Twisted World

Fierce fighting took place on the shores of second isle. Survivors from Third, Fourth and Fifth fought with a frenzy that met the invaders onslaught. And they were now backed up by the Elven Folk of Second Isle, an ancient people, a peaceful people - but not now their land was under threat of destruction and waste. The tall treed forests that were their cities were also sacred places to them, and they would not see them destroyed easily.

Lacey had near endless delight, ‘fortifying’ all those who had shown talents of any sort that would help the campaign. But she had become more serious and introspective since Lucard’s teaching visit. Vlad was proud of her, she was tireless when it was required.

Only the once had she needed rest after a mammoth session. Walli, Barri and Blaize had required more than a boost the night after the long stalemate. Neither side had the advantage, and the three had approached her, weary. She had asked are you men, or mice?! Inviting all three together, she would give them the energy they needed.

She had first fired their lust by quickly drinking of their erect members, and then expertly raising them again. One deep inside her, the second in the smaller passage and the third again in the mouth. She bounced in both pain and delight her own convulsions at the flood down her throat bringing the other two to their own peak of pleasure.

Sharing the deep red wine before they left, refreshed as never before, she smiled to herself at the memory of the last ‘threesome’. Dear Gods, how far she had come from that horror!

Vlad had come from the curtains as the three left, smiling and pouring more of the wine for them both.

“That was as exciting as if it were I that had taken part Lacey. I am - aroused.” He stroked a breast, rubbing the nipple in his palm.

Lacey shivered. Incredibly, she was also aroused again. “My Lord, I should cleanse …”

“No need Lacey. I need you NOW. Let the wine cleanse enough.” He pushed her laughing back on the furs and poured the last glass into her wet folds. The bloods mingled and he licked and sucked all until she was near climax again before mounting deeply, his hands clutching her breasts as he rode like a stallion in heat. Her hands on him forced him as deep as possible, and she gave a long silent scream as they convulsed together.

For the first time, they both slept spent, together.

The next day the invasion force finally made the breakthrough. The defenders knew when to cut their losses and fled. But the bridge was still intact.