The Moonlight of the Fey

The ways of the Fey were still a mystery to Aelwyn. Their cultural traditions were ancient and nearly primal in ways, yet their society, magic, and manners surpassed even that of the City of Towers. As she was led through the Fey kingdom by the High Guardians over the last few days, to attend different royal events and aristocratic parties, Aelwyn couldn't help but be fascinated with just how freely the Fey used magic. It was mundane to them, as common as sweeping a floor or churning butter.

There was another thing she had noticed while she was being led around, Aelwyn had found that all the bridges she'd been on had a place where they met together. Exploring on her own in the evenings, she found that there, underneath its center, laid a hidden verdant path.

Trailing it, the path opened up to another bridge covered in moss and stone. The bridge brought her to a secret courtyard hidden out of view of the city windows. Thick blooming trees circumvented a pool within, with a stone path leading to a center island across the water. The moonlight there streamed through the leaves and illuminated the lush greens that hung down all around her.

She had nimbly made her way across the stone path and sat down in the center of the island under a large tree and gazed out to admire the stars that reflected in the clear waters around her. Minnow-like fish in the shallow pool below glowed in mesmerizing technicolor.

She had stopped to watch them for a while. Evenings had been her only chance to get away from the royal schedule they had placed on her. She took full advantage of those moments of much needed solitude.

It was quiet there. The peace, to Aelwyn's dismay, had given her thoughts ample time to catch up to her. The memory of Kadian's advice had been the first to confront her that evening. It was painful to recount but it was a memory that her mind couldn't help but re--play whenever she was alone.

"Until we can escape, do what we do best... survive." Kaidian's words had etched into Aelwyn, and she recalled them in perfect clarity. "Even if you have to pretend to like it, just do it--whatever they say." he had looked away from her then. "You'll be safer that way." His words were stern, his brow creased.

Aelwyn saw him look up, attempting to meet her eyes with his. Yet, his eyes came short, and darted back down to the floor, "Don't let that pride of yours get yourself killed."

The memory hurt, once again.

If she was honest, at the time, Aelwyn had thought it to be cowardly advice. Yet, it had been nearly a full week since her capture, and she realized she still had no idea what the Fey were fully capable of.

She perceived her surroundings to make sure she was alone. Once confirmed, she took a deep breath and then responded into the night as if Kadian were there with her. "I will learn all I can about the Fey before I do anything... rash." She looked down into the water, her only audience were the fish of the pool and not her Kadian. She rolled her eyes.

She watched the fish for a while longer, continuing to ponder. Their bioluminescence detailed the lilies upon the water as well as the flowery trees that overflowed into the courtyard. The dim lights within the evening had coated everything in ethereal hues.

Aelwyn scowled, thinking more upon Kaidian's advice, "Pretend?" She rubbed her eyes and then set her hands down on the grass.

As soon as she did, a leaf fell on her hand. She picked it up and tilted her head to examine it. She began to play with it in her hand and continued to reaffirm her own dignity, trying to figure out ways to not accept Kadian's advice as valid. Stooping to 'pretending' to like the situation, as Kadian had suggested, was a thing her pride would, simply, not accept.

Her eyes softened and drifted to the stars. The third moon was out, a good sign. The sign of new beginnings.

She sighed. It wasn't all that bad if she was honest. She found herself warming to the better parts of the treatment she was receiving.

The Fey indeed took care of her. The last time she'd been pampered so much was back when she was a child, before everything was destroyed in her life, before she became known as the most famous Spellblade on her side of the Great Siryilay Delta. She was being treated like royalty suddenly, and that was something she could get used to.

Then, she winced. The thought that she was beginning to enjoy being there suddenly made her want to break something. No amount of royal treatment was gonna change the fact that they had kidnapped her and had forced her to do things she would never have agreed to do ever in her life. She continued to think, her thoughts growing darker as she fiddled with the leaf in her hand.

She stopped briefly to lightly tug on the thin magic band that snuggly wrapped her neck with her other hand. It was made of incredibly soft fabric that, while felt fragile and had a slight bit of elasticity, was impossible to break or take off. She often tugged on it habitually ever since the Fey put it on her. It had become less of a bother and more of a reminder recently: A reminder that they were all bastards. Bastards who were gonna pay for kidnapping her.

Aelwyn looked down, and noticed she was clenching her fists. She opened her grip slowly, the leaf was still there in her hand, completely crumpled. She let go of it.

Had it just been her who was kidnapped, she'd not have been so terribly disheartened. She'd be livid at the Fey, yes... but not broken like she was then, trying her best to push out painful thoughts. Yet, of course, it couldn't have just been her who was kidnapped. They had stolen Kadian and those in her protection too.

Aelwyn froze, in that moment, she realized she had no idea where any of them were--again. Her bottom lip started to tremble, her chest tightening within her.

"I should have used this time to look for them. What am I even doing?" She exclaimed aloud, the fish still her captive audience. She stood up and began to pace back and forth, her long hair making waves through the moonlight.

Suddenly, she felt something starting to form behind her eyes. They softly asked her to let them come out. She held them back. She held them all back, except one that had managed to escape, drip down, and fall soundlessly on the crumpled leaf that lay upon the ground.

There had been so much that happened to her in the last few days. Everything had been happening so fast that she hadn't even realized that she hadn't seen Kaidian, Ari, Bjorn or anyone else since two mornings prior.

Her heart continued to sink within her. The thought that they were possibly being imprisoned or worse was enough to nearly make her want to collapse and sob. Yet, she continued to hold back the tears, and sat back down on the grass.

Then a different thought came to her. What would Kaidian think when she told him what they did to her... what they were still doing to her?

She felt her chest squeeze tighter, her breath caught out of her lungs. She tried to push the thoughts out, but they continued to usher in:

What would happen when she told Kaidian it was worse? That it was even worse than what he had already seen, worse than what he saw the Prince do to her, or that she was regularly being forced to pleasure the Lord Protector and the High Guardians too?

Even if she didn't tell him, could he ever look at her again? Prince Rowen had humiliated her in front of Kaidian. He forced Kadian to watch helplessly as the Prince forcefully mated with her while an entire crowd of High Guardians watched, their eyes hungry. He had stared Kaidian down. He had stared him down until he finally....

looked away.

She recaptured herself, instinctually using the mental gymnastics and breathing techniques of her training to calm herself down. The hopeless thoughts soon left her and were replaced with fire. She erected herself upright.

With her new thoughts, she began the long walk back to her quarters in the Cloud Gardens, adding everything she saw along the way to her mental map of the Fey Realm.

****

The next morning, Aelwyn was at Prince Rowen's mercy again.

He walked around her, his hand trailed gently around her neck, and then up to her chin. He brushed his hand against her cheek and then brushed her hair from her face. She pulled away and snarled.

The Prince stopped in front of her and gazed into her eyes. Rowen's eyes were a menacingly deep gray. She usually tried to ignore his handsomeness, but it was always harder whenever he held her eyes with his.

Rowen took his time to appreciate her. When he looked at her, it often stopped Aelwyn's heart briefly. His gaze was a perfect blend settled precisely between two extremes: a wolf measuring his prey, and the pure and gentle love one has for their significant other.

Deep down, she wished Kadian looked at her the same way. The Prince had always had a way of looking at her that was predatory and yet, somehow, sweet, protective, and full of love. It was a look that said, "I will utterly destroy anyone who attempts to hurt my Aelwyn or anyone else who would try to come between us." It was a look she would normally respect, had it not been for what he had done.

He bent to her level and gently pressed his lips to hers. A flutter of warmth released into her. She hated herself for the feeling. Yet, at the same time, that feeling, in that moment, was wonderful and long needed within her. Aelwyn's eyes closed and she melted backwards into the warmth and light of him, overtaken by Rowen throughout her senses. They kissed softly for some time.

As soon as she realized what she was doing, she pulled away, flabbergasted with herself. "What is wrong with me? It's as if I've been longing to taste your lips again Rowen, even after what you've done, but why? You're an awful person. In fact, I despise you." She thought.

She kept trying to press down her feelings for him as she became increasingly ashamed of herself. Yet, the feelings grew. They grew until she was suddenly looking at him and thinking only of him, excitedly breathing him in, unable to hold onto any sensible thoughts. His eyes changed as she looked at him. They were only warm suddenly, and he was ever so gorgeous.

Then her senses came back to her, her mind racing, "You are appalling for what you've done Rowen. I could never love you, a man who kidnapped me and forcefully mated with me, and in front of a crowd no less. In front of my boyfriend. It doesn't matter how beautiful, strong, capable, loyal, wealthy, powerful, handsome, and respectable you are--Rowen. I hate you. I will always hate you." She thought darkly.

Then, she scowled and spit on him.

Instead of hitting his face and having him get infuriated with her like she had hoped, it missed and instead hit the firmness of his chest. He didn't flinch or look away from her, he simply held her eyes with his until her's couldn't help but soften.

They sat there in silence for a moment, looking into each other. Finally, she opened her mouth to insult him. Yet, before she could, he was already there. He held her head, keeping her lips to his.

He proceeded to kiss her softly. He kissed her for so long and so gently that her mind fell into a blank canvas, a canvas where he began to paint the colors of her arousal, they were hues of herself she hadn't known existed. The deepness of him, created entire landscapes in her heart while her body fell deeper into his all encompassing arms. She lost all track of how long they remained like that. She lost track of the world.

Then, he suddenly rose himself above her and slowly stripped off his shirt. She shimmied backwards as her pupils dilated upon beholding him, her body quivering under his physique. He was immaculate, chiseled, flawless, save for a few thin lines made by faded scars.

In an instant, he was at her lips again, but this time, holding nothing back, his body over encompassing all of her. Even though it was just their lips and tongues touching, she felt him throughout her entire being.

He moved to touch her inner thigh with his right hand. Her legs went stiff and she pushed his hand away. Yet, he was stronger than her, faster, and, before she knew what had happened, he had flipped her around entirely, her body extended, arched backwards.

She was quickly losing her inward battle against him, and now the physical one. Aelwyn kept trying, with everything she had to muster, to not to be so thoroughly aroused under his complete dominance of her. Yet, she had never been handled and moved around so effortlessly by a man, especially not Kadian. It's not that she was heavy. She was petite, not even 5'4", and was usually underestimated by her opponents, which she took full advantage of. Yet, when Rowen handled her, it was like she was weightless.

He then took both her hands into his left hand, and held them above her head. She tried to pull her arms free, but with his grip, it was like trying to break steel with a pillow.

He turned her to face him. He grabbed onto the string of his braies. She stopped squirming, and watched him. Then, he began to slowly pull the string. Her bottom lip began to tremble.

As the string came undone, his trousers fell. Alewyn started to breathe rapidly as she tried to free her arms. It was of no use. The deep lines made by his abdominals looked like they had been etched by an artist. The lines led their way down until they formed a V that pointed directly to his glorious endowment, the Prince's manhood hanging low between his legs. She thought it looked triumphant in a way.

Then, Rowen raised Aelwyn aloft off the ground by her hands, still only using his left hand to hold her two. He then brought her to his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding them up on his firm butt to support herself.

Still holding her arms above her in one hand, he took his right hand and positioned his member between her.

He brushed his member against her opening, readying himself for the advancement. She held her breath. Her eyes grew wide as a harvest moon, his eyes kind as a Summer's day.

Then, he began to slowly push himself into her. She gasped and tightened her leg's grip on him. He let go of her arms. She wrapped them around his muscular shoulders. He advanced gently yet, she felt him intensely, painfully even. All the while, Rowen never let go of Aelwyn's eyes.

Rowen continued his slow perpetration of her, letting out a deep moan. Aelwyn tried to hold it back, but she couldn't help but moan softly along with him. Their bodies continued to move ever closer, in-between their unifying sounds of pleasure.

Her mind was everywhere at that moment. She thought about attempting to escape him. However, as hard as she tried, any plans she made became jumbled with every inch he continued to push into her.

She thought to try and scream for help, but all that came out were soft inaudible breaths followed by more moans. Even if she did manage to scream, who would come save her? His men? They'd probably want to join in. She felt like she was going insane, trying to grasp onto any helpful ideas.

Finally, a voice came through her continuingly clouding mind. It was Kaidian's. Yet, instead of an escape plan like she was hoping, he again repeated his advice: "--Even if you have to pretend to like it, just do it, you'll be safer that way--Don't let your pride get you killed."

She repeated the words over in her mind.

As much as she hated the thought, he was right. She was outmatched with the magical neckband on. It fully suppressed her magic, her greatest tool. Her normal skills and abilities wouldn't help her this time.

She finally made up her mind, "Fine, I'll listen to you Kadian. I'll pretend to like it." She thought. "Until I get us all out of here, I'd do whatever it takes to survive, even if that means pretending I enjoy what they do to me, at least for the time being."

And with that thought, Aelwyn gave into Rowen completely as his cock fully embedded itself within her. She moaned aloud while he moaned deeply, both in incredible satisfaction of one another.

He spent the rest of the morning dominating her entirely, stretching the delicate lense of her body until she was running over with his claim on her. She climaxed again and again as she fell apart beneath, her heart exploding in her chest, all the while.

Recalling it later, Aelwyn couldn't recall just how many times he unleashed his cum inside her that morning, she couldn't recall just how many times she screamed Rowen's name... but what she could recall is that Rowen made passionate love to her and, at the same time, fucked her like a primal beast. He fucked every inch of her until she was utterly dominated by him. He fucked her and made love to her until, for a brief moment, she wanted nothing more than to be completely and utterly...

his.

****

Afterwards, they took a nap together followed by an even longer bath together. The experience had been exhausting, mentally and physically, yet they were both in a playful mood. They teased each other underneath the bubbles and gave each other gentle kisses. Then his tone became a shade more serious, "You know, as my mate, I'll take care of you."

She ran her hand against his prickly stubble, giving him a wry, hopeful look. "Will you now?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "I know you're not fond of our culture, and you've only now even started to begin to warm up to me..." He wiped the wet hair from in front of her eyes, "But I have a good life to offer you." He moved her through the water, she wrapped her legs around his lap.

Her legs still felt a bit shaken, but the healing properties of the bath were already working their way deep into her muscles. The delicate lense of her body was, once again, magically reverting back to its prior, virgin shape it had been in before Rowen had stretched her that morning.

The reverting was delightfully massage-like in its feel. Every time she went into the bath, she came out with rejuvenated vigor, healthier looking skin, and a healing of any cut, bruise, or pain she might have had before. She made a mental note: before she escaped, she would have to try to find out the recipe for that bathwater.

She arched an eyebrow at him, "So, I'm your mate then?" She said playfully.

He nodded, locking a gaze to hers. "Not yet, but soon. Before I can solidify you as my mate. You'll be tried through a series of tests designated by the Elders." His eyes hardened, "I wish it didn't have to be this way. Yet, I will not be the first of my kin to stray from the ancient ways." He turned her around on his lap, hugging his arms around her, "I've already marked my claim on you. I've filled you to the brim with my warmth nearly every moment I've had time to see you. If any others try to claim you from me, they will meet my blade." He kissed her on the cheek.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "I do need to ask you something." he said, and turned her back around on his lap to have her face him. "Why is it that every time I... cum inside you--" He paused, looking at her curiously,

"-- you begin to glow?"