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Over and through the darkened forest trotted along a black furred feline in black dress and steeple hat. Blue fire floating just above her lit the way. She stepped and climbed over roots gnarled and made gigantic by fae magic, her tail swishing from side to side, a small smirk touching her lips as she gripped the satchel secure at her side. Layne sat upon one of the larger roots after reaching the top and brought the fire to an intense shine with a flick of her wrist so she could see further out. Green and red glowing mushrooms showed her the right way to where she acquired her favorite catalysts for potions, fae tears straight from the circle. Of course the fae circles were well guarded locations, but she usually could get herself a bag full or two of the little gems if she said the right things around the guardian. Tapping at her chin she wondered if he'd be in a good mood, depending on if yes or no then she'd be in for a little bit of trouble, after all, the ram like Caprak were powerful fae that could rip her limb from limb if they so desired, however, she was confident that she would be able to happily make another deal with this guardian in particular. Clapping her hands together she leapt off of the root, blue light slowing her descent until her feet touched the ground without a sound and while humming to herself she made her way deeper into the forest.

Upon arriving at her destination, everything seemed fairly calm, no sign of the brutish guardian that typically enjoyed bothering her upon every little visit. The fae circle itself was a ring of flowers and mushrooms that seemed fairly innocent to the unassuming, but Layne knew stepping into the ring meant traveling into an entirely different plane of existence that could leave the untrained knocked out of their senses and stuck in another world if they didn't know what to do, but thankfully training was something Layne did not lack. Padding to the edge of the circle she stopped for a moment, raising an eyebrow and sighing. It would have been far too easy to hop into the circle and just get it over with, but then again that would be breaking the rules. Rules were very important things to fae and they loved to dance around them, for instance, they enjoyed fooling people into breaking them. Crossing her arms she shut her eyes and tapped her foot until she heard the familiar bleating laughter of the guardian. From behind a veil not too far from where she stood the large ram-like Caprak stepped out, white fur bright and shining in the dimly lit forest, garbed only in grey cloth that draped loosely between his strong legs and exposed his massive arms and shoulders, a belt around his waist that held a rather large sword bearing simmering runes. Layne made no motion, but internally she gulped and yelped, that blade would have been passing through her neck if she stepped across the circle without his permission. Confirming her suspicions the Caprak she had known as Lerec spoke out, "Good tiding feline of potion and lies, I see your mind is still sharp as is your knowledge of trickery and game. I suppose you are here to take more from our world and fountain?"

She made note of his rather large hand resting upon the hilt of his sword and she turned to smile and give a rather overly polite curtsy, "Lerec...It is so good to see you again, and I'll have you know that I have only ever taken with permission."

Lerec snorted, fingers drumming upon the hilt of his sword, "Permission gained through trickery and favor. What say you if I do not feel up to your games? That instead my sword slips and I perhaps say that in my opinion you seemed like a threat upon our domain?"

Layne continued to smile though she cursed to herself. Technicalities were nasty little things meant to break rules, of course she knew that he could never resist a deal, and the urge to worm his way out of it. Fishing through her satchel she pulled out a flask of glowing red and purple liquid speaking quickly, "What if I say that I have something that you would desire, a spiced wine imbued with magic and frost, you're always so thirsty out here right? You're never allowed to leave after all, even for a few seconds."

Lerec stayed quiet, but his fingers moved from his sword to grab at the goatee hanging off his chin, his eyes focused on the flask in her hand"Well...I suppose I could let you in for that and pretend that you were a friend visiting. I rarely get to entertain guests."

With a happy skip she presented the flask to the Caprak who gratefully took it, uncorking the thing to take a steady drink. Being the guest meant that no harm would come to her and to top it off she had gained the permission of the guardian to enter the circle. Sauntering over to the circle she delicately put one foot in and stepped inside, eyes closed as suddenly the world spun and swirled in various ways. When she brought her other foot inside she opened her eyes and she was in another world. This particular fae circle brought her into a similar forest except it was bright with floating wisps of various colors and she now stood in front of a large fountain made from an old stump, vines and leaves coiling all around. From each leaf where the water spilled into the circle, small tear drop crystals formed. Her eyes practically twinkled as she spotted them, leaning forward to snap a few off and place them in her satchel. She hummed happily to herself as she made her harvest, very careful not to actually step out of the circle with the intent of staying in this world. Permissions were funny and she figured that she only had permission to where the circle led, and nowhere else. Once she was finished with her little harvest she closed her eyes and took a step outside of the circle with the desire to return home, the world shifting and twisting in various ways again until she was back in her own world safe and sound.

Satchel jingling with the little gems she smiled and began walking before coming face to face with Lerec's massive sword stabbed into the ground before her, her tail puffed and sticking straight up. Looking up she met the Caprak's deep black eyes and cleared her throat, "Ah...I had permission didn't I?"

Lerec grinned, hand upon his sword as he chortled, "Of course you did...But you are also guest of mine, and dear guest, it would be rude to leave without receiving my hospitality and rude to leave without first sitting with me to have a nice conversation. Perhaps I will tell you the tales of my youth, or perhaps maybe I'll sing songs of my brothers who I have not seen in so long."

Layne's ears fell back, technicalities and fae were devils in disguise. Being rude would mean insulting his honor, which meant by all rights he could challenge Layne to a duel, so while she was within her rights to be treated kindly and given safe passage, she was also compelled to be a good guest and not insult her host and accept her host's gracious hospitality. Now, her own kind weren't exactly short-lived creatures, but compared to the practically immortal Caprak, she'd be rotting in no time, at the same time she had a store to run, no time to waste sitting here chatting with an old fae.

Eyes shifting to the dark passages of the forest, she wondered how much energy she would have to spend on a distraction, but then again she would be angering a creature who would certainly hold a grudge, and possibly bring his family into it. Being blacklisted and marked by fae wasn't the most fun concept, so running and or killing the old goat wasn't an option. While she had been thinking Lerec took a seat just outside of the circle, hand patting the grass next to him, "Come! Sit next to me and we shall talk. I really haven't had a good guest in far too long." Layne sighed and took a seat next to the goat. At the very least she would have a long time to think.

While the Caprak ran his mouth about the origins of his enchanted blade, Layne was lost in thought. He hadn't entertained guests in a long time, that much was probably true. She could smell the spice wine on his breath with every word and thought to herself, how long had he been alone? Even if old Lerec was particular to threatening her and shooing her off when he wasn't in the mood, he always had the time for banter, enough time that would have allowed her to enter the circle and perhaps cause mischief. He had even hatched this little plan to keep her in the forest as her honored guest. The poor dear was lonely. Smiling just a bit she looked up to see that he was laughing and snorting, the conversation shifting to talk of his brothers. Layne decided then to scoot just a bit closer, her chin in hand, her elbow resting upon his thigh as she looked up at him. For a moment he ignored her, but shivered and stopped talking as her other hand began stroking at his thigh idly.

Lerec reached to feel over the tip of one of his horns, snorting as he questioned, "Comfortable?"

Layne nodded a wide smile upon her lips, "Sure am big guy. Perfect position to listen, and to feel."

Again the Caprak snorted, this time turning his head from her. For once since she had been tricked, the ram was quiet, he didn't dare say a single thing. She smiled just a bit and felt further down his thigh to press on with a purr, "Come on Lerec...You didn't trap me here just so you could chat right? You're a man, fae or not, you've got desires. Spice wine couldn't have helped either."

Lerec turned to gaze into her eyes, his own narrowed and wary. A single hand moved to touch at her chin as he sighed, defeated, "Hm, you'd be perfect fairy material."

Taking it as a compliment she leaned to his touch, kissing at the ram's fingers and purring. Lerec himself was quick to melt, his mouth leaning down to try and capture her's, but calmly she pressed a finger against his lips, blue eyes flashing as they met his, "Let's make a deal." she whispered.

With an angry breath Lerec bleated and snorted, but spoke quietly, "Name your price."

Layne smiled, "My freedom, for my body...And for the promise that I'll be back at least once a week with plenty of treats and conversation. I never took the time to realize how lonely it must be out here dear."

Surprise registered upon the Caprak's expression before he smiled, his arms wrapping around her to bring her into a crushing embrace against his chest. Wincing and yelping she coughed, "I take that as a yes dear?"

Lerec snorted and allowed her to sit back upon the soft grass, adjusting her hat a bit as he spoke, "I agree. In return. I do not see why I cannot provide you with a fresh supply of our gems on occasion, but...Try not to abuse that."

Layne's eyes sparkled and she practically squealed as she threw herself into his arms. Making deals with fae could be such a hassle. She would have never expected something so profitable, and all she'd have to do was put out a little and be friendly, a complete win win in profit and pleasure. Stuck in her thoughts she yelped, startled when she felt a groping hand underneath her dress and firmly grasping upon her rear end. Looking she saw Lerec looking back at her with a coy smile. Their deal had been sealed so he was within his right to do whatever he pleased, of course what was the fun in that?

With a small smile she slipped from his hold and brought herself onto his lap, her hand feeling through the cloth that barely covered his crotch, a bulge already thick and ready for her attention. With delicate movements of her digits she slid the cloth off of his cock and leaned to plant a kiss upon it. She continued kissing the shaft until it was fully erect, that massive thing red and twitching, ready for more of her attention. Clasping it with two hands she knew she would be in for some fun with this thing, it wasn't her first with a creature double her size and she always cherished a man that could actually handle her, that is, if he could. Shutting her eyes she brought her tongue from the tip all the way down to the balls, her fingers moving gingerly to stroke his heated member. As her tongue finally graced his black orbs, her nostrils caught his scent. Entirely manly and just a bit sweet, a thick smell that brought warmth to her body. Taking in short breaths she continued to lick, purring as she did so, her fingers pumping that cock faster. Oh yes, he had been lonely, but what she hadn't realized was just how pent up he was. Lerec suddenly jolted to her hands, groaning as his cock twitched violently in her hands. She yelped and squeaked, jumping to her knees as she felt thick globs of cum stain the back of her dress and her hat.

She couldn't believe that he had just ruined her clothes! With a low hiss she slipped out of both, standing there in blue panties, her eyes glaring at Lerec who had apparently found her anger funny. Sighing and smoothing back her ears she moved to straddle his lap, her tail coiling around his still firm cock, her claws sinking into the cloth that covered his chest to slowly meet skin, which ceased his laughter. He looked down at her wincing, his hands moving to feel over Layne's back. Finally he cleared his throat to apologize, "I...should have warned you."

Layne leaned in to brush her lips past his, her fangs sinking into his shoulder firmly causing his body to jolt and his grip to tighten upon her body. She pulled her fangs away in a small spray of crimson, her tongue trailing up his neck and throat before she breathed out warmly as her claws tore into clothing and skin alike, "I'll forgive you dear..."

Lerec, still wincing, grunted in response, his hands trailing down her body until his fingers found her underwear. Looping both thumbs through, he began tugging them down staring down between them as Layne shuffled and moved with a giggle to help him remove her panties. Flicking those off to the side his cock twitched and throbbed against her bare rear, her soft tail coiling and squeezing upon his cock. Layne leaned back, both of her hands feeling his exposed chest through the torn material, her eyes half-lidded, her tongue flicking out to lick at her lips, a motion that stirred demons within the Caprak. For a moment his eyes found Layne's pink cock twitching against his body, but rather than comment his hands moved to grip and squeeze at her plump rear, spreading slowly as he pushed the tip of his cock against her rear. Before he could enter her though, she stopped him with a hiss, "Hold it big fella. Grab my satchel hm? I should have something to make this better for both of us."

With an exasperated huff Lerec reached over to grab at her discarded satchel, ignoring the stolen gems and instead grabbing a small vial of something clear. Looking to her with a raised brow she nodded and took it gingerly from his hands. He waited patiently while she applied the lube to his cock, wincing as suddenly he felt a winter's breeze pass against his cock. The little witch hadn't warned him about the feeling, and yet despite that he was still solid as a rock. Gripping at her rear again he wasted no time in thrusting inside of her, tip first before suddenly pushing a thick portion of his cock inside of her.

Layne moaned out, body trembling. She had expected him to slam on in after her little bite and trick, and thankfully she had prompted for the lube, because even with it her insides were still groaning out in protest as they were stretched wide by the beast of a fae. Her claws dug in against his chest as she began to move her hips in time with his, rolling them around as she felt the full heat of his member inside of her. Rather than only focus on himself, the Caprak gripped at her barbed member, stroking and tugging gently while stuffing her. Grateful for the motion, Layne mewled and purred, glad that he wasn't put off by her body, glad that he seemed more than just a little accepting as he pounded so furiously into her, already she could feel his balls against her own as he slammed his cock deep inside of her, heat and winter frost coursing through her body causing her to shiver and shake. Layne purred and decided to make her situation just that much worse for herself, leaning in to whisper, "Come on quick shot...Surely you can do better than this? Don't tell me that first load wasted you? What a weak host."

That caught Lerec's attention, and his anger. She could see the muscles in his arms tense as he pulled her up slowly only to bring her down hard on his cock, all of it pushing inside of her, stretching her far, her lips parting in a squeal. Both of his hands worked to use her like a cock sleeve, his hand that had been pleasuring her now instead on her rear slapping at it every single time he brought her up. Layne gasped out and groaned, loving the rough treatment, loving the fact she could so easily twist and turn a creature of such power. In fact, if she didn't know better she figured she could have this poor thing eating out of her paw. Purring as she was pounded she began to speak, gasping in between words, "Perhaps...I was wrong. I'll certainly love visiting this once a week."

Though he continued his rough pounding of her rear, his eyes softened and his hand slapping at her rear ceased, instead moving to feel over her arching back. As he moved his hips to thrust to her, she rolled her own to grind and bring his cock further in, her ears drawn back as she moaned, "So good, so powerful, I'm already lusting for our next meeting. Please, please don't hold back love."

At her words Lerec moved his lips to hers, closing her mouth with his own, his tongue pushing against hers in a feral and heated kiss, their bodies pressed firmly against one another as he pounded into her petite form. Again and again he buried his shaft inside of his rear, his thick member twitching and throbbing inside of her, growing hotter and hotter in spite of the cool lube that covered the cock buried deep inside of her. Just then, his orgasm came like a wave, crashing against her inner walls in thick ropes of seed that had her feeling far too full of that hot substance. Groaning out and purring she felt her own orgasm pop off on to his stomach and chest. Panting, mewling and purring at once she figured it was over, but the daring Caprak pulled out of her rear, his hand gripping at his cock with a grunt to spray the remnant of his cum upon her chest and face. Yelping she shut her eyes tight and hissed quietly, far too tired to retort just yet. Sighing she laid against him as he laid back against a tree, her voice coming out harsh, "Normally I wouldn't mind...But a warning would be nice, so do I have permission to wash off in the fairy fountain?"

Lerec blinked and snorted, "Most certainly--" He paused as he felt sharp claws from her toes against his balls. Clearing his throat he realized his mistake and bowed his head, "Most certainly you have my permission." With a huff Layne slid off of the Caprak and grabbed her dress and hat to step back into the fairy circle.

When she returned she was fully clothed again and clean, if not a bit damp. Sighing she dusted her dress off and looked up to see that Lerec was standing there holding out her satchel, panties folded neatly upon the leather thing. With a small smile she took it gingerly and brought the satchel over her shoulder, securing it before slipping her underwear back on snugly, "Thank you...And our deal still stands of course. I'll come back sometime next week, maybe sooner depending on the mood and how busy I am, I've got a shop to run."

The Caprak bowed his head with a chuckle, "Of course. I will for once be looking forward to your visit...And I'll be hoping to arrange a more permanent stay from you."

That drew a look from Layne, brow raised and lip quirked into a small smirk, so he wanted to bring her into the fold? Perhaps even make an honest woman out of her, or bring her into the service of the fae. Either way she had her own plans and in no way did they involve being a fairy bride and so she giggled and turned from him, her tail lifting and flicking dismissively, "Don't get ahead of yourself big guy, you couldn't handle me every day."

As Layne sauntered off with her hips swaying back and forth, Lerec touched his shoulder where she had bitten and snorted feeling the trickle of blood, "Perhaps not." he mused thoughtfully before returning to his post, thoroughly satisfied.