Two very different ideas

	After a few hours' brisk walk, Gillint spoke up.  “Ah, a journey through the wilderness with you,” Gillint said idly.  “If only there were more fun things to do.”  He patted Capricorn's thigh as he walked beside her stag.  “Perhaps my dear, lovely Countess needs a screw?”

	Capricorn blushed furiously.  “Gillint, come now,” she said.

	“Deep inside you Countess, I so intend, and another across that tight rear end,” Gillint said.

	Capricorn licked her lips.  “We... we're needed in the north,” she said feebly.  “And this is my last clean dress.”

	Gillint's hand slid up under her skirt to trace a finger over her bottom.  “But it is so easy to remove your dress, so upon it my huge cock will leave no mess.  Perhaps my Countess finds herself extra tense.  To relax you, I offer rutting most intense.”

	Capricorn felt herself moistening a bit as she thought of the Elder Satyr demolishing her on the forest floor.  “Gillint... stop it,” she managed.  The hot flush of desire rushed through her body despite her best efforts, but she managed to look away and gently remove his hand.  “Not now.”

	A flare of hungry anger seared through Gillint's mind.  He returned his hand to Capricorn's bottom.  “My dearest Capricorn, my pure lady, let me mount you in this forest shady,” he said smoothly.  “You do not wish to appear, before our guests, too chilly?  Pull off those clothes, get down, and then let me pound you silly.”

	Capricorn's mind sagged under the pressure of Gillint's charming magic, and she made an involuntary noise of lust as she saw Gillint's shaft rise up from his furry crotch.  “Oh... Gillint, please,” she said.  “I... I meant no when I... said no... I don't need it...”

	“It is what you need, and I promise it, now, freely,” Gillint said.  He slid one hand between her and her undergarments and started rubbing.  “We have hours before we need arrive, ideally.”

	Capricorn let him finger her for a few seconds, and then shifted herself on her mount to dislodge him.  “No... I...” Her restraint failed for a moment, and she shivered in guilty pleasure as his other hand slid in from behind and picked up where the first left off.  “I don... want... it...”

	Anger forced back Gillint's already-frayed restraint.  The migraine he had endured for three weeks vanished as anger burned clarity into his thoughts.  He reached onto the stag's back and forcefully lifted Capricorn off her mount and onto the ground.  She squeaked and fell to her knees, bringing her level with his rigid erection.  The stag wandered a few feet away and started idly munching greens as Capricorn stared up at Gillint, dazed and scared.

	“I decide what you want and you need,” Gillint snarled, and magic flowed from his mind to fill Capricorn's.  She nodded vacantly and pulled her clothing off as he continued speaking.  “I decide you want to take my seed.”  Capricorn rolled onto her hands and knees and reached back with one hand to spread herself.  “My lust your hesitation is prolonging, so you, my royal cunt, are my belonging,” he snarled.  His anger subsided as he plunged himself down into her.

	“I am your belonging,” Capricorn mumbled as Gillint's magic forced her mind away from her actions.  Her whole body shook as he raped her.

	This was right.  This was the way things should be, Gillint thought to himself.  Blood ran down Capricorn’s leg as he controlled her.  Magic flowed from his dark spirit into her ravaged mind and body, bending her to his will.  Something gave in his mind, not that he noticed, and suddenly she was his and always had been, she had never been anything more than a device for him to enjoy – him, and his brood.

	Gillint snarled in triumph.  His grin was too broad, his flesh too taut and hairy, and nobody was around to see it, but his fangs shone bright in the dark woods.  “Your body and your soul belong to the Dance Lord!  Your flesh and spirit are eternal mine to hoard!”

	“Yours,” Capricorn muttered as he drove her face into the dirt with one gnarled hand.

	A strength and wickedness that were not his fired deep in Gillint's soul, as whatever scraps of restraint he had had left when he came to the Prime vanished.  “A satyr's place is to please and rule, and define what virtue is and what is sin,” he whispered into her ear.  “You are my slave and my sex toy, my Countess, my flighty and lustful Eladrin.”

	She did not respond.  Stibium didn't understand yet, but someday all Fey would, and would serve him gladly.  Still, until then, appearances needed to be upheld.


	A strange being, resplendent with skins and throbbing eyes, watched from afar, chuckling happily.  That had been a most unexpected outcome of his experiments, but he certainly wasn't complaining.  Satyrs were fun creatures when roused to abandon restraint, it seemed!  He would have to see if any others fell prey to his machines.

	Still, for now, safety was the forbearer of success, and he did not yet have allies to call his own.  Crocutter the Huntmaster slunk away into the woods to the east, already planning.  His master was near, and yet so far, and the Feywild had not been the realm into which he had meant to burrow.  He would have to try again and hope for better results.  After all, the Abyss was vast, and his master hungered always.


	Viri yawned and stretched out in the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing.  Xuriis sat beside her, staring off into the distance.

	“You look like you're thinking hard,” Viri said lazily.

	“I just... I don't know,” Xuriis said quietly.  “There's so much going on lately.”

	“Yes.”

	“And this... instinct...” he said, waving his hands about irritably.  “I want to run about in the woods and enjoy myself.  I don't know why I'm busting my balls to protect the flock.”

	Viri giggled.  “You like us.”

	“I do!  I don't want to like the flock,” Xuriis griped.  “I want to be my own man, not bound by contracts and rules.”

	“But they make us all stronger,” Viri said.

	Xuriis looked over at her.  Her shaggy, golden curls caught the light that filtered through the tree branches; it shone beautifully in her eyes.  “I suppose it does,” Xuriis said.  “Do you think we'll be going home soon?”

	“I hope so,” Viri said.  “I mean... this place is nice, but it's not the Island.”

	“Mm.”  Xuriis yawned, and then blinked as Viri snuggled up on his flank.  “Mm?”

	She just smiled and relaxed into his flank.  “Do you like this plane?”

	“I do,” Xuriis said, “but home is better.  No crazy Primes and mad rifts.”

	Viri closed her eyes.  “Do you think what Linus said about your grandfather is true?  That he could be controlling us?”

	Xuriis sighed explosively.  “No.  No, I still think not.  It doesn't seem to be what he would do.”

	Viri nodded.  “Okay.  I'll take your word for it.”  She opened her eyes and watched as the Flock Mother started talking with some of the elders, and a few threw up their hands and embraced.  “Hmm.  Good news, I suppose.”

	“Yes.”  Xuriis craned his head down and quirked an eyebrow as Viri fluttered her eyelashes at him.  “What?”

	“We know where the Rupture is, don't we?” she asked.

	“Well, yes.”

	She ran a finger over his chest.  “So we know where they're going.”

	“Yes...”

	She slid the hand down under his waist.  “Can I steal your attention for a while before we head north?” she asked coyly.

	He grinned.  His cock sprang to attention in her hand.  “But of course,” he chuckled.  He took her free hand and led her to her feet, then behind the nearest tree.  Viri wrapped her arms around the tree and sank to her knees, smiling into the bark.  Xuriis was a sweet lad when he wasn't grumpy, and she liked this dutiful side of him, too... and if she was going home soon, she wanted to have some fun first.

	She closed her eyes and bleated softly as she felt him slip within, slow and gentle.  She found his rhythm and matched it, rocking up and down the tree as he increased his force a bit.  They spent a few minutes working each other over as the clearing gradually emptied.  Viri sighed and rested her forehead on the bark of the tree as she relaxed into his grip.  This was an exercise in manipulation, she knew, but it still felt so lovely.  What a warm, comfy boy.

	“Hello, Viri, Xuriis,” a voice from beside them said.  Both young fey looked over to see Gleena watching them from a few feet away.

	“Hello,” Viri said breathlessly.

	“We're leaving now, to find this place where we can go home,” Gleena said.

	“I know,” Viri moaned.

	“Well, as long as you know how to find us,” Gleena said.  “You'll catch up?”

	“Sure,” Xuriis said, waving his hand indistinctly.  He bared his teeth as Viri bleated again, much louder.

	“Alright then, have fun,” Gleena said.  She leaned over to nuzzle Viri goodbye and wandered off after the flock.

	“Nice lass,” Xuriis grunted.

	Viri just sighed happily.  Satyrs were the best.  “Uh huh.”  She rested her forehead on the tree again and stopped muffling her sounds as she started to feel something warm and strong well up inside her, aching for release.  “Oh, Xuriis,” she said happily.  She moaned loudly, and it turned into an excited bleat as she felt her orgasm rush closer.  “Oh, Xuriis!”

	Xuriis chuckled, deep and proud, as the cute little faun came on him.  He kept going for a minute longer, letting her work the tension out of her system, before withdrawing just in time, and draining his forearm-sized erection on the tree between her legs.

	They both knelt there, panting, before Viri peeled herself off the trunk and nodded appreciatively at the mess on the tree like a buyer at an auction.  “Mm... thanks, mighty satyr, that was delightfully well done,” she cooed.

	Xuriis chuckled again and rose, as if he had spent no energy at all.  By satyr standards, that had been positively tame, but he found himself being a bit tender with Viri for some reason.  “You're too kind,” he said.  He helped her to her hooves, and the two of them moved to follow the flock once they had dusted themselves off.  “What's the occasion?” he asked idly as they walked off.

	“Oh, nothing, just feeling happy,” she said.  She winked at him.  “Maybe you can play for us all tonight, if Gillint is off with the Countess at this Rupture site still?”

	“I daresay you've sold me on the idea,” Xuriis laughed.  He felt hale and strong again; the ennui had lifted.  Perhaps a romp had been what he needed after all.

	Viri wondered if Xuriis could tell he was being patronized.  There was no way to lift the grumps from a satyr like a quickie and some kind words, and Xuriis was sweeter than most.  She wondered if she would be able to slip away that night to see Linus, if he was still there.

	Her good mood grew slightly as she thought about Xuriis' words.  Despite it all, she couldn't dismiss Linus' warnings about Gillint offhandedly.  Still, he was off with the military now, she was enjoying a lovely afterglow, and she was going home!  Life was good.  She sprang off at a run, chasing the flock, and Xuriis sped up in her wake.