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Between Fae and Foe Ch. 01

By: OnlyJaded



She arched as she felt the warmth of his breath over her face, lifting it to the touch she knew was there. The sound of his laughter rushed over her as she felt his fingers on her face running into her hair, the other hand keeping her eyes closed as his mouth touched hers. Her mouth opening on a moan taking his tongue into her, sucking on it, feeling his fingers tighten in her hair, lifting her own into his to pull him down to her.

"Shhhh! Patience, little one..."

The sound of his voice, lowered in the darkness of her room made her shiver, her legs restless on the sheets, even as she felt the weight of him on the bed beside her; knowing he was already naked; that he already had spent awhile, watching her, teasing her with light touches so that she gained consciousness already at the edge of arousal.

"Please..."

Her whisper was dry, barely discernible but he heard it and made his hands just a little rough as he pushed up the edge of her nightdress over skin, warm and smooth as silk and his voice a little harsh as he replied;

"I will please both you and myself. I will..."

And he did. His mouth nipping over hers, moving over her jaw, and the arch of her throat, wrapping her legs around his hips, the nightdress crushed up around her waist, as he pulled back her head to allow his lips to roam over the expanse of skin above her breasts. She couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her as he wrenched the thin straps hindering his way to scrape his teeth over the curve of her breast, laving the slight abrasion with his tongue before taking her nipple into his mouth and suckling hard. She could hear his breathing, harsh and fast just as she knew he could smell and feel her arousal against his engorged staff.

"Damn it, please! I can't take this!"

She knew she was begging. She always did. There was something about the way he touched her that made her breath catch and her body steep with arousal, making her wet and ache for the feel of him; his mouth, his fingers, his cock thrusting into her, filling her; filling all the empty places inside her.

Her hands ran restlessly over the smooth expanse of his chest, making his breath hiss out as her nails raked over his nipples and then moved lower over his stomach. She rocked against him, trying to nudge the hot, broad tip of him inside, gasping as she felt his hands manacle her wrists drawing her back and felt him lean over her, menacing, hot and hard against her.

"Look at me!"

And as she responded to the harsh whisper, all she could see were the eyes; gleaming crystal eyes the color of silver.

"Look at me as I take you Sarah and know that you belong to the Prince of the Fae!"

And he thrust his length into her, slamming into her...

"Yours...!!"

And her eyes opened wide even as the echo of her own shout resounded in her room. 

"Goddamn it!"

Sarah pushed her hair away from her forehead with a trembling hand as she sat up, noting the sweat and the heat despite the autumn that had come to the city. Her sheets were damp, her nightdress twisted somewhere around her waist and she could still feel the very real ache of unfulfilled desire rack her body. She pushed away from the bed, still trembling, going to the window to look up at the sky running her hands over her face.

The dreams had returned after a hiatus of nearly 10 years but they had never been this intense, this frightfully real. She had never been able to remember them as a child and whenever relating them to her mother, could only recall the intense silver gaze that belonged to a bunny or a fairy or a cat before progressing to the knights and prince charmings of any teenager. That hadn't stopped her mother from going pale though and she always tried to instill some practical streak in her, advice on controlling her imagination, sleeping light enough not to dream which of course she laughed away.

But the dreams had stopped. Finally! 10 years ago! The death of her mother giving her the cold resolute strength to block her thoughts but recently she had found herself thinking more and more, back to that day when her mother had and...

"No! No! No! I will not go back to it!" 

The sound of her own voice startled her as did the panic she could feel creeping into it. It's just that moron who I caught trailing me the other day. I'm just spooked. Spooked or not, she knew she wasn't getting any sleep that night and settled on the recliner by the window to spend another night staring at the sky.

--oooooooo--

There it was again! She wasn't a person who relied on the tingling of senses to guide her but the feeling of being watched was too consistent and too strong to ignore. And she felt that tingle flash annoyance through her as she turned to look at him; there as he had been for the past few days, far enough to seem unrelated but close enough to let her know she was the object of his interest. It wasn't that his presence was threatening exactly but something just got to her. Even now, he was across the road, a book in hand, sunglasses concealing his eyes, watching her unabashedly since she had caught her first glimpse of him. Maybe it was the fact that he kept his eyes covered that seemed to hypnotize her, called out to her even from that distance and she shook her head, turning to walk away as she always did and missed the way the man's lips curved into a smile as he continued on his way as well, shadowing the figure, and allowed his thoughts to continue with their meanderings.

Ada'an, the Prince of the Fae was surprised that he was starting to enjoy his task. Shadowing possibly the lost daughter of Mo'ho'gra, one of the elders of the Council of the Fae had been his punishment for his latest indiscretion. He felt a scowl darken his very fine features just at the reminder of how the council had read him the riot act about his irresponsibility and misuse of power. Hell, when was a fairy prince allowed to exercise his powers when not to save the innocent childlings playing in the shadow of that cliff from those tumbling rocks? Okay, so not tempering the flash of his power and blowing up the overhang that basically preserved that land from the vicious blast of the sea was a little careless but there had to be priorities and so he had stood in as close to open mouthed shock as he was told that he was now responsible for tracing the possible daughter of the elder from a forbidden marriage to a mortal woman, and to do so without the use of most of his very impressive powers.

At least he had been allowed a glamour that was not unpleasant to look at. He hoped it would make approaching the mortal a little easier but from what he had seen of her; it seemed that any man approaching her would be shot down. She looked unassuming enough, just a couple of inches over 5 feet, with brown hair of indeterminate length always pulled away from an oval face lit by light brown eyes that so far had gleamed in glorious amber temper at him but it was her mouth that had caught him unawares. Full, luscious and gleaming a soft pink, he had been plagued by thoughts of how soft it would be, or what it would feel like on his body since he had seen it curve slowly into a full, blooming smile that had made her eyes spark and her face glow. He wondered what he would have done if the object of that smile had been a man rather than the antics of a pup jumping into a puddle. 

But he shook himself out of his musings as he watched her enter the apartment building that housed her. It was time to face her about who she was or at least half of her was. The other half he had made sure he knew before he had directed his efforts to letting her notice he was there. Sarah Elizabeth Gallagher, 29 years of age; a head hunter in one of the city's premier recruitment firms by profession and single by choice since a messy and painful divorce some years ago, preferring to leave her head in the multitude of books that crowded her space. In control, confident and seriously sharp was her attitude in life and work except when her temper erupted and struck. People had been reputed to be drawn to tears or worse because they caught an edge of the whiplash. Thankfully, those flares were few and far between but Ada'an had a feeling he could just about manage to trigger her to go off.

--oooooooo—

"You really need to get out more!" 

Sarah grinned as she heard the familiar sentence echo in her ear. She had been hearing that same sentence instead of a hello for 12 years now, since the first day she had met Diane in the library at university. And she gave the same answer, she had given then;

"Hello Diane! Good to hear from you! How are you doing?" And burst into fits of laughter as she heard her friend sputter out her routine of curses that this response always got.

"Hell Sarah! I'm serious! It's been ages..."

"You saw me last weekend hon... Remember the barbecue?"

"One weekend in 4 months is not damn enough!"

"Di! I don't like people that much and you know it! When you come back, we'll go out every night of the week. For the moment, I'm enjoying this solitude..."

"But..."

"And it's not like I'm not going out at all. Even now I'm sitting under an old tree, with a picnic basket and a book. It is a heavenly morning!"

Her face softened with a smile as she heard Di sigh and say goodbye with entreaties to take care. All those miles away, surrounded by beautiful men and women and Di couldn't stop worrying about her. She's the one who needs to get out more.

"Somehow, I don't think a solitary picnic in the park was what your friend meant when she wanted you to get out more!"

The warm, slightly amused tone had Sarah's back stiffening with shock even as she jerked her head in the direction of the voice that she knew belonged to him and found her eyes moving from Nike clad feet up long, thickly muscled legs lovingly clad in worn out jeans, over the a firm waist and stomach to corded arms crossed lightly over a broad chest; taking in the breadth of the shoulders and the strength of the neck even as she noted the blonde locks brushing his shoulders, and the sensual curve to a mouth that should look hard to match the angular jaw and cheek bones to be captured by eyes that gleamed like...

"Silver! Molten, smoldering mercury! They can't be so clear!" 

She could hear all these thoughts clamoring in her head as she felt the pull of those eyes and even as she noted the amusement in his expression unable to look away. Something was churning within her as she looked into those eyes; heat coiling in the pit of her stomach and smoking up into her throat so that her breathing grew shallow and her lips parted on a breath... And she watched those eyes drop to her lips and if possible flare brighter but at least it gave her room to shake her head and focus.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?"

Ada'an almost grinned at the whisper that emerged, noticing a tremble, mistaking it for her infamous temper, but knew that if he gave vent to it, she would be harder to talk to. 

"I'm Ada'an, Sarah. I need to speak with you."

Sarah knew she gaped and knew her mouth fell open as she jumped to her feet even as the man came closer.

"I am..."

"...the Prince of the Fae!"

It was hard to imagine who looked more shocked now as Ada'an stared at the woman who had gone pale and was moving away from him, her eyes flashing with panic, her pulse beating visibly in her throat. How had she known who he was before he told her and what was it about his name that had wiped all color from her face and elicited such horror that she ran from him?

--oooooooo---

"No! It cannot be! It cannot be true!"

Sarah could hear his name echoing in her head like a death knell. She had to get away from here... from him. Escape was her only thought as she ran into her apartment, away from that, that thing that was there in the park.

The Prince of Fae! Here! And he knew her. How was that possible? And she remembered the last time she had heard the name, from her mother as she lay on her death bed. 

"Listen to me Sarah."

"Mama please! The doctor has asked you to rest. Whatever you need to say can wait till you're better!"

"No!"

And it was the vehemence of that answer and the fire in her mother's eyes that had Sarah reaching for the hand that was held out to her and sitting on the chair next to the bed.

"I have already left it too late and now even what I do tell you may not be enough to protect you!"

--oooooooo--- 

Between Fae and Foe Ch. 02



"I was young, impetuous and headstrong, much as you are my darling. Only I grew up in circumstances far different from yours. Mortal I was but I belonged to a line of powerful women and men; that had the power to act as seers and vessels between worlds. And this meant that I grew up with a strong sense of responsibility; identifying and keeping all those parts of those worlds that could collide distinct and separate from each other.

I had vision beyond what my ancestors had seen and yet, when I met Him, it seemed all my eyes went to sleep. He was royalty, groomed since existence to govern the world of magic that existed above our own. He came from shape shifters and sorcerers and belonged to those who could alter worlds. Beyond the time that they came to our realm for Council, their interaction with mortals was limited to invisible movement among people or preferably even more just to observing through the veils that hid them from us. 

It was at one of these Councils that He and I actually met. He was there to convince the others to allow the fae for a limited time to walk among humans as they are. Shrouded in glamour suited to time and place, their true might and form concealed so as to protect the humans and the fae themselves. He suggested the fae be bound by law, by magic and by word to govern the extent of the relationships that they may form while on earth. It was scandalous! Allow magic and non-magic folk to interact. It would change things. Where it could open new doors for the fairy folk, where would it lead humankind if even a whisper of it got out. Nonetheless, he was convincing, and his eyes, gleaming gold, so much like yours had triumph and challenge in them even as he got the Council of Elders to agree.

I could hardly breathe for the sight of him. The height and breadth of him, with the long fair, and the flashing eyes seemed like something out of a dream and when he came to me, it was a dream. He took me and I him. There was nothing new about seers fucking fae folk but what was new, was that he loved me, or so he said.

We had the ultimate clandestine wedding, shrouded by veils of time, and scattered over worlds to protect the union from the fae and my people, for such unions were prohibited before the sanctioning of crossing of worlds and after, it had been reinforced to the extent of forcing amnesia and memory loss in the humans should their be a fear of very real and very binding human emotions threaten to come to fore.

We had our own world, where we lived for a while as man and wife, bound by no laws but the immortal ones of faith and passion, and equal amounts lust and love. Unfortunately, we did get caught and were brought in front of the council to face rebuke and anger. Accusations flew around, telling us how we had risked the very balance which allowed our worlds to co-exist but we were wrapped up too securely in each other to let their arguments sway us and begged for some chance, for something that would allow us to stay. 

We were offered a choice. The only way was for him to walk through a portal and lose his place in fae-dom and become mortal. And he faltered. I felt his hand drop mine and felt him step away from me even before he actually moved. And all I remember then, is the echo of the Veiled Judgment barring me from further Councils and issuing me warnings of how should their be repercussions of the union, the child would be stripped from me to be brought up as 'al'ihan'; half mortals half faes who serve the faes till they reveal their powers in which time they are allowed induction into the ranks of the warriors or failing to be anything more than mortal, reduced to be nothing more than soulless shades.

And yet, even as the voice echoed, I felt you within me, my daughter and used all my skill to veil my womb from those who could have taken you from me and allowed myself to be led to the portal that would take me away from my community and in a land where I would be an outcast, no longer a privileged one turning back just once to vow as I looked at the cowardly creature who had been my lover to never let him touch your life. And I ensured it, by using spells and incantations as old as time, as part of me as the magic that had been stripped and weaved around myself and you, a cover enough to conceal us from those eyes that I knew would spy.

And then you were born. So much like me and yet there is no way you could not have been his with those eyes; open and dreaming and seeing so much, including the fae who still preferred to walk with us in shrouds. And I was scared that you had the vision and then the dreams started. The visitations from a fairy prince whose existence has come down in seers only as a prophecy;

"Beware he who walks between the times with eyes of winter and hair of the sun; He brings the seer's blood a destiny unheard; a choice for eternity, damnation and bliss! Mark the choice in time for fae mortal alike changing the course of the world For when it comes down it will be death or life, hers and his!"

My child's destiny interlinked with one of the faes, so powerful he is deemed a prince; yet so dangerous that he appears as no more than one of the faes own tales. And I begged you, to guard your heart, and your mind against temptation that has grown with you, from innocence to an age where your desires combine with lust.

You need not tell me for me to know how you toss at night, how your skin grows warm and your secret place gets damp. How your dreams charged with thoughts of lustful embraces and heated kisses make your body dance? But beware my child; I have spent my life protecting you from a fire that has burned me. It is not late yet, for still his countenance is only as real as his eyes, for even he lies unaware for the moment of the physical reality of you because of the binds I have in place but I do not know if they will survive after I am gone.

Guard yourself my darling for I do not wish to see you at the same crossroad that I stood at not so long ago, expecting a fickle fae to hold on to me, except this time the choice will come down to death. Guard your thoughts my darling; protect your heart and draw on all that is mortal within you and your world to be your shield from eyes that prey too deep. Give strength to the veil I spun around you... Stay safe....

--ooooooooo--

...stay safe... 

Sarah could still hear the echoes of those words standing as she did with her back to the door of her apartment; still feel the way her mother's hands had gone cold within hers lending the chill to envelop her heart and her thoughts and after the night of the burial, the dreams had stopped and she had become what she was today, With the exception of Di, who was too stubborn to allow herself to be whipped away by Sarah, she had managed to control her interactions and relationships with a cold mindedness that stunned people. 

After all, that is what Jason had said when he had walked out on her.

"You drew me to you with some inkling of a fire that I can sometimes sense but you never let me close enough to know if it's really there. You're too cold Sarah! Even when I lie with you, inside you; even when you touch me in the most carnal or intimate of ways, I look into your eyes and I can sense all those parts of you that you keep locked away. I can't live like that... I just can't!" Until now... And today, she had seen him and he was as splendid as he had been in her dreams of late; stunning in his lethal beauty and the power he wore like a skin; that the darkness within her visions has concealed. Suddenly tired, she covered her eyes with her palms;

"Damn it! After all this time, it can't be real!"

"I assure you Mistress, I am very real..."

--oooooooo—

Sarah felt her breath leave her as her hands fell away to look at him as he stood in front of her, barely 6 feet away, and very, very real. 

And as she turned, she felt his body come up behind her, his hands slapping against the door so that she stood surrounded by him; feeling the smoldering heat emanating from him; sheer sensuality with a dash of temper.

"I had not seen a coward in these many days that I watched you. And even when you ran from the park, I attributed it to nerves but rushing away a second time would have me think that I perhaps overestimated your courage and your pride."

Ada'an allowed a grin to crease his face as he saw the delectable spine in front of him stiffen but wiped it away as the woman turned to face him. She was in control now, the goddess, still and carved in stone, cold and calm. This close, he could see how fine and smooth her creamy skin was, and how lush and full her mouth was. He could feel every controlled even breath she took that almost brushed his chest with her breasts; just as he could smell the underlying scent of her under the perfume, something warm and sensual, filling his mind with images of the sun and sex and sex in the sun. He felt himself harden at the thought of touching the skin of her throat, where he could see a single gold chain just to see if it was warm or cold but something pulled his gaze back to her face where he could now see a perfectly arched brow lifted condescendingly over brown eyes that had grown hard while she waited for his to speak.

"You want something, Prince of the Fae?"

An eyebrow lifted in response, his mouth curving with the promise of a challenge as he moved closer, his hips now bracketing hers just as his body was holding hers against the door.

"Well now, that goes without saying"

Sarah's breath caught as she felt him, hard and heavy against her core, her breath hitching audibly as he suddenly moved, bending his knees and forcing her up against the wall so that his hardness was now nestled firmly between her thighs.

"I've wanted ever since I saw you walking out of that hole you call an office wearing those silk pants that stretched over your delicious ass and these legs. You had on a white blouse covered by a sedate black blazer, thinking you looked oh so business like. The look may have worked sweetness but fire melts ice and I saw the fire, in the flaming red scarf you had draped around your neck and into the blouse where you had left those 3 buttons open. And then you walked, and the trouser leg lifted just a little to show me a glimmer of gold around the ankle. The princess of cold wears gold around her skin for heat and I will find that heat..."

Sarah heard all this with shock holding her immobile even as she felt him bend his head and whisper in her ear, his hot breath teasing her skin, jerking against him as she felt the his mouth take her earlobe and nip on it, forcing his to groan as her crotch rubbed against his.

"I do want Sarah... And I want NOW!"

And Sarah felt the no she wanted to voice forced back into her throat as a hand pushed into her hair, holding her head immobile for his mouth to ravage hers and the other move over her jean clad thighs, to curve around her ass. His tongue was there, hot and velvet rough teasing her teeth and engaging hers as he rocked against her, bringing a moan that had her mouth opening wider beneath his and her hands gripping at his shoulders. Ada'an felt the punch of pure heat kick in as he felt the blindness, the hunger take him, feeling the thick silk of her to fall free around his fingers even as he pulled her head back further to allow him to pillage the sweet taste of her.

"Oh God... This is too real... too hot... I can't..." She could barely pant out the words as she wrenched her mouth away, trying to force those fingers that were now coiled in hair, lush and soft, clinging to them, to push away from this thing that she had been so warned against.

"Don't think, little one... and don't fear me. Our heat is only for pleasure, yours and mine, to keep us warm in this night as it chills." 

And she felt herself freeze as his hand curved around the collar of her long sleeved shirt and ripped it open, watching the lust turn his eyes to stars, his mouth open and swollen from her kiss, as he looked at her breasts, firm and curved gently. And watched that mouth smile as her breasts swelled just by his look, her nipples hard and prominent through the fine lace of the old fashioned camisole that she wore underneath. 

"Oh God, please..." And allowed her head to go back as she felt his tongue lave that nipple through the camisole, and then his mouth and teeth pulling at that nipple, making it turgid and turning it cherry red before giving the same attention to the other. Her fingers coiled tighter in his hair, pulling on it briefly before moving her hands down over his neck and into the shirt over the hot skin of his shoulders.

Ada'an hissed as he felt her nails rake over his shoulders, looking up to see her lost in the demands of her body as she twisted in his hold, his hand clenching over ass even as the other continued to pump her sweet breast. He looked down, at the little gap where the camisole slipped out of her jeans, revealing just that edge of soft skin below her navel and covering that which Ada'an now knew he wanted. He suddenly gripped her hips forcing her harder against the door, hearing her gasp, holding her steady with one hand on her waist and her legs against the strength of his thighs as he undid the buttons of her jeans, pushing them apart enough to see a scrap of champagne colored lace, same as the camisole clinging to her heaven's portal. He felt her fingers on his shirt pushing open buttons and pulling it away and off from his chest, her fingers moving over his chest, his silver gaze tangling with and staying on eyes gleaming bronze with heat even as he allowed his fingers to dwell below the lace, unconsciously licking his lips as his fingers slid over smooth, hairless skin to the very core of her where he could feel her heat and wetness pulse.

He left his eyes on hers as his hand reached lower to cup her mons, feeling her jerk, wincing a little as he felt her nails rub over his nipples, as hard as hers. His gaze was still with hers, open and wide, all seeing as he moved closer, till her soft breasts were crushed against his chest, his hand now entrapped between their bodies. And his eyes stayed open as he slid just his tongue into her hot, wet mouth even as his finger slipped in to the wet, glorious heat of her pussy. 

"Oh shit" Sarah felt her eyes roll up into her head as they closed in reaction to feeling his finger inside the wet, dark core of her. She hadn't had lovers except Jason and was tight, and she could feel every movement of his long, thick finger as he moved it inside her even as his tongue dueled with hers, rocking against his finger, unable to stop her movement or the mews leaving her throat as he whispered against her mouth.

"You're so tight... Ah Sprite... So tight... One finger and you're full... How will you feel when I put more fingers into you, fucking you this way, before I fuck you with my cock? How will you feel against my thickness then... Sweet Spirit! I can't wait to feel your tight, sweet pussy squeezing my cock..."

Sarah felt herself growing tighter, throwing her head back as she felt another finger join the one already pushing inside of her, almost grunting as she felt his movements get harder, his thighs hard against her pressing his hard, thick cock against her dripping cunt gasping aloud as his mouth came back to hers, sucking on her tongue and effectively fucking her mouth with his, pulling away to run his hand possessively over her face to curve around her throat as he tried to work a third finger into her tightness.

"Come for me Sarah; now with all your heat, when all that you are is threatening to reveal itself; reveal all your glory to me little one. Coat my fingers with your slick ambrosia... Let me take your passion, your heat..."

And even as he watched her eyes go blind, he pulled her head back by the hair that now fell loose around her face, as he curved his fingers inside her, watching her mouth part on a glorious, keening sound of pleasure as her body clenched and pulsed over them, and still he continued to move them, pushing her further, watching as her body arched in helpless fury in the storm of pleasure that he was awakening in her. 



Between Fae and Foe Ch. 03



Sarah came to herself still feeling her body tremble with the aftershocks, feeling the warmth of his hand still cupping her, the fingers of the other just gently caressing the nape of her neck. Somewhere between the time where the world stopped spinning and started again, her legs had been lowered to the floor and she could sense his hardness against her and feel the scent and warmth of him clouding her shaken senses. 

"Sarah...."

The low whisper had her tremble just a little as she unclenched her hands from his hair, as she tried to ease away from him without opening her eyes. 

"Let me go, please..."

Ada'an frowned as he looked at her. Her hands had eased away from his shoulders, her head down and her voice pitched low. Somehow, she had managed to distance herself from him despite the fact that his hand was could still feel the slight spasms pulsing through her core. And he did not like that. Especially when he could still smell her, and his body was still hard with wanting to plunge into her, to thrust his tongue into her even as he possessed her totally.

"... Please! I'll listen to you, but just let me move away a little..."

Sarah sighed as she felt Ada'an's hand move away from her, felt the distance as he stepped away just enough so she could button up her jeans before she ran a shaking hand through her hair, shaking the remaining strands loose as she leaned back against the door. She could feel his gaze on her but shame, a vague sense of disbelief and guilt mingling with the resonance of very powerful lust made her reluctant to look at him just yet. And jerked as she found her chin held by strong fingers and turned towards a countenance now grim, the molten eyes somber, that sensual mouth firmed, looking every inch the otherworldly prince.

"I don't take kindly to being ignored Mistress, especially by a woman who I felt shake in my arms!"

"I don't take kindly to being followed all over the city, regardless of how much a man, or whatever makes the earth shake for me." 

Sarah's voice was sharp as she jerked he head away from his fingers to walk past him to try and put some distance between them. She pushed the heavy mass of hair falling down her back coiling it at her nape, before collapsing onto the settee in the living room, looking up at him, back in control of whatever emotions were seething through her.

"... But you were saying?"

So this is how it would come to be. Ada'an felt a reluctant admiration for the woman's will but forced his expression into one of sober arrogance, settling on a seat opposite her to present his case.

"You knew who I was. Am I to assume you know why I am here as well?"

"You'd assume incorrectly. But I'd guess that it has something to do with your world."

The derisory accent of her voice had Ada'an bristling and his response was brisk.

"That world is a part of you as well!"

"I am mortal and having nothing of that world in me!" Sarah's voice was cold, her eyes hard as flint as she made her statement.

"You cannot deny that your parent was of the fae."

"Oh, can't I? I knew nothing of him and have nothing of him in me. My entire life has been my mother who spent her life and her death protecting me from the likes of him. All I know of the fae is their undependability, their cruelty and their fickle nature and I disown all this if it means I have to accept him."

Ada'an leapt to his feet, temper roiling through him as he heard this ordinary woman dismiss all that he was in one statement. It was that temper that had his fingers curling over her shoulders to pull her up from her seat and have her face him.

"Tell me then mortal, what is the color of my eyes? Tell me!"

Sarah felt her teeth rattle as he shook her, those clear, iridescent eyes gleaming in all their unworldly shine as they looked at her.

"S-s-silver... Grey... I don't know... They are bright, molten; almost colorless!"

She watched Ada'an's mouth twist in mockery, hearing it sharp and cold in his voice as he let go of her shoulders, holding her in place by the power of that gaze alone.

"You are as much a fae as you are mortal, my proud Mistress. Had you been as mortal as you claim, you would have seen me through the veil of the worlds that would have given me ordinary blue eyes to match my glamour. Only the fae or beings that possess fae-like powers can see the actual eyes of another fae. It is what helps them to identify each other in other worlds."

"... But...."

He held up one large hand, silencing whatever she was about to say, now every bit the emissary from another world on a task that must be completed. "Nonetheless, my purpose is not to discuss your mortal or fae existence. I have been obligated by the Council of Elders to bring you to them so your future can be determined."

Sarah felt her temper snap to meet his and her response was as imperious, as measured as his.

"Your obligations mean squat, Prince of the fae. My future will be determined by my own destiny, my own decisions and not the judgment of the very council that condemned my mother."

And found her wrist snared by a fine thread, shimmering against her skin, linked to the hand that Ada'an held out towards her. 

"I have just enough capability to bind you to ensure that my obligation is met. With this magic, you and I shall both be present at the Council when the summons is sent. And in that world, Sarah, it will serve you well to remember that Prince Ada'an is more powerful than his glamour of an ordinary man projects."

And he disappeared.

--ooooooooo—

It had been hours since all this happened. Sarah stood under the shower, feeling the hot water beat down on her, as she tried to rub away the glowing thread-like mark from her wrist, giving up on a breath as she only succeeded in rubbing her skin raw. She had spent the day since Ada'an had shimmered out of her apartment in a daze, following her normal routine, doing the vacuuming, and dealing with the wash, as well as handling some office tasks and importantly, throwing away the clothes she had been wearing when she had let Ada'an...

"Stop Sarah! Don't even go there." 

She groaned out loud as her body reacted to the remembered feel of his fingers rubbing her, touching her to completion. The scent and taste of him on her mouth, and she could still feel the mark of his fingers on her skin. She turned the shower off, slipping on a toweling robe and belting it around her waist, wrapping her hair up as well as she stepped into her bedroom. She had just left the lamps on, which meant her room was bathed in a warm hue, and let off an aura of comfort that Sarah was not really feeling as she crossed the room to sit in front of the dressing table. She glanced unseeingly in the mirror as she undid her turban style towel to finger comb her hair, till it lay in a soft, damp untangled fall to below her waist. She reached for a bottle of lotion, pouring out a little to massage into her face and over her throat. Her skin warmed, releasing the scent of the lotion as she worked it lower, loosening her robe as she worked in small circles. She kept her eyes open as she continued to work over her breasts, rubbing them, working her way to her nipples that were already hard, her breath hissing out of her as her fingers brushed the aroused tips. Her breathing grew shallow, and faster as her mind went to the way Ada'an's hands had felt against her skin, to the hot, sharp arousal followed by a swift rush, lending color to her cheeks that swept over her throat and giving her body a warm tinge.

As arousal brightened her eyes, her hands moved over her legs, massaging her calves and up over her thighs, her robe now lying open over her shoulders, her body gleaming in the soft lights of the lamps, the air growing heady with the perfume of her arousal and the lotion calling to the figure who had materialized by the bed watching Sarah's reflection.

The last thing Ada'an had expected to see was Sarah in this state when he shimmered into her room. He just wanted to talk to her again. His desire for her was still sharp, still edged and he guessed he could try and get things to a better keel before this relationship went further but seeing Sarah touching herself like so threw all his thoughts out of the window and focused his entire attention on the throbbing hardness of his loins. His gaze washed over the length of her, taking in the alabaster smoothness of her skin, watching with baited breath as Sarah's fingers moved over her thighs to brush just lightly over her mons eliciting a deep growl from him.

Sarah gasped at the sound but found her hand gripped over the warm place between her thighs by a prince who stood behind her now in an instant, watching her reflection. 

"Touch yourself, Sarah... Let me see you touch yourself as you were before..."

Sarah swallowed but found her gaze captured by an obsidian silver one even as his hand guided her fingers to that part of her that was already wet and throbbing slightly. She whimpered as her fingertips went past the outer folds to flesh, warm and soft, plush against her touch, her eyes refocusing on the mirror as Ada'an, wrenched off his own shirt, then moved the robe from her shoulders, and his hands slid around her to cup and knead her breasts.

"That's it! Put your finger inside you Sarah. Watch me touch you and let me watch you bring yourself to the point where you hunger for me as I am hungering for you."

Sarah could still hear a part of her brain trying to warn her of what she was doing, but her body was feeling too feverish to allow her to be rational. She brushed the indented tip of her clip with her knuckles, and pressed her finger deeper, her moans getting longer and louder as she felt herself start the climb. The sight of Ada'an settling behind her, gathering and brushing the length of her hair over his own shoulder so that she saw his fair head bend over her shoulder an instant before she felt the warmth of his mouth and tongue taste her was highly erotic. Her body jerked as she felt his hands pinch her nipples, and caressing her breasts even as his mouth alternately sucked and bit on the vulnerable joint of her neck and shoulder, her left hand rubbing her little bud faster, even as her right reached up into his hair, the gleam of the bond on her wrist making her freeze against Ada'an in sudden rejection.

"No! I won't do this! I won't let you do this." 

Sarah's voice trembled with equal measures temper and fear as she tried to push away, finding herself suddenly lifted up into his arms, as Ada'an's mouth settled into a grim line, temper hardening his body as he carried her over to the bed, dropping her onto it before following her down, trapping her beneath his heavier weight.

"You little cock tease! Do you think to play with me? Arousing the lust of a fae is not a sport!!"

Temper made his voice harsh, and his kiss brutal as one hand manacled her wrists over her head, the other holding her mouth immobile for his assault. Sarah twisted her body trying to buck him off, whimpering as she felt his teeth bite down into her lower lip hard, his thighs pushing apart her legs so that he lay between them,, hard and heavy against the core of her.

Ada'an lifted his head to look down at Sarah, noticing the flushed face and the swollen lips even as he noticed the feverish glint of arousal warring with pride in her eyes. He moved his hand to lift her knee against his hips even as he rocked against her and smiled as her body automatically arched against him.

Sarah was helpless to do anything but respond to his touch even as she watched a purely male smile curve the fae's mouth. She felt his hand come up and trace over her jaw, the curve of her mouth before pushing first one finger and then another in past the ridge of her teeth brushing against the roughness of her tongue. 

"Suck my fingers, Sarah. Hard! That's it! Feel them push into you, as you want my cock to push into your pussy..."

Sarah groaned around her mouth, rocking against his cock, making him thrust his fingers harder into her mouth, even as he started to wrench his body free of his jeans without losing contact with hers.

It was his turn to groan as he felt the wet heat of her against his cock and just rubbed his hardness against her cup of her hips feeling her arch towards him, her breasts rubbing against his chest. 

"Now, Sarah... Now!!"

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, gripping her lower lip gently to nip at with his mouth, before allowing his fingers to curve around her throat even he pressed her knees further back leaving her open and vulnerable to him.

Sarah felt him draw back and then felt his hardness nudging her, feeling her dampness ease his way into her, gasping as the head went through. And screamed as she felt the rest of his length plunge into her even as she arched pushing him into her tight depths to the hilt. She mewed as she felt his fingers pull her head back so he could look into her face, arching her back further to allow her to take more of him into her. And yet, even as her body protested at the force, a part of it exulted in the feeling of fullness that she was getting. 

Ada'an groaned as he felt the most delicious friction against his cock. He could feel the heat of her squeezing him like a glove as he pulled out slowly, leaving just the head inside rearing back to look at her; her face flushed, her teeth biting into her lower lip, her fingers curved into his chest and her eyes closed. Closed? No! He wanted them open; clear; knowing who was taking her, who her body was screaming for?

"Look at me! Dammit, open your eyes Sarah and look at me!"

Sarah's eyes opened, wild with the fire within her; the depths of her eyes gleaming gold against her skin as she tossed her head back further to look at him.

:"That's it, watch me take you Sarah!" 

He knew the triumph in his voice got through to her as her eyes flashed with warning and even as he tensed his body for the fight, he watched as her tempting, beautiful mouth curved. A smile, as female, as eternal as time, triumphant and mocking;

"Take me? But my dear Ada'an, it is my body that is taking you inside. It is I who take you!"

And arched, pushing her pelvis in and taking the length of him inside with a speed that had him gasping for control, shaken enough just hearing his name on her lips even as he felt her legs come up to warp around his waist. Ada'an was lost, looking into eyes as bright as his own, thrusting in and out of Sarah's hot body, feeling her grip him with each pass he made into her. 

Sarah was as lost to reality as he was, her only anchor the gleaming gaze fixed on her. She could feel his body slap against hers, smell the fragrance that only their union could have released; a mix of sweat, passion and the unique perfume of their own bodies. She could feel him rub against her clit every time he thrust into her, bringing both of them closer to that pinnacle where they could just let go and when it came, she could feel him jerk against her and his cock pulse as she felt streams of warm come release into the heart of her.

"Mine, Prince of the Fae... You're mine!"

The whisper brushed his conscience and hers as Ada'an let his body rest against hers, his forehead touching her shoulder, almost in supplication, his hand loosening its grip on her hair allowing her to rest back against the sheets, now damp and smelling of their shared passion...



Between Fae and Foe Ch. 04



Contradictions! The air, the room and the people in its warmth were surrounded by them.

The room was quiet; the stillness belying the chaos that had been wrought by its inhabitants during the night. The sun struggled to peek through the early morning fog, the chill wrapping around the figure that except for a slight tightening of her arms crossed over her chest stood still and silent by the window. 

"How am I supposed to deal with this? I can't let this take me this way. How can something that is not even human, tempt me away from all that I am, all that I have, all that I know and learn with just a look? How can this passion flare like this and leave me helpless to do anything about it knowing it will burn me?"

The fae watching her from the bed where he leaned against the headboard, could sense the direction of her thoughts, not because he could see the way her golden eyes flashed with annoyance, panic, a little fear, although he knew exactly how her eyes looked even though he could see just her profile and therein lay the crux of why he was so quiet while his thoughts teemed. A frown marred his brow as he wondered what it was about this woman that was making him hesitate, wonder and yet produce such lust within him, that he could not resist.

His eyes roamed over her, wrapped up in the robe from the night before, the body he had caressed every inch of; the silken soft skin that had heated under his touch, that stunning hair that had wrapped around him, brushing his skin... that hidden cove that had taken him in, sheltered him and surrounded him with a sense of completion that he had never felt... and shook himself as he felt his body harden again.

"What is the point behind the Council wishing to see me, after all this time?"

She had gone cold again. The voice although low, had none of the heat, gave no inkling of the passion he had seen, as she had arched above him, taking him in to her. He really had to get her to stop doing that. And self derision sharpened the timbre of his voice, making her back stiffen as he told her;

"You belong to them!"

And had her turning to him, the eyes flashing flames for an instant before she controlled them staying on him as he slipped off the bed, and reached for his clothes.

"Considering that my mother chose to walk back through the veil, consciously ending her alliance with the fae and the other worlds and successfully concealed me, her choice governs my destiny."

"Been recalling lessons, have we?" 

Sarah bristled at the amused mockery that she heard in the voice but struggled to remain calm and quiet. Her emotions fuelled his for some reason, and she needed to keep control if she was to get a reasonable grip on what needed to be done.

Ada'an was surprised when Sarah remained quiet in the face of his barb, but walked over to stand opposite her, tilting his head to watch her as he replied.

"The concealment was successful but it does not mean that the Fae were unaware of you or your mother. There were seers still who knew exactly the magic that was woven. Not all were willing to disclose all the details but we have known you existed. Your mother was powerful, revered and even in some of the fae, respected for what she did... Yes, Sarah the fae has gender issues as well..." Shaking his head not just at the eyebrow she raised at him but also the urge that came over him to lean over to brush his mouth over hers just where it curved for a moment.

"But to return to leaving you alone, your father... he is that Mistress and shaking your head and stiffening your spine will not change it, argued that to restore some civility between the divisions of the seers and the other worlds, we accord your mother that room. After all, what was important was that the veil remained intact; the Council rule restored and for the moment, any consequences that could arise were also prevented in part because of your mother's steps. The concession however was conditional. If at any time, the council felt that the veil was at risk, your mother and you would be summoned to answer."

Sarah's eyes focused on his were puzzled and her question reflected it.

"But I know nothing of the magic or the veil beyond that which my mother told me."

Ada'an's voice was quiet as well.

"There must be something you know, something that links you to the fae or I would never have been sent for you."

Sarah whirled away from the window, her movements showing the impatience she felt, her hands clenching in her hair for an instant, her eyes shut tight as the memories of her mother's death rushed through her; and drew in a calming breath as she felt his arms wrap around her, leaning against her, his hair brushing her face, his lips touching her temple lending her support. Support that she knew she could not begin to rely on.

"Don't Ada'an!"

Ada'an flinched at the plea he heard in her voice, but knew he needed to do this if they, (since when were they going to face the council?) were to have any chance to know what all this meant. There was something that the fae feared, from this seer and her child and would do what they needed to protect themselves from it. 

"Talk to me Sarah, please."

"You?" It was the low timbre of her voice, an inflection that he could not predict that had his arms dropping from around her; waiting as she turned to look at him to see what her eyes were saying.

"Do you even know who you are in my life that you ask me to talk to you, Ada'an, Prince of the Fae? I am sure that you, secure in all your high and mighty power, have no idea of the disruption even the sound of your name has caused in my life?"

Ada'an could only see the swirl of emotions that burned within her eyes. Anguish, anger, passion and behind it all, sadness that went beyond what was happening now. 

"I don't understand..."

"Oh, I know that... I know that because it is one of the last things my mother ever said to me."

"Damn it Sarah! For all my power, I do not have vision. That is why we have seers. I cannot tell you what your mother has told you that made you aware of me, before I was of you."

"I didn't even know of the fae till I was 18, when my mother told me the truth on her death bed." and gasped as she felt the thread on her wrist heat and glow against her skin, turning to call to Ada'an. 

"Ada'an..." Her call died in her throat as she watched the thread extend from her wrist, reaching for the fingertips that reached towards her. She stared mesmerized by the spectacle in front of her. Shimmering gold dust outlined Ada'an, obscuring him from view, his head arching back as he felt the power course through him, surging from his hand into her pulling her into the glowing cloudburst that spun, aware in an instant of being trapped in a vortex, conscious only of Ada'an's hand now holding onto her wrist. 

--ooooooooo—

"Welcome Ada'an! You have done well."

Ada'an lifted his gaze to find himself in the centre of the Council room. The full session had been convened, he noted. The eight council members sat on a high pedestal in a semi circle, all of them sculpted in perfection, the most powerful of those who governed the worlds beyond the ordinary, working to balance all the forces in harmony. The bar at the left seated the seers; both human and other folk while at the right sat the advisors to the worlds, powerful fae and magic folk in their own right, the one seat remaining empty belonging to him.

He stood straight brushing off the dust that lingered over him, noting with some amusement that Ah'veel, the Council Principal had changed his mortal garb into the finery more suited to his stature; including the restoration of the torque around his neck that was a symbol of his office, but where was Sarah? He looked down to his hand to see the bind missing which meant she was here but he couldn't see her. 

"My lords!" his proper bow and tone belying his impatience. 

"Take your seat, Prince so the Council may begin and before you shimmer with impatience, your task is safe."

Ada'an knew his eyes flashed as he looked up at the fae who was reputed to be as old as time, ages beyond his few thousand, fair skinned and fragile looking but one need only look into eyes that gleamed a peridot blue to realize her power.

"She is more than a task, Mistress Ah'veel. She is part of the fae."

"That is what this council will decide, Prince. I ask you again to sit."

Ada'an sat, his body tense, humming with the full strength of the powers that had been restored to him, waiting as the air above the centre where he had been standing shimmered to reveal Sarah; all thoughts rushing out of his head as he felt his mouth drop open.

Sarah could feel his gaze on her, but something told her not to look his way. Maybe it the sheer confection of red and gold that hugged her body from her shoulders to her waist flaring gently over her hips and gliding over the length of her legs to her feet. There was just enough thread to hint at the creamy skin beneath the fabric unhindered by anything else. She chose to focus on the council before her, noting Ah'veel's authority at the head of the council, skimming over the others till her eyes locked on the gaze exactly like her own. 

She stiffened unconsciously as she looked at the fae who had sired her. She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the finery of his garb, and the ever lasting youthful beauty of his face, framed by thick, tawny waves contrasting with the gold circlet on his forehead; thinking rather dispassionately that his appearance probably was not much different from when he had met her mother. But it was the sound of a gavel striking that had her turning back to the fae who looked at her with her blue eyes aglow.

"Sarah, Daughter of Mo'ho'gra, Domé of the Council of the Fae and Serena, Seer of the Ceva, you have been summoned before the Council of the Fae. Do you comprehend what you see?"

"If by that you mean, if I see you as you are, recognize the fae from the mortals, yes I do."

The barely veiled insolence in the voice coupled with the unholy gleam in her eyes had the audience draw in a collective breath, and Ada'an's mouth curve. He wondered just how many people had managed to skate so close to the edge, showing the council this barely concealed mockery while projecting every semblance of respect.

Ah'veel, drew herself straighter as she looked at the half-mortal, nay half-fae before her, whose eyes gleamed as bright as the gold around her neck noting the pride in her stance and her voice as she answered her.

"You have been summoned to respond to worries in our world of the veil of secrets that protects us is at risk. There have been indications from Seers an age ago that your destiny is somehow linked with that of our world. Your mother, a powerful seer in her own right, it is believed was aware of what that link is. We have reason to believe that in the mortal tradition of passing on, she must have given you knowledge as to what that link was."

"Surely secrets between a mother and daughter should remain that way; and I believe your council is still served by seers powerful enough to reveal that which you seek."

The Council drew in a collective gasp, even as the Pavilion seating the seers erupted with whispers and nods. Ah'veel noticing the amusement and the impatience on the features of some of the attendants, rose herself to float above the dias.

"Preserve your human insolence and pride Mistress. You do not know of the consequences."

"Then, enlighten me. Even in this council, I have the right to choose to answer or not."

"Very well! For years, the seers have followed a tradition whereby prophecies are gathered in secret, and stored from family to family. Only when the fae receive signals that a prophecy is to bear fruit do we actually intervene. In your case, you are the last in line from your mother's side and must be the bearer of the prophecy our times indicate."

"Prophecy?"

Ada'an found his hands gripping the sides of his chair as he watched Sarah go pale much as she had the day before, her voice shaking just slightly, her eyes go wide as she repeated the word.

"Yes, a prophecy Sarah; the one your mother dreamed of when we were together. She could not have revealed it to me then under her oath and later circumstances ensured she would not have told me later."

Hearing Mo'ho'gra speak had her eyes lifting to look at him. His voice, as though coming from a depth held authority and pride was also pitched low as if unsure of whether he should be speaking.

"But the consequences of the prophecy coming to be as we see them are terrifying."

Sarah blinked as he waved his hand, sending a shower of dust before her, revealing a surface clear as a lake, rippling, widening to show nature wreaking havoc on worlds in parallel times. The sky changing color and the suns were dimming in their movement; suffering, death, hunger and chaos reigning supreme as mortals and fae alike watched lives come raining around them in disaster.

Sarah closed her eyes against the bile that rose up in her throat, drawing deep breaths to fortify herself as the portal closed. 

"You really don't have a choice... And the revelation in part is your destiny."

The softer tone had Sarah looking at Ah'veel, then turning to Ada'an; her gaze traveling over the long hair, the features tight and those remarkable eyes focused with a single, forceful intensity on her. She looked down at his hands fisted on the arms of the chair, before bringing her gaze back to his and then turning away with one sharp, indrawn breath.

"So be it, although I do not know how you will decipher it. On my mother's deathbed, the only thing referring to a prophecy passed on in the family concerns me and one of the fae."

She carried on conscious of the attention of each and every being on her. "The prophecy goes:

'Beware he who walks between the times with eyes of winter and hair of the sun;

He brings the seer's blood a destiny unheard; a choice for eternity, damnation and bliss!

Mark the choice in time for fae mortal alike changing the course of the world

For when it comes down it will be death or life, hers and his!'

Silence greeted her words before the cacophony of voices raised around her. And in the ensuing din, Sarah was aware only of turning to look at Ada'an, as he slowly stood from his seat, shock in his every feature, his eyes blazing as he stared at her as though trying to look through her. She could feel herself tremble, and heard the sudden call for silence by Ah'veel, and felt herself sink to the floor of the Council even as the silence fell.

--oooooooooooooo—

*Thank you all those who are taking the time out to read and comment this, my first attempt. Your comment and criticism are all the encouragement I need to keep writing. Please do vote and let me know how you think the story is progressing. Jaded* 



Between Fae and Foe Ch. 05



"... Thank you! We'll be in touch!"

Sarah watched the applicant get up, a cold but amused smile curving her mouth an instant as he fumbled with the folder in his hands, before extending it to shake hers and the rest of the panels and exiting.

"That was colder than usual, Sarah."

"But necessary. He is a potential recruit for an organization that will be far more rigid in its approach than I have been. If he wets himself here, he will not be a good bet to forward. But if you're questioning my methods?"

Sarah inclined her head at the panel member before her, leaving her statement to trail off as he shook his head and took his leave of her, closing the door behind him with a distinct click.

Sarah felt the façade drop as she spun away from the desk to look at the creeping twilight through the window. She was going crazy. It had been a week, long seven days in which she had counted the one hundred and sixty eight hours in eighty six thousand, four hundred minutes since she had found herself, alone, on the floor of her living room, in her own robes, the silver skein on her wrist, now cold but still very visible. She rubbed it now, almost absently knowing that it was all that she had to prove to herself that she had been in the land of the fae for a time; not just the land but before the council where she had recounted the prophecy her mother had revealed to her. And had seen the awareness in the eyes of the fae and taken in also, that the prophecy concerned herself and Ada'an.

She let her breath out on a sigh knowing it wasn't just the revelation or the circumstances that were bothering her but also that she did not know what would happen now especially with that infernal, infuriating Prince who had become her lover, succeeding in drawing her out in a way that she had only seen in her dreams. The disturbing dreams had stopped too, and Sarah was alarmed to think she missed the eroticism of her charged visions. But she snapped back at the crackle of the intercom as the call came through for the next meeting.

"Sarah..., the meeting is about to start."

-- oooooooo --

It had been a long day, again and Sarah knew she looked exhausted. She was burning the candle at both ends but somehow, she couldn't sleep and seemed to have this constant urge to keep busy, almost afraid to know what would happen if she had time on her hands. And Di, still wasn't back. For all her flightiness, Sarah knew she could talk to Di, even if Di recommended going to a shrink.

But for now, she just wanted a bath, warm enough to sink and sleep into and it was these thoughts that led her through her apartment, dropping her jacket and scarf and pulling the pins from her hair to allow it fall from her tight scalp. Her shoes followed and then her trousers, passing through her bedroom in darkness dressed just in a lace and froth concoction that just as soon may not be there. She walked into the bathroom, switching on lights, almost grinning at the opulence there at odds with the minimalist approach in the rest of the apartment.

It was large, since she had converted the second bedroom into her own personal fantasy. The large sunken tub had a Jacuzzi and was its own personal world, illuminated by lights placed behind glass in little alcoves in the wall. A large mirror beyond the tub, added to the size of the bathroom, with a large marble counter with the sink placed at an angle before it. 

Sarah felt the temperature of the water, slipping off the rest of her clothes before piling up her hair on of her head, loose enough so that a few strands slipped loose, turning off the larger lights before sinking into the froth of pale pink bubbles and the lightly churning water.

Even as she felt the water soothe her body, her eyes closed her head laying back, her mind wandering, and in that state susceptible enough to allow her fantasy prince an access she would never have admitted to. She could almost feel his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulders dotted with froth here and there, over the vulnerable curve of her neck to the sweet hollow between her collar bones. She could feel his breath deepen as his hand would move lower, beneath the bubbles, curving around her breast, each touch gentle, almost reverential so as not to shake her fantasy and her mouth softened and curved into a smile...

"I'm glad to see the thought of my touch at least makes you smile my Mistress!"

And the voice, the soft amusement seemed so much a part of her imagination that it took an instant for her mind to recognize that her skin was heating, not from an imagined touch, but a very real finger that caressed her and her eyes flew open, almost sitting up, before the hand forestalled her.

Ada'an had no chance of stopping the grin that stretched his wide sensual mouth and added to the gleam to his eyes that were already molten as he looked at the color that now climbed over her cheeks.

"It also adds to my pleasure that you missed me..."

Sarah's eyes narrowed, as she curved away from his hand, watching the smile widen as he sat back on the steps leading to the tub in all his princely glory, even the torque around his neck suiting the otherwise very human garb of form fitting jeans and a similar shirt with the sleeves rolled up. 

"What are you doing here, Again? I thought your task was done?" Sarah's inner self actually went through the notion of slapping a hand over her mouth, not at the words, but at the faintly accusing undertone that they carried.

"I knew you missed me!" He grinned again at the hiss of breath that was expelled but wiped all vestige of amusement from his face as he continued.

"My task is over which is why I have been restored. However, even you must have understood that I would have come to see you after the prophecy was revealed. A prophecy, I might remind you that links you and me with the destiny of both our worlds."

"It was just a vision, not an indication of what has to come to be!"

"It already has come to be, my reluctant Mistress. It came to be the instant Ah'veel in her judgment 'punished' me by coming to look for you. It came to be in the tumult of your passion that I felt pulse around me, a rhythm, and a reason that found a home within me."

Ada'an could see the shock in Sarah's eyes even as he heard the words himself. A part of him was shocked at the revelation too but it was a part that drowned in the heat that coiled within him as he watched Sarah begin to rise from the water, allowing him a glimpse of skin gone rosy with the warmth of the water, and breasts gleaming under the glow of the lights before she sank back down, her eyes flashing with a little embarrassment and a little chagrin at the belated realization of her circumstances.

"Come now my Mistress, why so bashful? Do I need to remind you of just how deep that link between you and me goes?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Sarah could have bitten her tongue of as she watched all amusement vanish from that handsome face, overtaken now by an expression of due arrogance and sheer maleness made all the more threatening by an aura that now began to surround him.

"I had asked you to pay heed my impetuous lover, that once the council has met you will be facing a fae with all his powers restored. Would you like to see what that means?"

She could only stare as a long finger lifted, and she felt the thread on her wrist burn as her arms were lifted out of the water and brought to rest against the edge of the tub, the bind gleaming as she tried to move it, only to find that...

"Your arms will only move now when I will them to be around me, my Sarah."

"You can't do this!" 

Sarah felt her insides quake as that sensual mouth curved, feeling a warmth sink to the pt of her stomach as the large hand ran over his own body, leaving him naked save for the gleam of metal against the tanned column of his throat. 

"Have mercy!"

The thought came unbidden into her head as she took in the sheer size of him; the long length of his legs, leading to narrow hips, skimming over that part of him that now stood long and proud against him, over the muscled stomach, finding nothing lacking in the width and strength of his chest and shoulders over that stunningly beautiful face where he waited with a raised eyebrow to catch her gaze with his.

He had moved while she looked at him, and her breath eased out of her in a tremble as he stepped into the water with her. Even with the depth of the tub, the water barely came up to his thighs and standing as he was, she was on eye level with his jutting hardness. Feeling it inside her had not in anyway prepared her to see it quite this close and she only ended up closing her eyes tight. Ada'an laughed out loud, the rumble jarring her sensitive nerves as she felt him fiddle with the switch beside her to add some more hot water to the now tepid tub, before sinking beside her.

The laughter was gone now for Ada'an. This close, he could see the fine web of veins through the fine skin on Sarah's throat and over her shoulders. He could see every breath she took with the movement of her breasts, smooth with their dusky pink aureole just below the dwindling bubbles on the surface. He extended a finger tip and just brushed the susceptible curve before him, smiling as she shivered but kept her eyes closed as he moved just that tip over her throat stopping at her chin, before tracing just her profile from her forehead to the soft plush curve of her mouth. 

"Take me in please Sarah."

It was the please that had her eyes turning to him, locking on to that gaze that had her in thrall since childhood, feeling the blunt edge of his nail rake over her lower lip, her mouth opening just enough to take the tip in to the moist warmth. Ada'an's eyes grew stormy at the feel of her mouth, hot and wet around his finger, feeling himself swell even more against her thigh, knowing she felt it in the widening of her gaze and the slight hitch in her throat that had him pressing his finger in just a little deeper. He pulled it out tracing a trail over the other shoulder and moving till he was now in front of her, gratified that she moved her thighs to make room for him between them, reaching for the loofah that was just beyond Sarah's arm enjoying the little gasp that came from her as he gently dragged the loofah back over her arm, and her chest sitting back to sink it into the water.

"Ada'an..."

"Shhh my lover... I don't want to spell you into silence because I want to hear the sound of your passion, those little draws on air as your body takes me in; the desperate whimpers as I push you closer to that peak of pleasure and the sigh as you sink beyond it into the abyss."

The feel of his lips brushing her forehead and then sliding in soft butterfly kisses over her eyebrows, her eyes, her temple made her insides quaver with need, with vulnerability feeling the brush of his eyelashes and then his hair, against the curve of her cheek as he followed it to the corner of her mouth, his tongue flicking out for a taste, feeling the vibration as he laughed when he felt her turn her face into his caress when he moved to the other cheek. 

But then had the pleasure of hearing him gasp as her mouth caught his, nipping at his lips in a way that had him crushing her lips with his, their tongues mingling, tasting, past teeth and into dark caverns of smooth silk, his chest coming to rest against hers as her back arched in the bonds. She felt the roughness of the loofah against her stomach as his hand came between their bodies, feeling the other nudge her chin up higher to purge her mouth further deeper.

"Not this way! Not this time!"

She whimpered as he wrenched his mouth away from hers, breathing heavily as he took in her disheveled appearance, her lips swollen and deep red from his kisses, her breathing deep enough to for the tips of her rosy nipples to brush the surface of the water. He could feel the clenching in her stomach as he pressed the loofah against her and closed his eyes to calm himself.

"Ada'an, please... Let me touch you!"

The voice inside his head had his eyes shooting open to look at a gaze now bright as his own, looking straight at him, through him to centre on that desire that wanted those hands and that mouth on her. He watched the bonds on her wrist glow as they felt the surge within her rocking back in the water, his eyes still on hers and watched that wicked mouth smile, the tip of her tongue sneaking out to just outline the full curve as she realized that her thought had projected itself somehow to his mind.

"Don't you know my Prince, how I've dreamed of you? "

Ada'an shook his head to try and break the spell but the web her sensuality, the arousal in her husky voice was spinning around him too tempting and too close to his real needs for him to look away and he could only groan as Sarah's voice continued to paint her dreams around him.

"The first time I saw you take me was when I turned eighteen Ada'an. I saw you come to me in the cove beyond the beach we lived. I emerged from a swim, just like this, naked and my skin feeling each element of the sand, the air, the water on my skin and you rose from the sand where you had watched me. You waited for me to come to you and I did, unable to look away from your glorious silver eyes. Do you know they bewitch me Ada'an? They make me melt down in my core, and I feel heat and lust and something deeper that hurts me when I breathe. 

Let me touch you as I did then, Ada'an. You drew me into a kiss wrapping my hair around your fist to hold me close, your other arm pulling me so close, as you kept your mouth on mine, bending your knees so that your hard shaft was between my thighs and you had groaned Ada'an; yes, just like that, deep and heartfelt when you had felt how wet and ready I was for you, but I wanted more. 

And you, being you knew that. You gave yourself to me as much as you took who I was, Prince of the Fae. You let me step away and learn the length and breadth of you, with my hands, standing still as I traced you with my hands, over your chest, your stomach, even brushing there where you were hard, and aching to fill me. Oh, how I longed for you to fill me. Even then, I knew how you would feel, every smooth curve and every ridge, every movement that stiffened you further but I wanted to know you more.

Until I stood behind you, and traced my fingers over the symbol of your fae, that small silver inscribed figure of the scepter just between your back that let me know you're something beyond me and I leaned forward with my tongue and tasted it. I felt you stiffen but you allowed me to taste my way down till I kneeled and licked over that vulnerable place between your ass cheeks and you turned around and raised my chin with your fingers, and I took in the fury in your gaze and took it within me when I opened my mouth to take your whole length in.

I can recall every sensation of your taste; salty and essentially male and something more that was just you. I remember every rumble of breath you released as you called to the gods, clenching your fingers at your side before plunging them into my hair but gentling as you taught me to give you pleasure. I remember the soft vulnerability of your balls, their skin so fragile against the steely hardness of your cock in my hand and then in my mouth, so deep I could feel you in my throat."

Ada'an knew he was no longer in control. It was as if he was there and he could see Sarah, as she had been on that day years ago, walking from the water on that grey beach to him, to the point where she kneeled before him, her long hair brushing her thighs as she took him in her mouth. He could only sit, watch and listen entranced as much in her power as she was bound by him as he watched the gently rocking movements of her hips in the water, her eyes still on him, that lovely mouth still curved.

"And then I felt your hands tighten in my hair trying to pull me up but I sunk my mouth on you, rubbing the engorged vein on the delicate under skin and felt you groan out a curse or a prayer as I felt your come, salty, a little bitter, still very much you in my throat and I continued to suckle you, licking the sensitive tip even though you remained semi-stiff in my mouth before releasing you, waiting to see what you would do.

Do you know what you did, Ada'an? I know you can see it Ada'an. Tell me. I want to hear you tell me as you can see it now. I know you couldn't before but you can see me now, can't you, as I was. Give me those words, Ada'an, Prince of the Fae."

"I took you! I fucked you there on the beach. You, the tempting little witch you were with your long hair and your reckless eyes. I pulled your head back, sinking into that luscious mouth tasting myself on you, pushing you back on to the beach, the sand rough against your skin and you enjoyed it. Gloried in the texture and gloried in my loss of control as my arm under you arched you to my mouth so I could suck and bite these glorious nipples, like this."

Ada'an heard the sound of Sarah's laughter around him as his arm lifted Sarah out of the water, mouthing her nipples, using his teeth to nip and bruise the skin before suckling once more. He wanted more and it was that churning lust along with the picture in his head that had his fingers following the image to slide his fingers over the soft skin of her stomach, lower to where her depths were hot, moist, the petals parting to allow his fingers entrance. It was his turn to laugh now as Sarah twisted against the ties, allowing her to sink a little so his fingers could delve deeper into that tight pussy, curving against that spot that brought her to near mindlessness, her neck arching back so that those long strands of her hair streamed like a dark river behind her head. 

"I fucked you Sarah, like this!" Ada'an heard his yell meld with her scream as he sank into her to the hilt, his fingers now rubbing against her clit. He could now see both images side by side as he thrust frantically into Sarah, watching her hands clench on the sides of the tub, as she gasped with each push of him into the very core of her, and the other image of himself thrusting into her twisting, hot body on the beach, his fingers clenching below her on her ass, to push her against him. More was all Ada'an could think and it was this that had him leaning forward till his weight was against Sarah, pulling her body up against his, her head and arms still thrown back against the edge, hearing the whimper, nipping at her throat as he pushed deeper into her than he had before; a hand curving below her neck to support it, while the other crept below the water to curve around her ass. He knew Sarah registered the movement by the slight stiffening of her against him but he was too frantic to allow it to stop and plunge into her again, hitting her clit again to toss her back into the maelstrom, while allowing his finger to play around the puckered opening of her ass, keeping his eyes on the golden stare that now focused on his as he continued to play her, watching those eyes narrow.

"Playing Ada'an? Scared?"

Sarah's taunt dissolved into a moan as Ada'an's gaze hardened, his finger plunging almost too fast into her tiny asshole, pushing her against his cock as he changed his movements into rapid jabbing thrusts into her and heard him groan as she came hard against him, her inner muscles squeezing, throbbing against him making him spill into her into a rush that had her rocking against him to keep him within her as the pulse of her body met his.

"Sarah..."

"Ada'an..."

The softly whispered names were like the balm on emotions roughly scraped; both pairs of eyes now calm but still aglow with a feeling that had their lips touching in the most gentle of salutes yet. Ada'an rubbed his fingertip over the binds on her arms, gratified when those arms of their own accord crept around his shoulders, her head lifting to rest against his chest, sighs coming from both of them as her body clenched around his again.




Between Fae and Foe Ch. 05



He bent his head to kiss her shoulder, reaching behind her to drain the water and stood with her legs still around his waist, still inside her, turning on the shower taking the force of the water till it warmed. Sarah lifted her head as the water coursed over his shoulder onto her hair, looking up into his face, lifting a hand to brush away his hair from his forehead, looking down almost instantly as she caught the bemused expression in his eyes, only to have her chin caught and her mouth lifted for a soft kiss as he lowered her legs, chuckling softly as her legs gave way, supporting her with his arms.

There was silence between them, and long slow looks that kept turning away only to return, as the water sluiced over them, the remnants the suds from the bath washed away. As Ada'an turned away to turn the shower off, he felt the warm softness of a towel touch his shoulder and stayed that way as he felt the gentleness of the touch move over his back, his buttocks and legs, turning to see Sarah looking up at him, amusement lightening her expression, a towel wrapped turban style around her hair, a white toweling robe already wrapped around her.

The sight of that smile had his mouth curving in response, bending to lift her into his arms as she kneeled, and catching her mouth with his, as he stepped out of the tub, leaving the stray towel there carrying her in the dim glow to the bedroom, to place her on knees on the bed. 

Sarah felt everything inside her melt as she looked at this being before her, belonging without a doubt to another world and who without any doubt somehow was linked to her. She took in the soberness of his expression, so at odds with the sensual smile that curved his mouth as his hands moved to pull the coverlet away from the bed, reaching for her to press his lips against her, curving her against him to push the robe away from her shoulders, his hands moving taking it away lower and further till he could reach around her and throw it off the bed. She trembled as his hands unwound the towel around her hair, leaving the strands to trail over her breasts and her back, still damp enough to ensure that her trembling wasn't just because of the eroticism of the moment.

Ada'an eased back, lifting a corner of the coverlet and easing beneath it, holding out a hand to Sarah as she perched elfin-like in the centre of the bed, contentment finding his immortal soul as she took it and settled beside him, her head coming to rest on his chest, her arm extending over his, a leg finding comfort between his.

"Ada'an..."

"Hush my Mistress. Let it lie for just this night. Morning will come soon enough for us to think and ponder and take it apart."

Sarah reached up to place a finger against the lips that spoke so softly, moving closer so her head cradled in the place between his neck and shoulder.

"I'm glad it came to be Ada'an, prophecy or not. Good night."

Ada'an stiffened for an instant, his arm clenching around her drawing her closer pulling the sheet that fell to her waist over to her shoulders and closed his eyes to the night breathing in the scent of her.

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Note: Thank you to all those who have read my story so far and commented on it. It is this that allows me to continue to make an effort to try and improve. Jaded



Between Fae and Foe Ch. 06



Sarah had never felt quite so at peace while sleeping. She had always been restless, prone to tossing and turning and stretching out at odd angles but she was feeling rested today. She was wrapped in a solid warm cocoon that molded itself to her movements, keeping her settled and secure through the night. She came awake slowly, her senses noticing the small things that were different, the perfume in the air, headier, muskier, warmer if it could be teasing her nostrils, the smooth expanse of skin against her back and the heavy arm wrapped around her waist letting her know that her lover was still here.

Lover? Sarah felt a smile curve her mouth at the realization that he was her lover. He had been her lover long before the reality of him ever made sense to her. And now with her body still feeling the lingering effects of his efforts, and with him assailing her senses first thing in the morning, it would hardly do to go off tangent because of it. She had always been pragmatic if nothing else.

She still had the smile on her face as she turned under his arm, feeling it wrench tight for just a moment before relaxing as his subconscious registered that she was still there. Sarah looked at him now, the strength of his features serene in sleep. His beauty had always mesmerized her. It had been part of his draw but Sarah knew that his nature, his arrogance, and hidden in all that the consideration that he had shown her whether in her dreams or over the last few days had made that draw stronger and all that harder to resist.

She leaned forward now, irresistibly pulled to place her mouth in a soft touch on his forehead, on the bridge of his nose; and lower to gently touch his upper and then his lower lip with her mouth. She pulled back for an instant to see if he stirred, but beyond the flickering motion of his dreams that she could see under the fine skin of his eyelids, he was still. Sarah found herself moving towards him again, tracing the soft curve of his mouth with just the tip of her tongue before shifting her mouth in the same gentle motion over his chin and the underside of his jaw.

Her hands moved of their own accord to press against his shoulder, pushing him so he rested on his back, slowly, moving with him so that her body now lay prone against his, his arm resting below hers while her leg tangled between his. She stilled for an instant, but hearing the regular sound of his breathing, lifted her head to kiss the centre of his chest, dragging her hand down to rub over his left nipple, while her tongue moved to gently lick his right. She felt some indication of his growing awareness, when he trembled in response to her moving lower down his body, the long strands of her hair trailing over his arm and his chest as she kissed over his stomach, moving the sheet out of the way.

She kissed her way lower over the smooth skin at the juncture of his thighs, as hairless as her own, and as sensitive to the touch as she felt the goose bumps rise over the area in the wake of her tongue. Sarah knew Ada'an was on the brink of consciousness as she registered the tension in his legs beneath her even as she moved so her hair brushed over the now standing length of his cock an instant before she lifted her mouth to it, and felt him jerk to wakefulness with the damp heat of her mouth on his tip. "Sarah..."

Her name was a groan on his lips, as Ada'an clenched his hands on the sheet, opening his eyes to look at the woman between his thighs. Storm clouds filled his eyes as he looked at the golden eyed witch looking up at him, her lips curving around the head of his cock, her body gleaming smooth and creamy against the depth of the blue-gray sheets around her. And alternately froze and then jerked as she moved her mouth slowly over his length, engulfing it bit by bit, taking it till he hit the back of her mouth.

His hands moved off their own violation to grab at the strands of her hair but stopped where they were at the touch of Sarah's fingers on them. Ada'an felt the heat emit from her fingertips through him, a little nervous about why his hands were no longer moving but forgot his train of thought as Sarah rolled her tongue around the head of his cock before sucking it into her mouth again, this time taking him deep enough that he could feel her nose against the skin of his pubes. He knew he should be a little concerned about the glowing strand on Sarah's wrist just as he should think about the charge that was going through his body as Sarah moved her hands to cup his balls.

Sarah could feel something surge into her, something liquid and potent, similar to what she had felt the night before when she had sensed she was in Ada'an's mind. She gulped greedily on his cock now, letting it go, before using her tongue to lick it from tip to base, before gliding over the balls in their soft sac, nipping at them with just her lips before sucking them into her mouth carefully, lifting her hand to wrap around the thick length stroking the fire both within him and herself.

Ada'an was as close as he could be to losing control and all he could think of was spilling inside this woman who was turning him inside out with the clever movements of her hand and that wicked, gorgeous mouth. 

"Gods be damned Sarah, I want you!"

"Shhhh...Not yet! I have a yearning to taste you Ada'an. Fill my mouth as you filled the deepest part of me with your come. I want to feel its warmth course through my mouth, over my taste buds and down into me."

Ada'an cursed as he felt the vibration of these words against his cock, his voice rising as he felt Sarah's mouth return to his cock in earnest now, plunging him deep again and again so that he felt the friction of each suction against the base and the head even as her fingers moved between the tender skin just between and behind his balls, pressing just there, another finger moving to the crevice between his butt cheeks as she rolled her tongue against him. 

"Noooooo! Oh Sprite! Sarah... " The cry was torn from him, mingling with the triumphant murmur from Sarah as he felt the dam on his control burst and felt himself throb and release his come in creamy jets into her mouth and down her throat. He could feel his balls and cock jerk as he filled her luscious mouth with his come, a moan escaping him as Sarah continued to suck him, gently now, her tongue teasing the sensitized opening at his tip. 

Sarah swallowed the streams of bittersweet come that he shot into her, feeling his body shake with the strength of his climax, smiling as she continued to hold him in her mouth, shifting so that she could work the finger on his ass between the cheeks to that little hole in between. Sarah released his semi hard cock from her mouth holding it in her other hand, sliding her lips and tongue over the vulnerable skin at the place where his hip joined his thighs, sucking a bit of the skin into her mouth before releasing it and felt rather gratified, Ada'an's cock grow in length and harden. 

"My mistress..."

"Hush my Prince..." 

Sarah couldn't help the laughter that slipped out at the warning rumble lifting her head to look at this powerful fae, now somehow, lying helpless in her power. The laughter accompanying the call made him harder and had him focus on Sarah as she straddled him, her body gloriously bare in the early morning. He could see now as well as feel the moisture seeping from the pink folds of her pussy as she moved her fingers to part those lower lips to show him that place where he so wanted to be.

"Here, Ada'an. I want you here; filling me, taking me, fucking me with your sweet cock."

Ada'an could only gulp in air as he watched Sarah lift her hips and settle on top of him so that his tip nudged against her opening. He stared mesmerized as she slowly sank down on top of him, her back arching, a sweet moan leaving her as she took all of him in. His molten eyes burned as he saw Sarah's gaze come to him, now as bright as his, as she started to move on top of him alternating her movements between sliding her pelvis against his rapidly and then slowly lifting backwards and forward so that he felt the pressure build at the base of his cock even as she followed the movement that would bring him to completion sooner.

"Oh God, Ada'an..."

Sarah arched feeling a similar pressure grow within her even as she felt his cock harden and grow within her, feeling the tension in his thighs and the stiffening of his stomach that he was close. He felt so good against her, his pelvis applying force to her clit even as she lifted over him and then sank back slowly but just a little harder on each turn. She watched his eyes go blind, feeling his come burst into her scalding hot as she sank down on him hard, rubbing her clit with her own fingers, forcing her pussy to squeeze around him, milking him. She whimpered as she moved faster, her hand between their bodies rubbing harder, even as she leaned back, her hair brushing his thighs as she pushed both herself and him to that edge before pushing them off.

Ada'an felt his eyes refocus on Sarah's body remained arched over his in that final paroxysm of pleasure feeling the tight muscles of her pussy squeeze him, smiling as her arms lifted stretching gloriously, his own hands lifting to her waist making her eyes lift to meet his. His smile melded into hers as he brought her face down to his to take her mouth in a kiss almost fierce in its intensity, leaving her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen when he let go.

"Well, that was an interesting way to wake up."

"I would be inclined to agree my Sarah and I will, once my head returns from orbit."

Sarah's laughter rang out again, as she threw her head back and slowly lifted her body from his, murmuring as her tender muscles protested. Ada'an stretched his arms behind over his head, his eyes on her as she slid off the bed to walk into the washroom, her hair effectively concealing her body till her thighs. As he lowered his arms, his rubbed one of his wrists frowning slightly as he remembered the sensation of not being able to move his arms. 

"That should not have happened. Why is it that I was unable to move my hands? And that surge from Sarah? Surely, it was more than the reaction of lust or even lust supported by an emotional bond? Like last night, how was it that Sarah projected into my mind like that?"

The frown was still between his eyes when Sarah walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped sarong style around her, and her hair coiled at her nape, as she came to stand in front of the vanity. 

"Why, the frown?" Sarah's voice was low now as if knowing that the fragile sense of well-being she felt was threatened.

"I'm not sure, my Mistress. Something disturbs me. Like what happened between you and me, when we were making love? The thoughts and voice you projected into my mind last night. Despite my power binds on you, it felt almost as if I were the one in chains, held helpless to do anything but what the images and thoughts from you were telling me."

He had pulled himself to the edge of the bed mindful of the gaze she fixed on him as she turned to look at him, her head cocked taking in the apparent puzzlement in his voice as he continued.

"And then today, all it took was a touch of your fingers against mine and I, the Prince of the Fae, one of the most powerful of my kind was unable to lift my hands. I have not felt as helpless as that in all my existence."

"I don't know what to say, Ada'an." Sarah's voice was quiet. "All I can say is that yesterday and today as I touched you, I felt something flow from you into me. I can't say what it was but it seemed to make me heady and greedy for more. It seemed to add to me. I don't even consciously recall doing what you felt. I don't think I even realized that something was happening."

Ada'an heard the truth in her voice and saw it in her face, a soft smile curving his hard mouth as he walked over to her, bending to kiss her forehead, hooking a finger under her chin to keep her face lifted to his.

"It's alright my little one. Maybe it is a consequence of the power of our mating; the fact that the physical and emotional bond is so strong. We'll find out."

"But if it binds you; that means you are more or less powerless or at least influenced by me."

"I admit I felt a little weak. But my power is not limited to my fingers Mistress although it matters a little." 

"Weak? Is it possible that somehow I draw on your power? Oh God! I'm a fae-vampire."

Ada'an knew he shouldn't but couldn't help the laughter that burst from him at the horror on Sarah's face.

"Oh come now! Surely not! Besides, you'd have to have the mark of the fae if you were a fae-vampire!"

Sarah felt her eyes go round.

"You mean they are real?"

"As real as myths and legends go in the land of the fae, there is a creature as such but no one in centuries has seen or heard of one now. But I doubt that creature could be you?

"Why?"

"Well, for one, if I were as enamored of it as I am of you, my Mistress, it could have all I am, if it would allow me to stay. And the other, you would bear a mark of the fae in some form."

"Damn it Ada'an! Even if this creature is a myth, the fact remains that something in us allows me to draw power from you. What if this power or consequence or bond is what the prophecy is about?"

He heard the fear in her voice, saw it in the cloudy gaze that touched him and at that moment there was nothing more important that allaying those fears 

"Surely that power binds just you and I. It cannot encompass the worlds as we saw."

"But..."

He silenced her by placing a finger on her mouth.

"Hush now. I shall see how the prophecy's interpretation is being revealed when next I return to fae. But for now..."

"For now...?" 

Ada'an couldn't help smiling as he watched the eyebrow rise in response to his trailed off remark.

"For now, my mistress, I shall help you dress and then you shall spend the day catering to my whims."

"My, my! Feeling manly, are we? And pray tell, my prince who will go to work in my stead?"

"Details, Details!"

And smothered the laughter that came from her with the heat of his mouth, his lips parting hers, his tongue rushing in to tangle with hers. He sucked at her lower lip, using his hands to pull her hips closer to his even as hers pushed into his hair. Will he ever get enough of her? He could feel his cock hardening again against her thigh, his tongue mimicking the age old dance in her mouth, pushing his hands between them to move the towel from between them, pushing it over her breasts and then sliding his hands over her back to pull it down and away. Sarah whimpered as the cool air touched her skin, his hands sliding over the bare skin of her smooth back and curving over her ass, as his lips kissed below her jaw.

Ada'an felt all the emotions from tenderness to raw, all consuming lust even as he tasted the skin of her shoulder, stilling as his eyes caught their reflection in the mirror. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the smooth alabaster skin curving over a smooth, delicious looking ass, over the vulnerable curve of her spine...

Sarah jerked from the sensual web that Ada'an touch was spinning around her as she felt him go stiff against her, his hands almost hardening against her skin, pressing into her as she tried to move back to look at his face.

"Ada'an..."

Ada'an heard the call but could not answer. His gaze was fixed on the silky skin behind Sarah's left shoulder. There, just above the point where his hand rested on her back was a scepter, different from his only in the soft gold hue that marked the creamy skin so clearly. 



Between Fae and Foe Ch. 07



Sarah could feel Ada'an stiffen against her, the rough heat of his palms marking her soft skin even as he held her. She felt the touch of his hand move upwards towards her shoulder, and shuddered as she felt heat surge through that spot on her shoulder where his fingers traced a pattern.

"Ada'an!" The shuddering gasp had Ada'an pulling back to look at Sarah's face and stare as he watched her golden eyes widen and gleam and her face flush as he touched the marking on her skin. He could feel the surge of that power move through him, pulling her to him, even as his fae sense warned him to move away. 

"Sarah... "The whisper swept over her senses, making her eyes lift to fix upon his and again he felt the magic begin to weave over him as it had every time he touched her. He needed to touch her, the warm creaminess of her skin and the satin heat within her...

"No!" The denial was loud and they both jerked apart as Ada'an moved his hand away from Sarah's back which was now burning. He watched, his fists clenched and his body tight as Sarah shuddered, her body bowing forward as in defeat before her head lifted, her eyes back to a more mortal gleam of gold, her skin covered with a fine film of sweat.

"What was that, Ada'an?"

His hands were not entirely steady as they came to rest on her shoulders, as he pulled the towel up around her trembling body and struggled to control his voice as he asked.

"My mistress! Have you ever got a tattoo?"

The frown rising in her eyes gave him his answer before she spoke and had his stomach sinking like a stone.

"No, Ada'an. Somehow needles never appealed to me. Why do you ask?"

"I... I don't know Sarah! But I think we need to return to the council and it will have to be sooner than I first anticipated."

"But, why did my skin burn like that Ada'an, when you touched me?"

"That is what we need to find out. Hold on to me."

Sarah froze as she felt her wrist grow warm again with the touch of his fingers, and closed her eyes as she felt the first feeling of spinning that she had got the first time, heralding her travel to Fae-dom.

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Sarah opened her eyes to behold a different chamber from the one she had seen last time. For one thing it was smaller, almost like a small meeting room with a low domed ceiling, sparkling like a night sky lit with stars, and a lower dais and arrangement of chairs around it. Her head turned to look at Ada'an still beside her, his fingers still around her wrist, his garb now similar to the one she had seen before, but then so was hers.

"You wished to see us, Prince Ada'an."

Ah'veel's voice had them both turning towards the head of the table, where two of the seats were now taken, one by Ah'veel and the other by Mo'ho'gra. Ada'an bowed his head in respect before stepping forward, pulling Sarah with him. 

"My lords! Have you deciphered the prophecy?"

"Why do you ask, Ada'an?"

"Because my lords, I fear I may have found some cause for the concern expressed in it."

Ada'an turned Sarah around, avoiding the rising confusion in her eyes so that the gleaming mark on her shoulder could now be seen by the two members of the council.

The sight of Mo'ho'gra and Ah'veel rising to their feet had Ada'an clenching his hands on Sarah's bare shoulders almost to preserve her from the horror that he knew was coming next.

"The mark of faemoré! She is one of them!"

"I am one of whom?" Sarah jerked away, anger and panic giving her the strength to pull away from Ada'an's hands to turn and face the two creatures that were now looking at her almost in fear.

"A faemoré, Mistress! The exact phenomenon you spoke to me about this morning."

"The fae-vampire?"

Ada'an's sigh was deep and heartfelt at the fear that he saw rise in Sarah's eyes.

"You have the mark, my mistress. It is in the shape of a golden scepter near your shoulder."

"But... But how can that be possible?"

"It is one of the reasons that unions between seers and those of the fae had been prohibited. Too many times had that union resulted in offspring that could unintentionally draw power from the fae, and too many times did that thirst turn deadly and selfish with intent. One of the few who could not be drawn were from the council but it was Ada'an who led the way, for he remained mostly unaffected by the faemoré"

Ah'veel's voice was surprisingly quiet as she made the statement. Mo'ho'gra had gone pale as well, but it was Ada'an to whom Sarah turned, seeing those silver eyes focused still on her shoulder as if he could see through her skin to the mark that was now shaping her destiny. 

Sarah felt her lips firm as she worked through the ramifications of what she had heard. She could draw powers from the fae, stronger still when she slept with them, to the extent that one of the most powerful of their kind who could in effect resist had been helpless before her when that is what she intended.

"Surely, you know of a way to rid me off it." It was Ah'veel now, captured in the brilliant golden gaze that lifted to her and almost seemed as if she could not look away. 

"The only way is containment."

"Impossible!"

"You cannot!"

Mo'ho'gra and Ada'an had denials erupting even as Ah'veel spoke but she raised a hand before them to silence them as she continued.

"It means imprisonment in fae dom. You will be contained within a bubble that your power will not be able to break. It also means isolation from any fae that you could possibly use until..."

"Until what?"

"The faemoré are like a parasite. If they do not get that which they crave, power, they do eventually get weaker. Once that strength is broken, the parasite itself can be killed by a number of magics. Since your mortal half also has strength, your human aspect will sustain and you can return to your life of mortality."

"Then, do it!"

"You cannot do this!!" Ada'an knew he shouted, and knew he shook Sarah hard as his hands gripped her arm; but felt himself still as Sarah's eyes lifted to his gleaming with heat, power and something else; felt the heat burn his palms and felt with surprise his hands moving away from her shoulders.

He stared now, still as Sarah turned to face Ah'veel and continued to watch in silence as Ah'veel raised a hand and whispered the words that made Sarah's body arch as she stood, encasing her in a clear, crystal orb that suspended on the chamber floor, sinking to the bottom of the globe.

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Ada'an stood at the end of the room where he had for the last three days his eyes trained untiringly on the clear sphere that held Sarah. In the last three days, she had now sunk to her knees; the golden eyes closed, refusing to lift even when he dared closer. He knew Ah'veel would be furious if she knew he was here, but how could he explain this draw, this need to be near this woman. The creature he knew was a part of it, but Ada'an could not disassociate from the woman he had loved in the mortal world.

Yet, suddenly he saw Sarah's head lift. Even from that distance he could see the shimmer behind her lids, and felt his breath catch as that gaze turned towards him. 

"Ada'an..."

He saw that beautiful mouth curve, watched the lips shape his name and felt his feet move forward, closer to Sarah's crystal prison. 

"Ada'an, won't you let me go?"

The weak sound of her voice almost brought Ada'an to his knees. Sarah's voice was low, husky, almost sounding as if heavy with sleep. He could see the exhaustion and the strain in the bright eyes that looked at him. 

"Soon, my mistress!"

"But Ada'an, look at me. I can't even lift my head Prince. I'm so tired..."

And he watched Sarah's proud head bow, and noticed the strain in her arms, as she lifted a hand to place against the curved surface of the confine. Ada'an felt his heart wrench, almost physically feeling the strain of the woman before him.

"My Sarah..."

The words torn from him had Sarah lift her eyes to look at him again. And this time, there was mockery in the gaze.

"Yours, Ada'an? By what virtue?"

"You are mine Sarah, mortal or fae or faemoré. You are MINE!"

He felt anger rise within him as he watched the eyes light with derision and watched that full, passionate mouth curve in amusement. 

"Poor little prince! Such tall claims and not much to stand them on!"

Ada'an felt the temper cloud his senses till all he could feel, all he could think was of some way to make it clear to Sarah once and for all, that she indeed did belong to him. And it was with this temper that his hands rose to touch the cool, curved surface of the sphere before him, his silver eyes going bright as the magic drew it apart enough that he could step into it with Sarah, his hands going into her hair, pulling her head back even as she stayed on her knees.

"All of you is what I claim, my mistress and there is no doubt whatsoever about that."

Sarah's eyes were narrowed, heat lancing through her at the narrowed gaze that was fixed upon her, the tall body hard and aroused before her as she said just two words...

"Prove it!"

The growl emitting from Ada'an's throat was animalistic in its fury as the tempest broke. His hands were harsh, punishing as he pulled her up against his body, his mouth slanting over hers hard, crushing her lips with his own even as his tongue thrust into the deep, moist cavern within. His fingers were rough as rubbed over the caftan like weave that draped over her body even as his intent made it disappear. The murmur of approval coming from Sarah as his mouth moved roughly, wetly over the curve of her throat to her breasts had him groaning, even as his fingers curved under her thighs pressing her up against the curved surface of the orb that now held both of them. His loins were heavy, pulsing with need as he pressed against Sarah's hot damp core, a rumble of need erupting from him as a touch of his hand made his robes disappear and he felt Sarah's silken skin slide against his.

"Ah Gods!" His groan was heartfelt as he felt the tip of his cock brush against the heat of Sarah's pussy. And it echoed as he thrust his full length into her hearing her breath hiss out on a yes as her head went back. 

"Oh yes!"

Ada'an jerked against Sarah, his movements frantic hard, the sound of skin slapping against each other, both of them grunting against the exquisite friction building inside with each forceful thrust of their bodies. 

Ada'an's back arched as he felt the heat within Sarah grow, and felt something slide into his consciousness beyond the lust that clouded his senses lifting his head to look at Sarah and felt himself go pale.

It was Sarah who looked at him, but her eyes were no longer her own. They gleamed hotter than he had seen them, a cruel kind of triumph making her face look sharper and narrower than it was and struggled for breath as he felt Sarah's hands move over the silver marking on his own back, pulsing into her as he felt Sarah's inner muscles squeezing him like a warm glove.

"Come Prince Ada'an! Give it to me! Give it all to me!"

And felt his cock swell to unbearable tightness within Sarah's body at the words uttered in tones so different from Sarah's, feeling his come spurt into the depths of her body in time with the clenching, milking movement of her pussy. Ada'an tried to control his reaction but could only groan and continue to thrust and spill into her, his body arching hot and sweaty into Sarah's watching her gleam with an aura as the hands tracing his mark drew power from him into her.

Ada'an continued to moan helplessly, his body unable to pull away from her even as he felt Sarah's body gain power from his, and her arms tighten around him; the orb shimmering bright for an instant before it shattered.

Ada'an collapsed to the floor of the chamber, Sarah's body still on top of his, still holding him within, registering only the cold, triumphant laughter that now echoed within the walls.

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The creature moved suddenly, her head jerking sending the long wave of hair streaming down her back as she lifted her body from that of the prince now lying drained and powerless beneath hers. She stretched feeling the power pulse through her body from her fingertips to her toes.

It felt good, this strength, and this control that tightened her body and filled her heart with glee, with anticipation of a dream of all that could be real for her. A cruel smile curved her generous mouth as she ran a hand over body, looking down in approval at the gold satin that now molded her body like a second skin before looking down at the prince who still lay at her feet, the gleaming silver mark on his body now barely showing. 

"Good night my sweet prince. And thank you for sharing your powers with me. The world awaits..."

And blowing the still body of the Prince of Fae a kiss, Sarah vanished in a cloud of shivering, gold dust.

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Thanks to all those who have been reading this story and been so patient with me. I am having exams which being a post graduate student are a little tough and which is why this chapter may seem abrupt. I'll try to make the next chapter better but I do need your votes for support and your comments and feedback on how to improve. Jaded



Between Fae and Foe Ch. 08



I'm so sorry for the delay and so grateful for all the support that the readers have continued to extend to me. No excuses except a major Writer's block initiated because of exams. Hopefully, the next installment will not take so long. Please continue reading and supporting my work through your votes and feedback. Jaded!

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"Ada'an.... Ada'an..."

Ada'an struggled to shake off the darkness that was clouding his senses, opening his lids with great effort as if they were leaden down with heavy weights. He came to slowly, feeling an unbearable weakness in his limbs, and the most colossal of headaches.

"A little "hung over", my Prince?"

The cold tone had Ada'an turning his head to look at Ah'veel, who stood near him. And yet, could not bring him-self to answer which had the Elder's eyes flicker with worry. As Ada'an turned his head away again, he noted dispassionately that he was in one of Ah'veel's own chambers; clear white domes and arches gilded in brilliant blues and silvers to match the eiderdown that covered him. 

"Ada'an..." 

Softer now, Ada'an could hear the undertone of concern but was unable to address it. His mind was suddenly flooded with images of what had happened. The last thing he remembered was Sarah's eyes flashing with cold triumph as she rode him, pulling his power from him, helpless under the magic of her body squeezing him like a vice, holding him within and finally that chilling yet seductive laughter that echoed even as he collapsed.

"It wasn't Sarah, anymore Ada'an. The faemoré are too cruel to be thought of by the name that you identified what they were."

"It was Sarah's body that held me, my lord. Her hands branded my skin where they touched, and her eyes that blazed with fire and burned me."

"You know better than that my Prince because you know more of the faemoré to make such trivial a judgment."

Ada'an jerked up from the rest, a hand going to hold his head, a curse erupting from him but preferring to remain upright and his tone was harsh, rough with the remnants of pain and the conflict of emotions within him. He was remotely aware that he had been fed power from other fae to revive him. Being a prince did have privileges including the fact that his strength had allowed him to survive rather than turn to dust but he was still weak and his emotions still too raw for him to be objective about the whole chain of events.

"I thought she was stronger than that!! She could have fought it. You, yourself had said that her mortal half was strong enough to sustain her, yet at the first opportunity she gave into that hunger to become a beast."

"And who gave her that opportunity Prince Ada'an?"

The cold rejoinder made Ada'an still as he watched Mo'ho'gra walk into the chamber, those eyes so much like Sarah's blazing with fury.

"My lord..."

"Silence! You, who apparently should have known better allowed that essential, male element of you govern any and all good sense you might have had knowing what you did of the faemoré and the containment itself."

"And of course, my Lord you would know all about that essential male element that destroys good sense. After all, that is how your daughter came to be!"

A sudden crack filled the air as Mo'ho'gra's fingers raised, lightening sparking from them as he raised them towards Ada'an who now stood braced by the bed, his head held high, his silver eyes gleaming with red, hot temper...

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It had worked better than she had expected. Her gold dress in tatters and her hair wild and loose around her face caught the wind even as she stood on the incline looking down into the valley; a valley that was now smoldering with dusty remains of faes; mostly the Council's guard that had chased her for two days; as she had sneaked around the town, learning what she could and feeding when she felt a little weak although the Prince's power had been enough to sustain her for longer, she was using that strength sparingly.

On the third morning she had headed towards the outer edge of Honoria, an area that was home to nomadic tribes of the fae who were involved in occasional uprisings against the Council. Altering her glamour to erase some of the harshness from her face and bruising the skin along one arm and her face, she had turned towards the valley that was home to some of the fiercest of the faes. A few tears and a fearful refusal to tell them why the council was hunting her were reinforced by the guard's directive that they had to return the prisoner to the Council at the earliest and convinced enough of the Fae to take up arms.

She turned now to watch as they came up the incline towards her, headed by the tall, dark haired, dark eyes fae the called Ma'heer. 

"It will not be long before more of the Council Guard descends upon us. Tell us why we have placed ourselves in their path for you?"

"My name for the present is unimportant. What should matter is that the council now regards me... us as the enemy. They offer no justifications and no reasons for their actions. They believe me to be a threat because I preferred to rise in one of their meetings and tell them what I think of their submission to mortal whims and protection."

"The mortals have as much a right to life as we do!"

Ma'heer was beautiful to look at with his dark hair flowing to the waist and equally dark eyes flashing like gems from a hard face that was all planes and angles. She knew that if she had him on her side, her vision would come to bear fruit with a little more ease. 

The creature schooled her features into an expression of sympathy, empathy emanating from every pore of her slender body as she looked at him.

"I'm certain, Ma'heer but surely not at the expense of our freedom and our way of life? Isn't that what you fight against? My only crime was to state this in front of the council and look what they've done to me."

As she looked at the uncertainty flash in his eyes, she stepped forward, placing a hand gently on his face, feeling him stiffen as he looked down at her even as she took his hand to place it on the bruised side of hers.

"Look Ma'heer at how the council treats its own now. Look at how you and your people despite belonging to it have been forced to hide and move all the time and tell me if you think I'm wrong."

Ma'heer stepped away from the touch to look back at his people who were now whispering amongst themselves. He knew where their sympathies would lie and one look at his adviser proved it and he turned back to look at the fae who stood before him. Her eyes gleamed with an iridescent gold, her pride and power apparent in her stance despite the torn robes, her hair long and gloriously free in the wind.

"We need to rest and will decide on this later."

The creature paced in the tent that she had been given, roughly the size of a room, lined with furs with feather bedding arranged at one side, her thoughts in turmoil. 

This was not going well. It should have taken an instant for that fae to make his decision. I cannot move forward if I do not have his...

A whisper of a sound behind her had her turning around to see Ma'heer standing at the entrance of the tent.

"May I come in?"

"It's your land, my lord."

Ma'heer walked into the canopied tent keeping his eyes on the slim figure even as he lowered onto one of the furs, leaning back with his legs before him.

"You want my people and I to effectively rise against the council when we don't even know your name?"

"I think my cause is justified to fight for even without a name."

"Surely we need something to trust...?"

She suddenly spun away to walk to the other end of the tent frustration and anger in every line of her body. 

"You have no cause to believe me. Why should you? And perhaps you've done enough. Your people saw me come into your land with the forces of the council behind me, alone and hunted and saved me. But this is not over. We are the fae. We are magic and hold more power in our fingers than the entire mortal world holds in their lives and yet for their protection, we have acceded to impose limits on our movement? I am not going to stand for this anymore, whether I have somebody with me or not. I thank you for your trouble and will leave at first light."

Her eyes closed over the gleam of eyes as bright as the sun, as she felt the warmth of a fur-lined cloak around her and the strength of the hard body behind her back; and kept them lowered even as she felt Ma'heer turn her around and lift her chin with one hand.

"You have us, my beautiful one. How can I deny one so strong and so lovely? Look at me!"

She opened her eyes, watching as he leaned closer, his dark hair falling to brush to her cheek, so close that she could feel his breath upon her lips.

"Now, tell me your name."

"Sar... Serene", losing her name within the heat of his mouth closing upon hers, hearing the whispers of the people in the background and fought the urge to draw on the power she could feel within the fae whose body was holding hers so close even as she felt the mortal soul within her respond to the tenderness of the lips sipping upon hers.

"Serene"

His lips hot and his whisper hoarse with need as they slid over her jaw and down over her neck, a surprised whimper leaving her throat as she felt his teeth graze the tender skin there.

"Take me, Ma'heer."

For a moment, she felt his still, wondering if it was too much too soon but let her triumphant laughter stream out as she felt him lift her up, and his mouth closing on hers in rough demand, his tongue thrusting into the moist cavern within, tangling with hers, even as he lowered her to the bedding.

His hands moved to her shoulders, seeking to untie the ribbons there but she arched against him, her legs opening and lifting against his thighs pressing her heat against his hardness; her hands going into that glorious thick hair, pulling his head back so he could see the lust in her eyes. 

"Now, Ma'heer. Love me later... For now, take me..."

A rough growl erupted from the aroused fae above her and she felt his strong hands wrench at the gown she wore, pushing it up past her knees, the feel of his palm hot and calloused marking the tender skin of her thighs even as he pressed her legs higher against him, reveling in the groan that left him as his hands touched her bare core, weeping and warm for him. He gritted his teeth as he roughly shoved 2 long, broad fingers into her warmth, feeling her inner muscles clenching at him as he started to saw them in and out of her.

"Like this, Serene?"

"Yes Ma'heer... Exactly like this. Hard, impatient and rough. Thrusting into me because you can't help it; can't stop! Taking me, fucking me as if I belonged to you!"

Her words blasted away the last vestiges of his control and she felt a smile curve her mouth as she felt his hands pulling at his own clothes and then he was there between her thighs, long and hard, the dark bulbous head already wet with his pre come, a tortured sound emerging from his throat as she pushed one hand between their bodies to touch him in one long, stroke from the tip to the balls, pulling him closer.

"Fuck me now, Ma'heer. Hard! Deep! Fuck me so hard that you're all I can feel, all I can think of... FUCK ME!"

Ma'heer thrust the scream back into her throat by placing a hand on her mouth even as he plunged his entire length into her, feeling her muscles clenching and expanding to take him all in. He felt her arch further as he pulled her leg up so it was around his waist before his hand went back to the naked curve of her ass. His eyes shone with an onyx like brilliance, as he started to make short, rapid thrusts into her so that the root of his cock rubbed against her clit on every turn making that beautiful pussy hold him tighter and closer every time. The thrusts became harder, his balls slapping against her he lifted up on his knees pushing them beneath her so that he could hold her more firmly by her ass as he slammed into her, feeling his breath catch as he watched her hands curve around her breasts, that brilliant golden gaze ensnaring him, taunting him into a frenzy as she rubbed and pinched her nipples. Her eyes narrowed as she felt his hands come up to close around the neck of the robe, wrenching it, tearing it apart to reveal the bouncing, red-tipped globes of her breast and arched her back further, locking her ankles behind his back feeling his hot mouth suckle at her.

"Mmmmm! Just like this, Ma'heer... Now make me come and then come with me... Come with me, my lord!"

Ma'heer felt his balls tighten, his eyes locked with hers, his hands holding her still as he felt her muscles spasm around him, the most glorious sounds of ecstasy erupting from her throat as she came, holding him within, a long moan of completion leaving his throat as his neck arched, the think muscles standing out in strict, corded tension as he felt his come leave his body in thick spurts, pushing her body into another milking, sucking orgasm.

He collapsed over her, his body spent, his breathing uneven, feeling her hands close in his hair, his eyes closed as the feelings of exhaustion washed over him... unaware of the thoughts that had caused Serene's mouth to curve into a smile that slipped into a grimace as a white, hot pain seared her breast, trying to control her breath to manage it.

Soon! Soon, I will have the force necessary to overrun the Fortress of the Veil. And once the mortal world is within reach, I shall settle my scores with Ah'veel. It had been difficult not to take from him but there is more that needs to be done. Soon...

But first, I need to go see the crones who live on the edge of fae-kingdom, feared and isolated not only because of their looks but also their lack of distinction to use their powers for good or evil. Only, they'll be able to tell me how to get rid of this niggling humanity within me that burns inside like a conscience. 

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"Stop it!"

The cold, harsh command and the raised scepter had both the fae lords freezing in their place as Ah'veel rose between them, fury stiffening her posture and lending height as she forced their hands down.

"Must men always be reduced to this, whether fae or mortal? We do not have the time to allow you to settle scores of your prides. The creature as escaped beyond the limits of the council. The guard has not returned!"

This had both the lords turning towards her in shock. The guard was one of the most powerful in all of fae-dom and rarely had they if ever, failed to return. 

Ada'an's head bowed low for an instant, his silver eyes clouded with regret and pain and although the anger remained he understood that he needed to keep it in check.

"Forgive me, my Lord Mo'ho'gra, Lord Ah'veel! All I can say in my defense is that I'm not quite settled... Where was the guard last seen, Lord?"

Ah'veel raised an arm in answer, revealing a valley, lush and green surrounded by the deep blue mountains of Arin.

"Honoria... She heads towards Ma'heer and his people!"

"And if she succeeds in bringing them to her side...?"

All three lords looked at each other in distress. If she managed to get the strength of Ma'heer and his clan behind her, the consequences would be too horrible to contemplate.