To all,
Due to the interest in this series I have continued. But really this is just a continued flirt with an old friend and lover of mine. Priss, and my friend, with long legs to wrap around you, sensitive large nipples to suck on and the wettest pussy to enjoy, is a reminder of a woman's inner erotic sensuality and ability to entice and promote artistic growth. Both Priss and my friend are the most sexy, sensual, and horny female creatures I have ever fantasized about.
Any Fae, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of North East Fae.
Chapter 8
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Down the hallway, a black shadow moved and then drifted off. It had felt the magical presence of the Succubae, the witch, and that abomination of fairy blood. But the new baby was a different story. Some say it fit into a story of old, a portent of things to come. None of that was his business. He was just to report what he saw and felt.
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The hospital administrators were glad when the new family unit went home the next morning. Nothing was right since they had arrived to have their "bundle of joy." There was proof that things had taken quite the odd turn since the arrival of the impossibly hot women and then the birth of the little girl.
First, custodial staff found old Dr. Sassaby banging two of the OB nurses like he was 18 years old. Then they found one of the ambulances turned into a sexual dungeon with one of the orderlies strapped to the gurney. He was being whipped on one end and receiving a golden shower on the other. The participants though, of all people, were none other than Hospital HR staff!
The morning departure of the father, mother and their 'friends,' was accompanied by half the male employees of the hospital, security staff and many other locals. All waved goodbye and yelled wishes of good fortune.
"Thank the fucking gods," stated the CEO as he watched the car exit the parking lot and make a right on main street.
"I second that comment," stated Pam Ephron, the new head of surgery after the original head was found in a large makeshift diaper, being whipped while tied to an office chair. He was hauled out of his office covered in his own cum. Negotiations were underway to find someone to clean his office.
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Drew helped Ginny out of the car and in through the back door. Priss and Glenda had gone on ahead to 'clean up'. They greeted the new parents with an open door and kisses. Ginny immediately started stripping off clothes as she headed upstairs.
"Drew, bring the baby and get your ass up here." Drew's eyes followed her swishing ass up the stairs. Drew just looked at Priss and Glenda and shrugged.
Sarah just sat in her carrier, gurgling, and cooing as she was lifted by her father and taken up the stairs.
Drew reached the top of the stairs and froze. Ginny was also frozen staring at the bedroom. Their bedroom had been transformed. A playpen in one corner, a baby bed next to the grownup bed. A changing table wedged in by the dresser.
"Hey, you two sex dolls, get up here," demanded Ginny.
As they crested the second-floor landing, they found Ginny with her hands on her hips. A smile covered her face, but they could tell she had questions.
"So, when did you have time to do all of this?" Ginny questioned. "You were in the delivery room with me and pretty much all of the time following, until just a couple of hours ago."
Priss and Glenda looked at each other and shrugged. "We know people," was the only thing Ginny could get out of them.
"Ok, get out," and with a huge smile she shoved Drew backwards on the bed.
He automatically brought the baby carrier with him, and it bounced on the bed next to him. The baby thought it was so much fun to be bounced as her mom crawled on top of her Dad pulling clothes off. Sarah just shrieked and gurgled in laughter.
The parents were so busy making love, they did not notice the reddish glow to their daughter's eyes as she fed off their sexual energy. Sarah was growing stronger very quickly and their energy just added to her progress.
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The next 6 months went amazingly smooth considering the change in their lives. Drew was back to work, and Ginny started doing the books for the bar again. They just did a switch off with their little girl depending on hours and schedule. They also had partial time babysitters in Priss or Glenda or both. The lower bedroom became officially theirs and depending on their travels, they just stayed there and became a true family.
The playpen became a fixture in the living room and a highchair became the added seat at the table. Sarah could stand on her own at 6 months and was crawling everywhere. A gate was erected at the stairs when Priss found her heading up to the master bedroom to find Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad were busy loving each other, and Sarah was drawn to the power of the sex.
So, things became sort of normal for the little family. Magic was held to a minimum and everyone behaved, trying to keep a lid on all the secrets.
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After 6 months Ginny took back her schedule of night manager. Drew would swing by after work and pick up the baby at the bar and then head home to an easy dinner. If Priss or Glenda was at the apartment, it was ok for Drew to play. The rules were Ginny got to hear about it when she got home and Drew or those two sexy women had to take Ginny to bed and give her an orgasm or two.
The arrangement had all the angles worked out, well except for the magic.
Drew walked in on a Friday night. He had received a text from Ginny that there had been an incident at the Bar when Priss and Glenda picked up Sarah, but that it seemed to be "worked out".
Drew could hear female laughter before he even got the door open. When he opened the back door and hung his coat. The laughter, both adult and infant was infectious. Drew rounded the corner and beheld a sight.
Sarah was standing in her playpen, laughing, and pointing. She saw her daddy and held up her hands in the universal "pick me up" sign. Priss and Glenda in skimpy lace bra and panty sets, were sitting entwined on the couch watching. A naked, winged Barbie doll was fluttering and hovering around a small creature hopping on the floor. The creature was hilarious looking. It resembled a partial human cotton tailed rabbit.
Admittedly Drew had to say to himself that it had a terrified look on its mostly sort of human face, but the mixture of human and rabbit was very well proportioned and very well done. Drew shook his head and just wondered how he could even think that way. This whole magic thing was slowly changing him.
Drew slowly walked over to his daughter and reached out. "Good evening, your majesty," and nodded his head in a bow to the floating Barbie. He then turned his attention to the couch, "So, I assume, that is the 'worked out' problem Ginny mentioned?"
Before anyone could respond, Drew felt something on his hands, and he heard "Oh my," in a beautiful Irish lilt from the couch. He spun his head to the couch and saw both Priss and Glenda with big eyes looking past him.
He rotated his view and saw his daughter with pink wings sprouting from her back. She was fluttering and giggling and fluttering some more. He reached over and picked up his sprite and heaved a sigh.
"Now what are we gonna do, my beautiful daughter?" Drew looked her over and could not see any tears in her onesie just a pair of wings sprouting from his daughter.
"How do we explain this to your mom?" Drew said exasperated.
Sarah was wiggling, trying to get down. Her eyes had the human bunny in their sights, and she wanted to get down to play.
Drew did the reasonable thing and put her back in the playpen. She was having so much fun fluttering and turning her head to see her light crimson wings, that she forgot about the terrified fuzzy thing in the living room.
"Did you two drunken Irish tarts drink all my wine?" Drew asked using one of Priss's favorite terms.
"I'll have you know that I brought a case of Italian wine back from my last trip. Not as good as the California stuff, but fairly good." Glenda responded. "Oh, plus two bottles of private Irish whiskey."
"My thanks, Glenda. Great-great Grandma Priscilla just likes to drink." Drew responded in jest.
'With all my love, mi Boyo, fuck off. You have not seen what I brought yet," Priss responded.
Through all this the naked Barbie sat quietly on the armrest of the sofa.
Drew headed to the kitchen and stopped, turned, and tried to be a bit civil. 'Your majesty, would you like some wine?"
'Yes, thank you and I appreciate you thinking of me. These two, are the most wanton women I have been around in a while. They refuse to address me and tend to me as befitting my station in life."
A slightly slurry "fuck off" came from Priss.
Drew got to the kitchen and poured himself a very stiff whiskey and then filled his wine glass. He held the wine bottle and did not know what to do for the Queen. Your majesty, are you staying your regular size?"
"Yes of course, your human is not around. My wings stay unsheathed, just like your daughter." She said with a smile.
The last comment did it for Drew. He grabbed two sippy cups and put apple juice in the lion king cup and wine in the Barbie cup. He snapped the lids and gave one to his bouncing, fluttering, giggling daughter.
The other went to the queen. The two Irish tarts lost it and started to giggle, then laugh, then laugh so hard, Glenda rolled off the sofa.
The queen, ignoring the other two females, saw the size and application of the sippy cup. She determined it was perfect for its intended purpose and started to drink her wine.
Drew felt the whiskey slide down to his toes and then back up. He had skipped lunch due to an odd meeting and he was regretting it.
"So, will someone please explain 'Peter Rabbit' to me?" requested Drew.
"Well you see," Priss started with a bit of an 'urp', "We go to pick up our wee lassie from Ginny and this rather good looking arsehole," Priss paused to look at the human-bunny shivering in the corner.
"This Arsehole decides that either Glenda, the good witch..."
"Oh, fuck off" Glenda cut in.
"If I may continue. This arsehole decides one of us, or both, need to be his date tonight. When we politely explain that we are the hot babysitters for our little niece, he decides he is going to go home with us to 'help' us babysit." Another urp and Priss takes another drink of her brew.
Glenda cuts in, no less drunk,"So we are home with our precious little package and dress down for some fun before you get home." She pauses swiping her hand over the scanty lace undergarments adorning Priss and Glenda's body.
"We were hoping to entice you when you arrived home to play a bit." Glenda commented with a little more than a common lustful gaze.
