The Rogue's Harem Book 1, Chapter 15: Satiating the Feyhound
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The Rogue's Harem Book One: Rogue's Sultry Harem Part Fifteen: Satiating the Feyhounds By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Chapter Forty-Three: Satiating the Feyhound Sven Falk – Faerie “Why are feyhounds an issue?” I asked, glancing at Cú Mheá sitting on his haunches beside Aingeal, his leafy tongue lolling from his muzzle. “I've fought dogs before.” “They're almost impossible to kill,” Aingeal said. “It's not like stabbing a sword through them will do much. They're animated by magic. If you cut enough of their branches, they fall apart, but not before they tear you to pieces. They're fast. They're nimble. And they're loyal.” “I can make an illusion,” Kora said. “And so can you, Aingeal.” “Faerie illusions don't work on them. They're not living creatures. And they have keen senses. They don't just rely on vision. If you're not careful, Kora, they could see other clues: footprints left on the ground, hear noises, smell scents.” “Ah,” my sister said. “That would make it... difficult.” “Well, we can sneak past them,” Zanyia suggested. “I'm good at that.” “Not all of us are,” I said. “You are very good at it, brother mine,” Kora said, a smile on her lips. “You've snuck into more than a few maiden's chambers in your times.” I gave her a cocky grin. “More than a few.” “But I'm not so good at it,” Kora said. She glanced at my newest sex slave, Nathalie. “And I have a feeling you're not, either.” The girl shook her head, her braided, ... blonde pigtails swaying about her shoulders. “Luckily, feyhounds do have one weakness,” Aingeal said, her butterfly wings fluttering. She scratched Cú Mheá's head between his wicker ears. His thick, stiff tail thumped on the ground, creaking like an oak tree in a windstorm. Kora groaned. “Oh, no.” “Oh, yes,” Aingeal grinned. “What is...” My eyes widened. I couldn't help the grin crossing my face as I stared at my squirming sister. “Fairies made them,” Kora said. “And you're children of Las, so....” “So it's pussy,” I said my dick throbbing. Aingeal gave a vigorous nod. “They tend to run in packs of three to six. And we have four pussies at our disposal.” She slipped an arm around my sister's waist, giving her an arched grin. “You're lucky night. No excuse not to scratch that itch Cú Mheá gave you.” Kora squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks completely red. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kora Falk We crept through the woods approaching Réimse Seamair. I trembled, my heart racing. We had our plan. The pixie, after some twisting, had conjured an image of the location. We just had to get past the patrol of feyhounds without being seen. The strange, different colored moons, shone their varied hues of light through the forest canopy. Leaves had a shimmer of orange or purple or blue light as they shifted in the breeze. The beauty was remarkable. I could spend a lifetime studying the terrain, capturing the uniqueness of it on canvas with paints. I could embroil myself in my art. If only that ...