Author's Note: Thanks to my friend Ly for her great editing of this chapter.
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A week and a half had passed and Lizzie prepared herself to summon her unusual faerie lover again. She drank a cup of mugwort tea to open her energetic channels then showered using rose scented soap and shampoo and put on her favourite perfume, Tuscan Rose. She dressed in her normal plain black underwear and put on her favourite outfit of a black sleeveless top with a short, black and red plaid skirt. She pulled on black and red striped over-the-knee socks to complete the look, and smiled.
Moving the furniture to make space for the circle in her living room; she laid out the white sheet cut into a six foot circle. She poured salt around the circle and placed nine thick black candles around the circle, which she lit. Then she sat down and meditated until she was able to focus on the summoning.
When she was ready, she knelt by the circle and painted the required sigil in the middle of the sheet, then pricked her finger and put it on the sigil while chanting the spell which would open the gates to the realm of faerie, and summon Aethelred Jalnariel.
Like the first time, a silver sphere appeared about four feet above the sigil. It expanded until it filled the circle and was eight feet tall. Aethelred slowly took form in the circle, wearing his wide black ankle-length coat.
"Greetings, Elizabeth. I am pleased that you have summoned me again," he said, smiling impishly.
Lizzie stood up.
"I'm pleased to see you again, Aethered." she replied, trying to hold in her excitement. "There's no need to be so formal, you can call me Lizzie."
He grinned, and said: "Then you may call me Red, as your grandaunt Sarah used to cry out during her throes of passion."
"Really, that's too much info," Lizzie complained.
Aethelred just laughed.
"It was a bit harder getting through the gate this time," he said. "Did you make any changes to the spell?"
"No, I did it exactly the same way I did it the first time," she answered. "Wait a second; I used the same paint as last time."
Aethelred raised his eyebrow.
"Did you drip nine fresh drops of blood into it?" he asked her, looking a little amused.
"No, I didn't," she replied sheepishly. "I thought once was enough."
"Well, that was the problem. You need to use fresh paint and fresh blood each time."
"Ok, I'll remember that for the next time," she promised.
"Good. Now, come here and let me kiss you, Lizzie." His voice became like a command, and Lizzie felt the desire blossom within her.
Lizzie broke the salt circle with her foot and then went around blowing out the candles before stopping in front of Aethered, who was more than a head taller than she.
"Spread your legs a little so I can lift you up with my tentacles," he instructed.
Lizzie spread her legs, shivering slightly in anticipation of being touched by his tentacles. Two tentacles snaked around her thighs and waist, and she was lifted into the air until she was face to face with Aethelred. She put her arms around his neck, while he put one arm around her waist and a hand behind her neck and then drew her in for a long, slow, passionate kiss. She loved the way his tongue played with hers. It made her body tingle. He moved his hand to her ass and squeezed, while he moved the other hand to her breast and did the same. His hand on her breast began to gently knead it while he rubbed his finger over her stiffening nipple. She moaned into his mouth.
Her legs were pulled a little further apart and a third tentacle snaked up on the inside of her thigh and began to rub her crotch. She was getting really aroused now. Tentacles were her main fetish and having a lover with tentacles was a wet dream come true.
She broke the kiss and moaned: "Oh, gods! I'm so turned on! I almost wish you'd just tear off my underpants and take me here and now!"
"Patience, my dear," Aethelred said fondly.
"I do so love your tentacles, Red!" she cried out.
"I'm glad. Even in the unseelie sidhe court where there are plenty of deviations from the elven norm, I'm considered a monster."
"You aren't a monster to me. To me you are amazing!" Lizzie exclaimed, passionately.
"Thank you, Lizzie." he murmured, tickling her with his breath. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"
He moved forward on his tentacles, while holding Lizzie steady.
"Oh! So you don't need all your tentacles to move?" Lizzie asked, intrigued.
"No, I can use a couple to hold things. It's very useful in combat."
"Have you seen much combat?"
"I have been in some battles. The Sluagh helps to defend the borders of the unseelie sidhe," he told her with a look that suggested this was a conversation for another time.
Aethelred put Lizzie down on the bed.
"I'll light some candles first to see you better," she told him, "and then I'll get undressed." she said, with a wicked smile on her face.
"You can leave the stockings on. That is quite sexy," he replied, returning her grin.
Lizzie blushed and laughed.
"I will!"
She picked up a lighter and lit the candles that were on the bedside table and chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. Then she undressed slowly, looking at Aethelred as she did so, and put her clothes on a chair. She climbed onto the bed and lay down. Aethelred was grinning as he stripped off his coat and lowered himself down beside her.
"I appreciate a little strip tease," he said with eyes gleaming licentiously.
"I hoped you might," she replied, her voice sultry.
