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Ardae Myth

Miernephen was once a powerful Spriggan ministering to the needs of Feglen Forest. A creature of beauty and magic. Favored by the Green King.

She tended all the living things around her. Bringing each tree to fruition at its designated time. Every flower to bloom. Every leaf to the perfect state of unfurling. Like artwork painted with the magic of her soul.

Welcoming into her arms, each tiny creature which wished to greet her.

Believing herself invulnerable to threat, she was oblivious to the plans of the Water Spriggan. Devious wretches jealous of her power, they hungered to harness her magic and lusted to possess her joyful innocence under their control.

They crept from their watery home to peer around trees at her. Their dark, shining eyes taking in the sight of her in her wispy leaf gowns. Watching the roundness of her delicious hips as she moved. Seeing the light slanting across bits of flesh visible along her small stomach. Her long shimmering hair moving about her shoulders as she worked.

They crept tree to tree behind her. Peering around multiple trunks to watch her. Often, they reached to touch themselves as they watched her movements. Yearning to have her.

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Her downfall came on a glorious spring day.

A vibrant morning sun cast dancing gold spirals through the rich green needle trees to sparkle across the watery surface of Widow Lake. Which rippled and sloshed along the dirt banks as if reaching towards the woods than withdrawing, only to strain again.

She wasn’t hiding today. Knowing she was alone in these woods. Far from the reach of man.

In the form of a gorgeous sprite, Miernephen knelt. Pushing aside lily pads, which bloomed colored flowers at her touch, to splash cooling water on her face.

While doing so, she saw an animal foreign to her woods. Of perfect shape and vibrant green.

Touching the snake was irresistible.

As she reached for it, her slim fingers eager to feel the smooth scales, she found immediately, that she’d been deceived.

It’s flicking tail turned to a watery blue hand which roughly grasped hers. Others climbing up her arm to pull her down into the depths of the lake.

She shrieked in desperation and fell backward, trying to get away.

But their grip was too strong.

Yanking viciously, they pulled her into the water. Another snake swam toward her, cutting the water. As it aimed for her, it’s body expanding to massive proportions, so it could encircle her waist, entirely wrapping her. Knowing her magic, like most in Ardae, was dulled by water.

She struggled to reach the bank. Clawing desperately at the sifting dirt as she struggled against the creature binding her. The tightening grip weighed her down. Choking and tiring her.

After hours of struggle, the snake and the hands of the vicious Water Princes drew her fully under.

She was taken silently to the bottom.

They swam downward, pulling her between them. Their muscled bodies coated in green and blue scales which glinted in the light flitting across the surface of the water.

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The Water Princes, jealous Spriggans of far weaker nature, surrounded her. Crowding against her in the bodies of strong men, their scales falling away as they stood on the weeded floor of the lake.

Each reached to catch her flailing limbs with biting fingers. Groping hands roving her body from every direction.

She twisted to keep them in view, wanting to scream at them to stop but unable to speak beneath the water as they touched her. Scooping her lush breasts, cupping her ripe cheeks, fondling her slender thighs with greedy hands.

After a long struggle of pushing their pawing hands away she became so exhausted she struggled to move. Gathering what air she could from the water, made her breathe in shallow gasps.

Already depleted, she offered little resistance as they brought the heavy silver link towards her.

The Seringue.

Miernephen, the Forest Spriggan, didn’t know of the Seringue. It was forbidden by the Green King. Because of its power to control the will of others. So, she’d never heard of it. Never known the brutality of its magic.

Stolen from the Green King’s personal vaults and secured in the Lake, it was now lifted and cruelly wrapped around the arm of the weary Spriggan. Instantly clenching with a snap, it seared agonizingly into her flesh. Heating further until the metal itself grew molten beneath the distortion of the cool water. Melting into her blistered skin until it’d become impossible to move.

Her screams were muffled by the water flowing into her lungs. Immortal as she was, it brought discomfort but couldn’t offer her the reprieve of death.

When the band had burned completely into her, the muscled bodies of the water princes fell away. Their grip on her easing. Their triumphant smiles bared venomous yellow fangs as they guided her threw the water to a flat stone alter surrounded by the high, waving green strands of lake weeds.

They lowered her onto it. And the Princes parted to move around the edges of the stone bed.

Two of the princes held her ankles and the third hovered above her. Before lowering to grip her wrists on each side of her head. Despite the lightness of the water, she felt the weight of his body planting over her. Molding along her. His toes brushing the inside of her calves as he settled between the legs, his brothers held open for him.

He rolled his hips to press a hard rod against her soft center. Blocked only by the thin layer of her leaf and vine dress. He rhythmically strained toward her. Badly wanting inside her. His grip bruising on her wrists as he held her in place to take his stroking.

Bubbles seeped from Miernephen’s mouth as she shook her head adamantly.

The largest of the Water Princes, positioned over her, leaned near her ear and whispered. “Lust.”

The word rumbled in the water like thunder. Echoing everywhere around her.