Podcasts about Faires

Join Mistress Syren and guests as they discuss "what would witches do?!" The ins-and-outs of the Fae folk, the discussion then turns to Folk Tales and Ettique, and wraps up with some thoughts about how to work with good neighbors. 

It's Beltane! Join us for an in depth discussion about Beltane. 

It is our 100th episode! We cant believe its been 100 eposoides already! but here we are! Join us for a very special episode as we celebrate our 100th episode! 

This week, Mistress Syren answers questions from the Coven. 

Tyler Faires is back on the Viva Downtown Discussion Podcast to talk about the Sundial Film Festival's exciting return to the Cascade Theatre on Saturday March 22, 2025. He shares insights into the festival's revitalization, collaborating with filmmakers and artists to establish a dynamic local, regional, and international film event in Downtown Redding. Tyler also explores the future of filmmaking and the crucial role of investing in local film programs in Shasta County. Tune in to learn more about the people shaping the future of downtown Redding through social, cultural and economic development. The Sundial Film Festival: Saturday March 22, 2025  at the Cascade Theatre.Check out the Website: Sundial Film Festival - A Northern California Film FestivalGet your Tickets Here: Sundial Film Festival – Cascade TheatreTICKET INFORMATION: Get ready for an unforgettable cinematic experience at the 16th Annual Sundial Film Festival on March 22nd at the iconic Cascade Theatre! This is your chance to immerse yourself in the best local and international films, showcasing incredible talent from around the globe.Don't miss out—grab an All-Access Pass to enjoy both screenings with over 25 films through the day, or choose individual tickets for the 2 PM and 7 PM showings. Whether you're a film enthusiast or just looking for an exciting afternoon or evening out, the Sundial Film Festival is the place to be!Both showings have entirely different films and we are rating the two events with PG13 in mind. Please be advised. Pricing from $25 to $45

This week, the discussion continues with part 2 of Collective Moon. 

Part 2 of our Coven Collective conversation! 

In deutschen Praxen fehlt es nicht an Patient:innen. Aber es fehlen die Mitarbeiter:innen, um sie zu versorgen. Laura findet für die Zahnklinik Denta1 die passenden Mitarbeiter:innen und erzählt im Podcast, worauf es dabei ankommt.50 neue Mitarbeiter:innen in 2025. Noch dazu viele Fachkräfte mit medizinischer Ausbildung.Bei so einem Vorhaben dürften viele Personalverantwortliche ins Schwitzen kommen, doch Laura bleibt ganz entspannt. Denn sie hat nicht nur die organische Social-Media-Reichweite der Zahnklinik Denta1 und einen klaren Vermarktungsplan für ihre Stellen, sondern auch eine starke Employer Brand im Rücken.Und das ist gerade im Gesundheitsbereich eine Seltenheit.Noch zu viele Praxen vernachlässigen ihre Rolle als Arbeitgeber. Die wahrscheinlich größte Baustelle: das Gehalt.„Oft ist die Gehaltsstruktur historisch gewachsen und nie hinterfragt worden”, meint Laura. „Aber wenn ich als ausgebildete Fachkraft nicht von meinem Gehalt leben kann, läuft definitiv etwas falsch.”Wie es anders geht, zeigen Laura und Denta1: Schritt: Faire Gehälter, die sich an klaren Kriterien orientieren. Schritt: Transparente Kommunikation zum Karrieremodell nach innen und außen.Höre jetzt im Recruiting Talk mit Laura, wie die Personalsuche im medizinischen Bereich gelingt: 00:00–04:02 Fachkräfte in Mangelberufen finden: Laura zur Stelle, wo's brennt. 04:03–06:11 Fehlende Fachkräfte im Gesundheitswesen: ein hausgemachter Engpass? 06:12–09:04 50 Einstellungen in 2025? Laura ist entspannt. 09:05–13:43 Der richtige Kanal für jede Stelle – so vermarktet Laura ihre Jobs. 13:44–17:30 Keine HR-Professionals in der Praxis, keine neuen Mitarbeiter:innen? Das muss nicht sein. 17:31–22:51 „Wenn ich als medizinische Fachkraft genauso wenig verdiene, wie im Supermarkt, läuft etwas falsch.” 22:52–25:29 Gehaltstransparenz von Anfang an: spart Zeit und Nerven. 25:28–31:32 Blick hinter die Kulissen: So funktioniert die Gehaltsstruktur von Denta1. 31:33–34:07 Die Gehaltsstruktur umkrempeln: So geht's richtig. 34:08–35:05 Lauras Recruiting Hot Take! 35:06–36:44 Lauras Stellenanzeigen-Check: Ein Angebot, das du nicht ablehnen solltest.Die Extra-Dosis Recruiting-Wissen: Die Personalplanung: Mit unserer Vorlage klappt's! Stellenanzeigen Schreiben: Diese Hacks solltest du kennen. E-Book: Gehaltstransparenz leben und nachhaltig rekrutieren.Besuche die Website von Denta1: denta1.deAls Head of Recruiting findet Laura die passenden für die Denta1 Clinic und als Head of Employer Branding bei Denta1 Media unterstützt sie andere Praxen beim Personalmarketing. Jetzt vernetzen: www.linkedin.com/in/lauradieckmannWorkwise ist der Recruiting-Partner für kleine und mittlere Unternehmen. Wir unterstützen dich bei der Optimierung und Vermarktung deiner Jobangebote auf 350+ Kanälen. Überzeuge dich selbst und erfahre mehr: hire.workwise.io

This week, Syren and coven members sit down, and discuss current events, coven news and more! 

Whitney Faires (Executive Coach) stops by to chat about balancing the corporate world and parenthood and introduces her "Five Simple Strategies to Uplevel Your Performance." Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a text#127 - Finding the sweet spot between commitments in life and fitness goals can feel challenging. In this episode, elite athlete and certified exercise physiologist Raquel Faires, shares her journey of balancing intense training with family life, including raising two young children just 13 months apart. As a former D1 cross-country athlete, Category One cyclist, and elite DEKA athlete, Raquel brings unique insights into sustainable training approaches and important mindset insights.Drawing on her professional expertise and personal experience with burnout and recovery, Raquel offers practical strategies for maintaining fitness while juggling life's demands. We also discuss topics ranging from heart rate training to managing self-doubt, providing actionable tips that runners can apply to their own training journeys.Topics Covered:Training Mindset: How to overcome comparison trap and self-doubt during workoutsSmart Training Strategies: Understanding Zone 2 training and why athletes train slower to perform betterLife Balance: Practical tips for fitting training around family commitments and busy schedulesRecovery and Burnout: Signs of overtraining and strategies for sustainable training progressToday's GuestRaquel FairesRaquel Faires, a dedicated fitness professional from Indianapolis, IN, holds a B.S. in Exercise Science and is an ACSM Certified Exercise Physiologist. A former Division I cross-country and track athlete at Indiana University Indianapolis, Raquel's passion for endurance sports began early in life, progressing from junior high track meets to competing at the State Championships in high school. Her athletic journey has taken her through triathlons, road bike racing as a Category 1 cyclist, and now as an elite hybrid athlete in DEKA competitions. Over the years, she has competed at three DEKA World Championships, earning podium finishes and setting her sights on future challenges like Ruck events and ATLAS in 2025.Beyond competing, Raquel shares her expertise as a personal trainer and coach at EDGE Fitness & Strength and also leads the girls' cross-country team at Carmel High School, where she helped guide them to the 2024 State Championship and Nike Nationals. As a mom to three children, Raquel thrives in balancing family, coaching, and her personal fitness goals. Follow Raquel Faires:Instagram - @coachfairesInstagram - @deka_indyRate, Review, & Follow on Apple Podcasts“Inspire to Run Podcast is truly inspiring!”

Machtmissbrauch am Filmset war oft in den Medien. Christine von Fragstein kennt das aus Erfahrung und unterstützt mit der Initiative Fair Play Filmschaffende. Moderation: Julia Schöning Von WDR 5.

Schluss mit „Sieht doch gut aus!“ – Zeit für echten Durchblick!Social Media, die Reithalle, Messen oder die großen Bühnen des Reitsports – überall siehst du Bilder von gerittenen Pferden. Aber ist das, was du siehst, wirklich fair und reell? Oder doch nur "gut" gemachte Schablonenreiterei? Wir starten in unsere neue Mitgliedschaft, dem ReitFAIRein, mit einem Thema, das es in sich hat: der BlickUMschulung!   Aber beim „Blick“ allein bleibt es nicht. Spätestens wenn du auf deinem Pferd sitzt, bringt dir gutes Sehen wenig – dann brauchst du dein geschultes Popometer. Es verrät dir, ob der Rücken locker mitschwingt, die Hinterhand wirklich arbeitet oder dein Pferd nur „schön aussieht“. Nach dem ReitFAIRein Abendseminar...  ...erkennst du auf einen Blick, ob ein Pferd gesund unter dem Reiter läuft. ...durchschaust du unphysiologisches Reiten und falsche Bilder sofort. ...siehst du auf Anhieb, welche Vorher-Nachher-Bilder echt oder geschönt sind.  ...kannst du jeden Ritt der Skala der Ausbildung zuordnen und fair bewerten. …weißt du genau, wie du dein Popometer schulst – für ehrliche und gesunde Pferdeausbildung. Mehr zum Thema gibts natürlich auch in unserer heutigen Podcastfolge.

Die Katholische Arbeitnehmer-Bewegung (KAB) kämpft für menschenwürdige Arbeitsbedingungen in der Paket- und Kurierdienstbranche. Millionen Pakete werden täglich transportiert, oft unter unmenschlichen Bedingungen für die Beschäftigten. Die KAB fordert daher in einer online-Petition: Ein Verbot von Sub-Unternehmen im Paketdienst, verbindliche Tarifverträge, eine Gewichtsobergrenze von 20 Kilo pro Paket, sowie bessere Arbeitsbedingungen und faire Entlohnung. Bernhard Löhlein berichtet. Jetzt Petition unterzeichnen: https://www.kab.de/faires-paket

Frei vom „Durchs-Genick-geh-Druck“: 7 Grundsätze für FAIRES Reiten + unser #propferd-Bundle für 0€ Du weißt es:  … dass dein Pferd nicht auf Teufel komm raus durchs Genick gehen muss.… dass gesunde Bewegungen Zeit und einen klaren Prozess brauchen. Und doch ist da diese kleine Stimme: „Es muss schöner aussehen!“ Sie verleitet dich zu harter Hand oder ungeduldigen Hilfen – obwohl du es besser weißt. Gesundes Reiten braucht keine Abkürzungen, keine Gewalt, kein Wegsehen. Es braucht Zeit, Geduld und sinnvolle Hilfen. Unser ProPferd-Bundle für 0€ macht dich fit für Fairness im Stall und online: Wissens-PDF: Schlagfertige Argumente, um Irrtümer souverän zu entkräften. Codex-Plakat: Eine klare Erinnerung an die ProPferd-Werte – für dich persönlich oder sichtbar im Stall aufgehängt Social-Media-Vorlagen: Trage die Botschaft für faire Pferdeausbildung in die Welt.

Join fairy whisperer Karen Kay in this enchanting guided meditation, where the magic of fairies and the wisdom of the Fairy Queen help you manifest your most heartfelt wishes. Through soothing relaxation and vivid visualization, you'll craft three pure and meaningful wishes, celebrating their fulfillment as if they've already come true. This empowering practice fosters trust, gratitude, and alignment with the universe's abundant energy, leaving you refreshed and inspired. Love this meditation? Discover Karen's Pocket Oracle of the Fairies— one of Hay House's best-selling oracle decks, now in a portable size for your on-the-go spiritual journey. Visit hayhouse.com/fairies to explore the magic today!

In this episode, Vanessa De Jesus Guzman chats with Whitney Faires -  an executive coach, keynote speaker, and leadership expert who helps people push past obstacles to reach new levels of success. With years of experience as a corporate executive, Whitney has developed proven strategies to help her clients shift their mindsets, build resilience, and tap into their full potential.In this conversation, Whitney dives into the importance of mindset, self-awareness, and how challenges can actually be opportunities for growth. Whether you're climbing the corporate ladder, starting out in your career, or balancing motherhood with professional aspirations, Whitney's insights will leave you feeling inspired and ready to take on what's next.Tune in to learn real strategies for building resilience, managing self-doubt, and reaching your biggest goals without losing sight of what matters most.REFERENCED LINKS:https://whitneyfaires.com/GRAB THE FREEBIE:https://whitneyfaires.myflodesk.com/podcastSend us a textCULTIVATE CALM CHALLENGEhttps://www.freetobemindful.com/podcast-cultivatingcalmchallengeSUBMIT QUESTIONS for CONSULT A COUNSELOR:https://qrco.de/consultacounselorWATCH THE PODCAST ON YOUTUBE:https://www.youtube.com/@counselorvdejesus STAY CONNECTED:Show Hashtag: #freetobemindfulpodcastWebsite: https://www.freetobemindful.com/podcast All Social Channels: @counselorvdejesus GET THE MUSE HEADBAND AT A DISCOUNT!https://choosemuse.com/freetobemindfulUse this link to get 15% off your total when you purchase the amazing brain sensing headband that tells you when you're in a meditative state and guides you to improve your practice.DISCLAIMER:Free to Be Mindful Podcast episodes are for educational purposes only and should not be considered as or substituted for therapy or professional help from a licensed clinician.

Diese Woche mit Katharina Schipkowski und Sandra Kirchner. Das Klimageld soll Bürger:innen entlasten, wenn die CO2-Preise steigen – vor allem Menschen mit geringem Einkommen und geringem CO2-Ausstoß sollen davon profitieren. Doch das hat einen Haken: Wohlhabende Haushalte können sich eher Klimaschutz leisten, weil sie ein E‑Auto oder eine Haussanierung bezahlen können. Deshalb soll das Klimageld sozial gerechter werden, indem es nur untereren und mittleren Einkommensgruppen zugutekommt, hat das Deutsche Institut für Wirtschaftsforschung vorgeschlagen. Ein weltweites Bündnis von Umweltorganisationen fordert anlässlich der Antarktis-Konferenz, die derzeit im australischen Hobart stattfindet, neue Schutzgebiete im Südpolarmeer auszuweisen. Stabile Ökosysteme in der Antarktis sind nicht nur für den Schutz der Arten sinnvoll, sondern helfen auch das Klima zu regulieren, denn verschiedene Organismen und Meeresbewohner nehmen dort Kohlenstoff auf. Die Bundesregierung unterstützt Unternehmen mit hohem Energieverbrauch mit Fördergeld, damit sie ihre Produktionsanlagen klimaneutral umbauen. Dazu hat die Regierung einen neuen Mechanismus, die Klimaschutzverträge, entwickelt. Dabei gleicht der Staat die Mehrkosten für die klimaneutrale Produktion aus. -- Das klima update° wird jede Woche von Spender:innen unterstützt. Wenn auch du dazu beitragen willst, geht das HIER https://www.verein-klimawissen.de/spenden. Wir danken hier und jetzt - aber auch noch mal namentlich im Podcast (natürlich nur, wenn ihr zustimmt).

Die SPD will die Mehrheit der Steuerzahler entlasten und die Reichen stärker zur Kasse bitten. Die beiden Wirtschaftsredakteure Dietmar Deffner und Holger Zschäpitz debattieren über die Pläne und entwickeln eine Idee, wie ein gerechtes Steuermodell aussehen könnte, das die breite Akzeptanz der Steuerzahler bekommen könnte. Weitere Themen: - Dax auf Rekord – Sind jetzt bald 20.000 drin oder werden wichtige Risiken ausgeblendet - Enttäuschende Tesla-Präsentation – warum der Deffner verkauft hat - Krankenstand erneut gestiegen – warum Deutschland eigentlich wachsen könnte - Wirtschaftsnobelpreis an drei Wohlstandserklärer – was wir von den diesjährigen Laureaten lernen können - Boom bei der erneuerbaren Energie – wo derzeit Wachstum herrscht und welche Branchen Chancen bieten DEFFNER & ZSCHÄPITZ sind wie das wahre Leben. Wie Optimist und Pessimist. Im wöchentlichen WELT-Podcast diskutieren und streiten die Journalisten Dietmar Deffner und Holger Zschäpitz über die wichtigen Wirtschaftsthemen des Alltags. Schreiben Sie uns an: wirtschaftspodcast@welt.de Impressum: https://www.welt.de/services/article7893735/Impressum.html Datenschutzerklärung: https://www.welt.de/services/article157550705/Datenschutzerklaerung-WELT-DIGITAL.html

The three witches and a Druid sit around the fire pit, enjoying locally brewed mead and discussing a reader question about attending Pagan Faires We want to apologize for the delay and inconsistency lately. Life has just been hectic for us all! We appreciate you more then you know.

This week Syren talks about the activities of the past week, what's new with the Coven, and how Grounding is something that you need to focus on this week. 

this week, Mistress Syren discuses Virgo season, and what tips you need to maximize your spell work, this time of the year. 

Local Film makers, Tyler Faires, Tyler Lochamy, and Tom Green, join Viva Downtown, on the Downtown Discussion. In this Downtown Discussion we discuss the success of the local documentary ACID Canal, directed by Tyler Faires, the return and reimagining of The Sundial Film Festival, and the importance of film and story telling in your Downtown. To learn more about their upcoming projects, Sundial Film Festival, and local film making resources follow these links:ACID CANAL:https://faireswheelfilms.com/acid-canal/SUNDIAL FILM FESTIVAL:https://info1534400.wixsite.com/sundial-film-festivaMEDIA COALITION:https://m.facebook.com/groups/796014889127936/?ref=share&mibextid=S66gvFFAIRES WHEEL FILMS:https://faireswheelfilms.com/FILM SHASTA: https://filmshasta.com/

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 3 The trio's idle hours are interrupted by an unexpected guest.In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. During the trek back to camp, Reina lagged behind. She felt a little awkward with her new family, but she was also giddy. 'I can't believe I finally found a herd-mate!' she thought. 'He's not what I imagined he'd be; he's not even the same species, but he didn't mind my oddities or disfigurement, and he; he actually kissed them!' She put her hands to her face, blushing at the memory. [[MORE]] 'Speaking of kisses, Azalea kissed me, as well, and on the lips no less. What did that mean? Did it mean anything? Is that normal? What is considered normal for humans and fairies? I guess I can only try to play it by ear and see how things develop.' Arriving at Devin's camp, she assessed her new home. "Your camp looks clean and well organized. I would expect no less from my herd-mate." "Thanks! I try to keep it that way. Food scraps tend to attract wild animals, and I like knowing where everything is." Reina looked toward the wagons. The largest barrels had round stone plates on top and bottom, lashed together with rope. Ice clung to the sides and rim of the barrels. "You mentioned you were a merchant. What do you sell?" Reina asked. "Before I answer that, how much do you two know about human society?" "I have not had many interactions with humans. When I was very young, my parents took me with them to the human capital, but all I remember is a lot of people and tall buildings." She shrugged. "The Northern kingdom is an alliance of demi-human tribes and the old kingdom of Lindone. There are three major human cities: Thawdenn, Iceford, and Merport, with a smattering of smaller towns and homesteads across the region. Because of the poor growing environment, milk is an important staple, especially during the winter months. Because there are very few holstaurs this far north, compared to the Middle Kingdom, sheep-girl and satyr milk have become the primary alternative -- mainly because they endure cold better, and sheep girls have the added benefit of producing wool," Devin explained as he started to break camp. "So you're a milk merchant?" inquired Reina. "Mostly. I buy milk wholesale from Thawdenn and resell it in Iceford or one of the smaller settlements, charging a slightly higher price, plus a delivery and handling fee. I sometimes also barter for other demi-human commodities: lamia venom, sheep-girl wool, spools of arachne silk, pollen from alraune, the occasional order of milt, and caviar from Merport, plus a few other things." "That sounds like a lucrative enterprise." "It's a modest living. Everyone needs something to be moved from one place to another, so I figured the prospects with that as a profession would be stable." "Are these stone plates responsible for this?" Reina asked while tapping the ice on one of the barrels. "Yes. Those specific ones are called chill runes. Think of them as a pre-cast spell. Runes are flexible and convenient for non-affinity users. They can be applied to many different materials for a variety of effects, but they have many limitations, too, mainly duration and availability. I'm not sure exactly how they are made, but I think they take blood as a fuel source." "Impressive you have multiples of these." "Enough for each milk barrel, but they'll expire soon, so I hope you don't mind the hasty departure, but it's almost noon, and we have quite a bit of distance to cover. We'll be heading out as soon as we are packed," Devin announced. When the wagon was fully loaded, and Devin was hitching up the bay, Reina put a hand on his arm. "May I be allowed to pull the wagon?" "You can, but why?" he challenged with a stunned expression. Reina patted the old bay. "I can't, in good conscience, let this elderly horse do all the work alone. I would like to assist her." "That's fine with me, but I don't have a spare harness. I'll have to rig something, and it probably won't be comfortable." "I am not concerned about a little discomfort." A warm smile broke out on her face. Reina positioned herself next to the bay as Devin tied some spare rope into an assortment of loops. Then he placed them around Reina's lower torso and behind her front legs. "How is it? Not too tight?" Devin checked. "It's a little rough, but it will suffice." Devin climbed into the driver's seat, and Azalea took up her favorite perch on his shoulder. He gave the reins a test pull. "Can you feel that?" Reina felt a little tug on her left side, then the other. "Yes." "Let me know if you become too tired," he offered. With a flick of the reins, the wagon jerked forward. Reina watched the bay, timing their movements together. Progress was slow at first, but Reina soon settled into a complementary gait. As they neared the treeline, Devin pulled the wagon to a halt. "How are you feeling, Reina?" "This is quite invigorating," she panted, "although this area is getting a bit sore." She rubbed where the rope was chafing her skin. Devin thought for a moment, then rummaged around the wagon bed. "This might help." He placed some burlap fabric between her skin and the rope. "Better?" "Yes, thank you." Devin stood on the wagon and poked his head above the trees, checking the highway for signs of people. Seeing none, he climbed back into his seat, and the trio made their way down to the road. "What a magnificent example of human ingenuity," Reina commented. "Half right. The king's highway is the cooperation between humans and demi-humans." "I remember my mother mentioning it when I asked her about human culture once," reminisced Azalea. "It was the answer to the problem of particularly harsh winters that would strand many tribes and stymy trade. Though, I think it's mostly taken for granted now," Devin mused. When she was guided to the edge of the road, Reina had to maneuver a bit to clear the lip of the embankment. Its construction was mostly crushed rock overlaid with packed earth, slightly higher than the surrounding environment. She stopped a moment to wipe the sweat off her forehead. "It has been quite a while since I've exerted myself this much. I don't know how this poor creature managed it for so long." She patted the bay's head. "So we are headed to Iceford, herd-mate?" "Yes, but we'll make a detour to my friend's homestead," Devin answered. "I have never been to this part of the region. Excuse me for a moment." She pulled up the blanket covering her backside, squatted, and urinated. Devin cocked an eyebrow. "Do you have a pee fetish or something?" Reina hid a smile behind her hand, "For many demi-humans, urine contains a great deal of information about an individual, but to answer your question, no, I do not. The fact you've seen me urinate so much is purely coincidental. In this specific instance, though, there is a custom among Whitehorns called poronkusema. When we start a new migration into a region we are unfamiliar with, we measure the distance based on how often we need to empty our bladder." "That's one way to do it, I guess." "Maybe I should have done the same thing when I flew here from my village," Azalea quipped. -- The sun was slowly warming the crisp morning air as the trio set off west. Usually, Devin passed the dull kilometers daydreaming of a more exciting life, but now that he had it, he was glad for the long hours. He needed time to plan and think about certain changes he'd have to make in the future. "Reina." Looking over her shoulder, "Yes, herd-mate?" "Is this something you want to do full time, or until I find a new horse?" "If your cargo doesn't get much heavier, I am confident I can fulfill this role." "I don't usually fill it beyond this amount. I'm assuming you are equally confident in snow?" "Yes, more so, even." 'That would lessen my concerns quite a bit. Horses are expensive, and Gylan might not even have a spare to let me borrow or sell.' He thought. For his bay's sake, he never did much winter trading when the snows became deep. This might be an opportunity if Reina was offering and proficient at winter travel. He had to consult with a wainwright about getting a proper harness for her. The rest of the day was uneventful. Reina would stop roughly every seven kilometers and urinate. Azalea passed the time humming or sketching the landscape, but she eventually grew bored and pulled out a separate sketch pad bound with a thick cord. "Hey, Reina!" Reina's ear swiveled backward at the sound of her name. "Can I sketch your ass?" Azalea requested matter-of-factly. "You want to sketch my what, ?!" "Your ass! It's very cute, and I want to preserve it for, posterior-ty!" Azalea grinned at Devin. "Haven't you seen enough of her ass?" Devin solicited. "Can you ever have too much of something that's nice to look at?" challenged Azalea. "It beats staring at trees the whole time," Devin relented. "If it makes Azalea stop making bad puns, then please say yes, Reina." 'Why am I so embarrassed whenever I interact with Azalea,' Reina thought. Aside from the threesome they had this morning, when her embarrassment was superseded by her horniess, she always felt a bit flustered around her. Blushing, Reina pulled the blanket up, giving the two an eyeful of her shapely rump. They didn't say anything, but she could feel their eyes wandering over her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Azalea start to sketch. "You have a graceful walk, Reina," Devin extended. "Th, thank you, herd-mate." Each footfall was firm and sure as her legs and haunch muscles tensed and rippled with the strain of each step. She shook her head just as a breath of wind caused the filigree in her antlers to catch the light, scattering the sun across the silky hair fluttering behind her. It definitely enhanced her assumed queenly persona. "I'm done!" Azalea announced two hours later. She handed Devin her sketch pad. He held it up, comparing it to the real thing. Azalea's giftedness was quite evident. Devin was impressed by the way Azalea used shadow to imply the location of her muscles and provide depth to the finer details of her more intimate bits, especially the grooved lines of her anus and slight creases of her labia. The attention she applied to Reina's fur stood out the most, creating the illusion of movement and softness and making the image seem more real than it should. "Subject matter aside, you're an amazing artist," he commended. "One of the few things I'm great at," She said smugly. "That sketchbook contains a collection of all my most memorable and favorite drawings. Flip to the beginning and see!" Devin turned to the first page, and it made more sense why Azalea chose Reina as her theme. "Azalea, your collection is extensively detailed drawings of demi-human genitalia?" he asked, incredulous. "Uh-huh! Well, not all of them, but they are all people I've met, or care about. Aren't they amazing?! Look at all the different shapes and sizes! Isn't this one cute? Can you believe how big that one is? Isn't the shape of this one fascinating?!" Devin shook his head. The sketches weren't sexual in nature. They were so academic that they just needed labels for it to be some kind of indecent demi-human field guide. "Not sure I want to ask if you peeped on all these people naked so you could draw them." "Of course not! That would be rude and creepy. I casually go up to them and ask. It's not my fault if they think I'm a Leannin Sidhe." "A what?" "They are cousins to us fairies, but eccentric and obsessed with art, drawing, composing music, singing, stuff like that." "So you don't clarify that you're a fairy." "Well; not exactly, but it's fine. They were all happy to pose for me." Halfway through the sketches, the theme changed. Devin had to ask, "Is this your village?" "Yes. It's very boring, but quaint enough to live in, I suppose." Very much in tune with the natural surroundings, her village did look cozy. There were tiny doors and windows in trees, fallen logs, and the sides of hills. Its fairy inhabitants looked similar to Azalea, with a wide array of brightly-colored clothing. The scenes looked like what you'd find at any human town: fairies perusing market stalls, some singing to small audiences, all of them going about their daily lives. The last two pages were a panorama. "Oh, that's my classmates after we graduated. They wanted to relax after all our studying, so they went to the communal baths to unwind." "They didn't invite you?" Devin inquired. "No, but I went anyway. It's normally used by the whole village, but it was early enough in the day so we were the only ones there." Azalea pointed to a spot in the upper left corner. "The bath is fed by a large creek diverted into two channels. The first feeds five waterfalls where we wash before going into the main area." Azalea pondered over the picture a moment. "This is Lilac under the first falls, she has a well-rounded knowledge of many topics, especially anatomy. Unlike me, she has no problem remembering all those unnecessarily long names. Next to her is Magnolia, she's soft-spoken and very clumsy, in a cute way". "Any examples?" Azalea put her hand to her chin. "We once went foraging in the forest. She tripped over a root. Luckily, I was behind her, so I had a front-row seat, and it was my first time seeing under her dress. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek. Also, I'm sure she has the biggest clit out of all the girls." "You would notice things like that," Devin commented and laughed. She circled her fingers and looked through them at him. "As an artist, I have a quick and discerning eye for detail, life-mate." "Indeed," Devin said amused. "Where was I? Oh yes, this lovey-dovey couple is Camellia and Reed. They've been together for years. They go everywhere and do everything together. She says her long, golden hair is high maintenance, so she has Reed help wash it, but I think it's just an excuse to feel his penis between her thighs." "I can relate! I appreciate a certain fairy's thighs wrapped around mine." "You did?! I'm glad, life-mate!" She pounced on him, hugging his neck. They shared a kiss before going back to the picture. "The second channel feeds the main bath. I think it can fit twenty-five fairies comfortably, maybe a few more if they sit on these mossy rocks surrounding the edge. "Life-mate, here's a fun little secret. This moss feels really good on a bare cunt. Imagine soft, bunny-girl fur between your legs. This one especially makes it easy for a little stealth masturbation." She leered at an unassuming rock protuberance. "Easy to hide wet spots in the bath," Devin speculated. "That was my exact thinking, too! Too bad it's not a hot bath, or else it'd be easier to hide a flushed face as well." She giggled. "Let's see, who else? Oh, this is Chrysanthemum. She's quite athletic. It's fun to watch her boobs bounce around when she exercises. She doesn't talk much, though. When she's bathing, she just eats the fruits hanging from these vines and people-watches. Unlike these two," Azalea said and tapped the page, "Myrtle and Hazel, they love to gossip, mostly about Hyacinth. They don't do it maliciously, though. "Speaking of which, this is Hyacinth." Devin followed her finger to a fairy with tied-up blonde hair and a pair of alluring emerald eyes. "She's the class tease, always flirting with the boys. She's giving poor Sorrell a handjob while he watches Lily grope Marigold. I say poor because she has a bit of a mean streak. She never brings them to climax, always leaving them with blue balls. I overheard some of the boys say her hands feel amazing, so maybe it's worth the discomfort. Now that I think about it, they do get them more often in the bath. Maybe it takes more work to get them hard in cold water?" "And this is Lily and Marigold?" Devin asked. "Yep, Lily has the flattest chest in the class. She enjoyed groping all the big girls, especially Marigold, who's the largest aside from me." "She never groped you?" "She did. Got my nipples hard on quite a few occasions, but when my little nymphomania secret got out, she stopped." "So, let me get this straight. You went to the baths with your classmates even though they essentially ostracized you for having a high sex drive?" Azalea twiddled her thumbs. "Even if I can't get close to people and they don't talk to me, I still like to be around them." Devin scooped up Azalea and cuddled with her for a moment. "I hope our time together makes up that." Azalea nuzzled him back. "It already has, life-mate! I've been happier than I've been in a long time! It hasn't even been two days, and already I've had so much fun with you. and now that Reina's here, it's been double the fun!" Reina smiled. "I too am looking forward to our future together, Azalea." Devin set Azalea down. "So, fairies aren't normally as horny as you?" "Faires, no; pretty conservative, the bath thing was just them goofing around. Our Leannin Sídhe cousins, on the other hand, are much more so. They express their sexuality through art, so they can get away with the 'its art' excuse. Pixies, though, the little addicts, sex to them is basically saying hello. The one time I went to one of their villages looking for a life-mate, four of them were going at it in the town square while casually discussing what to eat later. No one batted an eye. They'll do anything whenever, wherever." "And that didn't appeal to you?" "It was tempting, but Pixies just love the pleasure. For me, sex is fascinating to study and learn about; the pleasure is just a bonus. Also, they never leave their villages, that sounds boring to me." Devin nodded his understanding and flipped to the next page. "Oh, that one is my mom and her husband when they moved to the orc village!" A fairy with a face resembling Azalea, except a bit older with a smaller bust and short wavy hair, was standing on the open palm of a large, well-dressed orc. "You keep saying husband. Is he not your father?" "Hmm? Oh, no, he isn't." "Oh. I thought it odd you didn't call him dad. Wait, didn't you say fairies can only have offspring with other species?" "Huh? I don't think so? Maybe I didn't explain it well enough. Fairies can mate with other fairies, demi-humans, or humans, but offspring will always be fairies. Anyway, mom remarried and that picture was when she made her public announcement of marriage." The way Azalea hurried away from the topic of her biological father, Devin surmised she didn't want to talk about him. "The adjacent picture is the day after their marriage." Azalea's mom was in the bath, sitting on her husband's erect penis. "He's a bit of a shy sort when it comes to nudity around anyone but mom, but she managed to persuade him, saying she wanted to make sure they were both clean before drawing the lovecrest. "This was the first time we had all bathed together. I was sitting across from them. Mom was scrubbing his penis a little too vigorously and ended up making him cum all over me. He was mortified, but mom and I had a good laugh while reassuring him it was alright." 'I see where her lewd side came from.' Devin thought. "So, your mom has a lovecrest too?" "She does, she is the one who taught me, but her's, has some unique additions." Azalea trailed off. "Anyway, she was able to take him first try, no problem. That's why I thought maybe you'd fit in me." "Well, your mom is, well, a mom. She had you, so that was bound to stretch her out a bit." Azalea sighed. "I hope so." The second-to-last page had a full-page image of a penis. 'This one looks oddly familiar,' he thought. "Azalea." "Yes, life-mate?" "Is this my penis?" "Isn't it lovely! I loved snuggling up to it this morning." "Is that going to happen every morning? "Of course. Who doesn't like breakfast in bed?" she snickered. Devin handed her sketchbook back. "So, what'd you think of my collection?" she buzzed. "It's, um, a very unique way to express your interests." "I can't wait to fill up more pages during our adventures!" she beamed. "I'm gonna go show Reina." She had just landed on Reina's shoulder when a large shadow passed overhead, drawing everyone's attention. Devin instinctively pulled the wagon to a stop. Azalea and Reina both looked back, eyes wide, as two large and glossy black wings enveloped Devin. "Hello, little brother," said a tenderly sensuous voice, "I have returned for my bi-weekly sibling bonding time!" "You know you don't have to, Mavis," Devin replied, nonplussed. "Don't be so cold. Is that any way to treat your big sister who hasn't seen you in such a long time?!" She hugged him tighter, resting her chest on top of his head. "It's only been two days." "Two days is an eternity when I spend all my time alone, flying across the broad swath of empty wilderness." She sniffled melodramatically. Devin brushed some of the feathers aside and looked up into the smiling ruby eyes of a slim woman in her mid-thirties. "Won't you give your lonely sister a kiss?" Devin lightly kissed one of her feathers. "Now, now! That won't do! Give your big sister a proper kiss." As Devin sighed, she shook a few strands of black hair from her face and bent down, pressing her soft lips into his in a not-quite-sensual, but definitely more than familial, kiss. She probed his lips questioningly with her tongue, but he kept them firmly closed. Mavis looked disappointed. "You normally love our little make-out sessions." "M'not today," he muttered. "Is it because you're embarrassed to show how close we are to your friends? Oh well, I guess I can settle for this to stave off my loneliness for a while, but next time it will be full tongue!" she cooed. Azalea, getting over her initial surprise, fluttered up to the harpy calling herself Devin's sister. "Oh, hello, are you a friend of my brother's? Would you like a kiss too?" she proposed alluringly. "He's my life-mate, and I have a hard time believing you're his sister, given the obvious differences." "You don't believe me? Can't you see the family resemblance?" She rested her head on Devin's shoulder so Azalea could compare. "See? Perfect family resemblance!" she chuckled. Azalea folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "She's technically right, Azalea," assured Devin, "though it's more accurate to say I'm her adopted brother. We were childhood friends growing up. I was eighteen when my parents passed away, so Mavis' family took me in." Mavis mussed his hair. "And that's why he has my family's last name. We are just as close as any biological siblings." Azalea mulled over this explanation a moment. "If you're life-mate's sister, then; then that makes you my sister too?!" "I'm not sure that's how it wor―" Devin tried to say. Azalea exploded in excitement. "I've never had a sibling! What do sisters normally do together?! Try on each other's clothes?! Bake sweets?! Pick flowers?! I could make you a pretty―!" Devin plucked her out of the air, muffling her in his hand. "You found a sweet girl, Devin! I like her -- very spunky. She's just what you need to experience the more exciting parts of life," Mavis said. "Actually, she found me." "Is that so?" Mavis stole Azalea out of Devin's hand and pulled her close. "You want to hear some interesting stories about him?" "Most definitely!" She nodded enthusiastically. "He peeked at me several times in the bath." "She complained she couldn't wash her back properly," Devin interjected. "That was the first night I moved in and before I became aware of your hobby of teasing me. I got in trouble with your father for that." "You say trouble. I call it life experience." "He was such a naughty brother, Azalea -- always trying to glance under my tail feathers." "You mean you enjoyed giving me a hard time by wearing next to nothing when lounging around the house," he clarified. "I think you mean hard-on," she teased. "Clothes are such a bother, anyway, when you don't leave the house." Turning her attention back to Azalea, "That wasn't the most daring thing he did, Azalea. He was even brazen enough to sneak into my bed once and spoon me." "She snuck into MY bed, in MY room, and rubbed her ass against me." "You liked it, and I could tell you wanted to cum." "Did not." "Well, technically, yes, I couldn't tell since you had a lot of pre-cum and a very wet dream." Azalea patted them both on the head between laughs. "You two are so cute together, and he does produce a lot of pre-cum. I'll have to try giving him a wet dream sometime, too." Azalea giggled. "Oh, so you know! He was so mean to me that night, Azalea. Imagine it: it's late at night, and you get those tingles, that deep itch that can only be scratched by someone with fingers, but he's fast asleep! So what am I to do but try to scratch it myself with the nearest long, hard object, but the angles are all wrong to get it inside, so all I end up doing is making him get my tail feathers all sticky. Then, when he wakes up, instead of helping me, he leaves the room embarrassed!" she mock-cried. Azalea put her hands on her hips. "Life-mate, shame on you, it's written in the younger brother handbook that he has the responsibility to take care of the sexual needs of his older sister." "First, I wasn't expecting her to be in my bed rubbing up against my morning wood. Second, I wasn't ready to fertilize her eggs, and third, I'm positive and glad no such book exists," he claimed with exasperation. "He can be quite the stick-in-the-mud, can't he, Azalea? I tried many times to wash his penis, to search out his favorite spots, but he always found an excuse to avoid me." "You want me to tell you where they are?" Azalea whispered conspiratorially. "I can hear you when you're right next to me, you know. If you two are quite done teasing me, I would like to know if you have any messages." Reina sighed. "Always business first. Yes, I do, but first, look!" She spread her wings and did a little spin in the back of the wagon. "Brand new uniforms! Doesn't this purple and yellow beret look professional?" She adjusted it smartly. "It even has our emblem of a talon clutching a scroll embroidered on it, and isn't this black leather jerkin with alternating purple and yellow trim fashionable? I still need help to put it on and take off, but it's a lot quicker now since they moved the brass buckles to the sides. "The only thing I dislike are these tight, form-fitting breeches. The short belted skirt over it is cute, but how am I supposed to show off my trim ass if it's being covered?" "I'm sure your ass wasn't even a consideration for your boss." "Sadly, you're right, even though I'm his fastest harpy at Wing and Claw Delivery. Speaking of asses, I thought I eyed you covering yours just before I landed, Miss Quiet Whitehorn." Reina had been silently listening and not in any particular hurry to enter the conversation. "A lady would never do such a thing in public," She deflected. "Is that so? I have a pretty good eye, especially for asses, and I'm positive I saw yours for a brief moment." "I asked to se―" Devin muffled Azalea with his hand again. "How about I introduce you two," Devin cut in. "Mavis, this is Reina D Virtsa. She's traveling with Azalea and I. Reina, as you've already heard, this is my older sister, Mavis Ebonplume." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ebonplume." "Likewise, Miss Virtsa." "Returning to business matters, I have a client who has a big commission they want you, specifically, to fulfill; if you're up to it," Mavis announced. "Oh? Who, and what's the commodity?" Devin queried. "For now, they would like to remain anonymous but will have the written request completed in a few days. If you could stop by the office, I'll be able to give it to you then." "Alright, I'll be making a detour at Gylan's farm, so it'll be about two or three days." "That's fine. It's not an urgent or time-sensitive request. Anyway, I've used up all my break time and need to be off to deliver the rest of these." She shook the large satchels hanging under her wings. "Love you! I'll see you in a few days!" Mavis spread her wings, did a test flap, and then took flight heading east. "Your sister is fun to be around, life-mate! I can't wait to see her again!" "I'm glad you two got along, even if it was at my expense." -- Managing a few more kilometers before sunset, the trio found a decent place to camp for the night. Devin served up a meal of baked potatoes and wild chives that Reina found. Azalea was the first to finish eating, falling asleep soon after leaving Reina and Devin alone with the fire. "Are you feeling sore, Reina?" Devin broke the silence. "It was a bit more exertion than I anticipated, but I will grow accustomed to it." Again, the two sat in silence for some time around the crackling fire, listening to the crickets' nightly song. "Your sister really cares for you, herd-mate." "She does. She's always been highly independent and proactive at doing whatever she puts her mind to, but she was never too busy to check up on me. She keeps trying to get me to quit being a merchant and come live with her, but I don't know how she could afford me not working. She can't make that much at her job. She keeps telling me she has an alternative income but never elaborates where from." "Even still, you never considered her offer?" "I like being a merchant and love traveling. Besides, if I had, I never would've met you or Azalea." Reina tried to hide a smile. "That's true." Devin got up and joined Reina on her side of the fire. "Wha; what are you doing, herd-mate?" "Just wanting to hold your hand." "Of course, but I've just never done it in an intimate way before, is this part of human courtship? I don't know anything about how humans bond. It hasn't even been a day since we met and things have all happened so fast. I'm sorry if ―." Devin suddenly kissed her lips. She stiffened in surprise, then felt her worry melt away as their lips lingered together. Settling back he squeezed her hand. "There isn't really any 'right way', go at our own pace," he assured her. "How do Whitehorns conduct their courtship?" Reina pondered a moment. "When Whitehorns come of age, both females and males leave their family to join other herds. Most males join together in 'bachelor bands.' During mating season, they will sparr with one another to demonstrate their physical and charismatic prowess to claim the right to be the first to ask potential females. Candidates are chosen based on pedigree, personality, looks, fertility, etc. The female can then either decline or accept to create their own separate herd as a pair or a group. "The male will choose a primary female. Together, they will co-manage duties between themselves: when and where to migrate, who to trade with, and diplomatic-related duties with other herds or other demi-human tribes. The male will eventually mate with all the females of the herd, but the primary female chooses when and sometimes with who. She does that to maintain the resources balance within the herd. Offspring are raised communally, allowing females without offspring to work with mothers to gain experience and allow other mothers a chance to rest." Devin leaned his head on Reina's side. "Do you miss your family?" "I am unsure of my feelings about them right now. My family was never very openly affectionate, and my father was rather stern most of the time. Being the oldest child, they probably had expectations of me, but they never verbalized them or hinted at their wishes. They were probably disappointed that I'm thirty and never found a herd-mate." "Till now." She smiled. "Yes, until now, but I am uncertain how they would view our; unique relationship. I've never heard of another of my kind in a similar situation." "Relationships like ours seem to be rare. In my travels, I've seen only a handful of similar partners. When we first met, you said you were on your way to catch up with your herd?" "I did. This time of year is our bi-annual migration to our winter home. I had many things dwelling on my mind, so I decided to travel alone for a while so I could think about things," Reina mused. "And, " he prodded. "And?" "How did the bramble come into play?" he asked. Reina looked down. "It was a rash decision, and my stress was quite high; and I needed some relief." "Will they miss you when you don't turn up?" Devin pushed further. "I don't know. I've been left to my own devices for many years now. I doubt they would miss me." "I'd like to think, on some level, most parents want to at least know if their children are safe," Devin stated with sympathy. "If you want, you can write a letter and have Mavis deliver it. Might give you some closure." "I'll think about it." Reina started to feel warm near the fires, so she removed her coat. She still felt a little vulnerable removing her outerwear. Out of habit, she moved to cover her scars but saw Devin watching her and folded her hands instead. "Do they really not bother you?" she asked quietly. Reina tensed as Devin made a move to touch them, but with a mischievous smile, he started tickling her. Surprised, she attempted to fend off his attacks but ended up laughing more than defending. He continued his onslaught for a few minutes and managed to roll Reina onto her side before stopping. "Feel more relaxed?" He grinned. She nodded, catching her breath and wiping happy tears from her eyes. "I wasn't expecting that." Devin helped her back up. "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision." After a pause, he continued, "I'm still curious as to how you got them." Reina took a deep breath. "I; my sister and I were kidnapped by slavers." "Wait, you were victims during that slaver attack thirteen years ago!?" "I was. I tried to protect my sister, or at the very least, keep her in the group I was in. They didn't like my protests that much." "So they whipped you," he said bluntly and with a tinge of anger. Reina nodded. They both fell silent, letting the weight of Reina's story sink in. "I'm sorry about your sister." "I mourned for her and had nightmares for several years." Devin pulled Reina into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." "Thank you, herd-mate. I no longer have nightmares, so these scars are the only reminder of that time. "I'll do my best, and I'm sure Azalea will as well, to make sure you enjoy life from now on." "I am still getting used to Azalea's; unreserved nature, but I know she means well." "I don't know if it'll help, but you might try viewing your scars not as a stigma of your failure to protect your sister but as a testament to your courage and survival. Think if you hadn't. If a few minor injuries were the price for freedom, I'd say it was a pretty cheap cost." "I've never thought of it that way. I'll try to, herd-mate. I suppose the only other good thing that came from that event was my father hugged me for the first time when we returned home." "See! He does care for you." Devin tried to encourage her. Reina just looked into the fire thoughtfully. They interlocked and intertwined their fingers as silence settled over the camp, each attending to their own thoughts. "Reina, I've been meaning to ask about our; mating earlier. I was wondering if we hadn't come along, what was your plan if you got pregnant?" "I hadn't really thought about the repercussions," she admitted. "I'm ok with bearing your offspring if that's what you're implying?" "My preferences aside, I really want to hear your feelings." Reina looked into Devin's eyes. "I'm not against the idea, nor am I particularly eager to rush things. I am already more than happy to spend time traveling with you and Azalea for the time being. Not to mention, the orgasms you two gave me were quite satisfactory," she commended. They continued watching the fire, enjoying each other's closeness. Reina tried to stifle a yawn. Devin leaned against her, imagining no other place he'd rather be than right here, warm and content. "I bet you're going to sleep well tonight with all the exercise you got." "I will, but I am sure I will feel sore tomorrow." "Maybe we can alleviate that some." Reina watched curiously as he straddled her back. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he began a slow, deep massage. "I've found one of the best things in life is a massage right before bed and right when you wake up." "I can see why." She hummed delightedly. "Let me get this out of the way." She undid the clasp behind her neck, and her large breasts revealed their freedom with a slight bounce. She rolled her neck and shoulders, which tossed the fabric to the side. "Wearing clothes feels so confining at times." "Aside from pulling human wagons, you must get sore fairly regularly being so well endowed." Reina weighed them in her hands thoughtfully. "All the females from my family were blessed with a voluminous bust. I have become accustomed to the discomfort." "You shouldn't have to! You can ask me for a massage any time." "Such an attentive herd-mate. I'll be sure to take you up on your offer." Encouraged by her little purrs of pleasure, he tried to focus on the massage but kept getting distracted by her ample cleavage. He thought of how to ask to touch them when Reina took the initiative. "If you are going to be thorough, herd-mate, you are going to have to massage these as well." She smirked, placing her arms behind her head and thrusting her chest out. "As my queen desires." Thinking he was making fun of her, "M'not really royalty, you know." "I'm aware, but I already consider you my queen." Devin leaned in and kissed the back of her ear. Heat flooded Reina's face, and she tilted her head down, blushing profusely. "You're also incredibly adorable when you're embarrassed." Reina took a few breaths to calm her fluttering heart. "When I was very young, two human nobles and their retinue visited our herd." Devin scooted closer, his hands kneading the delicate muscles around the base of her breasts, ready to listen to her story. "Father didn't inform me as to the nature of their visit. I had no interest, either -- that is, until I saw the nobleman's wife, sitting upon her carriage, regal, indifferent as if the mediocrity of everyday life was beneath her." "What'd she look like?" he asked. She closed her eyes to bring back the memory. "Her hair was dark as walnut, braided into a crown around her head. She wore a sapphire-embedded coronet. An emblem of blue roses embroidered the entirety of her billowy dress. She looked so striking compared to what I was used to seeing; I was enchanted by her. "They stayed with us for a week. I wanted to talk with her, get to know her, but I rarely saw her outside her tent. For the first few days, I tried sneaking peeks at her, but I wasn't very discreet, and she shooed me away." Reina was so engrossed in telling her story that she failed to notice Devin's massage transition from a wholesome alleviation of soreness and tension to a more lewd nature. He experimentally cupped the oversized mounds in his hands, enjoying the luscious flesh squishing between his fingers. "On my fourth attempt," Reina continued, "I went at night. She was humming a song while brushing her hair. This time, though, she sighed when she noticed me. She ushered me in. Then she put her brush down, demanding to know why I kept disturbing her. I told her I was infatuated by her, the way she conducted herself, her lifestyle. "Whether she was bored or genuinely amused, I couldn't tell, but she invited me back to listen to her stories about growing up as a noble and how court life was conducted. Before she left, she gave me a book on etiquette. I ended up reading it so many times, I wore it out." "An interesting choice for a role model." He remarked, lightly brushing her large gray-brown areola with his fingertips. "My family and friends thought it cute, at first, but things became rather awkward between us when they realized it wasn't temporary." Devin slid from her back, taking his place in front of her. "People seem to latch on to what they admire, and coincidentally, I'm admiring these cute, little inverted nipples!" Reina looked down at his fingers teasing the slight indentations. "They are from my mother's side. Please be gentle. They are super sensitive." A low moan escaped her lips as he coaxed her left nipple from its hiding place, its stiffness hinting at her arousal. The right one proved less forthcoming, so he placed his lips over the stubborn nub and alternated sucking and pinching until it popped out stiffly. Reina pushed her chest forward, hugging his head in her arms as he suckled." That feels wonderful, herd-mate! Please don't stop." Devin increased the pressure in his mouth as he relaxed in the tenderness of her hug. Her warmth and her smell nurtured his love for this lovely young woman. Like with Azalea, he was going to do everything he could to make her happy and strengthen this bond. After several minutes of their intimate embrace, Reina gently pushed him away. "I'm sorry, herd-mate. That feels fantastic, but I won't be able to have an orgasm just from that. Allow me a few moments to cool down. We should probably get ready for bed. Would you please assist me?" It didn't sit right with Devin -- getting Reina all worked up then leaving her without satisfaction. As he helped remove the filigree from her antlers, he mentally tossed around a few ideas. "Could you attend to my fur, please?" She handed him a well-worn brush made of antlers and etched with trees and flowers. Her coarse outer fur was well adapted to protecting against snow. Her wispy, under-fur was silky and suited to resisting cold. "Reina, until we find an adequate means of birth control, have you ever tried anal?" "You mean mating with, that hole?" She pulled her tail in protectively. "Do people do that?!" "Not everyone likes it," Devin admitted while stroking her flank. She looked at him. "Wouldn't that hurt?" "Not with the right preparations. It might feel a bit more intense than vaginal, though." She bit her lip, wrestling with the idea. Seeing her hesitation. "We'll go as slow as you want, and you can tell me at any point if it's uncomfortable or hurts." With curious trepidation she let him pull her tail to the side. Right away, she shivered at the slight brush against her anus. Unlike a centaur's, Reina's anus depressed slightly inward. Human-like in texture, it was smooth and pale-ish pink. He caressed the velvety sphincter, getting her used to the sensation. "Should I stay in this position, herd-mate?" "Whichever is more comfortable for you," he replied gently. Reina remained lying down. She couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but every time his fingers made contact, little goosebumps appeared on her arms. Knowing her nervousness wouldn't help loosen her up, he considered different approaches to help her relax and have a little fun at the same time. He wondered how much teasing she could endure. Switching targets, he caressed her slit with the back of his knuckle. She was still mostly dry, so he helped her along by giving her a few playful licks. She muffled a squeal at the sudden sensation. "Sorry, I've never had anyone lick me there before." "I'm honored to be the first." Devin took another taste and an extended lick, letting his tongue slowly trail into the smooth recess of her body. He snaked his tongue up and over, staying just out of reach of her clit and vagina. His saliva mixed with her juices as her body began to leak her natural lubricant. His purposeful avoidance of all the places she wanted his tongue the most was making her all squirmy. She kept trying to angle herself to get more of his tongue, but he kept adjusting to her movements. "Are you enjoying teasing me, herd-mate?" "Most definitely. I think you're ready for something more direct." "Please!" She whined. Devin peeled her dripping lips apart. Her insides blossomed into view -- dark red, swollen, and drooling for more. Again, Devin sensuously trailed his tongue, from Reina's perspective, agonizingly slow toward the source of her need. Pausing just above her opening, he waited. "Pleeease, herd-mate!" she begged. With a smile, he plunged his tongue as deep as he could. She issued a guttural moan, and her cunt gushed at the sudden intrusion. He slurped and swirled his tongue, drinking as much of her as he could as he tried to get deeper. The more he lapped, the more she drenched his tongue. Coming up for air, he licked the juices dripping from his chin and admired his handiwork. When she turned to look at him, her eyes full of lust, he challenged, "Ready for more?" "I love what you're doing, but I thought we were; gonna do the other thing." "We are. I just got a little carried away enjoying how you taste." "I'll let you lick me anytime if this is the feeling I have to look forward to," she panted. "Just a little more." He eyed her clit peeking out from the bottom of her vulva, nicely glazed with her juices. He dove back in and swirled his tongue around the engorged nub. A passionate mewl encouraged him to play with it more. Pushing up from the bottom, he popped more of it out of hiding as he took it between his lips and sucked greedily. Her wiggling became earnest enough that he had to push her hips down. He hadn't forgotten the original purpose; he continued to feast as he transferred her lube to her anus. After a thorough coating, he slowly pushed his digit into her tight ring. Her sphincter resisted the initial push before yielding to his digit, and with a little fingering, widened enough for a second. Devin freed his erection and then stroked his length across her slit, replacing his fingers at her entrance. He pushed forward firmly. Her anus was unsure if it was ready and constricted. Momentarily pausing his advance, he checked with her, "Does it feel ok, Reina?" "I feel so full. Please go slow," she pleaded. He pulled back a bit, applying another helping of lube to himself. His next attempt was easier. With the head fully entering her, he held still, allowing her to adjust. He felt her clench a few times. A nod from her gave him the go-ahead. Starting with small thrusts, he gradually switched to longer and deeper ones. "That feel better?" "The pressure feels really intense," she groaned. "Could you aim downward a little? It feels really good when you push in." He had to switch to a crouch to angle downward. He felt his glans rub the bottom of her rectum when he pushed in. "Like that?" "Yes, I can feel it, sorta, in my vagina." Reina's purring made her comfort apparent. He'd have liked to fist her again, but at this angle, he couldn't maneuver his arm properly, so he settled for rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I'm going to be sore back there, but I can't believe how good this feels," she mewed. He responded by thrusting faster and harder, his balls slapping the top of her cunt. "Rub my clit harder! I'm gonna cum!" He felt her orgasm surge through her. Her anus clenched, making his thrusting difficult but adding to the sensation. Her cum gushed over his hand. He waited until she finished. "Reina, try pushing me out." She bore down, and her rectal muscles tightened around him. That is when she felt him grabbing her hips and thrusting hard and deep a few more times before erupting in her. "Oh, I can feel your cum!" she exclaimed, continuing to squeeze her muscles until he collapsed on her back. Following a few deep breaths, Devin pulled out of her and stood up shakily, licking her juices from his hand. Unlike Azalea's, whose was watery and thin, Reina's was syrupy and thick. "Did you have fun?" "You said massages are great before bed. We can add orgasms are great, too!" They both laughed. Devin helped clean Reina then himself before snuggling up against her. "Azalea must be a deep sleeper if she managed to sleep through all that noise," he thought out loud. Reina looked at their diminutive, sleeping friend. "I'm sure she would have joined us if she were awake." "Imagining a vibrating fairy against your clit again?" "I'd pass out again if she did that." They smiled tiredly at each other. "Good night, my queen." "Good night, herd-mate." Sleep prevailed in the camp. To be continued in part 4, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

Since Ares Isn't just the fist sign of the of the season, but it in fact the beginning of the entire Zodiac year. This time of year is unique in that it can be a particularly good time for new beginnings. This is best time of the year for new jobs, projects and, relationships. The week Mistress Syren sits down with her hubby, Dave and discuss all the aspects of Aries season and all the latest with the Coven!

This week, Mistress Syren sits down with her son, Duece! Enjoy this special family episode!

Our wonderful witchy interview with Pythian Priestess is up this week. This amazing lady offers mentorships and very extensive classes on her website. Make sure you check her our at the links provided!  website: Pythian Mystery School IG: Pythian Princess YouTube: Pytian Priestess

This week, Mistress Syren sits down with Willows Witchy Workshop 

“Ep 85 Three years' worth of tales. :: This week marks our three year anniversar! Mistress Syren sits down and reflects on hers, the Covens and, the shows journey so far! What a blessing the last 3 years have been!”

This week, Mistress Syren and friends head to Quartzsite, Az. for the Gem Fair! listen along to all the adventures with Invocations Occult Shop - Willows Witchy Workshop  and Lunatic Creations as the Coven set off on a road trip adventure!

MIstress Syren delves into the surprising properties of Bay Leaves. 

This week Mistress Syren has Jacquie from Baba Yaga Magic on the show. Jacquie creates some of the most beautiful and amazing dolls, oils, spray and candles. 

Did you know there was an ice age that ended as recently as 1850? I had no f*ckin' idea! (This is Diana going rogue, btw) In this wildcard episode I tell you about a series of events in England during Shakespeare's time called the Frost Faires. They were how the Early Modern people (Shakespeare's peeps) made the most of their own climate disasters. My classmates and I set up a present day Frost Faire and here's a bit o what I learned during that process as well as some fun facts about Yew trees (which are really fucking cool!). --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/fckshakespeare/support

Hear the story by The Library Fairy of the fairies and the trolls... and the magical language they discover to communicate with each other. Narrated with music, imagination and memorable characters. Please go to TheLibraryFairy.com and click on audiobooks for a host of fun stories!Support the show This podcast is transforming into audiobooks! Please go to TheLibraryFairy.com and click on audiobooks for more terrific tales.

This week Mistress Syren sits down with Coven member Andrew, and Husband Dave as they recap thier recent trip to New Orleans! Swamp Tours, Petting Alligators and MORE! 

This week, Mistress Syren talks about the connection of the Fae ad Samhain. Also, she discuses fun folklore, tidbits and more about Samhain traditions! 

This week, Mistress Syren discuses Libra season and how to deal with its different and sometimes challenging energies. Coven updates, and more! 

This week, Mistress Syren sits down with some members of the Coven and discuss how to effectivly work together and support each other when you have different deities. Working within the community and more! 

This week, Esoterica stops in for a visit and we talk about the energies at work in the world right now with the recent occurance of the blue moon. What changes are we seeing and likely to see with regards everyones ability to access magical energies and resources. How spirituality is on the rise, and more! 

This week we talk about the properites of moonstone and blue Pisces full moon! 

This week, Mistress Syren sits down with Jamie Della for an in depth interview!  Make sure to check out Jamie on IG: @jamiedellawrites and make sure to hit up her website: Jamiedella.com

This week, Mistress Syren recaps the horror and lifestyle show Midsummer Scream which the Coven recently attended in Long Beach, Ca. Then we talk about Leo Season. Tips for maximizing this time of year and more! Also, send us your ghost stories! We're going to feature YOUR ghost stories in upcoming episodes! So, make sure to share them with us.  Send your stories to talesfromthecovenjs@gmail.com    

Der ehemalige US-Präsident Donald Trump hat die Abberufung der US-Bundesrichterin am Bezirksgericht, Tanya Chutkan, beantragt. Sie verhandelt die Anklage gegen Trump wegen der Anfechtung der Präsidentschaftswahlen 2020 und anderer Vergehen im Zusammenhang mit den Ereignissen um den 6. Januar 2021. Web: https://www.epochtimes.de Probeabo der Epoch Times Wochenzeitung: https://bit.ly/EpochProbeabo Twitter: https://twitter.com/EpochTimesDE YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC81ACRSbWNgmnVSK6M1p_Ug Telegram: https://t.me/epochtimesde Gettr: https://gettr.com/user/epochtimesde Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EpochTimesWelt/ Unseren Podcast finden Sie unter anderem auch hier: iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/at/podcast/etdpodcast/id1496589910 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/277zmVduHgYooQyFIxPH97 Unterstützen Sie unabhängigen Journalismus: Per Paypal: http://bit.ly/SpendenEpochTimesDeutsch Per Banküberweisung (Epoch Times Europe GmbH, IBAN: DE 2110 0700 2405 2550 5400, BIC/SWIFT: DEUTDEDBBER, Verwendungszweck: Spenden) Vielen Dank! © 2023 Epoch Times

Ms. Syren discuses the properties of lavender, some ancient practices in its use, and the gorwing and cultivation of this amazing gift. 

This week, Mistress Syren discuses the virutes and pitfalls of negotiationg Venus in Retrograde. How to navigate this unique time of year and maximize your personal growth and understanding. 

Mistress Syren talks about ways to use Gemini energy effectivly in your life. 

Interludes: Black Balloons is a new sound installation by Shade Podcast and Axel Kacoutié now showing at Tate Gallery. Responding to Liz Johnson Artur's display Time don't run here, the piece references Artur's Black Lives Matter protest images and works from her ongoing Black Balloon Archive documenting people in Africa, and of the African and Caribbean diasporas. Experience Liz Johnson Artur's work with the ear and body. How does sound change how you see the works? What pulses through you when you see the images, braille and thread? The soundscape features the voices of Liz Johnson Artur, artists Imogen Faires and Jamel Alatise from Theatre Peckham, and Research and Interpretation Artist Resident, Marie Smith. It includes extracts from Poetry as Protest, Protest as Poetry, a poem by Faires and Alatise responding to the display and performed live at Tate Modern in April 2023.Visit the installation at Tate Modern, Natalie Bell Building, Level 2 West Room 4, Artist and Society. Black Balloons will play in the gallery at the following times: 11.00am, 12.00pm, 1.00pm, 3.00pm, 4.00pm, 5.00pm.Interludes is an ongoing sound collaboration between Lou Mensah of Shade Podcast and the audio artist Axel Kacoutié.Produced by Lou MensahCreated by Axel Kacoutié Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/shadepodcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week Mistress Syren enjoys some family time, and sits down with her Mom, Daughter and, Nephews.

Guest Bio:Kevin Faires is one of the USA's top professional strongmen. Kevin finished 7th at the 2020 World's Strongest Man finals. At 6', 2” and around 280lb, Faires is often the smallest man in any open class contest, however this has not prevented him from breaking several world records for strength.

In our special seven year anniversary episode we talk with pro strongman Big Kevin Faires. We talk about what goes into grip strength, his life compared to Ferris Bueller's, and pastromi burgers.  We also released the new info on our new limited edition Podcast Tee and the Drink Spotter Lite! Juggernaut AI: juggernautai.app and use code MASSENOMICS to save 10% The Strength Co: https://store.thestrength.co/ BearFoot Shoes: https://bearfoot.store/ and use code MASSENOMICS to save 10% Swiss Link: https://www.swisslink.com and use code MASS to save 15% Spud Inc: https://www.spud-inc-straps.com/ Texas Power Bars: https://www.texaspowerbars.com/