Chapter 6: Chapter VI

You awoke, feeling a clarity that felt strange after so long, becoming wild and untamed attracted all elves at some point but all had to one day reassert themselves. The smell of cooked meat draws your attention and with a single motion you stand from where you were sat and look about to find Astrid carefully manning a newly made and sturdy looking spit with some of the venison that you hunted cooking nicely. You feel a sense of satisfaction for claiming a woman so suited to be your wife and wet lips as you watch Astrid lean over a mortar and pestle to grind up some of the herbs that could be found in the outskirts of your campsite.

After the nights of passion you had shared with Astrid you were surprised she was up and walking about with such ease even with the scent of Amara’s healing essence pervading your wives. You glance around for your other wife and catch her performing some morning exercise in the nude as Nixie chatters to the woman while seated on her back without any complaint from Lara. You watch as Lara’s body ripples, sweat dripping from her as she works towards maintaining the muscles that took a mortal lifetime to develop.

“Good morning Husband dear.” Astrid intones, sauntering up to you with a wide wooden bowl. It seemed that she had wasted no time in going through your things. You look at the bowl, venison with some common herbs carefully brushed into the well cooked succulent cut, a side of bright yellow mushrooms carefully cooked to perfection and several degloved wild lentils. Your wife was up to something.

“It's the best I could do with what little I have at my disposal. I am afraid I will be requiring some herbs, spices and equipment from home to truly settle in and fulfil my role as a good housewife.” With that she gave you a pointed look. “Of course to do so I would require an actual house.” You looked up at her as she turned about on her heel and strode back to the fire and began to set another three bowls while humming as you dug into your breakfast. It was actually very good.

“Thanks Astrid.” Lara huffed as she sat down with her own bowl and began to devour the offerings.

“Oh one more thing darling!” You look back to Astrid as Nixie grins down at her own bowl to reveal a mouth full of dagger-like teeth. “You owe my father my dowry for marrying me, remember? After all, I am your wife now.” You look at her with a mouthful of mushroom before chewing and swallowing.

“What is the dowry?” You ask carefully, looking at both Lara and Nixie as the pair did their best not to look at the pair of you and focus on the meal before them. It was understandable, for a mortal lover to talk back to an Elf was a foolish thing, but something about how Astrid tested you, challenged you lit a fire in your core.

“Well that would depend on who married me, I am sure a powerful Elf would pay what I am worth. Or you could return me to my father, that way you don’t have to worry about anything Felix wanted you to do.” You give a noncommittal grunt before you finish your breakfast. It tasted fantastic, you had not eaten a carefully cooked meal in decades and you had never had a wife cook your food for you.

You had no intention of losing your wife or giving her back to anyone. But still, talk of a dowry was not quite what you had expected from a mate who you had so thoroughly glamoured and fucked into paradise, you suppose you did have some obligation there, nothing would compel you but if you neglected such a ritual then you would lose some face, even if it was negligible.

“I will give your father his payment.” You assert. “I will make sure a dowry is paid.” You pledge and consider what you will give. Astrid nods and glances back to the fire.

“Good, good.” She says before putting together her own breakfast. You get the impression that she had hoped you were going to give in and give her back to her father. A foolish sentiment. Elves did not have flights of fancy in the timeframe that mortals could comprehend, you were taken with Astrid and would be long after she left this world as mortals are pledged to do since the primordial days.

After breakfast you kissed both of your wives and told them to stay safe before entering the wood. Moving with speed that Nixie managed with ease as her form shifted to be less bipedal and more animalistic. The malleability of the Nymph’s nature suiting her well, a fine demonstration of her connection to the Deepwood that mirrored your own. The pair of you darted along the forest floor as you made your way to the ritual offering site.

“We shall approach the village in disguise. Gathering information from the people rather than hiding in the shadows and listening.”

“As my kind are want to do?” Nixie needled with mirth.

“How many pointless whispers do you hear before you come across meaningful gossip?” You counter.

“There is not a pointless whisper uttered in all of creation.” You grunt, unwilling to argue the point. “But how shall we disguise ourselves? Travellers? Humans?”

“Our vector is provided to us, the shallow wood currently hosts a procession of Humans that come and go.” You point out. Referring to the offering site.

“More mortals to vanish into the wood? Ones participating in a ritual offering? You want to cause more trouble?”

“They will not be missing, they will merely be a means for us to walk unnoticed and returned unharmed.” You glance at her as you both arrive at your destination and she raises an eyebrow but does not argue.

“We wait for one of them to fall out of step, to be taken aside by fancy a-.”

“Sure thing boss, just stay hidden and watch me work my magic, I might be a bit rusty but this old song and dance never changes.” She gives you a wink and just shy of the clearing, now filled with offerings from the village, you both stop and begin to peer through the thick foliage.

There is a small group of youths chatting as they lay out floral wreaths and begin to empty sacks of grain onto the ground. While chatting to each other casually. You did not get the impression they took the dangers of the forest, nor their duty here, seriously. One of the pack, a young man shouted something about leaks and began to jog into the forest.

You rolled your eyes, it's almost too easy. You and Nixie both creep around the perimeter of the clearing to find the intrepid fool before you hide yourself. You watched, from the high canopy as Nixie slipped out from behind a tree with a swagger of her hips looking anywhere but at the lone village youth. You could feel the glamour on her, magic seeping out from the diminutive creature. She was plump and physically stunning even if her enchantment found no hold upon your mind. Nymphs were, after all, expert predators. No creature overly relied upon a single vector of attack in the Deepwood. The youth, who was stalking quite deep into the wood however was the perfect prey, he glanced over, though the treeline, as his eyes were drawn to the nymphs' snare.

He was well fed but not overweight, the well built body of a labourer even at his age. Not exactly handsome with what few scruffy patches of hair that made up a rather embarrassing beard but in a small village with a moderate gender imbalance it was not a shock that he did not have the blood scent of purity.

He watched open mouthed as Nixie strutted out from behind a tree before turning towards him with mock shock and darting back, pretending to flee into the undergrowth. The reaction was instantaneous, the lad quickly shook himself and darted after her as you danced across the branches overhead. It was frankly fascinating to watch the inverse hunt of a Nymph. Who enticed prey to chase and bound after them. The boy took a moment to look back in the direction of his fellow youths and the village before he strode deeper into the forest.

He called out, perhaps unsure what he saw or truly enamoured with her form with the aid of the enchanted glamour in the air. He stumbled deeper and deeper, catching glimpses of the Nymph from time to time, her fake peeking out from a tree. Her full form dancing in a ray of stark sunlight. Her gropeable ass disappearing into the bushes. He began to move faster, calling out for her to wait, asking where she was, if she was okay, promising he would not harm her and begging her to just stop for a moment.

You sympathised with the youth. Despite that such a thing was frowned upon, a soft minded elf child that was to be ensnared by such a petty glamour would be merely traded as a gift between families. In the Deepwood, such weakness to charms and ensnarement meant that you would find yourself a slave to something eventually, it was kinder to resign the weak to the state of servant then to have them taken by some of the deadly predators of the woods. Still, you too wanted to rush forward and feel that seductress’ body against your own. Without the magic or the glamour Nixie was adept in merely being an enticing treat dancing through the forest as a foolish mortal scrambled after her. With no protection to follow a fay deep into the woods. At this point he was asking for it and knowing his fate, he would be getting off lucky.

You carefully followed him as he stumbled into a clearing. Only for something to draw your attention. Something else was following in his wake, with little grace. You considered intervening but Nixie had professed her ability so you would allow her to deal with the situation. Nixie had been leaning down, her rear directed at the area he would breach the treeline as she bent over the rushing water of a shallow stream. As he got a good look at her nude from Nixie spun about with mock surprise and looked about as if she was looking for somewhere to run.

“Wait!” You watched as he held out his hands and carefully stepped forwards. “I won’t hurt you, my name is Conor. I just... I just wanted to speak to you.” His steps were careful, even as his gazed played over the nude little imp he was not drunk on his ensnarement. There was still a hint of faculties in the boy. Nixie took a step back before pretending to steal herself and spoke with a soft, vulnerable voice.

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“You should not be here.” She said, just loud enough for him to hear clearly. You could taste the magic in the air as she wove her essence into him more directly.

“We have been giving offerings, just to get my friend back, she is the girl who went into the forest, do you know where she is?” He kept his approach, now just a few strides away from Nixie as she pressed her breast forward and turned her face at an angle towards him to look up cutely.

“You know you are in danger here~” She whispered to the glamoured youth. “You should not have come so deep.” The follower had reached the treeline, Nixie, for all of her proclaimed talent, had not noticed the interloper watching as Conor approached the Nymph.

“I just want to find my friend, can you help me?” He asked, standing just an arms breadth away from her. His eyes focused on her exotic form as his mind found itself enamoured, no doubt imagining her in his arms, her wanton moans and cries of pleasure.

Poor sap.

“I-i could, but...” Nixie let out a girlish gasp as he moved closer, placing a hand on her shoulder and another on her hip, his eyes unfocused. His grip was secure, hopelessly trapped as his mind filled with delusions of power and control.

“Don’t worry, I would never hurt you. I just want to make sure she is safe. The Elves took her...” The ensnared boy did not even notice when she grinned devilishly at him and took his hand, her taloned grip meeting his own hip.

“You need my help?” Nixie whispered before she began to sing. The boy nodded and was led into a light dance, his body seeming to know all the steps. You glanced down as the interloper watched stunned as Coner began to dance with the Nymph. Magic, invisible to her, made watching the intimate waltz difficult. Nixie was not lying about being rusty.

The pair grew more in sync, you would assume that there was little that Conor could even think at this point that was not dedicated to the fey predator he danced with. A smile of pure delight upon his face, were he not needed by you then a lad entrapped in such a way had little hope beyond perhaps being sung into being as a sister to the Nymphs. It was that or the normal fate of prey.
They became less distinct as the dance, the spell. Came to a conclusion, Lust and delight played over the clearing in waves and you found yourself regarding the interloper with curiosity as she squirmed in place but did not rush out to embrace the Nymph like you would have expected of a human.

Conor stumbled backwards at last, falling back dazed in the clearing as Nixie vanished. He squirmed in place for a moment before he too began to sing. Soon the boy's features became softer. You watched as he began to moan and thrash on the ground as his face shifted, shoulders slimmed, hips widened and his entire form shrank slightly and his hair grew out into a beautiful flowing display that reached his now full child bearing hips.

You purse your lips in frustration, Nixie was going too far. You watched as Nixie grinned in her stolen body and climbed to her feet, testing the fit and bouncing a few times, you watched as the newly formed breasts showed an incredible perk for the size. How his clothes barely clung to the slim and petite form.

“C-conor!” Came the shout from the Interloper. You sighed and reclined upon your branch as Nixie turned about in horror and shock in her stolen body, halfway sung to imphood. The woman from the treeline was adorned in robes. Her eyes were a wonderful sapphire and her hair a bouncy long blond affair done in intricate braids.

“Conor what did that thing do to you?” Nixie, for her part, ever the professional, looked like a rabbit gazing up at its death.

“Ellie? What, oh no! What happened to me?!” You scoff as with a stilted performance Nixie looks down at her body with faux concern. “Where oh where did that strange girl go? She must have done some kind of spell?”

“Don’t worry Conor. We can get help, we just need to get you to the priestess.” Nixie let out a sob at ‘Ellie’s’ words.

“I am so stupid, our plan to sneak into the woods and make out and maybe even have sex was ruined by that Nymph or whatever it was.” Why was she? Oh, she was talking to you, she must have been shifting though Conor’s memories. “Now that I was suddenly turned into a cute girl, we can't makeout anymore!”

“Conor?! You can’t worry about that right now.” Ellie protested as Nixie wrapped her arms around the human and began to sob into her robes.

“Without a penis how will I ever satisfy you? My life is ruined forever!” At her pathetic sobs Ellie seemed to steel herself and pulled Nixie closer.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t get rid of me that easily, we just have to find a way to change you back.” She reassured her ‘boyfriend’.

“R-really?” Nixie asked, wiping away a tear and weaving her magic once more into her newest prey. It was honestly ridiculous that she was getting away with this.

“Of course. Trust me Conor, it’s going to be okay.” The robed girl seemed adept at ignoring the glamour that Nixie was attempting to paint into her essence but the floundering Nymph seemed to have a few more cards to play. Ellie gasped as Nixie darted forward to press their lips together. ‘Conor’s’ newly fresh and plump lips playing over Ellie’s. The human wilting under the sudden contact before wrapping her arms around Nixie and moaning into her transformed partner's mouth.

Soon she was laying back in a bed of long, soft grass as Nixie straddled her. Their lips parted as both struggled to fill their lungs. To continue her bafflingly poor yet effective performance Nixie arched her back and began to fondle her oversized breasts. “Ah, I don’t know what came over me! Ellie, look, they are so big.”

Ellie, finally falling for the churning mass of magic that Nixie was wasting in this farce. Reached up to grasp the sizable breasts presented to her though the ill fitting masculine attire. You let out a sigh before freeing your excitement and resigning yourself to watching the show.

Nixie again, used the typical Nymph method of ensnaring prey. She inflamed the lusts of Ellie, enticed her with the feminine form before her and offered over a façade of control, of submission. Soon Ellie grasped Nixie, pressed her to the ground and kissed her with determination. Promised ‘Conor’ that she would be there for ‘him’. Nixie for her part adored the attention as all imp sluts do. You considered just how long she was going to take to clean up this mess before you were going to have to intercede.

 

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