A choice of perspective

Aster was getting ****. She could practically feel the tainted magic flowing out of these creatures as they whispered sweet nothings through the glass. The same strange feeling she had felt with the sprites and with Daisy was back with a vengeance. She wanted to touch, to feel the sensuous curves of the sultry beings just out of her reach...

NO! She had to escape! She had to! As she threw herself against the glass, cursing the smiling faces with words they no longer appreciated the meaning of, she desperately searched the room for hope. Something, anything, to get her out of this terrible place...

A tiny flicker caught her eye: a little green man was slowly edging along a green tank, blending almost perfectly with the painted metal. Bowen! Catching her eye, he grinned and quickly motioned for her to look away. He was here to rescue her!

Lilith sat on the edge of the table, steaming. Finding Aster in the woods was both a welcome surprise and a kick to the groin (which, she had learned from experience, was very painful for those with male genitalia). She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. This was exactly what had happened the other times: just as she had concocted the perfect plan to get rid of the human and dominate the forest, her own rage undermined it and she had to start all over again.

"Not this time." She grinned through white teeth. This time would be different, she would control herself and work the angle.

She eyed one of her sister demons, Danielle, who glanced over at her with adoration and lust, before repressing her expression and turning away. With the help of her ration of cum, Lilith had been able to squirm out of her "chastity belt" and get Danielle alone outside the cabin. She had been willful, loyal to her master, Lilith was exhausted at the end. It had taken a long time and plenty of **** orgasms before Danielle submitted to Lilith's plan and even longer before she believed whole-heartedly in it. It was infuriating, that the big oaf had such power over her sisters. Power that should be hers.

Now that Danielle was her bitch she could put her plans in motion.
Before long, everything would be in place...

Jezebel happily watched her master work. He was so big and smart and strong and sexy... her mind was often occupied with these kinds of thoughts, it could get... tiresome. Sometimes she felt troubled. Used. She had been **** to love her situation and believe whole heartedly in her master. Sometimes she remembered before... the glade... her sisters... but was she really happy then? She was ignorant, of everything really, and as master once told her "Ignorance is Bliss." She understood.

But he wasn't evil, like she'd thought when she was a fairy. He felt bad about what he had done to her, taking away her purpose. He'd wanted to fix it. Give her back her wings and her power. And he did. He gave her purpose and power. And now she could fly again. So even when her mind was clear and not foggy with lust and desire, she still loved him.

She spelled it out once, in the dust of the cabin, "I Love You." He'd held her close, stroking her wings... and after a while he told her the same. Ever since he had been working obsessively, not on the new girls or controlling the forest. He wouldn't tell her what his plans were, only that she would appreciate their completion. Since then she'd daydreamed about hundreds of possibilities, each more fantastical than the last. She could tell he was getting close and she could barely contain her excitement...