Freja

This is the third chapter of my attempt at a modern fantasy story. I've always been intrigued by stories of the Fae but my knowledge of folklore (and particularly Scottish folklore) is far from perfect. So please understand that this written as a fictional romp which draws on folklore for its inspiration.

I hope you enjoy it all the same.

BF

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Chapter 1

Charlotte and Elise both had smiles on their faces as they made the long drive back from Aberdeen to the small west coast town of Duntoolin.

Elise was smiling because, that morning, she'd been fucked by Brad and Lance, the two hunky Americans who'd been staying at the same hotel. Charlotte was smiling not only because she was a proper Nymph now, but also because while Elise had been with Brad and Lance, she'd had sex with Ariel, the faerie.

"Do you see Ariel very often?" Charlotte asked Elise, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Not really. Why do you ask?" Elise replied, teasing her.

"Just curious."

"I know the two of you had sex this morning," Elise chuckled. "When I came back to the room I could hear you from outside. So I left you to it and went and had breakfast instead."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Although I am a bit jealous. Ariel never wanted me. How was it?"

"It was amazing, magical in fact," Charlotte said absent mindedly. "Ariel conjured up a horse cock between her legs for me then she fucked me with it."

"They do say faerie sex is hard to beat," Elise chuckled. "But then I wouldn't know."

"What are you going to tell the Laird when we get back?" Charlotte asked.

"Everything," Elise replied confidently. "You should never have secrets from your husband."

"You think I should tell Angus everything. Even what happened in the alley with those men."

"Of course."

"But I don't understand how I did it."

Elise pulled the Range Rover off the main road and they drove a mile or so down a random track before she came to a halt. Checking that they were alone, she got out of the car and motioned to Charlotte to do the same."

"Watch," she said.

Elise looked at the ground and a rock the size of a golf ball levitated up from it to about chest height. Elise reached out and took hold of the rock in her hand.

"Wow," Charlotte said as if she'd just seen a magician perform a trick.

"You try."

"How?"

"Just focus on what you want to happen."

Charlotte tried. At first there, nothing then several rocks clattered along the ground as if blown by a very strong wind."

"Almost," Elise encouraged.

Having seen what had nearly worked, Charlotte's next attempt was more precise and her chosen rock levitated just like Elise's had done. Charlotte reached out and grabbed it.

"Well done," Elise praised her pupil. "Now let the rock go and see how far you can throw it with your mind."

Elise demonstrated, letting go of her rock before propelling it a good fifty metres. Then Charlotte did the same.

Exactly how far Charlotte propelled her rock was hard to say. It took off like a ballistic missile, and soon disappeared from view.

"I couldn't throw mine any further than I did," Elise said trying to give Charlotte a sense of her own power. Then she added, pointing to a boulder that was bigger than a man, "Try and lift that."

Charlotte focussed on the boulder and it too levitated a couple of feet. Then she tossed it into the distance.

"You're an incredibly powerful Nymph, Charlotte," Elise explained. "And when you were angry last night, you used your power on those men. It's a good job in a way that you didn't know what you were doing because the results could have been a lot worse."

Charlotte began to understand.

"But you need to be very careful about showing off," Elise said calmly.

"Ariel said the same thing," Charlotte admitted.

"Learn to harness your power but only ever use it as a last resort. When all else has failed."

"I will, I promise. Do I have other powers?"

"You do, but let's not overload you. Telepathy and levitation are enough to be getting on with. Let's work on those first."

"How did my face heal so quickly last night, Elise. Did I do that?"

"No, I did it while you were sleeping. That's one of the reasons I needed energising this morning," Elise replied. "Well, that and the fact that being fucked by Brad and Lance was too good an opportunity to pass up," she laughed.

"Can I heal people?"

"Don't worry, I'll teach you how to do it, in time."

Chapter 2

Angus and the Laird, along with the nymph Freja, were waiting outside the castle doors to greet the girls' return. To say that Charlotte was pleased to see Angus when they got back to Duntoolin was gross understatement and she threw herself at Angus, who picked her up and whirled her around.

"Congratulations," he told her before planting a big kiss on her lips.

"I love you," Charlotte told Angus in front of everyone.

After Elise had greeted her husband in a loving, but slightly less effusive manner, Charlotte hugged the Laird too.

"Congratulations on your engagement, Charlotte and congratulations on becoming a nymph too. Elise and I couldn't be happier for you. I look forward to welcoming you into our family and into the Clan MacTool too."

"Thank you Laird, err, I mean Duncan," Charlotte replied.

Freja had stood back during the initial greeting but as the attention turned to her she looked meek and uncomfortable in the spotlight. She was delicate little thing, smaller than Charlotte or Elise but with blonde hair and a pretty face.

"How are you feeling?" Elise asked her.

Freja didn't speak but answered the two girls with her mind instead.

"I am well," she replied. "Thank you for looking after me."

"I'm afraid Freja hasn't found her voice yet," the Laird explained.

"It's alright," Elise said reassuringly. "She's speaking to Charlotte and me."

"Ah, right."

Charlotte was careful to stick to using her own voice as Elise had instructed.

"Ariel said that you're going to be staying here for a while Freja. So, I think you should come and live at the stables with us," Charlotte offered. "If that's alright with my future husband that is."

"It's fine with me, we've got the space," Angus said, blushing slightly.

"I think that's an excellent idea," Elise agreed. "Charlotte and Angus are much closer to your age than Duncan and I."

Freja smiled and mind spoke again.

"Thank you Charlotte. I'll do my best to please you and I promise I won't fuck your man without your permission."

Charlotte and Elise chuckled, leaving the men wondering what had been said.

"We can talk about that later," Charlotte told Freja.

"But why don't you come and have a cup of tea with us first, Freja. I'm sure that Charlotte and Angus have a lot to talk about."

Chapter 3

They'd barely made it into Angus' apartment before the two of them were kissing passionately.

"Are you alright?" Angus asked, the concern showing in his voice.

"I'm fine," Charlotte reassured him. "I've got lots to tell, but right now, I really need you to show this little Nymph who she belongs to."

"With pleasure," Angus confirmed.

It had only been a few hours since Charlotte had been fucked by Ariel and her horse cock, but Charlotte's appetite for sex knew no bounds, and in any case, she was desperate to consummate her relationship with Angus now that she was a Nymph. Eagerly, she helped Angus peel off her jeans and panties then she pulled her tee shirt over her head and unhooked her bra while he took his own clothes off.

Charlotte lay back on the bed and opened her legs for Angus who knelt between them and began to finger her. But Charlotte wasn't in the mood for foreplay.

"I need you in me now," she told him quite forcefully.

Fortunately, Angus was as keen to fuck as his fiancé and so he dribbled saliva onto her pussy, dabbed the head of his cock in it as best he could. Then he positioned himself over her missionary style and pushed his extremely well-proportioned member into her. Charlotte gasped with pleasure as his girth stretched her.

"Oh baby, I need this," Charlotte told him. "My pussy belongs to you. I belong to you."

"Soon you'll join the MacTool clan," Angus told her.

"I can't wait," Charlotte replied

The conversation was clearly exciting Angus who began to pound Charlotte hard, every stroke pinning her to the bed. Charlotte was in heaven; she'd never felt more ready to give herself to anyone and never felt more certain that Angus was the one.

When she came, she felt fluid gushing out of her, so much so that squelching noises began to accompany Angus' strokes. It was as if he was pumping water out of her. She dug her nails into his back in anguish and the pain seemed to spur him on to fuck her harder. Angus seemed in no hurry to cum though and pounded like a jack hammer for twenty minutes, leaving her like a rag doll by the time he finally emptied his seed into her.

Afterwards, Charlotte lay on the bed, her head resting on Angus' chest as he tried to catch his breath back. Her fiancé was exhausted but he'd given her exactly what she'd needed.

"I'm guessing that wasn't the first time you've had sex today," Charlotte asked, then added, laughing, "Or did you bring yourself off in the bathroom earlier, so you'd last longer."

"Freja wanted sex this morning," Angus admitted guiltily. "A couple of times."

Charlotte laughed.

"You know it's ok to fuck Freja. We knew that things would be different when I became a proper nymph," Charlotte reassured him. "I got fucked by a faerie with a cock the size of a horse's this morning."

"You what?"

Charlotte explained everything that had happened in Aberdeen, leaving nothing out. Angus listened with an expression of shock and amazement on his face. He had plenty of questions of course which she tried to answer as truthfully she could. By the end, Charlotte worried she might have been too honest though.

"I thought you should know everything," she explained. "But now I really need you to tell me that you still love me."

Angus put his arm around her and hugged her.

"Of course I still love you," he said reassuringly. "Do you feel any different now that you're a Nymph?"

"In myself no. It's the same me, I can just do some neat tricks now."

"Like what?"

"Well, there's the telepathy, and I can do things like this..."

With her mind Charlotte picked Angus' jeans up off the floor and let them hover above his head before dropping them on him.

"That's neat but it could get annoying," he chuckled. "Are there any practical applications for it?"

"I can throw stones a long way," Charlotte offered. "Elise says there are other things I can do like healing and stuff but I don't know how they work yet."

"After you left yesterday, my dad sat me down and told me everything about my mum and about Elise too," Angus explained.

"I bet that must have been a bit of a shock."

"To be honest, the strangest part was hearing about Elise. I mean she brought me up since I was eight."

"Did he tell you about the swinging clubs and holidays they go on."

"He did. I guess I've got that look forward to when I can't keep up with your demands any longer."

"That's not going to happen," Charlotte told him. "Your dad's fifteen years older than Elise, whereas we're the same age. Besides, Elise told me that she could live off the sex they have together, it's just that the Laird loves her, he wants her to be happy, and she's happiest when she's fully charged."

"Speaking of the Laird," Angus said uneasily. "You remember the stories about any future bride of a MacTool needing to be approved by the Chieftains of the clan?"

"And by their approval you mean, fucking them," Charlotte teased.

"Erm, yes," Angus agreed. "Well, it includes my dad."

"That's ok," Charlotte responded. "I assumed it would."

"So you're not bothered by the fact that you'll have to fuck him."

"I'm a nymph now Angus, I need sex. The Laird's a nice man but sex is all your father would mean to me."

Angus looked a bit hurt by Charlotte's rationalisation and so she tried to explain.

"The legend says that the Faerie Queen gave Nymphs the ability to love, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've chosen to love you. And nothing can change that" Charlotte said reassuringly. "One day you'll be Laird of Duntoolin and a Chieftain of the MacTool clan and I'll be by your side. Just like my ancestors have stood by yours since before The Great Faerie Battle of the Highlands."

Angus smiled at her.

"And when the time comes, I'll bear you a son to continue the tradition," she added. "Just not for a while though, if that's ok. I don't think I'm ready to be a mother yet."

"I love you," Angus told her. "Oh, and I've got something for you."

Angus reached into the nightstand and produced a ring box which he gave to Charlotte.

"My father gave it to me, to give to you," he continued. "It's been in my family for centuries. My Grandmother was the last person to wear it. The style's a bit dated I'm afraid and it's probably the wrong size, but my father said that a true nymph would be able to alter it herself."

Charlotte opened the box to find a beautiful, classically styled, diamond ring inside. She picked it out and put it on her ring finger. It made her feel special, but it was a bit too big though.

"It's beautiful Angus. I've only been a nymph for a day but I can try and alter it."

She held it up and concentrated on making the ring smaller then tried it on again.

"Almost," she said. "Just one more squeeze."

Taking it off, she gave the ring another squeeze with her mind and when she'd finished she handed it back to Angus.

"Do you want to put it on me?"

Angus held her hand and slipped the ring on. It fitted perfectly.

"I love you," he told Charlotte again.

"And I love you too Angus MacTool. But now we need to get dressed because we've got some explaining to do to my parents."

"I completely forgot about telling them we're engaged, what with everything else that's gone on," Angus admitted.

"Well there's no time like the present. We can get our story straight in the car. And not a mention of anything Nymph related, ok?"

Chapter 4

Charlotte's mum and dad were a bit stunned at first by news of the engagement. Charlotte and Angus had been close since they were children but her parents had never dared imagine that, one day, Charlotte would be marrying the Laird's son. Charlotte's mum couldn't help but shed a few tears and insisted they toast the engagement with a bottle of Prosecco.

There was no objection when Charlotte announced that she was would be moving in with Angus. She'd already been staying over with him a fair bit and so this didn't come as too much of a surprise to anyone. Since coming back from London, Charlotte's stay with her parents had only ever been a temporary one.

When they left, Charlotte suggested to Angus going to the pub for drink. It was a Friday night and the Duntoolin Arms was bursting with holidaymakers. There was a queue of people waiting at the bar and Morag, the landlady, was on her own. She looked at Charlotte with desperation in her eyes.

"Charlotte, love. I know it's not your shift tonight, but you couldn't give me a hand could you? Beth was supposed to be working but she's gone sick and its mayhem. I'll pay you for a full shift."

Charlotte looked at Angus, then back at Morag.

"I'll have to ask my fiancé first, Morag."

Morag had a look of shock on her face.

"Oh my goodness, congratulations you two. I can't think of a couple more suited. Are the Laird and his wife pleased?" she asked, slightly concerned.

"Over the moon," Angus replied.

"And your parents must be too," Morag said to Charlotte.

"They are, Morag," Charlotte confirmed. "Now what do you want us to do?"

Charlotte and Angus put in a shift at the pub, staying until closing time. After the excitement of the last week, it was nice for Charlotte to do something normal. She wanted her life with Angus to be normal. Inevitably it was going to be different but not too different she hoped.

"Well, I suppose I'll be looking for a new barmaid," Morag said as they were closing the bar.

"I don't want to stop. I enjoy the bar work," Charlotte said looking at Angus for approval.

"We need the money," Angus joked.

"And if you're looking for extra bar staff we might know someone. She's from Norway. It'll have to be cash only, no questions asked though."

"Send her my way," Morag chuckled.

On their way back to the castle Angus asked Charlotte what was going to happen to Freja.

"I guess she's going to be staying a while, if you're trying to find work for her," he added.

"I think so. You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not," he said. "I feel sorry for her."

"I thought she could sleep with us, if that's alright. I don't want her to feel left out."

"It's fine with me, but I'm not sure I can manage sex for a fourth time today."

"Oh you poor thing, have we worn you out," Charlotte laughed.

"Sometimes I think you only want me for my body," Angus joked.

"Well, I am a Nymph now."

"I just wish Freja could talk," he continued.

"Hmmm I know."

"Still, looking at the scars on her, I can't begin to imagine what she's been through."

"What scars?"

"The ones on her back."

"Ariel didn't say anything about scars. But then I guess you're probably the only one whose seen her naked."

When they got home Freja was in the living room of Angus' apartment in the castle's old stable block, watching television. She was in Charotte's bath robe which was a size too big for the delicate little flower nymph.

"Hiya. Sorry we're late," Charlotte apologised. "We went for a drink and ended up working at the pub. Have you been ok?"

Freja looked apologetic and spoke to Charlotte telepathically.

"You don't need to apologise, I've been fine, Charlotte. I could see that Elise and her husband wanted to have sex, so I told Elise I was tired and was going to bed."

Charlotte chuckled and translated for Angus.

"Elise wanted sex with your dad, so Freja made herself scarce."

"We're going to bed now, Freja. Why don't you come and join us?" Charlotte offered.

"It's fine," Freja mind-spoke. "You want to have sex with your man."

"I'm afraid that, between the two of us, we've worn poor Angus out, so there'll be no sex tonight," Charlotte chuckled. "But we'd really like it if you slept with us."

Freja smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," she mind spoke to Charlotte. "I'd like that a lot."

Charlotte and Angus both decided that they needed a shower after a shift at the pub. Charlotte went first and when she finished she didn't have a bathrobe to put on and so she went into the living room naked to fetch Freja. Offering Freja her hand she led her to the bedroom then undid the cord on her robe.

"I want you to feel at home here," Charlotte said, opening the robe and placing her hands on Freja's lithe hips.

The moment she made contact with her skin, Charlotte could feel the wounds. She took the robe off and turned Freja around. Freja's back was a mass of scars.

"Oh you poor thing," Charlotte said turning her back and hugging her.

Freja began to cry and Charlotte could feel herself becoming consumed with rage that anyone could have done such a thing to such a delicate flower. She wanted to know who'd done it but realised that it wasn't the time to ask.

"I tried to stop them, but I couldn't," Freja mind whispered though the tears.

At that moment Angus walked into the bedroom. He looked at Charlotte knowingly.

"Can you heal her. Elise healed you last night didn't she?"

"I don't know, but I'm damn well going to try," Charlotte said angrily.