The Seelie and UnSeelie courts of the fairy world have always been places of intrigue and deceit for those of pure Sidhe blood. They call me a half-breed, so for me the courts are a place of contempt and treachery. The contempt is because I am half human. The treachery is because I am the twin brother of a pure Sidhe blood sister. We are the children of the current queen of the UnSeelie court. A true fairy prince and fairy princess, and I am heir to the throne.
Mother chose to get pregnant by both her Sidhe husband and her human lover. Which of us would be born first, she left to chance. The fact that I am mortal proves to the court that I am not the some of their Sidhe king. The fact that I have chosen to take only male lovers into my bed, is what may keep my off of the throne. You cannot rule the courts if you cannot produce an heir. My sister reminds me and the other ruling families of this fact every time I begin to be the favored of the courts.
We grew up around our mother’s guards. My sister and I had even taken a few as lovers ourselves. Now that we were of age, six of them were to become ours. Choosing three to be my personal guard would be easy. They are all physically strong enough to throw a car two city blocks without breaking a sweat, and magically powerful enough to keep me safe from that kind of attack as well. Choosing three that would be my lovers for the rest of my mortal life, well . . . that was something else all together.
There was one choice that was the easiest, and that was Kevyn. He had been my first lover when I was only sixteen. The fact that he is over two-thousand years old and was once worshipped as a god of war was a little intimidating at first, but once he kissed me there was no turning back. Kevyn stand over seven and a half feet tall, and is solid muscle. His wardrobe consist of only black leather, and he is typically seen in only a sarong and sandals, with a leather sheath with straps that form an X across his chest. The sheath holds “rage”, his six-foot magical sword. He has brown hair that would hang to his knees if he did not keep if tied in a ponytail, and eyes like that of a large predatory cat. When angry, his facial features even become more feline in appearance. And when we make love, there is even a gentle purring in his throat as he achieves his own orgasms.
Because of his size, Kevyn is afraid of hurting me during sex. That means that I have to do most of the work. Not that it’s a chore or anything, it’s just that it’s up to me to see that we both get what we want out of it. All it takes is a kiss and he is hard and ready for more. His cock is as impressive is size as the rest of him. The other guards tell of times when Kevyn would take pleasure on the battle field, by fucking one enemy warrior while still killing others. Having felt it inside of me, I knew that even in death the enemy knew something of joy before they died.