Pucked (closed for Erlind)

Two week ago - New York

Anastasia Maza-Tsarev stepped out of the airport elevator and looked around. JFK was packed with people as always, but these days it was also filled with Gargoyles. Since Goliath and the others had long since come out of hiding in New York and made themselves known to the world, other hidden clans had done the same. Her uncle and the others had been very surprised to see that there were more clans than just the one's they had met on their travels had still survived. Now they came and went as they pleased, even though Quarrymen still persisted in their hatred the group as a whole were down in the ranks with the KKK and Neo-nazis. Fifteen years ago around the world and first in the US Gargoyles had been given rights and citizenship. That little fact had made her aunt Elisa quite happy and within a year of the law passing she and Goliath got married, though they had been mates for much longer than that.

Beth and her father Sasha were off in South America studying artifacts and so she had decided to hop a flight to NY, since she had some vacation time to see her much extended family. Just as she was heading to collect her bags, Ana was picked up in a hug bear hug as a pair of tan arms wrapped around her.

"ANA!" The male gargoyle set her down and then gave her a proper hug. "You made it."

"Of course Gregory. Would I disappoint my favorite cousin?" She smiled up at tan version of Goliath. Fox and her father Halcyon had helped the first what would be later man human/gargoyle couples conceive. Gregory was the first of the halfling to be born and was the couple's oldest son.

"Yes you would but you also know that if you didn't show you'd have the Manhattan clan AND Uncle Talon hunting your lil human butt down." He capped his wings as they headed for the luggage carousel. "Besides you have shown up just in time."

"Oh and why is that? Besides the party that I know is waiting for me that it," Ana watched the bags drop slowly.

"Oh you'll see." Gregory gave her a short smile. That could only mean he was up to something. Despite looking like his father, Gregory had none of the clan leader's stoicism. Instead he took after Elisa.

"Oh boy. This is going to be an interesting trip I see." She grabbed her duffel bag as it came around and the pair headed off.

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And it had been an interesting time. Broadway and Angela had been glad to see her and to show off their youngest daughter. Elisa had been happy to see her niece as always and to get caught up on her sister and brother in law's trips. And of course Ana herself had found them time to play several tricks on her family, which had Elisa commenting on the fact that she was sure that Coyote had his more to do with their family that just getting her parents together

Ana was currently walking around with one of Boudica and Bronx's pups in her arms as she scanned Alexander's library. The new head of Xantos industries had managed to pull himself away from work to spend time with her. Most of that time was spent in his vast library, he had books from every and anywhere. Many of them very old indeed and thus having great appeal to the history buff that she was. As she passed the second bookshelf, a book caught her eyes. "Where did you come from?" Shifting the gargpup to one arm she pulled the light green book from the shelf. It was old, the cover and bindings worn from age and use. She hadn't seen it before and she was sure she had gone past the shelf several times since she had been there. Thumbing it open Ana realized it was a collection of children's stories.

"Find something interesting?" Alex asked as he walked into the library. The two of them had always been close friends, but nothing more. A fact she knew would always pain him, but she wasn't going to give up her life out in the desert and Alex would never leave New York.

"An old storybook. I could have sworn I hadn't seen it before." Ana held it out to him, only to watch Alex's eyes light up.

"Owen used to read this to me when I was younger," Everyone knew how close Owen and Alex were, which was why the older man's very sudden disappearance had been all the more harder on Alex than it had been on his father. "Here, you can have it. To keep."

"Alex are you sure? I mean I wouldn't want to take a cherished book like this from you. I've already got a massive collection to take home already and..." he cut her off.

"And they are all very old and going to end up on display. This I know you will keep because its a gift." He laid the book in her hand. "I'm much too old for stories of the Third Race anyways." Alex gave her another sad look before he dropped a kiss on her forehead and left.

"Oh Alex, I really hope you find someone. You're too good of a man to be alone forever." If David Xantos could find love, why couldn't he? Brodi licked her face and Ana made a face at him as they left the library and headed for her room. She did have feelings fro Alex, but just as a friend. No that wasn't right, Alex was like an older brother to her, just as Gregory was. She shook her head as she set Brodi down before setting the book down as well and then stretching out on the bed.

Alex wasn't the only one in need of a jumpstart to their love life. Ana had been in the middle of a drought for, she uncurled one finger after the other, three years. Three years since she had walked on Carlos after he had called her a childish brat. Ana was far from childish. She was 24 for christ's sake. The one thing age hadn't taken from her as it did most as they got older was her sense of fun and the enjoyment of a good joke. While Alex would need someone who could put up with his long hours, Ana needed someone who wouldn't mind the occasional prank pulled on them. Letting her eyes close slowly, tomorrow she was heading home to Arizona.

Three days later Arizona

Ana sighed and dropped her bag by the door. She had just finished up with the books from Alex and was in need of a break. Heading straight for the kitchen she opened the bottle of red sitting on the counter and poured a glass before heading to her living room. On the table the book from Alex sat open, waiting for her to pick up where she had left off the night before. They were some of the classic stories like Cinderella and Snow White but there were some older ones as well. Stories of the Third Race and in this case Oberon's Children. Taking a sip of wine, Ana began to flip the the pages casually until her thumb caught on a rather thick page. "What the?"

She took the page or rather, pages as they were stuck together in her fingers. No they weren't stuck, they had been sealed with wax. Setting the boo back down Ana went to her office and grabbed the letter opener and then returned to what would be a very slow task of removing the outer layer of wax, without tearing either page.

Once she got the pages separated Ana carefully chipped the layer of wax away from the illustration. "Well aren't you handsome?" she mused softly as she revealed first his face and then his entire form. The red and blue outfit stood out in contrast to his white hair and tan skin. And those ears...big but still cute. immediately the first thing that came to mind was how the bloodelf ears bounced in World of Warcraft. Ana laughed, but shook her head. "No a son of Oberon would never be so undignified as to have his ears bounce with every step he took."

See the hint of writing under the picture of the fey, Ana kept chipping. As she the words came into view she tilted her head looking at them. "A rhyme? Well I suppose in a storybook that makes sense, but this is silly. 'Own the book Own the Puck, Unchain the fool bound within. Hear these words o Puckster thee. Bound to book now bound to me.'

The book began to glow and Ana let out a short curse as she tossed the book onto the table. The pages began to flip and flap as if in the wind as the glow grew so bright that she had to cover her eyes. The sound of booted feet on the table however had Ana opening her eyes and taking in the sight before here. The illustration...no Puck was standing on her coffee table.

"What...the...fuck..."

Puck had been trapped in darkness for years, and years. He didn't think what he had done was all that bad and more importantly it was quite funny. Alexander for staying on Avalon for just a bit and had fallen asleep after a night of revelry with third race. A little illusion and a careful and quiet levitation and he had Alexander in Oberon's bed looking as though he was Titania, asleep. He told the real Titania that Alexander wanted to talked to her and watched as Oberon went to bed. Puck timed the unveiling of his illusion just right and took a picture of Oberon kissing Alexander. Of course everyone in the court would need a copy of a picture like this one and everyone enjoyed his joke except Oberon and Alexander of course. Alex was mad, but didn't want him punished and he was grateful for that, but Oberon didn't care.

“PUCK! Every time you hold free will I regret it deeply,” he bellowed, but then he smiled slightly, “Time for you to think about what you've done.” With that the godlike Oberon waved his hand and everything went dark for the Puck.

“Light!” The world sprang to life around Puck once again. There were books and furniture and a delightfully frightened young woman. What more could he ask for? More time to bug daddy Puck thought to himself and flew towards the window and he was almost out when something jerked him backwards. From his new position on the floor he looked up at the girl again. She looked familiar he thought and then it dawned on him. “Elisa! How wonderful. How can The Puck help you today and what do I need to do for you to let me go?” He smiled sweetly, but in honesty Puck was angry at again being captured. At least this prison was a little more colorful.

Elisa? He thought he was her aunt? Well they did look a lot alike, just as Beth looked much like her older sister. Derek/Talon had ben the odd man out taking more after her grandmother. Ana shook her head, "How do you know my Aunt Elisa? And why the hell were you in my book?"Anyone else would have been screaming their heads off or fainted dead away. Ana was used to the weird and unusual. Hell she was related to the weird and unusual. "I swear if Alex did this as a joke I will toss him from the castle myself. Are you really Puck?" she wasn't going to deny the fact he had power, the man...elf..whatever had floated right over the floor. That is until some unseen force had yanked him back like a ball attached to a piece of elastic.

Looking down at the book she saw that the picture was gone and so were the words. What was going on? Had he been trapped in the book? Thinking bout what she had said, Ana's eyes went wide once again. "Holy shit. I own the Puck."

Elisa was this girl's Aunt? More time had passed than he thought. Puck took up floating in midair and murmured something about, "of course your not her." Puck sat in his spot for a bit ignoring the screeching young girl until something caught his ears.

"Holy shit. I own the Puck."

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"YOU? Own ME?" he bellowed. No one but that windbag Oberon could even claim to own him. "No one owns Puck!" He threw foreword his hands at the girl intending to burn her alive and nothing happening. Puck looked around before throwing his hands foreword again and grunting with effort this time.

"I guess this makes you no one," Puck mused. Even as he flitted through the air his shoulders and hand drooped. Puck stifled his tears. Oberon was a bastard.

"Who are you then, no one?" he asked apathetically.

Ana swallowed her heart back down, once it was obvious that he couldn't hurt her. "Ana. Well Anastasia Maza-Tsarev to be exact. My mother, Beth is Elisa's younger sister. I'm only no one if you compare me to Alex, Elisa and Goliath's son Gregory or hell any of the others. As for owning you, I didn't mean it like that. The book," she picked it up, "It was in Alex's library. He said Owen used to read it to him when he was a baby and I guess since Owen went poof to gods only know where, he didn't want to be reminded of him. I found a page well two pages actually sealed with wax and after spending the last hour chipping away wax without ripping the pages. There you were and then I noticed there were words under the picture. Had I know they were going to get me one pissed off Puck on my hands I would haven't have said them."

Ana scooped up her glass and took a slow sip, staring at Puck. This was almost too good to be true. The king of mischief was sitting in her living room, albeit pouting about that fact and he was all hers. "So if you're real that mean Oberon and the others are as well right? How did you get into that book?"

"Oh, Owen. What a boring piece of wood," Puck reminisced. Then he rolled over in the air, lying on his stomach midair with his head in his hands. "Daddy Oberon didn't have much of a sense of humor and he got a little upset when I ..." She didn't know he and Owen were the same person, maybe he should keep her in the dark as much as he could.

"Its not important now," he said changing the topic cheerily, "what's important is that I'm out and the scenery is a billion times better than it was." He leered at Ana a bit for effect. "You know we should probably get rid of that book," he told her floating over to look at his likeness in the book, "We wouldn't want it to do something like suck you in as well." She seemed bright and unlikely to fall for the ploy, but it was worth a shot.

"The hell we are. Even IF getting rid of the book would do YOU more good than it would do me, I wouldn't get rid of it. Alex gave me this. I would never get rid of or destroy one of his gifts. So you, buster, are just going to have to deal with the fact the book is here to stay." There was that lovely Maza family stubborn streak. All three of the children had inherited it and passed it down to their children. Ana was no exception.

"So you never answered my question. How do you know my Aunt Elisa. She's never mentioned you." No one had either for that matter, but considering it was Puck, Ana had the feeling he may have played one too many pranks on them as well. She grinned softly, "Man Alex is never going to believe this when I tell him he's had Puck in his library for who knows how long. " Taking another sip of wine, Ana let out a soft sigh. A frown slid onto her face as she realized something. Just what the hell was she going to do with him. She only had the one bedroom as the other was converted into her office. Not to mention the fact she couldn't stay home and babysit him all day every day. There was work and then her friends and her parents. Oh jeez Beth had always been a bit more open minded than her mother, but still. This was going to be an interesting ride that much was certain.

"You humans just tell everyone everything don't you." Puck floated into Ana's bedroom and came to rest on her bed. "You have at your disposal a member of the third race and your going to give that up?" He stretched out and arched his back. "I wouldn't want to incarcerate myself further, but you seem like a person who knows how to have a little fun. Come on, is there nothing you can think of you'd want to command poor little Puck to do for you before somebody finds out?"

"Would you stay out of my head. I didn't say I was going to tell them now did I? I was thinking about it. I mean Alex can keep a secret and my mother would just freak out." She watched as he made himself comfortable on her bed. "And who said you were sleeping in my bed? I know it wasn't me." That small fact hadn't disracted her from his offer. Technically Puck was hers to command. The smile was back as the inner prankster started to jump up and down in her head. Ana shook her head slowly. "You know it would probably be very bad for me to probably do something like use you or your powers. I'll have to think about it."

Setting the now empty wine glass Ana grabbed her robe and headed into her bathroom. Before closing the door she shot Puck a look, "And no peeking, unless you want to find out how much like my dear aunt I can be."The door then closed, but the sound of the lock, turning never came. Instead the sound of the watr running came as Ana let the bathroom fill with steam. Gods this was...insane. Puck was in her house. Not just in her house and on her bed. Who knew he'd actually more handsome in the flesh compared to ink and paint?

Did the powers that be really expect her to be able to not only control him, but herself and her libido as well? Sure why not. Why not just as her to walk the Grand Canyon in high heels as well. Stripping her clothes off, she slid under the hot spray of water to think.

Puck waited just long enough so she could disrobe. He had never gotten the chance to see Elisa naked and her threat had sounded much more like an invitation to him. He floated silently to the door and opened it quickly slipping inside. Elisa had been facing away from the door and before she could around Puck was right up behind her whispering in her ear. "I'd risk you having inherited your aunt's temper to see this." He hovered so close she could feel him without his actually touching her anywhere and he was sure she could feel his breath on her skin. "Besides, I'd wager Elisa was a bore compared to you in more ways than one."

It had been quite lonely in the dark and if he was going to be stuck with Ana there was no reason they couldn't be friends. Besides though he hadn't noticed before now, she was quite alluring and a slight bulge was starting to form in his pants.

Ana shook her head and looked back at him as she wipd water from her face, "You're a pushy one you know that. I bet I could make you do a variety of things in payback, but that would be mean and I am far from that. As for whether my Aunt is good in the sack I suggest you go ask Goliath." Ana shot Puck a grin, if he knew Elisa then he knew her mate and they both knew Golitah would probably try and take Puck's head off for even daring to ask such a thing. Licking her lips, Ana found heerself having a hard time thinking straight around him. When had she been this worked up to be around any man? Hell when had she been ready to jump someone she barely knew?

Letting her eyes dip she could see his cock growing. Licking her lips again Ana smirked. "Well since you decided to be bad, you'll have to pay the price. Clothes off and hands to your sides. You can watch but you can't touch. Not even yourself." Unlike before Ana's voice waas firm, even though it was colored with lust. This time she was giving him a command she actually expected him to obey to the letter. Aunt Elisa would never do something like this, only because the two of them couldn't fit in the shower together.

Puck was a bit surprised to hear her actually order him, but he had no choice, but to do as she said. "If you're sure you want these hands at my side that's where they'll be," he said in a matter of fact tone. Lights began to sparkle around his body and when they were gone so were his clothes. "Was this what you had in mind, Mistress Ana?" he asked her, scoffing.

Most of his body was devoid of hair and his skin was smooth. His partially erect cock bobbed slightly at suddenly being unrestricted and he smiled as he felt her eyes trace over his body.

"Not much, just to show you what happens when you come in without a direct invitation Puck." Ana turned her head and reached for the body wash. Squeezing a healthy amount into here hand she started to lather her body up. At 5'7 Ana was lean with just the hint of curves. Her now soap hand ran over her breasts. They weren't large, but they weren't small either, the perfect fit for any man's hands. Her dark nipples peaked out at Puck, tempting him to come closer as she continued to spread the soap around. Spreading her legs, Ana sighed softly and let her hands slide over her hips and thighs first and then towards her cunt. She only had a faint patch of hair, the rest having been waxed away.

Smiling at him Ana made a show of bending this way and that as her suds covered fingers reached every inch of her. When she was done, she reached behind herself to grab the detachable shower head and began to rinse. The spray coursed over her, washing away every last bit of soap.

His cock was hardening and not being able to do anything about it was maddening. “Such a cruel mistress I have found,” he murmured as he watched her. “Why do you torture poor Puck so? You know you can have fun with me. I could become anyone you wanted if I am not enough for you. Surely there is someone you've always wanted, lusted after and I could be him or her I suppose.” He was desperate now. He had never wanted a mortal woman so badly and now he was bound to her. If she never touched him Oberon had found a punishment worse than anything he'd imagined. He spiraled his body around hers as she rinsed herself off, hands still at his side never touching her. “Please Ana, have mercy.”

Ana would have kept teasing him if not for the look on his face and the need in his voice. Puck was like a man dying of thirst and there was a water bottle just out of reach. Ana replaced the shower head and leaned into Puck when he was in reach again. "No one worth wanting Puck. No one with a sense of humor like mine." She was pushing him back into the wall slowly, her hand on his chest. It snaked up his chest and curled into his long white hair. Leaning forward Ana ran her tongue over his lips, "No one who is as devious as you."

She tugged him closer as her mouth found his. Her free hand stole down between them and curled her hand around his cock, pumping it a few times. Who in their right mind would want him to be someone else? The fact Puck was more than a story, made her cunt drip. Maybe having him around wouldn't be such a problem after all. "You can move your hands now"

When Ana told him there was no one worth wanting he nearly cried thinking his fate was sealed, but then she licked his lips and pushed him against the wall. Her words, her hand in his hair, and the tugs on his cock were all almost too much for him. She wanted him for who he was. It was odd, but almost always people only wanted him for his magic if they wanted him there at all. He moaned a bit as she tugged on his cock, and snapped back into reality. He snuggly grasped her ass with one hand and spinning them in the air just above the ground and pinned her to the wall. He slipped his legs between her spreading them and braced her against the wall with his free hand. His throbbing cock waited just touching her pussy. Even with all of the wonderfully warm water pouring over them he could feel a drip of something coming from her travel slowly down his cock. “Tell me you want it Ana,” he told her. He wasn't certain, but he felt that without her direct consent he couldn't enter her.

Ana let her eyes run down him, his cock just barely touching her cunt. She wanted him, he wanted her, but as long as she technically owned him, Puck couldn't do anything to her that she didn't want. "I want it and if you don't fuck me I am going to scream and send you back to Oberon." She curled her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his hips, trying to pull him into her. "Please Puck its been too damn long." She rolled her hips making the head of his cock slide into her, a shiver ran through her whole body as he stretched her open. Fuck it had been awhile. Ana moaned and looked at him, her eyes locked on his.

"Fuck me."

“Oh I want you to scream,” he told her mischievously, “but please don't send me back to that bastard.” With that he thrust into her. So wet and tight. He fucked her hard, his balls coming up and slapping against her. She felt better than any, even of the third race, ever had. “If you fuck me like this,” he moaned to her, “I will always be your personal trickster, I promise.”

A mix of a laugh and a moan came rolling out of her throat as he thrust hard and fast into her, "Don't make promises during sex. They never last." That was something Ana had learned the hard way one too many time. Puck was no mortal man. Eventually h was going to want his freedom to come and go when he pleased and she had no intention of getting her hopes up.

Her nails sank into his shoulders as her back arched away from the wall. Fuck he felt good. Almost too good. She couldn't tell if Puck was just really strong or using his powers to hold her up, because any human with his build would not have been able to keep a good grip on her. Of course she liked that lean and deadly build of his.

"As for whether this is going to happen more than once we'll have to see."

"I might come and go," he grunted, "but I will always have tricks for you." She retained so much control as they fucked. He couldn't even tell if she was teasing him or being serious when she hinted that this would be the last time. Her nails ripping into her back felt exquisite. He didn't want this to be the last time, but if she was serious he was going to enjoy it. He whipped his head back, his hair flinging out, and then practically lunged for her neck and bit down. Not hard enough to break skin or draw blood, but hard just the same. He thrust himself deep into her. Was she wrapped around his finger or was he wrapped around hers. The question poked at him for a moment before he decided he didn't care and just kept fucking her.

Ana let out a small scream as his teeth found her flesh. At the same time her cunt spasmed hard around her. Later she would yell at him being in her head again, but at the moment she was only going to yell if he stopped. It was a good thing her walls were so thick otherwise her neighbors would have gotten a real show as Ana's moan grew to the point that they were bouncing off the walls. She clawed at his back more as he thrust harder and faster into her. If this was all some dream she really didn't want to wake up and go back to the real world that was lonely and sexless.

Puck's teeth had her skin racing as he pushed her closed to cumming. She was going to end up and puddle of goo on the shower, Ana was sure of it

His teeth in her neck. Her nails in his back. His cock in her cunt. Exquisite pain and pleasure. He couldn't help it any longer and there wasn't enough thought left to ask for permission. He came in her hard, shooting jet after jet of hot cum deep into her. As he did she came as well. It was intense draining every last drop from him. Slowly the two wafted down on the shower floor. His teeth left her neck and he slid himself out of her. He was exhausted, but he couldn't help, but ask, "What's next?"

Ana blinked her eyes a few time, trying to get the room from spinning after their explosive orgasm. After a few moment she could actually get her mind in working order to answer him. "Bed. After the day I've had sleep is the only thing on my mind at the moment." She gave him a soft kiss, "You can do what you want as long as it doesn't involve anything that is going to make me want to smack you." once her legs no longer felt like jelly Ana got to her feet dragging Puck with her. A quick rinse under the now cool water and she hopped out reached for a towel and start to dry off.

If Puck hadn't sunk his teeth into her neck, Ana might have been driven to think this was all just a dream. Even for her family, the idea of a magical being, bound to a book and then freed by a little limerick was just too out there. As she dried off she noticed Puck watching her in the mirror that ran from wall to wall. "What?"

"I've spent so long alone doing absolutely nothing," he said giving her a disappointed look, "Tell me we aren't stopping here. I've what feels like decades of energy to burn. We should go out or, or something." He felt like he wouldn't need to sleep for a long time and though for a moment he'd felt drained, he once again felt like he would burst through the ceiling if he didn't find something to do with himself. He flew to Ana's feet hugging them. "Please, I feel like I'm burning up inside. There has to be more we can do."

Damn if Ana didn't have the heart to tell him no. With a sigh she dropped the towel on his head, "Fine we will go out for a little while, but not all night. Some of us do have jobs you know. And we are stopping for coffee." Shaking her head she headed back into the bedroom to find fresh clothes. Pulling out a pair of skin tight black jeans Ana grabbed a bra and a black cotton blouse and slowly started to get dressed.

"Oh by the way, since you know my Aunt and the others, then you've been used to New York for awhile. Well instead of plenty of water we have plenty of sand here in Arizona. Phoenix to be exact." Her hair was still damp so she pulled it back into a ponytail.