Reg was no normal shop owner. He looked normal except for those green eyes that seemed to glow when he bedded a woman. He had a certain taste in women. He liked them vulnerable and submissive...as it was with his kind. He was a born leader of times long gone by and was trying to adapt to the modern ways. So he found himself in this little city in North America owning a book store. He was lonely, he had left his last mate behind in his native land as she was cruel and unkind to him and to herself. He was here for a new mate. Someone to carry on his line. Someone to wed. Someone to take his seed. His family long forgotten but to him the past was what made him and his beginnings were his future. He was a mythical creature that time of old had forgotten who had reached the age of maturity and will never age past this point. Here is how he began as all his kind began.
The Welsh Bendith was his father's line and the Persian Peri was his mothers. The Bendith are ugly troll like fairies that can manipulate and entrance others but the Peri are Persian fairies of great beauty and truth that glow with all the colours of the rainbow. The Bendith are warriors of strength and control and the petite Peri are curious gentle fairies. His mother, Elia was taken in a war and forced to marry a Bendith fairy king, Lord Balhori, who was greatly ugly and cruel.
Their first coupling on their wedding night was forced upon the petite Elia. Balhori being 7 feet, extremely muscular and excessively scarred came upon the virgin Elia, of only 4 foot 6 and fragile, a little too rough that night. If was their ways to take their women as they wanted, without thought. The Bendith women preferred it this way as they too wanted to be treated roughly, it was their way.
However Elia, coming from a gentle Persian race was delicate, fragile and had an exquisite beauty. Her petite frame, delicate face, pale skin, long silky, white blonde hair with full red painted lips took the breath away of every man, woman and child in Bendithia when Balhori returned with her as his prize as part of the peace treaty. Elia, the first virgin daughter of a great lord was to be given to the High Lord Balhori, King of Bendithia, to cement a unity of the two lands. If their union produced a child he or she would grow to rule both their lands and ensure peace.
The night of their coupling, Elia was afraid as the huge warrior came into their wedding chamber. He was freshly cleansed as she had been by some hideous toll-fairy females. They had washed her naked standing in a large basin of water. They had cleansed her breasts and her womanly area. She had never had anyone touch her there and found this shocking. But they assured her that "Our Lord" would want to taste the nectar of his new bride.
Standing before him in a white virginal sheer robe of silk, as was their ways of virgin brides, he came in the room and smiled. He was a beast of a man and so very ugly with eyes of green, one of his redeeming qualities. She could see cord upon cord of muscle running down his arms, his bare chest and down to his white silk loin cloth that did not give him any modesty. She could see with great definition that he was very large and she was certain that this night would not be without terrible pain and blood. She had to bleed. Twas the ways of our people. If you did not bleed and soak the virginal wedding cloth that she clutched in her hand, she was impure and would be shamed and sent home and the war would continue. So even in her fear she hoped she bled to soak this cloth so it could be on display in both lands to prove they truly were mated and she was pure enough to be a prize of peace.
"You are a beautiful fairy, my bride, Elia." His voice so low and sure and confident, he smiled and his ugly face somehow softened. "Tis our ways for me to take you. Now! With force and tear your maidenhead within you and claim it as my own." He said advancing on Elia.
She gasped and took a step back. She didn't mean to, she wasn't supposed to. She was to take a step to him, not away from him, but she was afraid.
"Fear not my little one." He said smiling, and again his face softened and became almost handsome within his ugliness.
Elia took a breath, but still full of fear took a step forward. Was the dance of old, he took a step she took a step and this continued until they joined coming together in peace.
"I know you are not of my land and I promise to take care as I take you." He said taking another step forward.
Elia took a step forward, with great fear in her heart which she was certain was visible on her fragile delicate face.
"Ah yes, come to me child. Come..." he beckoned. He was trying to use a spell to ease her but her line being of pure fairy blood was immune to such things. She regretted this as she wanted to be entranced so this would be over soon and her heart wouldn't explode from fear.
"hmm...you are immune? I'm so sorry my bride, but I will try to be gentle." He moved closer and she too took a step to him.
He was now within arm's reach of her. She was so small and stood just below his great chest, he too was afraid of hurting this delicate creature. He wanted her but he didn't want to kill her on their first coupling. He had to be gentle as gentle as his cock would allow. He had never had a woman so fair. He had never had a virgin woman, nor a desire to bed one. Women with experience would go to their knees immediately and take and swallow what he had to offer and bend to his needs without hesitation. This child like creature before him could easily break, he would have to couple with her with care. She is so afraid which made him harden for some reason. As a warrior he wanted her to fear him a little but trust him to treat her with as much care as he could.
Elia said nothing. She clutched her virgin-cloth and waited for her husband to do as he will. But he stood there looking at her and gently smiling at her. She looked down and could see him hardening, his size was that of a tree branch, she was certain this coupling would kill her and her virgin-cloth would mean naught to any if she was dead....the war would begin again. She pleaded in her mind that Balhori would not kill her. She looked up at him, into those green eyes she was finding mesmerizing. Was he able to entrance her after all? His lips were full and almost beautiful and she licked her own lips as she looked up at them. He moaned and reached for her.
His hands gently caressed her shoulders, she couldn't help it but tears started to flow down her white and delicate cheeks.
"Fear not, I will try not to harm you with our first coupling." He said gently. He took her more firmly and she relaxed a little in his arms. He reached down and gently kissed her rose red lips. He felt her lips part and he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth.
In spite of her fear she moaned softly feeling this warriors large tongue push into her mouth battling with hers claiming her unkissed mouth as his own. He let out a deep groan and she could feel his hardness press against her body.
"Ah yes, my little Elia, you do respond well." He withdrew his kiss, which Elia was sorry for as she was feeling his kiss move throughout her body and feeling strange tingling in places she had never before. He walked over to the large wedding bed. Elia gulped and immediately became afraid.
"No...don't be afraid little one, shhhh...come to me." He beckoned with his hand out reached to her.
"My Lord as you wish." She bowed and walked forward and took his hand.
He gladly took it and pulled her quickly onto the bed beside him and she yelped out a surprise and he chuckled. Lying on his side beside her he traced his enormous hands over her face and down her hair. She sighed softly, this was nice, she thought, he's not hurting me.
