A Walk in the Woods...

[ShireWolfe]

Gasping, Rose's emotions turned from outrage and fury at the Erlking's treatment of Ember, to a look of complete shock. Ember was -agreeing- to his advances? Her wings fluttering, her hands covering her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the vile monster that was pressed up against her red-haired cousin. How could she endure his touch, much less agree to be -used- by the imp wearing a poor disguise of an unseelie.

"Ember..." She whispered, horror, disgust, and shock clearly painted on her face as she shrunk away, as if physical distance from the Erlking would make it go away. "Don't do this, Ember..."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wyndee

The look of shock and utter disgust on Rose's face, matched Wyndee's own thoughts on the idea of any of the Muryan touching her. She was heartened when the queen had made her own preferences concerning a forced bridesdom clear but if their king was the basis for the rest of them, she didn't have high hopes in being able to go unmolested.

She sipped her nectar sparingly, her eyes darting over the dancers and musicians as she forced down bite after bite of delicately prepared feast food. This was going to be a horrible feast, no matter how the queen worked to change the outcome.

Her eyes were drawn to the other fey women, the coolness that was Winter and the warmth of Embers, the solicitude of Rose. Ach, if only it weren't needful to worry about the baby population. Wyndee sighed, allowing the voices to drift over her, glad for the nonce, that she was so unlike the others.

 

[monique_minx]

"Don't be so accusing, my shiny white one. Are you sure your ... sister ... twin sister! Mmm, delightful! Were was I? Oh yes. Don't you think she may have liked it a tiny bit? By the way, you look nicer also with less cloth hiding your fair skin, my dear."

An angry blush lit Winter's cheeks as the Erlking addressed her attire, her outer skirt gone to reveal the sheer white material beneath it. She felt Ember pull away and watched as she nodded her consent to the Erlking, Winter looked away, fury and anger welling deep within her as she fought to control herself.

She gritted her teeth as the Queen went on about Ember and she folded her arms, bristling at her sister's decision. Winter should have known what she would do but still she turned her head away and refused to see her sister consent to such a thing.

She wanted to run from the hall in that moment and fly off to the nearest snowy mountain but she knew she would have to remain for the festivities. Still she was nothing like her sister and wouldn't allow one of the Muryan to lay a hand on her let alone the Erlking himself!

 

[Ravenloft]

Camdon was as surprised by Ember's ascent to having the Erlking bed her as the fae women were. So much so that when he stood to challenge it he dropped the facade of drunkeness that he had been wearing up until that moment. "To the devil with your rites and rituals, it is one thing for a woman, any woman, be she human, or be she fae, to entertain a loveless union. But how can you allow yourself to lay with a man that has sullied your virtue? One you so clearly hate?"

 

[slippedhalo]

Embers looked into each of the faces of outrage and confusion and her face showed them she understood their feelings and was moved that they felt so protective over her. She then addressed the human, "Sir...I will do what I must to keep the festival happy and safe for the others. My sacrifice is a small one if it keeps the Muryan from harming or forcing themselves upon any of my kith and kin here."

Her eyes travelled to The Erlking's and she shuddered, "It isn't as if you don't already know how dispised and dreaded you are. I will not hide it from you or pretend to like you at all. I will only endure you to allow others their freedom."

 

[Tarakin]

Anger, outrage, fury - an orgiastic wave of emotion delighted the Erlking after the female fey understood what Ember had offered the Erlking. Ah, it felt so good to be among the Seelie. But best of all was the helplessness that laid underneath the angry emotions, it was like the sweet nectar of a freshly vivisected flower. Even the Muryan's could smell such strong emotions, their faces showing nothing, but their backs being even straighter than before. This was an almost enthusiastic display for them, one the Erlking had last seen when they had dealt with the brownies. The Erlkings eyes rested on the human for a moment, and even he seemed to be shocked. But somehow his emotions were clouded, not as easily readable as those of the fey, woven in strange patterns and without the familiar traces of magic. Oh well, it didn't matter. Even the Seelie would know that he simply couldn't be allowed to survive after what he had seen.

Ember's words did bring the Erlking back to the presence. He almost rolled his eyes after her predictable speech.

"Oh, naturally, little fey. I know all of this. 'You can just take my body, not my soul, I despise you even more now, I only do it for the greater good... ' I've heard all this before. Guess what? I'll have my fun, and maybe you'll have some also, there are those who like what I've in mind for you, even if they are few. Either way, I don't care. But," the Erlking now raised his voice and addressed the whole audience,

"of course every femlae fey who wants to is invited to join my special dance with this hotblooded firewing after our meal is completed!"

He looked at Winter and continued, barely more than whispering now,

"Especially her delightful sister, who's not so different from her twin than she might think. Do I smell a tiny bit of curiosity here, oh icy one? A bit of temptation maybe, to let yourself be free of any responsibility or all those other burden, to be simply a woman, if but for a little time?"

 

[slippedhalo]

"Enough..." interrupted Queen Waterdancer. "I myself have to say the only worry I have is that you will let your legion take her as well and that is not a fair deal to her at all. Just crunching the numbers shows how dangerous a game that is. So, I ask..." her breath trembled before she asked the next question, her eyes pleading with her females to assist their dear 'sister' in her plight to save them all. "...how many volunteers will it take to sufficiently keep your Muryan well behaved and to ensure you will not force any of the other non-volunteers into sexual submission?"

 

[Tarakin]

"Thanks for your kind offer, my Queen," the Erlking answered with but a hint of sarcasm, his eyes not leaving Winter. His voice was very audible in the sudden quietness.

"We are not a greedy people. One fey volunteer for every two Muryan soldiers will be enough, there are so many ways to enjoy a Seelie that we can share. In addition one volunteer for each of my lieutnants, two for my vice, and four for me, you and your daughter among them. As I said, we are no greedy people. Do we have a deal?"

 

[slippedhalo]

Waterdancer's expression fell as the color faded from her cheeks. She looked over at White-Lightly who's lovely expression was unreadable but her eyes were resolute as they held her's. Her brave child would do anything to save her people, brave, stupid, brave...Waterdancer was both proud and dismayed. She looked around as slowly fae began to stand up from their tables, at first hesitantly and then more and more confidently as they saw they were not alone in this ordeal.

White-Lightly spoke, "If my mother is in I am as well. I will not allow her to suffer this alone. My people are my priority."

"Baby, no..." breathed Waterdancer, her heart breaking at this strong speech but her daughter interrupted her whisper with a hand up and a shake of her head.

"Mother. It will be alright." she said simply.

Waterdancer's eyes teared up but she turned her anguish into cold anger and then calculation, "Your number is too high. From those I see standing it still leaves us short by a handful. It must suffice."

 

[monique_minx]

"Especially her delightful sister, who's not so different from her twin than she might think. Do I smell a tiny bit of curiosity here, oh icy one? A bit of temptation maybe, to let yourself be free of any responsibility or all those other burden, to be simply a woman, if but for a little time?"

Winter snorted at his words, "You can't tempt me for anything Majesty, I'm not so easily toyed with!"

She crushed the empty flower in her hand and maintained eye contact with him even as the Queen pleaded for volunteers, not this faerie she thought to herself. Even still her eyes drifted to her sister and she gave an inward sigh, Winter wasn't the throw-herself-on-the-sword type for heaven's sake!

She looked away again and folded her arms, an ongoing battle with herself raging inside of her. Her eyes flickered as the Queen spoke again of the deal, she looked at Rose, her wings flaired protectively around her cousin and she gritted her teeth. White-Lightly agreeing as well, Winter's eyes iced over as her anger started rising. She fought to calm herself and the crushed flower in her hand morphed into crushed ice as she released it.

Her eyes finally cleared back to their pale blue colour and she slowly tucked her snowflake like wings away, she stood up from the table unable to keep the defiance from her expression as she nodded to the Erlking.

"For my sister." She said quietly, noticing a few gasps go up from her closer fey friends as this was obviously highly unusual of Winter.

 

[slippedhalo]

All heads turned and regarded the last few volunteers. Amber, Mirroress and finally...Winter stood.

Embers Red felt herself welling up with tears, "No, it was not meant to be this way!" she sobbed but caught herself before actually crying. She knew the sacrifices being made here on this night and their importance.

Queen Waterdancer herself laid her hand on Embers' shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile, "...A male is a male. We weren't very pleased about the necessity of the brownies either,were we? With any luck this will all be over quickly and without any bloodshed due to the bravery of your example and those of us willing to...endure the lusts of the Erlking and his Muryan."

Princess White-Lightly spoke up now, her voice clear and decisive as it rang through the halls. "Let's get this over with, then. We need no pageantry. We all know who the virgins are and who has done this before. No, we will go into this with our heads held high, ladies."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Thank all the Gods that ever were! Wyndee was delighted when the queen asked for volunteers. That meant only those who would willingly allow the Muryan to molest them were taken. The Erlking had asked for an outrageous amount of fey but the queen had stood firm on that point, accepting only those who had stood until only a few were left sitting, herself included.

Luckily, no one noticed her and she withdrew silently to the rear of the hall, her brown skin paled by confusion, disgust and anger. A breeze followed her, whipping her spider silk dress up around her thighs and she brushed it down, her hands shaking when she noted some Muryan looking at her. There was NO way she was going to volunteer, queen or not, friends or not. She would not. No how, no way.

With that thought swirling around her head, she left the hall and headed back to her rooms.

 

[Ravenloft]

While the Muryan who were flanking him were preoccupied with silently chosing which fae woman among those who stood to offer themselves they would be taking Camdon sunk beneath the table and quietly crawled away. He noticed one of the women quickly slipping out of the feast hall and followed her.

Once he was sure they were out of earshot, he called out to her. "M'lady, m'lady, please hold a moment! For the sake of your sisters... We must do something..." What that might be, Camdon had no idea, but somewhere deep in his soul it pained him to know that very shortly a great number of them would willingly suffer indigneties unimaginable to his mind.

 

[slippedhalo]

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[Ravenloft]

Two of the Erlking's favored Muryan, Theurge and Cael came up to flank the Queen in military fasion as she quietly gave Embers Red reassurance. After Princess White-lightly had her say the two Muryan 'escorted' the Queen to her royal bedchambers without a word. The three of them entered her room and Theurge stopped to release the flower petals from the twigs that held them apart, thereby sealing the room from any prying eyes. Cael had marched Waterdancer over to her bed made of leaves and moss which was draped with fine, cured and woven spider silk sheets.

Cael bent over her as he forced her to sit, taking a hand full of her hair and drawing her head back so that her throat was bared to him in a jesture of primal demand for submission. The Muryan lunged for the creamy whiteness of her throat, but instead of tearing into her flesh as one might expect, the beastly Muryan man only sniffed her skin slowly, lustfully before drawing back, chuckling scornfully at her as he turned his eyes upon his comrade.

Theurge turned slowly, watching Cael molest the Queen in his taunting, unpredictable way before speaking. "You must forgive Cael his startling impetuousness, Queen Waterdancer. You see, he is a mute, has been ever since he dared to speak out of line before our last 'king'. His tongue plucked from his mouth by a black plummed raven... But I will speak no more of such dark deeds. Cael, remember your manners... Release the Queen, that she might disrobe..." Theurge said as he paced back and forth before her, pausing but a moment to add. "Unless she wishes us to disrobe her..." There was a hint of hopefulness in Theurge's voice then.

 

[slippedhalo]

Two of the Erlking's favored Muryan, Theurge and Cael came up to flank the Queen in military fasion as she quietly gave Embers Red reassurance. After Princess White-lightly had her say the two Muryan 'escorted' the Queen to her royal bedchambers without a word. The three of them entered her room and Theurge stopped to release the flower petals from the twigs that held them apart, thereby sealing the room from any prying eyes. Cael had marched Waterdancer over to her bed made of leaves and moss which was draped with fine, cured and woven spider silk sheets.

Cael bent over her as he forced her to sit, taking a hand full of her hair and drawing her head back so that her throat was bared to him in a jesture of primal demand for submission. The Muryan lunged for the creamy whiteness of her throat, but instead of tearing into her flesh as one might expect, the beastly Muryan man only sniffed her skin slowly, lustfully before drawing back, chuckling scornfully at her as he turned his eyes upon his comrade.

Theurge turned slowly, watching Cael molest the Queen in his taunting, unpredictable way before speaking. "You must forgive Cael his startling impetuousness, Queen Waterdancer. You see, he is a mute, has been ever since he dared to speak out of line before our last 'king'. His tongue plucked from his mouth by a black plummed raven... But I will speak no more of such dark deeds. Cael, remember your manners... Release the Queen, that she might disrobe..." Theurge said as he paced back and forth before her, pausing but a moment to add. "Unless she wishes us to disrobe her..." There was a hint of hopefulness in Theurge's voice then.

Waterdancer was shocked that The Erlking let his lieutenents take her before he himself did but she had seen his eyes hungrily roaming over Embers Red, her twin, and the queens own dear, brave daughter White-lightly, and she suspected he wanted to take the younger ones first. As she was bent over the bed she stiffened slightly, seeing no point or pleasure in being taken anally and hoping this was not how these brutes would begin her ordeal...But, they turned her around and the scariest one sniffed her as if she were a garden flower. She shivered uncontrollably and bit back the urge to hit him.

As she was ordered to undress and was given room to do so she stood slowly and watched their faces as she engaged them in a waterdance, the room filled with mist as she twirled and the mist fell in fine raindrops upon her audience as she stripped, one item at a time, taking her time with this task so she could emotionally steel herself for the rest to come.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cael took up a piece of Waterdancers shed garments and lifted it to his face, sniffing it as he had her throat. He seemed fixated on her scent. He grinned as he watched the Queen dance, opening his tongueless mouth to hoot lesciviously for her to continue.

Theurge removed his shirt, revealing his scarred chest. It was a white line of long since knitted flesh that went from his left pectoral down across his abdomen, ending just above the hem of his trousers. He watched the Queen as well while she danced, placing his hand low upon his stomach. As her fluid movements aroused him, his hand moved lower and lower, until he had slipped it within his breeches to draw his stiffened maleness free.

Theurge snatched Queen Waterdancer by the wrist and clasped her tightly, drawing her with a insistant jerk toward him, spoiling the delicate rhythm of her dance. "Touch me here..." He insisted with a growl, bringing her hand down against the length of his hot, throbbing erection. Cael honked as if to remind them both of his presence. "Yes, brother, you will have your turn with her... For now, see that she is made... Ready for me..."

Cael nodded, comming up behind the Queen, trapping her between the two of them. His hands crawled agaisnt her skin as he ran them in from her slender hips about her front, low upon her belly. His fingers snaked their way down upon her sex where he rubbed them in circles over her smooth nether-lips.

 

[slippedhalo]

Waterdancer tried not to stiffen and lock up as her dance was interrupted by the first brute who took her wrist and led her hand to his erection. Her expression of distaste did not deter him and she followed his order with silent seething. She was alright with this until she had her personal space invaded by the other who trapped her between he and the first. She had to swallow a silent scream back and stilled, frozen, like a deer caught in a hunter's sight.

She gasped, caught slightly by surprise as hand snaked along her hip and down over her mound to stroke her with unskilled and unloving fingers.
She bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She had to keep promising herself it would be over soon and her race needed this. It became a mantra she repeated silently in her mind as the brutes began to touch her all over and lick and nibble at her white flesh.

 

[Ravenloft]

Theurge was the one who licked the Queen's pale-pink nipples to hardness as Cael left red, crescent marks along the length of her neck and shoulders. His fingers dipping boldly between the petals of her sex, drawing her natural juices up to coat her hooded clit with the silky slickness of it. A droplet of Theurge's precum marred her fingertips as he forced her to stroke his engorged, blood thrumming length.

Looking down, Theurge noticed her fingers glistened from his precum, and with a devilish grin, he guided her hand off him, and toward her mouth. "Taste." He growled, feeling her resist his grasp, he tightened his fist around her wrist, not enough to harm her, but it was obvious now that he could. Cael responded as well, bringing the hand with which he had been lustfully teasing her clit up to her chin, leaving a smear of her own juices traced along the line of her jaw. His hand there made it clear that if she did not willingly part her lips to taste Theurges salty offering upon her fingers, they would part them for her.

 

[slippedhalo]

She wanted to say something...Waterdancer found she had no good reply to a forceful order and it left her feeling weaker than usual. On the verge of tears, she opened her mouth reluctantly, tasting the musk and salt taste of a man's fluid upon her tongue. With a sigh of resignation she pulled gently at the finger inserted into her mouth, sucking at his finger the way she knew some men liked to see, her eyes hooded as she watched his expression soften into a smile. She licked his finger clean and then turned her head, still watching Cael, she licked her own fluids from the fingers of Theurge as well, eliciting a needful but pleased grunt from them both.
Ah, yes...she forgot this was the power of a beautiful woman...It felt better to know she could make them want her more, or make them even orgasm or not if she chose to. She could endure them, or she could take more initiative and have them working to keep up with her...Powerless, hell no! This was more like it!
Bolder now, Waterdancer began to more artfully stroke the cock in her hand with more gusto and again, as Cael's face mirrored pure bliss, she knew she could enjoy controlling the reactions she got out of the males.

 

[Tarakin]

The Erlking

The Erlking nodded to the smooth procedure of the Seelie's selection of volunteers. For once the sunburned had proven to be effective - to his surprise. He had expected more negotiation and the need to display a few of his pointed arguments in form of teeth and nails, but he could accept an easy success also. Smiling he watched his intended prey, the Queen, the Princess and the twins. A good selection. He would start with... well, not the Queen. Let her roast a bit before he turned his attention to her.

Quietly he waved his favored Muryans, Theurge and Cael, toward the Queen to warm her up for him and later bring her, while he guided the younger feys toward the private rooms. He knew exactly where to go, his spies had been quiet effective in getting the lay of the land in preparations for this feast. Soon they arrived in the princess' chambers. What better place to have some fun than here? The princess seemed not to agree, her face almost as white as Winter's, but that only added spice to his meal.

The Erlking's eyes fell on Ember, her eyes still wet from the tears she had shed. "Don't worry," he whispered, carefully tracing that strange Seelie weakness-water with his long fingernail until almost to her full red lips, "I'll have fun for us both."

Laughing silently the Erlking let his hands drop lower, on Ember's soft shoulders and then on her fey breasts, covered by her twins clothes now. Willing the claws even sharper he slowly went down from there, tearing the white cloth to small stripes and shredding the gown below, or what was left of it, but careful not to hurt the delicate flesh beneath the spidersilk. He didn't stop before he was lower than her shapely hips, then he let gravity do the rest of the work, leaving the fire fey with a pile of destroyed clothes around her delicate feet. His eyes had never left hers, wanting to see every emotion on display there, though his felt a certain eagerness to feel the reactions of her twin and her princess also.

"Now our dance may begin, little Seelie," he whispered.

 

[slippedhalo]

White-Lightly was not pleased this was happening in her private chambers. She'd never sleep there again after this.

Embers took a shuddering breath and bit her plump lower lip, watching the progress of the sharpened nail slicing through her lovely clothing as if they were mere vapor. She stood before the frightening fey male naked and exposed, her eyes shining with unshed tears, her anxiety for what was to come making her skin so hot steam was rising off of her body as she shivered.

 

[monique_minx]

Winter begrudgingly followed the Erlking, her sister and White-Lightly off to the Princess' chambers after shooting Rose a worried look. She wandered inside and turned her head away as the Erlking proceeded to shred Ember's clothing and the outer skirt that she'd wrapped around her sister's shoulders.

She balled her fists up and stared at the ground willing herself to maintain control of her powers and her fury welling up inside her. Finally she looked up if only briefly to see her sister standing naked and the Erlking whispering to Ember. She growled softly under her breath and her wings twitched in an irritated manner before she could look no longer and dropped her gaze once again.

 

[Ravenloft]

Theurge's eyes took in every inch of Queen Waterdancer's face as he waited for her to tasted his offering. He noticed her lips move as though she were about to say something, but thought better of it. He saw her eyes gloss over with unshed tears as she seemed to resign herself and finally part her lips to the offering on her dainty fingers.

Theurge still watched her, unblinking, the ghost of a smile forming at the corner of his lips when she began to suck and lick her own fingers clean, lidding her eyes as she did. It was than that she drew Cael's hand sweetly from her chin, cleaning his fingers of her fluids as well.

The two had not expected such willing boldness from her, and so, for a moment were quite disarmed, Cael grunting and Theurge sighing, both in lust. Caels rising erection pressed warmly agaisnt the small of Waterdancers back as he returned the fingers she had just washed clean back upon her venus mound, his other hand comming up from her hip to firmly caress her left breast.

Theurge, who remained in front of her and was once more delighting in the pleasure of the delicate ministrations of Waterdancers hand, threw his head back in an expression of rapture. He reached one hand out to both fondle Waterdancer's right breast as well as steady himself on his feet.

 

[Tarakin]

The Erlking just took a step back to take in Ember's beauty when he heard Winter growl softly. Immediatly he was on alert, a growl being a sure sign of a Muryan challenge to advance in ranks, maybe even toward his own. But then the King relaxed again, remembering his surroundings, remembering it being the Seelie he was confronted with and not a real threat. He almost smiled at his own edgeiness. Must be the steam, he told himself. The red twin was really hot, and in more than one sense. And she looked real great, very feminine, even without having any scar as a prove of her combat-worthiness.

Once again he almost had to laugh at himself. He had been in the midst of Unseelie intrigue for too long it seemed. Combat-worthiness? Expected in the sunfolk? Fat chance for that! He took another sniff and felt the spirit of the fey being at a very low level. White-Lightly seemed to be uncertain at least, Ember was shivering, and even Winter seemed to have lost her fighting spirit after she witnessed her twin losing her clothes.

Time to get the spectators into the fray it seemed.

"Dear princess," the Erlking almost fluted in his best imitation of a honeyed voice, but failing to leave the poison out of it, "would you please remove my clothes for me? Do your mother pride and take a look at a real fey, not just a lowly brownie. But take care of the thorns in my pockets, I don't want blood involved in this for the moment."

He looked at the princess face while saying this, and was rewarded with a shocked look. "Don't worry, dear, if you are eager and skilled, not one unnecessary drop needs to be spilled, this I promise."

Not waiting for a response he turned his eyes back toward Ember, taking her in once more, her gentle curves, her unearthy beauty, her steam. For a moment he wanted to share her hot kiss, but then he sobered up again. There was a certain part of himself he didn't want to burn by what was to follow, and not just his lips. But how to avoid this and still taste the sunfey's fiery nectar? Oh yes! And that would be two flys on the same thorn also! A wicked grin played on his face, just a bit wider than it was natural.

"Winter, please come here. Your sister is such a hottie, I think in preparing her for my pleasure we'll need your special talents. Why don't you kneel down in between us and give your twin's little love-furnace a good, cool lick or two? Give her honey a chance to unvapor. Oh, and take turns, please, I need a little coolness on my personal thorn also seeing your hot sister shivering in anticipation. I heard the Seelie are real good cocksuckers, are they? Time for you to demonstrate!"