Sigur sat back in his oak chair, glowering as he absentmindedly rubbed his rough palms across the equally rough table top in front of him. Everything in his quarters was rough, it was ill fated for a Pixie to be surrounded by soft or decorative things. Eventually they would make the Pixie himself soft, and Sigur, nor the warrens, had no need for a soft elder. Someone had to be strong to keep these Warrens running correctly. He was a massive Pixie, and age only seemed to have affected him with a certain cold dignity. Unlike his younger brother Iglis, who each day showed himself to be more of a liability than the useful pawn he once was. Sigur had a feeling Iglis would have to retire soon, and it would be done forcibly if need be. His brother had once been useful for his strength, but he had never been known for his cunning or his intellect. The Pixie was a buffoon, if he couldn't kill his way through something than he was useless. No doubt he expected to be elected to the elder council next, he had always thought highly of himself. Sigur had been playing with the thought for a while, debating on the benefits and negatives of such an event. No doubt his idiot brother would lend his voice to his own, giving strength to his words in the council, but so too would Sigur share in any of Iglis' possible blunders. Which knowing Iglis, he would be sure to make many. His fingers followed the curves of the table, seeking out crevasses to probe, trying to engage in work of their own to match his thoughts. These were thoughts for another day though, today Sigur had some unpleasant work to attend to, though he himself reveled in it.
Today Sigur would decide the fate of a wayward Faerie who threatened the warrens with her obstinance. It was work best kept from the rest of the council, as lead elder Sigur had the final say in the majority of matters. Thus he often exercised his power to not inform the others of his work, they need only know he worked towards establishing and maintaining the future glory of the warrens. Except for a few trusted political allies of course. Elder Uthor, a former scribe, was always more than agreeable when it came to Sigur's running of the warrens, just so long as his scribes were given free reign to note and glean any information that might be gained from the execution of said policies. Elder Yena of the instructors kept her mouth shut, just so long as her children and their children were awarded minor positions of power here and there. Sigur was not adverse to throwing a dog a bone if it would gain him it's support, and so it was with the other two elders. The others sought to oppose Sigur off and on when it pleased them, to maintain what little authority they had. They were not quite so strong as Sigur and his allies, as they were the oldest and most well respected of the elders, but they could be a thorn in his side when they wanted to. Especially that young upstart Naelli, an elder only in name. Sigur had greatly opposed her being accepted as an elder, the youngest elder ever, and she had not forgotten it. She was barely the age of the average instructor, but the other elders had eaten up her girlish charm and "noble" work towards the betterment of the wards. She was one of the few Faeries who genuinely cared about a greater future for the residents of the warrens more than she cared about herself, and Sigur didn't need an idealistic fool like her making his job harder. At every council since her induction she had been the first and loudest to oppose him, and he was growing tired of it. He wanted nothing more than to bend the petite little faerie over the council table and fuck her ass raw until she begged him for forgiveness in front of the elders. Maybe then they would know he was not to be trifled with. He could practically see her luscious tits mashed against the tabletop, straining under her. See her creamy ass jiggle and feel it constrict oh so pleasurably around his cock with each thrust, her wavy orange bouncing along with the rest of her as she tossed her head and moaned. His hand strayed from the table and slid down to grab hold of the massive erection that was growing, when there was a sudden and loud knock at the door.
Sigur groaned in annoyance, after all this waiting now they finally showed up. He had been receiving reports of a young faerie complaining of the pixies to the other faeries, spouting off half baked conspiracy claims and other such nonsense. Unfortunately some of it was a little close to the truth, and she needed to be taken care of. Even if what she said had been entirely false though, a Faerie couldn't be allowed to sneak about instilling insurrection in the others. Sigur just had to decide how to deal with. "...sir?" came through the door muffled, the Pixie obviously unsure what to do in the face of silence. "Come in, Come in," Sigur called to him loudly, slipping on a falsely warm face. Though the smile he gave when the Faerie was escorted in was a real one, and a huge one at that.
Kirim entered the room awkwardly, closing the door behind the Faerie as she slowly entered. Sigur had found the Pixie amiable to his wishes, and capable of handling them, so he had been rapidly promoting the young Pixie. But Kirim seemed to still be uncomfortable in his presence and unsure of himself. He would grow out of it with time, for the moment Sigur had what he needed, a capable and discreet Pixie. The faerie though caught his attention entirely, and filled him with glee. Loi was a second year Faerie, creamy skinned and petite, she had disappointingly small though perky tits, though she had a nice little ass on her to make up for it. None of that mattered much to Sigur though, what mattered most, was that she was Naelli's younger, and only, sister. She was staring at him suspiciously with her long lashed green eyes, her sultry lips in a frown. She shared her sisters orange hair, though she kept hers at shoulder length. Sigur couldn't believe his luck, it was if the gods themselves dropped her in his lap. He might not be able to have Naelli yet, but he sure had her sister. Better yet it would be an easy way to strike back at Naelli, without the danger of reprisals. After all, no one would know he did anything. Then again, he could always use her as a bargaining chip, trading her for some... favors from Naelli, and perhaps leading her into a situation in which she could have an... accident. That would leave Sigur well sated, and better yet, unopposed in the council. Though perhaps he didn't need to remove Naelli, maybe he could control her through Loi. He would have full unobstructed power in the council with her voice added to his own, besides, who's to say he couldn't enjoy other benefits from the pair while he was it. The options streamed through Sigur's brain, which was working overtime calculating which would be the best option.
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