Fae's Secret - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

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When the last fire was finally put out and the dead entirely counted, Ren thought that the weight on his shoulders would subside. In truth it had, at least somewhat. His fears were vindicated, and the intrusion of angels and demons had been stopped. At least for now.

The realization that his former protege was behind all of his woes for the past few months now added new weight on his mind and heart, but in truth he shouldn't have been surprised. She had been disgracefully exiled once before, and a lust for status that he knew her to want was never sated. This nightmare was finally over, but what others would crop up in its absence?

The grand bishop sighed deeply as he leaned against his staff. The battle had taken as much out of him as it had the market district. Establishments and all manner of buildings lay in ruin. So many lives lost and even more destroyed. Despite all of it though, their mission was accomplished and whatever divine monstrosity that had emerged from Fae's establishment now lied dead on the street in front of him.

A concentrated strike of force to the heart had been what finally stopped it, an eldritch spell that was to only ever be used in the most dire of circumstances. This reason certainly fit, but he only concluded as such when the tide of the battle had gone in the way of the abomination's favor. Now what little of Ren's remaining life was cut in half.

Pieces of the adamantine golem were scattered among the cobblestone and the dragon that was summoned for aid was now being nursed for both broken wings, three broken legs, and its ripped off tail. Ren was amazed that it was still alive, but such ancient beings were nothing if not resilient.

The old wolf brushed some stray hair from his face and looked down at his paw to see it coated in his own blood. He might have fared about as well as the dragon had it not been for his past experience with divine beings, but even then, that monster had managed to smack him around pretty good. When he got a chance he'd be sure to report to the infirmary for his injuries, as his own basic healing spells were greatly lacking from what he actually needed.

“Grand Bishop?” came a voice from behind. Ren turned slowly to see a young sorcerer making his way towards him.

“Yes?” the wolf replied, his voice somewhat strained.

“I have a message for you directly from the king. He wishes to have a report on the current status of the situation,” the sorcerer said.

“Of course he does,” Ren sighed deeply and felt the start of a headache in the back of his skull. “I'll address his majesty here shortly. You're dismissed.”

The sorcerer nodded and then opened a quick portal to somewhere else and jumped through it. Left alone, the wolf threw his eyes across the destroyed block once more to assess the state of things and to try to think of how best to explain what had happened. He wasn't sure if the king would be pleased with the result or not, but at the very least his anger would hopefully be spared knowing that one of the kingdom's problems was over.

However, when it came to the topic of revealing who it was that had actually caused all of this, Ren decided he would omit that bit of knowledge. No one else had seen the fleeing mare, as far as he knew. Telling the king that she had gotten away would only serve to bring fury upon himself and expand a country-wide hunt for her.

No, this was a very personal matter, one that Ren vowed to see through to the end. Even if it meant his life or his own exile from his post and home.

The sky had just begun to turn pink and the temperature was gradually falling. In preparation for the coming night, Zakk had gathered what he could of some sticks and a few branches to construct a fire. Stacking them neatly into a pyramid, he uttered a small flame into the pile and it immediately caught.

Satisfied with his task, he turned to his mistress to see how she was fairing.

The escape had been a sloppy one, the portal that took them into the forest was so quickly made that it hadn't been connected to any specific destination. As such, they had no idea where they were, and given that mana sniffing dogs could track any subsequent portal use, they had to journey deeper into the forest on foot. This was a difficult task given how roughly Fae had been treated only hours ago.

Still, she was always resilient and resourceful. Now that they had decided on a place to buckle down for the night, she got to work making the best of their current situation. That would start with gathering what raw material she could from the abomination.

Fae sighed uncomfortably as she shrugged off her robe and took up a glass beaker from their holding bags. She lowered herself to a squat and set the container right below her backside. With a small amount of concentration and a conjured levitation spell, the mare relaxed and allowed the raw material she had collected to flow out.

Little of the stuff remained inside, most having dripped down her thighs and spilled on the ground in their hasty retreat. She reminisced about how much of a waste it had been to feel it leak out of her, knowing there was no way she could turn back to collect it. She pushed those thoughts away and simply concentrated on the task at hand.

It took some coaxing, but eventually she emptied herself of the abomination's cum. It was barely enough material to cover the bottom of the flask, but with any luck its raw potential would make it a viable volume for any future spells or enchantments.

Fae held the glass at eye level and corked it before replacing it in one of their bags. In the same motion she withdrew a shirt from and pulled it over her head. Next came her journal and a pencil.

The fire crackled and popped while throwing off a fair amount of heat and light. Even as the sun waned, the mare was able to begin writing down her thoughts and looking over some of her past equations, concentrating most on those that had been implemented for their recent venture.

Fae made her way over to her assistant and sat beside him on what would be her bedroll for the night. Zakk had elected to simply rest back against a log that partially made up the perimeter of their camp with his folded robe stuffed under his head to make a pillow. Similarly to his mistress, he had on a shirt but no bottoms. It wasn't so much that they didn't have any to wear, but for him specifically it was a matter of comfort.

Not long after they had hunkered down, Zakk's condition reared itself. He tried to ignore it by doing various tasks for their situation, but no matter what it always invaded his thoughts. Now as he reclined with nothing else to occupy himself, it was now literally front and center.

His ebony horse cock stood proud and as hard as a rock from his lap. It flexed every so often and precum constantly streamed down its sides. He had stroked it a couple times but its surface was so slippery and wet that he feared he might dirty one of his few remaining piece of clothing. So he simply let it stand where it was, getting progressively more messy.

“What are you working on, mistress?” Zakk asked as he looked over at the mare.

“Just trying to see where it was that we screwed up is all,” she whispered back absently.

“If not for the interruption nothing would have happened. I don't think it's fair to lay the failure at our feet,” he replied.

“While true, it is nonetheless a form of failure. We failed to prepare for all eventualities and scenarios. We knew that our frequent puncture of dimensional barriers had garnered the attention of those in power, it was only a matter of time before they came down on us. Either by bad luck or providence, they happened to find out while we conducted our most dangerous summoning. It could have just as easily happened under any other,” she explained, not once taking her eyes from her work, her pencil occasionally marking the page.

“But surely we can't prepare for every single scenario. Expecting dragons or giants to come down on us seems like a waste of time and resources when we are nowhere near the mountains,” Zakk retorted.

“True again, my apprentice. But that is what separates those that deserve to be in the history books from those that history will forget: judging our circumstances. As I just said, we knew we were on the cusp of being found out, we should have prepared better for it,” she went on.

Zakk nodded slowly and sighed under his breath. “How do you think we could have prepared for being found out?”

“A number of different ways. We could have tried our hand at the summoning much sooner to out pace whatever method by which they were able to find us. We could have gone on a hiatus from the task to let the heat die down, but that could have either allowed them to better refine their method or cause our situation to end up exactly how it had. There is also the very possibility that summoning an angel and demon at once gives off such a powerful disturbance that itself is what caused us to be found out. Better experimentation and preparation will be needed for next time,” Fae concluded.

“Will there be a next time?” Zakk asked, somewhat hopeful.

“Of course there will be. This is all just a minor setback, just like last time.”

Zakk beamed excitedly at his mistress and she smiled back at him with almost a much enthusiasm. As the mare turned back to her work, the crackle of the fire filled the air with sound. It was only a minute or so later before the rabbit's urges started to cloud his mind.

“Mistress? I hate to ask...” Zakk trailed off.

“Hm?” Fae replied without taking her eyes from her journal.

“M-my condition. May I have some help with it?” he pressed.

“Condition? Oh,” Fae laughed as she looked up to see his throbbing pyre, somehow managing to have missed it until this point. “I suppose my work there will never be done.”

The mare shifted from her place and crawled closer to her apprentice. She cast one knee over his lap and settled herself right over. She was just tall enough to keep his member centered perfectly between her thighs with the tip just kissing her pussy lips. She only needed to adjust it with a slight nudge of her hand to get it right beneath her entrance before she slipped down.

After being ravaged by two giant equine cocks from the abomination, it was a nice reprieve to take in something that was a bit smaller, even if it was still an equine shaft. Her cunt still hadn't fully recovered so the fit wasn't as tight as Zakk had known it to be but he'd have never complained.

The rabbit groaned lustfully as he felt himself delve deep into her warm, wet confines. His begging flesh soothed instantly at reaching the back of her pussy as she came to settle fully on his lap.

Fae smiled lovingly down at him, enjoying his enraptured expression as she did her best to make a tight fit that would truly please him. She began working her hips up and down in a slow, methodical manner, drawing from base to tip and extracting more precum.

Soft sighs of pleasure escaped under Zakk's breath with every exhale. For the moment he was content to lie where he was and let his mistress do as she wanted, especially since this was only an aside for her to do while she continued to think. As soon as she fell into a working pace that she was comfortable with, her journal drew back open to its original spot and she resumed her note checking and scribbling.

Zakk's paws settled against her thighs while he watched her tantalizing movements in a pleasured daze. His eyes drew partially shut and he allowed himself to fall farther into the blissful state. His muscles relaxed so he could fully succumb to her will, only pushing his hips up on rare occasions to meet her downward grind.

The two fell into a mostly content silence from there. Pleasure wicked its way up through Fae's pussy and she found the task of concentrating on her work to be somewhat difficult after a while. In truth there wasn't as much that she could have derived from her notes, mainly because many of her other works had been lost in her shop. She couldn't check her equations as thoroughly as she would have preferred and that irked her considerably.

Luckily it was the growing ecstasy that her apprentice provided that distracted her quite a bit from her would-be anger. She had about finished up her conclusion for the preceding events to their current predicament when she felt the rabbit's finger poke at her belly button.

Fae giggled at the touch and looked down at him, expecting to see his commonly playful self but instead found her apprentice to have a confused furrow to his brow.

“Mistress, what's this?” he asked.

Fae tilted her head and paused mid stride to look down at herself. When she saw the pointed circle symbol that now adorned her belly her eyes widened as she shared in his confusion.

“I...I don't know,” she mumbled and placed her paw against the mark as if she could wipe it away. It didn't work, not even when she tried scratching at it with her hoof tipped finger. “Interesting.”

“Where could it have come from?” he asked, his bodily almost automatically pressing up to impatiently grind his member into her soaked depths.

Fae had to stifle a moan before responding. “I'm not sure. Do you recognize it?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said back, his paws now petting down over her thighs as if to encourage her to begin moving again. “It kind of looks like the summoning circle that we last used, but it's different.”

Realization dawned on the mare at the mention of the symbol's resemblance and she swallowed hard. The abomination's cryptic words awoke in her mind and for a few seconds she was brought right back to when she was beneath him being pumped full of cum. A surge of pleasure struck her hard in that moment and she doubled over slightly with a gasping moan escaping her.

Zakk startled and sat up as best he could, his eyes wide and alert. “Are you all right?” he asked frantically, looking her over for any sudden injuries.

“I'm just fine, Zakk, don't worry about me,” she half laughed and straightened herself. “In fact, I'm more than just fine.”

Fae snapped her journal shut and set her pencil on its face before placing them both off to the side. The femboy still looked around for any injuries he might not have noticed but his diligence evaporated when the mare started working her hips again.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. His own paws ran up from her legs to grasp her hips just in time to hold on as she suddenly moved more aggressively. The gentle tapping sound that emanated from their earlier motions developed into a loud smacking that threatened to be greater than the campfire.

Moans spilled more freely from the mare's mouth as she leaned her face down to his. She pressed their lips together and for a moment her desperate huffs of bliss were silenced. Even so, her hips continued to work rapidly, striking with purpose and encouraging her apprentice to move along with her.

Zakk's hips raised every time to slam into the mare's cunt as she would drive her weight against the same motion. Her pussy juices seeped out from around his cock, its black surface now glistening. His continuously gushing precum added to the volume of fluids within, spurred on by the squeezing way she would pull herself up.

Fae's hot breath danced across her apprentice's cheek as she forcefully pushed her broad tongue into his mouth. One of her hands even lifted to cup the back of his head so there was nowhere else for him to go. He was subjected to her intensely passionate licking and he could only meagerly try to reciprocate with some of his own licks.

With a gasp she abruptly pulled back and arched her body as a particularly strong wave of pleasure hit her. Zakk similarly cried out and bit his lip, doing his best not to just shout as loudly as he could for fear of someone coming across their camp. As far as activities went for wanted fugitives, this was probably not the best.

Fae didn't seem to care. Her mouth hung open and she let her voice draw out frequently, going so loud that it must have reached the tree tops. The rolling sway of her hips picked up faster, going from long strokes to more choppy strikes. The rabbit's balls slapped at her ass with each replying move, and to anyone that might have been nearby it would have been too obvious as to what was going on.

Zakk's mind slowly started to cloud over in those moments. His legs kicked uncontrollably and his paws similarly grabbed at her short fur as he struggled to maintain coherent control of himself. The sensations were intense, more so than usual. He thought it to be rather ominous given all that had recently happened, but a sudden move forward from his mistress pulled his concentration away from the subject.

Fae had lifted her shirt over her breasts and she now pushed them down towards Zakk's face. He only had a split second to realize what was happening before his view became obscured. One nipple found his lips and he immediately latched onto it like he were her a hungry foal.

His lips formed a tight seal and his tongue stroked the sensitive surface. The sensation made Fae shiver hard and wrap her arms around his shoulders while one hand cradled the back of his head. She didn't know why she suddenly desired such a thing, but as the bunny playfully tugged at her she became overwhelmed with pleasure. Her tits were suddenly so sensitive and every gentle lap across their dimpled surface made her whimper.

Zakk hugged around her torso in an attempt to be as close as possible. He was now out pacing her riding with an energetic zeal only a rabbit could provide. His precum continued to spill just as excitedly, flowing out and mixing with her juices that subsequently soaked into the fur of their pelvises.

His hot breath hurriedly brushed across the surface of her breast as he struggled to control himself. Each twitch of his head made him tug all the more aggressively while he made like he was trying to actually get milk from her. Though his moans were greatly muffled, he still whined as ecstasy completely overtook him.

Fae's eye's shot open and her mouth hung loose in a silent cry as an abrupt surge of cum erupted within her. Her inner walls became painted with thick cream, a fresh gush resulting each time she would push down. The substantial volume overtook her capacity to hold and soon the white mess sputtered from her cunt. The heat of it whisked up through the mare's belly and every muscle in her body contracted at once.

A returning flood of her own cum soaked her apprentice's lap and her voice returned in a scream. She trembled and held her body tight against his, every inch of his still throbbing cock locked tightly inside. She gripped him with as much strength as she could even as she convulsed she never relented.

Zakk's balls were milked of every drop they had. He struggled to keep thrusting but her weight sufficiently held him in place. The powerful orgasmic energy stayed embered within him for much longer than it had before, and even after he finished expelling his jizz, he still remained hard and eager to fuck.

The mare pet down over the back of his head in an adoring fashion as the climactic waves slowly faded. Even when they had, she didn't relent on gently grinding against him, her body almost doing it on its own.

She leaned back and relaxed her hold around his head. Doing so caused her breast to slip free of his mouth and without her support, the rabbit slumped against his log rest.

Fae looked down at her apprentice with a loving smile and half lidded eyes. His own fluttered slowly open to look up and he smiled when he met her gaze. She giggled at how tired he looked but the persistent throb of his cock betrayed that notion.

“Oh my, what has gotten into you today?” she asked playfully.

“I could ask the same of you, mistress,” he replied.

“Yes, there does seem to be some kind of change in the air. Further introspection is needed,” she concluded confidently.

“Speaking of,” he began sheepishly. “Do you know where we will go next? I really liked our shop, I hope we can have another.”

“I'm certain we will have just as nice of a shop as before,” she laughed and leaned down to softly kiss his cheek. He nuzzled against her face as she did.

“Good. I'm eager to get back to work.”

“So am I. But first,” she let her words linger in the air as she leaned back once more and straightened her form. “We still have this to take care of. We can get a good start to our day tomorrow if we get a good sleep. And to get a good sleep, we need to lose some of this energy,” she said and gestured down towards his lap.

Zakk glanced down at what she meant but he already knew. As if knowing it was being talked about, the rabbit's equine shaft flexed and seemed to swell slightly within the mare's confines. She stifled a moan when she felt it but couldn't stop herself from pushing down and churning her hips to press his flat tip to her cervix.

They both shared in a knowing laugh and soon began working their bodies into the familiar rhythm of before. In mere moments they were already carrying on with moans and shouts of bliss as pleasure overtook them once again.

The night was still young and the seclusion of their camp promised much more of this kind of activity. It wouldn't be until hours later when exhaustion had all but sapped their strength to continue that they finally stopped. Resting together in a crumpled mess, soaked in a mixture of their combined fluids, sleep finally found them. And even then, Zakk's cock still rested within his mistress as he lied atop her body.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the mark on Fae's belly faintly glowed. It would have only been noticed when the campfire died out, but once the pitch black darkness of the forest took over it would have shined like an ominous beacon.