7 comments/ 47341 views/ 6 favorites Fey By: t3nth0usandv0lts Liana stood leaning over the stone railing above the training field, watching the soldiers spar with each other. They laid waste to little stuffed men, bits of straw flying into the air and catching halos from the morning sun. She watched and envied them their grace, the sheer spare violence of it all. They were beautiful, they were deadly. She wanted to be down there with them. Rowan watched her watch the men. What was she thinking? He walked up behind her, careful to make enough noise that she wouldn't startle. Laying a hand on her shoulder, he cocked his head and inquired, "What are you thinking?" Liana turned and looked at him, pale with excitement and blue eyes steely, forcing herself to act like she didn't care if she was being unladylike. "I want to learn that." He pretended ignorance. "Want to learn what?" She pointed to the training soldiers below. "That." Rowan smiled, pleased beyond measure. "That can be arranged. Have you ever done swordplay before?" She shook her head. "I took kendo for a bit, ninjutsu, and my friends and I played with bokken and shinai, but nothing with a real blade." The sentence brought a blank look in return. "Practice swords of rounded oak, a heavy dense wood, and bound slats of another, very very light, wood we call bamboo. Kendo is sword-based combat, and ninjutsu is mostly hand-to-hand, at least what I was taught, although that wasn't much." He looked relieved. "Good. You'd be starting out with practice swords anyhow – we don't put live steel in the hands of anyone but experienced soldiers. You knew that though." He paused in thought. "I'll give you to Master Harridan. He's a much better trainer than I could ever be. Come on, we'll get you started now if you want..." Rowan didn't have time to finish the sentence before Liana, elated, had grabbed him by the hand and was dragging him down toward the barracks, coppery curls bouncing behind her. Rowan smiled to himself at the thought of the freckled little woman sparring with his commander, imagining her pointed little chin raised high, jaw set and eyes narrowed. Watching her as she picked up her wooden sword, he was not disappointed. The sweet curves of her body were like a bowstring held taut, ready to snap into a blur of speed. Even in a skirt and tunic, she kept her balance and even grace as she held her own before the most respected swordsman in Rowan's lands. Two hours later, Liana found herself sweaty and bruised and loving every wince. They had started her out with something close to her favored shinai, thin slats of something much like maple bound together with sinew and capped with leather. It had one hell of a sting. Every swat she took brought a hiss and a broader smile. They'd partnered her with Rowan's manservant, and she was starting to like him. A lot. And more with every time he got through her guard. It was absurd, but oh well, the man was good with a sword... they danced. Turning and stepping, parry and dodge and advance, she was out of breath and euphoric. He'd gone easy on her, she knew, but her whole body was thrilling with the rush of swordplay. She never wanted to stop. Finally, somewhere her petite size was to her advantage... They kept dueling until their hands were numb, faces frozen in half a smile, half a narrow-eyed fighter's scowl as the evening drew slowly down, late-afternoon sunlight pouring honey over the keep and fields. After her fighting, Liana found herself flushed and exhausted but euphoric, and she walked back to her room, coasting on a runner's high. She collapsed onto her bed without even undressing and never remembered her head hitting the pillow. Later, when the night had deepened, a party of men rode into the keep, silent as mice and deadly as merlin. They split silently and crept into the moon-dappled room. They took her by the hair and with one great blow to the side of her head, silenced any protests. The largest of them, the captain, tied her across the saddle of the spare horse they'd brought, her skirt riding up about her waist, legs tied apart in a cruel spread-eagle. They swung up onto their own mounts, and just like that, they were gone, leaving her narrow little bed cooling in the weak moonlight. In the courtyard, however, there was brighter light. The other division of the band the Unseelie Court had sent had departed at the castle gates, scaling the wall and descending upon the stables, the kitchens, the armory, the homes. They brought flint and steel, they brought torch and pitch, and at the whistle from the men who had taken captive their objective, they set the vitals of Rockwall Keep afire and then vanished into the quickly retreating night. Dawn broke upon the riders and their captive, still headed for the South and the Court waiting there. More than once the crew had grumbled about a break, about the pace, but their words fell on their captain's deaf ears. Finally, in passing a huge lone elm in the middle of a shorn wheatfield, the leader wheeled his horse and vaulted off. The others skidded to a halt, curiously watching their commander. He smiled broadly, displaying broken, yellowed teeth, and spread his hands wide. "Gentlemen," he called, "here be your midday's rest. Eat, drink and have merry..." He gestured to the unconscious woman still tied over her horse. "That is, with her." They all gave obscene smiles. "Ye'll not fight over the lass, and ye'll not break her – our lord would be most displeased. Otherwise... have yerselves a grand time, there. We will pitch here for the night." The captain undid her bonds, all except those on her wrists, and slit the laces to her dress in lieu of untying her to pull it off, then retying the ropes. He laid her on the ground and pointedly walked off. Then the soldiers closed in. Liana floated back to consciousness in a dizzying whirl of pain. A lancing, liquid pain between her legs and the smell of fetid breath on her face made her cringe and writhe against the ropes tying her down. Her mouth was crammed full of something dry, probably cloth – she bit down; yes, cloth – a gag. Her hands were bound behind her back; they were numb, the pain starting at the forearm. She opened her eyes and saw a huge, scruffy brute atop her, thrusting into her and enjoying it heartily. His hands crushed her breasts in a vicious parody of a lover's caress. She tried to scream but the sound was choked off by the gag. The brute laughed. The heat in his growling voice reminded her of something. What could it have been? She knew that feeling. Oh yes. The spiraling, tugging, melting warmth in her belly. Her eyes flew open wide, shocked. No! Oh shit, this was rape! She shouldn't be – the thought was cut off by a strangled sound in her throat, wrung from her as the soldier thrust deep into her at a different angle, liquefying her spine. She realized in a fog of shame that he was one of the largest men she'd ever seen, and he was... well, he was proportionate... In reality, she was stretched taut around the soldier's thick shaft. She groaned and dug her nails into her palms, railing against the shuddering waves rolling through her body. Her nipples were beaded tightly against her assailant's callused hands – he pinched them and she squeaked. He rolled them between his fingers and she moaned and twitched, muscles in her side contracting and arching her, an obscene joke made of the throes of passion. Then he dipped a hand down between their bodies, using his thumb to stroke her, tease her. She squeaked and tried to cry out, managing only a string of moans as he deftly stroked her, her body arching and writhing, muscles inside her tensing and tightening. She twisted beneath him, brittle and trembling, eyes shut tight, panting and confused. He slid deeper and deeper into her, the tightness eased by her own silky wetness. This isn't right! she thought. Then thought ceased and the soldier bent to suckle at her breasts, and the pull of his lips on that tender flesh sent her into another dizzying spiral, throwing her toward climax. It's not fair, she shrieked to herself, he shouldn't know what he's doing! Her words faded into echo and absence of breath and she arched convulsively, throwing her head back, crying out in disgust and rapture. Distantly, she tasted blood. Above her, the soldier let out a shuddering groan and spilled himself into her with one last desperate lunge. His sweat was slick between their bodies, her neck marred with two reddening bite marks. He lay atop her for too long, then heaved off and closed his braies. He rasped out "Next!" in a thick accent. Liana's eyes widened in horror as the next one approached, a skinny weasely fellow with greasy, stringy hair and crooked fingers. Without preamble, he took her by the ropes and flung her onto her stomach, hitching her up so her bare bottom was exposed to the world. His nails dug into her hips, and with one violent thrust, it all began again. She choked in one more breath and then fell back into the darkness. She awoke sometime late afternoon with soldiers leering at her. She was lying on her side curled into fetal position, sore in places she didn't know she had. Her insides felt like lead jelly. Between her thighs was a grinding, burning ache. She was slick and sticky and throbbing and horrified at herself. One of the men laughed. "Round two." Liana clenched her jaw. Dear god, would it never stop? They dragged her behind a treestand and lay her on her back in the middle of a circle of them. She was sweating, skin mottled with bruises and bite marks and welts from slaps. She twitched and shook, body still reeling from the assault. She had lost count of the climaxes they had dragged from her traitorous body. She was sloppy and stank of sweat and worse, lying there covered in dirt and grass. She didn't know how many men had had her already, and yet another, the captain this time, was nestled between her legs, thrusting quickly, deeply, evenly into her. She could feel the warmth pooling in her belly, the faint tingling in fingers and toes, all the signals that she would come yet again, and soon. Her nipples beaded tightly at the sensory memory, and she twitched inside, tightening around the unwitting soldier, who thrust even more deeply into her in response. "No..." The protestations were reflexive now, futile, she knew. The soldier leaned down over her, shirtless and with his trousers drawn down far enough to do what was necessary, til the hair on his chest tickled and scratched her abused, tender nipples. He breathed into her ear, "No what? You want me to stop?" "Yes," she moaned weakly. "No you don't. You love this. Don't you." He drew his nails down her sides, making her arch into him. "No... no..." "Don't lie to yourself. I can see how your body reacts. I can feel you writhing under me. You know it feels good, you know you love us fucking you. All of us. You know you love it." Liana swallowed hard and stayed silent, her eyes filling with tears that rolled hot down the sides of her face and puddled in her ears. He stopped and withdrew until just the tip of him was inside her, teasing her with fingertips, making her arch and cry out. "Tell me you want it," he said, loud enough for the men surrounding them to hear. "Tell me you want it and I'll finish you." She shook her head violently. He pinched her at that one most sensitive place, drawing a yelp. Then he dipped his hand down between them, wetting it, and stroked her in one long motion, saying, "Tell me you want it." "No!" she squeaked. He just repeated the order. Then he laid his mouth on her breast, suckling her like a parody of nursing. He bit and sucked and thrust into her, harder and deeper than she thought she could take. When he pulled on her nipples with lips and teeth, she arched and made a small, high-pitched sound. She twitched inside reflexively and he shoved himself deeper in response. She made another weak little sound. Then he began thrusting hard and fast. That was her undoing. She whispered, "I want it." "What? I can't hear you." More loudly, "I want it." He tweaked the flesh again, grinning. "What do you want? Just tell me and I'll do it for you." She was completely humiliated. She had to choke out the words, aching and throbbing. "Finish me." "That's not good enough. You have to tell me how you want me to do it." "I don't care, just please, please finish me, no more..." "Ah ah ah." He thrust deep into her, just once, then withdrew again, the tip of him resting at her entrance. She had to fight the urge to bring her hips up to meet him. "Ask nicely, and make me believe you. If it's good enough, I'll bring you, and I'll be the last. Otherwise, I'll finish and leave you hanging, and throw you back to my men. They will do as they wish with you, just like they have been. It's your choice." He paused. "And you have to call yourself a whore. It's only fitting that you should know what you are. You're going to be our whore from now on, you'll be meat for anyone who wants you. You're no better than a common street whore. Tighter though..." He shifted his weight forward, making her twitch. Images of the men having their way with her scrambled through her mind, and something snapped. She looked up at him... and the trembling spiraled up through her body... she made a soft little noise. "Little whore." He bit her neck, then slid slowly back into her, touching the neck of her womb. When she arched and moaned aloud, he growled in her ear, "You forgot to tell us all what you are. What are you?" She moaned, choked on it, hesitating. "Say it..." "I'm a whore... I'm your little slut, I'm wet for you and I know you can do me better than anyone else. I want you to fuck me. I want all of you to fuck me." She realized slowly and with a growing horror that the words were true. She didn't want the pleasure to stop... then the captain began to thrust again, his lips busy on her breasts, and her mouth kept going... "Bury your thick cocks inside me, stuff me full, I'm a slut and that's what I want. All of you." The captain made a sound in his throat and shoved himself painfully deep into her, hitting a spot that made her toes curl and her eyes squint shut. He held himself there, panting roughly, and she felt him pulse, heat splashing inside her. When he drew away, she felt the length of him slipping out of her, and then scalding, sticky liquid flowing from between her legs along her womanhood to her ass and then the ground. She was raw and tender, legs stretched so that she felt like she was astride a horse... or a man... she trembled and tightened in a little flutter of arousal at the thought. Even violated and debased as she was, she wanted more.... Fey in lLve Sighing as I walked through the woods I realised there was a deathly calm feeling about the night that was unnerving to me. Whenever the woods where this quiet and calm it meant something was coming and that something was usually trouble. As I walked closer and closer to the ancient tree of our world it began to take shape, it took the shape of a young woman and she smiled and said to me as I bowed to my knees "Cyric why are you bowing, you are my child you do not bow" I smiled and said a I looked up at the woman "your are the wisest Fayerye in our world, I show respect where it is granted and earned.............momma" She smiled and said as she held out her hand for me "come my child there is much for us to discuss this night" I nodded and replied as I rose up "indeed there is momma". We walked along the silvery waters near her home and she sighed and said softly "soon he will be free and soon he will come for you my darling" I nodded and replied "I know momma but what am I to do, a deal is a deal, grandmother made the spell so that he would be trapped in the cave for the last twenty years and that when he was free he could take them as his lover, I must abide by the rules of the deal" She sighed and said softly as we sat near the water, letting our feet rest into the soothing warm water "I know but I'm your mother child, it is my job to worry about you, in any situation, and this one is a very worrying one to me indeed" "Momma I am the most powerful earth fayerye ever to live, you know this as do the sidhe, they told you this whilst you where pregnant with me and they told me once I reached my eleventh birthday, I have been trained by them to use and own my power to its fullest, what ever I face I will be safe and protected by nature herself, I know this to be true" She nodded and replied "I know darling but I still worry about you, your still just a child your to young for what has come to pass" "Momma I'm eighteen I'm hardly a child any more" I said softly. She smiled and replied "I know, are you sure you are ready?" I nodded ad said softly "yes momma I'm sure" "that is good, the day after tomorrow it will happen, that night your life will change forever my darling boy" she replied. I sighed and said softly "I understand momma, I better get back master Bowen does not like it when I am out to late" she nodded and replied as we walked back to her home "I understand, I will see you tomorrow at the gathering" as she said this she took he place where the tree had been and transformed back into it, I smiled an said softly "see you at the gathering momma, I love you" and with that I headed back home. A long time ago their lived a fayerye who had the element of fire. His name was Ciaran. He was so powerful that everyone was scared of him, even his own family, there was one person whoever who wasn't scared of him. His lover, they had been lovers for almost five years and the young fayerye was able to make Ciaran do anything for him. One day the young fayerye took Ciaran to the cave where they first met and a dark witch entombed him. Ciaran cried in anger and pain as he saw his lover kiss the witch on the lips, that was the last image Ciaran ever saw before darkness overwhelmed him and he was imprisoned. Ten years later my grandmother made a small crack in the cave and made a deal with Ciaran, if she set him free in twenty years then she would give him a new lover, but the deal was that Ciaran would have to live in the cave, he would be able to come out any enjoy the forest as usual but he still had to live in the cave for his home. He had agreed and asked my grandmother to make sure no one imprisoned him again, and that the lover wouldn't do what his old one had, she agreed and the deal was struck. My name is Cyric and I am nineteen years old. My mother is one of the wisest fayerye to ever live and she is also one of the most powerful tree spirits. She has the power to turn into a tree and also has the power to communicate with them. My father was killed when I was sixteen by the witch who had imprisoned Ciaran but not before he also killed the witch. I am 5'8 and my hair is a dark purple that goes down to my waist. I have lavender eyes and a slim toned body. My skin is pale to and seems to add to the "beauty" that people say I have. When I was thirteen my grandmother told me off the deal and I didn't even flinch, I said that I understood and would accept it when the time came. She smiled at me and said that she was proud of me for accepting it; I just laughed and said what choice did I have? My life as out of my hands the moment I came into this world ad there was nothing I could do about it. The home I lived in was one of the oldest willow trees in our land, I lived here with my teachers and the Sidhe, the house itself was build inside of the tree and my windows allowed me to climb onto the big branches and sit comfortably on them. I sighed happily as I pushed the door open and then walked up to my room. When I got to the top of the stairs I was stopped by one of the sidhe. His name was Silver and he was the same height at me, at 5'10. He had long silver hair down to his knees and dark grey eyes mixed with gold. He smiled as he saw me and said softly "my friend how are you" "I'm well master Silver how are you?" I said softly. "Well also, how is your mother" he replied. "She is fine but nervous she is worried the day after tomorrow" I said with a smile. He nodded and said softly "I understand I am to worried for you, your so young and you should not have to go through this" I smiled and replied "I'm fine with it, honestly." Neither one of us said anything for a while. I sighed softly after a while and said softly "is he truly that bad?" Silver sighed and said softly "in truth to the person he cares about no he is not, but to anyone who crosses him and angers him yes. So do your best not to ager him my young friend" I nodded and replied "I understand, thank you master Silver for telling me a little about him, no one else seems o want to" He smiled gently and said "it's my pleasure Cyric sweet dreams" I smiled and replied as we began to part ways "sweet dreams master Silver." Later that night I was sitting in the tree branches outside my room when one of my mentors, a man named Master Bowen came into the room. Master Bowen was an earth fayerye like myself, he was taller then me at 6'2 and he had a slim build and a tanned skin, he had deep greens eyes and jet black hair which also had strikes of dark green through it. He smiled and said as he saw me "how was the meeting with you mother child how was she?" "She was fin thank you and it was ok master Bowen, how was your evening how was the meeting with the other Masters?" I said. "I'm glad and it was eventful lets put it that way" he replied. "How come?" I asked. "It has been must of debate between us fayerye and the sidhe about wither or not we should indeed let you go through with the bargain your grandmother struck" I nodded and replied "my mother and I have had the same discussion, I will tell you what I told her master Bowen, I must honour the arrangements of the deal my grandmother made, despite who doesn't want me to I will go through with it" He nodded and said "you are indeed your mothers son, as stubborn as her and as will powered" I smiled and replied after I heard this "yes so I have been told, has anything else happened tonight?" "No just the usual meetings and such" he replied. I nodded and said as I climbed back into my room and pulled my window shut "ok well I'm going to bed Bowen" "Goodnight my friend" he replied "good night" I said a he left me alone. I sighed softly as I looked at myself in the mirror, my pale skin seemed to be paler and my dark purple hair looked a mess, my eyes were reddened as apposed to their normal lavender colour. I sighed once more and then stepped under the water and began to shower. When I got out of the shower I gasped as a voice flew into the room on the wind "soon precious, soon" I sighed and said softly "I know". I sighed once more and then went to bed and fell into a deep slumber. The next morning I woke up and sighed and pushed the satin sheets off of my body and pushed my feet to the floor and sat up. Just like last night a voice say as the wind flew into my room "precious" I laughed and said "ok this is strange even for Fayerye standards" just as I said this master Silver came into my room. I smiled and he smiled back at me and said "I have an idea" "What is it?" I replied. He smiled and said "you and I are going dragon riding" I stared at him open mouthed and he laughed and said "you are going to catch flies with your mouth open like that" I laughed and said "when are we going" "As soon as you are ready my friend" he replied, I smiled and said "I'll take a shower and then come find you when I'm ready Master Silver" "As you wish see you soon my friend" he replied. I smiled and then went and got into the shower as Silver left. I smiled softly and happily as the water hit my skin; it felt so soothing and relaxing. I sighed softly once more and stepped out of the shower when the water stopped running. As I got dressed I decided to wear my black silk robe. I stepped into my robe and then went to find Master Silver. When I fount Mater Silver he smiled and said as he saw me coming towards him "all ready to go" I nodded and replied "yes lets go" he smiled and then said as to dragons descended behind him "you can ride the white one, his name is Julo" I smiled as I looked at the white dragon and said to it "nice to meet you Julo" "Nice to meet you also Cyric, have you ridden a dragon before?" he said using their psychic link. "Not since I was younger but I have a griffin and have ridden her well over a dozen of times" I replied. "Well then hold on to the handles on my saddle and you should be fine" he replied to which I smiled and the mounted him. I did as he said and gripped the handles tightly and gasped as we flew up into the air. Flying on a dragon was nothing like flying on a griffin, Dragons where much faster. Julo did a number of twists, swirls and dives as we flew that he had me laughing breathlessly at one point. I smiled as I looked at Master Silver, he smiled back ad said "enjoying the ride?" "Defiantly, are you?" He nodded and replied "yes I always do when I ride with the dragons" I smiled and said "as do I, I do love riding with my griffin but I have always loved dragons to" just as I said his we both began to descend to the ground. When we got back onto the ground and I dismounted Julo said to me "so who was the dragon you used to ride?" "Her name was Zara" I replied with a smile. Julo exhaled a warm breath over me and said "you know Zara, she is the ruler over us dragons now and a dear friend of mine" he replied in shock and awe I laughed and said softly "she wants more then your friendship Julo I can tell you that now" "I know I do love her but I'm scared of ruining what we already have" He said. "You won't know if it will work until you try my friend" I replied softy. He nodded and replied "you are wise beyond your years Cyric; you are indeed your mother's child" I smiled and said softly "thank you Julo I will see you around" "Come to the dragon world whenever you want my little fayerye friend" he replied a Silver and I walked back in and I said as the door open and Silver walked into the house "I will Julo goodbye" he replied. "Goodbye" he replied as I walked inside. When we got inside Silver smiled and said as we headed up the stairs "are you nervous about tomorrow?" "A little but I'm ok, why do you ask" I said honestly. "I worry about you, you know that" he replied. I smiled and said "I know you do master Silver but I'm going to be fine" "I hope so" he replied. I smiled and then went my way to my bedroom. As my door closed I gasped at what was on my bed. On my pillow there was a pure white rose, steam and leaves included, with a red ribbon around the steam. A note was lying under it also. I sighed as I felt tears come to my eyes as I read the note, it was from my grandmother "my darling grandchild, if you are reading this then it means I am not their to be with you around this time and for that I am sorry, but remember that I love you with all my heart, you are the child of my heart and soul. The man you will be with from now on is indeed a kind man, when I got to know him whilst he was in the cave I knew he had been hurt deeply, so he may not be so up front when it will come to his feelings due to his old lover betraying him so you must work with him and show him you will not betray his heart, he knows what you look like as when you where sixteen I gave him a locket with you picture in it, he gasped so I now that he loved how you looked, but remember this, when in the dark he will be your light and when he needs shelter from the storm you will provide it. This is something to remember me by. All my love your grandmother x" I sighed softly and wiped the tears that were falling down my checks. I smiled happily as I saw that my grandmother had left me her locket. Inside was a picture of us and on the other side was a picture of my mother and me. I sighed and placed it around my neck and put the rose into the vase near my bed. Later that night I was sitting on the tree branch outside my room once more when I sighed and said softly "come out from the shadows Leandra". As I said this a young girl materialized in front of me giggling. She smiled and said as she sat down near me "so how was your day" "You mean how am I for tomorrow," I replied saying her true question. She sighed and said "yes." "I will tell you what I have told everyone else Leandra, I am fine a little nervous but I'm fine" "I'm glad but can I tell you something" she replied At my nod she said "he is a kind man in truth, I was alive when he was first around and I was friends with him, he will treat you well" I nodded and said "my grandmother said something similar to" "And it's true, I will leave you to rest Cyric goodnight and good luck my friend" Leandra said softly. "Night Leandra and thank you" I replied as she vanished from sight. I sighed and climbed back into my room and went to bed. The next morning when I woke up I sighed softly as I saw that there was a dark purple robe on my wardrobe with a note attached to it. I sighed and got up to read it. It was from the other Sidhe, master River, "Cyric this robe is what you need to wear when we take you to the mountains, I will come by and see you closer to the time, we leave at dusk but until then make sure you prepare yourself, take a swim and relax or read as I know how much you love you books, my best wishes River" I smiled and then went too go for a swim. There was a pond near the willow tree of my home and I sighed happily as I stepped into it. The water was enchanted to always be warm ad soothing, the steam that lifted off of it added to the relaxation of the waters. I swam in the water for what seemed like an hour but when I saw Master River coming over I knew it had been longer. I smiled slightly as master River came to the edge and said softly "it's almost time Cyric" I nodded and said as I climbed out and he handed me my robe "I know, do I have time to shower?" He nodded ad replied "you do but hurry there is a lot to do to get you prepared" I nodded and then ran back home. Later I was dressed in the dark purple robe when Master River, Master Silver and Mater Bowen all came into my room. I smiled and Mater Bowen said softly "its time Cyric" I nodded and replied "I know" and he nodded softly and then took hold of the purple ribbon and tied it in my braid in my hair. I smiled softly and said as we bean to lave "thank you" with that we left. On the way to the cave we went and called upon my mother, she transformed back into her fayerye form when Master Bowen told her we where there and said as she aw me "are you sure you want to go through with this?" I nodded and replied "I'm sure momma; I'll be fine I promise don't worry so much" She sighed and said "I'm your mother I will always worry about you" I nodded and said as we hugged one another "I know and I will about you to momma" When we got to the cave Master silver said softly to Master River "how will he get inside" "I do not know, that part was never shown to any of the sidhe, they just said Cyric would know how to get to him" Master Silver said and my mother sighed in annoyance and said "what good is it if they can not even show us how to get inside if he dos not know then he doesn't have to go I say!" I smiled and said "momma I know." "How?" she replied in shock. I smiled and then went and said into the whole in the cave wall "Ciaran, Ciaran are you there?" There wasn't any reply for a while and I looked at the others in a confused sort of way and then a voice said softly and almost ghostly way "who is that?" "My name is Cyric, my grandmother was named Rosetta she made the deal with you to be freed when the twenty years where up by her grandchild" I replied. Ciaran gasped as I said this and said firmly "let me out now!" I sighed and said "I don't know how, no one ever told me" "Your power is over earth is it not?" He relied to which I said "it is but how will that help" and then my brain clicked and I laughed softly and said "an earthquake right?" Ciaran chuckled and replied "smart little fayerye". I smiled softly and said "thank you, if you're near the front stand back I'm gonna make the quack". I moved away and said to my momma, Master River, Master Bowen and Master Silver "hold onto something and keep a tight grip, things are going to get a little bit shaky" as I said this I felt m eyes changing and my power coming to my aid. My eyes change from lavender to a deep green when I use my power. I lifted my arms in the air and then shouted as I pointed to the cave "crack!" As soon as I said this, the earth started to shake and things stared to fall down and everyone behind me shouted and screamed in fear. Rocks fell from the top of the mountain and the ground shook violently. A thin line crawled is way down the mountain and I gasped as the cave busted open. "Stop!" I shouted once the hole was big enough for people to move in and out of the cave easily and still have room above their heads. The ground and everything else stopped shaking and I gasped once more as I looked back at my friend and momma. They had all fallen over and now were covered in mud, leafs and small twigs. I couldn't help the giggle that let my lip as I said playfully, "sorry guys." "You will be" River replied with a smile. A moment later a man emerged from the cave and I gasped, he was with out a doubt the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my whole. He was taller then River, I would say at 6'5, he was muscular but not too much that he looked to scary to talk to, the muscles suited him just perfectly. He had a nice tan skinned and his ear where pointed at the tops also. His hair hung down to his waist and was a mixer between light and dark blue, his eyes were aquamarine colour. Two vine tattoos decorated each arm, the one on his left went from his wrist to his elbow and the one on his right went from his elbow to his shoulder, they where both painted in a dark and light blue to match his hair. In his right hand he held a dark blue snake shaped bow and on his back in a dark blue bad laid hunters arrows. The robe he wore was dark blue and showed of his chest perfectly I could see he was hairy but not to hairy, you could still see through the hair. It looked beautiful on him. He was so breath taking. Fey in lLve He turned to face me and I gasped softly, he smiled as he saw me and then did something I didn't expect him to do. He bowed gracefully and said as softly as he had spoken before "my humble thanks for breaking me out and freeing me Cyric." Before I could say anything Master Bowen stepped past me and said firmly to Ciaran "I am warning you, hurt him in anyway and I will make you pay!" Ciaran snared and pointed his hand at Bowen; a flame of dark and light blue emerged from his hand and went flying at Master Bowen. Master Bowen yelled and ducked just in time. I growled and lifted a boulder that was near me and said as it hovered at my side "aim fire at any of my family again and I will lock you back up in that cave as fast as I released you." Ciaran mustn't of believed me because he looked at me oddly for what seemed to be hours but was probably no more then minutes and said as he nodded his head "very well, say goodbye to them I wish to get to know you". I nodded and then turned to my friends and momma, I smiled softly and hugged each one of them and said goodbye, when I hugged my momma she cried a little as did I and she said "remember I am here for you whenever you need me, he may have you now but I will always protect you if I can my child" "I know momma, I love you" I replied softly. We let one another go and she smiled and said as se stroked my check "I love you to my darling boy" and with that they left me alone with Ciaran. I turned back around and gasped and jumped back in sock. Ciaran had slowly moved up behind me. He smiled and said as he tried not to laugh "sorry I did not mean to make you jump forgive me" "No it's fine. I jut want expecting you to get so close right away" I said. "But you are expecting to get to close are you" he replied as we locked eyes. I blushed and said softly "I don't know, my grandmother said I would have to be your lover" he laughed loudly and said "then she is a fool, I would not take a lover without wooing them first and I plan to do just that with you". "You plan to woo me?" I said in shock, he nodded and replied as he stroked along my check and jaw line "yes precious I do" I gasped as he said this and replied "that was you last night and the other day wasn't I, your voice was the one I heard" "It was indeed, your grandmother taught me how to do it, and in truth she was proberly the only person I met who was not afraid of me" he said softly. I nodded and replied "I don't see what it is about you that scares so many people I mean I'm the most powerful earth fayerye to be born ever so there is not that much difference between you and I" He smiled and said "well did you go on a roaring rampage when you got your power because I did when I got mine" I sighed and said "so that was why they where afraid of you" "Yes" he replied softly. I sighed and then said as an idea came to my mind "are you scared of heights?" "No why?" he replied as he shook his head. "Follow me" I said with a knowing smile. I lead Ciaran to the top of the cave that he was trapped in and said "wait there I need to call a friend and she is not to keen on strangers" he nodded and then I went to the edge of the cliff and said using the physic link I had between us, "Selena, come to me my friend". Moments later a roared escaped the sky and down dropped a mystic creature. Ciaran stared wide eyed at the griffin in front of him. I smiled and said using the link once more "Selena this is Ciaran, be nice to him, he is a friend.........and possible lover" She snarled and said back to me "I will be nice only because you asked me to Cyric, but remember if he causes more fires like the last time he did when he was free I will eat him alive" I nodded and replied out loud "he won't cause any more fires". Ciaran nodded and replied "I wont I give you my word majestic being" as he said this he bowed softly. Selena cocked her head to the side and said "I believe him................for now". I smiled and said to Ciaran as I went and climbed onto her "Come on climb on", he sighed and then took my hand and jumped on. Selena walked us to the edge off the cliff, roared and the dived of. As we flew through the sky I could that Ciaran was enjoying himself because he was laughing. I smiled and said as I looked back at him "are you having fun?" "Yes, thank you for this Cyric, I used to love flying, I had a dragon, her name was Zara" I gasped and replied "was she a dark red colour?" "Yes, actually, she was. How did you know that?" he asked. I smiled and then said to Selena "Selena take us to Zara, she was once Ciaran's dragon I am sure she will want to see him" "Of course she said last time I saw her she missed him, I will be as fast as I can" she relied to which I said "thank you" "Anytime" She replied with a soft laugh. On the way to where Zara was I turned ad said to Ciaran "when did you last see Zara?" "Two days before..." he stopped what he was saying and a look of hurt crossed his face. I nodded and said "I understand" He smiled softly and replied "thank you" "For what?" I asked. "For upholding your grandmother's deal, that cave was so lonely and empty of light and warmth that a person can provide that if I spent one more day their I honestly think might have gone insane" he said softly. "Your welcome and to be honest, I would have freed you even if I had not been told to by my grandmother" I replied. "But why" he replied in shock. I smiled and said "I'll tell you some day" he nodded and gasped softly. I turned and saw that we where at the kingdom of dragons, I looked back at him and said "Zara is the ruler over the dragons, I thought you might like to see her again." "Thank you, you have no idea how much I want to see he, but will we be allowed" he replied with a bright smile. I nodded and replied "yes, I am friends with the dragons so it will be easy to see her" I replied as Selena started to make her descent to the ground. When we landed on the ground some of the dragons roared and Selena roared back. I smiled and then said as I got off of her and held up my hands in peace "everyone its ok it's just me" they all nodded and then Julo came into my view. I smiled and said "Julo good to see you again" "And you my friend, who is the man with you?" he replied. I smiled and said "That's Ciaran, he was once Zara's rider, is she here I think she'd want to see him" "Follow me and Selena can come also" he said. I smiled and then looked back and motioned for Selena and Ciaran to follow me. When new go to Zara I smiled and said as I saw her under the soul tree of the dragons and said "hey Zara how are you" "I'm well thank you and you, how are you Cyric" "I'm well thank you, I have someone who wants to see you" I replied. At her nod I smiled and Ciaran moved forward and said using his psyche link to Zara "hello Zara, I have missed you" "Ciaran.......wha....how!?" she replied in shock. He said softly "Cyric was the one who freed me, he is also the one I am to take for a lover" "Well then you will be in good hands, he is one of the kindest fayerye's I have ever met, apart from you of course" she replied "Of course, so would you want to be my dragon once more?" Ciaran replied allowing his nerves to show a little. Zara laughed and said to him "the great ghosts of the ancient dragons themselves could not stop me being your dragon Ciaran" "Thank you Zara you have no idea how happy this makes me" he replied. Ciaran turned and looked at me and said "everything is alright now" I smiled and replied "I'm glad, so what do you want to do now" "Well I'm getting hungry so why don't I go hunting when I get you back home and then we can eat" he replied. I nodded and said "that sounds like a good plan lets go" "You ride Selena and I'll take Zara" he said as he mounted Zara. I smiled and then mounted Selena and we headed of back to Ciaran's home, which was now my home to I suppose. When we got back to the cave Ciaran walked right in but as I got closer to it I froze. Ciaran saw this and said softly "you can leave this place anytime you want, it won't hold you prisoner like it did me Cyric, I promise" "Ciaran why do we have to live here, why don't we get a new place, somewhere outside, wouldn't that be good for you after being in there for so long?" I replied softly. Ciaran sighed and replied as he ghosted his hand across my lips "it would precious believe me but right now I need to be in here, at least for a few days just so I can get used to being free and coming and going does that make sense?" "It does" I said He smiled and then added "also it was part of the deal with your grandmother" "Well she ant here anymore and I say you need a proper place to live" I said softly. He smiled and said as I moved closer into the cave "so come on, you can start a fire or whatever you want to do while I hunt, or you can come with me and hunt" I smiled and replied as I pulled two daggers from the back of my robe "lets go hunting" Ciaran laughed and said "never been hunting with someone before, this should be fun" "Indeed now let's go" I said, and with that we left on the hunt. Hunting with Ciaran was indeed interesting. The way he moved you would think he was a water fayerye instead of a fire one, he was gracefully and angelic in his movements when he was tracking, on more then one occasion he looked back at me and smiled when he caught my looking at him lustfully. When we fount an adult deer he smiled and then said to me softly "do you want to do it, or shall I?" I smiled and replied "you do it; I'll get the next one" he nodded and drew an arrow from the pouch on his back. He looked majestic and graceful once more as he pulled the arrow back and arched his back properly and then realised the arrow. A small thud was the only sound I heard as the deer fall to the ground. I nodded and said softly "a clean kill, that's good" he smiled and then said as he went over to the deer "thank you". As he pulled the arrow from the deer he sighed and said softly "thank you spirits, may you help this animal find peace in your kingdom" I nodded in agreement and he then pulled the deer over his back and we headed back to the cave. On the way back I picked some berries and strawberries I fount as well as some apples and oranges. When we got back to the cave I walked in with Ciaran and gasped as I saw what was inside. Inside he had made it look like such a home it was unreal. He had made a bed out of leave and other things and had carved furniture and all sorts, he even had a fire going to put light into the cave and a waterfall as well. I smiled and said "this is different then what I thought it would be" "Thank your grandmother she taught me a few spells and such to do all this if only we had a proper bed though then it would be a home" I smiled and then replied "I can have my friends bring mine from my home, its big enough to feet four people so it will hold us comfortably" He nodded and said "please do, can you see if they will bring it tonight?" I nodded and replied "give me a moment and I'll contact master Bowen he and I are link through a psyche bond" as I said this I placed the fruit onto a stone table and then went back outside. "Master Bowen, are you there master" I sent to him. A moment later he replied "I'm here Cyric what is it?" "Can you bring my furniture from the house and also all my satin and silk sheets" "Yes what for though" he replied "We need a proper bed and furniture and I want to make Ciaran some new robe, he has had this one for far to long and I think he would like some new clothing" I replied. Master Bowen chuckled and said "I will send everything through a portal to you Cyric, and I will also add some more silk and satin clothes, you only have red, white and black left" "Thank you Master Bowen" "Your welcome, how is it going?" "Well we are getting along already" I replied. "Of that I am glad I will send your entire belongings momentarily Cyric" he said. "Thank you master," I replied with a smile. A moment later I heard Ciaran let out a panicked scream and I ran back into the cave. I saw Ciaran lying down on the floor with my bed cover him. I smiled as he stuck his head out from under it and said "can you get this thing off of me please" as he said this I laughed and had to grabbed hold of the cave to stop myself from falling over due to it. As I laughed Ciaran started at me and said firmly and angrily "Cyric get this huge thing off of me now!" As soon as he shouted at me I looked at him coldly and then said softly "make me" He snarled and said as we locked eyes "Cyric!" Huffing in disappointment I said "fine" lifting my arms in front of me I mumbled softly "vines". A moment later vines of all sorts came rushing into the cave and lifted the bed off of him. Ciaran stood up and then said as he pointed to a spot far enough away from the fire that the bed wouldn't catch but close enough so we would feel the warmth "can you put it over there please". I did as he asked and then said softly as the vines came over to me "go". The vines disappeared and Ciaran looked at me as he said "so what is all this?" "This is all my furniture and such from my room, I thought we could use it for here, and also the bed is for sleeping on" I said with a smile. He sighed and said as we locked eyes "I'm sorry I shouted" "Uh huh sure you are" I replied playfully as I moved my wardrobe over a darker part of the cave and put my tables and chairs in the centre near the fire, at the opposite side of it. Ciaran sighed and got to work on cooking our dinner whilst I grabbed hold of some of the black and blue satin material Master Bowne had sent. As I worked on Ciaran's robe I kept catching him occasionally staring at me, one point he smiled softly as I caught him and then went back to cooking the meat. I smiled to myself as I finally finished the robe. A while later Ciaran came over to me and said as he placed a bowl into the table "here you go" I smiled and said "thanks". He nodded and then said as he looked at the robe "what's that" I smiled and replied as I handed it to him "its for you, I thought you might like a new robe". He smiled and said as he took the robe from me "thank you, I appreciate this very much" I nodded as I replied "its fine, thank you for the food" "My pleasure" he replied as we both began to eat. Later that night I sighed softly as I sat at the edge of the cave near the water. Ciaran voice floated around me as he said "are you well?" I nodded and said as I stared into the water "I'm fine, why do you ask?" "You seem out of sorts, like something is on your mind, what is it?" he said. "Its nothing I'm fine" I replied softly. Ciaran sighed and then said "very well, tell me what is bothering you when you are ready, I'm going to go to bed goodnight Cyric". I sighed and said "goodnight Ciaran". I sighed once more as images floated through my mind. Images of when my father left my mother and what he had said to me that day. I was fourteen and I had just told my parents that I was interested in men and my mother and father decided it was time to tell me they where ending, my father screamed at me "you are no son of mine, whoever you are is filled with the devil and the demons of our worlds" as he said this he walked out of mine and my mothers life for good. I sighed once again as I got up and walked over to the bed. Ciaran turned as I got closer and held open the sheet for me. I pulled of my robe and then slipped into the bed and under the covers. As I lay on the bed Ciaran pulled me against his warm body, his slowly ran his hand up and down my back and I looked up at him. He smiled softly as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned softly under his touch. It felt like a thousand volts surged through my body. Ciaran ran his hand over my back once more and cupped the back of my head. I ran my hands down his chest and around his back until I stopped them at the bottom of his back. When we pulled apart due to lack of air we were both panting and Ciaran smiled and said softly into my ear "your lips are so soft" "So are yours Ciaran" I replied just as softly as he had spoken. He smiled and said as he wrapped his arms around me "goodnight precious" "Goodnight Ciaran" I replied as sleep started to creep its way over me. **** The next morning I woke up to see that I was alone in the bed; I turned over and looked around the cave to see if I could see Ciaran. He wasn't in the cave or anywhere that I could see. I sighed as I grabbed hold of my robe and got dressed. Once I was dressed I left the cave and tried to find Ciaran. When I fount Ciaran he was standing under a waterfall, completely naked. I gasped softly as I saw him. He looked so gorgeous, the way his hair clung to his chest and back and the way the water fall off of his body was making me become aroused. As he turned his back to me I saw that he had a scar running along the back of his left leg. It went from his ankle all the way up to the top of the back of his knee. As he turned back around he saw me and shouted over the noise of the water "come join me precious". I smiled and started to remove my robe. I smiled as I dived into the water and re-emerged. Ciaran smiled and said as he sank into the water and swam over to me "good morning, how did you sleep?" "Good and you" I replied as I watched him swim circles around me. He smiled and said "better then I have in years, I forgot what it was like to fall asleep with someone in my arms" as he said this he swam over to me and pulled me into his arms once more. I laughed softly and replied "I've never fallen asleep in someone's arms, it was nice". Ciaran smiled and said as we sat on the edge of the grass with our feet in the water "I would have you in my arms every night if I could" I blushed and said softly "I would like that". Later Ciaran and I were in the forest near my mother's house having lunch when a voice said out of the wind "my darling". I smiled and said as I turned to a willow tree "come out momma stop hiding". Ciaran looked at me and then the willow tree began to take shape. My mother stood before us seconds later and I smiled and said as I went and hugged her "why are you following us momma" "Just making sure you are alright" she replied. I sighed heavily and said "momma I am fine" she looked at me as if she didn't believe me and I sighed and said in annoyance "momma I am fine you have got to stop worrying about this so much, I. Am. Fine!" I said each word slowly. she sighed and said softly "yes so you seem to be and also you seem to be developing more of an attitude since being with.....him" she said him like Ciaran was some sort of creature, that's when I snapped. "Ciaran mother, his name is Ciaran and I care for him a lot, he isn't like you all told me he is kind and caring just like what grandmother said and if you do not start being nice to him and treating him with respect then you and I are going to have a very big problem". As I said this Ciaran came over and wrapped his arm around my waist and said to my momma "I understand your concerns for your son and his safety. But I give you my word I will do everything in my power to protect him and keep him safe and make sure he is loved and happy" She nodded and said softly "I am sorry for being overbearing and for worry so much but he is my only child and I thank you for saying that it has helped settle me" "I'm glad, would you like to join us" Ciaran said. My mother shook her head and replied "no thank you I'll let you two be alone I have some things to do anyway" Fey in lLve "See you soon momma" I said as she began to leave us. Later that day Ciaran and I where back home and he seemed to be pulling away from me, I sighed and said to him "Ciaran are you ok?" "I'm fine Cyric" he replied as he stared into the cave water fall. "You don't seem it, you see distant, distracted in some way" "I'm fine Cyric" he replied once more, I sighed and left him to stare at the water. **** Over the next few days Ciaran and I grew closer but I could still tell he was holding something back from me, I just couldn't figure out what it was. Every time I would go to kiss him he would only kiss me for a brief second or two and then he wouldn't try to carry it on like I secretly wished he would. I sighed heavily as I watched Ciaran swirl a string of fire around his hand and arm. We had now been living together for seven days and he was more reserved to me now then he had been when we fist met. I sighed heavily as I lied on the bed and felt the darkness of slumber creep over me, pulling me in. "Cyric..........Cyric.......wake up my sweet child" a voice said as if softly floating around me and stroking along my check to awaken me. I groaned slightly as I opened my eyes. There kneeling down beside me was my grandmother she smiled as she saw me staring at her and said softly "my sweet child how much you've grown, you become such a handsome man" I felt tears come to my eyes as I heard her say this. I didn't trust my voice at the moment so I jut flung my arms around her and cried as she held onto me. Stroking my hair my grandma whispered softly in my ear "shh my sweet child everything's ok, I'm here". When I finally stopped crying I smiled as I said to my grandmother "I have missed you so much Grandma" "As I have you my sweet child" she relied, wiping away the last of the fallen tears on my face. I sighed heavily, "He's pulling away from me grandma" "Who my dear?" she replied. "Ciaran, Grandma, we kissed our first night and now he is pulling away from me and I don't understand it, tell me what to do, how do I make him want me" I said as tears welled up in my eyes once more. "shh my child, Ciaran does care for you I can see that clearly, he is jut scared, scared of being hurt once again by a lover, you need to show him you care for him deeply" she said softly. "But how grandma, I don't know what to do or say to him to make him see that I care so such about him already" "You will think of something my sweet, if you don't then that's fine Ciaran will be yours soon enough, do you understand my dear?" I nodded, "I understand grandma" "Remember that I love you and I will always be with you, in your heart, take care my sweet child" she said softly. I smiled and said "I love you grandma" as I said this she began to vanish in a bright silvery light and I fall back into darkness and slumber. I slowly sat up inn bed as I started to wake up, I realised a second that I was alone once again, I groaned as I fall back onto th bed and said to myself "ok, now this is getting ridicules." I grabbed hold of my robe and slipped into t as well as my sandals as I walked out of the cave. Feymina The elf king Savawisda's surprise attack on the army of goblins marching through the elf wood was executed with perfection. With the able assistance of the horde of human barbarians from the north, the two allied forces almost completely decimated the goblins. If it had not been the untimely appearance of the mountain trolls coming to the aid of the goblins the elf victory would have been complete. The elves had just begun to celebrate when the trolls crashed into them, scattering the short-statured elves and their human friends all about. Lady Feymina, daughter of the king, found herself being pursued through the forest by a particularly nasty troll that would not give up the chase. It had been almost an hour before she was able to pause for more than a moment and listen for signs of pursuit. She cursed herself for being foolish enough to think she could take on a mountain troll single-handed. At almost twice her height and many times stronger, it was only Feymina's considerable speed and agility that had kept her alive this long. Somehow she had lost her sword in the chase and was now armed only with her family dagger and a long bow. This was bad enough, but only six arrows remained her in quiver. She paused with her back against a tree. In the distance she could hear the heavy tramping of the troll. It had caught her scent and would now not give up until it or she was dead. Relying only on her bow and speed would now save her. She closed her eyes and nocked an arrow on the string. The troll's thick hide would protect it from most normal injury. Its eyes were its weakest spot and she would need to land an arrow there if she wanted to live. Taking a deep breath Feymina stepped out from behind her tree to let the monster see her in the dim afternoon light. Its yellow eyes light up with delight once he spotted her. In an instant it fell into a long loping run. Calming herself she allowed the monster to cross half the forest clearing before firing her first shaft. It flew true and would have slayed the monster if it had not ducked its head a the last moment when something else flew out of the wood at the monster. The arrow glanced off the troll's thick bony skull. She cursed and started firing the other five arrows out of her quiver, but the monster was so close now and its head was moving to spoil her aim. The last arrow remained on the string until the troll was close enough for her to see the bits of metal it had embedded in its hide to prove its courage and bravery. It opened its hideous maw to bite her and she let loose the last arrow. It sprouted from the creature's left eye socket and the troll tumbled to the ground, coming to a rest at her feet, dead. A smile of relief and satisfaction crossed her face, but was tempered a moment later when she saw a heavy axe protruding from the troll's back. Feymina's hand went to her quiver, but found it empty. Another curse escape her lips and she pulled the dagger from her belt and waited for an attack. "If I had wanted you dead, I would have let the troll kill you," came the voice of one of the barbarians who had assisted the elves in their attack on the goblins. "What are you doing here!" she demanded of him. "Killing trolls," he said simply. He was a tall man with a scraggly beard and shaggy hair. She had only rarely seen humans during her lifetime but knew enough about them to see he was fairly young for one of his race and if he wasn't filthy with sweat, blood and dirt he would have been almost attractive by elven standards. Typical of his race and brethren he wore leather pants and no shirt. A small wooden shield was buckled to his arm and a sling was stuffed into his belt. He walked up to the troll and yanked his axe out of the bloody carcass. Up close he was no better looking than at a distance. Brown hair covered his chest and matched that on his head. How unlike elves humans were. She herself was fine figured and slender, a shower of golden hair tumbled down her back. No elf grew hair on their faces or bodies like a human. Spying the sling in his belt a realization came over her. "It was you who caused the troll to duck and my shot to go awry," she cried in anger. He touched his forehead in an act of contrition. "My apologies. But I did make up for it by killing the creature for you." "You did not! I fired the shot that killed the beast." She kicked the monster's head indicating the arrow that now protruded both fore and aft of the troll's skull. He opened his mouth to disagree, but then they both heard more footsteps from where they had fled. "Quickly," she commanded. "Back into the wood. Follow me." The barbarian wanted to make the point he had done just as much as her to kill their enemy, but both her lacking any effective missile weapons—he knew that if the troll had not been fixated on her he never would have been able to sink his axe into its back—that were best to use against trolls so he decided to flee with her. Hopefully the trolls would soon give up the chase. It was late into the evening before Feymina judged they were safe again. This was a part of the wood she had never been to before, though it was still territory protected by her father's rule. "Do you know where we are?" the barbarian puffed as they took a moment's rest. "No," she replied hazily. Although elves' endurance was much greater than that of humans even she was now becoming tired after a day of fighting and running. "But we are still in my family's wood. We will be safe shortly. See that mark?" she asked, pointing to a tiny rune carved into an oak tree. The barbarian glanced at it and nodded. "Yeah?" Her lips curled back at his crudity. "It shows me where there is shelter. It's not far. Come!" she commanded and slipped into the forest again. He pushed himself up off the ground where he had thrown himself and followed her. It wasn't so bad, running after her, he thought. Although more slender than he liked and barely four feet tall, the ass of the elf maiden was a joy to watch as she walked and ran over the forest floor. They hadn't traveled far before she announced they had arrived, pushed aside some branches and promptly disappeared. "Where are you?" he called out. "Just push the leaves aside, you'll see." Mimicking her motions he pushed aside the leave and was suddenly inside a small space hidden from the rest of the forest. Even for one as skilled in forest lore as himself, he would have missed the hidden room. It wasn't a cave, but an open air chamber concealed by carefully grown trees, bushes and vines: an elf circle. "Clever," he complimented. She ignored him and quickly set to gathering supplies hidden among the rocks and trees in the circle. She quickly loaded her empty quiver with arrows and found a spare sword secreted within a tree's hollow. Food and other supplies were also pulled out of their storage spaces and somehow she started a small fire in the middle of the circle simply by waving her hand over the pile of rocks placed carefully there. "How did you do that?" gasped the warrior. "Magic," she smiled, looked at the flames jumping up from the rocks. It burned without smoke or wood and he marveled at it. "I'll never underestimate the power of elves," he breathed. "See that you don't," she said with dread implications. "This is the perfect hiding place. A troll could be right outside and we'd never bee in danger." "Perfect except for one thing," she said softly. "What's that," he asked absently, sitting down staring at the magic yellow flames and feeding himself some of the travel bread and nuts she had given him. "Tonight is Equinox. King Savawisda timed his attack to coincide with tonight so that our celebrations would be doubled. I'll not be able to celebrate with my family and friends." She sat down next to him on one of the rough stools placed around the fire. "We'll celebrate right here," the barbarian announced. "We'll celebrate being alive and the death of the trolls and goblins." "How?" she asked angrily and glumly. Feymina knew he was simply trying to raise her spirits, but the simple human didn't understand. "We have fire and food and life. That's all we need to celebrate." The elf shook her head. "For an elf to celebrate Equinox...it must be a carnal celebration." He looked at her, uncomprehending for a minute. "What do you mean?" "Elves fuck on Equinox," she told him bluntly and then looked up at the rapidly darkening night. "Assuming the trolls have been vanquished and I ran as fast as I could back to our camp, I would barely get there before sunrise. It will be too late." "It's not the end of the world," the human said softly. "It is for an elf!" she cried out, jumping up and stalking around the fire. The elf circle wasn't more than five human strides across and it barely gave her room to pace. She could feel the influence of the seasons already taking hold of her. Her eyes blazed and she ran her hands up her long pointed ears. "I need to fuck tonight," she cried out in anger and frustration. Eventually her gaze settled on the human barbarian sitting quietly at the fire. "You'll do," she announced because there was no other option. "What?" "Get your pants off," she ordered. In a moment she was stripping off her leather armor and jersey. Before he knew it she was naked before him and he was fascinated. Her long blonde hair had come completely loose from the band she had used to keep it back, but her ears still pointed out from the heavy tresses. An elf's natural coloring wasn't completely pale like a human's but emanated a slightly yellow glow. Her skin was flawless and hairless except for her eyebrows. Not even the tiniest hint of pubic hair grew between her legs. The breasts she carried were small and compact, but perfectly formed, the light pink nipples pointing just slightly upwards. It was a beauty and perfection not seen in human women. "Why aren't you moving!" she demanded. "Take off your clothes!" Startled into action he stood up and dropped his weapons off his belt then slowly pushed down his pants revealing his already thickening cock. In an instant she was on her knees before him, taking his cock into her tiny mouth. He was so unlike male elves, she thought, bigger and hairy, musky with the smell of human sweat. It was different and she decided to enjoy it. The barbarian was surprised at her cocksucking skills. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as if following some ritual that went along with the Equinox celebration. He looked down at the small elf maiden—no, woman, not maiden, he corrected himself, she was obviously no virgin—and marveled at the beauty of her face, her tilted eyes and arched eyebrows. Her lips were cherry red and then formed a perfect O as they engulfed his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. The sudden shock of the situation and her talented tongue was bringing about his orgasm quicker than usual. "Stop or I'll cum too soon," he protested. "You'll cum many times tonight," she promised and resumed her fellatio. Moments later he erupted into her mouth and she swallowed his seed. Even the horis in his tribe didn't do that and he was fascinated by the action. Feymina let his cock slip from her mouth and stood up next to him She barely came up to his chest but that didn't seem to matter. "Lay down," she ordered. "We have much to do." Exhausted from her mouth work, the barbarian had neither the inclination or strength to complain. He stretched out his form next to the magical fire and watched as she rummaged through another hidden storage trunk. Moving quickly so that he didn't protest, she took a set of leather thongs and wrapped them around his wrists and tied them off to projections on the edge of the hidden circle. Suddenly he was unable to freely move his arms. Puzzlement crossed his face as she repeated the process with his ankles leaving him practically immobile, spread-eagled on the ground. "Why are you doing this?" he asked. "You've never fucked an elf before," was her only explanation. "It's to protect you." With that she knelt down above him, her pussy just inches over his face while her mouth found its way down to his cock again. "Make me cum with your tongue and mouth," she commanded. Compelled, he lifted up his head and tentatively licked along her hairless slit. This was an activity normally reserved for female clan members to perform on each other, for no man would deign to debase himself with such indignity, but the scent of her ripe pussy just above him was all he needed to change his mind. He tilted his head up and reached out with his tongue. The taste of her musk was the closest he would ever come to touching a goddess. With lips and tongue and eagerness he set to exploring her hairless cunt. Almost instantly her lubrication started flowing and an unexpected moan escaped the elf's lips. She didn't let this stop her from lowering her cunt down closer to his face and grasping his cock in her hand. The strokes she used were firm and long. An involuntary shudder passed over his body. He quickly learned his way around her nether region. She shivered every time he passed his tongue over her tiny pink protruding clit, moans erupted when he softly bit at the tender flesh of her vulva, and an enthusiastic round of squirming occurred when his tongue circled around her tiny tan asshole. When she occasionally moved her hips up, he was treated to a glimpse of the insides of her thighs and noted a tiny green tattoo imprinted near the top of her left leg. It was right next to the joint of her leg and the complexity of the interlocking knot was a marvel to behold, even in the short views he was given when she rose up for some relief from his tongue. It was impossible to tell how long he worked his way into her cunt and he truly didn't care, even with his arms and legs bound, trapped in the middle of the forest. She woke him from his worship of her cunt with words rasping out of her throat. "I'm going to cum in a minute. Whatever you do, don't stop, and don't waste my gift," He grunted his assent, even if he didn't fully understand, and made no motion to stop. It started with a low keening that gathered strength as her orgasm approached. He had never heard such a sound before and realized it must be how elves voiced their pleasure during sex. Then it happened when her cry suddenly stopped. A rush of fluid came pouring out of her pussy. There was a moment of uncertainly as to what was happening and Feymina used that time to crush her pussy over his mouth and scissor lock her ankles behind his head, effectively keeping his face buried in her cunt. At first he thought she was pissing on him, but then realized the scent and flavor was wrong. Then he thought it was a flood of her natural lubricating juices coming out at once. Then he started to swallow her offerings and he knew the truth. The thick liquid stirred his cock and he was almost instantly hard. He had been certain he would fuck the beautiful elf tonight, but her bodily wine had caused a burning in him that needed to be released. He strained against his bonds and continued swallowing her offering for it was divine. "Swallow it all," she ordered him, now sitting up so she could drain directly into his mouth. "You'll need it to keep up your strength." It was as if a fountain of desire was flowing from between her legs and would not stop. The barbarian had already drunk his fill and still more welled out of her blessed pussy. Just when he was certain he would drown happy and content under her smooth cunt, the flow stopped, but his passion was still inflamed. Sensing she was done, Feymina unlocked her legs and dismounted his face. The moment she did he tried to break free of his restraints. "Even elf men have trouble controlling themselves after partaking of the goddess's offering. I wasn't sure if I could convert your human seed, but apparently elves and humans aren't all that different. I'll mount you in a moment. But know this, we'll be mating all night and in the morning you will be exhausted." She smiled down at him, her long pointed ears poking out from her silky hair. He wondered if he would survive the night. She stood over him, her shapely firm legs on either side of his hips. He strained upward, trying to get his cock into her cunt. A throaty laugh mocked him, but he didn't care. Even forcing his hips as high as he could, he was still more than two feet away from his goal, her smooth pussy decorated by the strange knotted tattoo. Moving swiftly like she always did when handling a dangerous beast she squatted down, gripped his thick cock in her hand and guided it into her cunt. That was all the encouragement he needed. Slamming his hips up and down as she squatted over him, only her feet on the ground, balanced on his cock like an erotic tripod, he hammered in and out of her slick cunt with inhuman speed. It took less than a minute for him to erupt inside her pussy, his thick white semen flooding up and then flowing back down. This gave him pause as he rested his hips, the breath tore in and out of his lungs, his body felt used but energized. "The first orgasm after the drink is the hardest," she told him, settling down to a more seemly position, her knees now on the ground. Her hand reached down to the joining of their cock and cunt and she picked up a few drops of his cum. Her tongue touched the flavorful offering and her almond shaped eyes closed as she enjoyed the taste. It was only now that he noticed his cock was still hard, as if he hadn't cum at all. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back, somewhat surprised at the action. She broke free first, but then lazed her tongue around his lips and cheeks, licking up the last bits of her own wetness. "More?" was all he could think to ask. She nodded with an innocent smile. This time they moved together, her hips going up and down to meet his. This piece of slamming lasted longer but the ending was the same, he sprayed his semen inside her tight soppy cunt and then they took a minute's rest before resuming their mating. This time she leaned back, letting her feet come to a rest on either side of his head, her back was arched and her long hair tickled his knees. They moved slower now, the sex was now less fucking and more love making, as if they were old lovers reunited after a long separation. There was so much semen in her pussy, the barbarian could barely feel any friction within her at all, but somehow he still managed another orgasm into her pink hairless pussy. After his third eruption within her, she leaned forward and kissed him again. He was exhausted and told her he couldn't move. "That's okay, I'll do all the work this time." True to her word, she initiated and controlled their fourth coupling, but this time turning away from him, presenting her sculpted buttocks and tiny tan asshole for his eyes to watch. He could barely feel his cock now, but his body knew what to do. Another wash of cum soon filled her overflowing cunt. He lost track of how many more times they coupled that night and was certain he passed out more than once, only to be reawakened by her lips—sometimes pussy, sometimes facial—on his cock or mouth. When the sun dawned the next morning, he had been released from his bonds and she was curled up next to him, a blanket covering them both. Curious, although he was sexually spent, he reached down between her legs and ran his hand over her cunt. It was smooth and still wet, though at the edges of the wetness, there were flakes of drying semen. She didn't stir. He examined his own cock and saw that it was still attached and apparently in good working order. He sighed in contentment and struggled to his feet. As he was getting dressed Feymina woke up and watched him. Feymina "We have to get back to our armies soon," she said. "I hope I have the strength." "You'll find it," she said with a mischievous grin. "The goddess's wine will sustain you for a few days still." The elf woman wiped herself between her legs with a piece of silk that she then secreted away in her tunic. More supplies were found hidden about the elf circle and soon they were off. After the strange night the barbarian didn't know what to say and the elf was tight lipped so there was no talking during their trek back to the previous day's battlefield. Along the way they found the dead bodies of goblins and trolls, but none of humans and elves, a good sign. She stopped their journey when they both recognized they were nearly back to the battlefield. In the distance her acute hearing could make out sounds of the camp. "Thank you for your gift last night," she told him. He laughed softly, looking down into her eyes. "No, I should thank you. I'll never be able to do that again I'm sure." She smiled. "That is true." Her hands went up to her neck and she unfastened one of the several necklaces she wore. "Take this. If you ever have need in the future of help from an elf, give them this, it is a sign of my family, assistance will be freely offered then." "I can't take this from you." The necklace was a simple black silk ribbon, but on it was a charm of silver, a knot that mirrored the one on her thigh. "It's too valuable." He also knew the dangers of accepting an elf's silver. "You may need it in the someday," she said, and once again moving with a ridiculous swiftness she tied the necklace around his wrist. "We cannot arrive in camp together, it would cause too much suspicion. My family would not be...happy to know I mated with a human. Follow me after an hour. And again, thank you for your gift." He laughed at her. "What gift?" She stepped back and tucked her golden locks behind he pointed ears. "You don't know?" she asked, placed her hands over he abdomen and looked down at them. "You should." With that she slipped onto the path that led to the camp. The big barbarian could only stand there in shock.