Alynia's mind was still plain dead, defeated. Oberron was no longer here. She barely even cared who touched her body anymore. But no matter how stunned her senses might have been. Alynia could do nothing to stop her responsive body. Her hips jerked involuntarily as a hand stroked her delicate flower. 

She flinched and let out a tiny cry as she felt the knife run along her skin, she had been prepared for pain but the blade instead tore cleanly away at her dress. How cruel the dress that Oberron had given her with the blade that murdered him. "You're wrong." Alynia responded bitterly, but her eyes pressed shut and her head tilted back as Summer teased the sensitive  peaks the adorned the top of Alynia's soft mounds. 

She was doing everything she could do deny pleasure. Alynia felt Summer's hand reach up ripping away her clothing as well as her dignity. It was when she was in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties that the queen struggled slightly. But it was useless as the branches held her still. 

"Who are you? Who are you working for?" she demanded even though she was in no position to. "Why would you hurt him?" Alynia hissed through her teeth. One because she did not want to be raped and secretly hoped to distract her, and at the same time Alynia wanted answers more than anything else. She mewled as Alynia could feel her breasts harden under the dryad's cruel caress. She hated his; she hated her but she was helpless as her body was ruthlessly played with. 

"You will suffer. Mark my words." Alynia threatened tugging on her bounds a final time finally feeling how helpless she was.

Summer chuckled,the masochistic side in her peaking through as she gazed at the captive queen before her. "Then make it hurt so good! Your husband hurt Sable, I hurt him, simple as that. He killed my mother! What I should have done was kill you and watch him lament but that would have lasted what, a month before he found someone else and forgot about you. Besides," the blade moved along her smooth grin as she cruelly gazed at her, the blade poking beneath the lacy bra and cutting exposing her breast.

"Nice tits hun," a hand rolled over one as she leaned down taking the other into her mouth and sucking it for a second before peaking at her. "The poison, howver, was too difficult to locate to waste on you. Mmm, so turned on, I would expect nothing less from the queen of the fey."

That blade smoothly down her flesh stopping at her panties and cutting them away. She glanced at Birch, nodded where the plants on her ankles tugged spreading her legs a bit more. She could then feel Summer sliding her fingers against her sex, pull them away then lick moisture from them. "You'd be undone by now if you were male ... my gaze has a profund effect on them ... and lesbians of course ... a piety that there is some resistance but it will only add to the fun, slowly braking you down. We have the time hum."

She was stroking the pommel of the dagger against her slit, rocking it back and forth against her. Was she! Her body tensed up and she could feel the back of her head being gripped as Summer forced a kiss from her lips.

"Relax. hum. you'll enjoy it more ..."

Her head throbbed. There was a certain thunder coursing through it, was it the rumbling of her heart? Birch said something in the Sylvan tongue, Summer glanced, nodded and said something. Brich started towards the edge of trees then she heard it, Summer shrieking in pain as her head snapped up and she jerked her gaze toward Birch.

Alynia's bongs more then slackened as Birch let of a mournful wail as two lances struck him.

Knights! Here! With horses in the forest? What she thought were knights weren't. Rather they were two centaurs, a middle aged one and a young one that charged Birch hit it and kept riding due to moment. They were in a smalll clearing now so they can maneuver better.

Summer's chest opened up and sap smeared her chest. The fire to Birch was more annoying Alynia assumed, Perhaps it was warded against fire magic protecting against an obvious weakness. But Summer yelled out in Sylvan and clumsily ran to a tree disappearing into it before the centaurs arrived at that side of the clearing. By then the Ent moved into the forest, a trail of trees up rooting themselves marching towards the centaurs to dissuade them and slow them as it retreated into the forest. Before long the trees replanted themselves when out of range of the Ents controllin magic.

The two moved up to her, the younger had no idea who she was but the older knew, they had not been formally introduced to each other but the tattered dress was once elogant and he could assume she was the queen. He bowed, the younger had done the same after a moment to figure out the same thing that his father had.

"Orders our highness," the elder of the two said not really sure what was going on here but sort of deducing things from events.

Alynia was surprised; Sable's daughter? She glared wordlessly at the green haired dryad and began recognizing fratures. The same mocking scowl woven into her eyebrows, lovely plump lips just as the witch that imprisoned her. Though she had only encountered Sable a few times while still captive, Alynia had a good memory. She couldn't help but wonder how many innocent beings had died for the sake of Summer's beauty.

Alynia looked away blushing, as her breasts bounced slightly free of their restraints. She frowned, why was she so easily flustered? She was shivering as a soft breeze rolled around causing her chest to stand even more pert than they had been. Obviously, Summer took this as an invitation as she began suckling at her breasts. Alynia squeezed her eyes shut in disgust. Her hands clutched into feeble useless fists. She gritted her teeth at the derogatory words. "Shut up." she spat again. Tears welled once more as she was reminded of Oberron. 

Alynia struggled as her panties were cut away, her legs pried apart. But what could she do? She was tired and mentally exhausted. Alynia growled as she felt Summer's fingers, then the hilt of the blade slowly stimulate her body.  As her face was jerked up into a horrible kiss, Alynia did all she could to twist her head away. 

And suddenly Summer stopped. She and her tree were talking in a tongue Alynia didn't even try to understand, and to Alynia's delight Summer suddenly let out a wail of pain. The branches holding her limbs slithered away and the queen fell to the ground. 

It was only once the Ent and Dryad had fled than Alynia stood up shakily to her feet. Stumbling and using the tree she had been previously held up against as support. She wrapped her shredded dress around her as modestly as she could before turning to her saviors. 

Alynia gulped. Her tear stained face, her frazzled hair, a ripped dress definitely no longer fit to wear. She was surprised the centaurs even recognized her. "Please rise." she told them quietly wrapping her arms around herself. Alynia slowly stooped down and gently picked up the dagger that was dropped during Summer's escape thinking that it might be examinable. 

Alynia looked around the clearing, trying to deduce where she had ran. "Do you know of the glade that leads to Avalon?" she asked the centaurs. "Please take me there." she stated quietly. She wanted to go back to where Oberron had fallen. And if he was truly no longer there (silent tears began silently flowing down her cheeks at the thought), then Alynia would have no choice but to return to the castle alone.

The whole ordeal was harrowing for their queen. Both knew better to ask. Where was Oberron, his queen still could not look out for herself so it was unlikely that he would abandon her ...

Charon looked at her as a thought entered into his mind, his eyes teary, he believed that he knew why Oberron wasn't here now. "Of course, your wish is my command." He dropped to his knees encouraging her to get onto his back considering the centaurs were much faster than her under normal circumstances. She was in tattered clothes to so moving would have been restrictive while she was trying to maintain some modesty.

The dagger was smallish, a black blade of an unknown metal etched with silver runes of power. It was covered in the blood of her husband and some syruppy substance of some black liquid.

They soon got to the glad though Oberron's body was gone, where it once was the ground around it was green and new life grew though the glad seemed as dead as ever.

Charon got down on his knees again letting Alynia disembark and check the spot that Oberron was strewn out in. The tree near the spot was gone, moved by the Ent who replaced it and disguised himself as a normal drew for the assassination attempt/success.

"My queen, what has happened?" Charon asked as he feared the worse.

(If you want you can switch off to Esper now )

Alynia climbed up on Charon's back silently, riding in a saddle side fashion. She did what she could to remain presentable, clutching tightly at her torn dress as the wind whipped through her midnight hair. In one of her hands was the small black dagger. Alynia didn't know why she wished to carry it with her, but she felt it wasn't right to leave such an artifact behind. It was a light blade, more for throwing than for cutting. Though Alynia wanted to know what the runes stated, she still had no will to ask. The blood and black goo on the knife disgusted her, but she still held it close to her body feeling this odd distorted connection to it. 

As they reached the barren glade Alynia dismounted just as silently as she had been the entire ride. She walked serenely over to the lonely patch of green grass, where she could have sworn her husband stood beside her just moments ago. Alynia's face was solemn, but she had no more tears to spill. She just felt empty. 

"Oberron.. He's-" Alynia could bear to say it. She collapsed to her knees. She couldn't believe such a thing, it was just impossible. The last thing she would've ever imagined was for her all-powerful husband to simply disappear before her eyes. 

"Dead!" suddenly came a mocking jovial voice. Alynia's head snapped up in rage looking for where the voice had came from. She was surprised as only a few meters away stood a woman. Her arms were folded, her weight shifted into one hip. The clothes she was wearing simply made Alynia's state of dress look modest in comparison.

Esper couldn't suppress her sadistic toothy sneer. Yes, yes she knew wasn't suppose to show herself, she had been told just to check the status of the Avalon portal, but this was too good of an opportunity to waste! Here was the queen of the Fey simply on her knees with no one but two ponies to protect her! So vulnerable, oh so easy to taunt and tease to her whim. Esper licked her lips.

 "He's dead!" she repeated shouting it into he skies, throwing her head back laughing maniacally. Esper wanted to torment this girl. Oh she loved to see angels like this one suffer. But she didn't have his permission, Esper needed her master's position if she wanted to go as far as torture people that were not within her master's realm. She let out a romantic sigh which drew confused looks from Alynia.  Esper was simply thinking about her Prince, the girl practically just shuddered just at thoughts. 

Alynia stood up back away from the strange woman. She didn't feel safe. It was as if she was emitting a dark feeling that pressed down on Alynia's already depressed heart. She didn't know what to say or what to respond....

"You didn't protect the king?" Esper suddenly exclaimed feigning surprise directly her taunts to the centaurs. "Not very good at your job." she tutted pouting her lips. "Can't expect much from horses can you, your highness?" Esper cackled again at the queen's stunned silence. Such a sweet innocent face. "Oh well no matter!" Esper declared care freely ignoring Alynia's horrified expression. Giving her a cruel smile the woman snapped her fingers and disappeared just as quickly as she came in a puff of smoke. Esper was trembling with anticipation, she wanted nothing more than to tell her beloved what she had discovered and this was her only thought as she reappeared at the gate of his castle.

Meanwhile, Alynia was still getting out of her shock. She placed a hand gently on Charon's back motioning that they should leave. "Lets go back to the castle." Alynia stated weakly. "I'll explain more once were there."

(you've already read the second post, just posting it for the sake of anyone following along, I can't recall any inconsistancies but can edit things a little to fit)

Esper! Charon's head snapped in her direction, a hand falling to the hilt of his sword though it was not drawn as his son did the same. She was the Black Prince's whore and though she was out numbered now they had been aware the her Prince had taught her how to Shadow Step from shadow to shadow, as well as taught her more than a thing of too about pain.

She was competent in a fight but had to realize that Charon was no slouch either and figured why she did not attack then. She was uncertain of victory though he did not think that she was restrained back by her Prince who did not order her to attack, nor reveal herself in such a fashion! Of course he would be interested in the news, upset that he did not end Oberron's life and thus punish her from transference, the bearer of bad news though he did not need any reason to be sadistic with her and could just due it on a whim.

But neither centaur drew their weapons. Over eager the young one nearly did but his father restrained him from doing so with a same shake of the head. What Esper said hurt but Charon knew that those barbs would not last long if he did not respond to it.

But Esper soon part as he had expected though Charon was the only one amongst them that was old enough to truly understand. He was loyal to the crown and had to get to Avalon immediately. He wanted to go himself but realized that he was the better of the two warriors and that Oberron would not forgive him if anything had happened to his queen and thus he had elected to stay by her side as he spoke to the other centaur in that halting Sylvan tongue. The younger centaur bowed taking off as Charon whirled about to face his queen.

She looked so disheaveled at the moment and while he had to obey her commands there was nothing that prevented him from making a suggestion.

"My highness, a recommendation? Stop amongst the centaur village first, make yourself presentable as a queen then go to the castle. Forgive me, it is not my place but we have to act with haste ... we cannot expect much help from Puck either, he would not attempt to slay his father I hope but nor would he go out of his way to assist him either unless there was something to gain. The attack on Sable ... he was only there because Sable was a ban to all the seelie fey given her alliance with the unseelie courts though you have probably been told of all that history."

He moved to her side, got on his knees again so she could mount as he rose. The choice was her's to make of course and he could not disobey her commands, he had been under the oath. An oath that all the noble fey had to have taken.

Proud of herself Esper returned to the stronghold in the mountains intending on sharing her discovery, intending to make her master happy. The seelie king, dead, that had to be good news! Yes, he would be pleased with that! He would reward her for the information!

Servitude


She shouldn't have done it. Esper's brillant eyes went wide at Gersham's reaction, certainly he would be pleased by the news and thus she did not understand this shift in his nature. While Gersham was tough to read she realized that today was a rare indifferent day for him. He was usually livid about something or just plain old sadistic in either case he dotted upon her with cruel punishments that only he could bring to her. Even thinking about it now made her tinkly down their between her thighs. Of course she had told him once that she had loved him and he had laughed and brutally tortured her that night for showing weakness and while she craved his praise she inwardly enjoyed the punishments too,

Esper looked down at the floor only to feel her Prince yanking her hair forcing her to look up at him. This was bad, so very, very bad. His burgundy eyes blazed with a rage that she did not quiet understand.

“M-M-Master! Aw you're hurting me!”

“Shut up, cunt! Like I care if I pull all the roots out of your head. You displease me.”

“But why?” She was stunned and shocked and scarred, most of all she was exited and his third eye let him see the truth of the matter. Concealing things from him had been impossible as long as the eye witnessed them.

“Because I fucking can you whore!” He roughly shoved her to the ground and drove the air out of her lungs with a well placed kick to her ribs. “Was that a groan you fucking slut?”

“No … no master ...”

“Liar!” He snapped kicking his slut a little harder, his third eye made him aware that she was lying to him. He wrenched her up by the hair again dragging her towards the wall. There was an elf shackled there, cut and bruised from the bout of torture he was inflicting on him before he had been interupted.

“Look away from me! How dare you even look upon me slut! Now show him how much of a slut you are, take out his cock,” and when she hesitated he kicked her again, this time in her rump before he pulled on her hair again drawing a mewling sound out of her that showed him his fuck toy was enjoying this perhaps a little too much. “Take his prick out.”

He waited for her to comply before a steely grin spread across his features. “Now suck it for all your worth! Show him that your such a little slut!:

And she did, her tongue snaking along that shaft as her head slowly rocked back and forth as she sucked out all the air in her mouth through well trained breathing exercise and in part her nature as a demoness, succubi blooded. Her lips made a vaccum tight seal against him as her tongue spiraled along the underside of that length. Evidentally she was going too slow for Gersham's tastes who grabbed her by the back of her head, shoved her back and forth against that shaft to the point that sh was gagging against that length but could not fight against the hold on her. Plus there was a burning sensation that swept through her head where he touched her, her own arousal more than evident as that warmth spread through her body causing her to moisten between the thighs. Her nipples grew rock hard beneath her bikinni like top and her face grew flushed as desire swam through her senses.

He grabbed one of her erect nipples, squeezed sharply and heard her yelp against the cock within her mouth that threatened her with gagging each time. “Don't forget the balls my little slut!”

And she began to use her hand to cup and fondle his balls. Suddenly, when the elf was nice and hard and ready her head was jerked back. “Such the little slut! She how wet you've become just sucking on his prick, now stand!” Se did so. “Mow strip … slowly.”

There was heat in her cheeks, no in embassemnt but on account that he could turn her on so easily. She reached back, undid her top revealing full marvelous globes , pointed nipples pointing at the elf. She reached down, drawing her bottoms down then went to her stockings but was stopped.

“Good enough, now turn.” She faced him fee;ing Gersham's hand sting her cheek, then rub against her cheek. “Now take that hard prick inside you.” She reached back, grasped his memember and angle it getting ready to ease herself back on the large elven cock only to have Gersham shove her, pressing against her shoulders and forcing her back so that she had to take all of it in her at once. He reached out with a hand caressing a breast as this foreign cock throbbed within her. “Slut! You enjoy that cock a little too much!” He said a few arcane words causing a cat'o nine tails to appear in one of his hands.

“Now fuck him!”

“Master?”

He struck her with a crack of the whip across her breasts causing her to groan in a mix of pleasure and pain, her body bucking back, squeezing the cock inside herl First the top. Then the bottom as her well trained cunt stole over her as he whipped her in the breasts again. She gasped loudly hearing the squelch of her body against the elves.

“Fuck him harder you little slut!”

He unleashed his throbbing hard cock. “Now worship your Master!”

And she did, bending over and drawing her into her mouth and sucking against that delicious cock eagerly, one hand reaching up to fondle Gersham's balls as he groaned, tilting his head back as he surged forward with his hips slicing inside her with a certain eagerness to his actions.

Wildly Esper pressed back on that cock happy that her Master let her feel such carnal pleasures this time. As much as she desired to have Gersham's rod buried inside her she knew that she could afford to be so picky. There were times that he had left her a wreck torturing her for days but never quite reaching sexual release. It was always a deliberate thing with the Black Prince since he could make her cum had he wanted it.
Such as now as he touched her on the stomach infusing her with a sweet warmth as the elf fired his load into the demones, groaning out as she did so. Her body spasmed in bliss, closing around that member as she screamed out. “GERSHAM!”

Another mistake it seemed as he wrenched out of her then, she being unworthy to taste his royal nectar he deposited a thick load on her face, drenching her with his thick hot release. Gersham looked at her then, her body slowing as she panted against the man at her back.

Gersham cruelly gazed down at her, smacked her in the check with his throbbing hardness. He cruelly gazed down at her squeezing a nipple and sending another shockwave through her body. He could eny orgasms or bestow them with ease as he did now, torturing with pleasure.

“I did not command you to stop, slut!”

“Yes, Master,” she tried to clean him off but he stepped back from her, an invibility force pressing against her shoulders, forcing her back on the elf, in effect torturing them both. But Gersham did not care. He was just getting started ...

Her expression was stolid and emotionless as she watched the silver haired unseelie vanish; she only nodded her head curtly as the younger centaur galloped away.Turning her attention back to Charon, Alynia did not bothering to ask questions. She was still not yet in the state where she was fully aware of what was going on. It was not that she didn’t have the ability to grasp the situation; it was just that she found she couldn’t care about anything else around her except the horrible pang in her heart.

Alynia glanced down at herself, shredded clothes and all. Suddenly she felt a bit more embarrassed wrapping her dress more securely around herself. “You’re right, that would be best.” She stated a bit confused, she couldn’t imagine how a centaur village would have clothing that fit a human… or clothing at all in that matter. Alynia glanced at his broad bare chest but decided that Charon knew what he was talking about. She gracefully climbed onto Charon’s awaiting back; her hand ran through his fur softly. “Thank you.” She stated. “I would appreciate it if you found me something more suitable to wear.”

Even though she was talking a bit more now, Alynia felt hallow on the inside. She rode on Charon’s back as he galloped into the woods where he originally came from. She was silent, still collecting her thoughts. She was still coping with her loss, still not bearing to believe that Oberron was gone and had left her a kingdom to reign. Though not alone, she had her usurping step son, she felt a burden being placed upon her. She looked up wistfully to the sky as she rode on, the wicked black dagger still clutched tightly in her palm.

Esper was physically in no better state than the queen. She lay panting on the hard stone floor of the tower. Red welts littered her breasts, back, and behind. They still stung, for her punishment had been long. Her glistening juices still stained her thighs; she had not been allowed release. Esper considered finishing herself off, maybe even with her elven friend, but she refrained knowing that if Gersham found out he would be mad. Esper licked her lips relishing the feeling of stinging pain of her body. Oh she loved it, she loved it all what her master could do to her.

Long ago her prince had left her to repent, but the elf still bound. He hung his head tilted back breathing just as difficultly as she was. He was handsome, even in his tired state with his mangled long golden hair. His face was still whimsical, angelic almost and his body was lean but sculpted, almost as much as the Black Prince himself. Esper had enjoyed watching the days rolled by, watching as the elf’s brilliant blue eyes slowly turned bleaker, darker, and more defeated. He might have been a noble, or a guard of some sort, but how he was nothing. Stripped of his pride and honor, Esper smirked at the thought. She stood up shakily, if she had her way the Fey Queen was going to end up in the same way. She hated the Queen the first second she laid eyes on her, what a lovely face, and perfect body. Perfect enough to maybe even tempt her master. But Esper grinned as she exited the tower door, not bothering to dress herself. She was picturing horrible images of Alynia crying for mercy.

Charon must have known something she did not considering the village that he recommended. He nodded at her praise of thanks. "Oberron would have wanted it." Though it was part way through the forest that he had seemed to dawn on something. He had been quiet as she was simply reflecting on a few things, knowing others and not quite sure about others so he remained silent.

He asked to see the dagger though he himself was not versed with magic he was the kingdom's weapon master and knew most weapons. He could tell other qualties about the blade, it was light and well balanced designed for throwing and not cutting though he could tell it was sharpe enough to due so. It could be thrust boldly to get through narrow joints in armor.

He also study the poison on it for a moment, then gave the blade back. He was not to up to speed with poisons either though he could guess as to what it was. "Forgive me for asking my queen bu tcan you tell me what happened? I understand if you do not wish to speak of it, especially with the village being up ahead but we need to make a pit stop first. I'm afraid there isn't much in the way of clothes that we have, just some coverings for chests, nothing befitting a queen but Oswald lives near here. We will see him first. Also let him see the dagger, while I know some legends I do not know much about poisons and magic. I can tell you it's the Blade Blade one of the weapons once favored by the Black Prince but at one time he made a gift of it to Sable."

Charon gazed back at her. "Do not loose hope, that is perhaps on of the strongests of the old magics, it was what allowed you to give strength to Oberron to best Sable I have been told."



She knew better, absolutely knew better. Yet currently he was in a seething rage, how could someone else do this! How? He had left the tower still in a shitty mood, usually tormenting Esper cheered him up a little but not this time. The unseelie fey was nuts that he would be denied his revenge after centuries of hard work.

He returned to his tower, god help him if Esper did anything to pleasure herself! He would see the truth with his third eye if she attempted to lie. She had learned the hard way of obtaining his ire though he returned finding that the slut was still naked.

"Get dress! I have an assignment for you. If I cannot get my revenge on Oberron then his queen shall have to take his place. Go. Secure her and bring her back her within the fortnight, oh and Esper?"

He paused grabbing her by the side of the face and using his touch to flood her system. His lips pressed against her own before he shoved her back from himself. "Succeed and you will obtain release, Now go." He turned to go, stopped and looked over his shoulder. "And Esper? Touch yourself in the meantime and you shall never know pleasure again." He turned and continued on his way.

Alynia handed the weapon obediently over to Charon, noting that his pace became more of a trot as he flipped the weapon over in his large hands. She hoped he could make more sense of it than she could. She remained quiet as she listened to him explain the dagger, it made sense if it was at a time Sable's dagger since Summer stated she was Sable's daughter. She would've asked who Oswald was, but she was simply not feeling like her curious self for obvious reasons.

Alynia took a breath as she tried to recall the horrid event that happened what felt so long ago. Closing her eyes as if to ward of the pain, she steeled herself not to cry. "We were just walking." she started unsure of how to continue such a short tale. "He mentioned something about the Black Prince wishing to invade Avalon and so we went to the glade where the portal was suppose to be... But when we got there it was empty save for the trees..." Alynia's voice trailed off, heart feeling heavy. She took a few shaky  gasps of air wanting to stay composed. 

"A woman with green hair... Summer, she threw the knife and it hit." she muttered, her voice trembled as clutched the remains of her clothing tighter around her. "And then Oberron... fell." she rasped out. Alynia wiped away some forming tears threatening to well over. She was glad that Charon could not see her face. After a few moments of Alynia collecting herself she continued. "An Ent appeared.." she recalled "My husband attacked it with fire... And then Oberron.. He shattered.." Alynia could barely speak her voice so heavy with grief, her heart felt light lead weighing her down, but with all her stength she continued, glad that Charon was patient. 

"Then I ran.." Alynia paused. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "But there was nothing for me there, I was terrified. It was cowardly, but I ran." she sighed. "It didn't matter because Sunmer found me anyway." Alynia bit her lip. "She was one that tore my clothes. She mentioned she was Sable's daughter, that she did it all for revenge. Then you came." Alynia finished. She rested against Charon's back softly crying. "I won't give up hope. But I can't help but miss him dearly." she whispered through her tears. 


Esper had been simply been daydreaming as suddenly her very thoughts banged open the door. She peered seductively up at Gersham wanting attention, but her lovely features knitted back into a scowl as he ordered her to fetch Alynia. Wait, this wasn't suppose to be the way it went! Why should that tramp get any of her master's precious time? It was her husband he wanted, not Alynia. Esper frowned. It was suppose to be Esper's pleasure to torture the angel faced queen.

"But Darling, she is not worth any of your care! " she tried to protest not likely that her master seemed so intent of receiving any other girl besides herself. She was quickly silenced as his lips smashed forcefully onto hers. Esper melted into the kiss and whimpered. Her arousal spiked dangerously. Shuddering at his words she would have obeyed even if there was no incentive, but with sexual release harboring over her and being forbidden to please herself, Esper moaned in want and watched her beloved walk away. Without another thought besides the sole goal to please her prince, Esper slipped on her scanty clothing, snapped her fingers and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Charon knew how powerful that glimmer of hope was, yet he was uncertain as he listened to the tale. He figured that he knew certain matters though when she was apologizing about running she heard familiar words as Charon glanced back over his shoulder at her.

"You are queen of the fey and need not apologize to anyone." They were close to words she had heard before said by Oberron and for a moment she had to wonder if these were words uttered by him to lift her spirits or words common amongst the fey. It could have been that Oberron taught them to him once or maybe vice versa. "There was nothing you could have hoped to do at that stage except die or worse,

"Summer, well now she is Summer, changes names with the seasons, herhair coloration shifts too like all dryads. Unlike most dryads she has a thing for comely females, rather than young males and probably attempted to charm you too but unless you were lesbian or had strong bi-sexual tendancies it wouldn't have much effect.

"She was one of Sable's creations in the later years. Normal a dryad is infused to an oak tree but can;t leave within a few hundred feet of the tree. If the house tree dies the dryad linked to it dies within a day unless able to create a new tree from the acorns of her previous tree but unless they have the access to the right magic they cannot or evn if they did the land her is too bad for such growth to really take hold.

"Sable link her with Birch so she could be more mobile so if Birch were to die then so would see. She was taught some magic, mostly stealth and some diviinations though she was trained as an assassin and charged with assassinating fey nobles and was emtrusted with the black blade, the Black Prince's weapon that he gave to Sable who in turn gave it to Summer. She is quiet powerful and without Oberron you had no chance especially when it came to you and those two. Ah, we are here."

There was a tiny door set in a tree that Charon knocked upon, Soon the door was opened by a small two foot tall creature with pointed ears that took up most of the side of his face. His hair was wild, green with streaks of brown and he wore spectacles.

He looked, saw Charon and moved to close the door. "Whatever you selling I' not buying -"

"You'll buy this," Charon stuck his leg in the door then spoke halting in the Sylvan tongue. The little man looked at the human, blinked and came out of the house kneeling on the ground before her.

"My queen, forgive me. I did not see you there and did not believe for you to grace me." When allowed to rise the brownie approached, touched a piece of her garment only to cause magical lights to swirl about her body only to completely restored the garment to what it once was. He was holding glass slippers in his handsthat he handed over to her. I noticed you had no footwear. It's essential to have footwear."

Charon scoffed as the obsessive brownie talked about shoes again. He asked to see the dagger, studied it and dabbed his fingers in the black liquid, smellled them then took a little taste and made a sour face and spat the taste out.

"Yep ... it is .... yep .... oh, um, it's poion alright their's not much of it left. Essentially it blocks ones connection to magic but I have been told that Oberron used magic aftewards. That would have taken incredible strength of will and only Oberron amonst the fey could have pulled it of and only in the forest too. The Heart of Storms is strong indeed and while the forest lives it's power sill exists. Oberron is not dead. Nope. He cannot die in these forests unless the forest is to die. He is connect to it through the Heart of Storms hence why there is no body. No, he's in Avalon I am certain. For how long varies.

"You see it all depends on how badly he wishes to return and how long it takes for his body to reform. He looked at her, considered. "I don't think that he will be away long. I wouldn't be if I were human and married to you unless your a nag then I might stay on Avalon for a few centuries but something tells me you are not a nag or else Oberron would not have taken you as his wife.

"Give him a month at most, I wouldn't be surprised if he recovers within the frame of a week. It should take about that long to reforge a body, well regenerate, you know what I mean. Now unless I can help you with anything else you highness I would really love to get back to the pair of loafers that I was working on."

Alynia had to hold back from apologizing for apologizing. She assumed it was just something she would get used to. Watching the trees gradually change from their bleak color to brown then green, she was quiet as she listened to Charon’s explanation. A hint of her curiosity showed through her doleful expression. She couldn’t help but think of this world as fascinating even though this was neither the time nor situation where it was appropriate. She sighed softly thinking it was usually Oberron who explained for her such things.

Still Alynia was above grateful for the centaur for treating her with such respect. As they arrived at a quaint tree home she dismounted with ease. She hugged Charon sweetly, needing brief physical comfort. “Thank you.” She said with a doleful smile. “You are very kind.”

As they approached the door Alynia tilted her head with interest at the short man who answered the knocks. Though Oswald was rather cold at first, he quickly warmed up after noticing Alynia standing close.

“Please rise.” She stated kindly as soon as he knelt. Alynia was still not used to the gesture. She thanked him as he mended her clothes with ease. Though she stared at the slippers with wide eyes simply astounded at the quality, she hesitantly accepted them. She had honestly been quite comfortable bare feet which put up to a lot of strain, but she supposed that it was more appropriate for her to wear shoes. She bent over slipping on the glass slippers. Though they were too large at first, they suddenly shrank to a perfect fit.

Watching him as he observed the dagger as well as the black liquid she had not expected much. But as she slowly began to understand the brownie’s words her hand grasped over her heart feeling a tidal wave of relief. Her eyes softened and her lips mouth opened in a hearty sigh. “Thank you..” She breathed out at his words. She was looking much more like her old self. After trying to prepare to accept that Oberron was gone forever, there were no words to describe the relief she was feeling now that she knew the longest they would have to be apart would be a month.

Alynia was still breathless with relief as she watched him close the door to go back to making shoes. She smiled happily at Charon but she had no words to express her happiness. Alynia was speechless with only the expression of pure relief to show her feelings. “To the village?” She wondered.

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Esper was back in the barren wasteland of a glade. Her eyes scanned the land immediately spotting hoof prints leading off into the woods. She walked forward examining them. The direction they were heading would be almost too easy to follow. The simplicity of the task delighted the demoness as small tremors of pleasure coursed through her from just thinking about her reward when she returned. Esper melded into the shadow, appearing every few miles checking whether or not she was heading in the right direction. Though she still didn’t like the idea of bring her master the queen, she was wired to obey Gersham’s every whim and command no matter what.

After a bit of traveling Esper arrived at the dwelling imbedded into the tree, the very one that Alynia and Charon had been only minutes ago. Esper scanned the tracks noticing the bare foot prints turn into heeled steps and then the hooves galloping away once more. Esper’s nose sniffed the air trying to determine if magic had occurred. She simply deduced that the queen had stopped by to redress and now was on her way once again. Esper frowned unhappy that Alynia was still being guarded by the horse.

Esper knew Charon would be a force to be reckoned with, and if she was trying to make it away with the girl then it would be better if he wasn’t there. She would strike when the queen was alone. She decided it would be best to catch up to them before selecting her time to strike. It would be quick and clean, and after she was done her prince would award her. Esper wetted her lips at the thought.

"Really, there's no need to thank me, a simple cantrip to mend the clothes and some general knowledge." Oswarld took off his glasses and wiped them on his sleeve before placing them back on. He mused for something though the brownie wanted to get back to cobbling those shoes he did not wish to seem impatient either in her presence.

"But if you insist then you can kiss me, right here," He pointed to his cheek while Charon raised a brow. She was lucky that she was attached to Oberron as the fey would have been more daring. He thanked her for the peck on the cheek and returned inside muttering something about Summer should know these things wouldn't be effective if she were a real fey ... a fey artifically created by a human had lost certain common knowledge but just in case Charon had already dispatched his son to Avalon to guard the king. He suspected that the Heart of Storms had a part to play and that the forest did not wither and die as he was told that the two were connect. Oberron could not die while in the forest and if the great forest had been destroyed then Oberron would perish. The heart cut both ways but since Oberron was nearly always in the forest then he was effectively immortal as long as he was attuned to the heart. He did have the hassel of waiting for his body to regenerate and being transported to Avalon, where he could be killed so Charon had initially believed that Oberron was dead, then recalled the stories about the heart and then, well sent his son to Avalon incase something wicked was waiting there for the king and he would not go alone either. Corte, Marduke, whomever Fenris could grab ...

But Alynia was in greater spirits as she mounted the centaur side saddled again. The centaur village was small and while she got many stares there was nothing but reverence here. In fact there was alcohol too and she found rather quickly that the centaurs like a good drink. Though while their she would find out about Oswald (and brownie's in general) and their obsession with shoes ...

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Esper had not gotten too much farther than Oswald's house when she had been alerted by the soft melody of a wood wind instrument. Pipes! Something tugged upon her mind, mad it foggy, but these sick notions of love and all their goodness went contrary to what she had know and she quiet easily shrugged them off.

Searching out the source of the pipes she easily saw a satyr playing his pipes and heading in her direction. He paused though, realizing the look to her eyes were rather dark and she was not charmed. He turned ran, but how could you hope to out run someone that could simply step through the shadows so when she appeared before him he went wide eyed.

"Wait!" Phebs cringed. "You're after the queen! I ... I ... know where she is she's not too far off! I can help you."

Alynia dismounted and walked beside Charon as they neared the village. She placed a hand on his back so he would be able to guide her easily. Many centaurs, at the sight of her, stooped into a low respectful bow in which Alynia nodded politely in return. She recognized some of them from the previous war against Sable. Alynia was glad that they seems to accept her even though they didn't know her personally, they all seemed to trust Oberron's decision. 

She had a fair expression and a gentle smile but she turned down the goblet of wine offered to her. Alynia didn't trust herself with any fey drinks without Oberron beside her. She wasn't too sure if Charon was aware of the drinking abilities of humans for centaurs didn't seem that they had to be too careful with their alcohol. 

Alynia looked around with interest. The familiar curiosity that Oberron had found attractive reappeared on her features. She liked centaurs, they were so regal looking. A streamline body seemed built for grace and speed.nAlynia had many questions. What was needed to be done in the village, what was she to do while Oberron was gone. But she started with a simple one "What species of fey is Oswald?" Alynia asked as she took in her surroundings as they walked into the heart of the small village.


Esper had heard pipes, her mind had gotten a bit fuzzy but all of this only served to enrage her. Satyr songs always conveyed feelings of love and compassion, luring women with ideas that appealed to them so. But Esper was unlike other women, she despised such feelings for she knew they were just illusions. Maybe at one point long long ago she felt such stirrings for her master, but soon she discovered raw lust and desire were so much more rewarding for the both of them. Absolute devotion, pure reverence, these were the closest thing the unseelie would come to love.

Abandoning her mission briefly she searched for the origin of the disgustingly pleasant music and quickly located the half goat. As soon as Phebes realized his magic wasn't effective, he ran. Though Satyrs run quickly, he was no match for Esper's shadow steps.

An invisible force grabbed the Satyr and forced him up into the air, face level to the demoness. He was already pleading for mercy. Esper laughed, a bitter cruel laugh. "But I haven't even started yet!" she teased running a sharp nail along the side of the satyr's cringing face. Reached behind her a drew of a small black dagger, it's blade wicked sharp and slightly curved matching her heartless smile.

She was going to kill him, that was until he mentioned the queen. Esper stopped, "You claim to know quite a lot for being dirt." she sneered tracing the knife along his neck and shoulders. "How about this. If I let you go, you bring the lovely Alynia to me by tomorrow." she paused withdrawing the knife and glanced at Phebes with interest. "If you succeed, I'll let you survive." Esper's lips suddenly twitched up into a horrible grin. "And if you fail..." Esper leaned in pressing her knife into his furry thigh, purposefully near his manhood. "I'll cut you up... piece by piece." she whispered almost joyfully into his ear.

Esper cackled as the invisible force suddenly disappeared and the satyr dropped to the ground. "I'll be at the portal to Avalon at midnight. You best not be late." she told him. A maniacal glint lingered in her eye as she vanished once again into the shadows.

"Oswald? He ain't fey!" By this point most of the centaurs were free with their liquor and drunk though it was clear that they did not wish to associate with him, They were all fey and thus the same species but varied races and clearly Oswald was quiet different.

"Brownie, he's a stink' brownie," one of the not so drunk centaurs answered. At first it could have been infered that they disliked the reclusive but centaurs (who wore no shoes) could not understand Oswald's compulsion in crafting shoes. Alynia had learned that the brownies tended to be domestic in a manner of speaking. If food was left out for them they tended to visit shop keepers and do their work over the course of the night, they excelled at making shoes though they loved working for cobblers.
Most brownies lived closer to human settlements for obvious reasons but Oswald was a bit of a recluse. He still was obsessive about shoes though.

The centaurs were having a far better time then Phebes who had been wide eyed in terror as he was dropped to the ground. Certainly Oberron had warned Alyina not to trust him so luring her off would be tougher.
He had seen the queen with Charon and even if his magic took hold and had no reason to think it wouldn't, he would still have to get her isolated from the male centaurs. His music still worked on their females so finding her with one in her company wasn't so difficult.

Yet as he went back to the glad he called home he opened up the old chest looking at some of the items that he had collected over the years. He wrapped a bandolier around himself, took a clear vial and slip it into a pouch then took the cloak within it tossed that over his shoulders then slipped on the ring, concentrated a little and allowed his form to shift shape into that of the royal guardsman Corte. Yes, Corte would even disarm Charon and the centaurs had little magic too so the risks of detection was low. The vial he would drink closer to the village that would only serve to give him that glib tongue and make his desceptions tougher though now he swallowed the pill for it would last awhile, he ran a gamut of voices, settled on the one closest to Cortes he could find then used the cloak to go invisible until he got closer to the village.

Inwardly he cursed the demoness for having him to resort to using this stuff, it was rare and expensive after all but he knew that with his cloak of invisibility she would find him. He feared that she had divinations that would pierce the veil of illusion, the Black Prince had an eye that always revealed the truth so it was likely that his minion would have some sort of training in that regard as far as dismissing his illusions or seeing through him. His magic was not so plentiful either and were mostly effects that he could use through his pipes but even still it was more magi than the typical brutish centaur possessed. He went invisible then made his way to the edge of the village to see what he was in store for ...