Something Wicked Ch.7 The Caged Fairy It was a dark evening about midnight in the town of Nadgar and the surrounding area. The moon was hidden by a thick cloud cover, making it hard to navigate at night. Flames for the towers of Castle Ifiren were the only light that kept the castle from being cloaked the darkened night. Approaching the castle on this dark night were a trio of cloaked figures, two following behind one and connected by shackles. Though dark, two of the more keen eyed of a trio of guards on the west tower noticed the group approaching. “Notify the troops on the first level!” said the taller of the three, “ Someone’s coming to the castle.” His stalky comrade followed the suggestion and went down the nearest stairs, while the third looked out the window curiously. “Who ya’ reckon they are?” he asked. “Could be some trouble makers come to screw with us but Mistress Ravutha might have sent someone to fetch the people she was looking for,” He grabbed a scrying medallion to contact Gargloth, “This is the west tower. Three people in cloaks are headed for the castle.” “Hold them when they arrive. I will tell the mistress and she will be down there soon,” Gargloth replied over the scrying medallion. A few moments later, the three cloaked figures arrived and were surrounded by the guards. Gargloth and Ravutha arrived, the dark mistress dressed in a revealing outfit that drew the attention of most guards and two of the cloaked figures. A quick glare to her staff got them to look away from her form and she addressed the figures. “Who are you to come to my castle at this late hour? Reveal yourself!” The lead cloaked figure did as the dark elf asked, revealing herself to be a human sized Melon Flower minus her wings. “I have come my lady bearing what you seek,” the fairy said, presenting the Dragon’s Blood Ruby to her. The dark elf’s eyes lit up at the sight of the blood red gem before her. She accepted the gem, coveting it like a child who finally received a long desired toy. “Along with a bonus,” Melon Flower said pulling back the hoods of the other figures revealing Cyril and Anthony, the two of them bound in shackles around their wrists The dark elf smirked for a minute seeing the faces of the two men she had been eager to bed before putting her poker face back on. “And what of their companions? Mikhaela and the two elven waifs?” Ravutha asked. “Dealt with. I slipped into their quarters and slit their throats while they slept,” Melon Flower said, “I even used the knife of that flat-chested elf to do it.” Cyril and Anthony winced mournfully at the comment. Ravutha noticed this response from the mage and prince but was a little skeptical. “You killed them? We don’t usually have you do that and making such a move,” Ravutha said, “I can’t really take your word for it as you are a thief, after all.” “You require proof, my lady. Here it is,” Melon Flower said, presenting her with one of Levine’s knives. Placing the crystal in the hands of Gargloth, Ravutha took the knife and removed it from the sheath. The silver blade was tarnished by blood much to Ravutha’s surprise. She held the blade examining it before licking some of the blood from it. Cyril showed some disgust by the display. After seeming to contemplate the taste, Ravutha showed a smirk of satisfaction. “Light Elf blood along with a mix of human. This was definitely from them,” Ravutha said, handing Gargloth the knife, “Too bad. I was looking forward to that wench Mikhaela watching my rise to glory and then killing her myself but I will have to settle for having tasted her freshly spilled blood.” “You monstrous witch!” Cyril said. Ravutha turned to the brown haired wizard with a triumphant smile, “Cyril, my dear. Don’t be so sad. You should’ve known that with Mikhaela carrying around something like the Dragon’s Blood Ruby would’ve led to her death.” Cyril still showed an angered expression on his face as he looked at her. Ravutha wasn’t phased at all by his glare. “Now, given what you did to me last time, I’m still a bit cross with you. So you’re going to have to learn not to treat your mistress in such a way,” Ravutha said, “You’ll be staying in the dungeon for about a few months or a year depending on if you behave and are willing to submit to me.” Ravutha turned to Anthony who’s eyes where almost glued to her body. While her bust wasn’t on the same level as Mikhaela’s, her tits were still rather tantalizing and the rest of her body looked like it made up for it. Her wardrobe choice certainly hinted at this. Ravutha was currently dressed in a tight, black gown with flowing transparent sleeves and a neckline that almost went down to her crotch. The revealing dress was more than enough to stimulate the breast fanatical prince. He was almost salivating and his pants were developing a prominent bulge from his groin. Ravutha herself was fairly enamored with the prince. He was quite handsome and she didn’t always get the chance to dine on royalty. She managed to keep her cool a bit better than the prince and put on a sexy heir as she directed her attention on him. “You must be Prince Anthony von Callister, heir of the Callister throne. I’m Ravutha,” She said coming up close to him, “You don’t seem nearly as distraught about your companions as the wizard boy seems to be.” Prince Anthony attempted to gain his own control back, “Well, I do feel sorrow for their loss but I can’t help feeling some other emotions at the moment in the presence of such a ravishing beauty. I’ve never met another dark elf but they probably couldn’t compare to a sexy goddess like yourself.” Ravutha smiled at the compliment and pressed herself against his chest, causing Anthony’s crotch to tighten even more. Cyril sighed with a hint of disgust and exasperation at the scene. Gargloth stepped up to break up the moment. “Mistress, what would you like done with these three?” the gremlin asked. “The Fairy can go back to her cage and Cyril should be brought to the dungeon as well,” Ravutha said. Goblin guards took Cyril’s chains and a guard poked Melon Flower with a spear. “Ow!” “Oi, Fairy! go back to your normal size!” He said, “We’ve got a cage for you!” He said bringing out a small bird cage. “Uh, but Mistress, I did what you asked,” Melon Flower said. “Did Lazurai tell you you’d be set free after this?” The Sorceress said, “You’ll be free when I have no further use for you.” “Yes, Mistress,” Melon Flower said defeatedly, returning to her nine inch height, sprouting her wings, and flew into her cage which was carried off by a goblin guard following Cyril. “And what of the human prince?” Gargloth said, “And these trophies?” “The ruby shall be coming with me to my room. The knife can go to the trophy room,” Ravutha said, taking the ruby from Gargloth, “As for the prince, I’ll be taking him with me. I could use a little snack.” She grasped Anthony’s chains and dragged him along, both gaining lustful smiles toward each other. With that the guards returned to their Stations. During this event, Two guards remained at a back entrance behind the castle. One of them thought he saw something flash between the shadows. “Oi, Did you see that?” He asked his compatriot. “See what?” The other replied. “There in the woods,” He restated, “Did you see anything?” “I don’t see nothing. I can barely see anything,” He said bored, “Being backdoor guard duty is so boring. Nothing happens.” Unnoticed by the guards, a small figure flew over sprinkling something over them. The first guard noticed it slightly. “Hey, did you...did *yawn* you see that?” He asked again suddenly starting to feel a little drowsy. “I’m telling y...you *yawn* You’re being paranoid,” the second guard said, “It was *yawn* probably just a...a...bird.” Their eyelids started to feel heavy and droop. “Hey, do you feel....tired?” the first asked. “Yeah, maybe...maybe we should...rest our eyes,” The second yawned. “But....but...what about....*yawn* our guard...duty,” The first said just barely hanging on to a tiny bit of consciousness. “It’s not like anything’s gonna...gonna...*yawn* happen,” He reasoned just barely awake himself, “We can take a little....nap....” The first guard didn’t hear the reply as he was already asleep and his friend followed soon after, both unconscious against the sides of the door. Three figures slid past the two guards, swiping their keys and entering into the back entrance leading to something of a kitchen or pantry. One of the figures removed their hood revealing Cyril. “Wow, that delusion dust worked pretty well,” He said to Melon Flower who sat down on his shoulder, “How is it made?” “Is it really the time to be asking that right now?” Levine said pulling back her hood. “Sorry,” Cyril said apologetically. “So where do we go now, Melon Flower?” Levine asked. “Well, we’re in the kitchen on the first level,” She said, “If I recall correctly, the treasure vault should be on the second level in the east wing. That’s where it was-” “Treasure Vault? This better not be some scheme,” Levine said. “What does that mean?” Melon Flower said standing on Cyril’s shoulder. “We came here to get your phylactery and free you from their control,” Levine said, “We’re not here to be your accomplices in a heist.” “You’re awfully quick to assume hidden motives for someone who hides themselves by binding,” Melon Flower shot back. Levine blushed, covered her chest, and shot a glare at Melon Flower. Cyril decided to step in. “Levine, calm down,” Cyril said before turning his attention to Melon Flower, “Melon Flower, why are we going to the treasure vault?” “When I first came here and tried to steal some money from Ravutha, I found more than just cash in the vault,” She answered, “I found a shelf containing various artifacts. Some of them were old weapons and armor with battle damage on them, some were magical items of great power, while a few were items that seemed to possess more magic than was necessary for a magic item.” “Hmm, a prominent sign of a phylactery. So, the vault is also a trophy room, containing tools of Ravutha’s fallen opponents and a few phylacteries of her prisoners,” Cyril deduces. “Exactly,” Melon Flower said. “Ok, well, I suppose we should go to the vault then,” Levine said, “But this better not be some trick or your wings are gonna be clipped.” When Levine had her back turned, Melon Flower stuck out her tongue for a second. Levine went to grab one of her knives and winced when she grabbed the knife. “Levine, are you alright?” Cyril asked concerned. “I’m fine. My hand just aches a little,” Levine said, “The spell Lady Uahna used to heal me, herself, and Mikhaela restored our flesh but still leaves the ache for the damaged skin.” “It was necessary to make Ravutha believe Melon Flower had killed you. That way she wouldn’t be suspecting us to pull this particular diversion,” Cyril said. “I’m still weary about this plan of your’s,” Levine said, arming herself and peeking out into the hallway, “Sending Lady Uahna, Mikhaela, and Anthony to the front while we sneak through the back? Seems a little risky.” With the coast seeming clear, Levine gestured for Melon Flower to lead them on down the hallway. Levine continued her discussion with the young wizard. “I mean sending them to the front in disguises and how do you know that Ravutha will act how you expect her to?” “Call it an educated guess, Levine,” Cyril said while sneakily running, “If Ravutha believes everything is settled with ‘Me’ and Anthony captured and Mikhaela, Uahna, and yourself slain, Her guard will be dropped and won’t be expecting anything.” “Why send Mikhaela and Lady Uahna in under a shapeshifting spell?” She asked, “Why not go yourself with Melon Flower?” “We need Melon Flower to guide us to her phylactery and I don’t think Mikhaela or Uahna will trust her,” Cyril said. “I don’t trust her,” Levine whispered back, “What if she’s just leading us into another trap or how do we know she’s not just going to turn her back on us as soon as she gets her phylactery back?” “In truth we don’t but given her low magical power and the fact that she seemed to be telling the truth is enough for me,” Cyril replied, “Besides, we have at least a few back up plans in case something were to happen.” “Guys! Slow down, we’ve got guards ahead,” Melon Flower warned, “Around the next corner.” Cyril and Levine stopped running and slowed to a stealthy walk. They peeked around the next corner to see two male goblins dressed in armor and wielding spears. “Hmm, two of them. I could possibly take them down but if one of them actually manages to get away-,” Levine started analyzing the situation to take the proper course of action when Melon Flower flew past her. “Leave it to me,” Melon Flower said before she blew some delusion dust in the direction of the two guards. As the guards started to sneeze and cough from the dust, Melon Flower’s hands flashed in a magenta form and the guards flashed with a magenta aura for a brief second. As their coughing spat died down, the two guards started to turn their heads. Levine went for her swords, preparing for the guards to attack them when the two guards stopped in their turn and stared at their partner. After a short pause, the two guards embraced and began to deeply kiss one another. Cyril and Levine were shocked and rather disgusted by the display. Not that either of them were homophobic, but the prospect of two, rather ugly goblins making out in front of them was not a pleasant sight. Melon Flower urged them to move forward and after tiptoeing around the goblin guards, they continued onwards. “Melon Flower, what-what exactly just happened?” Cyril asked. “Heeheehee, I just used a little delusion dust and cast Heart’s Mate,” Melon Flower explained. “I see, you used an illusion spell to make them think the other was their ideal partner and the delusion dust just makes the illusion stronger,” Cyril said, “Clever.” Melon Flower smirked at the praise. “So...what happens when they try to insert into the other?” Levine asked. Asking this caused the trio to stop in their tracks and the thought brought a rather unpleasant image to their minds. “Let’s not think about that,” Cyril said, “Let’s keep moving.” “Yeah,” agreed the two women and they continued. “Cyril, there was something else that was bothering me,” Levine said, “What about Prince Anthony as the main distraction for Ravutha?” “Why do you ask? You worried about him?” Cyril asked. “Of course not, but why send him up there?” Levine queried. “Well, given my first encounter with Ravutha and the fact that she sent goblins to bring Prince Anthony and myself to her during our encounter outside Aguila,” Cyril hypothesized, “We can assume that she’s interested in him and if I were to perhaps say something to offend her, she would probably take him back to her room to feed.” “Feed?” “Uh-huh, Ravutha used the energy drain ritual on me when we first met,” Cyril said, “She has an interest in fresh meat, so to speak.” “The energy drain ritual? That dark magic spell has been known to kill people,” Levine said, “Shouldn’t we be worried that the prince could die?” “Well, he seems to have quite a lot of vitality given that fact of his harem before joining us,” Cyril said, “So maybe his life force will be abundant enough to the point where the drain won’t kill him.” “And what if it’s not?” “Just think of this as a time table of trying to get Melon Flower’s phylactery before she can drain him fully,” Cyril said considering his responsibility to the prince’s safety, “Let’s not waste any time.” Meanwhile in another part of the fortress, Prince Anthony was being guided to Ravutha’s Quarters by the dark elf mistress herself and a couple of goblin guards. The room was nicely furnished with a large bed, a nightstand on each side, and a shelf of various items. Ravutha turned to her guards. “I can handle the prince myself. Away with you,” Ravutha commanded and her guards left the room. With her guards gone, Ravutha made sure the close the door and lock it. With her back turned to him, Prince Anthony took his chance and gave the dark elf sorceress a goose to her round rump. Ravutha jolted upright in surprise as she looked back at the prince with a pleased smile on his face. Ravutha smirked at him as well. “You naughty, naughty boy,” Ravutha said coming up to him, “Goosing a girl when her back’s turned.” “What better time is there to do that?” Prince Anthony asked. Ravutha smirked and gave his chains a tug, “Well, I may have to teach you a little restraint.” She playfully guided him to her bed and lay him across the mattress. She climbed on top of him and leaned forward. Anthony assumed she was going to let him rub his face in her cleavage given the closeness of her breasts to his face. Instead however, she placed his shackles on a hook over the headboard of the bed. The prince was confused and not accustom to this treatment. “Uh, my lady, What are you doing?” Anthony asked. “Keeping you restrained for this,” Ravutha said, undoing her gown and releasing her breasts. Anthony’s eyes went wide at the sight of those released mounds and he tugged as his shackles in a desire to grab them. Of course, the shackles were hampering this lustful wish. He attempted to stretch with his tongue and head towards her breasts but this still proved futile. Ravutha smirked to see the prince so hungry for her and felt another sign of lustful desire throbbing against her backside. She licked her lips as she desired him as well. “Let’s take a look at your royal scepter, shall we?” Ravutha said getting off the prince’s abdomen and going for his trousers. She removed his pants, exposing his hard prick to the world or at least her bedroom. Though perhaps not the biggest cock she’d had, it was still fairly large and slim. She grasped it,feeling it throb in her hand. Ravutha leaned forward and kissed the tip. Prince Anthony felt a tingle surge through his body but he really didn’t pay much mind to it as it was directly followed by Ravutha consuming his cock and sucking on it hard. He began moaning from the the blowjob. “Aaaahh, Oh man~” He moaned, “This is even better than Uahna’s or the services of my harem! You’re amazing!” Ravutha smirked at the prince’s exclamation of his pleasure. She continued to suck him off, licking the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Her mouth tightened around his shaft, applying an amount of pressure mixed the the caress of her lips. Anthony moaned at the pleasure. Though a blowjob wasn’t a new sensation to him, it was the first time he’d received one from a dark elf. He was slightly curious why they had such a bad rep. Ravutha finally removed her mouth from his cock with a pop. “I think that should be good and lubricated,” She said, “Just enough for this.” Saying this, she squeezed her breasts together and slid Prince Anthony’s erection between her cleavage. The human prince moaned as he felt his shaft squeezed between her large, round, blue melons. She of course continued this pleasing pressure by raising her elven mammaries up and down his cock. She ground and rubbed her tits against his prick, causing the royal cock to be buffeted by those luscious love pillows. The dark elf squeezed and caressed the young man’s penis vigorously. The prince had this kind of attention given to this cock before but it felt a little better for some reason and he starting to feel all too eager to reward the sexy sorceress for her work. Ravutha read Anthony’s expression and noted his near orgasmic face. She decided to help the process by placing her mouth on the shaft and sucking on it while she continued her barrage of boobage. This was enough to finally trigger the overexcited prince’s climax as he deposited his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his heated shot. However, for some reason, Ravutha’s titfuck-blowjob seemed to have an odd effect he noticed. He felt slightly winded, like he had just had a fencing bout but far more pleasurable. After Anthony’s stream of cum finally subsided, Ravutha removed her mouth and breasts from the prince’s prick. She left the cock spit clean and swallowed the last bit of his shot. Anthony noticed a small trickle of cum moving down the right of her face before dropping on to her breasts. “Mmm, quite delicious. As to be expected from a healthy young man of royal blood. Such stamina as well,” Ravutha said, seeing Anthony’s appendage still standing erect. “Now it’s time for the main course!” Ravutha said, mounting Anthony and beginning to ride his cock. She raised her hips up and down his shaft, her pussy rising and falling. Every time she went down, her pussy lips kissed the base of his shaft. Anthony moaned with pleasure as he felt his cock squeezed by the walls of the sexy sorceress’s vagina. Ravutha moaned along with him as she rode his cock like a steed, her body shaking with every bounce. Anthony however remained focused on her large breasts which shook about freely in front of him with her perky pink nipples dancing along with them. He attempted to lean forward and tugged at his chains but found himself still unable reach her bosom. It was almost torture to be like this, the best kind of torture he knew. “Oh, Lady Ravutha! Your pussy is so tight!” Prince Anthony moaned, “It’s wonderful!” “Mmm, your cock feels just as good inside me. Aaah~!” Ravutha replied. She continued to ride his cock, each rhythmic ride becoming faster and harder with each bounce. Her pussy secreting some of it’s own juices on to Prince Anthony’s cock making it more lubricated and allowing her to ride him faster. Her crotch slapping against his when she went down causing her body shake more and more. She looked at the prince seeing the lustful anguish in his face. In some strange bit of mercy, the sinister sexy sorceress leaned forward and pressed her body to his. Her large breasts rubbing against his chest with each bump and grind of her pelvic ride. Anthony was glad to finally feel her bosom in some way but it only made him hornier. He still wished to feel her breasts in his hands but this was good for now to him. The young prince could feel himself getting close to the climax as he felt Ravutha’s smooth soft skin rub against him while her twat squeezed and lubed his shaft. The walls of her pussy gripping him tighter than a clenched fist yet still having a good amount of give to it. He wasn’t sure if this was a trait possessed by all dark elvish women or if it was solely Ravutha who was just this good. Whatever the reason, Anthony didn’t care especially since he could feel himself getting closer to cumming. He could feel the orgasm coming soon. His shackled hands clenched into fists and tugged on the chains a bit more. His face contorted from the pleasure and his mouth emitted panting moans. His cock twitched and wriggled a bit in the dark dame’s cooch. Ravutha picked up on these signs and was hungry for it herself. “Give it to me, Anthony! Cum for me! Cum for me, baby!” Ravutha sexually demanded. Anthony didn’t need any more encouragement as he finally released his seed. His tip shot forth a hot eruption of cum that painted her vagina. Anthony and Ravutha cried simultaneously from the prince’s climaxing cumshot. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~!” They cried. After this cumming died down, Anthony felt a strange draining effect once more. This time it felt even more draining, like he’d been through a very tense fight yet still feeling a euphoric high. Ravutha on the other hand seemed far more energetic and vibrant. She removed herself from the prince’s pecker, exposing it to be coated with cum much like her own pussy. Ravutha ran her fingers along her vaginal lips, collecting some of the prince’s juices, and licked them of the cum. She purred from the taste and texture of the cum. “Mmmm~, even better than your last shot and certainly containing such energy,” She said, “And look, you have some on you.” She pointed towards Anthony’s cock now slightly softened and still coated with cum. “Don’t want to waste it,” Ravutha said, placing her mouth on Prince Anthony’s cock once again. She her tongue swirled and whipped around the penis in her mouth, lapping up the cum and caressing it as well. Prince Anthony groaned pleasingly from the oral attention he was receiving. However as he did, he couldn’t help getting aroused again. Ravutha removed her mouth from his cock and moaned from pleasure once again getting a taste of his peck. Of course, she noticed his suddenly revitalized rod. She smiled sinisterly. “So much energy even after cumming twice in a row. Why don’t we see how long you can hold out,” Ravutha said starting to give him head once again. Meanwhile in the dungeon level of the fortress, ‘Cyril’ and ‘Melon Flower’ were being escorted by a small group of four goblins. The fairy was carried in a gilded iron bird cage held by one of the goblins while Cyril was in chains guided by the remaining three. He winced a little, grasping his chest, and looked back at Melon Flower. She mouthed back to him something about just a little longer. The Goblins didn’t pay much attention to the pair apart from looking for an unoccupied room. They finally found an empty cell and the leader of the group fumbled through his key ring to find the proper key. He inserted the key and opened the wooden door. “Alright, into the room, human boy,” The Goblin said. “Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be staying with you fellas,” He retorted. Before the goblin to could argue, ‘Melon Flower’ placed her hand to the cage. “Fire Bomb!” She said as a small explosion came from her hand, the cage blew apart, she flew out, and aimed her hands at two of the goblin captors. A bolt of blue lightning fired from her hand blasted the two back. The other two goblins looked worried. “I thought we didn’t have to worry about the fairy,” The prison guard said. “We shouldn’t! That cage was made of cold iron, guaranteed to weaken the fair folk!” Another goblin said. “That might have worked...if I were really a fairy,” Melon Flower said before her body started to glow. The goblins stepped back in surprise as not only her but Cyril as well started to glow. Their bodies began to change. Cyril seemed to reduce in height while his hair grew lengthened and lightened from a short dark brown crop to a long brilliant blonde mane. His ears stretching and elongating into pointed elvish ears. His skin color became a pale peachy tone and his eyelashes extended. Though concealed by the cloak, his body shifted from masculine and toned to slender, feminine and curvaceous. His clothes changed as well from practical short sleeved shirt and pants to a skirt and revealing top with sleeves. With the slender arms and hands, ‘he’ slid the chains of his wrists. In contrast, Melon Flower’s body grew to an average human female height. Her dirty blonde hair shifted to a bob of bright orange-red hair while her skin tone changed from a slightly tanned skin to a soft peach color. Her fae features reduces as her wings seemed to vanish and her pointed ears changed to average, rounded human ears. Her body became a little thicker in some areas such as her waist and legs though these were overshadowed by the fact that her breasts grew to a tremendous size nearly covering her entire torso. Her skimpy clothing changed to a more modest long sleeved yet low necklined blouse with an ankle length skirt. When everything had completed, Mikhaela and Uahna stood before the goblins instead of Cyril and Melon Flower. While being a little distracted by the somewhat sexy transformation of the two women, the Goblin guards responded as they should have. “It’s the big breasted witch and the elvish slut cleric,” The Goblin captain said, “Get ‘em!” “Slut?!?” Uahna said insulted. She aimed her hands towards two of the charging goblins and blasted them with an orb of light. It knocked them back into a wall. Mikhaela sent a fire ball at the third charging goblin. He clutched his face in pain from the burn while Mikhaela delivered a orange blast of energy towards him to knock him to the ground. While she did this, Mikhaela noticed the goblin captain speaking to a medallion. “This Captain Sprog, down in the dungeon! We have escaped prisoners! We were tricked! I need back up! Back up-augh!” He was cut off when he was hit by a concussive blast by Mikhaela to the back of the head. “Ok, I think we’re good-,” Mikhaela stated when she turned to see Uahna come up behind her and kick Captain Sprog in the balls. The Goblin Captain groaned grabbing his crotch in pain before Uahna punched him in the face, knocking him out once more. “That’s for the slut comment, you grubby goblin. The nerve,” She said, “He’s one to talk when his mistress is bedding one of their prisoners. You know, you could have stopped him before he made the call.” “I could’ve but we’re the distraction remember? We needed to draw them to the dungeon while Cyril and the others can get the fairy’s phylactery,” Mikhaela reminded her companion. “I suppose you’re right,” Uahna agreed, “I hope they’ll be ok.” “I hope so, too,” Mikhaela said feeling concerned for her student and other companions. Uahna’s ears twitched as she heard something not far off from them like a rumbling of thunder coming down corridors towards them. “Some guards are coming,” she warned. “Get ready,” Mikhaela advised, her hands beginning to collect energy for an attack while Uahna prepared herself with her hands and braces glowing with a pale whitish-yellow energy. The two stood prepared as another group began to enter the dungeon and attack. While the two sorceresses fought goblin soldiers, Cyril’s group was now finally on the second floor. They had managed to slip past several guards on their way up without raising alarms of their presence. Arriving on the second floor, they ducked into a small area when a group soldiers headed down the flight of stairs. Cyril smiled. “Looks Mikhaela and Uahna made their move,” He said, “Melon Flower, take us to the vault and let’s get out of here.” The fae thief nodded and flew ahead of the two with the wizard and elf following behind. They came to a door with two guards in front of it. The goblins noticed the fairy fly past them just as Cyril and Levine knocked them out, Levine stabbing one guard before knocking him on the back of the head with the hilt of one of her short swords while Cyril threw a concussive wave of air at the other guard knocking him threw the door to the vault. “Better than a key,” He remarked as the trio entered the vault. The treasury was a large stone room with two doorways on the right and left sides of the room leading to smaller areas. The main room was lit with torches, filled with several large wooden chests, walls decorated with several weapons along with a large pile of gold coins sitting in front of them near the back wall. Even with their strong moral compasses, Cyril and Levine were amazed by the pile of coins for a second and contemplated grabbing at least a handful before focusing back on their mission. “Ok, so where should we look for the phylactery?” Cyril asked. “Over here,” Melon Flower directed them to a large shelf with numerous trinkets and ornaments.Levine gazed at the shelf, discovered her other knife and collecting it from the shelf. Cyril gazed at the remaining artifacts and felt the massive collective of magical energy emitting from the shelf. It was obvious that this had to be where Ravutha kept either trophies from powerful magic users she’d defeated or phylacteries she’d collected. The energy was almost overpowering with his sensitivity. He grimaced a little and Levine picked up on his expression. “Are you ok?” She asked. “I’m fine. Melon Flower, come over here,” Cyril requested. “What’s up?” The fairy said flying back to her companions. “I need to take a look at your aura to get a good bead on your specific energy. That way I can distinguish which one of these is your phylactery,” Cyril explained. “That won’t be necessary,” Said a masculine voice entering the room. Entering from the left was Lazurai carrying something in his hand. Cyril grabbed his staff and Levine grasped her swords. Melon Flower on the other hand became rather nervous and scared, fluttering backwards towards Cyril and away from Lazurai. “I believe you’re looking for this,” Lazurai said, revealing a simple golden bracelet in his left hand. “My anklet,” Melon Flower quietly said. “That’s your phylactery?” Cyril asked. “Yes, it is,” Lazurai said, raising his right hand over the anklet, “Allow me to show you.” Arcs of electricity shot from his hand towards the anklet. In response, Melon Flower appeared to receive a similar shock as she cringed and fell. “Aaaaah!” She cried. “Melon Flower!” Cyril said catching her before she hit the ground. “Little Melon Flower. You should have known better than attempt to cross Mistress Ravutha,” Lazurai said, “Especially trying to trick her and myself.” “I-i just want to be free,” She said weakly. “You will gain your freedom when you’ve earned it properly,” He said sending another arc towards the anklet and shocking Melon Flower again. Cyril turned towards the dark elf. “Stop it! Who are you?” “He’s Aradan Kalna,” Levine said angrily, “He was an advisor to some of the Noble Houses of Aguila and he was the one who tried to get us tried as pleasure goddess worshippers.” “You’re much more educated and knowledgable than I expected, Levine Autaslaph,” Lazurai said, “ Especially someone of your standing and of course your heritage.” Cyril looked a little curiously about the heritage comment. Levine on the other hand, was severely angered by his comment and charged him with her swords. She swung and stabbed with her blades swiftly trying to land a hit on the dark elf but he seemed to dodge and side step her attacks like a veteran warrior who avoided the attacks of a child during a training match. She slashed and swiped until she managed to graze his cheek. Lazurai seemed a little surprised jumping back, checked his cheek, and smirked. “Quite skilled. Lord Anaqua was wise when he chose you to become the bodyguard and retainer of his only daughter,” Lazurai complimented. “Interesting words...coming from a traitor to your race,” Levine said swinging her sword towards his face. Unfortunately, Lazurai managed to catch the blade and hold it as if he was holding back a stick. He looked at Levine with a heated glare before blasting her away with a dark energy ball. Levine fell to the ground holding her wounded side. Cyril ran to the side of his wounded friend while Lazurai spoke. “You dare speak to me about treachery when I was betrayed by the gods themselves?” As he spoke, he manifested a ball of red and black fire in his left hand. “Burn in my inferno!” He tossed the ball towards the intruders. Reacting to the attack, Cyril grabbed his staff and conjured a shield spell, forming a small transparent, iridescent, domed wall around himself and his companions. The fireball collided with the shield and exploded into small flames which fell around the shield. Lazurai smirked. “Ah, Cyril of Greenfield. I’d almost forgotten you were here,” he said. “I don’t leave my friends especially after I’ve made a promise to them,” the young sorcerer replied. Lazurai continued to smirk. “You know, we’re not so different you and I,” Lazurai said. “Is that so? We seem very different from my viewpoint,” Cyril replied. “Well perhaps race and alignment wise but our stories are strangely similar from what I hear,” Lazurai asserted, “We both left our respective homes in search of knowledge and power and found a teacher who we have a very intimate relationship.” Cyril blushed a little at the comment, presumably referring to his and Mikhaela’s sex life. “Though the elven bodyguard believes me a traitor to my birth race, I was betrayed by them or at least by one of our primary gods,” Lazurai stated. “What do you mean?” Cyril asked. “I was born into a family of light mages and clerics. Yet I the youngest and only son was unable to tap into the power of the god Lumos. I was spent my life trying to find ways of using Light magic,” Lazurai explained, “However, it was not until I left Aguila and met Mistress Ravutha did I discover my true calling; Dark Magic. Thus I gave myself over to the Dark God Gorathone, and was reborn Lazurai Dracnok!” Cyril looked a little bored by his tale, “Are you finished?” Lazurai responded with a glare towards the human caster. “I don’t care about your backstory. We came here to free Melon Flower,” He said, “Now give me the phylactery!” Melon Flower started to raise from her ache to hear the conversation. “Why would you attempt to free someone you’ve only just met, not to mention that she attempted to steal from you and your companions?” Lazurai asked. “Because I was shown kindness by my masters and I wish to offer that kindness to others,” Cyril explained. Melon Flower felt touched by these words. “Very well. Then, I shall enjoy destroying you,” Lazurai said conjuring another couple of fire balls and launching them at the sorcerer. Cyril maintained his shield against this new bout of flame projectiles before he threw a few lightning bolts towards Lazurai. The Dark Elf managed to dodge the bolts, though they left singe marks on the wall behind him. Lazurai returned to sending more fire balls back at Cyril who formed a shield once again. As he used his shield, Cyril took note of Lazurai’s tactics and came to a decision on tactics of his own. After the last fireball dispersed, Cyril quickly called forth a large barrage of fire balls over his head which he directed towards Lazurai. The Dark Elf weaved and dodged most of them, and smirked triumphantly. “Well, looks like you couldn’t touch me-,” Lazurai’s boast was squelched when he found himself face to face with another larger fireball that Cyril had conjured while he was dodging the barrage. With no time to dodge, Lazurai was hit, engulfed by the flame, and fell back next to the pile of cash. Melon Flower and Levine starting to feel better, were astonished by the skillful and clever play of their comrade. Melon Flower flew over to Cyril. “Wow, that was great. Way to send him packing!” Melon Flower said. “Indeed, not bad,” Levine added. “It’s not over,” Cyril said. “Huh, Oh right my anklet,” Melon Flower said, “Don’t worry about it. That’s enchanted with Fairy Magic, it won’t melt so easily and the phylactery spell only works when it’s directed by someone who cast it.” “No, that’s not it. Look,” Cyril pointed towards the flames. Melon Flower and Levine turned their attention to the flame where they could see Lazurai’s silhouette and the silhouette simply seemed to become more defined as the fire died down. Finally when the flames dissipated, they were surprised to Lazurai showing little to almost no signs of physical damage. The only signs of fire damage where in fact that his shirt was burned off and his pants were transformed into shorts with a singed hem on the legs. However that was not the only thing that was different about him. His smooth dark blue-purple skin had taken the form of scales and his hands and feet looked like reptilian claws. The upper corners of his forehead and the tip of his chin bore strange horns. “What in the name of Lumos?” Levine asked astonished. Lazurai softly chuckled, “Rather interesting manuever, Cyril. I’m curious though of how you knew I wasn’t fried.” “Your movements and tactics. Your agility seemed above average even for an elf and your use of fire balls seemed a little too consistent,” Cyril said, “You would assume someone who studied under a dark sorceress would know more than just a fire ball spell. You’re quite a skilled infernal spell caster.” “Hehehe,” Lazurai chuckled, “That’s where you’re wrong. It’s not demon magic, It’s dragon magic.” Cyril, Melon Flower, and Levine looked surprised. “How? Dragon Magic can only taught by Great Dragons or their apprentices,” Cyril said, “Is Ravutha a...a dragon?” “No and neither was she an apprentice to one. She is simply a...collector of special items. Among them is the Draconos Grimoirous, an spell book containing spells of dragon magic. And also this,” Lazurai held the amulet that hung from his neck, “The Eye of the Wyrm, this amulet has the crystallized eye of a dragon, enhancing my dragon magic as if I’ve been taught by those ancient reptiles. Allow me to demonstrate.” Lazurai open his mouth which started to glow. Cluing in on what he was doing, Cyril grabbed his staff and commanded his companions, “Get behind me now!” He threw up a shield spell in the knick of time as Lazurai breathed a massive flame from his mouth. Cyril and the others started to sweat as even the shield Cyril erected couldn’t help them from feeling the heat of the dragon sorcerer’s flame. Lazurai ceased his stream of flame allowing Cyril to drop his shield just long enough to lunge at him. Cyril blocked the attack with his staff and went for his sword, trying to stab Lazurai. Unfortunately the sword barely scratched his scales. Lazurai swung his arm but Cyril jumped back, receiving only four claw marks across his shirt. While Cyril did his best to dodge and block Lazurai’s attacks, Levine could tell how the battle was going. She grabbed the scrying ring she’d received from Mikhaela earlier, rubbed the gem adorning it, and spoke to it. “Miss Mikhaela. Miss Mikhaela,are you there?” Levine spoke. After a long moment, the ring’s stone blinked and Mikhaela responded, “I’m here, Levine. How are things going on your guys’ end?” “They could be better. We’ve run into some problems,” Levine replied and began to relay their situation to Mikhaela. Back down in the dungeons of Castle Ifiren, Mikhaela and Uahna were fighting off hordes of Ravutha’s Goblins with different offensive and defensive spells. Uahna sent forth several spheres of light that blinded the guards or sent them flying backwards while projecting an energy shield that surrounded the pair. Mikhaela cast a variety of different spells from lightning bolts that electrocuted a few enemies at once or a energy blast that severely scarred the guards when struck by it. Unfortunately, Mikhaela’s attacks had slightly reduced while she spoke with Levine over the scrying ring. “What?! Lazurai is using Dragon Magic?!?” Mikhaela replied surprised. “Yes, Cyril is combatting him right now,” Levine replied, “I shall aid him in the fight but I’m not sure how we can last again a dragon augmented Neo-Dark Elf.” “We’ll speed up things with the plan,” Mikhaela stated, “We’ll finish up down here and get Anthony. Where are you guys?” “We’re on the second floor in the west wing of the castle,” Levine said. “Understood. We’ll get there as soon as we can,” Mikhaela stated, “You guys just hang in there.” Saying this, she cut her communication connection with Levine and through the use of a tracking spell on the rings, Mikhaela’s ring began slowly flashing blue. “Ok, we can find Prince Anthony and get to the others now,” Mikhaela said, “And I’ve got a way of getting rid of some of these guards. Do you know the Starlight Ram spell?” “Yes,” Uahna answered. “Then cast it, sending these guys towards the stairs,” Mikhaela suggested. Uahna nodded, lowered her shield spell, and placed her hands to her necklace. As the guards began to charge, Uahna softly spoke an incantation causing a bright light of energy to form into the shape of a large, glowing big horned ram the size of the corridor. Startled, the goblin guards found themselves being charged at by the glowing ram and being pushed back into their compatriots. At the same time, Mikhaela’s hands glowed a faint purple and she formed a large portal behind the guards. Uahna’s ram pushed the guards into the portal and dispersed when all of the goblin forces went through at which point Mikhaela also closed the portal. “Nice work,” Mikhaela said high fiving Uahna. “Where did you send them?” Uahna asked. “Oh about two or three miles away from the castle in the forest surrounding it,” Mikhaela said, “We won’t have to worry about them. Come on, let’s go get Anthony from Ravutha. My ring will guide us.” Saying this the two women ran up the stairs and followed the blinking light of the voluptuous sorceress’s ring. In the Treasury, Levine joined the battle with her swords and swung her blades at Lazurai’s back attempting to draw his attention away from Cyril. While these strikes did draw the Draconic Dark Elf’s attention, little damage was done to him. He swung his arm towards Levine who dodged the strike and struck him with her sword again. Cyril took advantage of Lazurai’s diverted attention and pressed his staff to Lazurai’s chest which briefly flashed green. “Disspell!” Cyril shouted attempting to take away Lazurai’s dragon scales spell. Unfortunately, the spell didn’t seem to do much as Lazurai’s scales only seemed to shuffle and settle on his skin again. Lazurai gave Cyril a toothy fanged grin. “Nice try but it won’t be that easy to stop me.” He grasped Cyril by the neck and prepared to engulf his face in flames with another shot of dragon’s breath but his spell was cut short by a stabbing pain in his back. Levine had levered her knife under one of Lazurai’s scales and stab into his flesh. Lazurai let go of Cyril from the the pain, clawed towards Levine and scraped her cheek, leaving three red marks on her pale skinned face. Taking advantage of this, Cyril pressed the gemstone of his staff to Lazurai’s back, sent a small blue flash from the stone and pushed Lazurai back. Levine dodged Lazurai as he was pushed towards her. He turned towards the human sorcerer. “What is this now? We’re devolved simply shoving and pushing?” Lazurai taunted. Cyril grasped his staff, “No, a little something else. Thunder Bolt!” He pointed his staff towards Lazurai and it shot out bolt of lightning from the tip. Lazurai amazingly dodged the bolt. “Did you really think you could touch me with that attack?” Lazurai said. “Yes,” Cyril stated smiling as the bolt seemed to redirect from it’s missed trajectory, swing back around, and strike Lazurai in the back. The Dark Dragon elf cried out in pain as his body took the force of the lightning. He fell to the floor sizzling. “How did you do that?” Melon Flower said fluttering towards Cyril. “Homing mark spell. I tagged him with a mark so that my lightning spell would strike him,” Cyril said, “But I don’t think he’ll be down for long.” “Probably not,” Levine said. “Which is why we have to end this,” Cyril said, “We need to coordinate this next attack to finish this.” “Wait, we? As in all three of us?” Levine asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Melon Flower asked. “You nearly tried to steal from our party and take a few of us to this fortress as slaves,” Levine said. “It’s not like I had much choice! Besides, my freedom’s on the line!” Melon Flower said, “The only thing I’d get from this if you guys failed would be a painful round of anal from Ravutha’s horde as punishment. Do you know how painful it is to have goblin cock shoved in your asshole repeatedly?” “Look! Levine, Melon Flower has nothing to gain from this if we fail and we won’t succeed in this mission without Melon Flower’s help,” Cyril explained. Levine begrudgingly nodded in understanding. “Melon Flower, are you ready for your freedom?” Cyril asked the fairy. “Oh yeah,” She said. “Good. Now, here’s the plan,” He started as he explained the plan to them. As Cyril went over the plan, Lazurai started to rouse from his damage and he was not pleased. He was infuriated that he had received damage from the human sorcerer and the elven bodyguard. This was insulting and aggravating. As he stood up to his full height, Cyril and Levine stood in battle stances. “You ready?” Cyril asked. Levine nodded as the two began to attack the draconically transmogrified dark elf. Melon Flower fluttering behind them and out of sight of the dragon elf. On the other side of the second floor, Mikhaela and Uahna fought off several guards while following the flashing of Mikhaela’s ring towards Prince Anthony’s location. Though the ranks of guards had thinned thanks to their distraction, Some of the guards remained at their posts and were now alerted to their presence. Both were getting a little worn out and tired of running into guards. Finally they seemed to reduce in their assaultss. “By the gods, How many of these guys does she have?” Uahna asked getting pretty exhausted. “Far too many but they seem to have lessened,” Mikhaela said walking with her ringed hand outstretched. She noticed that the blinking was getting stronger and became a steady fast paced blue flashing as they came to a door. “He must be in here,” Mikhaela said, “Stand back!” Mikhaela raised her hand towards the door. Her hand glowing a strong red and she shot at the door, causing it to fly open. The two however got the view of something they couldn’t believe. They saw Ravutha riding Prince Anthony like mad with her body and breasts bouncing and shaking. Her body glistening with sweat as she rode and her face wore an expression of ecstasy. Prince Anthony wore a similar expression but he looked very weak and tired as if they had been having sex for weeks and he was being drained of life even though the whole event had probably only gone on for a little less than two hours. Mikhaela and Uahna shook their heads. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Give me more! Give me more cum!” Ravutha cried out completely unaware of the presence of the two sorceresses who had blown down her door. “We should probably say something,” Uahna said. “Yeah. Ahem! Hello? Earth to the dark elf slut!” Mikhaela loudly said. Ravutha finally stopped in her ride and noticed the two. “What?! Mikhaela and Uahna! So you’re not dead,” Ravutha said, “No matter, it’ll be more satisfying to kill you both right here!” While still mounted on Prince Anthony, Ravutha started to conjure up a ball of dark flame directed towards the two. She shot the fire ball at them but the two dodged it. Uahna came up to her and blasted Ravutha with a blinding wave of light. She was blinded by the light, knocked off Anthony and on to the floor. As she started to get her sight back, Ravutha found herself face to face with Mikhaela. She smiled triumphantly as she stood up. “You came at a bad time, you fake boobed cow!” Ravutha insulted Mikhaela, “Thanks to your cute and rather quick to cum friend, I’ve got enough energy stored up in my body that I don’t need an enchanted item to fight you! You can burn right here!” Ravutha threw out her hand expecting a black fire ball to come out of her palm but nothing came. She threw her hand out again and still no ball of fire. Mikhaela smirked. Ravutha threw her hand out once more and still found herself unable to cast. “What’s wrong?” Ravutha asked angrily. It suddenly dawned on her and she looked over to Uahna who was helping Anthony out of his chains. “You! You cleric whore! What did you do?!” She demanded. “Blinding Bind. A light magic spell that saturates the body with light mana canceling out any use of dark magic,” Uahna explained, “You won’t be able to cast anymore spells for an hour.” “You little brat! You witch!” Ravutha said about to attack her when Mikhaela stepped in. “Actually, I’m the witch,” Mikhaela stated before casting an air spell that thrust Ravutha hard against a wall and knocked her unconscious on the floor. Mikhaela went over to Uahna and Anthony on the bed. “Is he alright?” Mikhaela asked. “His energy is low and he’s very weak. I think if we can get him back to Nadgar and give him a healing potion or two, he maybe fine,” Uahna said, “Prince Anthony, Prince Anthony, can you hear me? Are you alright?” Anthony looked up to Uahna and Mikhaela with tired eyes and said, “That was the best sex I’d ever had. I almost went to Solmain.” Both women looked at him annoyed and Mikhaela said flatly, “He’s fine.” “I’ll take him,” Uahna said, “Can you take us to Cyril and the others?” “Already on it,” Mikhaela said, her ring now flashing orange, “I’ll be at the front and keep you guys safe. Let’s go.” Mikhaela led the two from Ravutha’s room and continued down the hall towards the opposite wing where Cyril and Levine were engaged in a battle against Lazurai. Back in the treasury, the two companions fought off the dragon elf. Levine threw various sword strikes while Cyril sent spells and struck with his short sword at Lazurai. Unfortunately, Lazurai wasn’t one to be taken too lightly as with his dragon augmentation, he moved impressively fast which allowed him to dodge while throwing a few small fire balls from his mouth at the two. Additionally whenever he dodged their attacks, Lazurai attempted to counter with swings of his claws. He hadn’t made a massive amount of damage but he had left scratches on Cyril and Levine’s clothes. The three of them were growing tired of this; Lazurai becoming irritated and bored of the fight while Cyril and Levine were running out of energy and getting sloppy with their moves. Cyril was starting to run low on mana and it wouldn’t be too long before he couldn’t cast spells any more. However, both he and Levine knew they had to hold out until Mikhaela and the others got here, hoping that with the assistance of another couple of spell casters they could defeat Lazurai or at least get out of here. Cyril decided to try a new tactic that could at least land a hit on the dark dragon elf. He grasped his staff tightly, thrust the crystal in Lazurai’s face and shouted, “Blinding Flash!” The crystal tip of his staff glowed with a bright and blinding flash of light. Lazurai was blinded, grabbing his eyes, and staggering back in agony. “Aggghh!” He cried. Levine took advantage of this blindness and stabbed one of her sword under his back scales. The Dragon elf howled in pain from the attack. Levine smiled from the satisfying vocalization of his pain but this only made the dragon elf angrier and he focused on her. “Enough of this!” Lazurai bellowed, swatting at Levine. His claws raked against the elven bodyguard’s chest. Though she dodged it enough so that he didn’t cut open her chest, his claws did manage to tear through her tunic and the magic binds that kept her true bust size contained. Her large breasts exploded from her tattered remains of her tunic and gave Cyril a view of her large bare breasts shaking about free. Embarrassed, Levine tried in vein to desperately cover her large breasts. “Kyaa!” She cried and found herself punched in the stomach by Lazurai. Levine fell to the floor aching in pain from the full force of his dragon punch. Though briefly distracted by Levine’s true bust size, Cyril’s focus quickly returned to Lazurai as the dark elf sorcerer turned his attention on him. Cyril thrust his staff at Lazurai who knocked it out of his hands and on to the floor beside Levine. Cyril attempted to block Lazurai’s attacks with his short sword but thanks to Lazurai’s speed, he couldn’t defend himself as the draconic elf came behind him and swiped his claws across the human sorcerer’s back. “Aaaaah!” Cyril screamed from the pain and cried again as Lazurai raked his claws down his chest, leaving four bloody gashes soaking his shirt. Lazurai delivered a hard punch to Cyril’s stomach, sending him into a wall, and held him up by the neck, nearly choking him. “You were foolish, Oakmead,” Lazurai said, “Not only to discard Lady Ravutha’s offer of power and steal from her, but also to think you could fight and defeat me!” “Oh, I didn’t think I could defeat you, Lazurai,” Cyril said weakly, “I was stalling and serving as a distraction.” Lazurai’s eyes went wide and he reached for his pocket. He felt inside it and found it empty. “Where’s the phylactery?!?” He said and turned to see Melon Flower flying towards Levine holding her anklet. Lazurai dropped Cyril to the ground and attempted to grab Melon Flower and Phylactery. “No!” He cried and reached for her. He however didn’t reach her in time as a ball of lighting struck him in the chest and sent him flying back. Mikhaela, Uahna and a weakened Prince Anthony entered the treasury, a slight sizzle coming from Mikhaela’s palm. Mikhaela noticed Cyril on the floor, with the blood running from his chest. Uahna notices Levine. “Levine!” Uahna said. “Cyril!” Mikhaela cried. “It’s ok. I’m in one piece, more or less,” He replied, “Mistress, break the phylactery spell on Melon Flower’s anklet!” Mikhaela nodded and took the anklet from Melon Flower. She held the gold ring in her left hand and waved her right hand over it. She turned her hand on the side and giving off a light blue glow, she chopped the anklet and said, “Spell Break!” A flash of blue light filled the room and a sound akin to shattered glass came out of it. Then the anklet glowed with a golden yellow-green aura and stretched out to Melon Flower. The aura surrounded her and glowed brilliantly and brightly. As the aura died down, Melon Flower happily screamed out, “Yes, I’ve got all my power back and I’m free! Finally Free!” “Not for long you won’t be,” Said a goblin guard with a squad of goblins behind him. The group looked wearily at the goblins and looked back to Lazurai starting to get up. Most of them were tired, sore and nearly spent on any semblance of magical power. However, Melon Flower stood triumphantly before the group. “Stand back you guys! Let me show you my power!” Melon Flower said. The Fairy glowed with a brilliant aura once more, however this time she was different as her body grew in size. Her skin became bright gold and started to take on a scaly texture. Her face stretched and grew into a reptilian snout along with horns on the sides of her face. Her hands turning into claws and her feet becoming like muscular hind, reptilian legs. A tail sprung from her back just above her rear and her fairy wings shifted into frilled, kite-like wings. When the light show dissipated, Melon Flower now stood as a 12 foot tall, golden scaled, female draconian. The goblins trembled in fear as they looked upon the threatening female form. “Ok boys,” She said in a deeper, more bellowing tone, “Who’s ready for a barbecue?” Melon Flower hunched and blew fire into the hallway outside the treasury, setting some of the goblins on fire while others simply fled to avoid getting roasted. The group just looked on in surprise for a few moments before Mikhaela and Uahna tended to Cyril and Levine. Mikhaela helped Cyril up while Uahna managed to awaken Levine and helped her over to the group. As they started to gather together, Lazurai began to rise once more and attempt to repay Mikhaela for the ball lightning he’d received. However, Melon Flower turned her attention to him. She flashed a toothy grin and prepared a bit of dragon’s breath. “Son of a Bitch,” Lazurai muttered as he was engulfed in flames. “Alright, let’s go,” Mikhaela said, as she cast a spell around the group surrounding them all in a white aura and then in a split second they were gone. A few moments later, some of the goblins returned to the hall with buckets of water to put out the fires. Captain Kror and his troupe entered the treasury. “Master Lazurai!” He called as he entered finding Lazurai, returned to his normal form and flames gone. Lazurai simply sat on the stone floor naked with a melted pile of gold behind him. Kror looked towards Scraw, one of his subordinates, “Greentusk! Fetch him a robe from master Lazurai’s chambers.” The young goblin ran off to the dark elf sorcerer’s room while the Captain and the rest of the troupe approached him. “Master Lazurai, are you alright?” Kror asked. Lazurai smiled at him and stood up, “Yes, I’m fine. Ah! Relatively speaking.” He placed his hand towards an area where Levine had stabbed him. “After I’ve received some clothes, we must check in on Mistress Ravutha,” Lazurai said. “Yes, sir,” The captain agreed. A short time afterwards, the group had appeared in Ravutha’s chambers. Though some of them hungered to bone their unconscious boss, Kror and Lazurai stopped it. Instead, they grabbed a robe from her dresser and wrapped her in it before awakening her. Ravutha rubbed her poor damaged head. “Augh, that big faked breasted bitch! She’ll pay for that next time,” She groaned. She looked upon Lazurai and a few of the members of the horde, some of which had burns on their bodies. “I can assume they got away and freed the fairy,” Ravutha surmised. “Yes, Milady,” Lazurai answered. Ravutha sighed, “And once again, we are defeated with nothing to show for it.” Scraw looked at her confused and grabbed the Dragon’s Blood Ruby from the nearby shelf. “But Mistress, you have the dragon’s blood ruby. Surely, we had a victory,” Scraw said. Ravutha looked at him for a moment with a flat expression, “Hand me the gem.” Scraw did as Ravutha commanded. After receiving the ruby, Ravutha raised up the gem and smashed it against Scraw’s head. The gemstone shattered into pieces and red liquid, the shards falling to the ground and the liquid soaking Scraw’s red hair. Scraw reeled back in pain. “Augh! Mistress, why did you do that for?” “Look at the shards, you fool!” Ravutha commanded. Scraw and the other horde members in the room looked to the floor and the various shards of the crystal. Ravutha bent over and grabbed the largest piece. “If this was the real dragon’s blood ruby, this shard would’ve already started to reform into the crystal again,” Ravutha said, “and taste the so called elixir of life in your hair.” Scraw did, wiping off the liquid from his head and having a taste, “Kind of tastes bittersweet and syrupy, like medicine. Like-” “A healing potion,” Ravutha finished Scraw’s thought before continuing her explanation, “No doubt, Mikhaela and her troupe purchased a healing potion, used crystal formation around the bottle and tinted it red to make it look like the dragon’s blood ruby. We were played for chumps. Now, get out of my sight before I decide to fry all of your useless hides!” Fully aware that Ravutha would follow through with that threat, the goblins left their mistress’s quarters in a flash leaving her and Lazurai alone. “Now don’t be too upset, Mistress,” Lazurai said, “It’s true they proved to be quite troublesome again but it was all part of our secondary plan to get Melon Flower on their team and have her as our oblivious little mole. They won’t be able to go anywhere without us knowing now.” Lazurai’s mentioning of this brought a wicked smile to Ravutha’s lips. They may not have gotten the dragon’s blood ruby but they would eventually. It was inevitable. The Next Day in the afternoon in the city of Nadgar, our heroes were exiting the Green Fairy House inn. They were carrying their bags once more and heading out for their journey. “Alright, it’s time to head out again,” Cyril said, “Where are we going next?” “We’re heading to Wildan, a small town settlement. It’s a two day journey from here,” Mikhaela answered her apprentice. “It’s a good idea,” Levine said, “Hopefully, we can get off Ravutha’s trail.” “Are you two sure you’re feeling ok?” Uahna asked Levine and Cyril with concern. It was a reasonable question. To heal up, the two had quaffed a few healing potions and received some attention from Uahna after a night of rest. Perhaps a little quick and hasty but it was needed nonetheless. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” Cyril reassured her. “Besides, if we don’t leave today, Ravutha and her forces will probably be after us tonight,” Levine said, “It’s the wisest course of action, Lady Uahna.” Uahna nodded at her long time companion and bodyguard. “Augh, must we leave so soon? I’m still weak,” whined Prince Anthony as he supported himself with a walking stick. Prince Anthony’s recovery was not nearly as easy as Cyril and Uahna’s. Drained of over half of his life force, it took several healing potions and the combined efforts of Uahna and Mikhaela to restore him to nearly perfect health. They saved him from the brink of death but he would need a little more time for his energy to be fully restored. “Besides, I was hoping to bid farewell to Ravutha.” “Bid Farewell?!” Levine said astonished, “You make it sound like she’s a friend! She nearly killed us all with her small army!” “Yeah...but she was so good in bed,” Anthony retorted dreamily. “She nearly killed you by fucking you!” Levine said aggravated. “Nobody’s perfect,” the perverse prince replied. Uahna held Levine back from trying to kill the dim, weakened prince. Melon Flower sat on Cyril’s shoulder and let out a small yawn. “I can’t believe after the night we had, you guys are so active right now,” Melon Flower yawned. “Well, it’s something about our group,” Cyril said. “Yeah, It’s something I’ll have to get used to,” Melon Flower replied. Cyril and Mikhaela blinked curiously and confused. Cyril inquired of the little fairy, “Get used to? What do you mean by that?” “Well duh, I’m coming with you guys,” Melon Flower said matter-of-factly. “What?!?” Cyril and Mikhaela said surprised. “You guys could use a thief and a fairy at your disposal couldn’t you?” Melon Flower said, “Besides, I’ve got nowhere to go, no place to call home. Are you really gonna leave a girl out on her own in this big world?” Cyril looked at her nervously and looked back at his companions; Uahna and Levine just shrugged, Prince Anthony looked excited, and Mikhaela simply sighed and gave him a nod. “Well ok,” Cyril agreed. “Yay!” Melon Flower said leaping up in the air, rapidly transforming into human size with large tits, smothering Cyril, and knocking him to the ground. “Hey! Get off him!” Mikhaela said furiously. “Aw, come on. You know he loves it,” the Fairy Thief said, “I’m happy to be part of the group. Take good care of me.” Melon Flower smiled and blew the others a kiss. Cyril fell unconscious with his head knocked against the cobblestone street but thought about what he might have gotten himself into before being suffocated by Melon Flower’s expanded boobs. End.