4 comments/ 14124 views/ 15 favorites Fae Woods Ch. 01 By: sylentpoet Hello my Literotica friends. This is my very first submission. As much as I read on this sight I felt that I should at least give it a try and write something myself. I did my best, there are no hot and heavy scenes in this chapter as it is the set up and intro to the story. Your response will let me know if you want me to continue and I hope you all like it! ~sylentpoet~ *** He was having the dream again...as a child again. He raced across the forest, feeling the wet grass and crunch of fallen leaves beneath his feet. He was running behind someone. The tinkling of female laughter reaching he ears. He ran that much faster feeling the cool wind break against his face. He though, I have to see her, I need to see her face. Dillon had been having these dreams of this unattainable girl for far back as he could remember, but it had been years since he'd had one. He felt the urgency in he need to see her to see her face. He was close he could feel it. Again he heard her laughter. "You have to run faster Dill, you can do it!" her voice spurned him even faster. He raced for her he caught glimpses of her darting between the trees and ducking under low hanging branches without missing a step. Damn she was fast he thought. But he kept up the chase, he had to reach her. This dream was different. He never got this close to her before. His heart ponded in his chest he was almost caught up to her. "Oh my how you've gotten faster over the years. You are almost ready." It was strange how she could speak to him and run so fat he could hear her as if she stood next to him. He could almost touch her. Her child like form sped ahead of him. He felt as if his eye were playing tricks on him, the locks flew behind the girl at first look seemed to be golden but the closer he got they had a green ting to them. They were laced through with what looked to be leaves and flowers from the surrounding forest. Her slim caramel brown limbs kept her just out of his reach. They ran straight into a clearing. The sun shining through the branches overhead. She came to a halt he almost ran into her back coming to a screeching halt behind her right before he did. "It has been long since I have seen you my friend." The sound lilt of her voice settled over him like a warm breeze. He wanted to know the name of this girl as nothing came to mind. "Sienna" she said. Such a beautiful name he thought. "Thank you, but it has been too long if you can't even remember my name." "Do I know you?" Dillon spoke to the girl. "It saddens me to think that you donna have any memories of me." She said. Dillon could hear the hurt in her voice and it touched a place within him that had him wondering what was really going on here. He reach out to touch her but she took a step forward just out of his reach again. He grasped nothing but the air where she once stood. "Who are you?" he asked. But she ignored his question seeming not to hear him at all. "I hoped that taking this form would help you remember. But it hasn't. You need to come back Dill, time is running short and you have a promise to keep." With that the girl vanished before his eyes and Dillon woke with the girl's... Sienna's word ringing in his head. He sat up in his bed, wiping the sweat from his brow. Man that was a strange dream he thought. Looking at the bed side clock he saw that it was 5:30 in the morning and with his thoughts whirling from the dream he knew that he would not get back to sleep. What a way to start a vacation. Dillon got up in search of a cup of coffee and made his way out onto the balcony of the resort hotel to watch the sun rise. He knew that it seemed strange for an African-American man to want to take a vacation in Ireland but that is where he found himself. He had always had a love for and an insatiable want for knowledge of the land. He was fascinated by the history and lore of the whole country but never the nerve or health to make the trip until now. Dillon had never really been a very healthy child. So much so that he could never really play or go out for sports as most children do. He spent most of his time wondering the woods behind the house that his mother and the man that called himself his father lived. It was there that he discovered the large stone that with strange marking, at the age of 8, was as tall as he was. It was intriguing, the warmth that emanated from the stone that never seemed to change no matter the season, it was always warm. He loved the area a decided that day it would be his favorite spot and he visited it day as his health allowed. One thing he noticed is that he always felt better after he spent time in his favorite place. He would often take walks and a snack or packed lunch there. It was his getaway. He never felt comfortable around other children. Dillon found himself alone a lot and his mother always encouraged him to try and make friends with the other kids but he just never felt right doing so. He couldn't do what they did and always felt left out when he couldn't participate. But in his favorite place he could do all the things the other kids did and more, even if it were only in his imagination. It was after one of those days that Dillon started to get better and stay that way. But he could not stay away from his favorite spot or better yet he almost felt drawn to it. One night, during the time of his unexplained recovery, he started having the dream always running through the forest chasing something and the haunting laughter of the little girl. Until today, he had never seen her or gotten so close to her before. A least that he could remember, the way the girl spoke in the dream gave him the feeling that he should remember more but his mind did not cooperated. It was a mystery. The other reason he like going to his favorite spot is that he hated to hear his parents fight. Before his mom kicked his dad out, they fought a lot. This eventually led to a divorce that Dillon felt most the time was his fault. He used to ask his mother if there was anything he could do to make it better, or just tell her that he would be good so that dad wouldn't get so mad all the time. It never seemed to work though. Dad would always get mad at him for one thing or another and start yelling at him. Mom would step in to defend him and it would escalate from there. One day he got so mad, at something Dillon couldn't remember to this day, that he actually hit him and he slid across the floor. There wasn't much to him in those times so it didn't take much to move him, but that was the last straw for his mother. That was the last night his father slept in that house. The next day while his father was still at work Dillon's mother furiously went through the house packing his things. By the time his father got home all of his stuff was on the front porch and the locks had been changed. The thing that surprised Dillon the most is that he expected his father to at least try to work things out but he never did. Dillon went on with his life, going to college moving, away from home, and pursuing a career as a successful plant biologist. He even filled out quite well considering how he started out in life. At 6'4 with flawless chocolate skin, never having the acne that plagued most teens, he towered over most of the scientist that were in his department as well as being 1 of 5 African-Americans that at the Center of Environmental Study. He never had time to work out,he was to much of a nerd. He was busy in school, most of his time was buried in his studies or now in the working world or this new botanical study or that. Yet he still seemed to fill out his clothes like a linebacker on a football team. He turned heads everywhere he went as women seemed to be drawn to his good looks. Because of this Dillon had friends that hung with him because they were sure to get lucky, even if it were just his cast offs. And because of his inability or lack of interest in the ladies, his occupation, and the deep color his eyes, his boys affectionately called him Mr. Green. Catching ladies just wasn't his favorite activity, he would rather be the latest bit of flora to cross his microscope or have his nose in a book about the Irish faerie lore much to the consternation of his few friends as they just could not understand his lack of interest when women were so interested in him. It was only a month ago, after the death of his mother, that Dillon got an idea as to what was in his father's head after his mom kicked him out. While Dillon was going through some of his mother's papers he found a letter from his father to his mom telling her money was the only thing tha the found attractive about her and that he didn't want anything else to do with a cheating ho and a green eyed kid he didn't think was his anyway. No one in his family had eyes that color and none in hers that he knew of did either. So where did Dillon's eye color come from? I was sad to Dillon that his father could dismiss him on so simple a thing as his eyes but he felt it was more to the story that that but whatever answers he could have gotten died with his mother. Still, Dillon was deeply hurt by the loss of his mother. He decided that he was not ready to return to work nor did he want to stay in the house that held so many memories both good and bad, he took an extended sabbatical from work and booked a trip to Ireland. Now he looked out at the shining sun and over the rolling green hills wondering what his next move would be. For today, he planned on doing some exploring maybe he would meet some of the wee folk on his trip, one never knows what the woods hold. Fae Woods Ch. 02 So here is the next chapter. Dillon gets to meet the girl haunting dreams and an eye full n the process. Bear with me there is no sex in this chapter but things do heat up a bit. The next chapter will have a lot of the hot and heavy. As before, I look forward to reading your comments so please let me know what you think. I hope you all are happy with where the story is going from here. Yours Truly, ~sylentpoet~ *** Dillon wiped the sweat from his brow as he walked further up the trail. He took a sip of water from the bottle he brought with him and placed it back in the side of his backpack. Dillon was in love with his environment right now. All of the trees and flora around him had his mind at complete ease. It was a beautiful day and a great day for a hike. The more time he spent time out here the more he wanted to stay. It was now about a week into his vacation/sabbatical and Dillon couldn't think of anywhere else in the world he wanted to be. The only part of his vacation that still bothered him was the dreams of the girl Sienna. He had been dreaming of her every night since his arrival and he still had not seen her face. It was driving him crazy. He seemed to have this insatiable need to see her and now almost anticipated his time in the dreams just so he could revel in the fleeting glimpses he got of her. What he found intriguing was that he was always a child in the dreams and he felt a pulling to run and to look for the owner of the tinkling laughter that haunted him even in his waking hours. Questions still roamed around his head about that first and only conversation he had with Sienna. What was he almost ready for? What promise had he made? What was he supposed to remember? He felt that that he should be remembering something he just didn't know what. Dillon was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that he almost missed the rustling sounding off to his left. He knew that it was a mistake to leave trail, after all he had no idea what could be making the nose, but something in his gut that nudging him to go and see what had made that noise. He back traced down the path veering off toward where he heard the noise. As he entered the dense greenery he heard more of the rustling that had caught his attention in the first place. Man did he love this place, as he looked around for the source of the sound he could not help but appreciate his surroundings, lush plants and flower surrounded him. He walked further into the woods feeling the pace of his heart accelerate the deeper he went into the wood. He spotted something up ahead and started in that direction. He couldn't help the feel of déjà vu as he follows the unknown source. Suddenly, it stopped and he did the same. Slowly he made his way to the spot where he last saw movement. He stepped through the leaves and found himself in a clearing not unlike the one that was in the woods behind his mother's house. Stranger yet was the large upturned stone in the middle. His feeling of déjà vu increased as he walked towards the rock, pursuing the animal that made the noise completely forgotten. He approached somehow knowing that the rock would feel as warm as the one in the woods of his childhood home. He reached out to touch the rock, a lilting childlike voice from behind him stopped him saying "Are you sure you want to do that? You might be surprised by what you find." Dillon dropped his hand not believing his ears and turned to see the owner of that voice. What he saw made him lose his breath in disappointment and mentally berate himself for letting his imagination get the best of him. It was a little girl alright, but obviously not the one from his dreams as this girl had long raven hair. She looked to be around ten years old and had eyes the same color green as his. She intrigued him in that he knew by the color of her skin that she was one of the few blacks to be found in Ireland but was obviously mixed with the light skinned counter parts. She asked her question again. Dillon knew he was staring too hard if the girl felt the need to ask again. "Sorry for my rudeness, but aren't you a little young to be in these woods alone and that is just a rock." Dillon said concerned for the girl. "Do you need help finding your way out?" She shook her head no and laughed; Dillon shook his head the laughter pulling at his memories. "Have I seen you before?" Again she shook her head this time saying yes. She slowly started to walk towards him making circles around him increasing his confusion. "Have I seen you in the city? What are you doing out here alone? You could get hurt." "I'm not here alone. I was playing with an old friend." "Where is your friend? You two shouldn't be playing out here it's dangerous." "He is close by and there are a lot more the just the two of us out here." "I don't see anyone else out here. Are you sure you don't need any help getting out of the woods." "No. I spend most of my time here. At lease there is no danger from the wood that is." She stopped directly in front of him with a huge smile on her face, rocking from heel to toe as children sometimes do. Dillon had not noticed but as she took her walk around him, she had come closer each trip around him and now stood extremely close. "Didn't you parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" "But you are not exactly a stranger are Dill." He was surprised; this little meeting was getting stranger by the minute. How did child know his name? His tall frame towered over the little girl so he bent himself at the knees to bring him down to her level. He noticed that the girl had a bit of a green tint to her skin and wondered if she was somehow sick. He decided to ask about her health that her knowledge of his name because she could have easily heard it from one of the people at the hotel. "Are you feeling ok? You look a little green around the gills there." She shook her head hair flying around her shoulders in every direction. When she stopped the green seemed to have disappeared. "Better?" Dillon was convinced that his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Well, tell you what, I'm on my way back to the hotel so why don't I walk you back there and see you safely to your home." "You were not on your way, you were about to touch the stone. And I asked you if you are sure you wanted to do that. To which you still have not answered." This brought where they were and the stone back to the fore front of his mind. He looked over to the stone and back. "It's just a stone, I'm sure that it's no big deal." "And I'm sure you and I know better than that. This particular stone is very special around these parts. Just like another one that you know." Ok this was just getting too weird. "I don't know what you mean." Dillon said evasively. "Oh but you do." She moved to stand next to the subject of conversation. Dillon stood confused. He was getting a strange feeling again. "It's just a stone and I think that we should go." "You give up so easily, are you scared of it?" He took the few steps that separated him the child and the stone. "Like I said, it's just a stone" and reached out as placed his hand on the stone. Immediately he felt the warmth of the stone. As he had guessed earlier, the stone was just like the one in his backyard wood. "Wow." "Just so, now it's time that you remembered everything." She reached out and touched the stone while Dillon's hand was still on it. "This is just to mark you." She said. Then Dillon felt a surge of heat and energy travel up his arm to his shoulder. He wanted to pull his hand away but couldn't. The heat began burn and he gritted his teeth against the pain. He looked over to the girl and before his eyes she began to change. Her hair began to bind itself together into locks and the raven color bled away to mint green. He stared in wonder as finally knew he was looking at the face of the girl from his dreams. Her name whispered from his lips. She smiled at him when she heard her name on his lips. Sienna's change did not stop there; she began mature before his eyes shedding her childlike appearance. Her limbs started to rearrange themselves lengthening. The sexiest pair of legs he ever had the pleasure to see appeared beneath the skirt of that seemed to be made of gossamer leave and vines, stretching her body bringing her height to his shoulder. Her hips began to widen and her waist line, now visible to his sight, drew in even more revealing more of the green tinted caramel skin he was beginning to love. Her single vine strapped matching top also filled out with breast that look impossible large for the frame that stood before him. The pain in his arm began to ebb but he felt it pulse. He looked to her heart shaped face once again. What he saw took his breath away. Flawless skin, lush kiss me lips, high cheek bones, and beautiful wide almond shaped eyes. She was the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on from her cute little toes to the tips of her little pointed ears. It was at this point in his admiration of her that one of her most beautiful asset unfurled from her back in the form of wings. They towered over them both and looked like the most intricate and delicate lace work he had ever seen. He just continued to look at her in wonder. Never thinking he would ever see something so glorious in his life. "And this" she said closing the distance between them in a step bringing her body against him filling him with unbearable desire. "is so you will remember." She brought her hand gracefully behind his head bringing his head down to her soft lips. Images flashed in his mind so fast he couldn't keep up. The next thing he knew was darkness, and he crumpled to the ground his newly marked arm and hand falling away from the stone in a dead faint. Fae Woods Ch. 03 Here is the third installment of Fae Woods. If you have not read chapters 1 and 2 I encourage you to do so before reading this chapter. Things heat up a bit as our couple reestablishes their childhood bond as adults. Looking forward to see what you think. All comments are welcome. Please keep in mind that this whole world is just a work of my imagination lightly sprinkled with fae lore. *** The first thing that Dillon noticed was the pounding in his head. Jeezs, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a headache this bad. Then the last dream he had came back full force. He remembered everything... and it was strange. Then he heard that angelic voice in his ear, "It wasn't a dream Dillon." Dillon pride his eyes open to look at the owner of that voice and he was surprised anew at how beautiful Sienna was, of how beautiful she had become from the only playmate that he had as a child that did not leave him behind because of his health. He always felt a kinship with her that he never found again in his life. "Sienna, Sisi, God are you real. I thought that you were just a figment of my imagination. All those dreams I had were real... But what I don't understand is why I couldn't remember until now. Why would you take away the best memories I have of my childhood?" He tried to sit and his head started swimming. "Take it easy Dill, when the fates mark us it can take a lot of strength out of you." She said. But Dillon couldn't stay still. He had so much he wanted to say to her he could hardly get his thoughts together. As he spoke he knew he was babbling and he knew it but he couldn't shut himself up He just let the questions continue to roll off his tongue, then she kissed him and questions were the last thing on his mind. Dillon lost all train of thought, he started kissing her back; she moaned the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He reached up to pull her closer to him, damn, his body was on fire. Wait, his is lips stopped moving, it was just his arm that was on fire. It hurt like a bitch! He pulled away looking to see what was causing him pain. What he saw shocked the hell out of him. His arm was crisscrossed with Celtic knotting and with strange lettering that he had only see on the rock outside his home and the rock that he found in the clearing with Sienna. What the Hell! The tattoo like marking ran from the base of his knuckles to the top of his shoulder giving him the wickedest looking tattoo he had ever seen. "It is more than just a tattoo. You have been marked by the Fates as a warrior and a prince among our kind." "What?!" he was in shock. "I donna know what to tell you but you have been marked for greatness. I know that you won't disappoint us." Falling into the childhood name "Sisi, I have no idea what you are talking about. 'Marked for greatness' I'm just a biologist. What do you expect me to do?" "I expect you to make good on the blood promise you made to me." With that said, images began to fill Dillon's head; he saw himself and Sienna as children again in his special place. *** "I'm so tired of being sick all the time. I want to be like the other kids, don't get me wrong Sisi, but I want run like I do when I'm with you and not feel like I'm about to cough up a lung. I want to climb things just be... normal." "But you aren't normal. You are special, you have a connection to my world that most humans donna have. I think that's why you feel better when you are with me because you are more of my world than you know. Than even I know." Sienna was so sad that her friend felt so out of place. She wanted to help but wasn't sure she could. "But I don't want to be special! I just want to be NORMAL. I hate going to the doctors all the time. They don't know what's wrong with me but they keep sticking me and examine me for this and that. What's wrong with me?" Dejectedly, he stopped the pacing he'd been doing and sat next to Sienna. She thought for a moment. "I think that there may be a way I can help but I'm not sure I can do it right as I've never done it before." "What?! What is it I'm willing to do anything." "Whoa, be careful who you say things like that to, especially to a fairy because they might just take you up on it." "Don't try to change the subject, what is it, you know that I'd do anything to help you." She hated seeing that desperate look in his eyes. "Dill I'm not sure, this could be dangerous and I could get in trouble if anyone found out." "Please, Sienna" tears filled his eyes "For you Dill, only for you." Sienna was willing to do anything for her Dilly. She loved her little human. He was her best kept secret and she wanted to keep it that way. Her family didn't know that she spent so much time with the human but she had been drawn to him from the first time she saw him when he inadvertently activated the fairy gate. No one used the gate that she found him through. She had been out exploring on her own and felt the pull of the gate. She had been deep in the Fae Woods when the most delicious sent she ever smelt hit her nose and was curious to know where it came from as no one was really even allowed to be where she was. She followed her nose to through the gate and saw a boy sitting beside the gate. He couldn't see her but she had a great view of him. She also saw what had attracted her to the gate in the first place. The boy sat eating some kind of sweat confection that was filled with something that looked gooey and sweet. Oh goodness, did she want to give it a try, it looked so tasty. Beside him sat another confection that looked just a sweet and untouched. She turned herself into her tiny pixie like form and planned only to take a small bite... that was the day they met and and the beginning of a friendship that she would never forget. "A blood promise." She stated. "A what?" "A blood promise would allow me to help you but you would owe me a debt that you will be obligated to pay in full at the time of my choosing." "What would I have to do?" "That would be for me to decide and when. Most fae do not make these promises as the person the promise is given to can call it in at any time and can put them in a position of vulnerability. Would you be willing to do that?" "Sisi, I trust you and know that you would never do anything to hurt me. Can we make this promise thing? It can't be worse than anything I've already had to do for a doctor." "I would have to cut you and myself, are you sure you want to go through with this?" "If you are sure it will work, I will give it a try. Like I said, I trust you." Oh how she wanted to keep her little human. She wanted to take him away to her home to keep and she had a feeling that she knew why the problem of the sickness that seemed to pelage him every time he left the magic of the stone but knew that was not an option. The people of her village would have a lot of questions for her that she was not ready to answer nor did she want to deal with the wrath of her farther and king for doing something that he strictly forbade. She reached into the air and Dillon watched as her finger began to glitter and glow and she pulled a small dagger from thin air. She held her arm out, bearing her left forearm she drug the dagger down her arm, sucking her teeth at the pain, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. "Give me your arm." Dillon shakily handed her his arm. Sienna took hold of his wrist brought his arm closer to her. She looked up into his eyes questioning his determination with a look. He gave her a slight nod of his head letting her know he was still on board. She sliced his left forearm in the same manner she had her own, he grunted at the pain trying not to show any sign of how bad it hurt. Sienna then grabbed his hand and pressed the open wounds together allowing their blood to mingle. She looked into his eyes saying "I give to you this favor sealed in blood this day. Now you say 'For your favor, I give you my oath and promise yours to call, mine to repay.'" Dillon repeated the words as Sienna told him, then he felt the tingling his arm. It quickly spread from his arm over his whole body then ebbed away. Sienna released his arm "It is done, the blood promise is complete. You will feel the change in your body and the sickness will not bother you anymore." Dillon stood and started to walk around the clearing looking at the fully healed scar that now marked his arm "SiSi, I feel... I feel different but something isn't right." Sienna rose and her worry written on her face "What is it? I'm sure I did it right. What are you feeling?" "I'm not sure, but I don't feel...." Sienna's stricken face was the last thing he saw as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the ground in a dead faint. What he didn't see nor would he remember is what happened next. "Oh dear Fates, Dillon! Noooo, please get up!" she yelled shaking his shoulder. "Please Dilly, you have to wake up." She cradled his head in her arms crying. "I'm so sorry, you were perfect just the way you were." She continued to rock him and cry pressing her head to his and her hair blocked out her view of everything but her Dilly. "Sienna, stop your tears. You little friend is not hurt." Sienna's head snapped up clutching her precious burden to her chest. Thought she had never met them before for few fae ever laid eyes on them or any other creature of legend, but what stood before he was were The Fates. The pure white Grecian robes they wore billowed around them from a breeze only they could feel their hair floated about in the same manner. They just reeked of power few ever witnessed. Sienna turned her eyes away because it was hard for her to look on such majestic beings. The last record anyone had of The Fates was in the time of Macbeth when they appeared to him as witches telling him of his fate to become king. Before that they had been spotted on the Norse shores tending to the people there. But the Fates had power beyond measure and could take the form of any being they wished and were found touching the fates of all living things on earth throughout time. They had no time they were timeless forever in the pursuit of keeping the balance of the living even in death. No witches could ever contain the power of the three beings in front of her. The Fates spoke as one once again, "You are correct in your thoughts of us. We are the fate of every tale that you have heard. You may raise your eyes. We will temper down our power. " The light that seemed to shine from their very pores seemed to dim and Sienna raised her eyes to them once again. One of the sisters stated "We are known by many names little one. The Moirai" Another sister "Parcae" The last sister "Norns" All three "are just a few names." The first sister said with a motherly smile "But you may call me Nona" "I am Decima" "And I am Morta" "Might I ask why you are here?" Sienna asked. "Your favor to your little friend has prompted our appearance." Stated Nona. "Yes, this little fellow was not to survive the year. Yet your blood promise has presented us with a little dilemma. As I am sure you have guessed, your friend does carry the mark of the woodland fae such as yourself but his human blood is at war with his fae side. You know the way of these things, these Halfling children do not do well in one world or the other. Each side needing its own environment, fae need the fae world, humans need the human world. It is amazing he has survived this long. He should have died long ago." Sienna gasped at Morta's words and hugged Dillon to her even tighter. "That is not for you to decide dear sister." Said Decima. "No please don't take him from me." Sienna said her tears started a new. "This is also not your choice little fae, you knew what you did was forbidden. Now, we could let your little promise extend his life." This also came from Decima. "Or we could let it be the deciding factor in the extinction of his life" Morta chimed in. At this point, Sienna's fear for her friend was gnawing at her insides. This is when Nona spoke "Hush sisters. I have seen what will come of this if the child dies now. We all know of the fate that waits in the fae world should we allow this child to live. I believe that this child can restore the balance and that is what is important." The other two sisters "You are right sister. His life can be put to a better use. We will allow this child to live to keep the balance." Sienna watched this byplay in complete silence. These were fae that you did not want to anger. Her heart sored when she heard that they were going to let her Dilly live. Maybe she would bring him home for safe keeping. She was willing to face the others and her father to keep Dilly safe. It's not like it isn't something that the fae have never done before. The Fates replied to her thoughts "You presume too much, your deed will not go unpunished." Nona "You will indeed be an important part in the acceptance of this half fae into the fae world. We will mark him as one of us when the time is right." Decima "You will teach him of our world. Your life force will forever be linked to his." Morta "Should you die, so will he and the same for you should he die." The fates as one "But for your disobedience, you will no longer be allowed to see him until that time." The power of the fates surged as before, and then Nona lifted her hand in Sienna's direction ripping Dillon from her arms. She screamed "No please don't do this!" Decima "And Dillon will have no memories of even meeting you, but you my dear, will have yours of him." Sienna, was flung back through the gate and tried to go back through to see what happened to her friend only to find that it had been sealed closed by the Fates. She looked to her arm, and the scar that should have been there was gone. She fell to her knees and cried fear of never seeing her friend again filling her heart. *** All Dillon remembered now was passing out after he made the promise to Sienna then nothing at all. He put two and two together because soon after that last meeting with Sienna the dreams had started. He hadn't been sick anymore after that but he had lost the best friend that he ever had but didn't know that he had until now. Sienna looked at him remembering the same moment and much more. "Sisi, why didn't you come back to see me? Why did you leave?" Dillon jumped to his feet pacing, headache forgotten, and absently rubbing his arm. The very spot were the scar should be. He looked down at the spot and before his eyes the long line of the scar appeared again. He thought to himself, I don't know how much more of this spooky stuff he could take. "I told you that I would still value our friendship if you helped me but you disappeared. I've been haunted by you my whole life and never knew why? Please tell me something. I'm losing my mind here." He looked over to Sienna as she stared a now matching scar on her for arm mouth gaping. "Sienna, have you heard a word I said?" she dropped her arm looked up at Dillon and stood and walked over to him taking his left hand in hers tracing the scar sending tingles in places Dillon was not trying to think about right now. "Dilly, it was not my choice to leave you. I wanted to take you with me but what I did that day was against fae law and I knew it. The Fates punished us for it. My guess is they took your memories to soften the blow as you really didn't know what you asked and left mine because I did. Those dreams you had, they were memories of us. Your will is alot stronger than even the Fates believed. But the dreams you've had since coming to Irland were real, I was there. I had those dreams too. I knew that it was time for you to come to my world well... our world. Come with me through the gate. Our destiny waits." "Wait, you want me to go through this gate of yours. I don't know about this. That does not sound like a good idea to me. I have had enough strange things happen to me in one day. Going through some strange fae gate to I-don't-know-what is too much. I'm not just some wayward traveler you can lead around by the nose. How do I know this is not just another dream?" She brought her body up against his desire lending a sexy huskiness to her voice and her accent was more pronounced, "Do I feel like a dream to you?" He gulped down his next breath as all of the blood in his head rushed to his penis and he hoarsely stated "That is debatable." She smiled, "I assure you" she lightly kissed his chin. "that I" she slowly ran her hands up his abdomen and chest resting them behind his neck. "am not" She used the leverage of his hands behind his neck to lift herself then locked her legs around his hips resting her core right on top of his raging hard on he almost burst when he felt her heat scald him through his shorts. "a dream" with that, she kissed him rocketing his passion for her to the tenth power. He filled his hands with her plush ass grinding into her heat. Damn, her ass was just as soft as her lips that seemed to be devouring his. So sweet he was getting dizzy. He heard her moan as massaged her luscious globes and he could feel her nipples pebble against his chest. This was absolutely the hottest thing he has ever experienced. She lifted her head from his and asked again "Do you still think I'm a dream? Will you come with me now?" Oh did he, she had no idea. He started kissing and licking the column of her neck and she squeezed her legs around him started making those little noises that were driving him wild. Suddenly she fluttered her wings and was out of his arms in seconds. She hovered just out of his reach. If this was a dream it was the best dream he ever had, he didn't want to wake up. "Dillon! Have YOU not heard a word I'VE said?" "Yes, I heard you. But you are very distracting" He made a hand motion to the very apparent tent in his shorts. And she laughed. "Well I guess we both possess that particular talent" motioning to front of her blouse to the equally apparent nipples that were protruding beneath the fabric. Dillon was transfixed. He could imagine the feel of those nipples in his mouth. Sienna snapped her fingers in front of breaking his train of thought. "Dillon, can you not stare off into space when we are talking. I know what you'd rather be doing. Please Dilly; will you come to the other side with me just to see if you can help?" She held her hand out for him to take waiting. Dillon sighed with defeat her distress affecting him deeply "Ok my little temptress," He took her hand. "I will come with you, but I don't know how much I can help. I'll do what I can but I can't make any promises." She stopped just before they crossed the threshold of the gate looking back at him into his eyes, "But you already have." There was a tingle in his scar to remind him of just that and they walked into the gate hand in hand. Fae Woods Ch. 04 So guys here is chapter 4, I let my imagination run a little wild in the creation of the fae world. Hope you all enjoy what I came up with. Look forward to your comments and votes. ~sylentpoet~ *** Going through the fae gate was a bit disorienting for Dillon. "You get used to it." Sienna stated. "The more you use the gates the less affect they have on you when you cross over." As he got his senses under control, he got his first look at the fae world. What greeted his eyes was amazing. There were trees that were impossibly tall and gorgeous flora with blossoms as full as his head. He had never seen plant life like this in all the years he worked in horticulture. His first thought was to take samples back to his lab to examine the fine nuances of what was out here. His eyes were assaulted with all the vivid colors. He released Sienna's hand going over to a bright yellow flower with. The smell coming off the flower was intoxicating. His intention was to get a closer look maybe even a sample he could examine later. As he reached out to stroke a petal of the flower, Sienna grabbed his wrist stopping him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He looked at her questioningly. "It would do you good to remember while you are here to know that nothing is what it seems. The clowa flower, though beautiful and benign looking, can be quite dangerous to those who donna know better." She bent and picked up a long stick from the ground and stroked the petal he had been about to touch. Edges around each petal sprouted teeth and the flower snapped shut taking half of the stick with it. Dillon jumped back from the flower. "Keep in mind that we are not the only carnivorous creatures out here." As if to punctate her point said flower opened again shudder and hissed at them and retreated further into the brush of its own accord. "Consider it duly noted." "Let's get moving. We don't want to be caught out here outside of the protection of the village after dark." "What village?" "My village, it is to be our destination for now." "'for now' what is that supposed to mean?" "You know, you surely have a lot of questions." "It's an occupational habit. I'm a scientist you know. And you still did not answer the question. Well..." "Well, on this side your science will not help you. It'll be magic you'll be needin' and with the way the Fates have marked you. You should have plenty of it. You just need to learn how to tap into it. Speaking of..." Sienna reached into the air and like the only other time Dillon saw her use magic, and fingers began to glitter glow and began to rub his still aching arm seeming to wipe the marks right off of him. "This is only a glamor. When you figure out how to get rid of it then you will be ready to show them. If not, then you are sure to get a lot of attention that you willna want to deal with." Amazed at her use of the magic, Dillon looked at his now unmarked arm and said "Wow, I don't know if I'll ever get used to all this." "You'll get used to it faster than you know. Now, let us get movin' again, we want to get to the village before dark. Its goin' to take us a bit longer since you don't have your wings and we won't be flyin'" She started walking not waiting for a reply as they were wasting the very limited daylight they had left. The first trial they had to face a waited them in the village better they do it before they had to face something worse in the wood. The fae world could be a very dangerous place if you didn't know how to navigate it. There were things out there that made carnivorous plants look like daisies. They trekked on through woods as the sun made its decent. Dillon was amazed at all the different flora and fauna that did not exist in the earth realm. Sienna told him of the different species as they traveled enjoying her home world a new through his eyes. She told him of the plants that were poisonous, dangerous, and even edible and shocked him with the last when she plucked a flower and took a big bite out of the bright pink flower. Laughing and chewing around the bite she said, "No worries, they are quite tasty. Not as good as the pasty you used to bring me but they still are very good you should try one." Dillon shook his head no as he'd seen enough of the dangerous kind plants to take a chance on eating one. Just then, Dillon heard the voice of someone that seemed to be distressed. "Sienna, do you hear that?" "Hear what?" "That voice. It sounds as if someone is in trouble." The voice was troubling him. He started to go in the direction he thought he heard the voice coming from. Sienna grabbed his hand to prevent him from going in the wrong direction. "I'm not hearin' what you are. And you can't just go off not knowing where you are. Come on we don't have much time before the sun is gone. We have to go." Sienna said thinking he was losing it and, with a firm grip on his hand, started to walk towards her village. The sun was getting dangerously low. Dillon started to follow but her but stopped dead in his tracks when heard the voice again the owner sounding even more distressed. He couldn't ignore it as Sienna seemed to be doing. "No, I have to go see." Dillon on pulled his hand out of Sienna's and started taking quick strides in the direction his instinct was telling him to go. "Dillon no, we are already pushing it" Sienna said worriedly quickly following Dillon. "You have to trust me. Someone is in need. I can't ignore it." Dillon said going through thicker brush, ducking under the low hanging branches. Then came to a stop when he found what had him troubled. Sienna almost crashed into his back from the abrupt stop he made. Dillon didn't know what to make of what he saw. He heard Sienna's sharp intake of breath when she looked around his wide shoulders to see what he saw. There at the bottom of a hillside in a glade was a small creature, almost childlike in stature, looked to be trapped beneath some large rocks. She either fell or was pushed over and got wedged between the rocks causing the lose rocks and pebbles to fall with her if the debris on top os her and caught in her hair were any indication. The cries that Sienna had not heard before now made since as she looked on the creature. It was a maladen nymph. They were not very large creatures and did not speak audible as most other creatures in the fae world did. They communicated on telepathic channels most fae could communicate telepathically but the maladen had a frequency that was all their own. They usually travelled in packs for their protection as they were not that powerful in magic but made up with it in their vicious fighting skill and pack mentality. The fact that this one was out here and alone did not bode well for her or the others from her pack. And looking at the current situation she was in it did not look good for her survival if they didn't help her fast. The strange thing was that there were very few in fae kind that had the telepathic ability to communicate with this particular breed of nymph and only then the most powerful of their kind could. This obviously spoke volumes as to the amount of power the Fates had given to Dillon. He was using his powers in a very unique way and was not even aware that he was doing so. Dillon, "He have to help her, she is in so much pain." "She doesn't even look alive by the way she is draped over that bolder. She hasn't moved an inch since we walked this way." "I can't see how you say that she is all but screaming for help. You can't tell me you don't hear her." "No Dillon I can't but we can discuss the particulars later. If we are going to help her we have to do it now and fast. Night approaches soon and if we stay out here we will be the one needing help." Dillon looked at her as if she was the one losing her mind the sound of the agony from the girl in front of them ringing in his ears. They walked over to where the little nymph lay to asses her situation. "How are we gonna get her out? She is stuck in there pretty good." Sienna said "Can't you use some of your faery magic to get her out? You know the whole glowing finger deal." "Sorry, it's not like I can magically lift the bolder. I make things appear and appear to disappear. Neither will help her out. We are gonna need some brute strength here." "I don't want to hurt her any more than she already is if I try to move the main rock on top of her. I could cause her more injury." The little nymph managed to lift her head though it was obviously a struggle for her to do so and looked directly into Dillon's eyes, he paused for a moment as he listened something she was saying, then he spoke again directly to the little nymph as she dropped her head. "Are you sure? I may not be able to lift the boulder enough to get you out." He paused again in silent communication. With and ok to whatever the nymph had said, Dillon looked over to Sienna. Dillon hurriedly dropped his pack and grabbed the bottle of water from the side. "She has to have been out here most of the day if the dried blood from that gash on her forehead is any indication. I'm going to give her a bit of water, I'm sure she is dehydrated. While I'm doing that, Sienna, If you could, clear away the smaller rocks first, then I'm going to try and lift that big bolder off of her. WHEN I lift it I'm going to need you to try and pull her out." They got down to the business at hand and after much straining on Dillon's side did not budge the rock one bit. Thankfully the little nymph passed out from the pain but Dillon could tell that she was still alive. Those instincts that led him earlier told him so. "Dillon, we are running out of light, we may have to leave her." "NO, I will not. We have to save her!" Something in his tone must have hit a cord with her as she had to take a step back and a flash of fear went across her face but was gone as quickly as it had come. "We are in danger in the open like this. We have to leave now before the night creatures come claim all of us." The worry was apparent in her voice. This gave him pause. "Sienna, just what kinds of creatures are out here?" "I'm sure you do not want to find out, most are worse than anything you have in the Earth realm. But the worst are of the two legged faery variety. We really should leave." Dillon heard the voice of the little nymph in his head again. "No please do not leave me to die like this! Please, please don't!" Dillon felt something surge on the inside of him. He would not leave her like this. Like a man possessed he attacked the bolder. Pouring all of his strength and everything he had into trying to lift the boulder sweat pouring from his brow. He grunted and gritted he teeth with the effort he was putting forth. What he could not see, at that moment as he channeled all that he was into his task, was the glow that began to take over. His hands first and the marks so recently covered by Sienna started to glow through the glamor she had put on to cover them. Sienna was so shocked by what she was seeing that she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing. As the runes and symbols glowed brighter, Dillon began to lift the bolder. He had so much power going into the bolder that pieces of the bolder began to crumble away at the pressure he had on it. Sienna quickly got a hold of herself, and grabbed the little nymph under her arms and drug her from beneath her rock prison. As soon as she was clear, Dillon dropped the bolder and collapsed to the ground his breath ragged from not only the physical exertion but the use of so much magic to one who was unfamiliar to it. It had taken a lot out of him. His magic faded as he tried to catch his breath, once again disappearing under Sienna's glamor. Keeping Seinna's warning in mind about the wood, Dillon got himself together and while sienna still held the little nymph in her arms, quickly went about tending her wounds with the extensive first aid kit he had inside his pack. One of her legs was defiantly broken and did his best to reset the bone and stabilize it with binding some ace bandages and two large sturdy branches that ran the length of her leg. At some point, Sienna manifested a magical orb of golden light as the sun had completed its final decent into the night. Dillon felt the since of urgency from Siennna that she did not need to verbalize but from someone who was more familiar with this world than he, he did not take the warning lightly. When he was done binding the nymph as best he could, he put the pack back on and lifted her into his arms. Sienna did not need any more encouragement than that and they quickly set out on their way, Sienna and her glowing orb in the lead. She set a brisk pace looking this way and that as if waiting for something to jump out at them at any moment. Dillon did not complain as he heard the Fae Woods a wake with sounds life that had a vibrancy of its own completely different from the day light. "Will we reach the village soon?" Dillon said a bit breathlessly to Sienna. He was still exhausted from earlier and his new little burden was not helping. In addition to that he could feel the eyes of something watching them as they went or more like he felt that they were being hunted. "Yes, we are just on the out skirt of the village, we just might make it!" No soon had those words left her lips than the sound of a very menacing growl let lose way to close. Dillon let out some very colorful explicative and Sienna quickened their pace even more. They were now almost at a run trying to get away from whatever it was that was surely hunting them. Another growl and rustle in the leaves up ahead had Sienna veering off in another direction. At this point they did break out into run. Just then a huge trunk from a tree fell in their path. It shook the ground with its girth and weight and They both came to an immediate halt. "Oh no, it's too late." Sienna said slowly backing away from the trunk of wood with a look of terror on her face. "It just a tree trunk, we can climb around it." "You don't get it Dill, that tree trunk is what we've been running from." "What are you talking about?" "Tygerwuds." "Wah! This is no time to be thinking about gulf players. We have to get a move on." She just shook her head and pointed "No, Look". He again turned his head to look at the fallen log once again. Right before his eyes the trunk began to change unfolding from itself and before long before him stood and 7 foot tall tiger, he could just imagine how intimidating the beast would be if it were to go back on its haunches. Also, for all accounts its coat looked as if it was made of tree bark and had eyes that glowed green. The beast slowly stalked towards them emitting a growl that set the hair on the back of his neck on end. It continued to emit he growl making him sure that it was going to attack in a moment. He glanced over to Sienna and back noting that at some point during his appraisal of the beast that she had worked a bit of magic and now held a bow and arrow that was cocked directly at the approaching beast. Going on his instinct which had not failed him thus far in this new world Dillon said, "Put the bow down Sienna. All you are doing is making it angry." "I may not be able to kill it in one shoot but maybe I can maim it enough so that we can get away." The growls from the beast came louder. "That is not a good idea, please trust me put the bow down." Dillon slowly put the little nymph he had still been holding down behind him along with his pack, cradling her head with it. His instincts kicked into high gear. "What are you doing?! These mindless beasts will tear you apart without blinking and eye." His attention was now focused on Sienna what happened next happened so fast it was a blur. Sienna released the arrow, the animal lunged at her, and Dillon pushed Sienna out of the way of the lounging beast. The arrow missed its mark, as Sienna screaming as she fell, landed off to the side and the beast landed on top of Dillon with a thud that again shook the ground. He could feel its claws digging into his arms. The face of the beast so near his, that he could feel each exhale of breath on his cheek. Yet, his concern was not for himself. He yelled for Sienna, to run and save herself leaving him to his demise. The growling, teeth bearing beast amazed him even more. It spoke, with a booming, deep gravelly voice that was still distinctly female. "That won't be necessary Chosen. If the female ceases to attack, so will we." With that she backed off of Dillon sitting on her hind end. And as Dillon sat up he watched as more of the Tygerwud beasts detached themselves from trees all around them as they had apparently had his little group surrounded and didn't know it. They all settled around them and the apparent leader spoke again. "You are the Chosen and we have been waiting for you." Fae Woods Ch. 05 I do apologize for the long wait on this chapter. I got a little distracted with life. You know how that goes. I tried to make this chapter a bit steamier and longer to make up for the missed time. I hope you enjoy please vote and comment. I read them all. ~sylentpoet~ *** "You speak? There is no record of your kind doing so before now." Sienna said to the tygerwud her voice laced with awe. "None of your kind has ever bothered to ask." Baring her teeth with a growl she quickly responded. "That may have been hard to do when one is being ripped to shreds!" "Nor did mine have a chance to do so after being mercilessly hunt for being as you said 'mindless beast who will tear you apart without blinking and eye.' We hunt for food and to survive, yet YOUR kind are the ones who hunt to sell our pelts and glands for profit or try to break us so that you can enslave us, keep us as pet." She spat out the word pets as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. "Better we get you before yours destroy us all." "It would not have been so had you made your intelligence known." "So it is alright to hunt us so long as we are 'mindless beast'? Do you truly believe it would be different if your kind knew we could think for ourselves? Don't be so naive fae, your thoughts are as flawed as the rest of your kind. There was a time when your kind did know and were trusted by mine. It made no difference, that trust was betrayed and many of mine were slaughtered for this. Which is why we do not bother to reveal our true selves to other fae as you have proven yourselves NOT to be trust worthy." Turning her attention back to Dillon "You, on the other hand, are the Chosen. Your coming has been for told to us for many centuries among my kind. I apologize for the wounds and fear that has been inflicted upon you. That was not our intent." Dillon felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He tried shaking his head to bring his blurred vision back into focus on the giant feline. "You must be feeling the effects of the poison from my claws now. I tried to retract the poison, it was not meant for you," With that she looked at Sienna then to Dillon. "When we collided but apparently not enough. Please, allow me to cleanse the wounds. Along with helping to speed the healing process, the saliva of the tygerwud has a natural antigen that counteracts the effect of the poison. A natural protectant the Fates gifted us for when we fight each other. It is either that or die. Your choice?" She stated in a very blasé tone. "Well, uhmm, I have no intention of dying today, do what you must." Dillon said wavering on his feet. The tygerwud stood once again and approached Dillon slowly. When she stood near enough for Dillon to feel her breath on his face she bent her head to the side and began to lick the wounds she had inflicted on his arm, coating them liberally with her saliva. When she completed the one arm she started on the other giving it the same attention as the other. To him her tongue felt warm and ruff, like that of the cats in the earth realm only on a much larger scale. He started to feel a tingle at the point where each mark was made on both of his arms, and right before his eyes the flesh knitted itself back together. She stepped away from him. "Chosen, You must come with us now. The saliva has stopped the poison but you will still feel some after affects. You will need your rest and soon but my queen will want to meet you." And began to walk away not waiting for a reply. Then she stopped angling her head to look back at Dillon. "Your little group of friends may come as well, we have no intention of hurting you but if the fae female insist on attacking, we will not hesitate to destroy her." Said the tygerwud female. Dillon looked quickly over to where Sienna had landed after he had pushed her out of the way and found that she was easing her hand over the bow that had landed within reach of where she had. Using the last bit of strength he could muster, "Sienna, enough is enough!" His voice brokering no argument, and Sienna stopped the movement and Dillon again met the eyes of the Tygerwud which was quite easy as she stood near his height of 6'3 at 6' feet high if he were to guess. "Madam, what is your purpose here with me? Why do you call me Chosen?" "All will be revealed shortly we must return to the pride first." Speaking to her pride mates she said "Gather his gear and the other. The fae can move of her own will." The other tygerwud moved to do her bidding carefully putting the little nymph that Dillon had previously carried but not yet awakened from when she had passed out earlier, onto the back of one of the tygerwuds. Dillon shakily took a step to follow the leader of the group of tygerwuds, his vision still a bit blurry, but his knees quickly gave out on him. Sienna rushed over to his side. "What did you do to him?!" She screamed. "I healed him. It was your rash actions that caused the need in the first place. As I said, he is still feeling the after effects of the poison and it has weakened him." Dillon slumped over in Sienna's arms and for the second time in less than 24 hours passed out. "Along with all of the energy he exerted to save the nymph, his body is begging rest that is all." With that she instructed yet another to take Dillon up to head out on their way.The tygerwud leader said. Sienna stopped them saying. "No, I will take him. We were on our way my village. I can take care of him myself!" "You overstep yourself in thinking you have any authority princess!" Sienna gasped. "Yes, I know who you are First born of Fae King Erolus, Ruler of the Fae Woods. Do not mistake what I say when I said we will destroy you. We will. Your high born birth nor your title mean anything to me or to those where we go. It would do you well to remember this. You either follow us or go back to your home. We have no need of you. And for the gods sake put out that orb of light you make us a beacon for all manner of 'mindless beast'. " If a cat could smile that would be the look Sienna got a glimpse of along with the snickering from the other Tygerwoulds as she extinguished the orb. The female tygerwud turned again to walk away. Outnumbered and out fanged, this time when they attempted to take Dillon from her arms, she let them. After he was situated on back of yet another tygerwud Sienna was right at his side walking into the woods and into the heart of the pride lands. She also found out how her people did not know how to find the lands of these beasts before now. Their portion of the woods was warded against intruders and they had to go through a portal to get to the pride lands. This had to mean that the tygerwud had great powers. That or they knew or were friends with beings that did. And with the antisocial xenophobic ways she had seen thus far in them, she put her bet on them having a power all on thier own. *** Dillon woke in one of the most pleasurable ways possible. He felt lips move across his sending shivers down his spine to the tips of his toes. He reached his hands up and tangled them into the hair that was attached to the head of the owner of those soft lips. Dillon pulled her closer tightening his grip in her hair, deepening the kiss. Then she stared moaning those delectable little noises that drove his passion for her higher. He turned rolling her beneath him and released one of his hands from her hair and let it travel down the side of her face, neck and down to her breast. He filled his hand with it kneading the soft orb. He her moans got louder as she writhed beneath him. Her nipple pebbled under his attention to it. Dillon then concentrated all of his attention on the prominent bud of feeling. Pinching and twisting while plunging his tongue in and out of her mouth, intimating what he would like to do with another rock hard part of his anatomy. Feeling her was one thing but he had to taste her. He reached his hand under her top making direct contact with her flesh and it felt oh so good. He left a heated trail of kisses down her cheek, neck and lingered on the swell of her breast that spilled over the top of her blouse. Just as he was about to lift the top and get his first taste of her soft breast in his mouth he heard a voice in his head. "Now that's what I call a wakeup call." He froze as he heard the little nymph in his head. Sienna was still writhing beneath him trying to continue what they had started. He reluctantly lifted his lips from Sienna's body but she continued to moan and writhe beneath him. He looked over to see the little nymph wide eyed and a severe case of bed head wrapped in a pallet of covers not too far from where he and Sienna lay. The covers had made their way down to his hips from all of the activity he a Sienna had going on so the nymph had a ring side view of what he and Sienna had been doing. "Don't stop on my account. I'm just enjoying the view." She said as she smiled. He looked back down to Sienna who had stopped her movement as she noticed his non participation. She was looking over at the nymph then turned her eyes back to him. "What did she say?" Sienna asked "She said that she was enjoying the show we are putting on for her and to keep going if we want." Hell, he was he tempted to do just that. With her kiss swollen lips and desire still swirling in her eyes he was very temped. She smiled up at him noticing his attention was captured by her lips. "You won't have any complaints from me with that request" At that, Sienna ran her hands up Dillons bare chest and that is when Dillon noticed that not only was his chest bare but the rest of his body as well. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his body but damn. Where were his clothes? He snatched the blanket up as he was just shy of literally being ass out. He sat up wrapping the blanket around him at the same time. This brought other questions to mind but first thing first. "Where are my clothes? Why am I naked? And by the way, where the hell am I?" "Here we go with the question, but your clothes were filthy with blood, sweat, and dirt from yesterday. Apparently, the tygerwuds pride themselves on cleanliness and your clothes were not repairable. We are in the pride lands of the tygerwuds. The birthing caves to be exact. They would not allow you in here without being cleansed. They left you clean clothes and your boots over there." She pointed to a pile of just at the head of the pallet he had so recently shared with Sienna. "Damn, I really got to get used to all this." He riffled through the pile finding a pair of ruff hewed brown pants. He didn't find any underwear so commando it would be. The pants were a perfect fit when he tied the laces in front. The shirt was more of a sleeveless tunic and a vest matching the pants completed his ensemble. He pulled on his hiking boots which had also been cleansed of dirt. When he looked up after he finished dressing, he noticed that he had the full attention of both his cave mates. When his attention turned to the nymph and stayed there, he saw her face shade to pretty pink as he realized that she had been unconscious the last time he saw her. His attention turned to concern. He walked over to her knelt and took both of her hands in his. "Are you alright? The last I saw you, you weren't doing too well." She answered in his head "I'm alright. The beast also healed me last night with their saliva. The one you spoke with said that you had put so much effort in saving me that they thought they would help. They were able to heal me of everything except the broken leg. It did help but it still needs to be wrapped up for a while. They have this walking stick to help me until the leg heals completely." "When did they do this?" Dillon asked "Just after our arrival last night. I woke while in the midst of two of those beast laved me over with their tongues. I was afraid they were going to eat me but after I got over my initial hysteria, I was told all that happed since I passed out. They can communicate with me easily hearing my thoughts as I send them out. But it seems you took over where I left off in the unconscious arena." "Hey, can someone clue me in on what's going on? I'm only getting one side of this." Sienna said. Dillon gave Sienna a rundown of the conversation with the little nymph it was then that that he realized that they did not know her name so he asked her just that. "My name is Ayla, of the Alistien tribes of from the north." she replied. "And to you Dillon I owe a great debt of gratitude," Dillon was relaying what she said as she spoke then she placed a fisted left hand over her heart bowing her head, "I am forever your servant or until such time that my life dept to you is repaid. For without your help I would have died." Though they were in a room with no windows and only a leather flap for a door Dillon felt a breeze and the now familiar tingle of magic in the air as Ayla's promise settled over him. Seinna "No need to translate that. The magic in the air is enough for me to guess the picture of it." Just then, the flap of the cave opening was moved aside, and then entered a tygerwud and it was the same one that he spoke with the night before. Since things had been so hectic on their original meeting, she took the opportunity to introduce herself to them. "Good day to you all. Since we did not have an opportunity to introduce ourselves to each other, it would be remiss of me not to do so now. I am Zhana, second born daughter of Rayzahn, warrior queen and leader of the Fae Woods Tygerwuds. I am to take you to break your morning fast then to meet with Queen Rayzahn herself. She requests an audience with you today. Follow me." With that she turned to leave not waiting to see if anyone followed her. With a rumble in his stomach and a curiosity for this new land that he was in Dillon made his was to follow Zhana and his little troop followed behind him. When they all exited the flap entent on leaving the caves, Dillon was again reminded that where they were residing was where the women of this tribe did their birthing by all to the little niched that where in the walls dividing off into more individual chambers. Only the one that he had occupied seemed to have a cover. For privacy would be his guess. As they walked nearer to the entrance, a cub ambled its way up to him purring and rubbing itself through his legs nearly tripping him as he walked. He could not determine the age of the cub as the size of these creatures was larger than any he'd ever encountered in the Earth realm. To him the cub was the size of household dog. After he nearly tripped for the third time he reached down to pick up the overly affectionate animal. When he lifted it, it began to lick his face, bathing him with its rough tongue. Laughing, he was thinking that he would not have any skin left when the cub was done with him. "This speaks well of you Chosen. The cubs are of a pure spirit and are attracted to the same." Zhana said. And as Dillon bent to put the cub down he saw that he had been surrounded by the little ones and they all mobbed him knocking him over stepping on each other to take a swipe at his face or any other part of him they can reach with their tongues. Zhana came over to where Dillon was being pleasantly mobbed by the cubs and ordered them to leave. The cubs left and they continued on their way. It amazed Dillon how they set up the camp and a few questions were answered for him as they walked through the village and to get their breakfast. They were seated in a cleared out area of the woods and a huge fire was burning in the center. Many of the tygerwud walked around attending to this thing or that but all eyes still came to their group as they passed by. He heard a few hisses aimed in their direction but one look from Zhana and everyone went back to their task. It seemed to him that there were men in this society but they looked like regular men, overly large linebacker looking men of the biped variety, that were subservient in a domestic capacity to the women. At least now he knew where his clothes came from as the men seemed to all be wearing a similar set up as what he currently wore. The only difference in their wardrobe and his was the medallion that hung around the neck of each male member of this feline community almost collar looking in its appearance. He wondered if the men who served actually were slaves to the women but they all seemed to be happy no bruises that he could see, outwardly at least. The men were all ebony colored like him, with darker striped coloring in their skin. If there was one thing he could tell about the men was that they were all of the same species if anything for the look of them were so much alike in build and coloring. Dillon and his group were served by these men who had been preparing the meal as they approached. He took a good look around as he ate his surprisingly tasty stew he'd been served. As Sienna had said, they people here liked to be clean. For them to be outdoors everything seemed to be very neat, organized, and orderly. He saw how some of the tygerwuds napped in nest that were made from the nearby foliage. Some high up in trees but he knew they were there by the swinging tails of the sleeping felines. At the curiosity that was obvious on his face, Zhana began to explain the workings of the society to them. She had noticed his interest in the medallions the men wore and told him that not only the men wore them but one was given to each member of the pride and it bore a kind of coat of arms denoting the particular pride of tygerwud one beloged to. There were different for each pride. It was a badge of honor and held a kind of magic that allowed the pride members to bond with each other. Any member wearing one could be found at any time and could even talk to each other using their telekinetic powers. Zhana also spoke about why some members may seem to be inactive or sleeping. They were those women who were to go out to hunt that night. The women were the only ones that went out on the hunts as their feline form was much bigger and stronger than that of the males in the pride. These women huntress and warriors rotated out each night. Contrary to the common belief about the tygerwuds, they were not nocturnal but instead took advantage of the night and the natural camouflage their coats of fur gave them. It was when they were out on their hunt the previous night that they had seen Dillon and Sienna trying to help the fae girl Ayla. Zhana told them of how close they came to being the meal for last night's dinner when Dillon's show of strength and power stopped them. When they saw the markings given him by the Fates that let them know who he was. The Chosen. After that they knew that he had to be brought back to the village to meet their leader and followed when they fled the rock side. At the completion of the meal, as they listened intently to Zhana tell her story, there was a hush that came over everyone around. Everyone started to bow and Dillon knew that the time had come to meet the Queen Rayzahn. If he thought that Zhana was huge, the Female sauntered into the clearing was at least a third lager than her. She came through and seemed to wear a cloak of power about her. She stepped up onto a dais that Dillon had first thought was just a long table of some sort but soon realized that it was her throne. Dillon was mesmerized by her, drawn by her power. He stood and walked over to her going on pure instinct he walked up to the dais stopped just short of touching it. He went down on one knee with his fist over his heart and met her stare. He held her gaze as he felt trendless of power reach out to him like fingers and slithered around him caressing him as they went by. It seemed as if hours went by but it was only seconds. Fae Woods Ch. 05 "So you are the Chosen." Even her voice emanated power as she spoke. "My daughter told that you are the one that is of two bloods. Is that not correct Zhana?" she directed the question at her daughter. "Yes mother, I have tasted his blood and it is true what I told you of him last night. He is of two bloods." Zhana said. Taking a big breath, "Yes, I can smell the twin souls within him. We have yet to see if that will be a hindrance or a strength" She said then directed the conversation back to Dillon. "I have also heard tell of the markings that mark you as the Chosen one. Why do you hide them? Had it not been for your use of your power and your marking shining through you would be dead. You should not be so careless with your life." "Your majesty, it was not my intention to be careless with my life but it was actually done in hopes that it would help to protect my life from those that would harm me." Pointing at Sienna "being that yesterday was my first day in your world, my companion Sienna thought that it would give me added protection to conceal the markings." "Oh yes, the fae you came with. I can see how she would think that untrust worthy that lot are. And with you being untutored to the way things work in this world would be in danger. You have no need of that now." With that again Dillon felt the fingers reach out to him caressing his skin. He felt the magic from the queen concentrate on his right arm and the magic used by Sienna on him faded away revealing the markings given to him by the fates. "By the time you leave here you will know all you need to protect yourself." Dillon was amazed by all the magic he kept encountering in this new place, then he thought about what the Queen said and it set off alarm bells in his head so he asked, "Whoa, exactly how long do you think I'm gonna be here?" "Until your training is complete. Your coming has been for told for many generations among our kind. The Fates foretold a time when one such as you would walk among our kind... You know it will be easier if I you see for yourself." She paused then looked to her Zhana. "It is time to show him, he will understand better. His companions may join him as their destiny is tied to his." The queen stood and stepped down. Zhana "Mother you cannot mean to take the outsides to the..." The Queen let out a frightening roar and backhanded Zhana across her face sending her skidding across the ground. An in a movement that was so fast it would have been hard to detect as more than a blur to the human eye, the queen was on her, pressing her paw into Zhana's throat immobilizing her. Queen Rayzahn growled deep in her throat making the hairs on the back of Dillon's neck stand on end as he watched the by play between mother and daughter. "You overstep yourself daughter, I am queen here and I do as I please!" and in a show of submission, Zhana whimpered and laid her head back baring her neck to her mother. It seemed so strange to Dillon for such a lager creature to make such a sound but knowing from experience what it is like to lay beneath the claws of such as they he knew the fear that must be in Zhana. Then a most incredible thing happened. Queen Rayzahn ordered Zhana to do something that changed his whole outlook on the Tygerwud. "Shift!" She couldn't be asking what he thought. Then be for his eyes and all those watching. Zhana began to change form painfully. She let out a keening whale as her body reshaped itself to a humanoid form still beneath Rayzahn's paw. The queen removed her paw, reprimanding Zhana's still blood and sweat covered face and sweaty body, as she moved away. "You are confined to this weakened form until I tell you otherwise, sleep with the children in the caves since that is how you choose to act today. Never question me again, next time, I may not be so lenient and your life would be forfeit. Maybe this punishment will help you think before you speak. " She directed her gaze to Dillon then on to everyone else in the clearing making eye contact with them all. Many of them dropped their gaze and bowed. "Is there anyone else who would like to question my authority?" Those who had not bowed did so at that time. Not ones to anger an already worked up queen Dillon, Sienna, and Ayla, took the cue from the others present, and bowed too. "Good, now dress yourself daughter. When you have gotten yourself together, bring them to the Tygard Cave. I will await you there." With her parting words, Rayzahn left the clearing her subjects' heads still bowed as she passed. Once Queen Rayzahn left Dillon found his attention drawn back to Zhana in all of her naked glory. She shakily tried to get to her feet but as unable to do so. one of the men came to aid her softly mopping at the blood dripping from her face. As Dillon looked at her he saw the men here were indeed indigenous tygerwud. Zhana's coloring was the same as all the males he had seen with the exception of some very eye pleasing curves. Yet another male brought clothes for Zhana to change into and as Dillon watched he could see that the men here cared deeply for their women. A male came forward to with a large bowl of water and towel like cloth and gently bathe the sweat and blood from her obviously aching body. She was gently lifted and laid on her mother's thrown; her now three male attendants eagerly began to lave her wounds, the ones her mother left on her face and chest were her claws had made contact, with their tongues until the wounds were completely gone. But they did not stop there; the licking took on a decidedly erotic turn. It was quite obvious that modesty was not an issue to these people. Two more men joined the three already attending to Zhana and began licking and portion of skin they got their tongues to. Her breast and nipples were sucked to hard prominent peeks. Where she was once writhing in agony she now writhed with pleasure. She was flipped over only when she had been liberally covered on every inch of flesh of her front had been slathered with five tongues. They gave her back and ass the same treatment to point where her cheeks were spread and a tongue went to work giving her a rim job that had her moaning out of control. Even from where Dillon sat he could see distended clit and her pussy glistening from all the attention she was getting. Still, none actually touched it. Dillon was paying such close attention to what was going on with her ass that he almost missed what was going on in her mouth. Though she was in a humanoid form her teeth were still canine in appearance. She was once more flipped onto her back and the two men that had joined into the worship of her body backed off affording a better view of what was being done to her. Then one of the original three spread he legs apart kneeling between them then stopped to look to her as if asking permission to touch her pussy. At her slight nod he dove in,moaning in rapture of her taste. The other men went to work on her neck and breast. The man between her legs loudly licked and slurped at her pussy until she was shaking and moaning to what had to be a mind blowing orgasm. The man between her legs was not deterred by the orgasm, but continued to lap at the juices that liberally flowed from her. He was enjoying himself as much as she. When the man that had reverently licking and kissing her neck and arms tried to get to Zhana's now weeping pussy the current attendant of it growled baring his teeth at the other not wanting to give up his position. An answering and more sinister growl and reprimand not to be selfish came from Zhana, and with a whimper he reluctantly moved out of the way of the other with one last long languid lick to her middle. The other man happily took his place and promptly buried his face into Zhana's pussy while it's previous pussy licker took his place licking his glistening lips and chin in appreciation of where he'd just been. Only after she had been brought to two more mind shattering orgasms, one from each of the men attending her, did Zhana put a stop to the lick feast happening between her thighs. She had to push the man's head away. They had all left her pussy with a whimper as if not wanting to let her succulent whole go. The men moved as if they were in a sexual daze and Dillon thought that had to be one sweet pussy for the men to act that way and not even one cock had come into view. Zhana was sat up and bathed once more then was helped to her feet then carefully dressed in the clothes brought to her earlier. She was dressed head to toe in soft brown leathers. She was laced into a fitted midriff top and matching skirt. A head band was placed around her head as her cascading jet black hair, that was streaked through with gold, was lifted out of the way leaving only the symbol, the same as the one that appeared on the medallion, resting on her forehead. Matching gauntlets were laced onto her fore arms; knee high boots and a swirling golden armband that was clasped around her left bicep completed her look. One of her male attendants stood behind her and wrapper his arms around her nuzzling his nose in her neck visibly taking deep breaths, breathing in her scent. She tenderly caressed his head as he buckled a low hanging belt on her wide sensuous hips, giving her a gun slinger look. Yet it was not a gun that she was given to put in the holster or rather sheath. A very long and wicked looking dagger was handed to her handle first. She took it and placed it in her sheathe. Now that she was in the humanoid form he could see that she did wear the same medallion as the males did, nestled between her high, pert, and full breast. She was an Amazon beauty. The darker stripes across her flesh, even darker than the ones the males bore, only enhanced her beauty as it made her look like the warrior princess that she was, ready for battle. She stood tall as he and not an ounce of fat on her athletic body. Her eyes and face also maintained a very feline quality to it that was quite beautiful to look at. It had Dillon wondering if all the fae world women were this beautiful. In an immensely tired voice, Zhana began to speak. "The animal form of the tygerwud is the predominant form for the females of the pride as the humanoid form is for our males. Though we have the ability to shift forms we chose not to as the Tyger is the easiest as well as the strongest form for females to maintain. And a forced shift can be particularly painful and painfully sensitizes the skin. These males..." She indicated each one that had attended to her giving her pleasure with a caress running a black talon nail down the face of one sending visible shivered down his spine. They purred tuning their heads into her touch with a look of bliss on their faces. "wanted to comfort me. As you know our saliva has healing qualities. I can still use my powers in this form but not nearly to the extent I could in my Tyger form. I am still magically stronger than your Fae. So don't get and ideas princess. As you see, we are a matriarchal society and the word of the queen is law. To be stuck in this form is not very...comfortable for me to say the least. Also, the females of the pride emit pheromones, and our pheromones are a natural very potent aphrodisiac not limited to just our kind. This is the main reason that we were betrayed by the fae so long ago. They wished to enslave us to heighten their own sexual experiences then harvest the glands when we were of no use to them anymore." At that she gave Sienna the evil eye "Come, follow me my mother waits." Well Dillon didn't know if it was the scene he just witnessed or the pheromones floating in the air, all he knew is he had to adjust the masive hardon in his pants as he followed Zhana. They left following the same direction Rayzahn had previously gone with Zhana still explaining tygerwud physiology to them. "For their tender care of me, I let my attendants taste of my essence because it is even more potent than the scent emitted from our glands. If I let them, they would pleasure me to eternity just to continue to taste me." They neared what seemed to be a wall of rock. A man sized symbol of the pride shimmered on the rocky surface. Two guards were set on either side of the symbol. Zhana raised a hand staying the growls coming from the guards then placed her hand in the center of the mark. It was then that Dillon noticed that the stripes on Zhana's right arm, that had seemed to have no rhyme or reason really did. The markings on her arm very similar to the ones he bore shimmered and glowed. Then the rock wall rock wall began to shimmer and disappeared, leaving an opening large enough for the biggest of the Tygerwuds to pass through. "Most of your questions will be answered in there, even the questions you did not know you wanted to ask. Please enter." As they crossed the thresh hold of the cave a shiver of magic went down Dillon's spine. He was sure that whatever he discovered in this cave would change his life forever. Fae Woods Ch. 06 Once again I have let my imagination get the best of me an gone a little wild with this story. It seems to write itself to me. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did writing it. I'm addicted to your comments and look forward to see what you think good or bad. Please remember to vote too. Until the next installment, Tah Tah for now. ~sylentpoet~ *** Dillon and his group walked further into the cave, while he shook off the lingering effects of the magic he felt upon entering. The large corridor, with its size reflecting how easily it could accommodate the Tygerwud in their animal form, was dimly lit. Light from torches embedded in the walls, glinted off the rocky surfaces. On a closer look Dillon could see that the walls were threaded through with metal and crystals that the light caught. It was quite beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen before. The corridor seemed to go on forever. You would never know form the look on the outside that the cavern could be so big but Dillon chalked it up to more magic. Zhana turned off into an archway on the right where there had been two more guards at its entrance but instead of the warrior felines that he was getting so accustomed to; he was almost surprised to see that the guards were males, heavily armed in their human form. He had yet to see a male in animal form. He followed Zhana in with some very suspicious looks from the guards but they made no move to stop them. The room they walked into looked much like the corridor as the walls glinted the same. But the main difference was all of the pictures depicted on the walls. Much as one would think the cave men from the Earth realm would look but these were much more sophisticated in detail. The pictures covered the walls all the way up to the vaulted ceiling. The room was huge. To him it looked big enough to house the whole tribe of Tygerwud inside. It made him wonder just how big this place was. If this was just one room within, he could just imagine what the rest of it held. To say that he was amazed was an understatement. Many of the torches that lined the outside corridor also lined the walls in this cavern. The exception was a centralized fire pit that sat in the middle of the circular room that added additional light and the flames danced off the wall, almost giving life to the pictures depicted on the walls. Rayzhan sat staring at a particular section of the wall. Zhana made her way over to her indicating that they should follow. When everyone had gathered around Rayzhan they stood quietly admiring the work of an obviously very talented artist; waiting to see what the queen would say or what the her next move would be. To his amazement Rayzhan shifted turning into her humanlike form. Just like Zhana, Rayzhan's humanoid form was beautiful and Dillon could see the resemblance between mother and daughter. Their coloring was almost exact with her skin being crisscrossed with the dark stripes. One difference Dillon noted was where Zhana had to be dressed by others; Rayzhan was able to magicly manifest her clothing onto her naked form. The base clothes she manifested were similar in appearance to that of Zhana wore with a few differences. Rayzhan also manifested a crown of sorts. The crown sat atop her head with a filigree of swirling designs. Three pawed arms on each side reached through the swirls to frame her face. It looked as though the paws were caressing her cheeks. Dangling across her forehead were spikes that swayed whenever she moved. On closer inspection he could see that the spikes were teeth. All together she made a very impressive if imposing figure. She carried even in her current form an air of authority that reeked of royalty. This was not a person that Dillon would ever want to tangle with even on a good day for him. Though Rayzhan looked to be no older than her late thirties in her appearance her eyes spoke of agelessness that Dillon knew this woman was a very long lived being. Rayzhan began to speak, to no one in particular but just a general speech meant to inform anyone that was listening. She pointed out to the different illustrations on the wall as they came about in her story. "The tygerwud was not born but was created by the God of nature, life, animals, fertility and wealth: Cernunnos. For a very specific purpose were we created; to guard." Dillon vaguely remembered reading about Cernunnos being described as the stag god with antler like appendages but there really wasn't much information to be found on this particular deity. As he looked at the image of the god it triggered memories of other images he had seen as he studied the mythology of Ireland. As he thought more on it, he knew that this was a far traveled god as he was mention in mythology that transcended just Ireland to Roman and even France. Rayzhan continued oblivious to the internal conversation going on I Dillon's head. "He was given a special gift from the Fates. This gift was placed in his care and he gave it a place of honor in his woodland court displayed for all to see the honor the fates had bestowed to him. The gift was a magically enchanted sward gifting the wielder power and command over the all woods and the creatures born of it. Unfortunately, there were others who were jealous of the gift and hungered for the power the sward could wield for them. After a number of failed attempts to steal the sward, Cernunnos decided the allure of its power was too strong to let it remain unattended at any time. He knew he needed a guard that was vicious that would be vigilant and strong enough to stop anyone or anything from taking the sword. He knew that the fates had a special destiny for the one who would finally wield the sward but that it was even more special that they had chosen him to be its keeper until it was time for that destiny to be meted out. Thus the premise of the tygerud was born. Deep from within the core of his magic Cernunnos formed the first tygerwud, the Great Mother. The Great Mother proved to be the perfect guard. Nothing ever got passed her and soon attempts to steal the sward dwindled. But Cernunnos' interest never lessened for his creation, in fact they grew. He became so enamored with her that his emotions soon changed from just adoration to love. One night Cernunnos could no longer hold his emotion for her in check. Cernunnos enchanted her casting a spell that transformed her into a beautiful two legged warrior. He was overcome with passion once he saw her knew form. Cernunnos fell upon the Great Mother, his passion blazing. She did not fight him knowing that he was her master and felt privileged that he wanted her so and returned his passion tenfold. He was addicted from his first taste of her and in a whirl of magic he whisked them away to his private chamber to make love to her through the long night. In his passion filled haze Cernunnos did not set a new guard to protect the sword and that was just the opening that an evil fae king needed to get to the sword. He himself stole into the court in the dead of the night taking the sword from its place of honor. When the dawn came Cernunnos was reluctant to release the Great Mother from his arms, he had been so completely intoxicated by her and did not let her go but eventually he did. When he took her back to her post he found that the sword had been taken and he was enraged. Not only was he mad at the evil king but he was even more furious with himself for letting himself get so distracted that it left an opening for the sword to be taken in the first place. He immediately sent out an army of warriors, the Great Mother in their lead, to find and kill the evil king for treachery and taking what did not belong from him. The Great Mother was determined also. Disappointed in herself for not protecting the one cause for her very existence was a dishonor she could not bear. She vowed that if it to her last breath, she would make sure the sword found its rightful place once again. They searched without success for weeks. Cernunnos was obsessed with trying to find the sword a soon was leading the troops himself for it was apparent that the Great Mother could not do it herself. Their one night of passion yielded some very fruitful results, for the seed of Cernunnos had taken root in her womb and she was heavy with child. The time of her birthing was getting near and Cernunnos was torn between being with her for the birth of his children and the need to find the sword. The need to find the sword won out and he found himself more and more out in the field trying to find the evil king. Cernunnos had his spies out everywhere trying to root out information on the location of the sword. He was out following the information from an informant the Great Mother was housed in Cernunnos' private rooms when another of the spies came to her covered in blood. He told her that the last message sent to him was a trap meant to capture him and force him into telling the evil king how to activate the power of the sword as he had not been able to do so since obtaining it. He also said that the evil king had aligned himself with some very powerful sorcery and if Cernunnos didn't reveal the secret of the sword that he would take the god's life. This alarmed the Great Mother so much that she felt the need to warn him. She knew that no other could get to Cernunnos as fast as she so even in her heavily impregnated state. She transformed into her tygerwud animal form and bound out of the court intent on finding Cernunnos before he was hurt. She ran as fast as her feet would take her, ignoring the insistant pain in her side, hoping that she would get to him before it was too late. She saw the lights and felt the evil magic in the air long before she reached him. The ground was littered with fallen warriors and she feared that she was too late to save her love. When she had neared the area Cernunnos was being held she stalked around the perimiter trying to see what was happening. Cernunnos was not dead but he looked near to being there. At that moment the evil king said that since Cernunnos wouldn't talk that he had no usefulness to him and was about to deliver the death blow to Cernunnos with the very sword he had stolen from him. Without thought for her own life, the Great Mother leapt in the path of the swinging sword and it went straight through her heart killing her instantly. Cernunnos felt a rage like he had never before at the site of the death of his beloved tygerwud. The rage fueled his power and the air crackled with his emotion. The evil king cackled manically at the loss because he knew how much Cernunnos cared for the Great Mother. This only fueled Cernunnos' anger even more he lashed out at the evil king severing his head from his body in a mighty surge of his power. Cernunnos went back to his love cradling her in his arms, his grief was so great. He pulled the sword from her chest. He covered the wound with his hand sending as much power as he could into the it hoping he could save her, reviving her with hip power. Nothing he did worked and the god cried his tears soaking her fur where they landed. It was then he noticed that although his love was dead are womb still moved. He placed his hand over her moving stomach panicked on what he could do to save his children. Using his nails, he carefully dug into the flesh of her stomach and ripped her womb open to get to the babies. He pulled the cubs from her still warm body. A total three cubs he pulled from her, and they were all females." "That is just horrific." Dillon said he was too wrapped in the story to say anything else. "Yes it was, but the story does not end there. Cernunnos soon realized that the most precious gift that that the Fates had given him was not the sword in itself but knew that its presence in his court had caused him to create the magnificent beast that he feel in love with. And although he loved his children the sight of them reminded him of the one that was lost to him, his heart breaking every time he thought of her. So, when the cubs reached maturity, he sent them away from his court placing in their care the protection of the sword. He knew that they had the ability to protect it because not only did they have the attributes of the Great Mother but also had a mastery of magical powers that reflected his parentage of them. To prevent anymore mishaps for the sword, he dissembled the sword into three parts. Each piece of the sword would go with one of his daughters to guard. He gathered his daughters together and told them of the destiny of the sword from what was told to him by the Fates. He said the Sword would only ever have one wielder chosen and marked by the Fates. The chosen would be the only one to ever access the power within it. He would come to the land in a time of turmoil and great evil to defend the land against it. They would be able to identify the chosen by the makings the fates placed on him. He would be of two bloods half fae and half human grow to maturity. The first generation tygerwud were then given a directive now that they knew how to identify him. The blue blood of a green fae wood lead him into the land. As he would be untutored in the art of war; it would be their job to teach him. And when the time came for the final battle of evil to be fought, the tygerwud would stand as warriors at his side." Turning to Dillon, Rayzhan directed her last statement to him. "and as you may guess, Dillon, that chosen person is you." Dillon stood agape at all that had been revealed to him. "I don't know what to say. That was an amazing story but I can't be this 'chosen' one you're talking about. I'm human, not fae anything, just human." Rayzhan stepped to Dillon saying, "But you are the chosen." With a swipe of her hand over his arm, she wiped away the magic Sienna had used to cover the markings on his arm. "Take a closer look at how the fates marked you." With one of her long black nails, she pointed out a particular swirling design on his forearm. And right there in the midst of the swirls and sharp angular lines was the symbol he had seen hanging around the necks on the medallion of all the tygerwud males he had seen today. "It has to be some mistake. I don't understand. I'm human." Dillon said a bit dazed. "The fates do not make mistakes Chosen" Zhana said "They are divine and powerful beyond any god that ever existed." "Quit calling me 'chosen'! My name is Dillon and I'm just a man." He started backing away with his hands holding his head, what he heard being too much for him. Dillon started to randomly gather magic to himself so much so that all in the room could feel it and it did not bode well. "Calm down, please calm yourself Dillon and listen to what they have to say." Sienna said. "CALM DOWN! You have got to be freaking kidding me!" Rayzhan, "We kid you not. You were born for a greater purpose." "I don't care about your greater purpose! When I woke up yesterday, I was a biologist. Today, I wake up and I'm supposed to believe that I'm some kind of comic book superhero!?" the air literally hummed with the waves of power that rolled off of him. "What makes you believe that you are not the Chosen?" Asked Zhana. "I can't be. For one, The Queen here said that the 'chosen' would half fae and I'm not. I know who my parents are." Still agitated Dillon said. "Don't be so sure of that Dillon." Sienna said remembering her visit from the Fates when they were children. "Oh, and what's that supposed to mean? What if I choose not to do this? I don't know how nor the desire to be some hero for anybody. I'm not going sit here and let somebody use me! Why don't you all just leave me alone!" On that last word, the storm that had been brewing in in Dillon came to a zenith. A wave of power bounded from his out stretched hands like a sonic boom knocking everyone away and against the wall and the slid to the floor. Dillon was shocked into silence by what he had done and stared at his hands in amazement. Everyone slowly got back to their feet. Sienna was furious at how selfish Dillon was being and had had enough. She snapped on Dillon. "You can't just decide to walk out on your destiny because it's not what you want to hear! You are not the only one who is being affected by all this. There are a lot of lives on the line here. Queen Rayzhan prophecy is right. There is a great evil out there and it is tearing through the fae world. No one has been able to stop it and many lives are being lost. If you think that you can go back to the "safty" of your Earth realm, you are sadly mistaken. If this evil devours our land, yours would be next. And please don't disillusion yourself, you ARE the chosen. You know, I remember you always having to go to your healers earth side because you were so sick all the time. Well I know why you were sick. It was because you were born of two worlds both fae and human, the fates themselves confirmed this to me. Your blood was warring against itself and I couldn't stand to see you in pain. So even though I knew it was against our law to help a halfling child, I did it for you. Most children born to fae and humans die before they reach their tenth year. It was my blood, my blue blood, because I am a princess that kept you from dying. Think about it Dill, you know what they say is true." Sienna started to walk away then turned back, "Oh yes, If my memory serves me correctly, you made me a promise, a blood promise that binds you to me. You owe me." Dillon's mind wandered back to the letter he had found from the man he believed was his father. He also remembered how that man treated him all his life. He fell to his knees. He remembered how hard he worked to try and make that man proud of him so he wouldn't walk around in that perpetual state of disappointment. And if he was truly honest with himself, he knew they were right. His gut told him so and his gut was never wrong. That's what made him so frustrated and angry, he didn't want to believe but he was the chosen. DAMN IT. Dillon was so wrapped up in his mind that he didn't noticed when everyone left. They left him to give him the time he so obviously needed to come to grips with his new role in life. When he'd gathered his wits a bit and realized that he was alone he got back to his feet and strode over to the wall where the illustration of Cernunnos stood out to him. Cernunnos sat strong, with his legs crossed and stag antlers seated proudly on his head. He had one hand placed on the back of the head of a mammoth tygerwud that was the great mother. There was so much care in that one gesture that it was easy to see how much the tygerwud meant to Cernunnos. Dillon voiced his concern out loud. "You wouldn't have a problem all this if you were in my place would you? You'd just take it and run with it I'd bet." Dillon dropped his head shaking it thinking about how much his life had changed in the last two days. He lifted his head once again looking in to the eyes of Cernunnos. "What is a normal John Doe like me I supposed to do? I don't know how to save anyone let alone a whole world of people I didn't know truly existed until yesterday. I'm at a loss. Man, you have to know what it feels like to have so much responsibility thrust onto to you all of a sudden. I don't know if I can live up to the expectations that are being laid at my feet." Kind of dejected and not really expecting an answer Dillon turned walking towards the exit of the cavern. "Your doubt would have you defeated before the first blow is thrown." Said a disembodied voice that had Dillon looking around for its owner. After quickly scanning the room, Dillon's eyes were drawn back to the illustration of Cernunnos. Then the freakiest thing in this waking dream Dillon was having happened. The illustration took on a life of its own and started to writhe and move. Dillon's fight or flight reflex had gone into over drive but his feet were glued to the spot. Fae Woods Ch. 06 The image of Cernunnos bulged looking as if the wall itself was covered in saran wrap. Something was definitely trying to get through, Dillon had a good idea who but did not want to be around when he did. The first thing to break through the wall was a cloven huff that was attached to heavily muscled and coarsely haired leg. Oh shit, he had to get out of here. Dillon redoubled his efforts to try and bolt from the room. The rest of the body coming out of the wall quickly followed. Now in all his glory, stood before Dillon no one who could be other than the stag god, Cernunnos himself... Fae Woods Ch. 07 Well guys here is chapter 7. I'm working on making longer chapters but still posting in a timely manner. I know I hate waiting for the new chapters to be released because the wait is agony. I hope you like it there is a lot of action that I hope will keep you engaged. Please vote and comment I read them all sometimes more than once (wink). They fuel me to write better chapters for you. Looking forward to see what you think, ~sylentpoet ~ *** Cernunnos stretched opening his arms wide expanding his massive chest. He dropped equally ripped and massive arms to his side. Dillon didn't think that he had ever seen something so amazing in his life. This god easily stood eight feet tall with enormous muscles covering his deeply tanned body. Cernunnos' cloven bottom half was just as muscled as the top but was also covered in fur including his manhood. The cloven feet reminded him of the character of Puck from Shakespear's 'A Mid Summer's Night Dream' and his furred man junk could leave the most confident man with a bad case of penis envy. Long wavy light brown almost blond hair reached past his waist. The most startling feature he had didn't have anything to do with the way he looked but the power that emanated from every poor of this being was off the charts. The only adornments the god wore were two match golden torcs hanging from his magnificent antlers and another as depicted in most of his pictures in history hung snugly around his thickly muscled neck. Dillon felt his knees about to buckle under the pressure of Cernunnos' power. Then he thought about it, this was a god it was probably in his best interest to bow to this powerful being anyway. So, he went to his knee bowing before the god. Cernunnos crossed to Dillon, looking him over. The sound of his hooves clopped loudly and rung in Dillon's ears as the god walked over to him. Dillon could see that the god was giving him the once over as he saw and heard the clop of hooves appear, disappear, and appear once more. But Dillon was smart enough to keep his head bowed just in case he risked angering the god by inadvertently breaking some rule or other. The god began to speak and Dillon dare not interrupt him. "I cannot say that I am surprised very often but the fates have done a good job of it this time." He did say much after that but Dillon had a good feeling that he wasn't done so he didn't say anything. Cernunnos gave a long exhale of breath "As I said before your doubt will have you defeated before the first blow thrown. That endangers my children and I cannot allow that to happen. The fates did not choose you arbitrarily. They must have seen something in you that made want to choose one such as you to give you such great responsibility and power." Dillon still had yet to speak to the god but did have a response to the last statement made by Cernunnos. "But what if I do not want the responsibility or the power? I did not ask for any of this to happen." Dillon dropped his head heaving a weary sigh. "It's just a lot to take in. Really, what would you do if you were in my place?" Cernunnos waved his hand magically manifesting a chair or better yet a thrown was made of the trunk and branches of trees paying homage to his connection to the forest that are his domain. It rose behind him majestically as he settled his large frame into it thinking a moment before he answered Dillon's question. "This I cannot say, for I have always been and had my power in me. But all you need to know is that everything you need to defend this world has already been provided for you. The first thing you need to do is get out of your head. The more you think on the things you cannot do the more you neglect the things you can. What you can do will never come to the fore and you will be defeated before you start. Here is a hint for you; your emotions are connected to your powers. The stronger the emotion the more your powers are affected whether it be good or bad is up to you. You have the ability to focus these emotions and powers to be a strength if you so choose." With that Cernunnos got up and turned to leave his thrown dissapearing as he did so. His form started to waver as he strode away. Dillon got to his feet, "That's it, just a few words of wisdom. And off you go. I'm still in the same predicament as before you decided to show yourself." Cernunnos stopped and turned back to Dillon, "Yes that is all. If you are wise you will head my words." Dillon was about to say something else but the flash of anger that made the god's eyes glow golden made him stopped before making further comment. Cernunnos then turned to leave again but thought better of it and in a move to fast for the human eye to see, had Dillon of the ground. Dillon dangled from Cernunnos hand by his throat. Dillon struggled trying to free himself from the prison of Cernunnos' hand with no affect the god only tightening his grip more. The god pulled him directly to his face. "In the future mortal, it would do your existence well not to question a god and heed the wise words freely given. You will protect my children at all cost and I will leave you with a parting gift and your life though you disrespect me with your tone. I cannot involve myself personally for this is your destiny to meet." Cernunnos opened his mouth directly over Dillon's and squeezed until Dillon opened his. A golden smoke started to ease from the god's mouth. It floated around Dillon's head then into his nose and mouth filling his lungs with the magical smoke. Dillon struggled harder choking on the smoke, legs flailing beneath him, but was still unable to budge the fingers around his neck. As the last vestiges of the smoke entered his lungs Cernunnos dropped him to the ground, Dillon crumpled to the floor still choking barely catching his breath. Then Cernunnos said, "Heed my words and you will find yourself among the living longer for it." Breathing heavily light headed with a gravelly voice Dillon asked, "Wha... what was that? What did you do to me?" "As I said, it is a parting gift. And for me, just think of it as an insurance policy." In the blink of an eye and wavering form, Dillon was once again in the room by himself. He slowly got himself back to his feet feeling a little shaky after his latest ordeal. He was thinking, already this has been one hell of a day. Dillon made his way out of the room passing the guards on his way out and they each gave him a curious look then looked at each other fisted their hands over their hearts with bowed heads. Dillon didn't give it a second thought and continued out down the hall he used when he originally entered and marveled again at how amazing this place was. He walked out of the cavern and past the bowed heads of the entrance guards with the familiar tingle of magic running down his spine as he crossed the thresh hold once more. He walked away then stopped as he realized he had no idea where he was or which way he should go. Just when he had decided to do a little exploring, Zhana came to retrieve him meeting him on the path that led to the cave. "The others are at the clearing for the midday meal. Follow me." She did not wait for a response but tuned to go back the way she came then swiftly whipped her head back around as something about him registered with her. She took a look at him gazing at his neck. Judging by the severe tightness he could still feel there, he was sure she was looking at the beginnings of bruising which was a testament as to how tight the god's grip had to have been with Dillon's skin as dark as it was. He thought he saw surprise flash across her face but it was quickly replaced with barely contained hostility. The growl from Dillon's stomach caught her attention and his; she hissed then started walking away with him following close behind. He did not realize he had spent so much time in the cave but the stomach didn't lie. They reached the clearing with no further conversation between him and Zhana. He figured that she must still be a bit upset about the not so pleasant end to their earlier conversation ending with her and the others flying across the room and slamming into a wall. Dillon knew he would have to apologize for that he would just wait until the opportunity arose. When they reached the clearing, if it was even possible, Dillon received even more stares than those he received that morning at breakfast. He noticed that most of the stares went to his neck. Those must be some awfully bad looking marks in order for all the people to be looking at him the way they were. Zhana led him over to an area where Sienna and the little nymph Ayla sat already eating their meal. As he approached he noticed that the stopped eating and were also staring at his neck. That was not a good sign. It kind of made him self-conscious and he nervously wanted to start fingering the very tender marks he felt every time he turned his head. The marks had to be showing more vividly than originally thought to garner all the attention he was getting now. Dillon was able to he stopped himself before executing the movement that he was sure he was going to have to give explanations for. He took a seat as the questions started to flow his way. "Where did you get that? What happened after we left?" Sienna said with an extreme look of confusion on her beautiful face. "Well I... I ... had a little encounter after you guys left." Dillon said sheepishly thinking she spoke of the hand print around his neck. "That looks like it was more than a 'little' encounter. Who did you get angry at you now?" Sienna said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes turned away from and went back to eating effectively letting him know that she was no longer open to conversation from him anymore. Even Ayla wouldn't make eye contact with him. Damn. Dillon thought to himself. Guess now is as good a time as any for that apology. All but Queen Rayzahn was sitting there so here goes nothing. "Look guys, I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. I had no way of knowing that I could do what I did. That doesn't excuse the fact that I did it though." One of the male tygerwud came over and handed him a plate of food and they all ate in silence for a minute. In that minute Dillon really thought about all that had happened in the last few days. He decided right then that he would not fight the pull of the place he was in. He would accept it and help these people as best he could. "I can't apologize enough for my outburst. All I can do is continue to ask for your forgiveness and hope that you... all of you will find it in your hearts to forgive me. I won't fight this anymore. I accept that I have come here for a purpose. I humbly ask that you all help me to become the best 'Chosen' that I can." With that Dillon rose from meal and walked away leaving his unfinished meal there suddenly now feeling the loss of his appetite. He walked around the encampment with his thoughts weighing on him heavily. He was soon joined by Rayzhan. "Well, what did you say to Cernunnos that earned you that?" She said. "That obvious huh? I guess my mouth has been getting me in more trouble than I can handle lately. And by the way, your majesty, I own you an apology..." Ryzahn cut him off. "No. No need for that. You have had a lot to adjust to and I was recently told of your acceptance of this. It is much to take in I understand. Yet you still did not answer my question." The queen said her interest still keen. "We exchanged some words and I'm sure I must have said something to offend him, can't remember exactly what, but he said something to the effect that he was.... Going to 'leave me with a parting gift' and 'insurance policy' vowing that I would 'protect his children.' All this while I dangled from his hand. I'm sure that the hand print around my neck is testament to that." Then a thought occurred to Dillon and he spoke on it. "Hey umm, how did you know it was Cernunnos that came to me?" "I know because we were in his temple in the Tyguard. Something you said after we left must have triggered him to want to show himself in the temple. It is not completely unheard of but very rare. And that is not a hand print on your neck but it is marked letting the world know that you are touched by him along with a torc that has some major power in it. You need to learn to use these powers fast because someone will try to kill you for them." The queen left Dillon with his thoughts once again. Dillon idly fingered the torc he wore. He thought that the tightness was from nearly being choked to death but was really from the new hard ware he sported and what he was sure was another tattoo looking 'mark' spanning the circumference of his neck. Hell he was so tiered of everything... just everything he didn't even want to see it. At least he had a clearer view of what Sienna was talking about and the curious glances he'd been getting from everyone. He thought and continued his walk till the sound of the clashing and clanging of metal on metal caught his attention. Following his ears he went towards the sounds and its origin. Dillon found himself walking up to the edge of a clearing of a training field of sorts. Its current occupants were doing just that; training to fighting. Dillon was transfixed as he watched the fight progress. There was a well-built male and female facing off with some wicked looking swords and though he was larger in than the female in size she was definitely holding her own thrusting and parrying with considerable skill. They look to be pretty evenly matched but on closer look he could see that the female was the one with the upper hand. Not to say that the male had no skill, as he did not seem to be holding back putting as much force as he could muster behind his strikes but the female met him stroke for stoke even pushing him back making him go on the defense more often than not. Dillon was thinking that he would hate to have to be the one on the other end of either of their swords. He didn't think that he had ever held a sword in his hands other that the plastic one he own as a child. That would not help him if he had to take up arms against either of the current fighters. *** "Unf!" Dillon hit the ground for the... hell he didn't know how many times he had hit the ground. All he knew is he spent more time down there than on his feet. Right about now, Dillon was really wishing that he had taken that spot on the wrestling team in college or even in high school. He didn't know if it would have actually helped but at least he wouldn't feel quite so inept in what he was doing now, is what he thought as he got back to his feet once again going into the fighting stance he had been taught. His thoughts wandered. After a particularly silent night, still no one willing to speak to Dillon after what had happened in the cave the day before, the only words spoken to him were from Ayla and all she said was "Your actions speak louder than words.", yet to find that the person to start his training was the very male that he had seen fighting in the ring yesterday, had Dillon more than a bit surprised. Ayla's words in mind, Dillon thought right what better way than to show the others that he meant what he said about accepting his destiny in this place and his apology to them than to put it in action. When he had asked about beginning his training he had no idea what he had been in for. The strange thing was that when he made his decision of acceptance he felt a since on rightness that seemed to just ring in his gut. He knew that he was doing the right thing and he would do his damned best to do it right. As he hit the ground yet again he almost began to doubt the wisdom of stepping into the ring with this guy. He knew that his body was surly protesting the strains he was putting it through. Thank God they didn't have any swords of any kind as of yet otherwise he would be in a very bad way right about now. It was enough that he hurt in places he did not know could hurt. Bain once again helped Dillon back to his feet. Dillon was hoping and praying that it was time for a break cause he really didn't know how much more his body could take at the current rate but he would be damned if he let Bain, his fighting coach know that. "You fall faster than a cub." Bain said. "You need to strengthen your stance if you even hope to remain on your feet. You try to hit me with your hand but your body... is weak. On its own it is not fast enough. You have to remember that you are more than mortal who will fight things that are not mortal at all. You must use both sides of your being mortal and fae to even start to compete with one of our kind." Seeing the distraction and exhaustion written on Dillon's face, he had to give him credit with this being his first time on the battle field. He had determination written in every muscle of his body and Dillon was catching on faster than he than anyone else he had trained before him even the women who were born to be bad ass warriors. Bain called a break. "You need to get yourself together and fast. You have a lot to learn and little to no time to learn it in. You may have a few minutes then we come back to the field. Leave before I change my mind." Something in the way Bain said that last statement caught him wrong. He felt something inside him rise up. Where just a moment ago he felt like every muscle in his body was screaming in protest now felt as though they crackled with strength? "No. I am no cub or weakling, we go again now. And don't hold back." "Oh, I don't think you are ready for that cub... I mean 'Chosen'. You cannot even hold a stance let alone stand against me. You are not strong enough to handle that yet." Their little word war was drawing a crowd. Others were gathering to see what the outcome of this would be. There had been many there that morning when Dillon had first started his training expecting something spectacular but quickly dwindled when they saw how inept he was. The obvious tension building between the two had others putting their weapons down to see how the confrontation was going to end. Dillon said "I am more ready than you think." He didn't know where the sudden confidence was coming from but he was going with it. For this moment in time he did not doubt himself and was ready for anything Bain wanted to throw his way. Bain sensed something awake inside of Dillon and his edging him on was increasing whatever was going on in him. "Alright young one let us see what you 'think' you got." With that he charged Dillon expecting him to go down as he had all the other times he had this morning. And not to his surprise, Dillon went down hard like he had all the other times he had this morning. Bain got up looking down on Dillon with a sarcastic smile on his face. Dillon stood blowing the dust out of his nose and felt the blood now trickling down his lip. His emotions ratcheted even higher at the smugness clearly showing on Bain's face. He decided to use his emotion as strength. He remembered the words from the god telling him that his emotion affected his powers. Dillon just knew he could do much better than he was doing and it would give him great pleasure to wipe that stupid smile of Bain's face. He wiped the blood from him mouth. Steeling himself for another bout because he was NOT going to stop now. "Like I said cub you are not ready nor do you have the skill to best me. Yield before you really get hurt." But Bain was sure that was not going to happen as he saw a steeliness enter Dillon's eyes. If he wasn't mistaken there was a bit of magic in his eyes too if the subtle glow in them was any indication. Now we're getting somewhere. This is what I have been waiting for, he thought. Oh this should be fun. "Yield? Hum, I don't think so. Bring it on pussycat." Bain made for Dillon once again but the clash did not go as any other. Bain made impact to Dillon's body hard but unlike every other time prior he didn't go down. It was like two brick walls running into each other, the shook but both managed to stay on their feet neither giving an inch. Both fighters had their arms wrapped around each other's neck head to head trying to get the upper hand. This was the fight that Bain had been trying to get out of Dillon all day. Judging by the strength Dillon was pushing off this was really going to be one hell of a fight. Bain got his head back in the game or it would be over quicker than it started and that just would not do. Fae Woods Ch. 07 Bain gave a swift kick to Dillon's knee trying to make his leg buckle under him but only managed to make him bend the victimized knee but not lose his balance. Dillon's eyes seem to glow more deeply as even more magic poured into his limbs. Bain saw this and he allowed his beast to come forward just short of shifting into it. Bain sent a blast of power down his arm and waited for an opening. Just as he thought it Dillon shifted his arm going in for a hit and it was just the opening Bain was waiting for. He went in just under Dillon, his fist connected with him and the blast of power shot out lifting Dillon off the ground throwing him back some feet, but he did not fall instead feet went wide bent at the knee. As Dillon's feet skidded across the ground he put his hand down to maintain his balance. Oh this sparing match just so went to another level. Dillon growled then let out a defining war cry as he charged Bain as fast as his legs could take him feeling energy roll over his body and he tried to focus it directly to his hands as he approached. Then in the blink of an eye he had both of his fist planted on Bain's body to Bain's and his own total surprise. Dillon had put on a Burst of superhuman speed that he had not expected. The power exploded from Dillon's hands rocking Bain through his chest and stomach where Dillon's fist connected on his body sending him back doubly as far as he sent Dillon with his blow. He thought, interesting let's see how far we can push this as Dillon seemed to be shaping into a better opponent the more they fought. They both charged each other at that point meet with sparks of power were rolling and flying off of each of their arms and legs as they both tried to land a blow that would fell his opponent. The faster the other moved the faster the blocks and counters came till they both seem to be a blur of movement to those observing the fight. They went at it for a while more escalating to point where the where not only putting the energy blast behind the blows that they were trying to land on each other but were manifesting them and actually throwing the balls of energy at each other. This did not go on long before Dillon quickly learned to mirror Bain and use his own power to manifest a shield of power to block the blows that were now hitting so hard they shook the ground they fought on. Hell, this had been going on longer than Bain ever imagined it would and he was starting to tire but Dillon was going strong. Dillon could see that his opponent was tiring but he would not let his guard slip or Bain would exploit it no doubt. He could feel this fight coming to an end and he planned on being the victor. He NEEDED to be the victor something within him would not let him lose. Wham! Dillon was blinded and thrown back by a major blast of power as he did just what he said he didn't want to do and got distracted. Damn that shit HURT. Dillon was mad as hell, for real, he was so done with it! This fight would end NOW! He could feel the power again burning on the inside his chest and lungs. This power was different than before, more potent than anything he had manifested before. They circled each other breathing hard waiting ... and watching... to see what the other's next move would be. All the while the power burned deeper inside. Bain tried to throw bolt of energy at him again but Dillon had had enough. He did not even attempt to pull up a shield he just crossed his arms over his chest and right when the bolt of energy would have hit him, he swung his arms down slicing right through the bolt. The energy that had been rolling, burning and boiling in the pit of his lungs came to a head. It welled up in his throat and he took a deep breath and blew it from his mouth. Blue flames were expelled from his mouth. He didn't have time to be surprised he just went with it and continued to breathe. Bain had barely got his shield up just before the intense heat and flames flew over the shield. The heat was so bad that he had to extend the shield over his whole body to prevent it from being burned. Dillon still didn't let up he kept the flame going directly on Bain knowing he had the upper hand. Already weary, Bain felt the weakening of his shield and knew he could not hold out for much longer. He decided that now would be a good time to yield as he did not want to get roasted. "Yield, yield, I yield! You win." Bain yelled to Dillon. Immediately Dillon stopped the flames coming from his gut. He stood stunned as did all the tygerwud that had come to watch the fight. Dillon could also see the stunned faces of Sienna, Ayla, and Zhana in the crowd. Apparently, the training session drew even the attention of the queen as she sat in her tygerwud form stunned by what she had just seen as everyone else in the crowd. He was glad that he was able to show them that he was not weak. Hot damn, no pun intended, I can breathe fire! "It's about damned time. I almost began to doubt the fates choice for a moment" Bain said with a huge shit eating grin on his face. "Took you long enough to figure out how to tap into your powers and you sir have been gifted with many. I do not doubt that there will be many more surprises in that area for you as we continue your training. That will be all for today. You have earned your break well. You will meet me back here tomorrow and we work with weapons." "You mean you did that on purpose?" Dillon asked incredulously. "Of course." Bain said as he has Dillon's shoulder a hard pat. "The easiest and fastest way to get you to tap into your power is through your emotion anger especially." Still grinning. "See you tomorrow morn." And Bain walked away to get a drink of water. The people had dissipated as Dillon spoke with Bain. A few still milled about giving curious glances as others went back to doing training or doing their daily chores. Dillon did not see Sienna anymore so she must have been one that left the training field. He made his way over to Rayzahn and Zhana as they stood side by side bowing his head in respect as he approached. "Majesty. Your highness." He said respectfully. "You were quite amazing Chosen. Bain is one of our best warriors only bested by a few of our most skilled female warriors. You are coming into your powers quite well, better that I initially anticipated. This is good as I have a feeling your skills will be needed soon" she turned to Zhana "Don't you think so daughter." She said "Yes mother. He has done quite well. I look forward to seeing the other gift that the Fates and Cernunnos has bestowed on him." "As do I. Your time draws near daughter. Do not disappoint me." Rayzahn then turned back to Dillon. "Go cleanse yourself you will then come and take your meal with me." Then she turned and left with no further conversation. She also left Dillon curious as to what she meant by that last statement. He turned questioning eyes to Zhana but she stopped him before he got a word out. Aggressively she said "Do not bother. It is no business of yours." And left him standing there more confused than he was before. She must still be upset with him to still be so abrupt with him. He decided not to let it go and started to walk away to take that bath because it would not due for him to have lunch with the queen smelling like for lack of a better term a sweaty sock. So lot a good look. Someone hearing what the queen said handed him the things he would need to freshen up. He noticed Ayla and saw that she was no longer using the crutch that had been given to her to aid her in her recovery. He went over to her to thank her for the wise words she had given him the night before. She spoke before he got a chance to strike up the conversation. "At the risk of sounding redundant, you did well today. Zhana is not mad at you keep in mind that that you are not the only one that has a destiny to meet." She said. Okay, he had no idea what that is supposed to mean. "Okay not sure what that means." "Oh you will find out soon enough." With an enigmatic smile. "And just how do you know that. There is something strange about you Ayla" "You will find that there is something a bit strange about all the inhabitants of this world." "This is true. But I think that there is something that you are not telling me about yourself." Dillon said a little suspiciously. "Funny, I don't remember saying much to you about myself." Dillon thought about it for a second and realized what she said was true. "Well we will have to see about what we can do about that." He was enjoying the interchange between the two of them and found himself really interested in finding out more about her. "You sir have a queen to get ready for so we will have to wait for another time to 'get to know each other better'. Just remember the words that I said to you about Zhana there are a lot of destinies that are connected to you and the choices you make." "I guess you are right since coming here I have leard and felt things that I never have before now. I guess it would be the same for those as you say are connected to my destiny." "Now you are really getting it. Oh, Sienna will come around, you bruised her with your words because she has given a lot for you to be here." She pointed off to the side to a waiting Tygerwud male. "Your escort is waiting for you." Dillon turned to look to who she pointed to told the fella that he would be with him in a moment then turned back to Ayla only to find that she was no longer there. He quickly turned his head left and right to see if he could spot her retreat but she was no wear in sight. Dillon just shook his head and chuckled thinking that if you would have asked him a week ago what he would be doing his new reality definitely wouldn't have been anywhere in that answer. Dillon followed his escort as he led him to the bathing pools. They did not share any conversation but soon were coming to a denser part of the pride signaling the entrance to the pools. His escort explained that the pools were naturally occurring heated spring and that it would help relax his muscles. He escort was called away to complete another task before actually showing him into the heavily wooded enclose that encompassed the pool. Dillon entered on his own and could feel the rise in temperature as he walked in the steamy area. He found a place to set his things down and disrobed eager to go into the bathing pool. He stepped into the pool and immediately felt the tension release from his body. He didn't know just how tense he was until that moment when he felt the most of it melted away. He sat there a bit luxuriating in the feel of the water with his eyes closed. He heard a sound that had him bolting up right. The steam was so thick that he had not noticed anyone else in the pool with him. He started to relax again thinking that it was just another tygerwud here to take a bath as he but he keep his eyes open waiting to who might emerge from the steam. To his immense delight that person was Sienna. She glistened as she waded forward in the water. Between her anger at him and him coming into his powers as the chosen he had not had an opportunity to really get closer to Sienna as he would have liked. Now he gazed at her dripping with water and was hard a rock in seconds. He wanted her so bad but the look on her face let him know that she wouldn't be that receptive to him. He had to talk to her before he let his body make more of a fool of him than he had even though his anatomy in his neither region was begging him to do otherwise. He heard her giggle and drug his eyes back up to her face. He knew the giggle came from her by the smile he saw on her face. Oh this was promising. Her smile dropped at that thought. "Your inner dialogue is quite amusing but this situation is not as promising as you think. I'll leave so can cleanse yourself in peace." She unfurled the wings that had previously tucked away in their flaps in her back. Magnificent. She floated away from the water sending waves around his body as she tried to make a quick getaway. Oh no, he was not about to let her or that delectable body of her slip away that easily. Dillon reached up just as she was flying past him and grabbed her ankles. She struggled flapping her wings trying to get out of his grasp. "Let me go!" She said angrily. "Not one your life" Dillon proceeded to spider walk his hands as continued to struggle. We need to talk and that can't happen if you walk or fly away every time I'm in the same place as you." "That is because I do not want to talk to you right now." She huffed as Dillon's hands got firm grip on her waist pulling her down further. "Will you let me go." She said through gritted teeth. He banded his arm around her waist stilling small struggles sending delicious wave of pleasure everywhere her body touched his. Her struggles seemed to lessen but her breathing hiked up as she made eye contact with him "Never." He brought his mouth down hard on hers searing her with his kiss. Fae Woods Ch. 08 Fae Woods Ch. 8 I know, I know… it has been way too long since my last post but I won’t bore you with the details of my oh so mundane life. I hope you enjoy this next chapter in the Fae Woods series and I promise to keep it going. Took me a minute to get my writing mojo going again but it is now firmly in place. My next update is scheduled for October 2013. Happy reading. ~sylentpoet~ *** Sienna stopped struggling completely and she melted into Dillon’s arms and kiss. Dillon held her even tighter plundering the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Sienna started moaning those little sounds that drove him crazy. Dillon threaded one of his hands through her soft locks fisting his hand in her hair, keeping a firm grip on her head, making it impossible for her to move even if she wanted to. Sienna wound her hands around his neck now becoming a very willing participant. Dillon was so worked up that he could feel his heartbeat pulse in his extremely ridged arousal. He broke away for a much needed breath. Now was the time, time to back out if this really wasn’t what she wanted. Dillon gave her this chance because he knew he would not be able to stop if they proceeded any further. She answered by lifting herself up and wrapping her legs around him grinding her hot core on his manhood pulling him into a deeply passion filled kiss. That was all the go that Dillon needed. Her actions had pulled an agonizing moan from him torching him with her pussy. Dillon had this incredible need to taste her. He pulled her head back by her hair bearing her neck to him. He trailed hot kisses and nips along her jaw. He licked and sucked his way down her neck and bit her right where her shoulder met her neck but immediately soothed the area with his tongue. Sienna thought that him biting her felt so good to her that her moans began get louder and melt one into the other. Finally, Dillon decided to ease the tension that had been building in her breast. He took one of the taught distended nipples in his mouth rolled and flicked it with his tongue. While he pleasurably attacked the one nipple he took the other globe in his hand pinching and tweaking its peak. Sienna’s head and body were swimming in the pleasure Dillon was giving. Her pleasure just rose higher and higher. Then as Dillon was in the midst of him giving the other nipple the same treatment as the other, the tension had built so high in Sienna that the orgasm took her by surprise. She saw stars behind her eyes as her body convulsed around him she held him tighter to her. Dillon was just as surprised as she because the vibrations going through her body were unmistakable. He’d never had a woman orgasm by just sucking on her nipples. Oh but he was so not through with her yet. Just as her body started to calm down Dillon put both of his hands under her thighs and lifted her bodily up to his mouth where he had eye to pussy contact with her leaking whole. Sienna fluttered her wings keeping her balance and Dillon placed her legs over his shoulders bringing her center closer to his face. He could smell her essence and it drove his passions for her higher. He grabbed ass in both hands and buried his face in her center. Dillon could hear the hitched breathing coming from Sienna and he just wanted to hear more so he went to work on her. Sienna was in a dazzling haze of pleasure. She had barely enough time to calm before Dillon started in on her in this way. She wrapped her hands around his head. Dillon literally had her screaming her head off she didn’t think she could take much more. This man’s tongue was MAGIC! She could feel another orgasm coming and it was going to be even bigger than the last. She could feel Dillon’s tongue swirl around her clit sending wave after wave of pleasure over her. Dillon had to change his hold on Sienna. She was fluttering her wings so harshly that she nearly flew away from him. He had to lock his arms around he thighs to keep her anchored. There was no way he was giving up his treasure so easily. Dillon continued to lap and sop up the juice Sienna was leaking, God, she was sweet to him. The intense crying out that Sienna was doing signaled him that she was close to another mind blowing orgasm. Dillon went in on her clitoris sucking and flicking it rapidly. It was when he started to gently use his teeth while he sucked her that sent her over the edge. He was rewarded for his hard work when she reached her peak and squirted directly into his mouth. Dillon eagerly lap up every drop she had to offer. Dillon turned as Sienna languidly slid down his body. He gently laid her down on the edge of the pool and stepped between her legs. She lay there with half hooded eyes and her skin was glowing from all the pleasure she had just received. Dillon kissed his way up her flat stomach and sucked a nipple into his mouth then releasing it with a pop. He then continued his path up her body and took her mouth intimating what he would be soon doing with his lower region. Sienna ran her hands all over his chest and shoulders and tasted herself on his lips as they kissed. The fires of passion were raising high within her again and quickly. Dillon insides rejoiced in how responsive she was to his loving. He knew he enjoyed every minute of it and also knew that the best part was yet to come. Dillon started to grind himself against her sopping core ready to plunge into her depths. She raised both of her feet to plant them on the ground on either side of him. This left her open and gave him a perfect view of her engorged clit and puffy lips that just recently kissed so intimately. Her sweet taste was still on his tongue. And as tempted as he was to taste her again he had other plans for that sweet pot just now. Man, he was being driven into a passionate frenzy. He was on a collision course, as Sienna’s pussy was the destination. He had to get inside her and fast. Taking himself in hand, he lined himself up with her whole. He rubbed the head of his penis in her juices readying himself to enter with the exquisite torcher of his actions. He would savor every moment of their joining if he had to use every bit of his already waning restraint to do so. He started making slow, shallow thrust luxuriating in the feel of her velvet walls. And damn she was so tight. The extreme tightness did not register with him till he lost all the fragile hold on his restraint and just plunged balls deep in one fell stroke through the thin barrier that was her virginity. Then he stilled as what he’d just happened registered to the brain on top of his shoulders. He saw a lone tear trickle down the side of her face. Dillon gently kissed the tear away. “Damn Sisi, why didn’t you tell me?” He said through gritted teeth. The strain from not moving in her was very hard on him. “I didn’t want you to stop, it only stung for a bit. I’m alright now. You can move… I kinda need you to. Please.” And she moved her hips pulling a grown from his lips. He slowly began to move not wanting to increase her discomfort in any way. But Sienna was a force unto herself, begging him go harder. She told him that she wouldn’t break and that she needed more. The slow pace was driving both of them crazy. Soon, he was giving in to her demands of more and picked up the speed. Her whole body began to rock and vibrate from the force he was putting behind each thrust yet she still begged for more. Sweat was pouring down Dillon’s body as he pistoned in and out of Sienna’s tight sheath. Dillon felt his balls tighten and a familiar tingle run the length of his shaft the dam burst and he was shooting thick ropes of cum into Sienna. His orgasm triggered hers and soon she was shouting her completion right along with him. Dillon collapsed on top of Sienna his member still firmly seated inside of her. The only sound they heard was of their combined heartbeats and hard breathing. Sienna wrapped her arms and legs around him to keep him right where he was, not wanting to move from that spot or position. She had fancied herself in love with the human child all those years ago now, no matter what her father said she knew for sure that he would be the only one for her. She was going to do everything within her power to stay by his side. “Wow, woman, that was amazing but I’m sorry for hurting you. Sorry for just everything.” Then he kissed her forehead and started to move. Sienna tightened her grip on him loving the feel of him inside her she was reluctant to let him leave. “No, don’t move. I love the feel of you right where you are.” He relaxed into her arms. “This is the best apology I’ve ever had. It was even better than the apology you used to give me when you here a child. I used to love the pot tarts and jello doughnuts.” Dillon laughed, “You mean Pop Tarts and jelly doughnuts.” “Yes, that is what I said.” Dillon just laughed again. Just then they both heard the clearing of a throat and both turned to see where the noise was coming from. Dillon quickly scooped Sienna up turning her away from the eyes looking on placing her in the water and blocking the rest her with his body. The intruder happened to be the male that had originally escorted Dillon to the bathing pools. He stood there with a smirk on his face that said I-know-what-you-were-doing and a twinkle in his eye. Sienna giggled at his attempt to preserve her modesty. “You can be so very human at times Dilly. We do not have such strictures on modesty in this realm. I am quite comfortable with my naked form.” “Well, maybe I’m not so keen on strange guys looking at you.” “Do not worry so.” “But still…” The male spoke interrupting the byplay between Dillon and Sienna, “Chosen, the Queen awaits you and sent me to see what has delayed you. I did not want to disturb your…” he paused “activities but you must make haste or else you will offend her majesty by your lateness and that would not be wise.” “Oh shit!” Dillon said. Sienna detectible body had thoroughly distracted him from the reason he came to the pools in the first place. “Give us just a moment I’ll be out shortly.” “As you wish, I will wait for you just outside the entrance. Please make haste.” Then the male left them to go get ready. Dillon and Sienna washed and quickly dressed and were on their way in no time. They noticed, more so Dillon than Sienna, as they were led through the village one again that they received lots of sly looks from the inhabitance. Boy, if Dillon’s skin tone were any lighter, you would have been able to see the deep blush that was heating his cheeks from the thoughts he knew these people must be having. When he thought on it he remembered how loud Sienna and he were and he was sure everyone had to have heard them. And if they hadn’t been them they would have heard the story of it. It was obvious that word traveled fast around here as the tale must have gone all over because he saw that there were a lot more women in their humanoid form than he ever remembered seeing before. And from the batting eyelashes and swaying hips pointed in his direction, he guessed they would all like to take a piece out of him, if he gave them a chance to. Well, a particular piece of him anyway. They were led not to the clearing were they had previously taken all their meals but to another cave that had to guards set at the entrance. When they approached, Dillon was again given the eye from both guards as they were about to enter. The male that led them, stopped just before entering. “These are the queen’s private chambers. She has requested a private audience with the Chosen. Sorry but the fae cannot enter at this time and must take her meal in the main community area.” He said. “It will be as the queen wishes. I will see you later Dilly.” Sienna then turned to leave. Dillon grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him before she could get too far. “Hold on there my beautiful fae. That is not a proper farewell.” “Is that s…” and before she could finish Dillon had pulled her into kiss that took her off guard and she gasped. Dillon took the opportunity to taste the warm confines of her mouth. Dillon ended the kiss leaving her befuddled with a goofy smile on her face. “Later sweetness.” Then he left Sienna standing there as he and his guided away into the inner sanctum of the queen’s private chambers. *** “You are causing quite a stir.” Ryzahn said to Dillon as she sat across him reclined eating her meal. “How so?” He replied. “I am sure you have an idea. Namely, the reason for your delay.” She said giving him a sly look. Dillon felt the heat once again rise in his cheeks, again glad for the cover of his chocolaty toned skin. “I do apologize for my lateness. I got distracted and did not mean to disrespect you in anyway?” Ryzahn laughed “No matter. You have no idea what your little display has done. First, you beat the strongest male warrior in the pride, then you claim an innocent in a strong show of virility. You have just made yourself the strongest and most wanted male in the pride. The women will fight for you vie for your attention and every one of them will want you to breed with them.” Dillon turned his head just in time not to spew the drink he’d been drinking all over Ryzahn at her statement. “You have got to be kidding me.” “No, I kid you not, whatever that is supposed to mean. The women will seek you out, tell me you have not notice the change.” “Yeah, I noticed a few looks… but whoa, I’m still stuck on the ‘breed’ me thing.” “Yes, it is only natural for us to want to breed with only the strongest and the best the world has to offer. Right now, you, are it. You will have your pick of women.” “I’m not sure if that is a good thing. I like sex as much as the next guy, but I don’t want to sleep with every woman I see. Especially if the sex is for the express purpose of making children. I’m just not comfortable with that idea.” “Even so, you may not have a choice. Undoubtedly, the prowess you have shown today will send quite a few of the women into heat. We can be a bit ferocious and agressive in our need. Add to the fact that you have never been exposed to the pheromones of a tygerwud in heat. It is quite compelling even more so for one in heat.” “This is a bit much. I’m not even one of you, how can they be so sure they will want to breed with me? The child may not even be a tygerwud doesn’t that worry them?” “Not at all, we all know that you have been touched by our god and that you are the chosen. The tygergud are very strong and dominant. And any cub born to a tygherwud will be tygerwud. That is the way it has always been, and will always be so. Enough with the pleasantries, I called you here for a specific reason. Word has been sent to my sister tribes. The two remaining pieces of the sward are now on the way here. They should be here within the next fortnight. That is all the time you will have to prepare yourself. Get as much training as you can because you will be sure to have need of everything you learn. Do not take my warning lightly for what you face, if not defeated, will not only be your end but the end of us all. You did well today in your training, better than expected, and I expect nothing less as it continues. Tomorrow you begin your training with swords. The rest of the evening is yours to do what you will. I’m sure you find plenty to occupy your time.” The last she said with a sly grin on her face and a warm glint in her eyes. Dillon stood, “Thank you majesty. I will do my best to help as much as I can.” Then he left the chamber with the queen’s words still weighing heavily in his mind. The people here were truly expecting a lot from him. Sure, he had come into some pretty awesome powers but that didn’t mean that he would be able to save them all. He was not the type that liked to fail at anything but it was still a lot for a plant biologist. Dillon had again been so wrapped in the thoughts in his mind that he did not notice all of the attention he was getting. He had been walking and thinking not watching where he was going. He bumped right into someone, a woman. He apologized and turned to go another way only to find that his path was blocked by yet another female. Oh, this was so not looking good. He quickly turned yet again hoping to make a quick getaway the way he came only to find that he had been surrounded. Now he was in a place totally unfamiliar to him in the company of three very ferocious looking women, who had him thoroughly surrounded. Dillon looked around to see if there was any possible way to escape these women but saw that he had managed to get cornered in an area that was very secluded with not another soul in sight to help him. They started to close in on him, make low growling sounds. The looks on their faces made it quite obvious what they intended to do to him. They circled him, running their black taloned fingers all over his arms, back, and chest. “Oh, he is fine of form sisters.” The first woman purred. “Yes, it is good that we get to him first.” Said the second. Then all of a sudden Dillon began to feel a little woozy as the women began to circle him. They all looked alike, not the, been-in-the-same-tribe-and-dress-alike way, but the they-HAD-to-be-triplets kind of way. The resemblance was so strong between them. And the touching they were doing was really starting to get him aroused. Usually, he wouldn’t feel the need to want sex so soon after the post carnal activities that he and…and damn! What was her name? But there was a quickly forming hard-on that was directly affecting in his thoughts. Somewhere in his fuzzy brain, it registered that these women must be emitting that pheromone that the queen had been talking about. He was really fighting himself now. One side of the conflicting emotions didn’t want him to do anything and the other side wanted him to do everything with these women. Dillon had some very erotic thoughts going through his head at that moment. Then one of the sisters went in for the kill, tightly grabbing him behind the head and pulling him in for a kiss. At the same time he felt two other sets of hands roaming all over his body. By this time he had a raging hard on and a set of the hands roaming his body took advantage of the distraction of the tongue in his mouth. The hands grabbed his hardened member, sending shockwaves of pleasure all over his body. He roughly fisted his hands in the hair of the woman kissing him becoming a willing participant in the manhandling ravishment of his body. The cool air he felt on his neither regions let him know that his was cock was now being revealed to his aggressors. The next thing he felt was warm lips encased him and slowly sucked him making him even harder. The sensation felt so good that he started rocking his hips back and forth in time with the sucking. He felt himself go deeper with every stroke and soon met the at the back of her throat, thinking that he didn’t want to choke her with his girth and width, he started to pull out but was surprised when she grabbed his hips and pulled him to her deep throating him until his balls hit her chin. Dillon couldn’t remember any woman being able to take him the way that she had and it felt amazing! In the back of his mind, he knew that he shouldn’t be doing what he was and shouldn’t want to do it as much as he did. He felt himself being pulled down to the ground knowing that this was going way too far in the wrong direction but he did not know how to stop himself. He was just so damned horny and these women were more than happy to help him out in that area. Now Dillon felt the soft earth meet his back but the mouth around his cock never lost contact but he was about to lose his mind. Or had he already??? He had his hands fisted in the hair of the woman that was swallowing his cock bottoming out every downward stroke, he closed his eyes reveling in the feel of the soft moist mouth that was giving his cock a work like he’d never had before in his life. The aroma is what hit his nose next. It was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. It hiked his desire to another level and he almost came when he smelt it barely keeping himself in check. He wanted to prolong this experience as long as he could. Fae Woods Ch. 08 The hands of the other two sisters still roamed all over his body to every part they could reach. But when he opened his eyes he found the source of the aroma hovering over his face in the form of a sopping wet, steamy snatch. He let out a pleasure filled moan as the aroma hit his olfactory senses a new. The woman above him lowered herself to his waiting mouth. He did know when he began to salivate for this woman all he knew is that the sensation he was getting from just smelling her had him nearly but not quite forgetting the that woman that was sucking him off. But her talent in what she was doing would not let him for get. He plunged his face into the woman above him and nearly went into a total sensory overload form all the sensual pleasures these women were giving him. He veraciously ate the pussy that was over his face. Releasing the woman that was sucking him, he locked his arms around the well-toned thighs of the woman’s whose pussy he now feasted. He dug the heels of his feet into the ground pumping his near to bursting cock in and out of her mouth. Dillon thought if there is a heaven this is surly it. He must have be doing a good job too because he was sure that all the moaning and groaning that was going on was not coming from him. The moans were melting one into another. He heard one of the sisters say something about he was near his completion though he knew that to be true he was going to bust any second. Then he felt the cool air hit his cock as the woman stopped sucking his cock. But he didn’t mind cause he knew he was still on the verge of coming all de had to do was continue to suck and lick on the pussy that was in his drenched face. At that moment he decided that he did not want to be the only one coming and latched onto the distended clitoris of this succulent pussy. As soon as he did his dick jerked at the feel of her in his mouth so. Then she started to come and his mouth was flooded with her delicious nectar. But he refused to let his prize go through the violent shaking the signaled her orgasm. The woman was snatched away from him but was quickly replaced with an equally tantalizing pussy. He got a little ruff himself not appreciating the disruption in his feast and went straight for the clit on this eager to have the honey drip down his throat again while at this a new sensation grabbed at his senses as he felt what could only be another warm pussy start to lower on his cock. He was going to bust any second. Dillon felt the familiar tingle in his balls as the cinched up getting ready to shoot his load into the woman slowly milking his cock with her hot tight pussy. The woman on his face started coming and the feel and tasted of her come running into his mouth was the last straw he need. He was about to come and hard. Suddenly, the woman, that tasty pussy he enjoying was snatch away. Again, his feast interrupted. He then saw the enraged face of Zhana the reason for his missing feast but couldn’t find motive to move from where he was. There was still a woman so diligently milking his cock. Soon she was no longer there as Zhana bodily recovered her by her hair and he felt the cool air hit his cock again but it was already too late as felt his nut shoot up and out of his cock. Apparently, Zhana was too close because she turned back to him in her crouched position ready for an attack the first jet of come was leaving his cock and landed right on the left side of her face. She was so shocked that she did not move and the come on her face was quickly joined by two more streams of come one landing in her partially opened mouth and chin and the final jet while hot as strong as the one before landed right across her beautiful cleavage. *** Coming down off the high of the intense orgasm, Dillon could see the awkward scene that he happened to be the star of. He would see himself lying on the ground with his pants around his ankles. He saw Zhana crouched over his body with a surprised look on her face from the major facial he just gave her cum dripping from her chin. Though it was a bit awkward, the sight of his come all over her made a little warm spot grow in his chest. Then, when he saw a glob fall from her chin, it was arousing enough to elicit a visible twitch from his now exposed and flaccid cock. But the most embarrassing thing was the crowd of people that had been drawn to the events that had taken place. When the realization that he was totally exposed to the crowd, he quickly made moves to correct his clothing to cover his bare privates. When he finished correcting his clothing, he looked into the silent crowd once again. He saw the three women that who’d accosted him and one seemed to be nursing a bloodied nose, the other a swollen eye and busted lip, and the last had four dripping slashes going down the side of her face. All Dillon could think of was when in hell did he miss all that. At that moment, one of the sisters came angrily up to Zhana. The sister with the slashes across her face said, “You had no right, his seed was mine to take! Why do you interrupt what was none of your concern?” She sneered but was wise enough not to get too close to Zhana. Then said calmer with undertones of her earlier anger, “Of all the years you have lived, you have yet to let someone breach your maiden head. So why do you stop those who would breed to help our race? You wear on your face what should have been mine and my sisters.” Zhana still had not moved nor said a word from her crouched position over Dillon. Even to the point when the other woman approached and he started to get up Zhana gave him a look that told him it was in his best interest to stay down. So he did. Now Zhana stood to her full height, which was taller than the woman who’d just vented her frustration to her, and stood toe to toe getting right in her face. The woman didn’t move but you could tell that she was alarmed from the quick rise and fall of her chest. Dillon thought that this was about to go really bad really fast. Although Zhana was stuck in her human form he had no doubt that the she could best the woman easily. And from the look of the sisters as a whole, Zhana had already done so. But he also knew that one shift from the sister could change the odds physically in their favor. Dillon started to speak but thought better of it. There was a power play at work here and Dillon was sure his was at the heart of it. Dillon thought that were going to be some big drag out chick fight about to go down but happened next surprised and confused the hell out of him. Zhana took a deep breath through her nose and spit in the woman’s face. And by the consistency and amount he could tell that is was more than just saliva. Apparently, Zhana had not swallowed the jet of cum that landed in her mouth but purposefully waited for the woman to quit speaking to spew it in her face. Damn that was hot and harsh, for the other woman that is. But Zhana did not leave it there. She quickly followed spiting in the woman’s face with a back handed bitch slap that had the woman sliding back a few feet across the ground. Zhana said with baring her teeth in a deadly soft voice, “Be satisfied with that, as it is all the seed you will ever get from him.” Zhana turned to walk away the crowd parted not willing to anger her further. But one of the other sisters had something to say and added her two cents. “He is still fare game Zhana and as you can see we can be very persuasive. His seed will be ours. Besides, you have no claim to him who will stop us?” Zhana stopped and angled her head back over a slumped shoulder. Her multicolored hair streamed down her back and only her profile was visible between the curls. A suspicious wetness filled her eyes but dare not spill, “Oh but I do have a claim, he is my Khaijat.” There was a sharp intake of breath from all those in the crowd. Surprised eyes all around now stared at Dillon, some even backed away from him not wanting their action to be seen as a form of aggression or defiance of what Zhana has just claimed. “And you do not have permission to touch him. If you or your sisters ever touch him again your life’s blood is mine to take.” Again, Zhana moved to walk away but no one stopped her or said any words to halt her retreat deeper into the woods. More confused than ever Dillon stood. He had a good idea that something major had just happened. Zhana had just claimed him as something called a ‘khaijat’ but he was not entirely sure he wanted to know exactly what that was or what it meant he would have to do. This new world was throwing so many curve balls at him he didn’t know if he would ever get a chance to catch up. The crowd dispersed with many more stairs and whispers of khaijat and even something about him belonging to Zhana??? He definitely needed to talk to Zhana or at least someone who knew what the hell was going on. He started to make his way in the direction that Zhana had gone but didn’t get too far when a familiar voice in his head stopped him, “I would leave her be if I where you.” Ayla said. “An emotional tygerwud is a dangerous tygerwud.” “Ayla, you have a knack for showing up at the strangest times.” “I know, it’s a talent. But back to your emotional tygerwud, better you wait until after the evening meal before you go to her.” “But I need to know what’s going on, why she did what she did. I am confused as hell right now. Like I know I didn’t want to sex those women, but then at the end there, I want to know why I felt so compelled to do the opposite? I thought that all the women around here were really into sex, so why did Zhana beat the crap out of them to stop us from doing just that? I can understand why the other women were upset, hell, if I wasn’t so far gone I might have been a bit upset myself. And what the hell is a ‘khaijat’ anyway? I got a lot I need to find out.” “All in good time Dillon. Remember what I said before, more than just your destiny is being met. Everything is working in order as it should. Go talk to your trainer Bain before you go to Zhana. He will have some of the answers you seek.” “Hey, when did you become so wise?” “All is not as you have seen, and when you think you have seen all, there are thing which still remain to be seen.” “Now what in the world is that supposed to mean?” “Keep your eyes open and you will see.” “Do you revel in the cryptic?” “You have no idea.” Ayla said with a knowing smile. “Umm hum, that’s the problem. I have no idea what is going on around here but I sure would like to.” Just then he heard Sienna urgently calling out for him “DILLON! DILLON! Where are you?” Dillon turned his head in the direction he heard the shouting coming from just in time to see her burst through the trees. “There you are come with me now!” Mistaking the alarm in her voice anger “Wait, I can explain what happened… well kind of…Ayla help me out here?” the last he said turning back to where Ayla stood only to find once again that she had disappeared like the wind. “Ayla isn’t here who are you talking to. Never mind, it doesn’t matter but ye need to come with me right now!” Her Irish bough being so heavy he finally noticed it was alarm that coating Sienna voice. “Whoa, what is this all about?” “Stop askin so many questions and just come with me!” Sienna shouted. With that she took off back the way she came Dillon close on her heals. Dillon soon found himself back at the clearing where they took most of their meals. It was almost impossible for Dillon to get through the crowd gathered. With the large size of the tygerwud, Dillon’s visibility for what was going on was zero. He tried to get around the bodies of the large animals but couldn’t budge a one. Sienna floated above them all and had a bird’s eye view of what was going on. He was about to start climbing on backs of some of the persons blocking his way when Ayla appeared at his side. “There is an easier way to get through than what you are trying if you are willing to follow me.” She said. Thankful for the welcome intervention, Dillon said, “Lead the way.” And he followed her as she led his to a spot where the tygerwud were not so crowded and made his way to the front. The site that met his eyes was gruesome and heart breaking at the same time. Zhana and Ryzhan were among the small grouping at the center of the crowd. All were in their tygerwud form except for Zhana, who was still under the directive of her mother and queen not to change and the men who were attempting to attend to what or on closer look who Zhana, who was covered in blood not her own, held in her arms. Dillon worked his way around the front of the crowed to get closet and get a better look at what was going on. It almost looked like Zhana held a rotting carcass of, if the stripes he could identify were any indication, was a tygerwud female from the size of her. Her breathing was labored and she looked to be on her last leg of life. The men attending her were attempting to stanch the flow of blood from her many wounds. In some places the flesh hung revealing the bone beneath. Zhana gently held her massive head in her lap softly stoking the fur on the top of the wounded tygerwuds head. Silent tears streamed down her face. Dillon had moved close enough to hear Ryzhan spoke to the wounded, “Sister, how…who has done this to you? Where are the others? Why were you not protected?” her voice was laced with restrained anger and concern. The wounded one tried to speak but all she could do was moan in agony. Swirls of energy began to swirl around Ryzhan’s body and she raised a hand or rather paw over the body that Zhana held and the golden swirls that floated around Ryzhan body flowed down her arm. The glowing mist rained down from her hand which in turn pored over the entire body of the wounded tygerwud. She gave a wordless signal to the men that were attending to her and they backed off, stopping the work to fix her wounds. Rhyzhan continued to weave her magic over the wounded as the men backed away. When she stopped the wounded gave an audible sigh of relief. “Sister your wounds a too great for me to heal, please tell me who has done this to you so that I may avenge your death.” She sat for a moment still not saying anything. The in a weak voice she asked, “May I see him before the light of life is extinguished?” Ryzhan must have known of what she spoke, she lifted her head searching the faces of the crow then stopped when she spotted Dillon. She turned back to her dying sister, “As you wish please do not forget my request.” She turned to Dillon, “Chosen, please come forward my sister wishes to see you?” Cautiously Dillon took the steps that brought him opposite of Zhana then knelt down so that she could see him better. Her eyes were closed as he looked on. Her lids fluttered open to reveal startling blue eyes. She looked Dillon over head to toe then said to Zhana, “Assist me goddaughter, I wish to change.” “But Leila, it will weaken you to do so; you are stronger in your animal form.” “Do not tell me what I already know, this is not what I ask of you; would you deny me my last request?” Leila said. “No, of course I would not. It is as you wish.” said Zhana. She then bowed her head placing her forehead to the forehead of Leila. They both glowed and the battered, bloody, and bruised body of Leila reformed to that of a battered, bloodied, and bruised woman. Zhana lifted her head and went back to petting her head and let her hand settle on Leila’s shoulder slightly aglow attesting to the power she was slowly feeding Leila to strengthen her from the power she needed to use to make the change. Leila really was in bad shape as her body continued to leak her life’s blood into the ground. Dillon could see that beneath all of the bruises Leila was another beautiful example of the tygerwud people. His heart went out to the beautiful woman who was bleeding out before his eyes. She turned her eyes to him once again and the blue did not seem as luminous as they had before. A weak as she was, she spoke to him in words that made him think this woman was used to being obeyed when she said something, “Chosen, come closer.” And he did. When he was close enough for her to touch, Leila lifted a bloodied hand and caressed his cheek. “So you are the one that is to save my people and home.” Dillon smiled and said, “That’s what I have been told.” Then she slapped his face. “No, it is who you are. Do not present yourself so weakly again, no matter how scrawny you appear.” Damn this chick had some punch behind her slap for her to be dying. “Yes ma’am.” She continued to speak, “You have a large task in front of you Chosen. A precious gift has been given to you. It will take all of your fortitude to keep it. Your journey will not be an easy one but have confidence that you will be able to complete it. Zhana, sit me up.” And she did so trying not to disturb Leila’s wounds as she did so. “Now, give me your arm chosen.” Dillon leaned in and clasped the woman’s arm as directed. He knew that one again that something magical was going to take place. Then she let go, “The gauntlet, remove it.” And he did so, removing the gauntlet from his unmarked arm. Dillon then clasped her outstretched arm again and she grasped his. An intricately formed gauntlet was wrapped around her arm. He had not noticed it before; in lieu of all the wounds that littered her body but the reoccurring theme for swirling foliage and tygerwud were once again the subject of this piece. The look of it, the gauntlet may have been forged in the same place or time as the headpiece that Ryzhan wore in her human form. Just as he really started to admire the intricacy it began to glow and take on a life of its own starting to writhe and move on her skin. It lifted from her skin in a snakelike motion. Dillon was really freaking out and tried to release himself from her grip but could not dislodge her fingers. Her claws dug into him drawing blood. Leila “This will go much easier if you relax.” “That’s a little hard to do with all th…” “Silence, your response was not requested.” This came from Ryzhan Dillon fell silent feeling as though he endangered himself otherwise. The magic working from the gauntlet brightened. The snakelike filigree moved to snake around his forearm reforming on him. Once it settled the glow stop ceased and he could feel the pulse of the magic flow in his veins. “I have been its guardian for many centuries.” Labored Leila. The transfer draining her further “Now it is up to you. The fate of my people rest on your shoulders.” She looked Dillon right in the eye. “don’t fail.” Ryzhan “Sister, please my request…” and with her last breath Leila whispered only one word “Darkhuns” Zhana clutched the now lifeless body desperately rocking back and forth in her grief. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Leila’s body reverted back to its feline state but Zhana still clutched her head to her chest. Dillon was unsure as to how the magics that kept Zhana from changing into her Tygerwud form but as he watched her tears and heart wrench cries, her face took on a distinctly feline appearance. Not fully changing but definitely not humanoid. He could even see the sharpened teeth in her mouth as she whaled her grief to the world. Hers was not the only wet face but hers were the only cries he could hear. Even when her cries quieted, she still rocked the body holding it as it was something precious to her which it obviously was. The men came again to remove the body that Zhana held onto so tightly. They approached slowly knowing that the vulnerability of the princess may cause her to strike out at them. They were not wrong, Zhana would not release the body. When they moved to take it from her she growled showing her teeth and swiped at hand that reached for Leila. Ryzhan spoke to Zhana in low soothing tones but Zhana grief was so great that the words had no effect. Fae Woods Ch. 08 At some point, all the people that had gathered filtered away. The only ones still there where the men, who were under orders to do so, had a make shift stretcher at the ready, and kept trying to remove the now dead Leila from Zhana’s grasp. Sienna, who keep herself a safe distance away, no longer hovering but her empathy for Zhana’s loss plain on her face, Ayla, perched on the branch of a nearby tree, no doubt for the clear view the vantage point gave her, wore the same pained expression as Sienna, and Ryzhan, who continued to speak softly to her unresponsive daughter. The pain radiating off of Zhana touched Dillon in a way that had him thinking of his own recent loss of his mother. In that moment, something inside him connected with Zhana. Staying crouched, so as not to present a threat to her, Dillon slowly made his way behind her. Ryzhan stopped her hushed whispers to give him a look that definitely said he needed to back off. The look had no effect on him, came closer to Zhana’s rocking frame. He came so close that he could feel the heat and grief coming off her body. It made his heart stutter in his chest. He reached out to touch Zhana’s but his arm deterred from its path by the painfully tight grip Ryzhan had on his wrist. Dillon didn’t even see her move he just felt the painfully tight grip she had on him. Dillon looked her in the eye once again holding her angry gaze. Something in her gaze changed and she released him recognizing that his purpose was only to comfort Zhana. Dillon gently put his hand on Zhana’s shoulder, and she tensed at his touch but did not move away. Dillon ran his hand down her arm sure that she was going to snap on him at any moment. When she didn’t he sat on the ground behind her feeling her need for physical contact. He spread his legs and scooted his body as close to her as he could get. With his body pressed behind her she was still tense. Going a step further, Dillon tried his luck, and wound his hand around her waist the fur of the dead tigerwud still warm from being held against Zhana. Dillon wound his other arm around her shoulders, his fore arm resting just beneath her chin. Dillon just held her. He didn’t know for how long, but he just kept holding her pouring all the comfort he could muster into his embrace. Eventually, she slowly released the tension she held in her body. At some point Zhana leaned her chin on his forearm and the warm rivers he felt running down his arm could be nothing but Zhana’s tears. Each one wrenched at his heart and he just redoubled his efforts to pour comfort into her. Exhaustion taking its toll on her, Zhana finally released her burden, her hands falling limply to her sides. Knowing the strength it must have taken her to do so Dillon tightened his arms around her. The men were finally able to load Leila’s body onto the stretcher they had waiting. As soon as the body had been removed from her lap, Ryzhan knelt in front of her daughter paying no attention to the blood that covered the ground and he daughter an embraced Zhana from the front briefly. Dillon felt the pulses of power that ran off of her from the brief contact, she was a powerful being indeed, but still refused to let go. Ryzhan tilted Zhana’s chin so that she could make eye contact. “Daughter, you need to rest. Your grief is pulling on the collective strength of the pride.” Zhana tried to make a weak protest but it came out as weak mews. To which Ryzhan ran the fingers of her other hand, to which she had gathered some glowing power that neither Dillon or Zhana had noticed, gently down Zhana’s face and she instantly went completely unconscious. “By the gods, this has been a trying eve.” Ryzhan stood and called to more men to attend to Zhana but Dillon still refused to let her go stating that he would take care of her. Something about this whole situation had made him feel an intimate closeness to her. Dillon gathered Zhana in his arms looking to Ryzhan expectantly; she stood and walked away clearly expecting him to follow. Before leaving the clearing he made eye contact with Sienna who seemed to give him her nod of approval and he returned it. In the queen’s chambers everything seemed to have already been prepared for their coming. Hot water and soft towels awaited them. Along with fresh clothing and bedding for Zhana. Dillon took his time attending to her all the while Zhana made not a peep for the duration of him taking care of her. Ryzhan though in human form prowled the room totally lost in thought the whole time. After tucking Zhana in, but not really wanting to, rose to leave and though Ryzhan seemed to be lost in her own thought she called to Dillon before he could leave the room. “Chosen,” he turned to her, “you have my gratitude, for Zhana, Leila is… or was very important to her. She will take her death to heart.” “I can tell” he said. “But it is more, Leila was her God mother, should anything have ever happened to me while she was a kitten, Leila would have been the one to rear her. As it is, the majority of her training as a warrior was at Leila’s hand as is our way. But more to that even, Leila is my sister.” At this there was pain etched in each of her words. “Not in the since that we call each other sister because of our relation to our god Cernunnos, but we were born of the same litter. We raised, trained, and even fought together….” Realizing that she was getting too caught up in her memories, she turned her gaze back to Dillon tears shining in her eyes, “My thanks to you. You are a good male indeed.” And went back to her prowling. Dillon turned to leave again but Leila’s last words rang in his mind and” He asked, “What did it mean?” “What?” apparently thinking Dillon was gone was confused by the request. “Laila, her last word, what did it mean?” Greif quickly morphing into anger and she spat the word “Darkhuns!” “Yes that’s it, what does it mean?” “Harvesters,” and she stopped in her prowling to pin him with a pointed look that was filled with barely contained rage. “Tomorrow, the hunters become the hunted.”