Today I uploaded Chapter 23 of Fey World to literotica and with luck it'll be up by Friday. They've been slower in recent months, so we'll see but here's a teaser for you:


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“In my childhood I heard many tales, and one tells of an old Jarl, a small king, who was lost at sea during a raid. He landed on a strange shore but a storm had cast many men overboard as well as their supplies. By the time this Jarl reached the shore he was the sole survivor.

“He wandered for many days living off the and meagerly until he stumbled upon a grand little palace of magic. It was five stores tall with three even taller towers, and bore the footprint of a great ship.” I paused and they had quieted, watching me as if they understood. With a smile I continued. “Though it was so large a single soul dwelled there, and greeted the Jarl.

“He was most strange with hair like a pumpkin and eyes like the velvet robes of Angorlandian royalty, that strange color between blue and red. He called himself Veles and offered the Jarl shelter.

“The Jarl told him his sad story and how he had watched one of his sons wash overboard, his other son and daughter die of dehydration. He himself nearly wasted away but found a fresh water stream close to the ocean. He begged of the stranger Veles to grant him supplies to get to a town where he might hire on a new crew and barter for supplies to bring his ship home, and burn his children in accordance with his ways.

“Veles told him it was not of the Fey, and though the Jarl had no idea what Fey were he said he understood. Veles fed him well and gave him water to bathe and new clothes, all conjured by magic. 

“He then showed the Jarl a room which contained piles of gold such as the Jarl had never seen. Veles told him if he spent the night and did not take any gold Veles would provide him with all he needed, and just what he deserved.

The Jarl was an honorable man. He did not steal from houses of the holy, nor did he allow his men to rape or capriciously kill. They traded more than raided and often chose town with festivals so they could enter tournaments. He slept that night dreaming only in grief of his lost children, all he wanted, knowing no gold could bring them back.

“So the Jarl woke and Veles congratulate him and fed him once again. With the wave of a hand he called forth a horse and supplies and told Veles to return to his ship and find what he needed. The Jarl thought he would find a crew of such odd men as Veles but as he rode up he saw his original crew restored to life, even those who had been washed overboard and lost in the storm.

“He hug his children and they sailed home and told their strange tale. This Jarl was Erik, and he became the first high Jarl, our version of a king, though his democratic council were all Jarls. Our holy day bears Veles’ name and is Velesday. As the Jarl aged he set sail again seeking the fey but never found them again. Centuries would pass before another was spotted.”

The children cooed but the elder boy smiled. I kissed both their heads and blew raspberries against the soft skin of their fat bellies before launching into my next tale.

“The east is a magical pace, the lands there are larger than the west by thrice, and yet they are one people. Magic, human magic exists in them still as tales are told. Long before they declared war on my people we traded.

“One day long ago the high Jarl, now Staren, had a daughter, the most beautiful in the land. She was brave and smart, and as in those days it was common to kidnap and ransom the children of great Jars, he had taught her a trick. It was said no prison could hold her and she often took on challenges voluntarily being sealed in the most impressive dungeons of great houses in my land. She escaped every one.

“Staren so loved his daughter he agreed not to contract a marriage from her but let her choose her husband. She did not like any of the boys from her can or those neighboring, so she asked her father to hold a contest. He would invite every eligible man from any land interested in her hand, but he would have to construct a trap she could not escape from and he could.”

At a noise behind me I turned and saw the door was pen. My husbands lounged there looking sleepy, listening as well. As our eyes met they smiled and came forward, exciting the children. As much as the babes loved me, they positively adored their fathers.

“Please, continue,” Elfgwyven urged me as each picked up a babe and bounced them against their shoulders.

Yawning I stretched and sat on a chair as they took the bed. “The Jarl’s daughter Ygreena put no other restrictions, simply desiring as  many women do a man who is even better than she at her greatest talent. Knowing her abilities her father put the call to our countrymen as well as the easterners and the Angorlandians. We had not yet resumed contact with the fey or the call would have gone out to them as well.

“For days she escaped every trap brought forth and wave after wave of disappointed young men went home. Finally they came to the last, a strange young man named Alazar. His father had been a northman, his mother and eastern woman. He was tall and broad and handsome with the exotic features and coloring of his mother.

“His trap was a simple cage, but once Ygreena was  paced into it Alazar’s smith headed the metal and sealed it. The bars were far apart but Ygreena’s great bosom meant she could not slip between them. The rows of bars were supported by a band half a foot above the floor, again she could not pass through.

“In the day and night she remained trapped Alazar never left her side, the smith close in case of emergency. Alazar fed her and saw to her needs, amusing her with small magics. By the next dawn she had quite fallen for her and conceded she could not escape. Still she insisted that Alazar would have to escape from the cage himself.

“The smith cut it open and she left, and Alazar climbed in. The smith sealed it once again and with a smile Alazar hunkered down, said an incantation, and a poof of smoke was let out.

“When it cleared a black wolf stood in the cage, gave a shocked Ygreena a grin, and wiggled out in the space at the bottom of the cage. When he was free another poof of smoke came but Ygreena stood close enough to see the wolf become her most beautiful Alazar, clothed once more.

“She consented to marriage and confessed her love which Alazar returned. He informed her and Staren that he was in fact Prince Alazar, adopted son of the emperor of the last and in third in line of succession.

“With a heavy heart Staren agreed to let her return east with her new husband and hey married in our lands first. Through a strange series of events eventually they became Emperor and Empress, and that was  how we had peace with the east long ago. Their story is one of the greatest love stories of all time.”



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I hope you enjoyed those little stories-within-a-story and when the rest is up do enjoy!