“A man cast a spell on me,” the dryad shrugged. “He had a shaved head and his skin was black as coal.”
“Halanian?” Seamus blinked in surprise.
“Fiona’s favorite.”
My twin sister blushed and shot me a dirty look. Once, the three of us had our fantasies brought to life. I fucked a centaur, Seamus had a harem of virgins, and Fiona was taken by three hung men, including a black-skinned Halanian.
“He wore a robe and commanded magics,” the dryad shrugged. “He collected my pussy juices then made me kidnap the girl.”
“He’s a terrible man,” Viora muttered. “He needed my energy. That’s why he made the dryad eat my pussy. He’s been trying to get me to surrender. He…took control over Kelmam. My love tried to force me, but I recognized he was under a spell.”
“Really?” Seamus frowned. “No one in the village mentioned that.”
“No one likes Kelmam. They think he’s a monster, but he’s not. He’s sweet.”
“He’s the mage’s creation,” the dryad added. “This mage, he fancies himself a Biomancer. He kept talking about creating the ultimate creature. A new race to conquer nations for him.”
“Like Biomancer Vebrin?” I groaned. “The mad mage that made all those monsters centuries ago. This guy wants to do the same?”
Viora nodded. “Kelmam told me all about it. The mage’s obsessed with following in Vebrin’s footsteps.”
“Well, we have to deal with his evil man,” Fiona said. “Let’s escort Viora back to town, and then we can track him down. Do you know where this Biomancer is?”
“Farther up in the valley,” Viora answered. “Kelmam told me it was in a cave at the end of the valley, carved into the rock.”
“And are you certain I can’t help you with your virginity problem?” Seamus asked the girl.
“Very certain,” she nodded.
“See, Seamus, not every woman is dying to fuck your cock.” Fiona put an arm around Viora.
“You are, Fiona.”
Fiona blushed. “I’m your wife, Seamus. I should be.”
“She loves my cock,” Seamus winked at the virgin.
“It is a great cock,” I smiled, patting his crotch. “Come on, let’s get Viora back to civilization.”
Viora scrambled up onto Fiona’s mare. My sister-wife climbed up behind the virgin, putting her arms around the girl. I mounted my Scathach and Seamus took the lead on Strider, his big warhorse. His armor clinked as we rode out of the grove, leaving the dryad behind.
I should have cleaned her pussy of Seamus’s cum. I might never get a chance to make love to a dryad again.
The sun sank lower as we headed down the mountain, passing through the very grove of trees that had attacked and molested Fiona and myself. My pussy clenched and my asshole tingled. Those trees were amazing lovers.
Fiona chatted with Viora, questioning the virgin about her abilities as the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. They were cute together. I watched them as I rode at the rear. It was a shame Fiona was so prudish. It was fun showing a virgin how to make love for the first time and making sure she enjoyed herself.
Viora was missing out. I doubted this Kelmam would know his way around her body.
My thoughts grew naughty. If I was riding behind Viora, my arms wrapped around her nubile body, I would slowly tease her. I would whisper in her ear while I rubbed at her stomach. Then I would be nibbling and kissing while my hands groped her small breasts.
She would squirm and moan. The pressure of the saddle beneath her would make her pussy even wetter. She would be driven wild with passion. Then I would slip my hand beneath her skirt and rub at her virgin flesh.
Viora would gasp so wickedly when I penetrated her virgin pussy with my fingers.
I shifted on my saddle, my pussy itching worse. I needed to get laid. We would have to stay the night in the village. Maybe Seamus and I could find a way to slip out of Fiona’s gaze and seduce Viora. I could guide Seamus’s cock to her—
A twig cracked.
I came alert, my eyes casting about for the sound of the gaze while I drew a throwing knife. I peered into the brush, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck standing up. There was something watching us.
I scanned the brush. It was thick. Another twig snapped. Leaves crackled. It moved closer to our right. I gripped the throwing knife and shouted, “Danger to our right.”
The monster burst out of the brush. My horse whinnied in fear, rearing on her hind legs and throwing me from the saddle. I flipped over and landed on my feet as the creature crashed into Fiona’s horse. My wife and Viora tumbled from the saddle as the monster dashed through the clearing and dived back into the brush.
“What was that?” Seamus snarled, yanking on the reins and turning around his horse. Only Strider hadn’t panicked. The warhorse was well-trained. Seamus’s sword came out in a flesh.
“It looked like a mix of a large cat and a human,” I answered, racing to Fiona.
She groaned, gripping her knee. She had landed badly. Viora was on her feet. I reached her and asked, “What did you see?”
Her eyes were wide. “I—”
The monster burst out of the brush again, landing before me. I threw my dagger, but the torso twisted and it sailed past. A handsome, Hazian man’s torso merged into the large, muscular body of a black-furred cat. It had the size and power of lion, his claws tearing at the ground as he charged in at Viora.
It had to be one of the Biomancer’s creations. A tauric cross of a human and some kind of panther.
I seized Viora and pushed her behind me.
“No!” she protested and seized my arm as I struggled to draw another throwing dagger.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“Aoifa,” Seamus shouted and charged back up the trail.
The creature seized me and Viora up in his strong arms. I gasped in shock at his strength as I was thrown over one of his shoulders, Viora over the other. The creature leaped, soaring high and crashing through the brush.
“Let me go,” I hissed, reaching for a knife.
“No, he won’t harm you,” Viora said, a big smile on her face. “This is Kelmam.”
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Fiona
Seamus dismounted next to me. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I groaned, tears burning in my eyes. I gripped my knee. “Don’t worry about me. Go after Aoifa.”
Seamus glanced at the brush. The valley rose up the steep slope. The monster crashed through it. Glimpses of his black fur leaping and bounding as he scaled the hill flashed through the bushes and trees.
“I can’t follow up that on Strider,” Seamus answered. “Can you heal yourself?”
I nodded my head. “Enhancement spirits, heal my hurt and soothe my pain.”
“Why did he grab Aoifa?” Seamus growled, glancing up the hill. “Why would the Biomancer want our wife?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed as the pain eased. The green enhancement spirits danced around the injury. “Let me cast a tracking spell for Aoifa then we can follow.”
“Without horses?” Seamus stared up the hill. The brute’s loud crashing through the brush lessened as he raced farther and farther away.
“Yes,” I said as I seized Seamus’s hand, and he hauled me to my feet. “I’ll use my magic to make it easier for us.”
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Aoifa
“Why aren’t I killing him right now?” I demanded.
“He’s the man I love,” gasped Viora, her eyes wide. “You can’t hurt him.”