Free Wildlings Enraptured: The Novella: (Fantasy Dark Erotica, Paranormal Sex Stories, Fairy Sex) by Jill Soffalot Page A

disconsolately as the viscous fluid snaked down two tubes and collected in an extravagant bronze goblet. Herrik seemed to relish the opportunity to milk the woman who borrowed his skin, and he smiled as she mourned the loss of the moon. With it went her power and her only hope of escape. The cunt had ruined her, and as she ruminated on her failure, she pondered how best she could repay the favor.
    She was sitting in Trixie Bower’s bedchamber, as cruel a place as any the Negress could have chosen. The slipstream sparkled cerulean blue by the fireplace a mere five feet away from her, its flickering surface a tantalizing promise of home. So near, yet unreachable. Trixie’s bed occupied the left side of the room, an oaken monstrosity with pillars carved into the shape of cavorting water nymphs. Neora’s portrait hung above the ornate headboard, depicting the Moonmother delivering the world from between her massive thighs.
    Trixie begged Neora to pose for it for months, and she eventually yielded and allowed the love-struck Fay to paint her image. In the painting, she reclined against one of the bedposts, her legs spread but her pussy hidden by a stunningly rendered hand. Neora looked at the portrait’s sullen violet eyes, wondering if she ever lowered herself further than she did for Rorke Bower’s perverse progeny. It was a nauseating task winning the Bower girls over. The younger ones were swayed by cock, which Minerva had in ready supply. Trixie, however, had been infatuated with the glamorous etiquette mistress who always wore her dress a little too tight and her hair slightly wild. She required feminine persuasion, so it had fallen to Neora to appease the tiring Fay.
    Trixie had knelt upon this bed with her dress hiked up and her rump in the air while Neora ate out her asshole. Neora wore gloves that ended in three inch long snowcat claws, and as she sucked, she raked the razor-sharp edges across Trixie’s exposed ass. Neora remembered the moans of the arrogant Fay as she pressed back against her tongue and teeth. A moonglass tourniquet had cinched Trixie’s wrists in front of her, the device designed to tighten as the wearer’s wrists rebelled against their restriction. Neora almost laughed at the bitter parallel with her own situation, and she whispered a prayer of vengeance to the empty room.
    The door opened to her right. The Negress bent beneath the low lintel and glided to Neora’s ivy prison. At seven feet tall, she resembled a bald giantess treading through the home of a child. Her skin was the black of starless night, and it seemed to shine in the dim room. Her dress was a masterwork of lace and iridescent pearl. She was high breasted and impossibly long limbed, with a face that appeared to be chiseled from dusky glass. The contours were proud and angular, and she lifted a hand laced with white Fay tattoos to hold Neora’s chin as she inspected her. Her eyes glanced up at the portrait, and her laugh was a surprisingly sweet contralto both rich and tender.
    “A secret admirer? How touching. The likeness is remarkable.”
    “It was a necessary evil. Minerva needed a safe place to house the slipstream, the Bower girls needed etiquette lessons. A deal was struck. How can I help you, wench?” She gazed up defiantly at the Negress, her dynamic eyes meeting the Negress’s coal stare.
    The Negress smiled, and a dazzling eruption of white etched across her inky face. “No evil is necessary. Somehow I struggle to picture you as an educator. But I will give the Bower girl her due, she had excellent taste. You are a most exquisite creature, Neora.”
    “Then come here and eat my pussy. It is the most decadent flavor those ancient lips will ever taste.”
    The smile died on the Negress’s face. “Just when we were becoming friends. Are you comfortable, Neora? I can tighten those restraints if you like. Judging from your reputation, I doubt you’ll mind.”
    The Negress’s lips parted slightly and she blew