You live once upon a dream

by TJ_The_Kelpie

Summary:

Selkies are beings that can shed their skin and become human.

Kelpies are shapeshifting water spirits that usually take the form of a horse but can be human too.

Notes:

Takes place after Fantastic Beasts meets Pokémon and before Elizabeth: The Lesbian Queen by Duke_The_Bounty_Hunter

Chapter 1: Start

Summary:

The Selkie aka Noella and the Kelpie aka TJ hide out in Bright Fields and Zoe and Rosie are new too

It was a dark and stormy night at Bright Fields and the Selkie and the Kelpie ran to the stables to escape from Gaius (not his real name - real name is unpronounceable in human language). They managed to find an empty stall in the corner and get in - after getting in through a locked door with magic dust.

"We should be safe here," the Kelpie said to the Selkie. "Or we can find a remote part of the sea for you?"

The Selkie shook her head. "We are safe here together. Until Gaius can be gone for good. I wanted to see what humans are like too."

"Ok. Tomorrow morning, we will be undercover and make some friends. If anyone asks for our names, we are Noella and TJ."

"Okay."

They both went to sleep.

The next morning, the Selkie aka Noella and the Kelpie aka TJ woke up to find two boys and two girls - probably teenagers - looking at them with confusion.

"Can we help you?" Noella asked.

"You can explain why you have no clothes," one of the girls sneered.

"They were stolen."

"Somebody stole your clothes?" One of the boys asked.

"Tell us who you are before you ask any more questions."

"I'm Marcus, and these with me are Susie, Mia and Pin," said Marcus.

"Nice to meet you." Noella stood up and the four teens averted their eyes.

"Get some clothes and then get Raven ready," Mia ordered. "The photographer is waiting in the paddock with the others."

She then went off with Susie. Pin went off too. Marcus said goodbye with a smile and came back with clothes for the Selkie.

Once Noella had succeeded in putting the clothes on - and putting a bridle on her friend, she led the Kelpie to the paddock. It was also at the paddock that Noella and TJ met Zoe Phillips the new girl from LA.

However, the Kelpie was not happy with Mia's treatment of him. While the photographer was taking photos, Mia had pulled on the rope. "Stand still, you stupid horse."

"Don't call me stupid horse," the Kelpie said under his breath.

If that wasn't the bad part, there was also the part where Mia got on the Kelpie's back and pulled on the reins.

Vision: If that wasn't the bad part, there was also the part where Mia got on the Kelpie's back and pulled on the reins. 

"Stop pulling him," Zoe said quietly by Pin's side.

"Stop pulling me," the Kelpie said quietly.

Mia pulled on the reins again.

"Stop pulling him," Zoe said quietly by Pin's side.

"I said, stop pulling me!" The Kelpie suddenly shouted.

Everyone at Bright Fields had WTF expressions on their faces.

Noella ran to the Kelpie and grabbed Mia's arm. "If you don't treat my friend right, you will spend a permanent holiday in a lake."

Luckily, Mia was not hurt, but she was baffled when she spotted water weeds and found that she could not get off the Kelpie before he let her go...

Later, before returning home with Rosie, Zoe had been talking to Pin, since she suspected him being associated with the horse thieves, and then she bumped into a young man with curly black hair, which had waterweeds for some peculiar reason (maybe fell in a lake or some other body of water), red lips and cerulean eyes - the Kelpie as Adrian Foote from the film Loch Ness. "Uh, hi?"

The Kelpie turned around. "Oh, hi."

Chapter 2: Gaius's gloat

Summary:

Gaius searches for our protagonists.

Gaius had demon king physiology which meant he was a being of godly power and influence. He could do or be whatever he liked and thought himself unstoppable. He knew well that there was the rest of the Selkies were at the sea so he stole their seal skins.

"Please, give us back our coats," one of them pleaded.

"Not until you tell me where one of your friends are, or I will ensure you can never return here or the sea."

"We don't know," another answered. "And even if we did, we will not tell you."

Gaius bared his teeth, the canines being fangs like Dracula's now. "Very well. You will not return home. I have your seal skins so I command you all."

The sea maidens had no choice.

Back in the area near Bright Fields, Zoe was talking to the Kelpie. "Pin is working with the horse thieves, I think. Some medication from the cabinet is missing. My name is Zoe." Zoe thrust out a hand. "How's it going?"

"TJ." He shook her hand. "Pin, the one who looks angry or something?"

"I guess so. Becky, Jade and I set up cameras to ensure Raven doesn't get taken away."

"Raven?"

"Raven is this black horse I befriended."

It took every ounce of self control for the Kelpie to not blurt out that Mia mistook him for Raven, because the real horse was elsewhere though he said that he'd be back.

"Cool. You can help us find proof."

"Ok."

Neither of them knew that Gaius was watching from a tree, with the other selkies.

Chapter 3: Kindness is free

Summary:

In a little village in France, the Kelpie meets Agathe and meets with Merlin and Hunith in Ealdor

A mummy takes an interest.

Notes:

Beauty and the Beast characters are 2017 portrayals

Agathe, a dirty homeless woman in her thirties, stood holding out a tin and begging for coin. She hadn't any luck yet. Maybe someone will take pity on her.

The Kelpie came with a bundle. "I don't have any money, but here is some bread and cheese and water."

"Thank you for the food and drink," Agathe answered and she sat down to have the food that was given to her. Belle, Maurice's daughter, came to join them with a book she got from the bookshop. "I'm reading about Romeo and Juliet."

"Aren't they the teens who get married and died in a week?"

"Yes." Belle gave a summary of the play. 

Gaston strutted up like a peacock with LeFou tagging behind. "Ah, Belle, you are needing to marry me because you'll be a spinster like Agathe if you don't."

"Hey, LeFou, wouldn't it be better to be married to someone who is also interested in you?" The Kelpie asked.

LeFou silently agreed. Why was Gaston wasting time trying to marry Belle when he could make do with one of the Bimbettes? Gaston had been telling someone to be more ladylike, judging someone for not fitting into stereotypes of femininity such as by being caring or submissive, making inappropriate comments about someone’s appearance, talking down to someone based on assumptions about their gender, engaging in unwanted sexual attention or touching and justifying sexist behavior by saying “boys will be boys”. "Gaston, why don't we go to the tavern and make sure that no one is taking the mounted animal heads that you have on your wall?"

"What? Is someone taking the mounted animal heads? We need to stop them. I'll see you soon, Belle."

Gaston and LeFou hurried off. Belle sighed in relief. Philippe returned without Maurice. Belle grew concerned. "Where's Papa?" She asked the horse.

Philippe looked over his shoulder several times. Belle climbed onto his back. "Take me to Papa."

The Kelpie followed, in horse form, after bidding Agathe farewell. He somehow ran into Merlin and Hunith in Ealdor. "What's up, guys?"

A mummy took an interest in the Kelpie. So did another. They were Imhotep and Ahmanet.

Chapter 4: Discoveries

Summary:

There's much to discover on the island and Bright Fields Stables goes against Holloway Stables

At Bright Fields Stables, Zoe and Rosie and their friends were getting ready for the nationals. Mia was saying how they needed to defeat Holloway their rival riding school and everyone cheered.

Noella and the Kelpie were standing in the back and listened also. "We may need to get the others, just in case danger decided to strike at them."

"Yes. Will your brother Noel attend?" The Kelpie asked.

Noella nodded. The phone went ping and Noella checked the screen. "Florence said that everyone else will be watching at the stands."

"Ok."

To get to the event, everyone took a coach, while the horses were loaded into the trailers. They got to the show jumping arena.

Holloway Stables members were there - Gaby, Callum, Alex and some others. "You're so going down!" Callum taunted.

"If we go down, you're coming with us," Mia declared, fuming that the scumbag had been dating Susie and was going to cheat on her but Mia had exposed Callum. "This is war."

"We're gonna destroy you at junior nationals."

"Not if we destroy you first." Noella and the Kelpie had joined Mia and stood by her side. "We have something you don't."

"What's that?"

"Spirit."

The Kelpie laughed. Noel, Noella's brother, tapped him on the shoulder. The Kelpie turned around and saw him. "Hey, Noel. How are things? Have the others arrived?"

"Yeah, man. They're with the humans on the seats."

Noella and the Kelpie followed Noel and saw sitting in the rows near Zoe's mum and Mia's dad: Mabel and Emily, Dean and Olga, Florence and Harrison, Duncan and Cinderella, Reagan and Keitha and Ashton and Gretel.

Florence, instead of her usual disguise, was disguised as a blonde bearded man, Ashton was a teen boy with dirty blond hair, Reagan was a brunette teen boy, Duncan was an African American woman with blonde curly hair and Dean aka Seamus was Halbrand from the Rings of Power.

"Are you asking me to stay away from Zoe?" Pin asked Marcus.

"Maybe it'll be better if you did," Marcus answered.

Zoe, Jade and Becky remembered when they and the others broke in the Holloway Stables to retrieve the cup and Pin on his horse Elvis with Dean aka Seamus the Kelpie volunteered to distract Callum and Alex who were also on horseback.

"Do you think Bellinor would make an appearance?" Noel asked Duncan.

"I'm more concerned about his mother," Duncan answered. "At least she is not like the vegan teacher and her cult."

J, a friend of the Kelpie, wearing a blue checkered shirt, black hoop earrings and had brown hair reach base of the neck, dropped by to say that Bellinor's mother was nearby.

Florence and Harrison and the others were giving looks of surprise.

Chapter 5: Pin is the duke of the island!

Summary:

Pin discovers his heritage.

AU of Pin also getting together with someone else instead of Zoe Phillips.

Gaius watched Pin like a hawk. The boy was handsome: bright blue eyes, short light brown hair swept to the side. His lips were even and just slightly pouty. And pink... a very nice shade of pink.

Gaius smirked. He decided to do like Zeus/Jupiter. Known for his many disguises, Jupiter decides to pull “a good one” and morph into the resemblance of the object of Callisto’s veneration, the goddess Diana. When Zeus saw Callisto, he immediately fell in love with her beauty. As was his custom, he tried to seduce her, but to no avail. Therefore, he took the form of the god Apollo, twin brother of Artemis, and, with deviousness and cunning, he achieved his purpose.

Pin was riding on Elvis when his parents asked him to come back home and told him some important news.

"What important news?" Pin questioned.

"Pin, you're duke of the island!" His mother exclaimed. She showed the evidence as a family tree where Pin saw that he was a descendant of a duke. 

"Congrats, son!" added his father.

Pin hurried on Elvis to see his friends at Bright Fields Stables and they threw a party to celebrate.

AU of Pin and the Kelpie: Pin was riding on Elvis and he got lost in the forest. He didn't have his phone so he could not call for help. "Oh, well, Elvis, it looks like we will have to wait until morning to carry on with the journey."

Elvis snorted in agreement. He nickered to tell his rider that someone had joined them. They were joined by a beautiful tall young redhead woman in a long green dress. 

"Are you lost? What's your name?"

"Yes. I'm Pin and this is Elvis."

The woman, Layla, or rather the Kelpie for that was who it was, beamed. "You’re lovely, my dear, but I want you to come to me willingly." She beckoned him and Pin dismounted and walked over to her.

He captured her lips, his tongue found every crevice within her mouth and memorised it. He kissed her with passion, memorising her taste, the way she moved her tongue in time with his, and the way her feet rubbed his ankles.

Fake Layla started to grind her hips against Pin. "I can help you out. You'll find me a helpful friend."

Pin threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as he succumbed to a blissful orgasm. He opened his eyes, getting his breath back. "Okie dokie."

The Kelpie found some ID of Pin's and it showed that Pin's name was Peter.

Chapter 6: Lucifer Vs Gaius!

Summary:

Gaius stumbles upon Lucifer and they decide to wreak havoc in their own way.

Gaius decided to put his pene - and plan - into action. He located Bellinor and his mother. "I thought I would find the two of you here."

Bellinor's mother was disguised as a sexy blonde woman with a black dress. Bellinor was disguised as a man wearing a shirt with the top three buttons undone and shoulder length blond hair. "Gaius, you should know, there's one stronger than you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Gaius turned into Chess and skulked off to find and destroy whoever it was. He trekked until he came across rocky terrain. He heard people talking.

"Welcome to my tower, Lúthien," a voice said mockingly. "Or should I say, your highness? Of what avail do you deem your babbling song? I hear you singing, and yet it cannot harm me. Why have you come? To sing to me? Or have you perhaps come to see my dungeons?"

Lúthien took off her cloak and answered, "I am here to see your fall!"

"My Master is dying to meet you, and you have come to me! I am honoured." Those words gave her a chill. That was when Sauron sprang at her.

She let out a cry as his weight crushed her, but Lúthien had expected it. What she did not expect was the stench.

His body reeked of blood, sweat, and earth. She could feel and smell his hot breath upon her face, fouler than anything she had ever smelled before. His eyes were upon hers, burning ever brighter, and they seemed to scorch her very flesh.

Dizzying, she whispered two words, "Sweet dreams," and swooned, but not before she had cast a fold of her enchanted cloak over his head.

Gaius saw through the disguise. It wasn't Lúthien Tinúviel but rather Catherine Lisolar (how could people mistake the two women for each other) and she was with a woman in the 20s age range and had dark hair and wore casual. "Your Highness," he said to himself, "why go here when there's danger? Why not stay home?" He turned and saw four beast wolves surrounding him. Next thing he was brought to the two women.

"You must be Gaius. I've heard so much about you."

"Charmed, I'm sure." Gaius smirked. "There's something about you."

"Oh, this." Black smoke came out of Catherine and her friend Rowena, and then formed itself into a brawny shirtless man in jeans and long red hair reaching his elbows. "Let's take over the world."

The Kelpie, who had been watching from afar, ran back to Bright Fields Stables to tell Noella and the others, and Merlin too.

Chapter 7: Charm you, not alarm you

Summary:

Matvey flees before he gets his draft notice for conscription and starts a new life in England.

Matvey was unable to believe what he heard, after speaking with Babushka (grandmother). He'd have to leave Russia and his family behind. Stupid war and stupid government! Not only that, the law had been changed so the conscription age was up to thirty and that it would be almost impossible to leave once one got the draft notice.

He did what anyone else would, given the chance. He fled, travelling light, taking only his passport, a visa, his phone, some rubles (he had exchanged some for US dollars at the bank) and small valuables. Since it'd be likely that Russian airlines would not be able to touch English soil, he turned into a bald eagle and flew, relying on the wind and air currents. He turned back into himself when he landed and when no one was watching.

What do I do now and will I get deported, Matvey thought. I can't go back now. I won't return to a place where its leader sacrifices its citizens like livestock and protesters being arrested in the streets by police.

Emily and the Kelpie were on their way to the Cosy so they saw Matvey looking lost and took him with them. They went to the hub through the Cosy.

Then Matvey saw the flags.

Ukrainian flags. This was a hub for Ukrainian people, and he was not Ukrainian. On the other hand, he was peckish so he got a bowl and was doled some soup and took a piece of bread. Then he went to sit at an empty table. Emily and the Kelpie joined him.

"Ya chustvyu grustno," Matvey told Emily and Emily translated to the Kelpie that Matvey felt sad.

"Pochemu?" Emily asked.

"Ya chustvyu grustno potomu chto ya lyublyu svyu sem'yu, no eto voyna."

The Kelpie looked at the translation on the phone on the translator app. I'm sad because I love my family, but this is war.

Emily nodded and went to resume with the knitting of another scarf.

"What are you knitting?" Matvey asked in Russian.

"I'm knitting a scarf. I love scarves," Emily answered in Russian.

"Do you like scarves?" Matvey asked the Kelpie in Russian. Emily translated. The Kelpie nodded and showed the one he was wearing.

Irina, the person in charge of the hub, had red lipstick, red dress with leopard print, ring and black belt, and blond shoulder length hair. She helped Matvey with his enquiry of getting a new SIM card for his phone and to change the dollars to GBP pounds, in Russian. Emily was relieved that Matvey was able get what he needed. She and the Kelpie left at 2 o'clock and Matvey did too. The trio decided to keep in touch with each other and went their separate ways.

Matvey had lunch at McDonald's and then looked around the shops - the 108.70 dollars he converted to pound sterling was £86. Then it was getting dark and he needed to find accommodation. He stumbled upon a beautiful nude blonde Russian woman. "Kak vas zovut?"

"Natasha. A vy?"

"Matvey."

"Ochen' priyatna."

"Ochen' priyatna."

They shook hands. They had the following conversation in Russian:

Matvey: Why are you not wearing clothes?

Natasha: I didn't feel like wearing any, and I have something to put on in case the cops turn up. Do you need somewhere to stay?

Matvey: Yes, please. Would you mind if I borrow your face for something?

Natasha: As long as you won't use my face to commit crimes.

Matvey nodded and accompanied Natasha to her house. He put the belongings he took with him on the coffee table and went to Nat. 

After gaining her consent, his hands explored her body as they kissed passionately. He began exploring her body with his mouth, now pushing her down onto the table, and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and over her soft breasts and then down her stomach continuing down and down...

In the end, Matvey and Natasha agreed that it would be safe to return when evil incarnate Putin was not in power. Matvey also met someone called Gracie Milward and Graham Meyers.

Chapter 8: When Gracie met Matvey

Summary:

AU of Charm you, but with Gracie and Matvey

Emily and the Kelpie were on their way to the Cosy so they saw Matvey looking lost and took him with them. They went to the hub through the Cosy.

Then Matvey saw the flags. Blue on top and yellow on the bottom.

Ukrainian flags. This was a hub for Ukrainian people, and he was not Ukrainian. On the other hand, he was peckish so he got a bowl and was doled some soup and took a piece of bread. Then he went to sit at an empty table. Emily and the Kelpie joined him.

"Ya chustvyu grustno," Matvey told Emily and Emily translated to the Kelpie that Matvey felt sad.

"Pochemu?" Emily asked.

"Ya chustvyu grustno potomu chto ya lyublyu svyu sem'yu, no eto voyna."

The Kelpie looked at the translation on the phone on the translator app that the microphone had picked up. I'm sad because I love my family, but this is war.

Emily nodded and went to resume with the knitting of another scarf.

"What are you knitting?" Matvey asked in Russian.

"I'm knitting a scarf. I love scarves," Emily answered in Russian.

"Do you like scarves?" Matvey asked the Kelpie in Russian. Emily translated. The Kelpie nodded and showed the one he was wearing.

Irina, the person in charge of the hub, had red lipstick, red dress with leopard print, ring and black belt, and blond shoulder length hair.

Emily waited for a brief silence before speaking since Irina was talking to someone else. "Irina?"

"Yes?" Irina turned around.

"This gentleman needs your help with the SIM card and converting dollars to pounds sterling," the Kelpie said.

Irina helped Matvey with his enquiry of getting a new SIM card for his phone and to change the dollars to GBP pounds, in Russian. Emily was relieved that Matvey was able get what he needed. She and the Kelpie left at 2 o'clock and Matvey did too. The trio decided to keep in touch with each other and went their separate ways.

Matvey had lunch at McDonald's and then looked around the shops - the 108.70 dollars he converted to pound sterling was £86. Then it was getting dark and he needed to find accommodation. He stumbled upon the poor side of town.

A woman named Malvada asked him if he needed help, in English.

"Ya ne govoryu po-angliski," Matvey said. I don't speak English.

Another woman, Gracie, came to his aid. She asked in Russian if he needed help.

Matvey nodded. Malvada looked at him up and down before telling Gracie that she'll leave the two of them be before leaving.

Gracie and Matvey had the following conversation in Russian:

Gracie: I'm Gracie. What's your name?

Matvey: Matvey. You speak Russian well. Did you study?

Gracie: Well, I think it was two years. I did it online at the library and took notes. Would you like to come over for some blinis? And tomorrow I can get a bilingual Russian/English dictionary at Waterstones for you if you want.

Matvey: Thank you.

The two went to the place where Gracie lived - a council estate that looked like it was going to crash into bits. Gracie told him in Russian that he was in safe hands, and that she was not a gold-digger. Matvey stayed the night on the sofa, while Gracie shared a bedroom with her sister and parents.

Gracie and Matvey met up for a night of passion. She kissed him deeply, flicking her tongue with his. With her consent, Matvey lowered his head to her neck, kissing it lower until he reached her breasts, having lifted her T-shirt and lowered her bra, where he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, as he put a finger in her core through the trousers and knickers, curling up against the inner walls, making her wet for him.

"This is why I enjoy the female form sometimes," he said in Russian.

Gracie responded in kind. "What do you mean by that?"

Matvey turned her around and kissed the back of her neck and back and to the small of the back, still fingering down there. He spoke more Russian. "I can shape change. I read somewhere that females can get more orgasms."

"Sure. What will you do - Oh!" Gracie exclaimed as Matvey moved his head to the place between her legs and licked and sucked her core. She entangled her fingers in his hair and pushed him closer. She arched into him and screamed his name as an orgasm overtook her. She pulled him up and kissed him. 

Chapter 9: Stand My Ground and Ambition is Evil

Summary:

Everyone stands up to tyranny and the meh moments of politics. That and how a non-Russian became president of Russia mysteriously

Gracie Milward gets together with Matvey Besedin and Graham Meyers is with Natasha Solovyov

Thomas Cromwell was with his family - Margaret, Grace and TJ Cromwell - Anya with Theo, Peter Fleming and Clara Thomas, Macbeth from Macbeth on the estate and Lady Macbeth. The Kelpie ran to hug them. "There's not much time."

Gracie Milward and Graham Meyers with Natasha and Matvey turned up too. "They're here."

Beast wolves, like the ones from the Life of Wolf 2014 game, turned up. They were ghastly looking, the boss beast wolf was just as ghastly as the subordinates - and bigger too.

"Guys, it was nice knowing you," Emily said. "Beast wolves, fly high for your end is nigh! Together!"

Everyone stood their ground. If they went down, they went down fighting for their beliefs.

There was a mocking laugh and the one who everyone derided as Vladolf Putler made himself known. Emily shuddered. Finding out that he was president (again until 2030) was like the time she found out that Trump was president of the US in 2017 and her response was for her to say to her brother to tell her it was a dream.

Vladolf Putler said something to the Beast Wolves and they heeled him like dogs. He then grabbed Emily and then whisked them away to a different part of the hunting area but still the same place.

They had the following conversation in Russian:

Emily: What do you want?

'Putin': You're going to be president of Russia now.

Emily: What Rats Won't Do. What? I am not a Russian citizen and I don't have any ambition to go into politics. I'd say ask Navalny but everyone is under the impression that you killed him. I thought you wanted the political power. Wouldn't the other members be meh?

'Putin': I have spoken to my staff about this. It would be handled perfectly. Also Navalny is still alive.

Emily wondered if there was some truth to what she heard. She met with the other people who 'Putin' worked with, and they seemed ok, though Emily wondered if they would be meh at having a non-Russian, under 35 years of age and inexperienced in politics girl as president. 

While Emily was listening to the coworkers, and giving the occasional nod, she spotted Lord Gwyn. She raised a hand. "Izvinite, Sergei Ivanovich." She went to Gwyn. "My Lord Waters."

Gwyn stopped time with a mutter of some words. "Tell me, have you ever been with a man?"

"If you mean romantically involved with one, no."

"Very well." He lowered his head to her neck, kissing it lower until he lifted her t-shirt and lowered her bra and reached her breasts where he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled.

Moaning, Emily arched into him. "What are you doing? Someone could see us."

"Getting you prepared. I've locked the door." Gwyn pulled his mouth away from her breast and put his pene near her mouth. "Suck me."

She took him in her mouth, trying out different ways of sucking and licking. Gwyn groaned out a praise. Before he came, he pulled out and pushed himself inside her vagina.

Each well timed thrust sent a jolt of pleasure in them. When Emily climaxed, so did Gwyn, who then pulled out after having his fill. She later saw her friends and Gracie Milward got together with Matvey Besedin and Graham Meyers was with Natasha Solovyov.

Merlin/the Kelpie: Merlin was in the forest, gathering herbs for the court physician Gaius when he heard calls for help. He hurried over to the source, wasting no time, and saw bandits crowding around a beautiful young maiden who was trembling. "Stop!"

The bandits went to Merlin. "Stay out of this, it doesn't concern you. You're just a boy. Where's your sword?" The leader asked.

"I don't need a sword," Merlin said and he thrust out a hand, blue eyes flashed gold briefly, and the bandits flew backwards from him. He went over to the woman. "Are you alright?"

The woman - the Kelpie disguised - shook her head and flinched as if Merlin had brandished a whip.

"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. Hi." Merlin held out a hand. "I'm Merlin."

"Lynn." The Kelpie shook his hand. "So, you live here like the druids?"

"Me? Oh, no. I'm staying in Camelot."

"Really?"

"Yeah." The young warlock said that Uther was king and he hated magic, but maybe when Arthur became king the ban would be lifted.

Another day at the same time, Merlin and the Kelpie met up in the forest again. Merlin did his magic in front of the Kelpie such as conjuring a red rose - the Kelpie remembered Thoron said that red roses were romantic hence why they were used on Valentine's Day - and the Kelpie turned into a horse and Arthur and then the maiden guise he was earlier when he first met Merlin.

"You’re lovely, my dear, but I want you to come to me willingly." She beckoned him and Merlin walked over to her.

He captured her lips, his tongue found every crevice within her mouth and memorised it. He kissed her with passion, memorising her taste, the way she moved her tongue in time with his, and the way her feet rubbed his ankles.

The Kelpie started to grind her hips against Merlin. "I can help you out. You'll find me a helpful friend."

Merlin threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as he succumbed to a blissful orgasm. He opened his eyes, getting his breath back.

The Kelpie placed a kiss on Merlin's hand. "I won't forget you. Unless, you wish to accompany me?" She then agreed to stay with him, as long as he didn't get distracted from his duties.

Merlin smiled. 

Chapter 10: Of Gwyn and the rise to power

Summary:

How Gwyn rose to power and the Kelpie crossing paths with him.

A long time ago, sort of in 1980, a young fella by the name of Gwyn was busy studying when his father told him that he had arranged a meeting between him and the Duskwood family - in this case one of the daughters.

Gwyn agreed, on the condition that he got to travel first, and he did. He took a plane to Germany - with a dictionary - and met someone called Greta who showed him around. Greta - blond, dressed like a cosplayer from the renaissance fair - nodded after learning about Gwyn's situation, and taught him the other basics of German phrases and ... how to be a good lover. She led him to her house and her bedroom where a beautiful mature blonde sitting nude in bed was waiting for them.

"Oh, Gwyn, this is my friend and mentor Ivanna," Greta said. 

Ivanna went into the next room. Another time, Gwyn pulled out the tricks he learnt from Greta his mentor. He lowered his head to her neck, kissing it lower until he reached her breasts where he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled.

Moaning, Greta arched into him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you prepared." Gwyn pulled his mouth away from her breast and put his pene near her mouth. "Suck me."

She took him in her mouth, trying out different ways of sucking and licking. Gwyn groaned out a praise. "Danke."

After his trip in Germany gaining new experience and connections through networking, Gwyn returned to England and married Elara Duskwood, a curvy young redhead woman with blue and purple lingerie. She got the money and Gwyn got the title of earl.

That night, Gwyn came to Elara. "You know, liebling, I want you to be satisfied in so many ways." He got her consent to touch anywhere he liked. He started with lightly nibbling on the neck. "The staff will tend to every need of yours, except the bedroom ones. I will see to those."

"Oui, mon papillon." Just as Gwyn learnt German phrases, Elara Duskwood learnt French. Elara took him in her mouth, trying out different ways of sucking and licking. Gwyn groaned out a praise.

Before he came, he pulled out and pushed himself inside her vagina. He held back from thrusting, wanting to get used to the feeling of being in her warmth. He French kissed her, entwining his tongue with hers.

In later time, they had four children - Torin, Corin, Deegan and Annika. Elara Duskwood said that she would assist Gwyn with rising to the top.

Elara did help him rise to the top, with ensuring that Corin, Torin and Deegan married princesses, queens and empresses, though they would be prince consort for the first two.

Then tragedy came. Gwyn had been on a trip and then returned to learn from Greta that Elara had been kidnapped. He got a bowl of water, waved a hand and it rippled before showing him the situation.

Elara had been video calling her brother and there was a knock on the door. She went to check by the window. Then the door opened.

"Back to my house, my darling. You do know that no male will ever love you the way I do right?" It was the woman who Elara had seen once in the supermarket, but how did she get the address? Had she been following them?

Elara glared. "I'm not in love with you. Leave immediately before I call the cops."

The woman muttered a dark spell and Elara collapsed and clutched her chest. Elara did a spell of her own before she spoke no more.

The woman cackled and then teleported them somewhere else and revealed herself to be a necrophilia by having sex with the dead body.

Gwyn punched the water. That psycho lesbian was going to pay for kidnapping and murdering his wife. Gwyn utilised water teleportation to transport himself and hurried to where his wife's murderer was located. "Where's my wife, you bitch?!"

"Dead, which is what she deserves."

Gwyn clenched his fists. He muttered a spell and Elara's murderer's heart stopped and the psycho lesbian fell over dead. He then found Elara's body and gave a quiet funeral and burial. He didn't leave the house in some weeks.

Then one day, Gwyn had been busy with housework and went to bed only to find a tall, pretty young redhead woman lying nude in bed under a duvet cover. "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"

"Oh." The stranger - the Kelpie in disguise - got out of bed and strode over. "I'm a friend of Elara's. She is beautiful and brave for not surrendering to that woman. She gave a lot back to the community."

"Yes, she had." Gwyn poured his heart out to the Kelpie. He said he was an earl.

The Kelpie bowed. Then he left, but Gwyn stopped him. "Stay, please. I don't want to be alone."

The Kelpie stayed for as long as Gwyn wanted him to. 

Scheming parents paraded their beautiful young daughters before a king or prince in the hope she'd be picked as a wife. Gwyn was one such person and he was hoping that his daughter Annika would marry the prince. Then she would have a son who would be king. It would be a win-win situation for Gwyn.

Just like Thomas Boleyn (The Tudors), Gwyn would use any means to achieve his goals. Especially bribing people to look the other way. He had decided to get rid of some people who were getting in his way of ambition.

Antoinette was one such person. She had also been competing to marry either the king or the prince, egged on by her mother no doubt. Antoinette was riding in the forest and she stopped to get a drink. She dismounted and knelt by the water and cupped her hands to scoop the water but then Gwyn burst out of the water - the water made him invisible - and pulled her underneath.

Antoinette fought against him and tried to climb out of the water but she couldn't. "What do you want?"

Gwyn snickered and waved a hand so they could breathe underwater. "You're not going to compete with my daughter in marrying the king or I will destroy your family. Understand?"

"Yes, Lord Gwyn." Antoinette nodded submissively.

Gwyn surfaced the both of them and took them out of the water and their wet clothes. "I know how we could get dry. But tell me, have you ever been with a man?"

"If you mean romantically involved with one, no."

"Very well." He lowered his head to her neck, kissing it lower until he reached her breasts where he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled.

Moaning, Antoinette arched into him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you prepared." Gwyn pulled his mouth away from her breast and put his pene near her mouth. "Suck me."

She took him in her mouth, trying out different ways of sucking and licking. Gwyn groaned out a praise. Before he came, he pulled out and pushed himself inside her vagina.

Each well timed thrust sent a jolt of pleasure in them. When Antoinette climaxed, so did Gwyn who then pulled out after having his fill. Gwyn got a dagger and cut off a lock of her hair. Then he ate it and became an exact copy of Antoinette.

Antoinette agreed to marry the king - of another kingdom - and stayed out of Gwyn's way.

Annika married the prince and Gwyn - as himself - remarried to a shapely Ghanian woman named Seraphina Silverlake.

Gwyn felt like he was on top of the world.

Chapter 11: Paola Rossi and the Each Uisge

Summary:

Paola Rossi starts a new life in England from Orvieto and encounters the most dangerous water horse of Scotland - the Each Uisge.

Paola Rossi knew what she was doing when she went to England from Orvieto in Italy. She had used a teleportation potion to save time and money than buying plane tickets and booking seats and other complications. She knew that it would take time for her to be a successful woman in the same level as JK Rowling, so she went around looking for employment in retail as a stepping stone, but it wasn't easy as she didn't understand English, so she said a spell that would allow her to hear everything in Italian and whatever she said in the local language.

Then Paola seemed to have struck luck when she saw that a tavern named The Dark Swan Tavern was hiring tavern maidens and she applied.

It was when she was on her way home that some woman was squiffy and hitting on Paola but the Italian said no.

"Shut up woman!" The psycho lesbian exclaimed, exasperated. She grabbed Paola's hand, and pulled her into a manor and then upstairs. Then threw her on the bed. "How about I knock the savage out of you, and you bare me English kids?"

Paola was shocked and scared. 

The psycho lesbian crawled on Paola, and begin to rip her bodice as she hitched her skirt up.

"No!" Paola was frightened. This was violent. 

This woman was kissing her neck, and putting her hand up her skirt. She had pulled Paola's bodice off until her brasserie was only visible. She tried to unhook her brasserie; when Paola took control of herself.

"Chi cazzo credi di essere?!" She swiftly kicked the jerk between the legs who kneeled over in pain. Then holding her clothes to her body, Paola ran out of the room, and out of the manor and into a car that she had magicked up while talking to her nonna after she found a safe place to pull over.

However, she got an interview for the role and then an email saying that she was successful.

The Each Uisge went to the tavern some days later and there were women wearing dresses that showed cleavage. Tavern maidens, Noel the brother of Noella the selkie had told the Each Uisge.

One of them, a redhead and wearing boots with heels - Paola Rossi - came up to him. "Can I get you anything?"

"Just some water, please," the Each Uisge answered.

The woman nodded. "Of course." She fetched a glass with a bottle. "Enjoy."

He thanked the woman and poured the water into the glass and then took a sip. Since the Each Uisge didn't have money, he used a pearl as payment. He introduced himself as Nazar and she said she was Paola.

She took him to her house. The Each Uisge then noticed a poster of a couple in front of a block of flats. He then turned into the bloke.

Paola told the Each Uisge that the couple in the poster were Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. She said, in Italian but the Each Uisge heard it in English, that she could teach him something before she shifted shape into a nude Ukrainian woman sitting on the floor, a pretty redheaded woman in a gray sweater, a beautiful young Asian woman in a white faux fur, a beautiful tall blonde standing nude in deep shadow, and a beautiful statuesque blonde woman topless in black panties. "See anyone you like?" She asked in Italian.

The Each Uisge nodded. "Yourself." He said to himself quietly in Scottish Gaelic that he could teach Paola Rossi things too.

As herself, Paola led him upstairs to her room. The Each Uisge tackled Paola onto the bed. "Paola, I just want you to know that there are some things you should know about me."

"What? Argh!" Paola let out a moan as the Each Uisge kissed her neck. She muttered a spell in Italian and the Each Uisge was wearing nothing. "Oh, my. You are just divine and I think I will love every bit about you."

"Thank you, Paola. Not even the goddess Venus could compare to you. There's a society where most authority figures are women but powerful men are not unheard of." He placed more kisses.

Paola closed her eyes as she was consumed by pleasure. "I could let you stay as an equal. I will." Then with eyes open she rolled them over so she was on top and the Each Uisge was on his back. "Listen carefully." She started to grind her hips against the Each Uisge's dick. "You are a handsome man. You'll find me a helpful friend."

The Each Uisge threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as he succumbed to a blissful orgasm. He opened his eyes, getting his breath back. "I think we understand each other." He pulled Paola down onto him and kissed her.

Chapter 12: Gaius's gloat 2

Summary:

Gaius gloats again in the next evil agenda

Paola closed her eyes as she was consumed by pleasure. "I could let you stay as an equal. I will." Then with eyes open she rolled them over so she was on top and the Each Uisge was on his back. "Listen carefully." She started to grind her hips against the Each Uisge's dick. "You are a handsome man. You'll find me a helpful friend."

The Each Uisge threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as he succumbed to a blissful orgasm. He opened his eyes, getting his breath back. "I think we understand each other." He pulled Paola down onto him and kissed her.

Paola let out a moan. She could get used to this. But what the Each Uisge and Paola didn't know was that they were being spied on by Gaius.

Gaius, who was residing in a Roman villa, had the selkies separated from their seal skins in different rooms, and was in a Roman bath. "Ah, that's the life." He felt himself shift form into a great white shark. He swum about for a bit before emerging from the water as a brown bear.

Someone cleared their throat. Bear Gaius turned and saw a beautiful tall blonde standing nude in deep shadow. "How's the Ukrainian?"

"Oh, her," the blonde woman scoffed, "once she gets a taste of you, she'll never want to leave." She snapped her fingers and then a nude Ukrainian woman was dragged while kneeling on the floor.

The Ukrainian cursed in Ukrainian. Gaius laughed. "Oh, you Eastern Europeans can curse up a storm but it won't affect me." Gaius, with a paw, pushed the woman so she was lying on her stomach. "I think you will enjoy this."

He nosed her slit before pushing his nose in. The Ukrainian gasped both in shock and eagerness. This felt so wrong and yet so right. 

The blonde woman watched as 'Gaius' partner' got turned over and being shagged by Gaius as a bear. Then the brunette woman was laid on a sofa. "What do we do with her?"

"Send her back to her room. We'll use her later." Gaius laughed and slapped a paw on the table and a big pile of fish appeared to which he then devoured.

The blonde woman waved at the Ukrainian woman who was teleported back to her room.

"And now..." Gaius turned into the form of smoke and drifted out of the window to where Emily was alone. He shifted shape to his 'namesake'. "I've been looking for you. You were difficult to find."

"Oh, really?" Emily turned and ran but Gaius literally stretched his hand out and grasped her shoulder. "What do you want? Do you work for Gwyn?"

"No. I don't work for Gwyn." The daemonium deus snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply and hungrily while his tongue and hers flicking through her mouth. He entwined his fingers with hers as he had her back against a wall and cornered. "I will myself to my own designs." He magicked off his armour and clothing and sandals and, like Stitch, protracted two hands and arms from his sides to fondle under Emily's t-shirt and pet the boobs and harden the nipples. 

Emily moaned in the kiss. This felt so wrong and yet so hot. "You haven't answered my question for what do you want?"

Gaius answered in Emily's voice. "To show you I can fuck you better than Gwyn. You'll be so sexually satisfied that you will see stars and you will think of me only." He lifted a foot to the waistband of Emily's leggings and, having turned the foot into a hand, tugged it down and off before turning the hand back to the foot and putting it down. Next thing, he put a hand in the panties and fingered down there to get her wet and willing for him. He tugged off the panties and pushed himself inside her vagina. He managed to get Emily sexually satisfied that she was left breathless before he pulled out of her and then possessed her.

Gracie Milward got together with Matvey Besedin and Graham Meyers was with Natasha Solovyov.

Gracie Milward and Matvey Besedin: Gracie and Matvey met up for a night of passion. She kissed him deeply, flicking her tongue with his. With her consent, Matvey lowered his head to her neck, kissing it lower until he reached her breasts, having lifted her T-shirt and lowered her bra, where he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, as he put a finger in her core through her trousers and knickers, curling up against the inner walls, making her wet for him.

"This is why I enjoy the female form sometimes," he said in Russian.

Gracie responded in kind. "What do you mean by that?"

Matvey turned her around and kissed the back of her neck and back and to the small of the back, still fingering down there. He spoke more Russian. "I can shape change. I read somewhere that females can get more orgasms."

"Sure. What will you do - Oh!" Gracie exclaimed as Matvey moved his head to the place between her legs and licked and sucked her core. She entangled her fingers in his hair and pushed him closer. He even fingered down there at the same time. She arched into him and screamed his name as an orgasm overtook her. She pulled him up and kissed him. 

Natasha Solovyova and Graham Meyers: After gaining her consent, his hands explored her body as they kissed passionately. He began exploring her body with his mouth, now pushing her down onto the table, and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and over her soft breasts and then down her stomach continuing down and down...

Chapter 13: The Trek into Darkness

Summary:

AU: dealing with the after effects of Gaius

Emily sighed as she read another email saying that she didn't get the role of junior video editor. "What's the point? They said no, so I might as well carry on with the knitting because that yields results than stupid job searching." She put her phone down on the computer keyboard and walked to the sofa and flopped onto it. Ugh.

She saw there was a man dressed almost like cavalier from the English civil war and white shoulder length hair and moustache and cerulean eyes.

Conal.

"What are you doing here?" Emily asked. "Get out!"

"Or what?"

"You'll answer to me." Merlin the Labrador padded in. 

Conal bowed. "Of course, Master Merlin." He vanished.

The two decided to take a walk when they heard fighting. Merlin peered around the corner. "Ren Wren is fighting the boys again until they get a bloody nose."

Ren then found them, with Janessa. "Oh, look it's Scary Mary again with her dog. Let's just take the dog and be done with it." She reached for the lead but Merlin growled at Ren.

Merlin spoke and he sounded like Sauron from Shadow of Mordor. "Enough! I will end you myself. Nothing will prepare you for what comes next." He writhed and twisted, changing form, until he was a warg. He had used giant wolf mimicry. He urged Emily to run and run Emily did.

Then Emily heard a voice, powerful, yet seductive it was, calling her: "Seek thy mortal base do you, oh little Lúthien? Here, he is within my halls, you must come to fetch him."

Emily went to the source of the voice. It was at a school - the one that Gracie went to and Mabel attends - and into the head teacher's office she found the source.

"Mrs Head?" Emily asked.

"Yes, my dear. It's me." Mrs Head started to undo the first three top buttons on her shirt. "Hot in here, isn't it?"

"Is it?" 

"Yes. Remember Gaius?"

"Wasn't he killed by one of his acolytes? Or do you speak of the other Gaius?"

"Well, after he was vanquished, I cast a little spell to resurrect him and then absorbed him into my being."

Absorbed? Like the Elementors when they were set up for failure by Metal Elementor.

"So, you mean...?"

Mrs Head grinned. "By the way, I am Malvada. You guessed from the name Mal Vada." She gripped Emily by the shoulders and kissed her entwining her tongue with hers.

Emily fought back but Malvada had a grip like iron, she fought when she felt herself being backed into the path of the desk and was being seated on the desk. "What do you want?"

"Give yourself to me and you can have anything you want."

"Fuck off, bitch!"

Malvada wanted to slap the girl and make her cry, but with the absolute strength it may be that Emily gets slapped and a broken neck and bruised face. She kissed Emily again and used absolute charisma to get Emily to submit to her sexually.

As if she were a stranger, Emily saw herself looking down and seeing that Malvada had a cock and growled in the kiss as Malvada pushed herself inside of her.

A gasp fell out of Emily's mouth as she got used to the feeling. Malvada began to move, with each well timed thrust sent a jolt of pleasure in them. When Malvada climaxed, so did Emily. Then Malvada bent her over the desk and took her...

Merlin explained to Emily what happened to her and Emily was devastated by the ordeal. "I have an idea for you. You can have the same powers as me."

"You are sure?"

The Labrador nodded. The Labrador said a spell and Emily was surrounded by a rainbow coloured aura and had yellow eyes. "Do you want me to take care of Malvada?"

"Thank you Merlin, but I'll take care of her myself." Emily teleported to where Malvada was. "Malvada, you will pay."

"How?"

"Ya ubuyu tebya." Emily stabbed Malvada, who was vanquished, and then declared herself the Ultimate Power in the universe. She managed to get her aspirations.

Meanwhile, Lucas was with Adelheid and they were having a picnic. "Adelheid, I want to show you how much you mean to me." He kissed her jaw.

"Sure. What will you do - Oh!" Adelheid exclaimed as Lucas moved his head to the place between her legs and licked and sucked her core. She entangled her fingers in his hair and pushed him closer. He even fingered down there at the same time. She arched into him and screamed his name as an orgasm overtook her. She pulled him up and kissed him. "Let's go in the lake."

Lucas nodded and they walked into the water. He backed Adelheid up against the lake edge - littoral zone - near the grass and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed hungrily. He muttered a spell and Adelheid was wet down there. Adelheid closed her eyes.

"You are so willing, so ready." Lucas felt himself shift form into his true self - a black three headed dragon - and Adelheid felt it above her before she opened her eyes to see. Lucas sheathed himself inside. "OMFG! Fuck yeah, so tight and warm. Uhh! Hmm." Lucas started thrusting when he managed to adjust.

Adelheid took one of his hands and sucked on one of his fingers before putting the other one in her mouth. She was overcome with a desire to make Lucas's orgasm otherworldly so she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and put them together, therefore increasing friction and giving him great pleasure.

Lucas came undone with a low growl, spending himself deep inside her. He managed to get them both out of the water and shielded Adelheid with his wings (as a dragon) as they succumbed to the embrace of slumber.

Chapter 14: Exotically beautiful Gigi

Summary:

Gigi has a run in with a creature and there is one way to save herself

Gigi, black with beads in her braided hair and wore casual, was taking a walk and decided to cool off in a nearby lake. So she shimmied out of her garments, laid them aside the edge and dove in. She swam some laps and breast strokes and doggy paddle too before climbing out to dry in the sun. 

However, there was a gastropod near her clothes. Quickly she picked up her clothes to move them somewhere else and then a voice spoke.

"Put the clothes back on the ground."

Gigi looked down at the mollusc. "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, I am talking to you, homo sapien. Do as I command or I will eat you."

Fearfully, Gigi did as she was told. If she were eaten, would her family report her missing? Would they go and look for her? "No offense, but how can something as small as you eat a human?"

The gastropod opened its mouth wide and somehow leapt at an unsuspected insect on the grass and devoured it whole. Gigi's eyes widened and she covered her face with her arms. She didn't want to be eaten and definitely not swallowed whole while still alive. "I don't want to die," she said hysterically.

Then she felt arms around her and a soothing voice spoke in her ear. "Darling! My heart ached from being apart from you so long!"

Gigi put her arms down only for a nude beautiful blonde woman to start covering her face with kisses, and rubbing her back. "Who are you and why are you naked?"

"I'm the gastropod that you just saw. And I mean it when I said I will eat you if you don't do as I say."

"But I did do as you said. Did I intrude on your privacy?"

"Yes, unfortunately. Now you will pay the ultimate price."

"Please, don't eat me."

"You are in no position to negotiate with me."

"I'll do anything. Please don't eat me or my family."

"Very well. Give me yourself bodily and I will spare you."

"Give you myself bodily? Are you demanding sex from me?"

"Maybe and maybe not. You're naked and dry and I will make you dripping down there for me."

Gigi submitted to the creature. It would be preferable to dying. Would she enjoy it though? The gastropod tightly gripped Gigi by the shoulders and kissed her, entwining her tongue with hers. Gigi caught herself moaning loudly, surprising herself. "Ooooh. Do that again."

The disguised gastropod repeated the action and then sucked on her tongue with obvious delight. "Call me Barbara, Gigi. Gigi. Beautiful name for a beautiful lady like you. I am so looking forward to this." The creature pulled back and, trailing kisses down Gigi's neck, moved its hands to her derriere and gave it a good squeeze before grinding its pelvis into hers and Gigi threw her head back in bliss.

"Uh, Barbara?" Gigi asked, unsure. "How do you know my name? I am burning for you."

The disguised gastropod started suckling one of Gigi's breasts like a baby. It spoke telepathically. "Telepathy. I may look like a creature from earth but I am an extraterrestrial. I can be anything I want." It got down to perform cunnilingus and Gigi threw her head back as she succumbed to a blissful climax. Before she could get her breath back, 'Barbara' laid her down on the grass and moved Gigi's knees to her shoulders. 'Barbara' got in between Gigi's legs and moved so she was on top.

Gigi felt a flicker of fear for what was going to happen, but it all dissolved away when the creature kissed her again gently this time. She closed her eyes.

The disguised gastropod shifted form from the nude beautiful blonde woman to a handsome medieval knight king who was without armour or a stitch of clothing. The creature, never separated from the kiss or their breath, entered her.

Gigi gasped, the skin above her was like fire that was catching everywhere he touched. The creature's cock scorched her as it slid in and out.

"Ah, Gigi," he moaned, "you feel exquisite." His mouth descended on hers again and devoured her. His tongue explored her mouth and his pace grew faster, pinning her thighs up and open. The sensation was overwhelming. A whimper escaped her, and he swallowed it, sucking on her tongue with obvious delight. She felt her vagina clamp around him.

He sped up, punctuating each push of his hips with a sharp thrust. Gigi moaned into the kiss. 

"My Gigi, my sweet. You feel so hot wrapped around me, so wet." He came undone with a growl, spending himself deep inside her. Finally, his breathing got heavy and the creature collapsed over her as pleasure surged through his whole body. 

Gigi came too, screaming loudly.

Chapter 15: Playing with fire!

Summary:

Emily and the Kelpie go to medieval times and take risks.

Disguised as Adrian Foote, the Kelpie was in a medieval town and heard music so he followed the sound and saw a beautiful red haired woman wearing a medieval maiden fortune teller costume and a head scarf and makeup and jewellery and was barefoot. In her hands was a stringed small instrument.

"What is that?" The Kelpie asked.

"It's a lyre," the maiden answered in an accent. The maiden was named Anamaria and she was from Romania.

People who enjoyed the music tossed coins into a lyre case. 

From a corner and watching, Galatea was in the form of a beautiful blonde female model wearing a jewelled crystal crown headdress and an elegant ball gown with lace gloves. Seth, her brother, was disguised as a beautiful young woman with long hair and wearing a flowing dress.

There was also a Romany woman with brown curly hair and same complexion and wore jewellery. This was Tawney and she was selling goods.

Emily went to the tavern and saw two tavern girls with off the shoulder white dresses and could see their cleavage though with the brunette woman Emily could see the underarm part. She also saw a big and beefy merchant with a walrus moustache hitting on the two girls who looked uncomfortable. She approached. "Sir, I think the owner wants to see you. He's asking about some spices that you have."

"If there's something money can't solve, it's just because you're too poor," the merchant bragged. Then he got up and left.

The two girls - blonde Beth (short for Elizabeth) and brunette Anne - thanked Emily. They said their shifts would end soon and then they could stay at the inn. Emily thanked them. She exited the tavern and met with Gwyn - selling oranges - and her identical twin Mary selling apples. "Any luck?"

"A few here and there," Gwyn answered. 

After chatting with them, Emily went on her way and accidentally bumped into a handsome male warrior in armour with blue eyes and shoulder length brown wavy hair and red cape and moustache and beard. "Pardon me sir, I did not see you."

"Nay, fair maiden, for it is I who did not see you." The warrior bowed.

Emily curtsied. Then they bowed and curtsied when they saw a young king in armor with steel plates, holding a steel helmet and wearing a red cloak, and a charismatic king with a grey beard in chainmail armor with steel plates, holding a sword.

A white horse trotted up to Emily, leaned in close and whispered, "Your friend is attractive. Why don't you have a piece of them? I'm going to lick you and suck you until you come. Want to make me scream? I'll bet you can. Get over here."

Emily knew the white horse wasn't Torin. It was Gaius. She watched as the horse melted and changed into a familiar looking Roman general. 

"I can have sex with whomever I damn well please in my kingdom because I am the king." The king - grey bearded one - seemed amused and so did the other one.

Emily blinked. She looked up and saw that the Kelpie, still disguised as Adrian Foote, had arrived.

Gaius smiled evilly. "Ah, young man. Do you enjoy sexual intercourse?"

The Kelpie visibly blanched at the question, as did Emily. Who in their right mind would ask a question like that, unless it was someone like a doctor asking a patient if they were sexually active? 

Gaius smiled evilly still. He waved a hand and Jezebeth - medieval princess with metallic silver dress and necklace and large crown - was lying on the grass with legs spread and someone under the skirt of the princess's dress and the princess was loudly moaning.

The 'medieval princess' opened her eyes to see the Kelpie looking, and she smirked. "Enjoying the view, handsome? I'm sure I can draw out the same reaction from you. I'm going to come! UGGGHHHH!" She stood up and lifted her dress to reveal the other person - a redhead buxomly tavern wench with a braid and a necklace, pink lips and brown eyes. "This is Enya."

"Hi, Enya," the Kelpie said, despite the scene before him. He gulped and turned away when he saw Enya crawl on her hands and knees to Gaius and give him a blowjob. He noticed that the warrior and the two kings were frozen.

Gaius looked down at Enya and patted her hair, before he pulled Emily into a French kiss and then noticed someone else and pulled away.

Annis, Queen of Dragoria, was wearing a strapless pink dress and a small crown. She scrutinised the scene before her. "Gaius, you leave the humans alone or face the consequences of your actions."

Jezebeth smirked and revealed a red cape and a cloak. "Recognise this?"

"That's the cloak and cape from Lord Maliss - from Happily Ever After - and I thought they were destroyed when he was," Emily answered. "Did you make copies of those things?"

One of David's (pronounced dah-vid) former coworkers was a rather spiteful woman but after she was moved to another area and demoted she got petrified by Gaius and shattered to pieces.

Annis helped Enya, the Kelpie and Emily to escape from Gaius by using pure light.

Chapter 16: Playing with fire 2

Summary:

Things get dark.

Another time, while disguised as Adrian Foote, the Kelpie was hurrying to tell Gwyn and Elara Waters that he got the titular role of Snow White. Gwyn and Elara applauded. "Congratulations, TJ. You can celebrate," Elara said.

"Are you excited?" Gwyn questioned.

"Well, from what I read in the fairytale, Snow White was a princess. But I guess this is a pantomime so it's ok. Or like Shakespeare," the Kelpie said.

"Of course."

However Marco the Magnificent was playing the evil queen - evil king in this case - and he was fuming that the Kelpie got the titular role instead of him. "I should get the role of Snow White and not that upstart." He might have missed the memo that the princess was named because she was the same colour as snow and Marco was tanned.

Emily was glad for the Kelpie when she learnt that he got the role of Snow White for he deserved to be happy. Besides it was a pantomime so it was fine, like the time she went to the panto of Dick Whittington and the cook was a pantomime dame. It wasn't like a film where Snow White was a princess - unless it was a parallel world of reverse genders.

But it wasn't just Marco the Magnificent. There was also a doppelganger of Captain Wrack from Doctor Who, and the others were almost convinced that it was said character, until she said she was not an Eternal.

Captain Wrack from Doctor Who's doppelganger grinned. "Beadu is what you can call me. It means warrior maiden." She gripped Emily by the wrist. "I need you for a bit. We shan't be long." She led the younger woman to another room. She got Emily to strip and Emily rode her finger and rode out the orgasm too. "You're going to sleep with me however and whenever I want and you're going to enjoy it too."

"No. I'm not interested. I'd rather be free than your sex slave."

Elara burst into the room. "Leave her alone." She thrust a hand at Beadu, shooting fire, before noticing the ring that the other woman was wearing. "E, get dressed and run!" She hurried back out of the room.

Emily did as she was told. "What was that about?"

"That was the ring that she - Beadu - uses to channel her magic, asides from potions that augment your abilities. She usually looks like Captain Wrack from Doctor Who because she was inspired by the Enlightenment episode," Elara answered, relief in her voice to see the Kelpie and Gwyn safe. "Just be careful. Marco is still after the Kelpie for getting the role of Snow White."

It did happen. The Kelpie was at Gwyn and Elara's house one time and Emily was with him. Marco hatched a plan to go to the house in disguise.

He would go in disguise as Elwyn.

Chapter 17: Snow White if she were a guy

Summary:

Marco turns up to the Kelpie disguised and the Kelpie does what Disney Snow White should have done - survival instinct.

It did happen. The Kelpie was at Gwyn and Elara's house one time and Emily was with him. Marco hatched a plan to go to the house in disguise.

He would go in disguise as Elwyn.

Marco hmmed and ummed about a reason why 'Elwyn' would go to Gwyn and Elara's house. In the past, he would say that he was a peddler selling his wares, but now he was certain that if the Kelpie needed something he could order it online or go to the town. So he tottered up the road with a walking stick and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" The Kelpie asked.

"It's Elwyn. I am a friend of Gwyn and Elara's parents."

"Do you know Loretta Brown?"

"Yes. She's my granddaughter. All alone, my pet?"

The Kelpie noticed Emily sitting on the sofa but Emily put a finger to her lips. "Why, why, yes, I am. But..."

"The-the happy couple are not here?"

"No, they're not, but..."

Elwyn sniffed the air. "Making pies?"

"Yes, gooseberry pies."

"It's apple pies that make the menfolks' mouths water. Pies made from apples. Let me in and I'll show you."

"I can't let anyone in. But they do sound delicious."

"Yes! Open the window and you will see. But wait 'til you taste one, dearie."

The Kelpie saw that only the top window was able to open and he didn't really want to answer the door. Then he spotted the letter box opening and a piece of apple pie being posted. 

"Like to try one? Go on. Go on, have a bite."

Emily had kept silent during this exchange. She was thinking of a plan to get the threat away.

Marco waited for the Kelpie to take a bite of the apple pie but heard nothing. He was getting impatient so he went for plan b.

"Oh! My heart! Oh, my...My poor heart. Take me into the house and let me rest. A drink of water, please." Marco clutched his chest.

Emily called a neighbour who called an ambulance and they took 'Elwyn' to the hospital. After that was done, she sprinkled the magic dust - looked like glitter - on the pie to get rid of the poison and had a try. 

Once he was given the ok, the Kelpie had a try of the apple pie too. 

Gwyn and Elara were glad that the Kelpie was safe from harm.

Chapter 18: Peace of mind

Summary:

Jezebeth seduces Annis Queen of Dragoria, and Galatea decides to get revenge on two women who are thorns in her side

A medieval princess with metallic silver dress and necklace and large crown was named Jezebeth and she was with Queen Annis who was wearing a strapless pink dress and small crown. "You let them escape!"

"Yes. Gaius was going to hurt them badly."

Then they were joined by the handsome male warrior in armour with blue eyes and shoulder length brown wavy hair and red cape and moustache and beard.

Jezebeth smirked still and threw at Evil Morgana and Evil Morgause the red cape which landed on them.

Annis removed the cape and saw that Evil Morgana and Evil Morgause were now statues. "What do you want?"

"To bed you, but worry not about your vow of celibacy. You'll still be a maiden."

Annis nodded shakily. She headed to the sofa and laid down. Jezebeth climbed on top of the young queen. "So beautiful and so warm." She then leaned forward and started sucking on Annis's breasts. Then she moved her hand to Annis' core and fingered her down there and did cunnilingus.

The teasing was making Annis crazy with desire. "Jezebeth, please…" she begged.

"Please what?"

"You know what…"

"Oh, you mean this?" Jezebeth flicked her tongue wildly over the nub for a second, then stopped.

"Yes," the virgin queen whimpered. "Please?"

Jezebeth's lips locked over it and she licked and sucked on it fiercely while she furiously jammed her fingers into her. It didn't take long until Annis' body jerked and arched from the climaxing intensity. Jezebeth climbed up so she was at eye level with Annis. "There. So you see, you're still a maiden and the sex was enjoyable."

Annis nodded. She saw the Kelpie later on a walk.

----

Fake Putin - Galatea in disguise - had pulled out from Larissa, Fake Maugrim jumped onto the bed and pushed himself inside her vagina. Fake Maugrim howled out his orgasm and bit Larissa on the neck.

Fake Dalek X had his turn next. He opened his casing and revealed his mutant self. He used his tentacles to feel Larissa all over and Larissa moaned loudly and felt shame for enjoying it.

The Ukrainian woman collapsed on the bed. 

"What do we do with her?" Fake Maugrim asked.

Fake Putin smiled. "She served her purpose. Let her sleep."

If Larissa had seen, she'd have seen Fake Putin nod to Fake Maugrim and Fake Dalek X. Seconds later, Larissa woke up gasping because Galatea - still disguised as Putin - had seized her by the throat and gripped so tightly that she felt her life ebbing away until it was gone because Galatea had killed her. Fake Dalek X closed the casing. Fake Maugrim stared at the body. "What do we do with the body?"

Galatea grinned. She picked up the body and walked over to the window which was opened by telekinesis. She climbed onto the ledge and below was the Glop. "Dinner." She tossed the body.

Gulp!

And all this happened because Larissa didn't want to speak Russian!

Galatea remembered the same thing happening to Claire Castle. She had despised Claire's bs of 'I call it like I see it' regarding Galatea getting a job and decided in a millisecond that Claire needed to join her late husband - who had died of cancer - right now. She headed over to the older woman and waved a hand. "You'll get the final stage and see what happens when you cross me." She laughed as the same terminal illness that took the husband and now took Claire Castle. 

Once Claire Castle was deceased, Galatea transfigured the corpse into a sandwich and ate it and then opened the window and flew out.

And all this happened because Claire Castle said that Galatea needed to get a job!

Chapter 19: Lost Innocence

Summary:

The world can be cruel sometimes.

Notes:

AU of Putin being a magic user.

Zeeryon stood in the high tower, wrapped in intrusive thoughts but he smiled upon learning from Gormo that Matvey was near. "Ah, Matvey, son of Andrey. What brings you here? Surely not to rescue Declan for he is a rebel and a traitor," he said aloud to himself. "Well, the beast wolves have been slain along with their boss. Maybe try a different kind of animal that would put fear into them." Then an idea came to him. "Ah, yes. There's that dragon from the Historical Wales shop."

Matvey and Emily were taking in the scenery and devising a plan to rescue Declan when a voice called Matvey.

Matvey turned around. "Dad?"

Andrey joined them. "Matvey. May we speak alone?"

"Alone? Oh, of course." 

Before leaving, Emily whispered to Matvey: "помнить план: Нас не догонят."

Matvey nodded. Then it was just his father and him. "What did you want to talk about?"

Andrey smirked. "Such a handsome boy."

Matvey realised he was dealing with an imposter when he saw the strange look in his father's eyes and when his 'father' kissed him - and not a friendly peck on the cheek.

"Papa, chyom vy zanimaetes'?" Matvey asked, struggling to get away. He watched in terror as 'Andrey' changed into Putin. "I thought you liked to show yourself as a devout Christian what with you being heartfelt at church, dipping in that cross shaped lake, confession and communion in the monasteries at Valaam. Do you tolerate LGBTQ?"

Putin laughed. "We're not talking about that. All you need to know is that they can have rights but they cannot be forcing themselves or their views on good Russian people. And now to business. Unlike that foolish president who called him by the wrong name."

"So, you were pretending to be President Zelenskyy when Biden realised that he made a mistake?"

"Yes." Putin laughed again.

Matvey fled and found his parents who were still alive thank heavens.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Some days later, when the three of them were heading through the park and they were followed by Halia who wore a circlet, red dress and black cloak and a pendant with a pentagram on it.

Halia knew that Andrey was an obstacle in her plans and she threw a smoke ball so Matvey and Yekaterina (Matvey's mother) couldn't see that Andrey was murdered. Yekaterina and Matvey saw only when the smoke had cleared and Andrey was lying on the grass.

After talking with the Kelpie, elsewhere, Emily returned to the hotel and down the corridor to where her room was. She unlocked the door and found someone facing the window. Was this an intruder? Should she call for help?

The person turned around. It was Matvey.

"Я волен сделать с вами всё, что захочу!" Matvey exclaimed. It was the grief that made him want to claim Emily like a possession. He wouldn't have felt like this if his dad was still alive.

Emily responded back in Russian. "No!" She explained that she spoke whatever language was spoken. She got the clothes she was to wear tomorrow and laid them out on a chair when she heard sniffling. "Matvey, are you ok?"

"Мой отец Умер."

"Your father died?" Emily repeated in Russian.

Matvey nodded. Emily bawled like a baby. "You hurt all over. Is there anything to make you feel better?"

Matvey tried to blink back tears and failed. "Can we...just...?"

Emily understood what was being asked of her and enveloped him in an embrace. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm here for you."

Matvey allowed Emily to take him to bed and not just for sleeping. He wanted to forget his name, his nationality and the fact that his father was dead. He wasn't even certain whether it was Halia who had murdered his father. Or was it Putin in disguise, like when the Russian president was pretending to be Andrey?

"Is this okay?" After an answer of yes, Emily took off the jacket and shirt from Matvey. "I want you to be comfortable with me. Do you want this still?"

"Da. Я хочу это. Я хочу тебя."

"Я хочу тебя тоже." Then she kissed him deeply, flicking her tongue with his. With her consent, Matvey lowered his head to her neck, kissing it lower until he reached her breasts, having lifted her T-shirt and lowered her bra, where he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, as he put a finger in her core through the trousers and knickers, curling up against the inner walls, making her wet for him.

Emily returned the favour. Once they had shed off their remaining garments, Matvey slid into Emily with ease. Emily moaned his name with pleasure. "More please."

Matvey obeyed. Emily kissed him deeply, yearning eagerly for him. Her legs around his hips trembled, tightening their grip when he deepened his thrusts, making the bed creak ominously in the silent room.

Her fingers found his face and she crashed her lips to his. He kissed her desperately, as he gave a final thrust before spilling himself inside her.

She felt his climax and held him close and whispered reassuring words in his ear.

"Thank you, Emily," Matvey whispered back. He said she was one of a kind.

Chapter 20: Irresistible!

Summary:

No one is immune to Ilaria

The next morning, Matvey and Emily met with the Kelpie at Wendy's Kitchen in Chatham. Enya was there too, as a fellow customer. "We're safe, right?"

"Hopefully," Matvey answered. "It's not easy, learning that your father has been killed and before that Putin was pretending to be him. It's like what Yulia said - he likes to play devout when he is anything but."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Halia killed your father. I knew this because I heard her sister Salome brag about it to Vashti."

The Kelpie sometimes shapeshifted to deceive humans, sometimes taking on a human form so captivating that it becomes almost impossible to resist.

A beautiful young redhead woman in a black dress and simple necklace and ballet pumps was walking past the cafe and the Kelpie guessed it was Ilaria.

"We need to stop Halia before she kills again," Emily remarked.

There were two familiar two tavern girls with off the shoulder white dresses and could see their cleavage though with the brunette woman Emily could see the underarm part. Anne and Beth.

After the group had finished and paid for their food, they left and went to look around the town before it got dark.

Before going to bed, the Kelpie met up with Ilaria. He was masquerading as Adrian Foote.

"What did you want to talk about?" Ilaria asked.

"I was hoping you can help me out with this problem," the Kelpie answered. "Halia cannot get away with murdering an innocent man."

Ilaria nodded. "Sofi Pashkual, a Ukrainian living in Portugal, made a reel saying that the meh moments are neighbours drilling a hole in the wall, Trump being reelected and Russia existing. I understand the first two, but the third one is infuriating because she would not like it if anyone had said the same thing about Ukraine, me for example. They're like marmite - either like it or not. Just don't forget them."

The Kelpie said nothing. Ilaria walked over to him. Her fingers found his face and she crashed her lips to his and kissed him. Then reluctantly she pulled back. "For luck. Goodnight darling." She pulled out a wallet and took out a large wad of cash. "Take this and put it to good use."

The Kelpie initially hesitated - he was not one to usually accept money and it wasn't to do with pride - before he took the cash. "Goodnight." He returned to his lake home, back as a black horse, and dove in. Once he reached the bottom of the lake, the Kelpie fell asleep.

Chapter 21: Merlin and Merlin meeting!

Summary:

Merlin the Labrador meets Merlin.

Merlin was pondering, trekking through the woods and collecting firewood, with the other peasants, and stopped to have a rest. Time slowed to a crawl before stopping. The young warlock looked in confusion. Had he done that? He turned and spotted a black Labrador wearing a red collar sitting in front of him. "Hello." 

The dog barked happily. "Hi."

"Who are you?" Merlin checked the tag on the collar and saw it said Merlin. "I'm called Merlin too."

The black Labrador stood up. "I need to speak to you. There's danger surrounding the prince and you."

"What kind of danger?"

"A dragon. And it's not Kilgharrah. It's stronger than him."

Merlin, still holding the firewood, hurried with his Labrador namesake back to Camelot and they saw a dragon clutching the castle. Time resumed.

The dragon spotted Merlin (the Labrador one, not the warlock). "Ah, young pup. You think you can stop me from laying siege to this city."

Merlin tried a spell in the dragon language but it failed. The dragon laughed. "Your petty magic can't harm me. Your petty dragon can't harm me either."

"Calling Kilgharrah petty?" The Labrador asked. "Bit rich coming from you. Let them go and you will be spared."

"Or what, little girl?"

"Don't push it."

The dragon slunk away. "Camelot will belong to her. You'll see, both of you!"

Merlin hurried to the physician's chambers and to his room and fell asleep, after bidding the Labrador goodnight. The next day, he told his mentor Gaius about the day before.

The old man pondered carefully. "So the dragon won't be the only one here. Good news for you I guess."

"Yes, but I tried to tell the dragon to go away and he laughed it off." Merlin answered the door at the knock and saw himself. "Merlin?"

The disguised dog nodded and headed in with a beautiful red haired woman wearing a medieval maiden fortune teller costume and jewellery and makeup. "This is my friend Anamaria. She might be able to gain insight as to the danger."

"Merlin, close the door!" Gaius ordered to his ward, not wanting anyone to see magic being used.

Then in teleported an ugly obese witch with missing teeth. Dubheasa. "Hello, Merlin, Anamaria."

"Hello, Dubheasa," Anamaria said as she got out a crystal ball and peered into it.

"Hi," the disguised Labrador said as he saw images in the crystal ball with Anamaria.

In the crystal ball, the picture showed a beautiful gypsy woman drinking from a golden chalice riding on seven headed red dragon with 10 horns and a red dragon with seven heads, four legs and two wings. The images faded.

Merlin was baffled. "I've never seen a dragon with more than one head."

"Well, our friends Malcolm and Lucas have more than one head. Malcolm has two and Lucas has three."

Dubheasa turned into her true self: a woman with black long hair wearing a black dress with a pendant on the neck. "Let's go."

The group headed into the town square. A fellow friend of Anamaria named Amara had been dancing in the streets for coins - she got the memo that magic was banned so things like palm reading or crystal ball reading was out of the picture.

Some nobleman was laughing at Amara. "Hey, sexy thing. I want to own you with a kiss."

Amara just glared harder at the stupid tyrant who dared to claim her.

There was a red dragon with seven heads, the seven heads have 2 horns, and 3 of its 7 heads had crowns and the dragon was Fachnan, meaning 'malicious' in Irish origin.

Chapter 22: Father makes you queen!

Summary:

Jeffrey schemes to make his daughter Anita Queen, like Gwyn with Annika, and Holden is not who he seems - like Halbrand

Notes:

The scene and conversation between Brutus and Camane is from 2005 Empire. The part where Brutus turns out to be Lucifer is a vision.

Camane: "Noble Pontifex..."

Brutus: "I'm not a noble Pontifex. I'm a political actor as are you in a world that's fast becoming a fast." He got up from the seat and went to Camane. "Is there no mercy in your maiden's heart for a man torn between love for his friend and duty to his republic?"

"Vesta has mercy and love for such a man but only if he alters course, if he decides to live in truth and honour."

"Truth?"

"Yes, and honour." 

But then Camane saw it was not Brutus, but Lucifer and he cared not for the Vestal Virgin's vow of chastity... 

----

There was another man with ambition, Jeffrey, and he schemed, like Gwyn, to get his daughter Anita to be the queen either to the king or the prince so the prince will be king and then she could have a son who will be king. He had been talking with some people and then went to look for Anita who was probably in her room with her brother.

Jeffrey opened the door and went into the room not to find Anita asleep but in bed with Fachnan. "What the heck is going on?"

"It's exactly what it looks like." Fachnan laughed. He turned to Anita. "Who's your daddy?"

"You are... I'm going to come... Uh, ugh...ARGGHHHH!" Anita screamed Fachnan's name as she felt her walls clench around his manhood and she shuddered. She turned to Jeffrey. "Father, he's my favourite person to do it with."

"I thought you were going to marry the king. I had it all planned for you and you now had sex with this guy," Jeffrey snarled. Then he smiled evilly. "I'm certain that this one will be a great lay than the king or the prince. You could be king instead." He watched as Fachnan's pene withdrew from its haven. He gave him a BJ as a demonstration to Anita on pleasing men sexually. Then he watched avidly as Fachnan gave Anita cunnilingus. "By tomorrow, you will be king."

He left the room, satisfied. He found the princess Jezebeth in her room, playing with herself. Jezebeth looked up at him and smirked as she came all over the floor and then magicked the mess away. "Ah, Jeffrey. You want to eliminate the king and the prince? Be my guest."

Jeffrey decided to take down the king first. He burst into the king's chambers and bowed. "Majesty."

The king didn't seem amused. "You dare to burst into here like you own the place?!" He grabbed Jeffrey by the garments.

Any other courtier would have been terrified, but not Jeffrey. Jeffrey unleashed a sultry purr. "I like it when you take charge, Majesty. Do your worst."

The king pulled Jeffrey up to him for a kiss, his beard and moustache a contrast to Jeffrey's clean shaven look. He deepened the kiss and backed away and sat on a chair, pulling the other man onto him. "I want you to ride me."

Jeffrey's fingernails lengthened to claws as he tore off the king's clothes until the latter was naked as a newborn. "My king, how you spend hours working out and able to run a kingdom too." He sank himself to the hilt of the king's manhood and rode him like a horse until both men came. He withdrew from his king and then told him to look.

The king watched in both surprise as well as fascination as Jeffrey shifted form into a woman. He eyed Jeffrey's hair growing long to reach his backside, his hips widening and waist narrowing, his features becoming feminine and curvy and busty chest and his cock transfigured into a cunt. "You look exactly like that tavern wench I went to see after the queen died."

Jeffrey, now as a woman, grinned and sunk back onto the royal cock. He threw his head back every time the king hit a sweet spot of the clit. He raked her claws against the king's back and unleashed a scream of ecstasy.

The king came undone with a growl too, spending his seed in Jeffrey. Jeffrey kissed him and sucked out the king's life force. Then he climbed off the king. "Out with a bang."

Jezebeth teleported in minutes later. "Lilitu will be here." 

Lilitu appeared, a blob monster of amorphous form, and devoured the king. "Tell the news that the king had died in sleep tomorrow and then announce that Fachnan is king and Anita is queen."

Jezebeth smirked. "The prince was delicious. I turned him into a strawberry flavoured milkshake and drank him all up."

Just as it happened, Fachnan was declared king and Anita his queen. Jeffrey smirked in the corner. With no other contesters to the throne, his ambition to have Anita on the throne was complete.

A powerful black dragon, the great king of all dragons, commanded the skies with an aura of unmatched authority and majesty. His scales were a deep, inky black, absorbing the light around him and giving off an almost otherworldly sheen. It was Merlin (the Labrador) in disguise.

----

Catherine, princess of Doriathan, was taking a walk in the palace garden with Duke - the ladies in waiting keep their distance - and telling him about the various charities she supported and the causes she championed, and Duke nodded slightly and smiled briefly. "I have filled one bags with snoods and scarves. I will fill another one and when that is finished, I will distribute it to the people to show that the royal family stand by them and as a gesture of goodwill."

Then Catherine and Duke said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways. Accompanied by her ladies: Sara, Artemisia, Dahlia and Malikah, Catherine retired to her bedroom and they helped her get ready for bed.

"Would you need anything else?" Sara asked.

"No, thank you," Catherine answered. She brushed her teeth and went to bed. Sara, Artemisia, Dahlia, Arabella and Malikah went to their own rooms.

Catherine had a dream. She dreamt that she was in front of a fantasy medieval castle which was surrounded by a lake and forest. There was someone by the lake. The person turned around.

It was a doppelganger of her, but if she was a man. The man introduced himself as Cathrinus. 

"Do you live here?" Catherine asked.

"Yes. I would like to show you around." And he showed her around, with the last being his bedroom. He kissed her deeply, tasted her essence and made the beast with two backs.

Catherine woke up the next morning, relieved it was a dream. Then she met with Holden outside of Doriathan. "Holden?"

"I'm not Holden, actually." Holden became Gaius who usually looked like his 'namesake'. "I've been looking for you. You were difficult to find."

"Oh, really?" Catherine turned and ran but Gaius literally stretched his hand out and grasped her shoulder. "What do you want? Do you work for Gwyn?"

"No. I don't work for Gwyn." The daemonium deus snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply and hungrily while his tongue and hers flicking through her mouth. He entwined his fingers with hers as he had her back against a wall and cornered. "I will myself to my own designs." He magicked off his armour and clothing and sandals and, like Stitch, protracted two hands and arms from his torso to fondle under Catherine's dress and pet the boobs and harden the nipples. 

Catherine moaned in the kiss. This felt so wrong and yet so hot. "You haven't answered my question for what do you want?"

Gaius answered in Catherine's voice. "To show you I can fuck you better than your man. You'll be so sexually satisfied that you will see stars and you will think of me only." He lifted a foot to Catherine's dress and, having turned the foot into a hand, tugged it down and off before turning the hand back to the foot and putting it down. Next thing, he fingered down there to get her wet and willing for him. He tugged off the panties and pushed himself inside her vagina. He managed to get Catherine sexually satisfied that she was left breathless before he pulled out of her and then possessed her.

Chapter 23: The wonderful priest of Kembleford... And Inspector Sullivan too!

Summary:

Desirée goes to Kembleford and encounters a catholic priest and an inspector.

Désirée was running from the Old Ruffian and the Young Ruffian (King's Choice) and thought them fools for assuming that she was helpless because of her being a woman walking alone in the forest. She carried on running until she saw a police inspector. Maybe it was Inspector Valentine. "Inspector!"

The Inspector turned around. It wasn't Inspector Valentine. Désirée frowned. "You're not Inspector Valentine. Who are you?"

"Inspector Sullivan. I'm Inspector Valentine's replacement."

"Where is he?"

"Transferred to Scotland Yard."

"Right." Désirée turned around and saw that the ruffians had the bandits and thugs with them. "They're after me. We need to get backup."

Luckily there were other officers there so they could try and hold off the two ruffians and the bandits. Désirée used the distraction to get Sullivan into the car and then drive to the church. "We'll be safe here."

"Why did you bring us here...?"

"Désirée. And I drove us here because church is usually a sanctuary for times of need, or at least it is supposed to be." She got out of the car - the driver's side - and then went into church and the part of the confession booth where the priest sat. She even took Sullivan with her.

Father Brown was on his way to the booth and saw that it was occupied and he knocked on the door. Désirée motioned for Sullivan to keep quiet and then spoke in his voice. "Father, we were just keeping the seat warm, in case you were going to hear confessions later. Is it safe to come out?"

"Uh, yes, it is." The Catholic priest sounded baffled, and was probably more so when the door opened and he saw Inspector Sullivan and a young man with him. "Inspector Sullivan. And who is your friend?"

"Désiré." Désiré beamed. "Inspector Sullivan and I were being chased by bandits, and we need your help."

Father Brown said that he'd be delighted to help. The trio - Désiré now back as Désirée - went back to the place where Sullivan had met Désirée and they found the bandits and the Old Ruffian and the Young Ruffian (King's Choice). The bandits begged Désirée for mercy and gave the 100 gold coins to her. It was just the ruffians.

The Old Ruffian chuckled. "You're just a little woman with two bodyguards to protect you. Just hand over the money and we'll leave."

"Not on your life! We know you have something up your sleeve. You're not getting any of those treasures!" Désirée raised a hand and made the shooing gesture and the two ruffians fled (she used mind control as well, but Father Brown and Sullivan did not know that). 

Father Brown asked the young woman why those ruffians and bandits were after her and Sullivan, and Désirée answered that they made the mistake of underestimating her. The Catholic priest offered to let Désirée stay at the presbytery with Mrs McCathy and himself and Désirée agreed.

While Désirée was trying one of Mrs McCathy's prized scones, she was also with Inspector Sullivan. She explained she had a gift for being in two places at once. She went up to the Inspector. "You, so young and handsome, will find me a very helpful friend."

"In what way?"

Désirée beamed. "May I kiss you on the cheek?"

Sullivan nodded, and Désirée kissed his cheek. Then he pecked De ever so lightly like she was made of glass. De pulled him close to her and kissed him with a hunger she didn't know she had. She needed to feel him against her right now - and without the clothes acting as a barrier. She murmured some words in a language unknown to Sullivan and their clothes had vanished. She also teleported them to the room that she booked at an inn and they collapsed on the bed.

It was in a room of an inn where Désirée hecha amor a Sullivan and they moved as one body. Every stroke Sullivan made sent a pleasure tingle down Désirée and she met his thrusts with her own. They climaxed after each other and basked in the afterglow before going to sleep (Désirée made it so their clothes would be on if they had guests come in or when they got up).

Chapter 24: You tricked me!

Summary:

There are many forms of deception...

Notes:

Carrying on from chapter 23 and chapter 9.

There was the meh moment Emily heard that a Ukrainian former MP named Iryna Farion had criticised the Ukrainian soldiers - or anyone else - for speaking Russian and someone said there was a recording where she was teaching her 3.5 years old grandson to hate and bully Russian speaking children at his nursery. What a terrible thing to do: teaching someone that young to pick on others because they didn't speak the official language.

In June 2024, Kadie was once again put on blast for her video "Psychotic Aunt Robs Baby of Her Vegan Virginity", in which she compared a baby girl eating a barbecue rib to the baby girl sucking on a man's penis covered in barbecue sauce.

AugustTheDuck's video response "That Vegan Teacher Needs to Be Deplatformed" helped bring attention to her video, which was promptly deleted by YouTube.

AU: 21st February 2022. Vladimir Putin and his associates were in their usual place where they have their meetings. Now it was Sergey's turn at the podium. Sergey said that he agreed with Nikolai about the plan and the like - giving their western partners a chance. "In the worst case, we will have to go with the plan we are discussing today."

Putin leaned forward. "What do you mean, 'in the worst case'? Are you suggesting that we start negotiations?"

Sergey stuttered. "No, I…"

"Or to recognise sovereignty?"

"I-I will support the proposal."

"I will support or I support? Speak plainly Sergey!"

"Yes. I support the proposal about the entry of Donetsk and Lushanks People's Republics into the Russian Federation."

"We're not talking about that. We're not discussing that. We're talking about recognizing their independence or not."

"Yes. I support the proposal for independence."

"Thank you. You can take your seat." Putin called up the next person who said something similar and had the fear in their eyes.

Then the ordeal was over. Putin thanked everyone for their opinion (read: parroting his opinions). Everyone else left the room. However... Emily was there too. And there was no escape for her it seemed.

The president saw the lass. "Тебе я вижу стра."

Emily said what she thought Désirée would say in her situation: "Вы ничего вижаете."

"Такой врути из ваша прекрасна губи." There was a laugh from the Russian president. 

In truth, there was fear in Emily, but it wasn't for herself but rather for her friends and family - especially those who didn't speak or understand Russian.

Emily attempted to make a hasty retreat but unfortunately for her the Kremlin was like London - big and easy to get lost in if you were not familiar with it - and she had been upset because it seemed that the Russian president got a kick out of intimidating the chief spy on live camera and if the rumours of invasion became true, that would put a dampener on her plans to visit Russia and Ukraine. She could hide in the bathroom, but she remembered the clip from the Chechnya war on September 24th 1999 where Putin (as prime minister then) was saying if the terrorists were in the airport, they'll (Russians) get them in the airport and if they (terrorists) were in the toilet, that was where they'll (terrorists) die.

That night, back in England, Путин found Emily upset in bed, turned into Konni and padded over to the bed and laid down after climbing onto it. "Чом ты плаешь?" 

"я грустна потому что президенты чувст ненависть," Emily said really quietly. "Уходи, пожалуйста. Я не хочу говорит или вид люди." She saw that Vladimir was now himself from the 1970s with an ushanka and a small bit of his hair sticking out. "You've got to be kidding." Emily was taken by surprise when a warm pair of lips touched hers.

"Ваш губи вкус вкусний. Что это?" The disguised Russian president asked after pulling back.

"Это клубника." Emily had applied Nivea strawberry lip balm prior to Vladimir's arrival.

"вкусний."

"Thanks." Emily used photokinesis to turn the lights on when it got dark. "Don't they usually say 'be yourself'?"

"Yes, but on this occasion I'm prepared to make an exception."

"Ok." Emily felt a burning desire for some reason - and she did agree inwardly with her mother about the picture of the Russian president as a teen saying he was handsome - and there was only one person in front of her who was more than willing to quench it.

Putin pulled Emily onto his lap and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed hungrily. He muttered a spell and Emily was wet down there. Emily closed her eyes. Then she opened her eyes and saw that her leggings were on the chair. 

"You are so willing, so ready." Putin pushed himself inside her. Emily gasped. Was this how it was supposed to feel?

"Эмили, ты в порядке?" Vladimir paused, worrying that he had hurt Emily.

"да, я порядке." She patted him on the head as if he was a dog. 

Putin started thrusting when he managed to adjust.

Emily felt so many sensations, so many emotions. All she knew was that she didn't want this to end. "Поцелуй меня, пожалуйста." She saw that his eyes were swimming with a thousand emotions. Vladimir held her gaze for a moment before kissing her again.

Putin let out a triumphant shout as he spilled himself in Emily. Emily had read fanfics shipping people - many of them being other politicians such as Ukrainian president Volodymyr Zelenskyy or even US president Donald Trump - with Putin but didn't expect herself to be one of those people.

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It was in a room of an inn where Désirée hecha amor a Sullivan and they moved as one body. Every stroke Sullivan made sent a pleasure tingle down Désirée and she met his thrusts with her own. They climaxed after each other and basked in the afterglow before going to sleep (Désirée made it so their clothes would be on if they had guests come in or when they got up).

Desirée had read about Callisto from Greek mythology: Ovid portrays Zeus as using the guise of Artemis to approach Callisto, who trusts that it is the goddess she adores. Zeus, still in disguise, seduces her and impregnates her.

Callisto would come to prominence as part of the retinue of the goddess Artemis, and Callisto would be one of the female huntresses who accompanied the Greek goddess. The followers of Artemis were expected to take a vow of chastity and remain virgins, and this was something that Callisto agreed to. Callisto was also considered to be one of the most devoted of Artemis’ attendants, and therefore one of the goddess’ favourites.

Callisto therefore was more often than not to be found with Artemis, and this brought her into close proximity with other gods, and eventually the roving eye of Zeus fixed upon her.

Now, despite being married to Hera, Zeus was not above taking the virtue of a beautiful maiden, and so one day Zeus descended to earth from Mount Olympus. Zeus located Callisto whilst separated from Artemis and the rest of the retinue, and the god approached her; some say Zeus approached in male form, and some say that he disguised himself as Artemis so as not to alarm Callisto.

In either case Zeus was soon next to the beautiful maiden, and before she could protest, the god had taken her virginity and made her pregnant with his child.

Désirée saw the alternative. Alternative universe - Grimhild and VP: 1970 Leningrad. Grimhild was running away because she didn't want to marry the king, before she bumped into Vladimir - Путин - by accident. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you," she apologised in German.

"It's alright. I didn't see you either," Vladimir responded in Russian but Grimhild heard it in German, thanks to his earlier spell. "May I ask why were you running? What's the hurry?"

"My mother wants me to marry the king for money but I don't want to marry him." Grimhild took a good look at the person in front of her. "Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?"

"Uh... Well that is something you will have to find out for yourself." 

Grimhild laughed. "So, what brings you here?"

"I'm doing a degree in law. It could be useful one day."

"Ok. Well, I would like to do art, but as I said earlier, mother dearest wants me to get married. Unless I just resign to fate and let all of my potential go to waste." She sighed.

"Well, to be honest, I will be very busy with my studies and I am not certain if I will see you again."

Grimhild nodded in understanding. Maybe she would find someone else. Or she could do her art and live a new life.

Vladimir sensed that Grimhild was inconsolable about losing the new friend she met (him) and having to marry someone she hadn't met and didn't love. "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back."

"Yes," Grimhild said in German but Vladimir heard it in Russian. She kissed his cheek.

Vladimir gave one back as promised - on the cheek. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower.

Later, in a room at an inn, Vladimir climbed on top of Grimhild. "So beautiful and so warm." He then leaned forward and started sucking on Grimhild's breasts. Then he moved his hand to Grimhild's core and fingered her down there and did cunnilingus.

"What was that?" Grimhild asked in German but Vladimir heard it in Russian.

"Pleasure," Vladimir answered in Russian but Grimhild heard it in German.

"What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want to feel how wet you are.”

“Be a good little sl*t and spread your legs for me.”

“I can’t wait to slide my c*ck inside you.”

“I can’t wait to see your lips around my d*ck.”

“Want to feel how hard you make me?”

“I want you to tell me exactly what to do to get you off.”

“Tell me where you want me to touch you.”

“Do you like when I stroke you fast or slow?”

“Show me how bad you want me.”

“Spread your legs wide. Your body is mine tonight.”

“How about you get over here and show me who’s boss?”

“I’ve been bad today… how are you going to punish me?”

“I want to taste you.”

“I love the way you smell.”

“Show me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to bend over for me.”

“Push your ass back towards me. I want to feel all of you.”

“I want to fill you up.”

“How deep do you want me to go?”

“I want you to look me in the eyes while I’m inside you.”

“I love to hear you moan while I’m going down on you.”

“I need you so bad right now.”

“Get on top of me and don’t get off until you come.”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body.”

“Your tongue feels so good right there.”

“Tease me until I’m begging for it.”

“You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

“I love when you’re in control.”

“Tonight I want to make you come again and again.”

“I love watching us in the mirror.”

“Just lie back and relax while I make you feel good.”

“Tease me until I’m begging for it.”

“How horny are you right now?”

“I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.”

“How fast do you think I can make you come?”

“I want to tear your clothes off right now.”

“I could spend all day inside you.”

“How hard do you want it tonight?”

“I love when we come at the same time.”

Chapter 25: Gods and monsters!

Summary:

AU of a damsel in distress becoming a damsel out of distress.

I strolled by a lake one day and my eyes fell on a beautiful black horse serenely grazing nearby. Excited because I liked horses, I went to pet it but stepped back in alarm when I noticed the water weeds. Oh, no. This was the home of the Kelpie! Was I going to die? Not now! I can't die now. 

There came a laugh of amusement from the Kelpie. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, Kelpie," I laughed, nervously. "It'll take a lot more than that to frighten me." I mentally planned what to do to get away in case of danger. "And now I'm going. You can't stop me." I turned around and walked away but then I heard footsteps and turned around to see Adrian Foote but with water weeds in his hair.

Good day to you, my fine young lady. With your lips so sweetly full. May I help you comb your long hair? Sweep it from that brow so cool?

I hoped that I was not going to go gaga over some guy - even if it was the Kelpie pretending to be someone else. "Please, will you promise you will spare the lives of everyone I care about?"

"My lady." He lowered his head, looked up at me with a smile and I felt my heart beating fast. He then bowed.

Well I'm a man when I'm feeling the urge to step ashore. So I may charm you, not alarm you. Tell you all fine things, and more.

"I think we understand each other," I said after the Kelpie got up from his bow. I smiled back, feeling glad.

The Kelpie leaned in close, about to kiss me.

"Wait," I said. This was the 21st century. Times have changed.

"Yes?" The Kelpie said.

"Can I… Can I kiss you?"

"By all means, yes."

I told him to close his eyes – and he did – while I applied the lip balm (who wants to kiss with dry lips, seriously) and I pressed my lips against his softly. I felt as if fireworks exploded within me. Nothing and no one else mattered in that moment. Just the Kelpie.

You must make a choice, though its consequences might scare you. All reforms are painful, there’s no way around it. "Do what you want. I am up for it. I can take it. Give it your best shot." 

The Kelpie returned the kiss so eagerly, and I could feel shivers running down my spine. I took his hands in mine and beamed. "You know, you’re not so bad. Having spent time with you, you’ve become Mr Nice Guy. I'm Emily. I'll call you TJ."

Then I trailed kisses on his neck, and the Kelpie gasped ecstatically. "You have such a magnetic personality and I'm drawn to you in a way that I can't ignore," he said. 

I pulled back for air. "Are you going to lure me to a watery grave?"

"No, Emily. If I had misled you in anyway, then I am truly sorry."

"It’s fine. Can we be friends?"

"Indeed, we could be friends."

I nodded. "I wonder if we can get to know each other more closely." Still, regarding water and the Kelpie, one could never be too careful.

"I think we understand each other." He drew me close, kissing me intensely, wrapping one arm around me to stop me from escaping, the other on the back of my head. In no time at all, we were both nude.

I pushed the Kelpie onto his back and straddled him. "You are going to feel something so good that you will be begging me for more, my beautiful TJ. Kelpie." Very soon now enemies shall be no more, and the Kelpie is mine, I thought.

My time had come. I positioned myself on his manhood. And sunk right onto him. The Kelpie gasped with delight, getting use to my velvety sensation. Lowering myself, my arms went around his neck, clutching him to me. All his skin against mine felt tantalising. I leaned in to kiss him.

Chapter 26: Marta makes three

Summary:

Marta Spencer joins the duo.

Notes:

Carrying on from chapter 25. Again from Emily's POV and the Kelpie's

Emily's POV - The Hunted

I pushed the Kelpie onto his back and straddled him. "You are going to feel something so good that you will be begging me for more, my beautiful TJ. Kelpie." Very soon now enemies shall be no more, and the Kelpie is mine, I thought.

My time had come. I positioned myself on his manhood. And sunk right onto him. The Kelpie gasped with delight, getting use to my velvety sensation. Lowering myself, my arms went around his neck, clutching him to me. All his skin against mine felt tantalising. I leaned in to kiss him.

"They can't resist your pretty face, I can't blame them," I said through the kiss.

There he was. The Kelpie's head spun with desire. He kissed me back. The skin on skin made us mad with lust.

Sensing a presence, I looked up and saw a beautiful, black, slender tall young woman posing nude nearby. "Marta?"

Marta nodded. "Yes, Emily." She went over to me, eyeing avidly the position I was in with the Kelpie. "You can do like the missionary but obviously swapped around."

The disguised Kelpie and I did as she said. I laid myself on top of him, still with his pene in me, and moved his hands to my backside and urged him to grab it, which he did. "Where are you going with this, Marta?"

Marta Spencer chuckled. "And that's how the damsel rescued herself. As you were." She watched as the Kelpie thrusted into me, my mouth making a 'o' shape when the Kelpie hit a pleasurable spot within me, and him sucking and caressing at my neck and breasts to which I did the same thing to him.

I came undone with the Kelpie, him having spent himself in me. I rested my head on his chest listening to his heart. Once we had rested for a bit, getting our breath back, the Kelpie and I decided to go for round two.

Marta went to us. "Have you kissed a girl before?"

"Uh, not in the way you may think," I answered. And sat up. My eyes widened as I saw Marta swoop down and kissed me on the mouth and then deepening it so our tongues swathed in each other's mouths. I was left breathless as she pulled back and did the same thing with the Kelpie. I glanced down and saw that I was wet down there.

The Kelpie's POV

Say goodbye to all your dear kin, for they hate to see you go in your young prime, to this place of mine in the still loch far below. Up, ride with the kelpie. I'll steal your soul to the deep. If you don't ride with me while the devil's free, I'll ride with somebody else.

I admit; a small thrill of excitement flickered in my mind as I considered the scenario. Marta, the beautiful, black, slender tall young woman, had pulled back from kissing me and noticed white fluids smeared on Emily's inner thighs. She smiled and crawled over to her, on hands and knees, swiped a finger to pick up a bit of the white liquid and have a taste.

"Mmm." Marta turned to me. "Why don't you have a try?"

I headed to Emily who laid back down. "I want to taste your essence."

"My essence? Oh, of course. I bet you would like to do this in public. Admit it." Emily stroked my back. And kissed me.

It was so unexpected, and so sweet and pleasant, that I melted against her, my hands tentatively finding her waist. I felt a stray silky curl fall against my cheek as she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. I was lost in physical awareness, the feeling of her fingers as they slid up my chest, over my shoulders, and along my neck, entrancing me. My arms went around her back and I crushed her against me.

Remembering the plan, I kissed a path down her body and lowered my head to between her legs, kissing her thighs and, with one swipe of my tongue, licked her snatch.

Emily gasped, bucking her hips forward and pushing my head as close it could go. I raised myself so I was on level with her and kissed her again. I missed her lips. "You taste so good."

We kissed again. I could not stop myself any further, and, never breaking the kiss or separating my breath from hers, I entered her.

Emily gasped, gripping the grass. She found herself struggling to contain her desire. She moved her hips in time with mine. I, as Adrian Foote, smiled, delighting in the feel of Emily’s heels digging into the backs of my thighs. 

Marta joined in with us, pressing her breasts against my back and kissed my neck. I guessed she was also touching herself down there and doing the same thing with Emily. We climaxed as one. We held each other close and went to sleep.

A young king in armour with steel plates, holding a steel helmet and wearing a red cloak, and a charismatic king with a grey beard in chainmail armour with steel plates, holding a sword both served Marta, as did a man dressed almost like a cavalier from the English civil war and white shoulder length hair and moustache and cerulean eyes.

In the park, somewhere else, in another world, Marta laid Kathy down on the grass and moved Kathy's knees to her shoulders. She got in between Kathy's legs and moved so she was on top. "You had a transcendent nephilim with Elizabeth Tudor in one world. With me, you'll have a transcendent nephalem. With our power combined, our child or children will be unstoppable to all except the Supreme Being. And we can travel to Lord Lambert's castle." She leaned down, feeling Kathy's breasts squished against hers. "What a feeling. I can't wait to be inside you."

"Yes, I need your cock." Kathy moaned as she felt Marta ease inside. "Fill me with your seed."

"I enjoy the way you talk."

Kathy threw her head back every time Marta hit a sweet spot of the clit. She raked her nails against Marta's back and unleashed a scream of ecstasy.

Marta came undone with a scream too, spending her seed in Kathy.

In another world, where Elizabeth Tudor was queen and was married to Kathy, the same thing was happening with Edward Tudor aka Edward VI and his wife Callidora.

Chapter 27

Beaufort. Then came Sigrid, Callistus and Callista.

The young king in armour with steel plates, holding a steel helmet and wearing a red cloak, and a charismatic king with a grey beard in chainmail armour with steel plates, holding a sword both served Gaius.

In the park, somewhere else, Marta laid Kathy down on the grass and moved Kathy's knees to her shoulders. She got in between Kathy's legs and moved so she was on top. "You had a transcendent nephilim with Elizabeth Tudor in one world. With me, you'll have a transcendent nephalem. With our power combined, our child or children will be unstoppable to all except the Supreme Being. And we can travel to Lord Lambert's castle." She leaned down, feeling Kathy's breasts squished against hers. "What a feeling. I can't wait to be inside you."

"Yes, I need your cock." Kathy moaned as she felt Marta ease inside. "Fill me with your seed."

"I enjoy the way you talk."

Kathy threw her head back every time Marta hit a sweet spot of the clit. She raked her nails against Marta's back and unleashed a scream of ecstasy.

Marta came undone with a scream too, spending her seed in Kathy.

In another world, where Elizabeth Tudor was queen and was married to Kathy, the same thing was happening with Edward Tudor aka Edward VI and his wife Callidora.

 a man dressed almost like a cavalier from the English civil war and white shoulder length hair and moustache and cerulean eyes.

Your Grace, I must return to my Lord and husband...

You will go whenever I command it, Countess Warwick. And all of you will dance.

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Look how beautiful this is.

Remember when we used to play at being queen? Well, you can be queen in real life.

I don't want to be queen, Annie. I thought that this marriage was for me. But it's not.

It's all...

Lord Warwick's back!

He's done it. Father has the King!

Dearest wife, prepare yourself for bad news. I am prisoner, held by Warwick. I am unhurt but you are in very grave danger as Warwick will come after you if he can. Your father and brothers have escaped and will be on their way to you. You must hasten to London. You must raise the city and arm the Tower for a siege. For if George has a son, we are lost. I love you with all of my heart. The one and only, King of England. Edward.

Anthony! Thank God! We must go to London!

Sister?

Warwick has captured Edward and he's coming after me. 

Mr. Stingeley is known to break into people's rooms when they are not home and stealing anything he considers will be able to cover their bills, which Rule of Drama (or the darker side of Rule of Funny) will always make sure is something incredibly important for his tenants.

ты божественна на вкус

Chapter 28

Handsome male warrior in armour with blue eyes and shoulder length brown wavy hair and red cape and moustache and beard.

Regal portrait of a young king in armor with steel plates, holding a steel helmet and wearing a red cloak, posing on a neutral background

Medieval-style portrait of a charismatic king with a gray beard in chainmail armor with steel plates, holding a sword and posed against gray

Young affectionate couple hugging - African American guy with Asian girlfriend

Affectionate elderly couple with beautiful beaming friendly smiles posing together in a close embrace in their living room

Affectionate elderly couple with beautiful beaming friendly smiles posing together in a close embrace in their living room

Ms Farion said that true patriots of Ukraine should not speak Russian in any settings, including on the front lines, as it is the language of the aggressor country.

She described Russian as "the language of the enemy, who kills, discriminates, insults and rapes me", and added: "How crazy should you be to fight in the Ukrainian army and speak Russian?"

Her words provoked a strong reaction in Ukraine at the time, with people accusing her of inciting hatred based on linguistic preferences.

when she said that true Ukrainian patriots should not speak Russian in any setting because it was the language of the "aggressor country".

Chapter 29

“She’s not going to be dreaming about true love. She’s dreaming about becoming the leader she knows she can be, and the leader that her late father told her that she could be if she was fearless, fair, brave and true,” Zegler said.

Chapter 30

The guy 

Chapter 31

found a man close to him. He had chin-length, wavy, dark brown hair and brown eyes, that glimmered mischeviously, like Merlin’s. Tough, for some reason, Arthur had a feeling it probably had something to do with the few drinks the man must’ve had.

Chapter 32

We can do anything

Chapter 33: You live once upon a dream

Happy birthday to you too 

"You are so willing, so ready." Putin pushed himself inside her. Emily gasped. Was this how it was supposed to feel?

"Эмили, ты в порядке?" Vladimir paused, worrying that he had hurt Emily.

"да, я порядке." She patted him on the head as if he was a dog. 

Putin started thrusting when he managed to adjust.

Emily felt so many sensations, so many emotions. All she knew was that she didn't want this to end. "Поцелуй меня, пожалуйста." She saw that his eyes were swimming with a thousand emotions. Vladimir held her gaze for a moment before kissing her again.

Putin let out a triumphant shout as he spilled himself in Emily. Emily had read fanfics shipping people - many of them being other politicians such as Ukrainian president Volodymyr Zelenskyy or even US president Donald Trump - with Putin but didn't expect herself to be one of those people.

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There was the meh moment Emily heard that a Ukrainian former MP named Iryna Farion had criticised the Ukrainian soldiers - or anyone else - for speaking Russian and someone said there was a recording where she was teaching her 3.5 years old grandson to hate and bully Russian speaking children at his nursery. What a terrible thing to do: teaching someone that young to pick on others because they didn't speak the official language.

Then a voice, powerful, yet seductive it was, calling her: "Seek thy mortal base do you, oh little Lúthien? Here, within my halls he is, come you must, him to fetch."

To you I grant it, pretty fay. Not quite small it is, yet I grant it as long as you mine are. Do what pleases you with him. Whatever you kill or release him concerns me not. Here you shall remain, Morgoth of this I shall not tell. Your decision taken is. No way back there is.

"I said not court me, O great lord. Seduce me, win me in your own way. Not with spells, not with lies or trickery. Make me heart beat for you only. Make me come to you willingly."

"Why not take you now should I? Take the morsel that before me sits and in riddles speaks? Time for seducing I have not, nor for winning you. Why not tear your pretty dress right now and see you in all your fairness for myself? Why not take what I dare think mine without approval?"

Pleased was he, Sauron, that all according to his plan had gone.

"One, two, three. She's the baddie. She's Spooky Spoon. She'll scare you, you'll be scared, ooh. She thinks she's the coolest. Spoon the Ghost - Spooky Spoon!"

"You've been attacked by slime, and you can't wash it off. It's dirty! That's it, the end has come. Oh, oh, oh! Those who don't hide are lost, they're lost, hide, slime."

"The Warp is back! The Warp is a strange creature! It can remake any object! It changes size, length, and shape as it pleases! It warps everything around it! And now it's come to your home!"

"The Thief, the Thief - the thief of your numbers! He steals numbers always, everywhere! He squeezes, grabs, pulls, carries away, takes the numbers for himself! He pulls them up his sleeve, his gaze instills fear! He is a cunning thief of numbers!"

"Listen to me carefully! This problem, this problem, will drive you crazy! You're in a bubble and that's a disaster. Solve the problem, your time has started! And if you don't solve it, you're seriously out of luck!"

Granny Thistle is a magic enthusiast who enjoys wacky spells and shapeshifting, but when Daisy and Poppy turn her into a rock she acknowledges that they went too far.

Played with in Charmed (1998). After Cole is possessed by the Source, the Seer leads him in impregnating Phoebe, as the child of the Source and a Charmed One will be a being of immense magical power, and if they can control the circumstances of the conception, that power will fall under the Evil alignment. She even provides him with a potion to supercharge Phoebe's fertility and "bypass any precautions she may have taken." And the pregnancy is a major factor in Phoebe's decision to remain loyal to Cole and (temporarily) become the Queen of Hell. But ultimately, the Seer wanted the baby for herself so that she could use it to legitimately claim the title of Source, and even though possessed-Cole willingly went along with the plan, his goal wasn't to manipulate Phoebe, only to have a child (albeit, an extremely powerful and evil one).

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Alternative universe - Grimhild and VP: 1970 Leningrad. Grimhild was running away because she didn't want to marry the king, before she bumped into Vladimir - Путин - by accident. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you," she apologised in German.

"It's alright. I didn't see you either," Vladimir responded in Russian but Grimhild heard it in German, thanks to his earlier spell. "May I ask why were you running? What's the hurry?"

"My mother wants me to marry the king for money, but I don't want to marry him." Grimhild took a good look at the person in front of her. "Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?"

"Uh... Well, that is something you will have to find out for yourself." 

Grimhild laughed. "So, what brings you here?"

"I'm doing a degree in law. It could be useful one day."

"Ok. Well, I would like to do art, but as I said earlier, mother dearest wants me to get married. Unless I just resign to fate and let all of my potential go to waste." She sighed.

"Well, to be honest, I will be very busy with my studies and I am not certain if I will see you again."

Grimhild nodded in understanding. Maybe she would find someone else. Or she could do her art and live a new life.

Vladimir sensed that Grimhild was inconsolable about losing the new friend she met (him) and having to marry someone she hadn't met and didn't love. "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back."

"Yes," Grimhild said in German but Vladimir heard it in Russian. She kissed his cheek.

Vladimir gave one back as promised - on the cheek too. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower. 

Later, in a room at an inn, after some searching, Vladimir climbed on top of Grimhild. "So beautiful and so warm." He then leaned forward and started sucking on Grimhild's breasts. Then he moved his hand to Grimhild's core and fingered her down there and did cunnilingus.

"What was that?" Grimhild asked in German but Vladimir heard it in Russian, after the act had been done.

"Pleasure," Vladimir answered in Russian but Grimhild heard it in German.

"You want the same?"

"It's up to you, моя дорогая." 

"Danke, Liebling." 

Grimhild's POV: I was done with my mother telling me to marry someone I didn't love. I would rather marry for love. However, Adolph was probably now married to someone else and probably a father to many children, and the Russian soldier left. And as for Vladimir, well, I am sure that he will go on to be a lawyer or something like that and not worry about his parents demanding he married money.

It would be two years later in 1972 that fate would decree that my path crossed with Vladimir again at the university. I found him in the canteen after I had visited the library to see what books they had on Russia in the 70s since the only knowledge I had was from the Russian soldier back in the 40s. "How are your studies?"

"They're going okay. And your art?"

"Yes, I managed to make something."

The roommates were asleep so I was able to get some cocoa and get cosy and Vladimir paid a visit to me - through the open window. "Vladimir, you came."

"I sure did. Are you still worried about marrying that king on your mother's orders?"

"No, because I have you instead." A wicked smile appeared on my face. "How long do you think we can stay quiet while the world sleeps?"

A laughter was Vladimir Putin's response. "A long time. Get on top of me and don’t get off until you come."

Teasingly, oh so slowly, I removed my black lingerie nightdress.

"You’re so hot. I love it when you’re naked."

I sat on his lap, wrapped my legs around his waist, put his right hand on my back between the shoulder blades, and his left hand supported the buttocks, while my left hand went between his shoulder blades and the right hand on the base of his spine. I positioned myself near his manhood. And sunk right onto him to the hilt.

He was tender with me, and it had not hurt as much as I had feared it would. I was in awe of the strange, exciting, pleasurable sensations he made me feel, and at the way I felt such a powerful connection to him. I knew the memory of that fateful night would stay with me forever. I had no regrets - and no, I was not going to spring what people called the baby trap.

Chapter 34

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A sitting portrait of a beautiful blonde witch with intense blue eyes, wearing a purple summer dress, stylish high-heeled shoes and a pentagram pendant. She is sitting in her candle-lit lair, on a comfortable red chair with her legs crossed .

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