Faere Warrior: Passion's Price Conclusion

Fate and Karma are mere children compared to Fae sense of justice.  Meted out in rations against humans, or anyone that dares to interfere with their master plan, cruelty was first learned at the hand of the Fae by human kind.  The Great agreement was not made to protect humans, but insure their eventual victory.

 

Faere Warrior: Passion's Price

Conclusion

by

Ellie Mack

 

Chapter 9

            Queen Aeswitha stood to announce her final decision.  It had taken 20 minutes of deliberation by the council to come to a unanimous decision.  Twenty minutes in Faery, translated to weeks in the human realm.

“The creature mormo, known as Siann shall be cast in prison, and questioned for any information we may obtain pertaining to Prince Brogann.”  She banged her scepter on the marble tile.

“As to the Guardian of the clan McIntyre, Keegan Alistaire McIntyre, currently at warrior status, shall be administered a half dose of elixir to preserve his life.  If however, he turns to our dark Fae brethren as a result of the poisoning, he shall be hunted and killed with the Spear of Luhn.”  She banged her scepter once more.

“Guards shall be doubled at our prison, and wards shall be increased to hold Prince Brogann.  He remains within bodily.”  She hesitated, choosing not to speak any further information about his condition, then tapped her scepter.

“Finally, the slayer known as Selena Mubarak shall be stripped of the cuffs, which are the cuffs of Nuada, first king to our race, conqueror of the Firbolg. She shall be destroyed by the spear of Luhn, bound by blood runes to Prince Brogann as wife and concubine; as such guilty of treason to the Fae High court.”  She tapped her scepter once more.  “The cuffs shall be brought to Faery, and remain in the treasury until the time when our contract ends.”

“These edicts shall be executed this day.”

            The Queen sat in a slump.  It took a lot of her magic to make edicts.  By the power of her title every word she spoke while holding the scepter came to pass.  Leevander stepped forward, kissing his mother’s hand before he saw her laws carried out.

 

 

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            Siann was taken to the lower levels of the prison, those reserved for the lower caste Unseelie.   The guards questioned, extracting every bit of information they could before destroying the miserable wretched creature.  Siann had served Prince Brogann for twelve centuries, before that she had served King Vortigen.

            It was uncertain if they could have saved her, but the Seelie had little use for the grotesque castes of Unseelie.  With a perverse pleasure at seeing her torture, the Seelie Fae showed themselves to be no better than their darker brethren.  In many instances they were often more cruel. The guards laughed, watching as the pitiful creature writhed in agony for hours until death finally came.

            Leevander’s servant women were tending Keegan when the Queen’s aid arrived.    Their constant touching, bathing, caressing, and kissing; hoping that he would awaken so they could be pleasured by him, was brought to a swift halt. Examining the puncture wounds on his leg, the elder Fae made an incision, knowing that no scar would remain after the administration of the elixir.  Keegan was treated roughly, as a tool that had malfunctioned and could be easily replaced.  It was more expedient to fix the broken one than to replace it, luckily for Keegan.

Leevander carried the half dose of elixir.  It wouldn’t be enough to grant immortality, but the unnatural longevity went along with their service to the Fae.  Keegan’s longevity would just last a little longer than most, but not be granted the immortality that his Uncle Robert had.  Once Lee administered the elixir, Keegan began to stir.  The Fae women continued their caresses and ministrations. 

            Keegan woke quickly, aware of his arousal and the Fae women by his side.  He was also well aware of the addictive factor to Fae/human sex.  Some never recovered, some chose to stay in Faery as their toys.  The temptation was there;  sex like you’ve never experienced that would literally blow your mind.  Far more powerful than any illicit drug, Fae sex was never meant for humans.

             “Get me the fuck out of here! Of all places, why did you bring me here and how much of my life have you stolen now?”  He was furious.

            Keegan snapped out of his haze to see Leevander standing, arms crossed staring smugly at him. “What the hell?  What have you done to me you faery wanker?  Get me the fuck out of here! Of all places, why did you bring me here and how much of my life have you stolen now?”  He was furious.

            Lee chuckled.  “I saved your arse again.”  He spoke in the ancient Fae tongue to the women and they sulked away.  “Now if you’re ready to get off your lazy arse we’ve work to attend.”

            Keegan didn’t even argue, just sat up, raked his fingers through his hair and followed Lee without any argument.  When he translated back to his apartment; nearly four months had passed.  Time in Faery always passed slower than in the human realm.  Leevander had paid his rent, and dropped him from his classes.  Lee sat with Keegan and explained how things were with the momo. It was harder to convince him about Selena. 

            He froze mid sentence.  The portal had been opened. This time they were ready for the slayer.  He pushed the sword into Keegan’s hand as they transported to the portal beneath the Golden Gate Bridge.   The rocks crumbled away as dozens of imp-like creatures poured from the dark depths.  They barely advanced two before Keegan was upon them, sending them back. 

Lee spotted Selena coming around the far side of the bridge.  He motioned the guards who had made themselves invisible to hold her.   Keegan worked in his skilled dance, banishing the Unseelie in a seemingly effortless display.

            “Stop!  You’re not helping!  They’ll just come back.”  It was Selena.  Keegan turned towards her, seeing her struggling against the two Fae guards.

            “Well, well.  If it isn’t queen of the damned.  Oh, or is that queen Mubarak?  No wait, mistress of the dark.  Or how about  Mistress of Misery? Yeah that one fit’s. We’ll stick with that one, Mistress.” He took two long strides to stand in front of her. “I just want to know one thing.  Why Selena?”  His jaws clenched in anger. He slashed the sword, catching two straggling Unseelie in his peripheral vision.

 

            Selena struggled in the guards grasps.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stilled, seeing the pain on his face.

            “Don’t play coy with me Salena, it’s unbecoming. Sicking that Unseelie creature on me? That was low.”  He wiped the sweat from his brow and flung it to the ground.  His burr thickening as he spoke. “Obviously you aren’t as innocent in matters as you’d want me to believe.  I just want to know one thing.  Did you decide to kill me yourself?  Or did your Master, Prince Brogann order you to do it?”

            “What? What are you talking about?  I never tried to kill you.”

            “It’s a little late to be tellin’ lies.  He turned and walked away from her a few steps then stopped.  “You know, it’s funny.  I thought I’d found a real treasure in you.  I thought I loved you.  I was obsessed night and day with seeing you again, and when I did you nearly killed me.”  He threw a stone into the bay. “Only to find out ye’re a back stabbing bitch working for the Dark Prince.  That’s rich.  Yeah the jokes on me, now isn’t it?  I hope you enjoyed your little game, ‘cause there won’t be a next time.”

            He stormed away, leaving Salena between the guards, letting Lee deal with her.  Lee took the cuffs first, then her Ankh pendant.  Lee spoke the ancient language, breaking her glamour spell. 

“Sher en hachth; du bien a’ nalle; nuchthreit  Sher doch im hath neyet, etren dub naucht. ”

            Keegan turned back, her glamour stripped.  She was covered in runic tattoos and glyphs.  Slowly her features were fading from beauty to a time ravaged hideous form.   Lee took the spear from the sheath and stabbed her in the heart. Keegan turned away at her screams and kept walking down the shore tossing rocks as the tears flowed unbidden,  a piece of his heart dying with her.

            Lee caught up with him some time later with a six pack. “It’s done.” 

            “Aye”  Keegan accepted one of the beers.  They sat on the rocks staring out over the bay in silence for some time.

            “Don’t suppose you’d be amused by older women jokes?”

            “That’d be right.” 

When the beers were gone they walked in silence back to the bridge to seal the portal.

 

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            Brogann fell to the floor.  They thought to kill his beloved.  He couldn’t have that, all his plans all the suffering would be for naught.   He blocked out the stabbing pain he felt from their connection.  Every bit of effort he could muster, he projected himself to his faithful servant Slede.  Slede  was a were creature.  

            “I summon thee my servant Slede.”  Brogann cast his voice into Slede’s head, and Slede instantly transported into the cell. Brogann grabbed Slede, transforming his shape to resemble his own as he took Slede’s appearance. In the few seconds it took to make the transfer, the guard shuffled down the corridor to check on him.  Brogann translated to Salena.

            “What’s goin’ on in there?”  The guard shone the torch into the cell.

            “Get that fucking light out of my eyes or I’ll pull your arms out.” He turned in his chair, facing the cell wall, not allowing the guard to see his face.

            “Show yourself!”  The guard yelled, shoving the torch further into the cell.

            “Instantly Slede was on his feet, the irons on his ankles jerking him back inches from reaching the guard.

            The guard pulled back in terror.  Brogann was a tricky one, and deceptively calm most of the time. “I’ll bring your food.”  He hastily retreated up the stairs, confident that Brogann was safely restrained.

 

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            As the sword pierced Salena’s side she screamed. Her glamour had been stripped.  They’d taken Keegan from her with lies and a setup.  Her eyes burned with hatred.  Brogann was the only one that had ever cared for her.

            In an instant a man was beside her, sending the guards flying.  He pulled the sword from her, simply touching it burned his hands.  Before it clanked to the ground, he translated Salena to his chambers. He stayed with her, nursing her along as long as his strength would allow before returning to his cell.

            Slede would have to tend to her needs. The hidden chambers at Petra provided a safe refuge for his bride, for his future queen.

Faere Warrior: Passion's Price

Fae Court is a  process of posturing, deliberating, then occasionally viewing the facts before deciding on a verdict.  Anyone in opposition to the grand plan of the Seelie Court, will soon find themselves in danger.

Ignorance of the their laws do not excuse you from penalty.  Even if  their brand of justice seems slow in coming.

Chapter 8:  A Pound of Flesh

by

Ellie Mack

 

 

The Queen rose slowly. She paced a few steps across the front of her throne. She turned and dismissed Oban. He pouted for a moment, but her sharp, dagger-like stares quickly urged him out of the room. She ordered the court dismissed, and the high council to convene instantly.

She summoned two of her guards, sending one to retrieve the momo, the other to check the prison cell. She turned to Leevander. "You and Urias will convey all to the council. I forgive your intrusion this time, as it is vital information. What of our poisoned warrior? Have we lost him?"

"No, he is here; I brought him to my palace. He is being bathed by my servants." He smirked. Bathed was the least of the things the servant women were doing to Keegan. When he had left them, they had him stripped trying to bring him to consciousness by strategically placed kisses.

"How much elixir have you given him already? We still have that matter of Sir Robert to contend with."  Sir Robert was Keegan's uncle. He had been the first knight to be drafted by the Seelie into serving their needs. They had yet to fulfill their bargain with him.

"Three doses so far. He isn't immortal, but longevity; I'd say he'll live three times his normal life with the current level. It wasn't enough to counter the green blood of the Momo's sting, however. I don't know if we can save him."

The Queen summoned her aid, and sent him to tend to Keegan. "Come. We have much to attend."

Leevander and Urias followed the traditional six steps behind the queen as they moved to the council room.


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Salena woke, stretching lazily, fully sated from the evening before with Keegan. She had been surprised by the instant desire she had felt for him. She was a little sad that he wasn't in her bed when she woke. Another round or two would be a great way to start her day.

His clothes lay strewn on the floor with hers, but there was no sign of him. Surely he hadn't left naked.

Full of energy, she made her way to the bathroom. Wondering if Keegan had gone into the kitchen to prepare them a meal, she washed her face. Opening her eyes for the first time, she gasped in horror.

The glamour spell had worn off. Every rune, every glyph, every wrinkle stared back from her reflection. Her course, aged hair was little more than straw sticking out of a pruny, ancient, old woman’s faces.

"Oh gods!"  She exclaimed, horrified at her visage. What if Keegan had caught a glimpse of her like this? No wonder he fled!

Selena's blood curdling scream was heard by Siamm, but Siann was too weak to come to her aid. Siann tried to move, managing about two feet before collapsing.

A black cloth fell over Siamm. "Nasty little bugger aren't you?"

She was too weak to fight, too weak to defend her mistress, and too weak to cry out to Master.  Excruciating pain shot through her as she was jostled into a black void. Weakly, she tried to cry out to Master, barely a whisper came out.  Her mouth was dry, parched; her throat inflamed, barely able to swallow.  Waves of nausea rolled over her, but there was nothing left to empty from her gut.  If death could come to an immortal, it would be welcomed.  

Faintly she heard her mistress calling her name.  She sounded panicked, but the sound moved further away.  It would have to wait until Siann had recovered.

Salena was frantic.  She emptied the drawers, gutting the closet searching for it.  Her energy was fading fast.  She screamed into the empty room, trying to remember where she’d put it.  She clutched her fingers into her hair, trying to remember where she’d put it. And handfuls of her hair fell to the floor. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, no!”  she collapsed to her knees.  She had to have the elixir! 

Suddenly she remembered.  It was in the kitchen cabinet, behind the spices in the ancient bottle.  Salena practically flung herself at the cabinet, knocking the contents to the floor as she pushed everything aside to get to her salvation.  Taking a big swig, she gasped in relief.  Instantly her skin plumped, filling the deep creases, her hair transforming from a dry straw-like texture to a smooth silken luxurious fall of dark locks.  Her eyes brightened, her cheeks plumped, her breasts lifted, her buttocks tightening.  She gasped at both the pleasure and the pain that the transformation caused.

Peeking into the small bottle, she noticed that there were only about six doses left. That should last her for another century at least.  By then the Great Contract would be ended and her lover and  master, her husband  Brogann, would rule with her by his side for the next age to come.

Not bothering to put things in order before she left, Salena dressed, then headed to her lectures.  Some private tutoring with Keegan seemed to be in order over the course of this semester.  She just prayed he hadn’t seen her in her true aged form.  If he had, well she’d have to use a memory wipe.  They were tricky things, but she couldn’t have him remembering her as an ancient old hag. Brogann had after all, ordered her to stay close to him. 

Next time he inquired as to how many humans she had given herself to the answer would be one, sparing her the punishment.  He never asked how many times. 

She adjusted her lipstick before exiting her office.  She'd put on quite a show today, vamping it up in front of the entire class.  she checked her low cut shirt making certain the proper amount of ceavage showed and that when she stretched, the lacy tops of her thigh highs would just peek out. A slow smile covered her face, Keegan wouldn't stand a chance against her seduction.

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Faere Warrior: Passion's Price Pt 7

Leevander rescued his warrior from the clutches of the slayer, and translated him to Faery.  On the brink of war, the loss of their human warrior may cost them the battle to their Unseelie brethren.  Is hope lost?  Will Keegan survive the attack?  Will he be forever damaged from the Dark Fae blood coursing through his veins?  The last time a human was infected with Unseelie blood, the corrupted mad man nearly destroyed an entire race of humans.

Faere Warrior:

 

Passion's Price Pt 7

 

The Faerie Court

 

by

 

Ellie Mack 

Leevander handed Keegan off to one of their house servants. He didn't touch Keegan, but rather "floated" him to the ornate bed chamber draped in diaphanous silks. Two female servants quickly moved, to attend his needs.

Urias smirked, the way they fawned over the human was pathetic. The Fae were a proud noble race.  Well, he had been before he had been trapped on earth; imprisoned by a group of humans, tortured and tormented by a female slayer that was bound to the Dark Prince. Leevander had rescued him two centuries ago in human time, and Urias had served him ever since.

"Urias, I need you to accompany me to the queen."  Leevander stripped from his clothing and donned his regal  prince's robe.  Requesting court time with his mother was no small matter, but this was urgent. He motioned Urias to follow as he moved quickly in long loping strides toward the main hall.

"Do you remember the woman slayer who held you in irons?"

A low growl at the back of his throat, Urias replied, "Of course.  I shall never forget her."

Leevander stopped, turning towards his servant. "Can you project me an image?"

Urias quickly threw an image on the white marble wall in front of them.

"Remove the anger and malice from her expressions."

Urias rolled his eyes, then rolled his shoulders.  He'd have to work at that. It had been one of his defenses to make her angry and malicious, when in fact she had slowly seduced him, tricked him in the very way of the Fae to entrapment.  There was nothing more shameful for him than to be tricked by a human woman.  He calmly motioned towards his projection, removing the harsh lines from her features.

Leevander gasped.  "Look at your projection Urias,  is that accurate?"

Urias opened his eyes to view his projection.  She had been beautiful. He felt the physical desire he felt for her so many years ago. He remembered the nights of passion they had shared and he hardened. It had been a week of pure pleasure before she tricked him into the iron cuffs.  As soon as the cuffs were fastened on his ankles and wrists, he knew.

He was forced to watch his female serve her true master, the Dark Prince. Watched him beat her, punish her, then bring her to orgasm multiple times in front of him. At one point, her lips were on him, her beautiful mouth taking him deep into her throat like no human or Fae ever had, while the Dark Prince was pounding into her, sneering at Uriah, telling him he was no better than his pet that served him.
Urias dropped his head.  A meek "Yes, my lord, it is accurate. Painfully so."

Leevander took him by the shoulders,giving him a firm squeeze. "You've done well. No one faults you for giving into her charms, I've seen her. She seduced our warrior there." 

He motioned to where Keegan lay, helpless on the bed as the two women bathed his body tenderly with slow loving strokes. "Can you cast the same image for the queen?"

Urias nodded that he could.

"Combined with my image, this may be just the break we need to secure the pact once and for all."


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"Come forward Leevander." The queen motioned her son and his servant forward.  "What is so vitally important that you have interrupted my court?"

"Your majesty."  Leevander bowed low before the Queen. It was no trivial matter at all to disrupt her court, but he felt it necessary even if he had to bear the punishment.  "My apologies for the interruption.  I do believe this is important, if your majesty will allow me a few minutes of your time."

She shifted, consulting her current companion, Oban.  It irritated Leevander that his mother chose younger and younger lovers.  Oban was the same age as he was. Granted, the Fae didn't show their true age, but they were all well aware of the years. Oban pawed his mother's arm then snaked around her waist, then over her breast. She glanced up, seeing Leevander's disapproval.

"Do you disapprove of my current choice?"

"No, your majesty.  As queen it is your right to choose your suitor."

"Keep that in mind before you cast your glances in my direction.  It doesn't matter that you are my son, I will still punish you."

It was true.  She had never let a little thing like being her own children stop her from anything she chose. "Yes, your majesty."

"Enough of formality, come greet your mother with a proper kiss."
Leevander stepped forward, giving her a kiss on her cheek, and a hug.

As soon as Leevander stepped back, Oban lifted the queen from her chair and positioned her in his lap, while he traced lazy circles over her shoulders and down her breasts.

Leevander cleared his throat, looking away. "I have just come from the human realm where I had to rescue our warrior from poisoning."
"What does it matter to me whether he is poisoned?"  Her fingers now trailing over Oban's arm.

"Poisoned by Dark Fae blood." He turned back, leveling his eyes with hers.

"Do you have proof?  That is a lofty accusation."

"Mother, please.  Do you think I am fool enough to interrupt your,"  he motioned with his hands in a small circle, "Your court, if I didn't feel it was valid with valid proof?"

She sat up, squinting her eyes at her son. "Then you best be about producing it."

He recounted briefly Urias humiliation and had Urias project his vision.  "As you know, that was two human centuries ago. Now, allow me to convey the current situation."

As he relayed to her the proceedings, and gave a projection of the mormo, the queen gasped.

"I am not finished. It gets worse."  Leevander walked up and down the dais, conveying the events and how he found Keegan he cast multiple projections about the room for all to see.  The final projection was of Selena laid on the bed, appearing exactly the same as in Urias' projection.

"Even worse, my Queen is this final bit."  He showed his last projection as a movie, when he spoke the Faery tongue causing her glamour to fade and making her tattooed skin visible. Urias, is this not the same woman that served the Dark Prince before he was imprisoned?

Urias stood wide eyed, his mouth gaping.  He had thought her dead so many years ago.  Had hoped that she died horribly twisted.   "Yes, my lord, it is her.  Selena Mubarak.  She was the queen elect of the Egyptian empire."

Murmers broke out amongst the crowd. Whispers, gasps, and looks of terror in the eyes of his Fae brethren.

He approached his mother, the Queen within two steps. "I can destroy the momo, but the woman has been taking the elixir and wears the cuffs of Nuada, first king to our race, conqueror of the Firbolg."
Everyone bowed and said the chant respecting the name of their high king. "She is mind linked, and spiritually bound to him.  I read the runes tattooed upon her breasts, marking her as his bride.  He has managed to either escape, or project himself from within his prison.  When was the last time that anyone checked to see if it's really him in that cell, or if he's managed to escape and we actually hold one of the guards that's been glamoured?"

The Queen rose slowly.  She paced a few steps across the front of her throne.  She turned and dismissed Oban.  He pouted for a moment but her sharp dagger stares quickly urged him out of the room. She ordered the court dismissed and the high council to convene instantly.

She summoned two of her guards, sending one to retrieve the momo, the other to check the prison cell. She turned to Leevander.  "You and Urias will convey all to the council.  I forgive your intrusion this time as it is vital information. So what of our poisoned warrior?  Have we lost him?"

"NO, he is here.  I brought him here to my palace.  He is being bathed by my servants."

"How often have you given him a dose of elixir already?  We still have that matter of Sir Robert to contend with."

Sir Robert was Keegan's uncle.  He had been the first knight to be drafted by the Seelie into serving their needs. They had yet to fulfill their bargain with him.

"Three doses so far.  He isn't immortal, but longevity; I'd say he'll live three times his normal life with the current level. It wasn't enough to counter the green blood of the Momo's sting however.  I don't know if we can save him."

The Queen summoned her aid, and sent him to tend to Keegan. "Come.  We have much to attend."

Leevander and Urias followed the traditional six steps behind the queen as they moved to the council room. 


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Salena woke, stretching lazily, fully sated from the evening before with Keegan.  She had been surprised by the instant desire she had felt for him again. She was a little sad that he wasn't in her bed when she woke.  Another round or two would be a great way to start her day. 

His clothes lay strewn on the floor with hers, but there was no sign of him.  Surely he hadn't left naked.

Full of energy, she made her way to the bathroom. Wondering if Keegan had gone into the kitchen to prepare them a meal, she washed her face.  Opening her eyes for the first time, she gasped. 

The glamour spell had worn off.  Every rune, every glyph, every wrinkle stared back at her in the reflection.  Her course, aged hair little more than straw sticking out of a pruny ancient old woman.   

"OH gods!"   What if Keegan had caught a glimpse of her like this?  NO wonder he fled!  

Selena's blood curdling scream was heard by Siamm, but she was too weak to come to her aid.  Siamm tried to move and managed about two feet before collapsing. 

A black cloth fell over Siamm.  "Nasty little bugger aren't you?"
She was to weak to fight, too weak to defend her mistress, and too weak to cry out to Master. 
 

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Faere Warrior: Passion's Price Pt 6

 A quick review.  Keegan McIntyre, a guardian in training for the Light Faery Court has met Salena Mubarak, a slayer.  Salena is bound to her master, and serves him above all else.  It's said that opposites attract,the chemistry between Keegan and Salena is off the charts but can it overcome their extreme differences?
  And what is with her blood sucking demonic cat?  It seems Selena's 'master' has spies all over.  Siann, Selena's Siamese protector has "stung" Keegan.
  The curse of the Fir-Bolg has forever kept the light and dark Fae apart, and now their mingled blood in both Siann and Keegan are having disastrous results.  Do you think Siann knew what she was doing?
  At least Keegan was able to cry out to Leevander, (Lee) before he passed out.  Let's see what our arrogant Fae prince is able to do for him.

   

Faere Warrior: Passion's Price Pt 6

 

by

 

Ellie Mack

 

 

     Leevander sifted into the marble surround of the bathroom still holding the woman's head that was worshipping him with her mouth. Except she didn't sift with him. "Fuck!"  Well so much for taking humans with him by touch.  He glanced over at Keegan's unconscious form and decided the fool could wait as he took matters into his own hands to finish. He'd have to go back and give the ginger that was worshipping him a mind spell. He grunted as he released onto the cold marble tile of the shower surround.  He shook himself, then sifted out briefly, returning with his clothes on. 

 

     Leevander could smell it instantly; Unseelie, his dark Fae brethren.  He moved to Keegan, part of the stench was coming from him.  He examined his body, and quickly found the puncture wounds in his leg. A greenish black liquid oozed from the wounds. "Hmm. What have you gotten yourself into this time, you worthless cunt?"  He took out a small medallion and placed it on Keegan's leg.  A brilliant blue light flashed, as steam rose from Keegan's flesh.

  

   Leevander waved a hand over Keegan to keep him unconscious while he worked.  The acrid smell of burning human flesh swirled up to his nose.  He never cared for the smell. His dark Fae brethren loved the smell, which is why when they set themselves up as deities for small cultures, they demanded burned offerings. The medallion would leave a small scar, but much better than having their warrior destroyed, and having to wait for the next generation. Like it or not, it was in the Fae's best interest to keep the Guardian alive and protected. 

 

   He could keep the side effects at bay, but what fun would there be in that?  Watching the puny human suffer was one of the few perks that Leevander enjoyed. As the healing medallion worked, he looked around at the room, sniffing the air. A stronger Unseelie presence was still here. His nostrils flared as he sensed the form on the bed, and another beyond the door. What had the fool gotten himself into?  Maybe he should leave the bugger for dead. Leevander stuffed the medallion into his pocket, and moved silently to the adjacent room.

  

   As he approached the bed, waves of Unseelie scent roiled off the form, yet human as well.  He stepped closer.  It was the woman from the bar that Keegan had left with the first night he'd arrived. She was a striking beauty, Egyptian blood. Long straight black hair,olive skin, deep brown eyes if he remembered correctly lay behind the closed lids, full luscious lips.  Leevander growled inside his throat.  She was indeed beautiful, but wreaked of Unseelie.

"Sher doch im hath neyet."  He spoke in his ancient language and instantly her smooth skin was transformed to a maze of intricate tattoos, enchanted runes,and a network of reddened veins that indicated she'd taken the elixir numerous times.

 

   It took a lot to make a Fae nervous, but Leevander's knees nearly buckled. This woman not only was a slayer, but bound to one of the three Dark Fae princes.  He could scent the royal house upon her once the glamour spell was broken.  He wondered how Keegan hadn't picked up the Unseelie scent on her?  Was he working with his enemy?  Was Keegan turning? Wouldn't he have seen the signs? Had she cast a glamour spell on him so he was blinded? 

 

   "Bloody hells!"  He glanced around, the scent of Unseelie trailing out the door.  Perhaps the woman had lured him here to seduce him while her Prince killed him and something went wrong with their plan.  The other scent though was not of the royal house, but of one of the lower caste seelie.  Cautiously he stepped towards the door,one slow step at a time. He sniffed the air.  There was a combination of Keegan's blood and Unseelie. What had gone on here? 

 

   A trail of smeared human blood and green unseelie led him to a small cavern behind the house. Lee motioned a vague light inside the cavern, and spied the creature laying there. A mormo!  The 'flying cat' shape shifting bloodsucker that often fed on small children.  What the bloody hell was it doing here?  It had obviously bitten Keegan with the trail of blood, but why?  Had it learned to manifest into human form? He slowly backed away, and silently moved indoors.  Whatever had happened, whatever was going on, it was in his best interest to protect his investment.

 

   He walked past to woman as she stirred, casting a sleep glamour over her.  She would remain unconscious for six hours at least. 

 

  Leevander knelt beside Keegan. His pulse had nearly returned to normal, and as much as he'd enjoy watching the fool wretch for hours, he'd have to reverse the effects to hide him in Faery for a time until he could figure this mess out. he lifted Keegan over his shoulder with ease, then translated them both.

  

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Faere Warrior: Passion's Price Pt 4

People are never what they seem.  Isn't it amazing the things you find out when you look beyond  the surface?  Of course what did you expect with a man who is contracted to the Fae, and a woman who is, . . . how old is she?

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Faere Warrior: Passion's Price

Pt 4

by Ellie Mack

     Salena stood in the steaming shower, the pulsing water massaging her skin.  After slaying she felt the effects of age.   She'd managed to reach six of the demons before a guardian showed up.  There had been one in Versailles that she managed to avoid. They were on opposite sides, the guardians and slayers.  

     Guardians worked with the demon masters; protecting them, using their own magic to send their lower caste brethren back through the portals to emerge from the next opening.  Slayers were sanctioned by the church.  Their mission was clear -  destroy the demonic hoards. 

     The Guardians used Seelie weapons to send them back.  What were they thinking?  They would only return at a different location. The lower caste demons were mindless for the most part, depraved evil with single minded focus:  destroy human kind.  It was her calling to protect the human race.  She'd been chosen.

    Salena stretched her neck while leaning against the marble enclosure.  Her body ached in places that she didn't know was possible to ache.  With a heavy sigh she shut the water off, and grabbed the towel.  She rubbed herself with minimal effort, dripping a trail of water as she forced her steps to the bed.  Tired, so very tired. Exhausted, she flopped on the bed, her towel falling open.  It didn't matter, she was too tired to care.  Her last thought was the knowledge that she'd have to use more of her precious elixir, or add another glamour tat, before the new moon.

   As she slipped into black oblivion, the masking spells faded.  The flawless physique was a maze of glyphs and runes.  A ring of glyphs encircled each breast, making a bra of sorts of the tattooed protections.  A series of runes covered the bottom fullness of each breast.  A maze of glyphs covered her lower abs, down over her triangular patch of hair, down between her legs, even over her labia.  the tops of her thighs were covered with long Celtic knot work that had been spelled.  His mark was on her inside thigh, on the top of her left breast just above her heart, and on her ass cheek.

  She sighed, exhaling deeply, with thoughts of Him. 

    She touched her breast. The scarred textured skin of his insignia ring branded into her skin, the reminder that above all else, she was His.  Instantly she was transported to stand before Him.  She knelt, naked in full submission to her master.  she waited until He recognized her.

    "Salena"  His voice rough and scratchy. "Why have you been so long in coming?"

    "I've been searching for the cuffs and torque that would free you, my Lord."  Her head remained down.  She was not allowed to view Him until he commanded her.

    "Any progress?"  A soft rustling of fabric, a slight jangling as he rose, then clipped footfall approaching her.

    "Not yet, my love.  I've come across another guardian."

    He moved her hair aside, and kissed her neck.  She shivered; this made it all worthwhile.  His touch was exquisite.  "How many humans have you offered yourself to since you've come to me?"

    Her mind raced. she knew better than to lie.  "Three, my Lord.  None that compare to you."

    He jerked her hair back pulling her head up.  She quickly squinted her eyes closed, but couldn't help the gasp that escaped her.   "Fucking whore!  YOU'RE MINE!" He roared over her, then slapped her so hard it knocked her to the floor.

    "Always yours, my Lord."  She knelt in full submission, her body folded over itself, head laid on the floor."

    "And what of this guardian?"  He circled her, she  knew the whip was coming.  Her body tingling in anticipation.

   "I only saw him from a distance.  I avoided contact, but I took out six demons."

    "Look at me!" He commanded.  She raised her eyes, viewing her lover as if it were the first time.  He was magnificent.  No human could ever compare to Him.  Salena swallowed hard, her mouth already salivating for his touch, for his pleasures.  She'd do anything for Him and He knew it.  

  "You'll stay close to the guardian.  He'll lead you to the torque."   He bent to her kissing her rough, demanding.   She was instantly wet.  He would torture her, beat her, whip her, but bring her to paradise more times than she could count.  It was worth any pain to be His. To be pleasured by Him, to have Him claim her as His own.  She was forbidden from using His name until she had managed to free Him from this Fae prison. 


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    Her body spasmed on the bed, naked in the moonlight. Welts appeared, beaded lines of blood rising.  Siann sat crouched next to her body, licking the blood from each line as it appeared.  The human was never aware during these episodes.  The taste of blood stirred the beast within her small form.  She could sink her teeth in fully, and this pathetic human would never know.  It would serve her right.

    Siann thought of the irony, the human giving her self over to His pleasure, while allowing Siann her own pleasure with her earthly form.  Humans were easy to toy with.  Once given over to their sensual pleasure, they could do whatever they wanted with them.  Siann sank her teeth into the full roundness of Selena's breast, feeling the tear of her flesh.  she lapped at the flow then suckled, drawing more of the elixir tainted blood from the helpless form.  the elixir was never meant for humans.  It only drove them to madness quicker. 

    Blood lust overcame Siann, and she bit her human again, lapping at the flow. A third time she bit, practically tearing a mouthful of flesh away.  It had been ages since she was allowed to feast, but she knew He would banish her if she destroyed Selena's human form.  She lapped eagerly until the flow ceased.  Siann growled, desiring more.  She watched as Selena's body spasmed and twitched in the moonlight. She needed more.  More blood to satisfy her taste.  She lept from the bed, and sauntered down the hall towards the atrium.  The small door that had been installed for her feline form allowed he to come and go as she pleased.  Although her taste was for human blood, a rabbit or squirrel would have to suffice.  She glanced at her reflection in the glass door as she passed.  Her mouth covered in the red blood just fueled her desire for more.  The sleek lines of a Siamese suited her well.  she rolled her shoulders with grace and power as she stalked towards her next prey.


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   Keegan always hated the first day of class.  He'd spent one year at the Uni back home; since then, it was a different place every semester.   He only had three classes this time:  Dr. Mubarak's Archaeology of the United States and Egyptology in the Modern Era, and Dr. Kincaid's Studies in Mythology.  

    He chuckled; if the professors had only seen half of what he had seen, it would change the way they taught.  If not for the fact that in the real world he needed the education to land the job of his dreams he'd fore go the headache.  It was a sweet deal really.  The Fae funded his college, provided a sizable bank account, and whatever ride he desired.  They funded all travel expenses in exchange for fueling his body with immortality in order to fulfill his role as Guardian.  Well, he hadn't quite made it to Guardian level yet he was still a Warrior.  Still, the benefits were sweet. 

    He took his seat at the back of the lecture hall.  His large size often made it difficult for his more petite classmates to see around him.  Inevitably one of these petite beauties were always drawn to him.   It was okay, he enjoyed the attention.  They were often fun, sweet girls that filled his time.  But he couldn't get Salena off his mind.  He combed his fingers through his hair as we watched the students filing in, thinking of his night with Salena. 

   "Hey, heard the professor's pretty hot.  You here for that, or to actually study this lame ass subject?"

   He turned to the voice beside him.  It was  one of the jocks he'd seen at the bar the night he'd met Salena.  "What?"

   "The professor.  Suppose to be super hot.  Or are you a Joneser?"

   "You want to nail some old man?  What the hell is wrong with you?"

    "NO!  Asswipe.  Dr. Mubarak's a chick.  A super hot stellar."  He scooted back in his chair. "There she is."  He motioned to the front of the class with a head nudge.

    Keegan opened his notebook, adjusting it on the desk shaking his head at the jock. He heard the movements at the front, and out of the corner of his vision saw a form moving about.  He raised his eyes noticing the spelling of the name on the blackboard.  He scanned the area.  Bent down, fiddling with wires, was the instructor.  When she rose,  Keegan's mouth about hit his desk.