Chloe wrapped her coat tighter around herself, her nipples rubbing against the rough wool. She lifted the tankard that the barmaid had given her and took a sip. She scrunched her face in disgust. The saepier's mead was always too rough to drink. Savages, she thought, setting down the tankard, can't even make proper brews.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter she had received a week ago. She had been careful not to read it in front of anyone, but now that she was inside her rented room, she felt a tad bit more at ease. She could take off her coat and let her wings stretch without worry of being seen by the saepiers, but the coldness that seeped in from the ill placed planks of wood stopped any desire to do so.
She placed the letter down on the table, not needing to read it again. She knew what it talked about. It was simple confirmation that the task she had requested would be carried out, and it laid out a time and place to meet.
The time had arrived now, and Chloe was just waiting for her contact to arrive. She kept an ear to the door, waiting anxiously for the footsteps that would signal the arrival of her guest. In the meanwhile, she couldn't help but think back to the reason she was here at all.
Voleta was her main opponent in the Wood Hollow council. She was one of the purest aura fairies there were, and as such, had immense influence, just like Chloe, on the council. Which is where the problem arose.
Chloe believed in garnering power for the council. After all, it was new, and it needed to mature and grow. If it held more responsibility, thus more power, then the council could become a well established and well respected body of government for all of the fairy tribes in Evanescence Forest.
Voleta, though, believed that having a central council have too much power would undermine the power of each individual tribe. She believed that the council should only be a last resort measure, to only be called upon when issues of high enough callbier needed fixing.
Upon these two stances is where Voleta and Chloe's rivalry was born. And now, after several years of trying to pass a policy that would garner power for the council in the form of assuming a central currency and legislative body, Voleta and her posse threatened to tear it all down.
Thus, decisive action needed to be taken, and Chloe knew she was the one to enact it, no matter how immoral it was.
"You know, even though this isn't my first time seeing your lot like this, it's still weird not seeing you girls hand sized small." A smooth, husky voice rained down on Chloe.
The fairy snapped out of her thoughts and looked up in alarm. Up above, in the rafters, a tall woman sat on one of the wooden beams. She was covered from head to toe in dark silks and scarves. The only thing visible to Chloe were the woman's dark pointy ears, signaling to her she was dealing with a dark elf, and her dark red eyes common to someone of her race.
The woman dropped from the ceiling and landed softly on the bed. She quickly made herself comfortable as Chloe warily stood up.
"Is it done?" Asked the fairy, still startled at being snuck upon.
"But you're still small. Very short. So... fuckable." The woman growled, ignoring her.
Chloe tightened the coat around herself, trying to hide her petite body from the woman. It didn't help that the coat was incredibly thin, as was the dress she wore underneath. Her nipples were visible through the coat, no doubt providing excellent eye candy to the perverse woman on Chloe's bed.
Chloe's temper flared, this was not the time for her to be sitting through stupid jokes made by some dark elven. She stomped forward, "did you do it or not, Astra?"
Astra smirked and with one hand, cupped her crotch, drawing Chloe's attention to it. In Astra's hand, Chloe saw the outline of the biggest cock she had ever seen. Astra's hand pulled the dark fabrics taught, outlining her cock all the way to her knee. It was nearly as thick as Astra's leg, which was thick in and of itself. The woman, being of true elven blood, was as tall as one of her race would be. She easily outclassed any man or woman of any other race in terms of height and proportionality. Usually, someone of her size would be incredibly lanky, but not Astra. She was proportional to her height of 7 feet, and so was her massive bitch breaker.
"The little fairy is no longer pure. She's just a groveling pregnant cum slut, no longer a political enemy for you."
Chloe's frustration melted away, only to leave her with a heavy feeling settling in. She knew that this was going to be immoral. Not only that, Chloe had just condemned Voleta to a life of discredition and ruin, the type of life known to those fairies who tainted their aura with impure and unritualistic sex.
It was a common philosophy amongst all fairies that they were divine creatures. They were above all other species and races that existed in the world because they had the ability to sense auras and weaponize their own. Once upon a time, they held the philosophy of having the purest aura imaginable. To be pure creatures, as was their divine nature. But once born, a fairie's aura becomes tainted with earthly concepts. Thusly, the nature of their philosophy evolved until sexuality became their benchmark for purity.
The less sexual a fairy was, the purer they were, regardless of their morality. Fairies who had sex without the appropriate ritual in place would lose all of their purity and consequently become ostriziced by the fairy community. The ritual wasn't meant to completely block all impurity, it was meant to minimize it. Since fairies were all born women, there were no men to mate with, thus they had to resort to having intercourse with other fairy compatible species. It was the only time that sexual activity was ever allowed/encouraged.
To have sent a "character assassin" to seduce Voleta and fuck her without the proper ritual in place spelled out the fairy's political and social demise.
Chloe shook her head, it needed to be done. The fate of all of the fairy tribes had fallen unto her, and it was her job to carry out the tough decisions, even if it meant tainting one of the purest fairies there was, apart from her, of course.
"That is what you wanted, right?" Asked Astra, leaning forward, eyebrow raised. Chloe nodded slowly. The fairy reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a leather pouch. She rattled the pouch at Astra, letting the elven woman know that the pouch was full of golden coins.
Astra raised her eyebrow, "what's this?"
Chloe retracted the pouch, "your payment."
Astra shook her head, "that wasn't what we agreed on."
