment she was in.

The Forest Witch stopped at a table, her back to Amoera. The girl could see that she’d grabbed something, picked it up and was holding it with both hands. But she kept her back to Amoera keeping the item hidden.

“You will be my pretty-pretty toy?” the Forest Witch asked, turning her head slightly so Amoera could see one side of her face.

The look of carnal hunger the Faun pointed her way made Amoera gush. If she hadn’t already been sitting her legs would have given out under her. How could anyone deny a person looking at them like that? She’d never known how intensely she needed to be wanted and had never known someone could want her as much as the older woman so clearly wanted her now.

“Yessssss,” Amoera moaned. “Your toy. All night. Just, please, come back to me!”

The Faun turned around holding a small chest held in her hands. “The pretty-pretty will have what she wants,” the Faun purred as she sauntered sensually back across the room, seeing how Amoera looked at her hips and adding more sway to them. “But first the pretty-pretty must do a thing.”

She stopped at the other side of the table, pushing the crystal ball to the side. She then placed the chest down, leaned over, and put her hands on it while staring at Amoera. She flashed a pleased smile when she saw the girl’s eyes darting to her cleavage again, leaning over more to give her a better look.

Then she slid the chest across the table, positioning her hands in preparation to open the lid. “The tasty little snack must wear these if she is to be devoured by the scary Forest Witch. She must wear them if she is to be a toy and only take them off when the toy is ready to once more be Amoera Crimsonsign of the Sisterhood of Righteousness.” She then opened the chest, revealing its contents.

It pained Amoera to look away from the Faun, but she had to see what she was about to put on. There was no thought of looking to see what they were before deciding, there wasn’t even a need to decide. The desire was too strong. She was prepared to pay any price.

Inside the chest were leather wrist and ankle cuffs along with a collar. They each had four metal links sewn into them evenly spaced around their circumference. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out what those were for. The sight of the candlelight in the room glinting off the metal rings filled her mind with deliciously depraved half-images of herself attached to the bed in the back corner.

What do I feel radiating from the box? Is it the cuffs and collar? Are they magic, is there some enchantment on them that will further enthrall me? Amoera had been aware for some time that the Forest Witch may have used more than her womanly wiles to enthrall her, but she didn’t care and she cared even less about falling deeper under the woman’s control.

Maybe they aren’t enchanted. Maybe they’ve been used so many times the sexual energies of the wearers have soaked deep into the leather. Countless women feeling what I’m feeling… Maybe it’s something I can only feel because I’m a Blood Elve. Or maybe it is so much simpler than any of that. Maybe I’m just feeling a rush of excitement at the sight of them. Putting them on will make me not just like a toy but her slave. And why not? I already feel that way.

“I’ll wear anything you want,” Amoera sighed. “Just help me put them on, I don’t know how.”

The Forest Witch slowly moved around the table, her eyes locking onto Amoera’s.  “The pretty-pretty is not so dumb she couldn’t figure it out,” she purred as she reached Amoera. She leaned against the table and pulled a cuff out, gently lifting one of Amoera’s arms and beginning to secure it to her wrist. “The scary Forest Witch thinks maybe the pretty-pretty just wants to be touched.”

“You’re not scary,” Amoera moaned as the Faun stroked the back of her hand before setting the hand down, the cuff secured tightly to her wrist.

The Faun chuckled as she grabbed Amoera’s other hand and began securing the cuff to it. “The dumb pretty-pretty knows so little. But if you are not afraid of me then I am not the scary Forest Witch to you.” She stroked her hand and let it fall to the table, cuff secured.

She stood up and placed a finger under Amoera’s chin, lifting her face to look up at hers. “So what is this Faun to the pretty-pretty toy? A toy is not a lover, and the Faun only loves one and it is not this tasty snack.”

“You’re The Faun,” Amoera sighed, rising slightly out of her chair to be closer to her.

The Faun slid her finger up from under Amoera’s chin and gently pushed the girl back into her seat. “But there is another Faun in the pretty-pretty’s life. She is but an insignificant babe while I am THE Faun yet you will not speak it aloud as my name. In your head?” she asked, stroking the Amoera’s cheek. “It will be allowed. But not with these,” she added, brushing the side of a finger against the girl’s lips.

Amoera moaned quietly, leaning into the woman’s touch. When the Faun didn’t pull away Amoera closed her eyes, tilted her head, and nuzzled the faun’s hand with her nose.

“Mistress,” the Faun purred. “Or Master. I am Mistress to my toys and I can be Master till your true Master claims you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera whispered, still nuzzling her hand. “Anything Master tells me.”

The Faun leaned in, putting her face close to Amoera’s. “What a good pretty-pretty,” she whispered, letting Amoera nuzzle her cheek. “What a good toy.”

Then in a flash she pulled away. The Faun spun the chair around to face away from the table again. She lifted her skirts, allowing Amoera to see she had no shoes on but wore thick knight gray stockings of some kind. Her skirt was lifted just enough for her to move in close with her legs straddling Amoera’s.

She dropped her skirts into the young girl’s lap and lowered herself, almost but not quite sitting in her lap. She stroked Amoera’s face then leaned in and kissed her. “What a fun toy the pretty-pretty will be,” purred. “Shoes off, toy,” she added before getting up and pulling away.

Amoera had never realized just how hard her boots were to get off or how long it took to unlace them. Every moment it took was a moment the Faun wasn’t touching her. As soon as the laces were undone enough she kicked them off, peeling her socks off and abandoning them as well.

“All done, Mistress,” she said, chest heaving in excitement. She wasn’t even sure why the woman had wanted her to take her shoes off but once they were off she realized she wanted ALL her clothing gone. But I’ll only undress when she wants me to, not before.

The Faun gracefully lowered to her knees. She smiled at Amoera, placed her hands on her knees, then slid them slowly up her thighs teasing her inner legs with her thumbs as she pressed them open slightly.

Amoera felt a rush of heat and moisture between her legs that intensified the closer the Faun’s hands got to her womanhood. The heat turned to fire and the moisture turned to gushing. When the Faun lowered her face almost to Amoera’s crotch she feared there would be a visible wet patch.

The Faun smiled up at her then looked down, closed her eyes, leaned in a bit closer, and slowly inhaled. “So ripe for feasting upon,” she whispered.

She was up on her feet with a smooth, quick motion that left Amoera feeling dizzier than she already was. The Faun then leaned over her, letting her breasts brush against Amoera’s face as she reached over her to get the ankle cuffs from the chest.

By the time she had returned to the floor Amoera’s chest was heaving as she inhaled the scent of the woman. She smells so good… Earthy smells. Dirt and the forest and herbs. But there’s the sweet fragrance of the incense soaked into her clothing. The smoke of candles and fires lingering on her. And the smell of HER. Womanly, but more. Pure something… pure… SEX.

As the Faun put the ankle cuffs on Amoera she leaned in close to Amoera’s crotch. Gods, she’s smelling me again! I can smell me from here, I never knew my womanhood could be so fragrant… But I know it’s more than that. Peare always says she can smell better than any of us because she’s a Faun. So if I can smell me what is it like for her that close?

Amoera didn’t like being reminded of her friends or her life back at the keep. She pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the heat from the Faun’s breath on her crotch. But just as she’d been able to focus on it the woman rose to her feet.

Once more she put a finger under Amoera’s chin and lifted her face as she looked down at her. “The pretty-pretty is a toy now. She has the cuffs on, she knows her place. But the collar is left.” She reached around Amoera, picked it up and dangled it from one finger. “Does the pretty-pretty want to put the collar on?”

“Oh, gods yes, please Mistress,” Amoera whimpered, turning her head to expose her neck. “Collar your toy.”

The Faun tapped the bottom of Amoera’s chin and lifted her head back up. “If the pretty-pretty puts the collar on she will NOT be Mistress’ toy.”

Amoera pouted, the idea of not being the Faun’s anything nearly bringing her to tears.

“Calm,” the Faun cooed. “If the pretty-pretty puts the collar on she will be no toy. She will be the Faun’s pet and she will remain a pet till the collar is removed.”

“Make me your pet, Mistress,” Amoera whined greedily, bearing her neck again.

The Faun lovingly caressed Amoera’s neck then gently put the collar on her, only showing any aggression at the very end when she tightened it.

“Come, pet, it is time to play,” the Faun said, taking Amoera’s hand and pulling her to her feet.

As the Faun led her across the room Amoera’s heart began to pound. They were heading towards the woman’s bed! When they reached it the Faun turned Amoera so she was facing away from the bed and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders, caressing them for a moment as she stared into Amoera’s eyes.

“Although the pretty-pretty is too dumb to be afraid she should be. The Forest Witch SEES the pretty-pretty and there are few things scarier than being seen.”

Amoera was barely listening. The bed was right there, right behind them. She had no idea what would happen when they climbed onto it she just knew she wanted it to happen. She closed her eyes then leaned in to nuzzle one of the woman’s arms.

The Faun gripped her shoulders till it hurt. “My pet will pay attention,” she said firmly. “The pet listens. The pet follows orders. Or the pet is punished.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera gasped, confused by how excited the threat of punishment made her.

“The Forest Witch sees the one the pet was before she put the collar on. She sees that the Amoera girl has spent her whole life hiding the tasty snack she is, hiding her tastiness from others but mostly hiding it from herself. No more hiding.”

Suddenly sensations overwhelmed Amoera. There was a flurry of hands on her body. Firm caresses, gentle gropes. Being turned. Being bent over. All while the Faun undressed her, but it was an exploration of her body at the same time. A sampling to be savored before the main course was served.

“The pet hides,” the Faun said, displeased when she stood Amoera back up.

Amoera shook. She was naked. Standing naked in this strange place with this beautiful, strange woman. She was collared, near enslaved. It was all happening so fast. How could she not stand with one arm draped across her chest to hide her small breasts and one hand between her legs to hide her womanhood. How could she not be standing pulled in as much as she could? Her body was a thing of temptation, to be hidden.

SLAP. Searing, stinging pain as an open hand slapped her ass. Amoera yelped, dropping her arms to her sides as she hopped and stood up straight.

Why did that feel so good? It hurt… but I want her to do it again.

The Forest Witch went and sat on the edge of the bed. She slid back a little, spreading her legs open then pulling her skirts up just far enough for Amoera to see that her knit stockings only went up to just above her knees. This left her flashing a tantalizing bit of thigh where her skirts were bunched up.

“Come,” she commanded, patting the bed between her legs. “My pet will sit here. She will lean back into her Mistress and she will spread her legs as well.”

Amoera did as she was told. As she sat down the Faun wrapped her long legs around Amoera’s, pulling them open as Amoera leaned back into her.

Before she’d had a chance to press her body against the woman behind her the Faun had hold of her wrists. She pulled them behind her back and pressed her wrists together. She heard a metal “clink” and knew without seeing two of the seamless metal rings on the cuffs were now linked together. At least some magic then, she thought.

“Now lean into me, pet. Your arms will remain behind your back. The pet must relax as her Mistress is allowed to see her body.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera sighed, letting her body fall limp into the Faun’s. She let out another long, low sigh as she felt the Faun wrap her arms around her body and pull her in tight.

The Faun slid to the side, leaning around and brushing her lips against Amoera’s cheek. She tilted her head, nudging Amoera’s head with a point of her antler-like horns. “So young and ripe,” she whispered. “Untouched even by herself.”

Her hands started on Amoera’s slim, well-muscled stomach. She slid them slowly up her belly, lifting her hand so just her fingertips touched her skin.

“Such a pretty, perfect Elven body. Slender but firm with muscles from training. But skin so soft. Not a soldier’s skin. Not what it was made for, not with a body like this. This fighting? This warring against the wicked? Not what Blood Elven fuck-pets are for.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera moaned, knowing she should deny all of that but unable to. There was a truth to the words she found undeniable.

“Pretty, firm little Elven tits,” the Faun purred as she cupped Amoera’s breasts. “So perfectly shaped. Ripe little fruits.” She gave them a firm squeeze, pulling Amoera further into her body. “Such pretty little red nipples,” she cooed, letting go of her breasts so her fingertips could gently tease the girl’s nipples. “So hard as they are played with. Does the pet know what pleasures they can bring her?”

“No, Mistress,” Amoera gasped as the Faun rolled her nipples between her fingertips.

“Does the pet know the pleasure that pain can bring?” she asked, pinching then twisting her nipples.

Amoera yelped and arched her back before collapsing back into the Faun. “I’ve learned, Mistress,” she panting, thinking about how good the spanking had felt.

“What a good girl,” the Faun purred.

Amoera melted into the woman. Good girl, she thought. Such beautiful words to hear.

“And what is down here,” the Faun asked as she slid her hands back down Amoera’s body. Over her abs, down her belly, and then lower.

Amoera breathed fast. She spread her legs further open. She pressed harder back into the Faun. “My womanhood,” she moaned with confused but eager anticipation.

“No,” the Faun said curtly, her hands no longer moving. “Not womanhood.”

Confused, all Amoera could do was wiggle and whimper. Just tell me what to do so you’ll keep moving your hands closer, she thought but dared not say.

“The pet has a pussy,” she whispered, sliding her hands a bit closer.

“A pussy,” Amoera moaned back.

“A dirty, sopping wet cunt,” the Faun purred as her fingers nearly reached the Blood Elve’s hairless snatch.

“A cunt,” Amoera moaned then whimpered in dismay as the Faun’s hands parted and moved around her cunt, sliding down onto her inner thighs.

“Such juicy, pretty, snackable young thighs. Carnal delights to drive her Mistress mad. Needing to be caressed,” the woman cooed, caressing Amoera’s thighs. “Firm but soft, needing to be slapped,” she said, lifting her hands and slapping Amoera’s thighs lightly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Amoera moaned. Her eyes were closed so she could focus on the feel of the woman’s hands on her body and nothing else.

“And this,” she whispered, nuzzling Amoera’s face as she slid her hands back up, “such a pretty, perfect, untouched pussy. Is the wicked witch right, my little snack? Has the pet’s pussy never even been stroked? No… you need not answer. The Forest Witch knows. She sees the truth in all things.”

“Touch it now,” Amoera whined.

“Neglected,” the Faun whispered as she pulled one hand away and slid the other onto Amoera’s pussy. She kept her hand flat at first, gently rubbing and kneading the swell of her mound. “A crime the box is unopened,” she whispered into Amoera’s ear, licking it and making the girl quiver. “It will open now,” she whispered even more quietly, taking two fingers and rubbing Amoera’s clitoral hood before snaking her fingertips down into the girl’s slit. “So wet. So ready to be opened.”

 Amoera forced her legs open further, rolling her hips to help the two fingers more easily enter the hole they found to be sopping wet hole. They began to slide in, beginning a cascading wave of pleasure that rose and lowered as the woman’s fingers pressed in then pulled nearly out. Another cresting wave as she slid her fingers back in, a bit deeper this time, then almost out, then back in further.

“Such delights when the box is opened and the flood gates released,” the Faun whispered, licking and kissing Amoera’s neck as she fingered her.

The waves of pleasure crashed inside of Amoera as they grew more immense. Building to something, something she NEEDED. A point that if not reached soon would kill her. And then she reached it, crested to the climax of pleasure she didn’t know existed. Pleasure flooded her mind and body. Pleasure that was intensified as her vaginal muscles clenched the Faun’s fingers tightly inside of her. It felt so good to have something so firm inside of her…

 As she began to slowly drift down from her peak of pleasure the Faun slipped her fingers out of Amoera at the perfect moment, the feeling of emptiness they left behind a special pleasure of its own. She was so content she barely minded when the Faun slid out from under her, leaving Amoera laying on her back with her arms pinned behind her body.

“I didn’t know,” Amoera whispered in breathy tones.

“But the pet knows now,” the Faun purred. “Come, pet. She must earn the use of her arms back.”

Amoera pressed her head back, arching her back slightly so she could see the Faun behind her. She was lounging at the head of the bed, resting lazily on a pile of pillows with her legs spread wide open. Her skirts were hiked up to her waist, allowing Amoera to see that she wore nothing above the knit stockings.

A hunger Amoera didn’t quite understand made her flip over onto her stomach so that she could more easily stare at what the Faun was revealing with her legs open that way. Her womanhood… No, her pussy looked so different from her own. As an Elven woman hers was perfectly smooth and hairless but the Faun had a dense forest of thick but soft-looking fur around her pussy. It ran up a little towards her belly and as the fur moved down from her pussy it quickly got lighter. She could see her legs were covered in a thin layer of fine hair. She could barely see it but she knew if she was to run her hands up her bare legs she’d feel the soft fuzz…

Amoera moaned, the hunger drawing her closer to the Faun’s open legs. With her wrists locked together behind her back she had to worm her way towards the woman. Forcing herself to look away from the hairy slit calling her she saw the look on the Faun’s face. Patient hunger. The closer Amoera got the farther the woman spread her legs open and the more she lounged back on the pillows.

When Amoera was close enough to smell the Faun’s pussy she closed her eyes and inhaled. Such a strong fragrance, so erotically enticing… She’d gotten whiffs of her body’s scents as she’d grown sloppy with arousal. It was the same smell, only completely different. There was something earthy and animal to the Faun’s smell that she was missing. A musk that intoxicated Amoera in a way she suspected the cunt-scents of other races wouldn’t have, something that came from being a Faun and something that came from being the Forest Witch.

“I don’t know what to do,” Amoera said, looking up at the Faun. The angle was delicious. Her head between the woman’s legs, looking past her soft down-like bush, up past her cleavage to the beautiful face smirking so alluringly at her.

“The pet is dumb,” she purred, sliding a hand off one of her knees towards Amoera’s head, “but is she THIS dumb? Maybe so, maybe the pet is so sexually uneducated that she does not know how to eat pussy. Perhaps she does not even know what eating pussy is?”

Amoera knew the confused look on her face was the only answer the woman needed.

“I will help,” the Faun said, her voice firm, “but ONLY help. The pet must do the work. The pet must learn.”

She grabbed a handful of Amoera’s hair and firmly pulled her face to her pussy. Amoera groaned out a confused mix of pain and pleasure as she used her legs to push herself closer. Gods! I almost didn’t want to do that. Pulling my hair felt so good…

“The pet will begin,” the Faun said firmly, shoving Amoera’s face into her cunt. “The pet will lick. The pet will taste her Mistress. She will savor the flavors. Her tongue will explore the fleshy folds, learning them as she goes. As she learns the pet will feel how her Mistress’ body responds, SEE what pleases her. Do more of the things that please her. She will… oooh! The pet IS a fast learner.”

The Faun let go of Amoera’s head and sunk back into her pillows, letting her legs fall all the way open. For a time she luxuriated there, wiggling ever so slightly and moaning happily as Amoera improved with every flick of her tongue, with every hungry slurping of her juices, with every eager wet thrust of tongue into wetter hole.

Amoera got so good so fast that soon the Faun’s body was tensing, her legs closing tightly around Amoera. She slid one leg over the girl’s back, hooking a foot under her to pull her small body closer to hers.

“Yes, pet, so good. Such a pretty-pretty mouth. A natural servant. It is in your blood. This is what Blood Elves are made for. Sensual carnal servants. Servants to their lusts. Servants to others’ lusts. And servants to HIS lusts, to the one who made them…”

Amoera heard what the woman was saying, yet she didn’t HEAR the words. The reference to who “made” her was lost on her. Instead, all she heard was the sultry breathy way the Faun spoke. She heard how her mouth was making the Faun ride those cresting waves of pleasure Amoera had only just discovered. Amoera heard her getting closer, wanted to give her that peak, push her to that climax she’d experienced for the first time so recently. She wanted to give it to the woman more than Amoera wanted to feel it again.

When the Faun came her hands shot to Amoera’s head. She grabbed two handfuls of hair, gripping the hair painfully tight while pressing the girl’s face into her. Her legs further wrapped around Amoera, gripping and squeezing her head between her thick juicy thighs.

“Yes, good girl, just like that. More, stoke the fires. One short burst of flame is not enough,” she gasped. “Build the flames, hotter till your face burns. Hotter till I flood your face with my juices.”

At some point while the Faun was cumming the cuffs disconnected. Amoera made use of her hands, wrapping them around the Faun’s legs so she could feel how soft and thick her meaty thighs were, pulling them in even tighter around her face.

The Faun’s hands let go of Amoera’s hair. Her body loosened, her legs slid off Amoera and fell open as she melted limply into the pillows. “Good girl,” she purred out with a content sigh.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera moaned, pulling her damp face away from the Faun’s pussy just enough to rest her head on her inner thigh. Amoera quivered with unexpected pleasure, confused that hearing those two words had pushed her up those rising waves toward the peak of pleasure. Is it possible for the Faun to make me do that just by speaking?

For a few minutes they relaxed in silence, both breathing heavily. Amoera felt drunk on the Faun’s smell, never wanting to have to pull her face further from it than she was. But the perfect moment didn’t last forever.

“Come, pet,” the Faun said as she sat up and patted Amoera on the ass. “Off the bed and to your feet.”

Her impulse was to whimper because they were leaving the bed but Amoera quickly abandoned that feeling. The Faun was not done with her, she’d promised all night. They were just doing something different now. Something new?

“Here,” the Faun said, pointing at the ground beside the bed.

When Amoera got there she noticed two short chains connected to the floor, the rings on their ends just like the ones on her cuffs and collar. Were they there before? They couldn’t have been… I would have stepped on them.

“Legs apart. Good girl, these will keep your feet in place.”

Amoera watched, confused by what she saw. No, by what she DIDN’T see. How had the rings connected? They’d just slid together, their seamless surface never parting. And the chain connected to the floor, when had it gotten so short? It pulled her ankles tight, keeping her legs wide apart leaving her with little ability to move them.

“Arms up,” the Faun commanded as she got to her feet.

When the Faun grabbed her wrists and lifted them up Amoera saw chains hanging from the ceiling above her, the same rings on their ends. Those WEREN’T there. I know they weren’t!

Again the metal links connected, locked together by some subtle magic she didn’t understand. This left Amoera standing up, her legs spread wide apart, her arms stretched out above her head and pulled to either side of her body. She squeaked in surprise when the chains further tightened, almost lifting her off the ground and making it so she had to stand on her toes.

“The pet’s Mistress knows the pet is a greedy, needy, impatient little slut. She is going to watch her Mistress strip and will NOT be allowed to touch while it is happening, not allowed to touch her Mistress and not allowed to touch herself. But the pet’s Mistress is not cruel, not yet. She does not want the pet to get herself in trouble. So she will be unable to touch so as not to break a rule given to her. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera whispered painfully aware now of just how much she wanted to touch both the Faun and herself.

The Faun then began to dance. It was a thing of sensual grace, undulating rolls moving through her body as she ran her hands down her sides. Turning this way and that so Amoera could see her curves from every angle. A playful peek over the shoulder, a flinging of her long gray-silver hair. At one point she came close, almost kissing Amoera but at the last minute pulled away and turned from her, laughing in amusement at how the near contact had made the girl quiver and whimper so.

As she pulled away she began unlacing her leather corset, staring into Amoera’s eyes as she watched how the girl was fixated on her fingers working the laces. Once it was unlaced she held the garment in the air, looking at it then tossing it away with a laugh.

Then she began to pull her dress off. Bending over with her ass high in the air, pointed at Amoera. She grabbed her skirts, sticking her ass up higher. Amoera noticed for the first time the bulge above her ass under her clothing that she knew was the woman’s stubby, pointed deer-like tail. She remembered how Peare had once said their tails were considered erogenous zones and normally not displayed openly except in intimate settings. Suddenly the thrill of seeing the Faun’s tail was more exciting than seeing her bare ass.

She changed her mind when the Faun hiked her skirts up over her ass. The furry tail was there, just above her ass crack, but it could not pull her focus away from the older woman’s shapely ass. She knew it was only because her own body was so young and slender, but that delicious ass looked so plump and wide to her.

Amoera wanted to grab it with both hands. To slap it. To grind her front into it. To drop to her knees behind the woman and bury her face in it. She wiggled, desperate to get closer.

As the Faun stood, slowly pulling the dress higher up her body, she playfully chided Amoera. “You see? The pet would have gotten herself into such trouble. Such an impatient greedy little slut.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera moaned, pulling at the chains to get even just an inch closer. “Greedy to be close to you.”

“Patience,” the Faun replied as she pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it to the floor. She kept her back to Amoera, looking over her shoulder at the girl while smiling like a cat toying with its meal. “Is the pet not the only snack in the shack?”

Amoera couldn’t answer. The Faun’s naked body was so enthralling, too delicious of a visual feast to put into words. So tall and slender yet so soft and shapely. Those curves… those wide hips, that plump ass. So natural, not a woman but a force of nature. Raw feminine sexuality. And even while naked parts of her remained hidden from Amoera. Her long, tangled wild hair hung down to just above her tail, hiding nearly all of her back.

When she turned around the visual feast began again. More curves, new curves and old curves from different angles. At first her breasts were hidden behind a curtain of tangled wild hair but the Faun saw Amoera’s eyes drawn there. She slipped her hands under her hair, flinging it back over her shoulder to reveal her chest.

Amoera decided she’d been right, the Faun’s breasts didn’t look as big without the corset pushing them up. But they were so much MORE than she’d expected. Fuller. Heavier. Denser yet softer. Her nipples were so different from her own. Bigger, especially the areolas.

And then there was the color. The Faun’s skin was a shifting mix of coppers and light browns, all of which were paler on her chest and down her front almost like the lighter-shaded underbelly of a deer. The lighter skin tone of her breasts made the darkness of her nipples stand out even more. Rich pinkish-brown, the nubs already swollen and hard while the areolas pebbled prettily.

Amoera had never wanted something in her mouth as badly as she wanted to be sucking on the Faun’s nipples. She strained against the chains holding her wrists and ankles in place, her head forward and mouth open. 

“Such a greedy, hungry little pet,” the Faun purred as she sauntered to Amoera. She gently caressed a cheek with the back of her hand then wrapped her arms around Amoera’s small body, pulling her towards her own.

Amoera moaned and let her head fall back when their fronts touched so she could indulge in the Faun’s larger, softer breasts pressing into her small, firm ones. She moaned louder when the Faun pulled her in tighter, pressing her full breasts into the girl’s small ones. The Faun pushed Amoera’s head to the side, kissed her exposed neck, then moved her lips to one of the girl’s elongated, sensitive ears.

“The pet has been good,” she whispered, pausing to lick then nip her ear. “She would have made a fun toy but as a pet she is better. The pet enjoys being dominated, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera moaned, quivering as the Faun ran a hand down the side of her body. She slid it to the front of Amoera then down her belly till she reached the part between her legs. Then, slowly and softly at first but firmer as moments ticked by, began rubbing at her pussy.

“The pet doesn’t care if she’s been entranced,” the Faun whispered into Amoera’s ear as she slowly slid two fingers into Amoera. “She doesn’t care if she is losing herself,” she whispered more quietly, gently sliding the fingers deeper into the girl. “She cares only for pleasure. She is greedy and wants more and knows her Mistress has sincere affection for her.”

Amoera’s whole body shook. The Faun’s fingers were so deep in her, moving in exactly the right way she needed them to. “Yes, Mistress,” she gasped, shaking harder as the woman coaxed a slow, long orgasm from her.

 When the Faun pulled her fingers out of Amoera the girl fell, her wrists and ankles suddenly unconnected to the chains. The unexpected change made her stumble back into a cabinet behind her, causing the bottles, jars, and books on it to rock noisily.

The Faun had the two fingers that had been inside of Amoera in her mouth. She was sucking them dry, her eyes closed as she moaned indecently. “So tasty,” she said after pulling the fingers from her mouth with a wet smack.

“Bed,” she commanded, turning and placing a hand on Amoera’s chest then gently, but firmly, pressing her onto the bed. “In the center of the bed, on your back. The snacks will snack on each other now.”

She climbed on top of Amoera, positioned her body above the girl’s but facing the opposite direction. “Show your mistress you remember what you’ve learned,” she said, sitting on her face.

Amoera moaned hungrily and started eating the Faun out, wrapping her arms around her thick thighs and pulling her body down into hers. Meanwhile, the Faun leaned over Amoera’s body, spreading her legs open then burying her face there to eat her out.

The Faun was so skilled with her mouth that Amoera lost all sense of anything other than pleasure. The older woman used her whole mouth, not just her tongue. She found herself copying what the older woman was doing, thrilled the pleasure she was receiving was helping her bring more pleasure to the Faun.

When Amoera came she knew it was just the first of many climaxes to come. The Faun was not going to relent, she would not stop what she was doing till Amoera had made her cum. Amoera came three more times before that happened.

As the Faun came she’d lifted her pussy off Amoera’s face slightly. The flood of potent-smelling fluid that squirted onto her face took Amoera totally by surprise, not just because of how unexpected it was but because of how much there was.

But more than anything it was the smell that was so overpowering. A fragrant mix of cunt juices and a thick, musky almost piss-like undertone. The scent would linger on Amoera’s face all night, leaving her feeling like the Faun was an animal that had marked her. It was a primal thing that warmed her in ways she didn’t understand but knew she loved.

Hours later the smell still lingered in her nostrils as they lay together. The Faun was lounging, Amoera held in the crook of her arm. She was idly playing with Amoera’s hair, humming happily to herself as she stared up at the drying herbs and works of art hanging from the ceiling above them.

Amoera was watching her face, admiring how beautiful the woman was. She reached out to run a finger down one of her antlers. She gently brushed one of the Faun’s big furry ears, giggling nervously when it twitched. Amoera then moved the tip of her finger to the Faun’s cheek, gently touching each of the pretty white speckles spread across her face.

“I could lay here with you forever,” Amoera said softly, closing her eyes and nuzzling into the Faun’s naked, sweaty body. She twisted her face, moving her nose into the woman’s armpit and inhaled the smell soaked into the soft down-like hair she had there. “You’re perfect.”

“As are you, pretty-pretty,” the Faun said lazily as she continued to play with Amoera’s hair.

The girl shifted, moving her face towards the Faun’s. They kissed. Hands began to wander. Amoera could feel it beginning again, a soft easing into sex… no, not sex, this would be gentle lovemaking.

The night had gotten progressively kinkier as they’d gone on, the Faun always pushing Amoera into “new” acts of sexual depravity but not so far as to make the girl uncomfortable. It had been a firm education in sexual delights that had left her both drained and energized for more. Even when there had been flashes of pain, like a slap or spanking, it had come with tenderness that felt almost loving.

“I could stay here with you forever,” Amoera whispered, eager to begin again.

But they didn’t begin. The loving tender Faun was suddenly gone, the firm Mistress in her place. The Mistress’ hand in her pet’s hair, pulling Amoera’s face away from her own.

“But the pretty-pretty must leave,” she said, her other hand touching the collar on Amoera’s neck. “The night is nearly over and it is time for the pet to become Amoera Crimsonsign of the Sisterhood of Righteousness again. She must return to her keep with the stuffy Sisters where they suffocate the fire of her desires. She must go back to where none will touch her like so,” she said, sliding the hand away from the collar and down the front of Amoera’s body, squeezing a breast then moving down lower to knead her pussy.

Then the hand was quickly back at the collar, nimble fingers beginning to work to unfasten it.

“No,” Amoera said, hand flying to the Faun’s wrist to stop her. “Don’t. Please, I never want this to end.”

The Faun stopped undoing the collar but did not move her hand. “You would keep the collar on? Remain my fuck-pet?” She’d let go of her hair, let the hand slip between Amoera’s legs so she could rub her pussy again.

“Yesssss,” the girl moaned, leaning into her touch and trying to gently pull her other hand away from the collar.

“You would remain here as my pretty-pretty fuck-pet, no longer a member of the Sisterhood?”

Amoera started to say yes but paused.

“The pet thinks of her dream, doesn’t she? Of her friends she wishes to save. The dream that brought her to her Mistress. If the pet was to go back to being Amoera it would not be for her or the Sisterhood, it would be for them. To save them.”

“Y-yes,” Amoera whispered.

“But my lovely little pet,” the Faun said soothingly, slipping two fingers into Amoera, “you CAN save them by staying here. Becoming my pet will help you save them. They will come for you and the pet’s Mistress will help you save them ALL.”

“How,” Amoera whined, rocking her hips as the Faun fingered her.

“Later, my pet,” the woman whispered. “We will return to your dream later. But now you must decide. Would you keep the collar on? Remain my fuck-pet?”

“Oh gods, yes,” Amoera moaned, the Faun’s words pushing her over the edge into climax. “Yes, Mistress, YES!”

“Good girl,” the Faun whispered as she pulled her fingers out of Amoera. “Let us just hope the pet’s friends can be made into as good of girls as she has become.”

* * *

“There is still no sign of the Crimsonsign girl?”

“No, Commander Eldenbrow. None.”

The young Silver Elve sighed and rubbed her temples. “And no word of the Ranger, Naleath Evenbloom either?”

“No,” one of the senior staff members answered nervously.

“Vignette, you are the keep’s Master of Messages. Have you prepared the letter I asked you to?”

“Yes, Commander,” the woman replied, holding up a rolled-up and sealed piece of paper.

Commander Amaleen Eldenbrow nodded. “Send it. I know it will not look good for a new commander to be calling for aid so soon, but these are worrying developments. Two of our sisters disappearing may not be a coincidence. At this point I must assume both were taken.”

The other women at the table grumbled quietly, many looking like they’d like to speak up but none of them willing to be the first to do so.

“Do not hold back, sisters. You are here to advise,” Amaleen said. “Advise.”

“I do not think we should assume the Cimsonsign girl was taken,” someone said cautiously. Others nodded in agreement. “She IS a Blood Elve. It is in her cursed blood’s nature to become a pawn of The Corruption.”

“Perhaps she always was,” another woman suggested. “Although we do not speak his name, everyone at this table knows which perverse god was responsible for the Blood Elve’s creation. They say he can call them to his service at his will.”

“They say that,” Amaleen said coolly, “but we’ve seen much evidence it isn’t true.” She paused, took a deep breath then exhaled. “I understand how you all feel. I felt that way myself when I arrived here. Then I WATCHED the girl. Only for a short time, but as a Silver Elve I could see her in ways others cannot. The innocence I saw in her was staggering. She is perhaps the least touched by The Corruption of all in this castle.”

Riowondail cleared her throat and all eyes turned to her. It wasn’t often she spoke up at councils, so the strange little seer was always listened to when she did. “There was the dream the girl had. I’ve only shared it with the Commander, but I feel The Corruption WAS trying to reach her. And it was not long after sharing the dream with me that she disappeared.”

“So you think she’s been corrupted?” Amaleen asked.

“I cannot say,” Riowondail replied. “My visions of the future have been clouded of late… ever-changing and hard to see through the fog of shifting fates.”

“What of the other young ones?” someone asked.

“The ‘girl squad’?” someone replied, chuckling at the name that had been given to the tight-knit group of young initiates.

“Yes. They all show such promise but they were close to the Blood Elve. We must handle this with care. They will be protective of her and will not be easily convinced their friend has been corrupted if that is what happened.”

“We should be watching them.”

“No! They are all so young. We watch them too close they may feel the need to rebel.”

“But we can’t hide the truth from them! They MUST be warned about the danger the Blood Elve could pose.”

“Ladies, calm,” Amaleen said, holding a hand up to draw their attention. “They WILL be warned, but carefully.”

She paused and looked around the table, making eye contact with them one by one. “I want you all to think about how you’ve talked about the girl today. I want you all to think about how you’ve TREATED her during her time here. I want you to think about all she did to try and earn your trust, to show she deserved to be here.”

Many of the women at the table lowered their eyes and looked ashamed.

“If she’s left us and wasn’t taken there might still be hope she could return to us. But I fear that IF she returned it wouldn’t be so she could come back to the Sisterhood, she’d be coming back to her friends. Let us hope that if she’s begun to fall to The Corruption the friendships she’s forged here can save her. Allowing her friends the chance to save her is the least of what we owe them all.”

* * *

“Bring me the herbs in that jar over there, my pet,” the Forest Witch commanded Amoera.

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said with a subservient bow.

The young woman in the hut with them watched the exotic, red-skinned Elve go to retrieve the herbs. “Is that girl your servant?” She was staring at Amoera’s body, clearly scandalized by her near lack of clothing. Aside from her collar and cuffs Amoera wore only a semi-transparent piece of cloth that was wrapped around her chest along with a short skirt made of the same material.

“The pet is a servant, yes,” the Forest Witch said without looking up from the potion she was brewing. When Amoera handed her the requested herbs she dropped them into a mortar then handed it and a pestle to the girl. “Grind,” she commanded.

“She’s very pretty,” the woman said anxiously.

The Forest Witch looked over her shoulder, grinning devilishly at the woman. “Such a jealous pretty-pretty, isn’t it? A boy she lusts after has eyes for another in her village and she rages quietly. She comes to the Forest Witch for a potion, a way to gain his attention. But perhaps the pretty-pretty looks to sate her lusts in the wrong place?”

She turned and sauntered towards the woman, swaying her hips and making her skirts flow from side to side. “A man can be a fun prize to steal away but perhaps the pretty-pretty would like a fun diversion before returning to do so?” As she walked up to the woman she reached out to brush her cheek.

“No,” the woman said, pulling away. “I… No… Not with a woman. I’d not… never. I’m sorry.”

The Forest Witch laughed, a kind soothing laugh that showed the rebuff did not anger or hurt her. “One cannot have all they want,” she said, turning from her. “But should the charms of the prize ever be found to be wanting come back to the Forest Witch.”

“What do I owe you,” she asked, uncomfortable and hoping to change the subject.

“A few coins,” the Forest Witch replied as she returned to the potion. Amoera handed her the ground herbs and she began slowly pouring them into the brew as she mixed it. “A treasured bauble, perhaps. Or maybe a promise to return to the witch and let her show the pretty-pretty what men can’t offer her.”

“I have money,” the woman said quickly, pulling out a coin pouch. “It’s not much, but…”

The Forest Witch waved Amoera towards the woman. “Go, pet, you’ll know what is right to take.”

Amoera bowed then went to the woman. When she handed Amoera the coin pouch she saw the woman’s hands were shaking. She’s as afraid of me as she is my Mistress. Look how she just dropped the coin pouch in my hand, like she’s afraid to touch me. Amoera liked that. She liked the idea that she could be viewed with as much reverence and fear as her Mistress was.

“These are all my Mistress requires,” Amoera said, taking a few coins out of the pouch before returning it.

“That’s all?” the woman asked.

Amoera nodded and turned her back to her, returning to her place by her Mistress’ side. She grinned once the woman couldn’t see her face, enjoying the small display of power over the woman. She’d turned her back on her like she was nothing. Imagining the woman shaking with fear behind her thrilled her, although why she wanted to make the woman uncomfortable wasn’t something she wanted to think about at that moment.

So Amoera turned her attention to the coins in her hand. I don’t even know what she does with the money. She’ll tell me to set them down on a table and next time I look they’ll just be gone. And I’ve never seen her spend money. She leaves the cabin but she’s never absent long enough to have gone to one of the villages or towns these people come from. I don’t even know where the food we eat comes from. It’s almost like things she wants or needs just… appear.

“Bottle, pet,” the Forest Witch commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera said with a bow. She helped the Forest Witch pour the freshly brewed potion then stood back, knowing her services would not be needed till the woman was gone. Till then she was much like a piece of furniture, there when needed but forgotten till then.

“The pretty-pretty will need to put a heavy drop in their prize’s drink or food once a day till the potion is empty,” the forest Witch said as she held the bottle up. She tipped it over, the stopper in it preventing its contents from spilling out. “Like so, see? This much.”

“And then he’ll want me?” the woman asked, excited as she reached for the potion.

The Forest Witch, much taller than the woman, held it higher in the air out of her reach. “Yes. But the pretty-pretty must not be impatient. The whole bottle must be used before she claims her prize with the hole between her legs. The prize will want her before then but the pretty-pretty must wait. If she claims her prize too soon the magic will not last. Does the pretty-pretty understand?”

“Yes,” she said as she greedily reached for the potion.

“Then she will take the potion and leave the Forest Witch to her other business. Pet, see the guest out.”

After Amoera closed the door behind the woman she leaned her head against it. She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the emotions she was feeling.

“Why do you only flirt with the women?” she asked, hating how needy and hurt she sounded. “Never the men. But every woman. Ever. Single. One. And so many give in to your charms…” her voice trailed off, memories coming back to her. She always enjoyed it in the moment. She enjoyed watching and enjoyed it even more when she was used as a prop during the fun. But afterward…

 “My pet is a jealous thing,” the Faun declared.

Amoera turned to her, ashamed of herself. It’s the Forest Witch that does those things, not the Faun. The Faun loves me, she’d never hurt me. But they are both my Mistress.

The Faun’s back was to Amoera as she cleaned up after the brewing of the potion. She spoke to Amoera with maddening calmness. “This Faun, this Forest Witch, she only plays with the women. Only one man is for her, the one that is her master.”

This was far from the first time she’d referred to her master, but Amoera knew by now not to ask about him. It’s hard to believe anyone could be her ‘master’. She IS the master of all, even the forest around us. What power could be greater than her?

“What do you mean when you say ‘this Faun’ like that?” Amoera asked as she went to help her Mistress clean up. “I used to think you said it like that because you… I don’t know, were making it clear you weren’t any other Faun. But sometimes it feels almost like there are other Forest Witches out there, other Fauns like you. Like you’re just a copy.”

There was silence for a long time as they cleaned, so long Amoera thought her Mistress wasn’t going to answer. When she finally spoke it was with slow, calm, carefully chosen words. “This Faun does not know the answers to such questions nor does she wish to. She does what she is meant to. She knows what she needs to know when she needs to know it, nothing more.

“I know the pretty-pretty who has just left will NOT be patient. The first time the prize she seeks shows interest in what is between her legs she’ll mount him, sopping wet and eagerly letting him fill her with his seed. Her joy will be short-lived. The magic of the potion will not hold. There will be anger. Broken hearts. A man will start down a dark path. A woman who once was destined for great things will have her future altered to follow another path.”

“But why?” Amoera asked.

The Faun looked at Amoera, staring into her eyes for a long time. “This Faun does not know. But it is what her master wants and what he wants is what the power he serves desires. Alaria must be changed. This Faun is happy to do her part,” she said, pausing and then letting the serious expression on her face ease into a sultry smile. “Especially when she is rewarded for her hard work by being sent such tasty snacks.”

She backed up, slowly hiking her skirts up to reveal her knit stockings then her juicy thighs and finally her pussy. She sat in a chair, sinking into it and spreading her legs. “The Faun HAS worked hard,” she declared. “The potion requires more than just what is mixed into it. The Faun is drained and needs to be snacked upon. Come, my pet, come feast on me. You’ll find the moist meal I’ve prepared quite flavorful.”

Amoera came to her, greedy and eager to have her face between her Mistress’ legs. As she ate her out she savored the woman’s strong taste, not caring at the moment that she was only so wet and fragrant because the woman that had been visiting had aroused her. While she pleasured her Mistress she pleasured herself, fingering her pussy and moaning in delight. When the Faun came she came, the joy of bringing her Mistress that pleasure enough to push her over the edge into the same pleasure.

The Faun, sated, remained in the chair lounging with her legs spread wide open. Amoera turned around and leaned back, resting her face on one of her thighs so her Mistress could play with her hair.

As they lounged and gently caressed each other Amoera’s mind wandered back to what they had been talking about before they’d fallen into the throes of passion. “You said I was sent to as a reward,” she said. “But… no one sent me. I chose to come to you.”

The Faun chuckled, playing with Amoera’s hair. “Really?” she asked. “No one sent this pretty-pretty to me? Oh, my tasty snack, you still know so little. We serve the same master you and I, you just don’t realize it yet. And you’re not ready to accept it, not even ready to know his name. But in time you will. Till then, we shall have this bliss you and I share. The Mistress and her pet.”

“I love you,” Amoera whispered.

“The pet has many feelings,” the Faun replied. “She is still learning how to feel them. She must keep feeling them. Does she miss her friends? Does she realize yet she loved them?”

“I- Yes. Will I ever see them again?”

“Yes,” the Faun replied. “Perhaps sooner than the pet realizes. But she must be ready. It is what the Faun must do, to prepare the pet for that moment.”

“When will it be,” Amoera asked, twisting to look up at the Faun.

The woman had her head back, resting it on the top of the chair with her eyes closed. “When the pet is ready,” she replied. “And only then.”

* * *

“I heard the Alchemist talking about Amoera today,” Emiko whispered to the other girls sitting with her at the dining table.

“What were they saying?” Resi asked.

“We know what they were saying,” Peare replied quickly, griping a fork in her hand till her knuckles were white. “They think she’s turned evil.”

“You know it’s not that simple,” Dunla chided her. “They think The Corruption has taken her.”

“Of course you’d buy all that ‘corruption’ bullshit,” Peare practically growled. “You’ve been fed the Sisterhood’s dogma since the day you were born. You’ve got that ‘great destiny’ to meet, just like your mother and her mother and her mother before her. Well, I didn’t grow up in the Sisterhood like some of you. I’ve SEEN what the world can be like, that’s why I’m here. I don’t know if some all-powerful evil force is out to change Alaria and I don’t care. I know our friend is missing and she’s in trouble and they don’t seem to be doing anything about it. We should be doing something if they won’t.”

“What do you want us to do about it?” Dunla asked Peare. She reached across the table, placing a hand on one of the Faun’s hands. “We all miss her. We’re all worried. If there was something we COULD do we’d do it.”

“Even if THEY didn’t want us to?” Peare asked, nodding to the senior staff sitting at the high table at the front of the hall.

“Of course,” Dunla replied, sounding so surprised by Peare’s comment it caught the Faun girl off guard. She looked at Dunla and blinked as if she was seeing her friend for the first time. “What?” Dunla asked, pulling her hand away and laughing nervously.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you,” Peare said, holding a hand up to silence the tall Human girl so she could continue. “That’s what you all say, ‘shitty Peare is being shitty again’. I thought you were a spoiled, babied brat. And maybe you were, but Dunla? I think maybe they are right about you. You’re going to be a great leader one day.”

Dunla blushed. “Thank you, Peare, but where is this all coming from?”

Peare shrugged. “I don’t know. Things just feel… different.”

“I had the dream again,” Teldy said quietly after the table fell silent. The others all looked at her. “I think I remembered part of it.”

“Tell us.”

“Amoera was there and… I don’t know. I can’t remember more than that,” she said, blushing and looking away.

The others let the pudgy, shy Night Elve girl return to her meal. Peare, however, stared at her for a long time. Later, after the meal when they had down time between training lessons she cornered her when no one was around.

“There was more to your dream that you’re not telling the others,” she told Teldy, arms braced on a wall she’d backed the Night Elve against. “Tell me.”

“Peare, you’re scaring me,” Teldy said meekly, shoulders hunching forward as the girl sunk in on herself.

“It has to do with the Forest Witch, doesn’t it?”

Teldy’s eyes grew large. “H-how do you know that?”

One of Peare’s deer-like ears twitched. “I can… feel it. She’s the only Faun nearby. We have that herd thing. I’m drawn to her… and I get these… I can’t explain it, but I can feel it sometimes when people think about her.”

“I should tell someone,” Teldy said, brow furrowed and biting her lip. “I know I should. But if they think she went to the Forest Witch it will just convince them they are right about her. But Amoera ISN’T bad. She’s the goodest thing I’ve ever seen.”

 Peare kept her hands against the wall, keeping the quivering Night Elve pinned to the wall between them. “You’re thinking with your pussy,” she said then shook her head. “I’m sorry, that was shitty.” She paused, looking into Teldy’s eyes. “It’s more than that, isn’t it? You love her, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Teldy whispered.

“You’re right,” Peare said after a moment. “Amoera IS good. She is worth loving. Worth saving. So DON’T tell anyone about your dream, don’t ever suggest Amoera is in any way tied to the Forest Witch.”

“Okay, Peare. Can… can you let me go now?”

Peare dropped her arms and stepped back. As Teldy walked away she called after her. “Teldy? You’ll tell me though, right? If you have another dream? A clearer one? Especially if it has to do with the witch?”

“Sure, Peare.”

Liar, the Faun thought as she watched the chubby little Elve waddle away. But I’ll know if you do.

* * *

“The pretty-pretty with the big ass will be by later to pick up the charms and incense we have been making for her,” the Forest Witch told her servant. “But this one has more work to do and I already know the big-assed pretty-pretty will not be enticed to play. So let’s plan on a little playtime before she gets here, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera said excitedly.

“Not yet, my impatient pet,” the Forest Witch said, calming Amoera. “I’ve more work to do. Magic to twist into the charms. More aromatics to add to the soaking mix that will be dipped and turned into the stupefying incense. I will work but the pet will prepare for playtime.”

“How, Mistress?”

“A game,” the Forest Witch replied. “The pet will come, right here,” she said, pointing to the ground near where she was working. “She will get down, bending her knees like she’s kneeling but staying on her feet. She will play with her pretty little pussy. She will pleasure herself to thoughts of her past playtimes with her Mistress. She’ll think about things she wants her Mistress to do to her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera said, bouncing with excitement as she went to join her Mistress. She was already playing with herself by the time she got into the position her Mistress wished her to be in.

“The pet will get her Mistress excited and wet for playtime. The pet will make her pretty little cunt wet so it will be noisy when she fingers herself. She will pant loudly. She will do all she can to draw her Mistress’ attention away from her work.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera said, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes as she started to pant. She’d work herself up till she was drooling, till she was so dizzy with lust she’d feel like her brain was melting. She’d done it so many times now and each time always felt better than the last.

“What a good girl,” the Forest Witch told Amoera, patting her on the head. “The pet follows orders so well. She learns so fast. Perhaps she IS ready. Tonight there will be a treat. Tonight the pet will learn a bit of the truth she is always asking about.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amoera panted.

* * *

“The pet will show her Mistress.”

Amoera stood, naked except for her collar and cuffs. “Do I look pretty?” she asked, curtsying.

“The pet always looks pretty to this one,” the Faun replied. “But perhaps this Faun’s eyes are addled by affection. Does the pet look ready? Does the pet FEEL ready?”

“I think so,” Amoera said meekly. She still didn’t know what was happening, who or what she was being taken to. She just knew they were leaving the cabin, something she didn’t do very often, especially with her Mistress. Even when they left the confines of the cabin together she’d never seen the Faun leave her garden of delights. She knew the Faun COULD go further out into the forest, she’d just never seen it happen.

“The pet is as ready as she is,” the Faun declared. “The master will know how much can be revealed. Come, pet, time to face your destiny.”

“You’re taking me to meet…” she stopped, unsure what to say.

“Perhaps. He will decide how ready you are. Come, through the door.”

Amoera stopped at the door, hand on the handle but hesitant to open it. The Faun stood behind her, a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “The pet will take as much time as she needs,” she said softly. “And if she is not ready to go through the door then she will try another night.”

This is important.

A voice in her mind, her own. Or was it?

You came here to save your friends. This is the way. This is how you will save them. You must go through the door into the night. You must allow me to see you.

Not her voice then. Yet it was something that had always been part of her, just suppressed and ignored.

Amoera opened the door but did not walk through it. She looked out into the night, at the Faun’s garden of delights. It was different than the last time she’d seen it, but it usually was. There always seemed to be different art in different places. Instead of the art lining a narrow path leading to the door there was a large open area in front of the cabin, the art standing sentinel around its edge, turned slightly and facing one part of the edge of the forest.

The garden of delights was lit with fireflies as it always was at night, but this night they looked different. Their light was not a vibrant yellow-white, but a dark red. It made it look like the dense forest pulled in tight around the garden of delights was on fire.

There’s no path away from the cabin. There has ALWAYS been a path away from the cabin. And look how dense the forest is. Could I push past those trees and head out into the forest if I wanted to? No… it’s like a cage right now.

“The only cage the pet lives in is the one she’s made for herself,” the Faun declared.

Amoera was unsure whether the words were supposed to be reassuring or not. She felt they were important, but she didn’t know why.

“The pet has doubts. The pet is realizing how little she knows. How dumb the pretty-pretty is. This is good. The pet has begun to see. To see herself, to see women for what they are. But can she see a man, one that matters? REALLY see him? See the only man that has ever mattered to her? Her master? The one who made her?”

“My father’s not out there,” Amoera said darkly. “He’s dead. I killed him.”

The Faun put both hands on Amoera’s shoulders, nuzzling the back of her head as she made a calming “shhhhh” sound in her ear. “That man is not out there. He was cruel. He was a tool that served its purpose when he took your mother against her will and made you. He was cruel to her. To you. But it was all necessary to forge the Amoera. You needed the strength that anger burned into you so you could end his life. The burning passion of murder scared you, so you ran to the Sisterhood to hide. All of it brought you here, all of it meant to happen to make the pet who and what she is.”

Amoera was shaking. She’d long ago stopped wondering how the Faun knew things. But this? No one knew about what had happened with her father or why she’d joined the Sisterhood. It wasn’t the murder, it was the things she felt after it. Those strong feelings had scared her so much she went to the one place where she knew she could learn to hide strong feelings like that, to hide from them. To hide from herself.

“I don’t want to hide anymore,” Amoera whispered.

While still holding her shoulders the Faun leaned down and brushed her lips against Amoera’s ear making the girl quiver. “Then walk through the door,” she whispered. “Go to meet your destiny and see if he comes. Go see if he thinks you are ready. You need not do it alone. This Faun will come with you. I’ll be there the whole time, my pet.”

“You’ll keep me safe?” Amoera asked.

“I’ll help you meet your destiny,” the Faun replied, not answering her question.

Amoera took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stepped through the door.

“Can you feel him coming?” the Faun whispered in her ear as she held on to Amoera’s shoulders and followed the girl.

“Yes,” Amoera whispered back. “The power…”

“You see now how insignificant the Forest Witch is? You’ve felt awe and fear at my power, but it is nothing compared to his.”

They slowly walked out into the clearing. The red fireflies swarmed around them, pulling their light in with them to leave the edge of the forest only shadows faintly lit by flickering red light.

“He’s nearly here,” the Faun whispered. “You see where he will come?” she asked, pointing to the point in the forest’s edge where the art was all looking.

“Yes,” Amoera replied.

“We will go closer to present you to him. But I think he will not present himself, not tonight. The pet is not ready.”

“Who is he?”

“The pet will know when she is meant to.” They stopped at the edge of where the fireflies’ light began to die off. “Back straight. Arms behind you. Chest out. Let him see his possession.”

Amoera was shaking. She could FEEL him. The power radiating towards her was overwhelming and suffocating yet calling her forward. The Faun had to tighten her grip on Amoera’s shoulder to keep her from stumbling forward.

“What is he,” Amoera whispered as a massive shadow began to edge into sight in the woods where they stared. The forest seemed to grow larger to accommodate the looming figure’s size. It stood nearly twice her height, but there was a sense that this height was only a shadow of the figure’s true presence.

The Faun leaned in, putting her lips on Amoera’s ear. “He is a god,” she whispered.

His shadow drew closer. Still no discernible features, only that it was male. As soon as she understood the maleness of the shape she was drawn further forward.

“It is not time for that,” the Faun whispered. “You must wait. The master wants only to see you tonight.”

Amoera watched as the shadow moved closer. It remained the vague outline of a massive muscular man. Did it have horns? Perhaps. Something was becoming clearer, a part of the figure. The most male part of it.

“His manhood,” Amoera whispered. “It’s immense. It’s terrifying.”

“And you’ve never been wetter,” the Faun whispered.

“Yes,” Amoera moaned, quivering.

“You can touch yourself. He’d like that.”

“How do you know,” Amoera moaned as she pulled her hands from behind her back so she could rub her pussy.

“I just do. All his servants do.”

A moment later Amoera was furiously masturbating, panting and moaning as she stared at the massive red cock standing erect before her. “I can’t hear it,” she whimpered. “I can’t hear him. I can feel him calling to me, but I can’t hear it.” She panted harder. Masturbated more furiously. Felt herself rising closer to climax yet it remained just out of reach, just like her master’s voice.

“The pet is not ready yet. But she will be soon. For now you will show your master your body. You will focus on his godly cock. You will indulge in the manly glory of it. You will hunger for cock. You will drip and gush with desire for cock.”

“Yes,” Amoera moaned, quivering, and rubbing herself more furiously. “Cock,” she gasped, plunging two fingers into herself as she tried to imagine what having one in her would feel like.

The Faun reached around Amoera and began playing with her small breasts, helping her approach climax. The cock before them grew harder in appreciation and as it did so the divine, overwhelming power radiating from it increased.

“Does she please you, Master?” the Faun asked.

A huge bead of precum began to leak from the massive cock.

“You see how you please our master?”

“I see,” Amoera gasped. “I have to cum for him,” she panted. She knew she had to yet she couldn’t. Was he preventing it? Was she doing something wrong? Maybe she needed to need him more.

“You want to cum for him or you know he wants you to cum for him?”

“I know he wants it! I can feel him. He IS my Master. He always was.” She gasped and bucked against her hands. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her tongue fell out of her mouth as she drooled on herself.

“What is his name?”

“I don’t know,” Amoera gasped, so close to cumming she felt she was about to break into tears.

“You will. For now think about that huge, godly cock. Think about how good that precum would taste. How much you could enjoy licking and sucking on that mighty cock. I have. It’s glorious.”

“Gods, yes!”

“Not ‘gods’. One god. YOUR god. Stare at that cock. Imagine it on you. IN you.”

“Nnngh! It wouldn’t fit!” Amoera moaned, pulling her two fingers out of her sopping wet cunt hole then thrust four in.

“It would. He’s a god, he’d make it. I’ve had it in me. Nothing in the world can compare. Try to imagine it, my pet. Imagine the cock of your god inside of your needy gushing cunt.”

“Oh god. Oh god! I’m going to… to… I’m cumming!”

“And you’ll keep cumming. He likes you. He will make you cum and cum and cum some more. Enjoy it. Indulge in it.”

“Yesssss! Oh, god, yes. I can feel it, the pleasure… the indulgence. Twisting me. Corrupting me! I’m his, I’ve always been his!”

“What is his name?”

“Baedor, God of Sexual Indulgence! The Red God. Highest servant of The Corruption. He is my master. He made me, made all Blood Elves!” Amoera shouted it all as she came. It was more than an orgasm, it was a holy revelation she felt not just in mind and body but in her soul.

And then it was over. The moment her climax began to wane the god retreated into the shadows, his cock the last thing to disappear. The moment he was gone Amoera fell to her knees, sobbing hysterically as the receding power let her realize how overwhelming it had been.

“It is okay, my pet,” the Faun said, kneeling in the dirt beside her and wrapping her arms protectively around Amoera. “It is never easy for a mortal to meet a god.”

The small girl turned to the Faun, burying her face in her chest as she wrapped her arms around her. She clung to the Faun, her hysterical sobs slowly calming. “W-why didn’t you… h-how did you remain so calm?”

The Faun shrugged. “This Faun is not mortal, not like you. The pretty-pretty knows this. No more lies, not to herself anymore, yes?”

“Yes,” Amoera said with one last sob. “That was terrifying. Baedor is the Sisterhood’s greatest adversary. They fear him so much they don’t even like to say his him. But that’s not why I’m terrified.”

“You were scared of how much you want to serve him,” the Faun said.

“Yes.”

“By how much you want to serve his cock.”

There was a long silence. Finally, pulling away from the Faun, Amoera shook her head. “I think I do,” she said uncertainly. “Maybe I’m just not ready yet.”

The Faun put a finger under Amoera’s chin, lifting her face and looking into her eyes. “No, you are not. No cock for the pretty-pretty yet. But the pet IS ready for more. Can the pet feel it now? The blessing of Baedor in her blood? He made you. Not directly, but your father, he made him a Blood Elve.”

Amoera stared into the Faun’s eyes, lips quivering and a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

“The pet must not cry. He was a wicked man, but he had a purpose. He made you. The Master needed you to be made so you could join the Sisterhood and finally end up here. Amoera the Blood Elve is important. Amoera the Blood Elve is more than a pet. She has power. Can the pet feel the power Baedor has given his new favorite Blood Elve?”

“Yes,” Amoera whispered, shaking. “I feel it.”

“The pet will use it. Call to one of them. You miss them. They miss you. Perhaps the tasty snack that loves you in a way the others do not? Show her how to sneak away. Show her how to get to you. Call her and she will come.”

* * *

Teldy woke with a gasp, finding herself covered in sweat. Her whole body was shaking. The dream had been so clear this time, yet different.

“Amoera,” she whispered. “I’ll come to you.”

The plump Night Elve slipped out of bed and began dressing. She put on her favorite dress, the one with the layered skirts and loose top that helped hide how plump she was. She put her belt on, slipping her wand into the holster hanging off it. She looked around her room, grabbed a travel pack and threw a few things in it. Then she grabbed a cloak and threw it over herself.

“I’m coming for you Amoera,” she whispered. “You showed me the way. You showed me how to sneak out of the Keep. I know you’re with the wicked Forest Witch. But I can’t tell anyone, not even Peare. I have to save you first, then we can convince them all they were wrong about you.”

* * *

Peare had felt Teldy’s dream. She’d woken and known. She threw her clothing on, grabbed all her gear, and armed herself.

Teldy was going to try and save Amoera from the Forest Witch but she was going to try to go alone. Peare wasn’t going to let her. But she knew she couldn’t confront her friend. Teldy was too shy, too scared of too many things. She’d chicken out.

But if I follow her without her knowing…

It was easier than she thought it would be. Teldy was not a very observant girl and the glowing chubby unicorns she summoned to light her way made her even easier to follow AND made it so Teldy was less likely to notice she was being tailed by someone in the dark.

But how is she planning on getting out of the keep? They will never let her through the front gates. There isn’t any other way out, is there?

When she saw Teldy open the secret passage she understood she’d been shown it in the dream. She knew Amoera had shown Teldy in the dream, but only knew this because the Forest Witch had wanted her to. Her herd connection to the evil woman was growing stronger with every day. She could feel how she had bewitched Amoera, how she was using her to manipulate Teldy.

Peare put her hand on the handle of the sword she had hanging from her hip. Not anymore. I don’t know why the Sisterhood has refused to deal with the Forest Witch but tonight I end her. I end her and save Amoera and Teldy. I save every one of them. I just have to be careful… remain hidden till I’m given an opening. The witch first, then I can worry about the others.

* * *

“This place is beautiful,” Teldy whispered, letting her unicorn lights fade from existence and marveling at the “lanterns” filled with firefly swarms. “Not just beautiful but magical.” She stopped, closed her eyes, and inhaled slowly. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so much magic in one place. Arcane. Divine. Druidic. Like I’m not even in a physical place anymore.”

As she wandered down the winding path, admiring the strange art hung all around, she was so lost in the beauty of the place she began to forget why she was there. When she reached the garden of delights she was further entranced, marveling at the artwork. She was so engrossed with it that she’d barely noticed the cabin. She didn’t see the door open. She didn’t notice the figure standing in the doorway, the bright lights from inside the cabin making it just a silhouette.

“Hello, Teldy.”

Teldy jumped, squeaking in surprise. “Amoera!” She dashed towards the cabin then stopped, suddenly remembering where she was. She drew her wand, lowered her brow, and narrowed her eyes. “Where’s the Forest Witch?”

“She’s around,” Amoera said calmly, remaining standing in the door so Teldy couldn’t see more than her outline. “She never goes far from her cabin. I don’t think she can. I think maybe she’s tied to it, or it’s tied to her. She’s not real like you and me. And for now, it is just you and me.”

“I missed you,” Teldy said, lowering her wand. “I’m here to rescue you. Come on, before she returns.” She moved closer to Amoera, holding her free hand out.

“Thank you,” Amoera said, her voice serenely calm. “But I don’t need saving, YOU do.”

“I don’t understand,” Teldy replied, lowering her outstretched arm and gripping her wand tighter.

“I know you don’t. I’ll help you understand. What’s important right now is that you know I’m not being imprisoned. The only cage I’ve ever been in was the one I made for myself. You have a cage you’ve built for yourself, too.” She reached her arm out. “Come on, Teldy, I’ve so much to show you. Let me free you from your cage.”

Teldy cautiously moved towards her friend. Her wand was held tight and ready to use, the tip glowing with purple light the same shade as her skin.

When Amoera stepped back into the light of the cabin Teldy gasped. “You ARE being held prisoner,” she said, rushing into the cabin after Amoera. “Look at you! That wicked witch is making you walk around naked. And is that collar enchanted? The cuffs too? Let me try and break their magic, I’ll free you.” She was so focused on Amoera that she hadn’t noticed the door to the cabin had closed behind her.

“I told you, Teldy, I’m not a prisoner. I like being naked,” she said, curtsying. When she stood up she stretched her arms out and slowly spun around. “I have a beautiful body. I want to show it off.” She stopped when her back was to Teldy, looking playfully over her shoulder at her. “You’ve always liked my body, haven’t you, Teldy?”

The Night Elve blushed, the light purple skin on her cheeks flushing magenta.

“If you’re not being held prisoner why do you have the collar and the cuffs on? You look like a sex slave…” She was quiet. Meek. Trying to meet Amoera’s eyes but struggling not to drink in the sight of the other girl’s naked body. She held her hands together in front of her, barely aware of how she was pressing them into her womanhood, using the butt of her wand to massage herself there.

“Because I choose to,” Amoera said, swaying her hips as she walked towards Teldy. “I like the way they feel. I like that when I put them on I became a pet. And you know what’s strange? I think when I became her pet she became mine as much as I became hers. I LIKE serving her. I don’t want to be independent. I want to be looked after.”

When she got to Teldy she reached up, brushing one of her chubby cheeks with the back of her slender hand. “Don’t you ever want to be taken care of, Teldy? I could take care of you. I know how to do that now, to take care of women.”

Amoera pulled away then stalked sexily across the room before turning back to face Teldy as she sat in one of the large, comfortable chairs the Faun was so fond of lounging in. She let her body slump back into the chair as she sat, spreading her legs open as she took up a pose of relaxed sensual confidence.

“I know you want me,” Amoera purred, placing a finger on either side of her outer labia then spreading her lips open slightly. “I know you’ve always wanted me.”

She kept her eyes locked on Teldy’s but began playing with herself. “I’ve wanted you too. We were both just too shy to admit it, not just to each other but to ourselves. But we don’t have to deny it anymore. Come on, Teldy. Come let me teach you what I’ve learned in the enchanted forest of delights and pleasures.” She paused, dipped two fingers into herself and moaned indecently. “Let me give you everything you’ve always wanted.”

Teldy’s wand dropped to the floor, clattering loudly before rolling away to disappear under a table. “I want you so badly,” the girl whined, rubbing herself through her dress.

“Then come have me,” Amoera moaned back invitingly.

“I… I don’t know how,” Teldy whispered, blushing again and looking away from Amoera. She shivered as she heard the moist sound of Amoera pulling her fingers out of her pussy. She so desperately wanted to look up but she couldn’t. Instead, she hunched her shoulders forward and pulled into herself. “I want to, but I can’t…”

“You can,” Amoera whispered into her ear.

The unexpected feel of the other girl’s breath on her highly sensitive Elven ear made Teldy quiver, her knees growing so weak she almost collapsed. “Amoera,” she moaned, looking up, unsure how her friend had gotten across the room to her so quickly and without making a sound.

Amoera leaned in, nuzzling her face against Teldy’s in invitation.

“I don’t know how,” the plump girl whispered as she leaned into Amoera, turning slightly as she did so she could rest her forehead on the girl’s shoulder.

Amoera wrapped her arms around the other girl, stroking her back with one hand while running the fingers of her other hand through Teldy’s long, curly blue hair. “I can show you,” Amoera whispered.

“Okay,” Teldy replied, whispering into Amoera’s shoulder.

Amoera slowly pulled away, placing a finger under the girl’s chin and lifting her face to look at her. She was aware of how much she was copying the Faun’s movements. But it was more than that. She’d been given some of the woman’s magic. No, she thought. I’ve always had it. She just helped me learn how to use it.

She let her finger fall from Teldy’s face and took two steps back. “We’ll start simple. Slow. Show me your body, Teldy. Take your clothes off and let me see you like no one has ever seen you before.”

Teldy began shyly stripping, keeping her head down and her shoulders hunched forward. Under her dress she wore a simple black bralette and baggy underwear more like a man’s than a woman’s.

“You don’t need to hide yourself from me, Teldy. You’re beautiful.”

“I’m not beautiful,” Teldy said to the floor as she stood there in her underwear. “I’m fat. I’m not pretty and thin like you.”

“No, Teldy, you’re pretty like YOU. And you’re not fat, you’re just a bit chubby. It’s nice. I’m looking forward to how soft your body is going to be against mine. Now keep going. I want to see your breasts.”

“Not yet,” Teldy replied, continuing to speak to the floor. “They are too big and gross. I’ve got some Human blood, but almost no one can tell unless they see my breasts. I know it’s made them saggy…”

“Then take your briefs off.”

“Okay,” Teldy replied, slipping her thumbs into the garment then pushing it down to let it drop to her ankles.

“Mmmmmm. Look at those big juicy thighs. I LIKE thighs,” Amoera said with an indecent, predatory moan she’d heard the Faun make more times than she could count. “I like licking them. Kissing them. Caressing them. Having my head between them. Laying on them after my passions are sated. Do you think you’d like me to do any of that?”

“Maybe…” Teldy told the floor. “I don’t really know what happens once the last of my clothes are off.”

“Take them off and find out,” Amoera purred with greedy impatience.

Teldy carefully took her bralette off, shrugging it to the ground as she placed her hands over her breasts and held them up. “They are ugly and fat.”

Amoera stepped up to her, so close Teldy could feel her breath. The Blood Elve made Teldy look up. She gently grabbed hold of her wrists. “I want to see you,” Amoera cooed, gently pulling Teldy’s hands away from her breasts then stepping back to look at what had been revealed.

She’s right, Amoera thought, you CAN see the Human in her when you look at her breasts. They sag naturally, a little too naturally for an Elven woman, especially one so young. But it makes them look so much better. They seem so heavy, so natural.

“Your breasts aren’t ugly,” Amoera told Teldy. She stalked around the girl, forcing the shaking naked Night Elve to keep eye contact with her. Once she was behind her she stepped up to her, pressing her naked body into Teldy’s back. “You’re so soft and warm,” Amoera whispered in her ear.

Amoera wrapped her hands around Teldy’s body, placing them on her pudgy belly then sliding them up till she reached the girl’s large breasts. She cupped them, lifting them gently to feel their weight. Then she slid her hands further up, letting the weight of Teldy’s heavy breasts shift their mass. She grabbed them, gently at first then a squeeze then a squish.

“These are the sexiest, heaviest, biggest tits I’ve ever had in my hands,” Amoera moaned into Teldy’s ear as she played with her breasts. “You’re perfect and I want you.”

“Gods I want you too,” Teldy whimpered as Amoera began to play with her nipples.

She twisted around, pressing her chest into Amoera’s and leaning in to kiss her. Her lips were uncertain of what to do when they met the Blood Elve’s but Amoera gently led the way. Their mouths opened to each other. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Teldy held Amoera tight as they hungrily made out while Amoera’s hands wandered all over Teldy’s body, groping, caressing, and teasing.

When they pulled apart Amoera was panting with desire. “Your body is so soft and thick. I need more of it.” She put a hand flat on Teldy’s upper chest and firmly led her to the bed.

Teldy looked over her shoulder as they neared it. “That’s the witch’s bed,” she said dumbly, stopping.

“She won’t mind,” Amoera replied, grabbing the other girl’s shoulders and turning her around so her back was to the bed and Teldy was facing it. “I have permission to do whatever I want with you for however long I want.”

“Permission?” Teldy asked. She looked confused. The desire-filled, muddled look that had been on her face falling away. Teldy looked around the room, seeming to see the cabin for the first time. “Amoera… what’s going on? What is this place? The magic here… I don’t think you can feel it like I can. I… I don’t know if this place is really real. What is going on?”

Amoera grabbed her hand. “You’re coming onto the bed with me, that’s what’s going on,” she said hopping up onto the bed and pulling Teldy after her.

Teldy squeaked and landed in the Blood Elve’s lap facing her. When she started to pull away Amoera wrapped her hands around the girl and pulled her body in, burying her face in one of the girl’s large breasts.

Teldy moaned and rocked her hips as Amoera started sucking on her nipple. “That feels amazing. Do it to the other one too,” she whined, twisting her torso to shove her other breast into the girl’s face.

Amoera slowly lowered herself onto her back, pulling Teldy along with her while she kept a breast in her mouth. Teldy moaned and rocked her hips, rubbing herself against Amoera’s body.

“Don’t stop,” the Night Elve gasped. “Don’t ever stop.”

Amoera pulled away from the nipple she was sucking on with a wet, loud breaking of suction. “But there’s so much else to do,” she purred, lightly slapping the other girl’s big ass. “Switch with me, lay down.”

Once Teldy was on her back Amoera twisted around so their bodies were pointed in different directions but with their breasts lined up close to each other’s mouths. “Show me,” she said, leaning over and pressing one of her small breasts into the girl’s mouth. “Suck on my nipple just like you want me to suck on yours. We’ll teach each other what we want, what feels the best.”

For a long while they lay that way, feasting on each other’s breasts. Running their hands through each other’s hair. Moaning and sucking as they filled the cabin with wet slurping sounds. Heat building till they both needed more.

“What are you doing?” Teldy gasped, her chest heaving as Amoera slid her body down.

“I’m hungry and so are you. Let me show you how to eat pussy.” She lifted her leg over Teldy’s body and climbed on top of her, face down. She caressed her thick, soft thighs open then lowered her face to her slit while adjusting her backend so her sex was in the Night Elve’s face.

“I don’t know what to do,” Teldy meekly said, mouth watering as she stared at the red and pink folds of Amoera’s pussy inches from her face. She closed her eyes, inhaling the womanly musk. When she opened her eyes she moved closer, drawn to the girl’s pussy but still unsure what to do.

“You’ll figure it out,” Amoera said before burying her face in Teldy’s cunt.

“Gods, Amoera! That’s amazing. I want to do it to you,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around Amoera’s thighs so she could pull the girl’s sex closer to her face. She licked and slurped awkwardly at her cunt, savoring the wetness of it, savoring the strong taste, then pulled away.

“I never want this to end.”

“Neither do I,” Amoera gasped as she pulled away from Teldy’s cunt to speak. “But nothing lasts forever. We have tonight and that will be enough. Now indulge in my fucking pussy you plump tasty snack.”

“Yes, Amoera, yes. Anything you want! Show me everything!”

* * *

Peare wasn’t sure how she’d lost sight of Teldy. She’d been impossible to miss in the dark with her fat little glowing unicorns lighting her way. But when she’d reached the little forest the witch lived in she’d disappeared. Peare was certain she’d seen Teldy go to a lighted path leading into the forest but even though she wasn’t far behind her somehow Peare had lost track of both Teldy AND the lighted path.

She’d forged forward into the dark forest, her way lit by the moonlight and the flickering fireflies that were everywhere. It should have been enough light for her to see her way, but it was like the trees kept shifting so she was always heading into a dark patch of forest. The fireflies always seemed to be pulling away from whichever direction she headed, as if trying to lead her in a different direction.

The Forest Witch won’t trick me that easily, she thought, drawing her sword. I can feel her and the closer I get the clearer the direction is. She must be able to feel me, too. I bet that’s why she keeps moving. Maybe she’s taken Amoera and is fleeing. It doesn’t matter. I’ll hunt her down no matter how long I have to be lost in these woods.

It never occurred to the fierce Faun warrior that she was being led in circles, the forest shifting around her to ensure she spent more time lost in it. She’d only be allowed to find the witch’s cabin when it was time. After Amoera and Teldy had finished. After what would come next had begun…

* * *

“Amoera, I never want to leave this bed,” Teldy whispered, snuggling into the dainty Blood Elve.

It was impossible for Amoera not to think about her first night in the cabin, how she’d said something similar with her head in a woman’s lap the way Teldy’s was in hers. She was even running her fingers through the girl’s hair the way her Mistress had run hers through her hair.

No, she wasn’t my Mistress yet. But she wasn’t the Forest Witch at that point either. She was just the Faun and I wanted so badly to please her and be allowed to stay with her.

She looked down at Teldy, glad the girl’s eyes were closed so she wouldn’t see the pitying look on her face. “I wish you could stay here and never leave this bed too,” she said softly, ever so carefully shifting her body and changing how she was holding her old friend and soon-to-be ex-lover. “But you don’t get to stay in the cabin like I do.”

Teldy shifted, rolling onto her back so she could look up at Amoera. “What are you talking about? Amoera? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“My pet only regrets she won’t get to play with the plump snack for longer.”

Teldy jerked up, throwing her hands up to cover her breasts when she saw the woman standing menacingly at the foot of the bed. “A-are you Forest Witch?” she stammered, scooting back into Amoera and sitting up straighter.

The Faun ignored Teldy, looking past her at Amoera.

Amoera wrapped her legs around Teldy’s body, hooking them around the Night Elve’s plump legs and pinning them to the bed. At the same time she hooked her arms through Teldy’s and forced them away from her breasts, pulling them behind her back. She tightened her grip on all the girl’s limbs till the purple-skinned Elve groaned in pain.

“Ow,” Teldy whined. “Amoera, you’re hurting me.”

Amoera ignored her. “I took her innocence,” she declared, beaming with pride at her Mistress. “Have I been a good girl?”

“You’ve been a very good girl,” the Forest Witch replied with a nod.

“Amoera, no,” Teldy whined. “No. You’re not doing this.” She tried to twist out of the Blood Elve’s grip, not to break free but so she could look her in the eye. Amoera simply tightened her grip on her till she whimpered and went limp. “But I love you,” she whimpered, barely holding back a sob. “I love you… don’t do this…”

“She knows,” the Forest Witch said, swaying her hips as she came to sit on the edge of the bed. Teldy tried to pull away from her but Amoera just held her tighter. “What’s the plump new snack thinking, I wonder?” the Faun asked, reaching out to run a finger across Teldy’s cheek.

“Liar,” Amoera said, a hint of anger in her voice. “You know what she’s thinking. You always know when it matters.”

The Forest Witch was still caressing Teldy’s cheek, staring into her eyes. The girl was terrified, shaking but unable to break the Faun’s gaze. “Does this moment matter?” she asked Amoera, her eyes not leaving Teldy’s.

“It does. I can feel it. And you know that.” Amoera paused, staring at the woman menacingly stroking the girl she was holding. A girl who just minutes ago had been her most intimate lover and who she was now betraying. “When you’re the Forest Witch you lie.”

The older woman chuckled, still stroking Teldy’s cheek and staring into her eyes. “The pet does not like when this one is the Forest Witch? She prefers the Faun, yes? Prefers HER Faun.”

Amoera was silent for a long time, the only sound in the room was Teldy’s faint terrified sobs. “Yes,” she finally said.

“Good. I’m your only Faun now. The other one is no longer important.”

“What did you do to Peare,” Teldy asked, her voice shaking with fear.

“Nothing,” the Forest Witch said. “Yet.”

“We’re going to save you,” Amoera declared, finally speaking to Teldy but still not looking at her. “My Mistress is going to help me save all my friends. That’s why I came to her. You see, Teldy, I had a dream. I didn’t understand it when I left the keep but I do now. And I understand why Riowondail refused to interpret it. I thought the dream was about me trying to save you from the things that had you all. But it wasn’t. I have to help give you all to them, to save you from the Sisterhood.”

Teldy began to sob louder. “Why are you saying these horrible things? You’re good, I know you are. Please, Amoera, I love you. Don’t do this!”

 The Forest Witch put her hand over Teldy’s mouth. “Shhhh, tasty chubby snack. My pet is having a moment of clarity and you’re threatening to ruin it. No more talking for now, understand? You won’t be mine for long, but I CAN punish you in that time.”

“She can,” Amoera said without emotion, staring into the Forest Witch’s eyes. “My Faun doesn’t hurt women, not unless it’s to make them feel good. But the Forest Witch does, doesn’t she? You really are the monster the Sisterhood said you were. No… No, you’re something worse.”

The Forest Witch grinned. “Perhaps I am.” She looked away from Teldy but kept her hand over the girl’s mouth. “But you don’t mind that now, do you, my pet?”

“No,” Amoera said quickly, voice devoid of emotion. “We’re going to bring her to the garden of delights now, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” the Forest Witch said, looking back into Teldy’s eyes. “She has some new friends to meet.”

“I’m sorry, Teldy,” Amoera said coolly. “But this is the only way to save you.”

* * *

Amoera, still holding Teldy’s arms tightly behind her, followed the Forest Witch out of the cabin. As they stepped out into the night Teldy looked about and began to panic.

“Why is it totally different?” Teldy asked, trying to break free of Amoera’s grasp but unable. “HOW is it so different?”

Amoera hushed her. “Don’t be rude to your new friends.”

“What are you talking- Oh.” Teldy grew quiet and stopped trying to pull away from Amoera, instead pushing back into her for safety. “Who are they,” she asked, trying to pull further away from the two small figures lurking at the edge of the forest just out of sight.

“Not ‘who’, but ‘what’,” Amoera explained. “Forest Nymphs. But I don’t know them well, I’ve only seen them a few times. They don’t like me and they’ve never wanted to be MY friend. But I think they like you.”

“That’s crazy,” Teldy said, shaking her head from side to side in denial. “Forest Nymphs are just a legend, we learned about them at the keep, remember? Amoera, you remember the keep? Your friends? We can make a run for it, right now.”

“Shhhhhh,” Amoera hissed. “Calm down, Teldy, or else.”

“Or I’ll scare them away?” Teldy asked, hopefully glancing at the small, strange women lurking just out of sight.

“No. You’ll anger them. You don’t want to anger the things that live in the witch’s forest.”

Teldy twisted from side to side, realizing the woman they’d followed out of the cabin was gone. “Where did the Forest Witch go?”

“She’s where she needs to be,” Amoera replied. “I’m going to let you go soon, Teldy. This is where WE are supposed to be. I’m going to help save you, understand?”

“No!” Teldy screamed, laughing and crying hysterically. “I don’t understand! Amoera, the witch has you under some kind of spell. Let me help you. I can save you. We can get away, the witch isn’t here. It doesn’t matter I lost my wand, we just need to get away!”

“I’m where I want to be, Teldy. I’m where I’m meant to be and so are you. I’m going to let go of you in a moment. Please don’t try to run away. The forest won’t let you and you’ll just make it angry.”

“You mean the Forest Witch won’t let me,” Teldy snarled.

She could feel Amoera shrug behind her. “I’m not sure the Forest Witch and the forest are different things. I used to but not anymore.” She leaned in and kissed the back of Teldy’s neck. “I do love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” Teldy whimpered. “So please, don’t do this.”

Amoera let go of her arms and took a step away from her. Teldy darted from side to side, looking for the best direction to dart off into. The forest around the clearing they were in pulled in, constricting, becoming an impassable wall of greenery.

“You’re making the forest angry,” Amoera said calmly.

When Teldy looked at Amoera and saw the expression on her face the hope she’d felt when Amoera had let her go ended. She’d thought Amoera was letting her go, that the girl was going to run away with her. But she wasn’t. She just didn’t need to hold her anymore. Teldy’s shoulders slumped. She looked at Amoera, struggling to hold back tears. “Why are you doing this?”

“You’ll understand soon. Now turn around, your new friends are ready to meet you.”

Teldy turned around just as the two Forest Nymphs stepped out into the light of the fireflies and torches that were lit in much of the art around them. They were only a little shorter than her and Amoera but looked alien and otherworldly.

 “They are the strangest thing you’ve ever seen, aren’t they?” Amoera asked, standing beside Teldy and reaching down to hold her hand. “Look at how beautiful they are but how strange they look. Their skin is so green and soft but you can see the rougher bits, almost like bark. But those curvy little bodies, so sexy! Plump little asses, perky little green tits. And I’ve never tasted it but I suspect the nectar they have between their legs is sweeter than what we have. Look at their faces. Cute. Sexy. But so… alien. Their eyes are far too big. And black, all black. Their noses are a bit too small, their mouths too. And see their hair? Where does the hair end and the leaves and sticks begin? I can’t tell.”

The two naked Nymphs giggled as they listened to Amoera describe them. When she was done they held hands and bowed. When they stood they turned to each other. They giggled and fell into each other’s arms, passionately kissing then beginning to grind indecently on each other like they were in a burlesque show. Hands began to wander. Massaging. Squeezing. A slap here causing a fresh fit of giggles. A finger or two gently inserted there followed by moan-filled giggles.

“I don’t have to look to see you’re rubbing your delicious thick thighs together,” Amoera told Teldy. “You’re turned on, I can smell it. You’re sopping wet. It’s okay, they ARE very sexy. But I think it’s more than that. Can you smell them? Like greenery growing after a spring rain and pussy that’s been stewing in arousal for hours.”

“Amoera,” Tedly whined, “help me.”

“Go to them,” Amoera said as she led Teldy forward.

“Only if you come with me,” she whimpered, refusing to move further.

“I told you, they don’t like me,” Amoera replied, sounding disappointed “They never want to play with me.”

The Nymphs giggled and leaned in to whisper to each other then looked at Amoera and nodded. One reached an arm out and beckoned her forward with a finger. The other nodded, putting her hand to her face and spreading her pointer and middle finger before sticking her tongue out imitating oral sex.

“They seem to like you now,” Teldy said, starting to move to them and keeping a tight grip on Amoera’s hand. “Maybe they changed their minds.”

“I guess so,” Amoera said, beginning to sound excited.

The two groups of girls moved towards each other, the Elves slowly and shyly, the Nymphs giggling and feeling each other up, only stopping to make suggestive and rude hand gestures. In the place they were going to meet the ground swelled, thick, soft moss growing up to create a large round faux mattress on the ground.

The Nymphs got to it first, crawling onto it and making more rude and suggestive hand gestures. They got on all fours, lifted their backends and waggled them invitingly. One of them rolled over, spread her legs, and invited the two Elves forward with another rude gesture. The whole time they giggled and leaned in to whisper quick things to each other before giggling again.

Teldy’s hand fell away from Amoera’s. She was entranced by the girls, her eyes glassy as she panted from arousal and desire. Amoera stayed beside her but the scent of the Nymphs that was so stupefying the pudgy Night Elve was having no effect on her other than forcing a slight sense of added arousal.

“That’s why you don’t like me,” she told the Nymphs as they pulled Teldy down onto the bed of moss.

They pinned her to the ground, one opening her legs and bending down to shove her face in her cunt. The other sat on Teldy’s face, wiggling her little round ass from side to side as the Night Elve moaned in delight and started eating her out.

“You don’t like me ’cause your Nymph musk doesn’t do anything to me,” Amoera told them.

The Nymphs giggled. The one sitting on Teldy’s face smiled and nodded. “Blood Elve,” she said, her voice unnaturally girlish and too squeaky.

Amoera blurted out a giggle. “Is that why you only whisper to each other? Cause your voices are so… silly?”

“Rude Blood Elve,” the Nymph said, pouting dramatically. “But still pretty,” she added, smiling slyly. “Come play. Come get her ready. You can even taste our honey pots without it melting your mind.”

“Because I’m a Blood Elve?” Amoera asked, getting on the bed of moss and seductively crawling towards them. The Nymph nodded. “But why?” Amoera asked, crawling up to the backend of the Nymph eating Teldy’s pussy.

The Nymph raised her ass and adjusted her legs so Amoera could bury her face in her backend to eat her ass and pussy.

“Why doesn’t fire burn fire?” the other Nymph squeaked in answer to Amoera’s question.

Amoera understood. She also noticed the roots and vines nearby slowly pushing out of the ground and twisting together. That won’t be for me either. I’ll be safe from that. But those vines, those roots, whatever is coming, it’s not part of THIS forest. It’s coming from somewhere else. Coming to help claim Teldy so she can be saved.

The four girls remained intertwined for a long time. Licking. Rubbing. Fingering. Humping. Kissing. Grinding. At first the focus was on Teldy, but before long the Nymph’s “nectar” had completely stupefied her. She spent all her time moaning and drooling, her eyes half rolled up into her head. Lost in a sea of sensual bliss.

Amoera felt a tinge of jealousy. Then the sense of HOW Teldy was going to be saved pushed into her mind. For a moment she felt sorry for the girl, feeling a momentary desire to grab Teldy and pull her away so she could take her to safety. Not out into the forest, not back to the awful keep. But into the cabin. The magical cabin that was so safe…

I really did love her. Maybe I love them all. Maybe what I’m doing now is monstrous. She trusted me. I took her innocence. I made her feel safe and seen. Let her discover herself. And then I betrayed her.

She looked at Teldy. Looked at her eyes, at the dopy blissed-out grin on her face. It’s too late to change my mind now. And even if it wasn’t… I wouldn’t.

One of the Nymphs licked Amoera’s ear then whispered something to her. When Amoera looked up to see the huge tree that had grown beside them the Nymph giggled at her surprise.

Amoera pulled away from Teldy, abandoning her to the Nymphs and the tree from a different forest that had joined them. “Goodbye, Teldy,” Amoera whispered. “You’ll be safe now.” She knew she might see Teldy again, but it wouldn’t really be her by that point. Her brain would be gone but she’d be SAFE. “At least when the last of what made you who you were died I was with you, love.”

The thick vines covering the trees began to slither like snakes, reaching down towards Teldy and the Nymphs. Amoera got out of the mossy bed, got to her feet and began slowly backing away. She wrapped her arms around her front, hugging herself and anxiously biting her lip.

She wasn’t looking at Teldy anymore. Teldy was gone or would be soon. She was looking at the leafy bulbs at the ends of the vines snaking like tentacles towards the sexually stupefied Night Elve. When the leaves began to peel back, revealing something moist and almost flesh-like inside, she quivered.

“I want some,” Amoera moaned as she watched as the fleshy things hardened. Their tips began to ooze, thick honey-like precum. “I want to suck a dick so bad. I want to feel one in me. Lucky, lucky Teldy.”

The Nymphs began to pull away from Teldy, grabbing her chubby arms and lifting her onto her knees. They giggled and waved the strange, cock-tipped vines forward. When one was close enough one of the Nymphs grabbed it, helping direct it to Teldy’s mouth. The other Nymph knelt behind her, grabbing the Night Elve’s head. Together the two helped Teldy learn how to suck off the fuck-plant’s cock.

Before long Teldy’s cheeks ballooned and the dick pulled out of her mouth, limp and oozing honey-cum. The Nymphs giggled and held Tely’s mouth closed, tipped her head back then helped her swallow.

When they let go of Teldy her head fell forward then to the side. Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out as she drooled the remnants of the honey-cum on one of her breasts. She panted in pleasured delight, her eyes half rolled up into her head. But there was no focus in her eyes. There was so little of Teldy left, maybe nothing of her.

Amoera backed further away but began masturbating. “You’re going to be safe now Teldy,” she moaned, watching the Nymphs lead another of the fuck-plant’s cocks into her mouth then spreading her legs to lead one into her pussy.

Amoera jammed three fingers into her sopping wet cunt and started pounding herself, pressing her thighs tight around her hand. “Want cock so bad,” she whined. But she knew she’d have to wait. She was being saved. Her first cock would be her Master’s, no one else’s. No fuck plant, no strange toad monster, no mortal. It would be a god’s cock that would first enter her, HER god’s cock.

“Baedor,” she whimpered. She hoped she’d be given the chance to earn it soon. She knew when it happened her transformation would be complete.

* * *

Peare was crouched on her knees, hidden behind a bush in the dark. Her hand was over her mouth, her eyes open wide in horror. Her sword was on the ground beside her, her hand on the ground beside the handle as her nails dug into the dirt.

What has happened to Amoera? What did she do to Teldy? Gods… And where’s the Forest Witch? I can’t strike till I see her. Killing her is the only way I can put an end to this.

Peare wasn’t stupid, or at least that’s what she told herself. She could feel the magic of this strange place, feel how it had twisted its way into her mind. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t charge out there to kill those terrible giggling forest monsters. She wouldn’t be able to hack at the perverse vines slithering from the tree that had just grown beside them.

“Lucky, lucky Teldy,” she heard Amoera say as she backed away, abandoning Teldy.

“I’ve seen enough,” Peare whispered angrily. She couldn’t look away but she couldn’t just watch either. “I have to shake this spell off, I have to go save them,” she groaned, struggling to move her fingers to the sword handle only inches away. “I can find the Forest Witch later,” she said as her fingers wrapped around the sword’s handle.

She gripped it then tried to lift it. It wouldn’t budge. Peare forced her eyes away from the sight before her, forced herself to look at the sword to see why she couldn’t pick it up. There was a foot on it. A woman’s foot wearing knit stockings.

“But I’m right behind you, you naughty little snack,” the Forest Witch cooed menacingly.

Peare’s heart nearly stopped. She stared up at the imposing woman looming above her.

“I see a member of the herd that needs culling,” the woman added coldly, the true Forest Witch revealing her most terrifying self.

Roots and vines erupted from the ground around Peare, ensnaring and wrapping around her wrists and ankles. As she was pulled down onto all fours vines wrapped tightly around her neck while others formed a gag, preventing her from screaming.

The Forest Witch calmly got down on her knees and stared into the struggling girl’s eyes. When she moved to touch the terrified Faun Peare tried to pull away but the vines and roots around her neck tightened, choking her.

“Naughty little Faun,” the Forest Witch chided, tapping Peare on the nose.

Knowing if she tried to pull away again the vines would only choke her, she let the witch place a finger under her chin and lift her face so she could better look into her eyes. She met the witch’s eyes, body heaving as she struggled to breathe and wiggle free from her bindings.

“Can you smell that, tasty snack?” the Forest Witch asked. She closed her eyes, moving uncomfortably close to Peare’s face before inhaling. “Fear,” she whispered. “Panic,” she added gently rubbing her cheek against the young Faun’s. “Anger and helplessness,” she whispered into one of the girl’s goat-like ears, causing it to twitch in agitation. “All of it mixing together into a potent, intoxicating emotional stew,” she sighed in delight as she opened her eyes and pulled away.

“You came to kill me,” the Forest Witch said calmly as she stared into Peare’s eyes. “You won’t be the last of your little friends that do so. But you’re the one I’m going to deal with most harshly. Do you know why, naughty snack? Two reasons.

“The first is that you are a Faun. I detest the herd connection we share. It is too much of a reminder of the mortal life I had so long ago. Reminders of the terrible things the Faun I was had to do to become the Forest Witch. I don’t like being made to remember I was not always as I am.

“I’d kill you if I could. Cull the herd. But the Forest Witch cannot kill, it is not in her power. But she CAN do things far worse.”

Peare groaned in alarm as the vines keeping her pinned on all fours began moving, twisting her body around till she was facing the clearing where Amoera, Teldy, and the Nymphs were. The Forest Witch crawled after her and lay in the dirt beside Peare, lounging lazily on her side as she looked from the helpless Faun to the scene playing out in front of them.

“So close, aren’t you, naughty snack? If only you could just call out. Wave an arm. The Amoera girl would see the naughty snack. And that is the second reason why you must be dealt with harshly. My pet is not as far gone as you feared. If she was to see you she’d break. She’d abandon me and save you. I do not want that.”

As she spoke vines and roots began slithering into Peare’s clothing, ripping garments open then peeling them off her body. Once she was naked the Forest Witch began stroking Peare’s body, caressing her like a familiar lover.

“See how happy she is?” she asked, reaching under Peare to play with one of her breasts. “And if you could see her joy when she is in our cabin,” she cooed, rubbing the Faun’s pussy. When Peare groaned and tried to wiggle away from her touch the vines and roots tightened, pulling her body closer to the Forest Witch’s touch.

She rubbed at her till Peare was moaning in confusion. When the Forest Witch slipped a finger into her and Peare felt how wet she was she became even more confused.

  “You are going to meet the same fate as the pudgy snack out there,” the Forest Witch whispered to Peare as she fingered her and played with her breasts. Peare’s confused moans erupted into muffled shouts of terror as penis-tipped vines oozing honey-cum pressed up from the ground around her.

“It’s too nice a fate for a naughty snack like you. To have your mind melted before meeting your final fate. But the Amoera girl wants to save her friends and I want to see my pet happy. Strange, isn’t it? She’s my pet but I am a prisoner to her whims. But never mind that, I want you to know before you begin to lose your mind that she IS saving you.”

The Forest Witch shifted, pulling the hand away from Peare’s breast so she could hike her skirts up and play with herself. She continued to finger the helpless Faun but now was laying her head on the ground nearly under Peare’s.

“The rest of the women in the Keep, the ones my Amoera does not save like she is saving you and the pudgy snack, they are going to meet terrible fates.” She closed her eyes, closing her legs around her hand and shuddering. “Mmmmm… yes. Such terrible things will happen to them and unlike you and your friends, their minds will be intact when it happens. You really should thank my pet for saving you.”

She slid her fingers out of Peare’s pussy as she pulled her hand out from between her legs. She rolled over, got up on her knees and backed away as the honey-cum oozing plant cocks began to move in. Peare thrashed against her bindings and screamed in terror, the muffled sound barely audible.

“The Forest Witch IS a liar, naughty snack. But she spoke the truth when she said the Amoera girl would be lost to her if she saw her friend Peare right now. She WOULD abandon me.”

Peare’s eyes rolled up into her head and her body quivered as one of the honey-cum oozing cocks pressed into her cunt and began fucking her.

“I cannot have that. Not because it would interfere with what my master intends for her. Not because it would derail the fall of the keep. No, I cannot allow it to happen because I am fonder of my pet than the world itself.”

The vines gagging Peare retracted but before she could shout to Amoera a plant cock rammed into her mouth, choking her as it began to fuck her mouth. The gags quickly died away as her eyes rolled back up into her head, the honey-cum leaking from the two cocks fucking her beginning to melt her mind.

“She’d save you and abandon me,” the Forest Witch whispered into Peare’s ear as the roots and vines holding her in place slowly began to loosen their grip on her. “She’d save you, but only if she saw you.” The Forest Witch pulled away and got back on her knees. “She’s not too far gone,” she said a bit louder. “If only you could reach her.” She paused as the roots and vines came closer to releasing Peare. “Can you reach her? Can you make it to her before the honey-cum melts your mind? I can see it’s already begun. Go, naughty snack, try and reach her.”

The last of the vines holding Peare in place pulled back into the earth. Only the two penis-tipped ones were left, one behind her fucking her and pumping oozing honey-cum into her cunt, the other doing the same to her mouth.

As the Forest Witch stood up Peare began trying to crawl away from her towards Amoera. She moaned as the plant-cocks fucked her, pumping more and more honey-cum into her. Her eyes rolled up into her head again as she fell into the dirt, shuddering as an orgasm was forced from her. A moment later she lifted her head, lifting a shaking arm and reaching out. Peare weakly pulled herself forward. She struggled to get back up, to keep crawling. She was so close to the forest’s edge… just a little further and she’d be able to get Amoera’s attention.

 “What would my pet say if she saw her friend so pathetically crawling through the dirt as she is fucked into submission, her mind being melted by the delicious honey-cum?” the Forest Witch asked calmly, watching the Faun girl falter and collapse again before pathetically trying to get up one once more.

“She’d be shocked I think. The pet does not know the Forest Witch. She thinks she does but the pet knows only her Faun. She tamed the Forest Witch, makes her be the Amoera’s Faun in her presence. But out of her presence this Faun is still the Forest Witch and she is every bit as evil and cruel as the Sisterhood says she is.”

Peare collapsed again, convulsing and moaning in pleasure as the honey-cum forced her to climax, almost the last of her mind melting along with the forced pleasure. She would not get up again. The end was near. She raised her hand one last time, reaching out for Amoera then fell limp, moaning and shuddering as she lost the last of what made her the woman she’d been.

“But the Sisterhood does not know everything,” the Forest Witch continued calmly, approaching Peare as the cock-tipped vines pulled out of her limp body, leaving a trail of oozing honey-cum behind as they retracted into the ground. “They fear the Witch,” she said, stepping up to Peare and using a foot to roll her over so she could see the vacant look in the girl’s eyes.

“They fear the Witch,” she repeated as vines and roots began to wrap around Peare’s ankles. “But the Witch is only half.” She turned and watched as Peare’s body was dragged into the dark of the woods. “What they should truly fear is the Forest.”

* * *

Amoera stood beside the Faun, looking up at her. “I saved Teldy,” she said. She looked at the plump Night Elve. The Forest Nymphs were holding her limp body up between them. Her eyes were open but from the way her head lolled to the side and the way her mouth hung open it was clear Teldy was gone. “She’s safe,” Amoera repeated. “That’s just her body.”

The Nymphs giggled as they started playing with Teldy’s body. Groping her plump breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples to make her moan and wiggle. They slapped her ass and rubbed her cunt. Dipped fingers into her holes, giggling the whole time.

They were all facing the same direction, all facing the same point at the edge of the clearing in front of the cabin. Amoera tensed and stepped closer to the Forest Witch for protection as the forest they were looking at began to shift. It grew denser. Darker. Red mushrooms sprouted from the earth. The underbrush and the foliage became overgrown in a wild, unhealthy way.

“Do not be afraid,” the Faun said, reaching down and gently grabbing hold of Amoera’s hand. “I will protect you when she arrives with her nasty beasts.”

“When who arrives?” Amoera asked.

“The Gardner.”

A shuddering wave ran through the dark twisting section of the forest they were staring at. The trees shifted, parting to reveal a long winding dark path. A woman was calmly walking towards them. Naked and covered in red tribal tattoos, radiating menacing power that Amoera could feel the moment she was revealed. She was beautiful, but not like her Faun was. Her beauty was harsher, more primal, more dangerous.

Behind her lumbered two hunched figures, cowed and submissive as they followed the Gardner. Their ugly pig-like faces kept looking at her, their huge floppy ears perking up in fear every time they did. They were naked and the way they were hunched over as they followed the Gardner left their disturbingly long monster cocks dragging along behind them.

“Do not be afraid,” the Faun repeated, squeezing Amoera’s hand. “The Gardner has little power in my forest.”

“I’m not afraid of her,” Amoera replied.

The Forest Witch looked down at her and saw the Blood Elve looking past the imposing woman to stare at the Grumplocs. “No,” she said, not hiding her surprise, “the pet is not, is she?”

“What are those nasty frogmen with her?”

“You know what they are,” the Faun chided. “You’ve dreamed of them. They are here for your friend. They are what you saved her from.” When Amoera didn’t reply she squeezed her hand again. “No lies, pet, remember? Not to others and not to yourself. You know how you are saving your friends. And you know those in the keep you don’t save will meet much worse fates.”

“Yes,” Amoera said meekly as the Gardner and her Grumplocs neared. “And I SHOULD be afraid of that woman, I’ve… seen what she will do. Has done. But I’m not.” She paused. “She’s afraid of ME.” The Faun looked at Amoera, shocked. “Why is that?” Amoera asked.

Before she was given an answer the Gardner and her two Grumplocs reached the edge of the forest, stopping just outside the clearing as if they were all unable to step into it. When those in the clearing approached she smirked. “And so I meet yet another Forest Witch.”

“The Gardner has never met THIS Forest Witch,” the Forest Witch replied dismissively.

“No. But I have met others.” She tilted her head, smiling menacingly at the Forest Witch. “They aren’t around anymore.”

Amoera, still holding the Faun’s hand, took half a step forward and glared at the Gardner. The Gardner’s eyes darted to her for a moment. She flinched as if looking at the girl had burned her, then looked away pretending she wasn’t there.

“This Faun is not afraid of the Gardner,” the Forest Witch declared, chin held high. “The Gardner should take what she’s come for and be gone.” She raised a hand and snapped her fingers.

The Forest Nymphs dragged Teldy’s limp, drooling body to the edge of the clearing and held her out for the Grumplocs to take. The Gardner nodded at them and they lunged forward, one grabbing Teldy and the other trying to grab one of the Nymphs. The Nymph screamed and they both scurried back.

“Those are NOT yours,” the Forest Witch declared coldly as the two Nymphs came and cowered behind her and Amoera. “You should apologize for letting your monsters scare my precious darlings.”

“Your giggling little sluts are such fragile things,” the Gardner sneered. “They would have broken too quickly to have been any use to my beautiful creatures.” She looked around at the forest. “Your whole forest is full of pretty, fragile things.” She looked back at Amoera, glared, then met the Faun’s eyes. “So much needing pruning. It could be so much more like my forest.”

“But we are not in the Gardner’s forest,” the Faun declared calmly.

“No, I supposed we aren’t,” the Gardner replied. She glanced at Amoera and with lazy disinterest asked, “There was to be two. Do I get to take this one and break her?”

Amoera glared and moved to take a defiant step closer to the Gardner but the Forest Witch pulled her back, taking a protective step forward to place herself between Amoera and the Gardner.

“NO,” The Forest Witch said firmly, a flash of anger in her voice. “This one is my pet. I will deliver the second one to you later, she is still being prepared and I have business to conclude with our master tonight before I can leave.”

“You master, not mine,” the Gardner answered coldly.

“The Gardner does not know what master she serves,” the Faun declared in a mocking tone.

She glared at the Forest Witch then stared at Amoera. The Blood Elve responded by raising her chin and meeting her menacing gaze with fiery defiance.

“You should let me take her,” the Gardner snapped, eyes remaining locked on Amoera’s. “My Grumplocs need more wombs.”

“The Gardner lies,” the Faun blurted. “Yes, her creatures need wombs but that is not why she asks to take the Forest Witch’s pet.” She let go of Amoera’s hand, stepping behind her and placing her hands on her shoulders. “The Gardner is afraid of the pet. Why?”

“I must be going now,” the Gardner said, eyes breaking from Amoera’s as she ignored the question. “I expect prompt delivery of the second one,” she declared as she turned and directed her Grumplocs to drag Teldy back the way they’d come. As soon as they began walking away the woods closed in behind them and in a moment it was like they had never been there.

The Nymphs tugged at the Faun’s skirts and waved her down where they whispered something in her ear. She kissed them each on the forehead and nodded. “Go, my little darlings.”

They scurried away, giggling and looking over their shoulders at Amoera. One blew her a kiss before disappearing into the forest while the other stopped and made a rude but inviting hand gesture before following the other.

“I think they like me now,” Amoera said, deep in thought as she stared at where the Nymphs had disappeared into the forest. “Why?”

“The pet is a charming pet,” the Faun said, stroking Amoera’s cheek. “She feels things so strongly. And it makes others feel things strongly in return.” She tilted Amoera’s head up so she could better look into her eyes.

“What do you see?” Amoera asked, meeting her gaze.

“Hints of a fate perhaps greater than the one our master intended for you.”

Amoera blinked. “Why was that woman afraid of me? I could feel her power… Not like a god, but like you, but maybe even stronger.”

The Faun continued staring intensely into Amoera’s eyes, working to puzzle out a great mystery she’d only just discovered. “The pet will know when she is meant to. If she is meant to.”

“But you already know?” Amoera asked.

“No… No. Only a glimmer. This one sees… crimson light. Burning bright with the heat of passion, the fiery forge of emotion spreading across Alaria. I do not understand, not yet. I see a power greater than even the one our master serves.”

“What power?” Amoera asked.

The Faun shook her head. “I do not know.” She let go of Amoera’s face then turned to face the cabin. “The pet must not think of such things now. When her fate is forged in fire we shall talk of these things right where we stand now. But not tonight, not right now. Now she must prepare herself.”

The forest around them grew quiet. Wind blew and the world shifted. The light of the fireflies dimmed and for a moment there was only moonlight. Then the insects ignited again, their light red.

“My pet has done well. She has impressed the master. He will be inside,” she said, waving to the cabin.

“He’s in your cabin?”

“Our cabin,” the Faun corrected, the first time she’d called it that in front of Amoera. “But no, he is not inside our cabin. The door will lead us somewhere else, to our master.”

 They stopped at the front door. The Faun was behind Amoera, hands on her shoulders. “You must be the one to open the door,” she said gently. “I will be here to help, but this is about the pet, not the Forest Witch.”

Amoera was shaking. “Everything changes after I go through that door. I start down a path I’ve already begun, but in doing so other paths will be closed off from me forever.”

“The pet is learning to see,” the Faun said lovingly. “Perhaps she will one day be like the Forest Witch.”

“No,” Amoera said, placing her hand on the doorknob. “That’s not my fate.” She turned the handle but didn’t open the door. “Baedor is in there. I am going to give myself to him.”

“Yes,” the Faun said reassuringly.

“At one point my life led to this moment. He made me. But I’ve grown past him, haven’t I? What happens on the otherwise of this door, it doesn’t matter for my story anymore.”

The Faun chuckled. “The pet thinks being bed by a god is not significant?”

Amoera looked up at her, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were glowing crimson. No pupils, no irises, no white. Only intense crimson light. “No. It isn’t,” she declared. “It’s not an important part of my story, not anymore. It’s only something I must do to fulfill one destiny and move past it to attain a higher one. But you will be there with me, that is all that matters now.”

* * *

The Gardner stood atop a small rise, serenely smiling down as she watched the King Grumploc toss the plump Night Elve over a log and mount her from behind. The plump girl drooled and moaned and wiggled happily. The other Elve, the first one, was nearby. Her belly was massive. She’d soon birth another glorious monster. Till then she was keeping herself busy by sucking off any Grumploc that came close to her, most of which she’d birthed not long ago.

A body was tossed into the dirt beside the Gardner’s feet, startling her. She looked down and saw a buff little Faun with goatish horns, naked and lying limp. Her eyes were open and she stared up, but not at the Gardner. Her eyes were vacant. Her mind was gone, but that was okay. Her Grumplocs didn’t need the girl’s mind, only her body. And unlike the soft Night Elve her hearty body would last much longer.

She glanced up and saw the Forest Witch standing behind her. “I didn’t think the game was allowed to leave its little forest reservation. Have you come to be hunted by my Grumplocs?”

The Forest Witch came forward, standing next to the Gardner with Peare’s limp body lying between them in the dirt. She nodded to the Grumplocs who acted as if they couldn’t see the two women. “The Gardner thinks they are hers? She knows even less than she thinks.”

“I hate the way you stupid sluts talk,” the Gardner said as she glared at the Forest Witch. “I took great pleasure in making the last one I had to deal with suffer before I finished her.”

The Forest Witch shrugged. “It was what that Faun’s master must have wanted for her. This Faun knows not even who that master was, for each Forest Witch has a different one. What this Faun does know is she will not meet such a fate, not at the Gardner’s hands.”

“You’re not as untouchable as you think,” the Gardner snarled.

“And neither are you,” the Forest Witch retorted calmly, hands clasped calmly in front of her as she put a foot on Peare’s body, rolled it over, then sent it rolling down into the Grumploc village. “The Gardner would do well to remember that.”

They both watched in silence as the Grumplocs noticed the new arrival and eagerly claimed her, shoving cocks in both ends of her as soon as they could drape her over a log.

“This is a good start but it’s not enough,” the Gardner said. “Even if the goat lasts a while the fat one won’t.” She glanced at the witch and smirked. “Do you think you’d last as long as the other Faun were I to throw you to my Grumplocs?”

The Forest Witch stared serenely ahead, watching the Grumplocs savaging her pet’s former friends. “The Gardner snipes. The Gardner threatens. But the Gardner has no power over this Forest Witch and neither do her monsters.”

“That’s funny. The last one of you obnoxious sluts said almost the same thing not long before I killed her.”

“Yet this Forest Witch stands here beside you.”

“Yes,” the Gardner said with a grunt of annoyance. “It is rather vexing. I hope once the Great Corrupted Forest is finished and the Grumploc King has an army to march against the keep I’ll be allowed to move on. I already begin to grow bored of this task.” She glanced at the Forest Witch. “I just hope wherever I am called to next there isn’t another one of YOU there.”

“The Gardner and a Forest Witch will never work together after our tasks here are done.”

“Is this one of those things you ‘know’?” the Gardner asked, eyes narrowed.

“The Gardner will know it is truth at the right time.”

“I find the way you speak insufferable,” the Gardner grumbled. “I’ve killed more than one of you simply so I wouldn’t have to hear it anymore.”

“Yet here I stand,” the Forest Witch replied with calm grace.

“Vexing bitch,” the Gardner snarled. “You SHOULD fear me. The others did before they died.”

“But the Forest Witch does not fear the Gardner and the Gardner does not fear her. But you DO fear one, don’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the Gardner said unconvincingly as she looked away from the woman standing calmly beside her.

“Why does my pet frighten you so?”

The Gardner was silent for some time. Finally, she said, “If she ever leaves the protection of your fragile little enchanted forest I’ll make sure there’s nothing of her left to fear. Throwing her to the Grumplocs would be too good a fate for her.”

“I want you to remember this moment,” the Forest Witch said with slow deliberate cold calm. “Remember that you threatened to harm my precious Amoera.”

“Humph. You sound like you love the girl.”

“My pet is special. It is why the Gardner fears her.” She turned and looked at the Gardner. “The pet makes others feel such strong emotions, doesn’t she? Burning passions. The cold heat of fear.”

“I tire of this,” the Gardner said, turning her back on the Forest Witch. “Go back to your enchanted forest and do your job. Collect more wombs for my Grumplocs.” She looked back over her shoulder a few moments later to see if the Forest Witch was still there.

“I will do as I am meant to do,” the Forest Witch declared before her expression grew hard. “But remember you threatened my precious Amoera.”

* * *

Riowondail sat alone, hands on a crystal ball. The clear glass orb filled with swirling mists.

“Show me,” she whispered, leaning into the crystal ball. “I need more than my nightly visions. I need to see further. See more clearly the dangers we face.”

The mist swirled and began forming images. Although Riowondail’s useless eyes could not see the images they appeared in her mind far more clearly than they did in the crystal ball.

There was a flash of crimson light that chased the mist away. A young Amoera was revealed on her knees, sobbing hysterically over a limp body with a bloody dagger in her hands. She looked up and stopped sobbing. Stared at Riowondail, her eyes glowing red.

The seer groaned, straining to shift the vision. It faded, showing her the Gardner as she went about her business of twisting and growing the Great Corrupted Forest. She looked up, glaring. The image was obscured by swirling red mist that gave off angry red sparks.

Riowondail groaned, shifting the visions away from the power working to mask the Gardner’s work. The corrupting mists faded, revealing the Forest Witch. Amoera was with her, naked except for leather cuffs and a collar. They were happy. She watched a day of their lives play out in moments; she saw a relationship she didn’t understand but could feel how happy both were.

The sparking red mist returned. She groaned, forcing it away. When it receded she saw the young members of the Sisterhood the senior staff jokingly referred to as the “girl squad”, armed and cautiously making their way through a dark sinister forest. One by one they started disappearing till only the Human Knight Dunla was left.

In a flash the image shifted. She saw Dunla holding a sword, preparing to fend off an attacker. There were flames all around her, a cabin burning in the background. She threw her sword up to defend herself. A blast of crimson light flashed into the scene forcing Dunla back. Screams of anger came from the crimson light, making it burn brighter, each outburst of anguished rage making the light stronger.

“You killed her,” she heard a girl scream. The voice was in such intense anguish Riowondail flinched, almost pulling her hands off the crystal ball. “YOU KILLED HER!” It was the burning crimson light that was screaming. It came at Dunla over and over again, beating her back. “You don’t deserve to be saved. You can suffer with the rest of them at the keep!”

A crimson flash changed the image. She saw a sword plunge out of the Forest Witch’s chest. Another crimson flash. A forest on fire, the last timbers of a burning cabin in its center collapsing. A brighter crimson flash. Two figures standing hand in hand in the flames, one small and one tall. Great sadness. An even brighter crimson flash. Riowondail groaned, trying to pull her hands off the crystal ball but was held in place. Crimson light, burning like the sun. She saw armies carrying banners depicting that light. Saw power grow that would change Alaria.

The crimson light died. Riowondail’s body eased. If she wanted she could remove her hands, but she chose not to. The crystal had too much more to show her.

She saw a Silver Elve leading an army of the Sisterhood of Righteousness, twin battlemages standing on either side of her. One was in blue, a master of all magic related to ice, the other in red a master of all things related to fire.

A flash of sparking red power, perverse and antagonistic. The forest again, but not on fire yet. The sisterhood army was marching towards it. Then it was on fire, the twins freezing its magic then burning it from the face of Alaria. Another flash. The army had been beaten back, the keep was under siege.

“No,” Riowondail groaned, straining to try and remove her hands again as the cruel face of a red-skinned man with black horns flashed into the crystal. Then he was gone, the keep had fallen. He was coming for them. Not just a demon, a god. Baedor, the God of Sexual Indulgence.

“We have to prepare,” Riowondail groaned. She saw it in the vision. A room heavily enchanted that could be sealed from the outside world. A panic room that once sealed could not be entered or escaped.

Baedor’s face flashed in the crystal again. Riowondail was sweating. She groaned in pain. “Must ensure it’s built.” Baedor’s face again, smiling. Pleased.

The images in the crystal ball disappeared. Riowondail slumped forward, hands sliding off the ball. When she woke she’d have forgotten much of her vision. But she remembered the room, that it needed to be built to protect the most important of them. A place that once sealed would have no way in and no way out.

A voice whispered in the back of her mind. Unless a secret way was hidden in the enchantments. Something no mortal could use, but a passage a god could freely slip through.

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The Fall of Almerry Keep is continued in “The Quest to Kill the Forest Witch”.

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