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Marla
By Phillip Sweeny
PREQUEL
The Festival
The morning dawned cloudless as Alana and Aine slipped through the back doorway taking the utmost care not to make a sound. The rays of the morning sun had touched the roof of the thatched cottage with a pale softness, leaving the enclosed back yard in shadow. They tiptoed across the fresh clipped lawn, stepping with practiced deftness on the even spaced dew soaked flagstones of the walkway, which led to the ornate wrought-iron gate at the center of the stone wall.
The gate creaked on its rusty hinges as Alana leaned into it and pushed, using both of her hands and the full weight of her slender body. The heavy gate gave way, yet seemed to fight against her as she groaned with the effort. Aine turned and looked at the cottage to see if the squeaking noise had given away their presence and planned escape, for Aine and her twin sister, Alana had conspired not to do the household chores their mother had arranged as a punishment for back talking and neglecting their studies. Today was Saturday and they had something special planned. They knew they would have a price to pay, but they had their minds set on spying on young Prince Pilip, a distant cousin of the royal family of Wyynnyn.
Satisfied that all in the cottage remained asleep, she nodded to Alana and they headed across the flower filled meadow, to approach the waiting shadows of the deep woods, which held the secrets they hoped to uncover. They walked and skipped with a delightful happiness, holding hands as they laughed and sang in the morning sunlight. Like a flock of birds turning in unison, each stopped and bent over to pick a handful of flowers, pulling the petals from the daisy-like blooms, giggling as they recited the ancient riddle: “he loves me, he loves me not”.
Their breathing came heavy with excitement as they dropped the flower stems into the green knee-high grass, for each time they played the game it had ended on the ‘he loves me’ part of the verse. Alana leaned against Aine and kissed her on the cheek, her lips touching with the softness of a feather.
Aine smiled and returned the sisterly kiss on the opposite cheek before drawing her head back and looking deep into the emerald green slanted eyes of her identical, mirror-twin sister. She smiled at this reflection of herself, touching her sister’s hair as it hung straight about her face and onto her shoulders, its color a mixture of the deepest sky blue and emerald green, so that to an unpracticed eye, the soft strands looked to be the blackest of black. The only way to tell them apart was the dark green mole on Alana’s right cheek, which appeared in the exact same place on Aine’s left.
The two girls stood in the meadow, panting through full succulent lips, their magic allowing them to read each other’s minds as if the thoughts of one were the thoughts of the other.
“The Vernal Equinox is five days away.” Alana allowed her thoughts to drift to the festival celebration and to the wonderful secrets which would become known to her and her sister.
“And we’ll be of mating age, finally!” Aine giggled and added, taking in a deep breath and exhaling the words while she lowered her eyes and looked to the triangle her thin dress formed as it clung to her legs, “The magical curse of penetration will be lifted!”
“You’re going to make me squeal if we keep this up! I’m already sopping wet,” Alana moaned.
“You’re thinking about what it’s going to be like when you spread your legs and take Prince Pilip’s organ into you,” Aine whispered, her voice husky and deep. She eased her fingers through her pubic hair, pressing her middle finger against her clit. “Do you think he’ll know what to do? Do you think he’ll touch me like this?”
“And I can see in your mind the picture of him hard, erect and throbbing: yet you’re afraid you won’t be able to take all of him inside.” Alana closed her eyes and gasped at the picture in her mind of Prince Pilip inserting his organ into her.
“Do you think the curse of penetration is for real?” Alana pushed a finger against her own clit and then spread her legs so it rested against her soft labia, which had become wet with anticipation. “I could insert my finger.”
“No!” Aine grabbed Alana’s hand and held it tight while speaking through clenched teeth. “Do you remember what happened to the sheep herder’s son last year when he tried to make love to Muireann?”
“Do you believe it really happened or do you think the story was made up to scare us?” Alana wiggled her hand out of Aine’s grasp, groaned as she resumed touching herself, closing her eyes and rubbing her clit with a definite purpose.
“I heard that when he entered her, her soft lips turned into teeth and clamped down like a trap, severing the head of his organ off in one bite,” Aine said with a know-it-all authority. “He grew a sunflower in its place. They say that when he tried to pee, it came out of the petals like a shower!”
“I don’t believe it for a minute.” Alana closed her eyes and continued her self gratification. “It’s only a scary story to keep us from mating before we’re of age.”
“Why
else would they rush him off to the secret colony in the north part
of the island,” Aine reasoned. “When he came back, he’d
reached mating age and was whole again. Someone asked him about it,
but he wouldn’t talk. Or he couldn’t talk about it.”
“I’d rather think about Prince Pilip.” Alana’s
breathing became deep and rapid. “He’s so handsome and
so sexy!” She shuddered, reaching an orgasm as she imagined the
young prince penetrating and making vigorous love to her.
“We’ve got to stop and get out of the meadow and into the forest!” Aine stole a worried glance at the cottage over Alana’s shoulder. “If Mama sees us sneaking off, she’ll stop us and punish us more. She’ll punish us anyway, but by then, we’ll have seen Prince Pilip! It’ll be worth a few extra chores.” She smiled as she looked deep into Alana’s eyes, reading her mind. “Yes, dear sister. I agree. We’ll make the young prince ours, share and share alike. But who gets him first?”
“I’ll show you how we can decide,” Aine laughed out loud as she bent over and picked a twig from off the ground, breaking it in two pieces, one long and one short. She closed her hand around the two pieces, so the tips were visible, holding her hand out to Alana. “Chose one. The long twig gets to have his hard penis first.”
“You mean the long and hard penis. Long stick for the long dick.” Alana chose without hesitating, picking the long twig. “Why do you think boys call it a dick?” she mused as she turned the long piece of wood over and over, looking at it with furrowed brows as if she were deep in thought.
“No fair.” Aine pouted. “You read my mind to find the long stick. Who cares what they call the thing, anyway. I think I’m going to like it. I’ll make up a secret name for it. What do you think it’ll feel like when it’s erect?”
Alana flipped the stick into the air with a smile and licked her lips. “’Twas your game. You get seconds. I’ll tell you what it feels like, and then you can touch him. That is, if he’s able to have any more erections after I finish with him.”
“Your nipples are hard.” Aine cocked her head and smiled as she looked at her sister’s breasts. “And dark, too. I can see through your white blouse that your breasts have turned green.”
“And what about you, Sister?” Alana unbuttoned Aine’s blouse exposing her bare breasts, pointing at her dark green areola, with nipples hard and erect in the center. “Such a lovely shade of green they turn when you get aroused. The tips of your ears are turning green, also.” Alana touched the soft pointed tips. “I bet your clit and pubic hair are the same shade.”
“What do you expect, my Elven sister?” Aine laughed and buttoned her blouse. “All elves turn green when they get sexually excited. Remember what happened to Prince Pilip while we were spying on him? How did you like his big hard green penis? It was nice of him to masturbate while we were watching, wasn’t it?”
Alana blinked, fluttering her eyelids. “I think it’ll match the color of my eyes.”
“Do you think the Prince will come to the secret glen today, Sister?” Aine asked as she turned and started to walk toward the edge of the forest.
“I hope so,” Alana replied, following Aine’s lead. “I want to try out the new magic we’ve been practicing.”
“Do you think some of the fairies will come to the festival?” Aine stopped at the edge of the woods and looked back across the meadow, to their cottage and the gentle blue-green water of the sea beyond. “It’s not all that far for them to fly over from their island. I wonder what a fairy’s penis looks like when it gets hard. Daireanne said she saw one and it was huge. She said it was so thick she couldn’t get her hand around it.”
“Daireanne makes things up.” Alana laughed. “I bet she hasn’t seen anybody’s penis before, elf or fairy.”
Aine looked at her sister, her eyes half closing in thought. “You must be right. I know elves can mate with fairies, though. There are some half-breeds in the colony on the north end of the island, which is the closest part of our island to the fairy’s island. They have small fairy wings and green eyes. Their ears are more pointed like an elf’s.”
Alana turned into the woods and started to trot at an easy, yet distance consuming pace, following a well worn path. “Be that as it may, dear sister,” she said over her shoulder, “I want to make love to Prince Pilip. If we stand here and speculate on the size of a fairy’s organ, the Prince will have come and gone before we even get there.”
* * * *
The twin girls jogged along the path as it wound its way through the deep woods of the island. They trotted at a fast pace for close to a mile, following the trail with ease, their eyes adjusting to the shadows so they could see as plainly as if they were walking through a sunlit meadow.
Identical elf twins, Alana and Aine had become aware and were learning about their inherent magical powers at great speed as they approached the age of mating. Surprised when as children they discovered they could read each other’s thoughts. They practiced day and night, exploring new and wondrous things. They kept their special gift a secret; afraid they would be labeled as witches, as few of their friends had any magic at all. Now, filled out and mature, they had found new powers and were eager to try their newest discovery on the prince.
It had been three short weeks, since they had watched the prince in the privacy of the glen. They had been following a buck roe-deer, by scenting his musk. They had hoped to find the deer mating with a doe, when they took a break and climbed into an ancient oak tree at the edge of the glen. Its limbs had provided a safe place for them to stretch out, daydream, and hide.
Alana had seen him first. He entered the glen from the direction opposite that which they had come. Each of the girls marveled at his beauty as he walked across the sunlit opening to take his place next to the clear, slow running forest stream. The sunlight, filtering through the trees seemed to focus on his dark green hair and the twins could see his full lips and high cheek bones. His eyes had a typical Elven slant and his tight forest clothing did nothing to hide his muscles when he stretched and yawned.
They had almost fallen from the tree when he slipped off his shirt, flexed his beautiful firm muscles and touched his small nipples with his fingertips, rubbing each with an obvious sense of pleasure. Both girls let out a deep sigh when he removed his pants, exposing himself. They watched, astonished as he stiffened into a full erection. They stared wide-eyed and open mouthed as he sat down in the soft grass and began a slow methodical stroking, closing his eyes in pleasure. They watched in awe as his erection seemed to expand further with each stroke. Each girl without thinking, reached between her legs to touch her opening as his penis turned from a pink flesh color to a deep emerald green. The only disappointment in the show came when he stood, turned his back to them, and thrust his hips as he ejaculated into the stream.
Prince Pilip took a deep breath and then picked up his pants, putting them on as the two girls winked at each other. They giggled, while watching his huge erection soften and hang in front of him. He shook his flaccid penis once and stuffed it into his pants, looking about as if he sensed someone might be watching.
The girls sat stone still as his searching eyes seemed to come to rest on their hiding place. Each breathed a sigh as he turned and walked from the glen and melted into the forest. They sat still for an hour until they were satisfied he had not seen them and might be waiting for them to come down from their hiding place.
“Daireanne said semen is green and glows in the dark,” Alana whispered as they approached the glen, taking timid steps like a frightened deer. “I wish we had seen Prince Pilip’s when he squirted it into the stream. Oh, why did he have to turn his back to us just at the best moment?”
“And Daireanne said it tastes like spinach or a special type of cheese they make in the moorland to the east.” Aine shook her head at her sister. “I told you not to believe everything Daireanne says.”
“Well, maybe we’ll find out today.” Alana turned her head back and forth as she looked about in anticipation. “We’ve been here each Saturday since.”
“I want to mate with Prince Pilip,” Aine groaned. “Do you know how old he is?”
“Daireanne says he’s the same age as you and I, dear sister. I know, don’t believe everything Daireanne says. But I asked around. He was born on the same day we were. You know what that means don’t you?”
“It means that on the day of the festival, he’ll reach mating age the same as we will.” Aine giggled. “It means his penis won’t fall off and grow into a sunflower after he makes love to us.”
Both girls put a hand to their mouth and fell into the soft meadow grass giggling at the thought of the sheep herder’s son walking around with a sunflower hanging out of the front of his pants. Each took in a deep breath and looked at the other smiling. Suddenly their mirth was interrupted by the loud hoot of an owl coming from somewhere deep in the woods.
“Something disturbed the owl.” Alana looked into the darkness of the trees, taking a deep breath. “It’s too early in the day for an owl to hoot calling for its mate. Someone or something had to have walked under his tree. “Maybe it’s the prince. Come on, dear sister. It’s time for a little magic.”
Each girl reached and placed a finger against the other’s forehead and started to mumble a secret chant. Slow at first and then in fast shimmer, each of them became invisible.
“Wow,” Alana whispered. “I was worried it wouldn’t work since we were so excited, but it’s perfect.” She turned around. “Can you see anything?”
“Not a thing!” Aine echoed her wonderment. “And not too soon! I can hear someone coming. We’ll have to stop talking. Let’s switch to mind probing. We can communicate that way and know where we are. It’d be awful to stumble into each other and fall on top of him.”
Alana and Aine, trembling with excitement, took a place close to the spot Prince Pilip had used for his masturbation place. They remained invisible and looked with anticipation to the edge of the forest where the trail wound through the trees to enter the knee-high grass in the glen.
It’s him! It’s Prince Pilip! Alana’s mind probe hit Aine with almost enough force to knock her over.
Careful, sister! I see him. If you throw out the mind probe with too much force, it’ll bleed over to anyone within range. Be careful to focus only on me.
But, he’s so beautiful! Alana groaned. Oh, Aine! He must have a full erection! Look at that huge bulge in his pants! Each of the girls watched as Prince Pilip removed his shirt and went through his ritual of first stroking his nipples with his finger tips.
I had no idea a man got pleasure from rubbing his nipples! Aine sent her thought to Alana. Look! He just licked his finger and rubbed his spit over it. I’ve done that! It makes my finger slide better. Now he’s pinching each one!
Aine! Alana’s probe sounded husky. Aine, I’m going to take my blouse off and rub my nipples, too. There. Oh, my! That feels good! I’m soaking wet! I’m going to have an orgasm just from rubbing my nipples. I want to touch his. I want to kiss his nipples and rub my tongue all over them! He smells sooo good!
Alana! Aine’s mind probe shot back with alarm. Alana! Put your blouse back on! Quick, before he opens his eyes! When you took it off, it became visible! Our invisibility charm must only work for our clothes if we’re wearing them!
Alana picked up her blouse and it became invisible as she put it back over her shoulders. Thanks, Sis. I’m still going to rub my nipples and my clit, too. There! Oooo! I’m going to have trouble not squealing out loud if I orgasm.
My dear, In case you’re wondering, I’m rubbing mine, too. Oh, look! He’s taking his pants off. Oh, Sis! It’s huge!
“Oh! Oh!” Aine squealed, causing Prince Pilip to stop stroking his penis and turn, facing in her direction to see who had made the sound. Aine clapped her hand over her mouth and sat still.
That was close! She sent a probe to Alana as Prince Pilip resumed stroking his penis, which had become flaccid with his alarm. Let’s quit playing with ourselves and watch him.
Agreed. Look! How fast it’s getting hard and green! His testicles are such a deep shade of green, they look black. Oh, my! Sister, he’s going to turn green all over! This is going to be a fabulous orgasm. I wonder what he’s thinking! Do you think you could probe his thoughts? You’ve had some luck with doing that. Give it a try. Do it before he ejaculates.
Okay. Here goes. Aine sent a probe to Pilip who now was furiously stoking his penis while thrusting his hips back and forth.
Hurry, Aine! Alana gasped. I think it’s going to come!
I know! He’s thinking about the Princess Fionualla! He’s imagining what he’s going to do with her at the festival. They’ve already made plans. She comes of mating age the same as we do and he definitely wants her. He’s imagining what she looks like naked and what it’s going to feel like when he enters her. Oh my!
What, sister? What?
He’s going to ejaculate now! He’s given in to it totally! It’s coming out! He must feel wonderful!
Pilip thrust his hips, closed his eyes and groaned. With one final thrust he ejaculated, sending green semen in a forceful stream into the air before falling to his knees gasping for breath.
It’s green! Alana’s probe screamed in Aine’s head. Did you see how much force he has! Did you see how far it squirted?
Yes, dear sister. I did. Aine sighed. I caught half of it on my left breast. I’m glad it became invisible when it touched me. It sure is green.
What does it feel like! Alana questioned.
Warm and sticky. I wonder if Daireanne is more experienced than either one of us thought.
Well, who cares? I’m reading his thoughts. He’s going to do it again. He’s thinking about soft warm breasts and imagining that he’s rubbing Fionualla’s nipples. Look! He’s rubbing his semen on his nipples: and his penis is getting hard. He’s going to lie down and onto his back, Alana.
It stands up by itself! Alana sent her thought.
Pleasantly so. He’s imagining that Fionualla is kissing and sucking on his penis. He’s going to ejaculate again! Oh, my! There’s almost as much as the first time. That means there’ll be enough for both of us the night of the festival.
Yes, dear sister. But, what do we do about the Fionualla problem? If they’ve decided to mate—you know what that means. It means he wants her for a wife. If she gets pregnant he’ll have to marry her. It’s the law.
I think I know what we can do with Fionualla. Aine sent her thought with a hint of mystery. I’ll have to read up on the spell in that old book of grandmother’s we found in the attic last year. It’s the same book from which we learned the invisibility spell. We can petrify Fionualla when she sneaks away from the storytelling campfire to meet with Prince Pilip. Then we can plant the thought in her head about mating with that jerk, Gearoid, whose been hitting up on us for the last three moons. We’ll maneuver him into position so he finds her. We’ll strip her naked and set the spell so she wakes up when he touches her. If he touches her breasts, he’ll have to mate with her.
What if he doesn’t fall for it and doesn’t touch her breasts? Alana’s probe expressed her worry. Then what?
Do you really think he won’t? Anyway, we’ll put a disguise spell on her and he’ll think it’s one of us. He’ll think he has made the find of his life!
What if Gearoid tries to bring Fionualla here to mate, my dear smart sister? Alana challenged.
He won’t. Do you know why Prince Pilip has been coming here and squirting come all over the place? He’s marking territory. Male’s who are of age can smell it. They wouldn’t dare cross into his territory.
Do you realize, Alana, we will both be in mid-cycle? We ovulate at the same time. What if we both get pregnant?
He’ll have to marry both of us. It’s the law. It’s happened before. I’m willing to share him as a husband. I’ll bet you we’ll wear him out in the first six months, though. Aine stifled a giggle.
“Look,” Alana whispered. “He’s gone to sleep. I wonder if I could touch his penis without waking him.”
“Better not chance it.” Aine shimmered and became visible as she stood over the sleeping prince. “We need to get out of here. The spell’s wearing off. I can see you.”
“Phooey.” Alana pouted. “Let’s go learn the petrification spell and practice on a few chipmunks and squirrels.
The Prophecy
The day of the festival arrived and Aine and Alana bolted from the cottage, climbed and vaulted over the stone wall, not bothering with the rusty gate as dusk approached. Laughing, they sprinted to the edge of the woods and the trail which would lead them to the story telling arena and campfire at a full run. They stopped a moment as they entered the darkening woods and hugged each other, unable to contain their excitement.
“Tonight’s the night!” Alana squealed between panting breaths. “I’m soaking through my panties! We’re going to become mated. Prince Pilip doesn’t know what he’s in for, but I think he’s going to like it!”
“Then let’s get going!” Aine started off, picking up speed as she ran. “We need to get there in time to get a seat close to him.”
The girls dashed through the forest: arriving at the arena in near exhaustion to find to their dismay that Fionualla had already taken her place next to the prince.
How obvious, Alana’s mind probe groaned in Aine’s head. He’s touching her leg! When do you think they’ll try to slip off into the woods?
“They’ll have to wait until the reciting of the story of the creature named Marla and finish telling The Prophecy. They’ve already gotten half-way through the story,” Aine leaned against Alana as she whispered. It’s mandatory that they finish the whole thing. I wish they wouldn’t break it up into two parts. The only reason they do is the story teller has to go get a shot of spirits. He’ll be so full of mead that he’ll stumble when he comes back. Once the telling is over, Prince Pilip will have to leave first and clear the way.
“Do you believe in the story of Marla and The Prophecy?” Alana muttered in disgust as she looked at Fionualla’s hand resting on Pilip’s leg. Look at the bitch. Does she think no one notices? I could send a thought into his head that she has warts all over her female organs.”
“And if you do, someone will be sure to pick up on it.” Aine pinched her in the side. “Too many adults here can read thoughts. And to answer the first question, I don’t know if I believe in the story of Marla or The Prophecy. We’ve heard it each year for as long as I remember. If it’s real, it won’t happen in our lifetime.”
“Are you sure of that?” Alana’s said as an after-thought as her attention focused on Fionualla as she and Aine took their place, sitting cross-legged on the ground at the edge of the circle of mating age females, which had formed around the fire that had been built in the center of the arena.
“There are fourteen of us who are ready to take a mate.” Alana nodded her head at each of the girls, who had been her playmates and were now her rivals. “I count seven returns from the last festival. That means seven did not get pregnant. I count twenty eligible males.” She nodded her head at each one as she weighed the possibility of mating with another if Pilip did not fall into their trap.
“That means two get left out, if both of us take Prince Pilip.” Aine frowned as Fionualla made a circular rubbing motion on Pilip’s leg with her fingertips. “I could send a thought that her armpits smell like stink bugs and her nipples taste like alum juice.”
Aine’s attention focused away from Fionualla as the eligible males walked with a stalking slowness in a circle behind the females as if searching for the one to whom they wished to mate. They strutted, showing off in hopes one of the females would be attracted.
“They do this at every festival.” Aine giggled as one of the males, Ardon Glanwyynn, stopped and looked with interest at Alana. He’s staring between your legs, sister. Aine bent her head so she could see what the male was enjoying by looking at her sister. You don’t have on panties you little slut! Your hair has already turned green! He’s responding to you, Alana. He’s developing a definite bulge in his pants.
“Forget it, Ardon Glanwyynn,” Alana called out as she closed her legs. Phooey! I was trying to show Pilip, but all he has eyes for is that bitch, Fionualla. Ah! Here comes the story teller. You’re right, sister, he’s half drunk. We’ll have to pretend we’re listening.
The males stopped circling and all eyes turned to look to their right as the ancient robed elf storyteller strode with a practiced theatrical purpose from the darkness of the adjoining forest into the flickering, dancing light of the campfire. He stopped a moment as he stepped between Alana and Aine and then entered the circle. He strode three times around the seated females of mating age before raising his hands to the heavens. Softly he started to hum and speak in an ancient dialect, letting the pitch of the chant build.
Well there he goes. I bet he checks out all of our breasts when he makes the circle. Alana’s complaint entered Aine’s mind.
Pay attention! The ancient elf stopped his chant and glared with a fierce, piercing stare at Alana.
He’s reading your thoughts! Aine looked horrified, her eyes opening wide and her mouth hanging open.
And I can read yours, too! The storyteller turned his attention to Aine.
“How?” Both girls covered their mouths with their hands in disbelief at the same time.
Look closely and what do you see? The ancient elf looked at them, his eyes twinkling in a smile.
You! You’re our great-grandfather! Recognition crossed Alana’s face. You look like daddy. You’ve been gone since we were very little! Where is the real storyteller?
I’m substituting. There’s something important which must be done tonight.
How are you able to intercept our mind probes between each other? Aine questioned as she fought the urge to get up and run to him. She thought about throwing her arms around his neck as she remembered the legend and stories her parents had told her of him. He had been much loved and missed since his strange and silent departure.
It’s a family trait great-granddaughter. The old elf pretended to be thinking as he walked around the circle, appraising the rest of the young elves who where all starring at him, expecting to hear the ancient stories and prophecy.
That means—Mother and Dad! Realization hit the girls at the same time.
Yes, they have the ability. They know everything you’ve been thinking about and planning. You two will need to learn how to block your secret communications from others.
“Even about—?” Alana gasped.
Yes, even about how both of you plan to have your way with Prince Pilip. Indeed, they know all. The corners of the old elf’s eyes crinkled in merriment. Now, listen to my story! With that he turned his head back to look at the stars hanging in the heavens overhead and began to chant the ancient prophecy.
“This is an excerpt from the most ancient of Elven Histories, my children,” he instructed the group as he walked around the circle again. “Listen carefully. There are forces at hand and the time is near!”
“Marla, the Creature of Blue Magic shall arise
From sleep at the call of the Two Virgins
And search the world for her Mate of Prophecy
Who shall be the Lost Elf King.”
We’re two virgins and Prince Pilip is going to be king someday. Aine looked at Alana with a question. Do you think?
It’s just a story, Aine. Alana frowned. Better pay attention to our plan. Pilip just bent over and tried to touch Fionualla’s breast. I don’t know what stopped him, but if he touches her there, we’ll be out of luck. By law she’ll have to mate with him.
Don’t worry about Prince Pilip’s hands. The mind probe from her great-grandfather hit Alana and Aine at the same time. Listen to the story. You are not the two virgins of The Prophecy. But you have a very important role to play in it. One of you must become pregnant when you mate with Prince Pilip tonight.
He does know everything! Alana looked at Aine with surprise and a sense of fear in her wide opened eyes.
How do you two think you stumbled upon the Prince’s glen while he was marking it with semen? Their great-grandfather’s message took on a deadly serious tone. It wasn’t by accident. You must mate with him and one of you must bear a male child from the union, and you shall name him Jared. Now, hush your thoughts and pay attention to the rest of the story!
“The Creature, Marla, shall find The Two Pilots,
Then she shall find the Admiral and The Dreamer.
And she shall mate with each of them
But they are not the Mate of The Prophecy.”
“Do you know what a pilot or an admiral is?” Alana whispered to Aine.
Listen with the utmost care great-granddaughter’s! The look the ancient elf sent to them, made each one sit upright, their backs rigid and shoulders square.
“The Dreamer shall die
At the hands of The Dragon Cult.
But The Dreamer shall return to life
When found by the Lost Elf King.”
“Marla shall slay the Dragon Cult
And in doing so summon The Beast.
The Beast shall take the name of Kadrel,
The name means the fearsome hated one.”
Prince Pilip just left the circle! Alana’s concern cried in Aine’s head.
Well, silly girl. The probe from their great-grandfather came to the two of them at the same time. I suggest that one of you become invisible so you can leave undetected and position yourself along the trail to the glen where you can intercept anyone who might want to follow him. Well, which one of you is going to intercept the Fionualla girl? Be off! I can’t make this story last forever!
“Marla shall find the Elf King
And they shall mate and conceive.
But Kadrel shall pursue them
Bearing hatred for The Creature.”
“There shall be a great battle
Between The Beast and Marla.
And there shall be a sacrifice of life
Kadrel shall descend to have his way with Marla.”
“The beast shall be confronted by The Elf King
Who shall do battle with The Beast.
The battle shall decide the fate of the World
The final outcome being not foretold.”
“So saith I, Jaryydd, King of The Elves”
* * * *
Invisible and probing Fionualla’s thoughts, Alana followed along the well worn path, which wound through the deep woods to Prince Pilip’s glen. Fionualla’s breasts heaved with excitement, her thoughts on nothing but mating with the young prince. So occupied in her dreams of their love that she did not feel the wisp of wind, which was Alana running past.
Alana outdistanced her rival with relative ease; realizing Fionualla did not know her way through the woods. She stopped once and watched her stumble over roots and rocks as she searched frantically for Prince Pilip’s glen.
“Clumsy cow! How do you expect to mate with someone like Prince Pilip? Alana laughed to herself as Fionualla tripped and fell flat on her face.
Still breathing with ease, Alana stopped at the junction of another path, which intersected the main trail and if followed, would lead to Gearoid’s mating glen. She knew he was hoping Fionualla would choose him. She and Aine had planted enough visions of a naked Fionualla in his head during the last year.
Both of you are going to get the surprise of your life! Aine laughed loud enough for Fionualla to look around for source the sound. It’s going to be easy to fool both of you. Alana started to recite the spell she had practiced so often. She would petrify Fionualla for a few moments until Aine arrived and could cast the spell of illusion on her. When she awoke she would follow Gearoid’s path with no hesitation. The spell would make her think Gearoid was in fact, Prince Pilip. Fionualla would mate with Gearoid before the spell wore off and she had a chance to realize the difference. By then, it would be too late.
“Hello, Fionualla,” Alana whispered, as Fionualla walked past her brushing twigs and dirt from her dress.
“What—?” Fionualla asked, her mouth hanging open in mid-sentence as the spell hit her.
“Poor Fionualla.” Alana giggled as she made herself visible and walked slowly around the girl, standing stone still, with only her shallow breathing giving an indication that she was alive. “Not a bad job if I do say so myself. I only had to cast the spell once. The last chipmunk I tried it on took three castings before he turned into stone. This is perfect. Now, all you and I have to do is wait patiently for Sister to come along and complete the spell. I’m afraid I don’t do very well with the illusion spell. If I tried it on you, you would probably turn into a sheep or something.”
Alana stopped her circumferential pacing and stopped in front of Fionualla, placing her hands on her hips. “Let me see. I wonder what I can do while we wait for Aine. I’ve got an idea. I’ll get you ready for your lover. Teehee. Might as well get these clothes off you.”
Alana unbuttoned Fionualla’s blouse and wiggled it over her shoulders. “Well, my dear,” Alana clicked her tongue, “I’m going to have to cut this off. There’s no way I can get it off with you all stiff. Let’s see…mmm, I’ve not any scissors or a knife. Well, you can say your lover ripped it from your body; he was in such a hurry to get to you. Here goes.”
Alana pulled and tugged until the blouse ripped at the seams and fell to the ground. “My, oh my, dear Fionualla, you’ve got huge breasts. No wonder Prince Pilip is attracted to you. Aine and I are tiny in comparison. I don’t think putting both of ours together would equal one of yours. No matter. It’s the feel and passion in them that makes the difference.”
“I wonder.” Alana took a couple of steps back and looked at Fionualla’s breasts as they moved up and down with her breathing. I wonder if you know I’m here. Can you hear me talking to you? I wonder if you can feel me touch you. Let’s find out.”
“Well that answers that question.” Alana laughed as she reached out and touched each of Fionualla’s nipples with a soft brush of her fingertips. “You stiffen up real fast. Are you dreaming that Prince Pilip is caressing them? Prince Pilip will be disappointed if he knew mine don’t get as big, but he won’t know, will he. Let me see how you like this,” Alana licked her fingertips and then rubbed Fionualla with her wet fingers.
“Your nipples are turning green. I can see them darkening, even though all we have is moonlight. I wonder…” Alana stopped caressing and walked around Fionualla several times, before stopping and hooking her thumbs in the waist band of Fionualla’s skirt, pulling it down so it came to rest around her ankles.
“Fionualla! You forgot to put on your panties! Shame on you girl,” she teased. “I bet you thought Pilip would plow right into you. Why have panties in the way. Smart girl. Well what should I do now? We still have a few minutes before Sister arrives. You liked it when I touched your nipples. Have you got a big sensitive girl bump, too?”
“Alana! Stop!” Aine materialized out of thin air and pushed Alana’s hand from Fionualla’s clit.
“Sister! Where did you come from?” Alana jumped back in surprise. “I figured I had at least five more minutes. I thought I might get an orgasm out this bitch. She seemed to like it when I touched her nipples.”
“Then she knows what we’re up to.” Aine groaned as she walked around Fionualla, looking her up and down. “Wow! I didn’t realize her breasts were so big! She’s huge!” Aine reached out and felt them and then felt her own. “I feel like a shrimp!”
“She’s aware of us, Sister,” Alana said. “What are we going to do? The immobilization worked, but she can still feel. She might be able to hear us, too. That puts us in a bit of a problem, doesn’t it? Her nipples got hard and turned green when I touched them. I was going to see what kind of reaction I could get with her clit when you showed up. She’ll remember us.”
“I think I know how to adjust the illusion spell so it will block her memory.” Aine took her hand from Fionualla’s breast and looked into her eyes, touching her forehead. “We should make ourselves invisible and converse with mind probes, Sister. Just to be sure. I’ll start the spell.”
There, it’s done. Aine removed her hand. She has nothing in her mind except thoughts of mating with Prince Pilip. The next male she sees will look exactly like Pilip to her.
We’d better make sure. Alana touched Fionualla’s left nipple, which had softened. Nothing happened. What about her clit? Alana let her finger sift through Fionualla’s pubic hair, searching.
No, my horny sister! If I didn’t know better, I would think you weren’t just right in your preference. Aine grabbed her hand. Save it for Pilip. We need to get this done and over. Great grandfather’s words have me a bit worried. I think this is more than just play. We need to get to the glen.
You’re right as always, sister. Alana sighed. We should make sure your spell works, though. Can you do something to block access to this trail so no one will stumble on it and follow it to Pilip’s glen by accident? We need to make a little detour and make sure Fionualla mates with Gearoid.
I think so. Aine took a few steps down the trail and motioned with her hands, moving them in a rapid circular motion. There was a simmering in the air and the image of a demon appeared. He’s fake, but he’s quite scary. Don’t you think?
Very well done, sister! Come on. Let’s lead Fionualla to her rightful mate. It’s only a short distance to Gearoid’s love nest.
Aine released the immobilization spell and then took Fionualla by the hand in order to lead her down the path to a secluded opening in the forest, which Gearoid had marked as his territory. Both girls smiled when he spotted Fionualla as Aine led her into the opening. Fionualla let out a squeal at the sight of Gearoid and ran forward to fall into his arms. She let out a squeal of lust as she kissed him and thrust her breasts into his chest.
Good job! She has to believe he’s Pilip. Look at her go! She’s already on her back with her legs spread.
And look at Gearoid. He may be ugly, but what a penis. He’s about three inches bigger than Pilip! I suspect Fionualla would thank us if she knew. Oh! That didn’t take long! He’s in her already. Look at how he’s working it in and out!
Sister. Alana pulled on Aine’s arm. I’ve seen enough. I’m dripping wet stuff down my legs. We’ve got to get to Pilip. I can’t wait much longer. I propose a new contest. First one there gets him first. Alana turned and took off at a run, becoming visible as she ran down the trail toward Pilip’s glen.
* * * *
“Stop!” Aine grabbed Alana’s sleeve and pulled her backward as they approached the edge of the forest: the glen loomed visible in the moonlight only a few steps away.
“I won!” Alana panted as the two of them stood side by side, looking into the open meadow.
“Where is he?” Aine bobbed her head up and down like an alarmed deer as she searched the meadow. “I don’t see him. Do you think someone else got here before we did?”
“Not likely,” Alana looked right and left. “That demon almost scared me as we passed him. If I hadn’t known he wasn’t real, I would have turned and bolted the other way.”
“There he is!” Aine pointed to the center of the meadow. “He’s at the same spot where we watched him masturbate. How are we going to do this? I just thought of something awful.”
“What could be awful about us watching him walk about, completely naked? Look at those muscles glisten in the moonlight. His nipples look dark from here. I bet he’s excited.”
“Excited about the Princess Fionualla, dear sister,” Aine shook her head with worry. “Did you know if he’s been programmed to mate with a princess and only a princess? I’m sure he has. He’s probably been told that anything else is below him. He has to produce royal offspring.”
“We could use the illusion trick like we did with Fionualla and Gearoid,” Alana said with determination.
“No,” Aine came back. “I want him to make love to me, not an image of Fionualla.”
“I see your point,” Alana put her hand on Aine’s shoulder as they both watched Prince Pilip walk back and forth looking with excited anticipation at the path leading out of the dark forest.
Did you two not listen to me when I told you that you had a part to play in all of this? Their great grandfather’s mind probe startled them so they jumped aside, together.
“Great grandfather!” They said in unison. “What are you doing here?”
“Watching out after you two,” he chuckled from the shadows to their right. “It would seem you need some help.”
“The demon,” Alana turned and looked directly into his laughing eyes, which seemed to gleam at her in the moonlight.
“Not a bad spell,” he acknowledged. “But he dissipated just as I walked up to him. Seems like you need some more instruction. All I had to do was challenge the thing and he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Don’t worry. I won’t watch the two of you mate: but I’ll keep anyone else from watching you or interfering. You don’t think that you and Fionualla are the only eligible young maidens who have their eyes on the handsome Prince, do you?”
“How are we going to make him think we are of royal blood?” Alana asked as she took in a deep breath as she watched Pilip stop pacing and stretch.
“He is a nice looking fella’,” the old elf acknowledged. “You won’t have to trick him, my dear ones.”
“What do you mean?” The girls asked at the same time, looking at him as if he was teasing them.
“Exactly what I said,” he continued. “You are of royal blood. It’s an ancient lineage, which has been kept a closely guarded secret for thousands of years. It’s part of The Prophecy of Marla. Didn’t you think it odd that you have magical powers when most elves do not have them? In fact, you have much more magic than you could ever realize.
“We have lots of magic?” They answered together with surprise, their voices blending in harmony. “What kind of magic?”
“That will come later,” he said looking over their shoulders at the young prince as he paced back and forth. “I think our Prince Pilip is in a need of something. Don’t worry: I’m not going to watch the spectacle. I’ll guard the perimeter.” With that he turned his back to them to face the trail.