#lughna

My anticipation for autumn this year manifested in designing a Pumpkin Girl.

Her name is Lughna, she's a Great Fae of Autumn Harvest. Along with the usual array of fae traits and magic, she has a tendency of changing her size based on her mood.

“How are we doing today, darling?”

“Actually, the day had started off quite delightfully.”

“Oh? And how, pray tell, has your current… situation worsened?”

“Why, dear lady, by your presence of course. Your face alone is enough to incur revulsion amongst the vilest of harpies. Not to mention, you suck.”

“Mph, cute. You know, I should be hurt! I brought you a gift and all you do is hurl childish insults at me!” The pseudo-goddess grabbed her breast in mock indignation and her gorgeous plump lips jutted out in a pout.

Lughna rolled his eyes, “What do you want, Dagmar?”

“Testy today, aren’t we?” The beautiful woman sauntered up to where he was hanging from his writs, looking over his battered body. “Wasn’t it that mouth of yours that got you into this mess in the first place?” She grabbed his face, her long nails digging into his cheeks, and shook his head slightly.

He scowled at her.

“Ugh, fine! I’m bored!” She spun on her heal, reaching for a beautiful and ornately decorated box held by one of her servants as two others came forward with buckets of warm water and started cleaning off the blood and grime covering his golden skin.

“Without your little friend here, I have no one to play with,” she said as she opened the box and reached inside to pull out its contents.

Lughna didn’t miss the gleeful glint in her eyes as she turned back to him holding a wickedly large needle and two small metal hoops connected by a delicate silver chain.

“He’s not coming back, you know. He abandoned you, left you here to suffer his lot.”

“He’s not back yet?” Lughna’s brows furrowed in worry, Dagmar’s machinations temporarily forgotten. This isn’t good. Korakas had been sent topside nearly a week ago to retrieve an ancient journal said to be able to break the spells of another. Dagmar and her brother needed it if they had any hope of their plan succeeding.

“Nope!” Dagmar chirped, “He’s gone with the wind, left, ran away, did I mention that he abandoned you?”

Lughna shook his head, “No, something’s wrong… You have to let me go find him, he could be hurt.”

The witch gave him a droll look, “Does it look like I care about what happened to him?” Her expression turned thoughtful, “Although, I am going to miss the deliciously pathetic little noises he used to make,” She sighed, “Anyway, I don’t have to do anything.”

“But what about your plan? Don’t you need the grimoire to—”

The angry blow snapped his head to the side. Though Dagmar looked petit she was deceptively strong and one of her gem encrusted rings had opened a nasty gash in his cheek judging by the warm blood dripping off his jaw.

The darkness cleared from her expression as soon as it had appeared and she huffed in annoyance, “Now look what you’ve made me do!” She grabbed a wet rag from one of the servants who were still busy washing him and gently started wiping away the blood from his face.

After a short wile Dagmar stopped and stood back to examine her pet. He was so handsome and she hated that he hurt himself by vexing her so. She brushed her fingers through his mop of auburn curls, revelling in how his body responded to her touch.

“Don’t you want your gift, darling?”

Lughna shuddered, clenching his teeth as he fought against leaning into her while her warm hands roamed his abused body. He closed his eyes and shook his head, breathing hard.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice, do you? Besides, a girl’s prized pony needs reigns, otherwise she might be thrown off him when he bucks!” She nipped at his jaw, kneading his nipple between her fingers, then giggled like a little girl when he moaned.

His pleasure, though unwanted, was short-lived as Dagmar pierced the sensitive nub with the needle.

He grunted, thrashing in his restraints, “Fuck!”

“Careful, darling! You don’t want it to rip out,” she chided as she inserted the first of the hooped jewellery.

“Fuck, you!”

“Yes, Yes. Later, darling,” she patted his chest before pinching his other nipple in order to repeat the process. 

After she was done she stepped back and cocked her head, “Beautiful,” she breathed as she lightly fingered the chain connecting the two hoops. Lughna shuddered then keened as she tugged.