Chapter 06: Theft
"Give the boy to us."
Gracia looked up at the two intruders in her court. One was a man, tall though he hunched over as if bearing a terrible burden. His eyes were black save for a small glint of red from his pupils. He reeked of humanity but she could taste a hint of one of her subjects upon him. The woman at his side wore little under her traveling cloak exposing the stripes of fur that matched her raven dark hair. A tail swayed behind her and a pair of cat-like ears twitched upon her head. "I don't know what you mean," the Faerie queen said as she shifted in her chair to give her perfect form the best presentation.
"Paul, he's a werewolf," said the woman, speaking for the first time since they arrived.
Gracia studied them with a bemused expression. "Come with me and we will negotiate his release," she said as she stood and lead the way to her private chambers against her advisers' wishes. She made sure to sway her hips in the most tempting way possible as they followed.
When they entered the lavish sleeping quarters she shut the door, locking it with her magic. "I know well of both of you, Murdoch and Alaine," the queen said as she shed her translucent dress, her gossamer wings catching the sunlight to give her naked form an unearthly glow. "You've been hunting my children and subjects for awhile now. Yes I know of you two very well."
"If you're going to refuse our request, then why invite us into this farce?" growled Murdoch, his curved fangs glistening.
"Because I'm not going to refuse you," smiled Gracia as she settled onto her bed.
"What do you want?" gasped Alaine as even her breath was taken by the queen's beauty.
The faerie traced a hand over her plump breasts and waiting hips. "As I said, they are my children and so I am without a suitable mate to keep me company."
"You cannot have my husband," growled the other woman.
"Of course not!" laughed Gracia. "I am not asking for him for a lifetime. ...Just tonight."