A Walk in the Woods...

"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!"

Winter looked up as the Erlking addressed her and was horrified by the words that followed her name in his little ‘request’. She looked at Ember for a moment, her eyes widening and expressing her shock and fury. Her face aflame with a crimson blush that sent goose bumps crawling over her skin, she regarded the Erlking in silence and chose her words very carefully as she fought to maintain control. Winter chose to take it as a joke but there was a very serious touch to her words as she spoke.

“Majesty…you can’t be serious…I won’t…” She spoke evenly, taking breaths to maintain her focus and level headed nature but even she could see she was about to lose her temper and her control over her power.

Instead of moving closer, Winter found herself taking a step back as she was sure that getting near Ember right now would find a dangerous fault in her hardened expression.
 
The Erlking watched the face of winter flushing, and the red color only enhanced her likeness to her twin. Yes, the similarities were few, but they were there, right under the surface. He smiled.

“Majesty…you can’t be serious…I won’t…” Winter stumbled.

"On the contrary, my dear snowflake, I am and you will," he whispered. Reaching out with his hands he caressed the exposed wonderful breasts of Ember with his long sharp nails, trailing the goosebumps, his hand being warmed by her steam. As if by coincidence he stopped with one of his nails right above Ember's sweet nipple and another one right below it. Then he turned his head toward Winter.

"Take a deep breath and keep your powers in check. I'm sure the princess won't like a snowstorm in her chamber, and you won't want to get anyone hurt, last of it your sister, will you?"

The Erlking's nails moved closer together, now almost touching Ember's nipple from above and below.

"You know, a sudden cold may just cramp my hand together. I'm such a sensitive man regarding this. Get composed. And then kneel down, as I've ordered, and start your magic a little more focused. You'll feel relieved unshackeling the powers inside you in tiny doses, I'm sure of that. And your sister may feel relieved inside her also once you start, if for other reasons."

The Erlking laughed once more, then turned serious.

"And now get started, Winter, and you also, princess. You have your orders."
 
Embers felt a distinct pinch and he had barely even begun to press his nails together yet. She bit her lip hard, looking away from both him and Winter. "Don't make her do that. I can't have my sister doing that...I...I can try to calm down...Just give me a minute or two and I will try to compose myself so I am not so hot." she said, tears springing to her eyes at the very notion that this sick, depraved fae would have her own sister go down on her in the efforts to try to cancel out the boiling heat building in her core from her anxiety. Who but a terribly evil male would ever even think of such a thing! She inwardly thought as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on deep breaths. Deep breaths....If she could calm down and bring her temperature down she hoped the Erlking would then not insist on humiliating her sister in such a way as he'd suggested.
 
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.

Queen Waterdancer was pinned and it was a very strange sensation indeed, to have multiple pairs of hands roaming her soft flesh. If she were not so frightened of these males, in another time and place this might have even been a curiously pleasurable sensation....But, not today. On this day she was only very focused on getting this over with and not on pleasure.
 
Princess White-Lightly worked hard to shut out the whispers and worried chatter of the ancestors standing all around whom only she could see and hear. Having such an audience to all things was usually not at all alarming to her. But, to this fiasco of a mating ceremony and the humiliation of having to serve The Erlking himself...She was quite uncomfortable with so many spirits watching and discussing helplessly as it happened before them. She wished she was deaf and blind in this moment jus tto keep from having to see dear departed relatives and friend's faces as he molested poor Embers Red and ordered her to undress him.

Her fingers moved slowly and with care as she removed articles of The Erlking's clothing, she was, indeed not wanting to be stuck with any thorns. Knowing him, his weaponry was poisoned.
 
"On the contrary, my dear snowflake, I am and you will."

Winter winced as he whispered and pinched her sister's nipple, it was almost as if he had touched her himself and the fight renewed for control of herself. She looked at him with blatent hatred, seething as her fingers became to twitch and her eyes started darkening to those familiar icy blocks.

"Take a deep breath and keep your powers in check. I'm sure the princess won't like a snowstorm in her chamber, and you won't want to get anyone hurt, last of it your sister, will you?"

She could've killed him with her glare in that instant but instead took his 'advice' and breathed deep, her eyes returned to their usual pale blue and her fingers stilled as she felt her powers settle again.

"You know, a sudden cold may just cramp my hand together. I'm such a sensitive man regarding this. Get composed. And then kneel down, as I've ordered, and start your magic a little more focused. You'll feel relieved unshackeling the powers inside you in tiny doses, I'm sure of that. And your sister may feel relieved inside her also once you start, if for other reasons."

She exhaled cold air as she let out that deep breath and the white of it was clear to everyone, compose myself?! When he's telling me I have to- but she couldn't even think it to herself let alone do it!

"And now get started, Winter, and you also, princess. You have your orders."

Her eyes narrowed at his order and she barely heard her sister's pleas to him, she shook her head violently and her expression became icy though she maintained control if only just.

"I refuse Majesty." She said firmly, coldly and folded her arms. Though her concern for her sister was evident, it was clear Ember could take care of herself when needed and Winter simply wouldn't do such a thing.
 
Theurge succumbed to the talented embrace of Queen Waterdancer's silky smooth hand, jetting his spendings upon the floor as he was lost to groans of pleasure. Spent and already growing soft within her hand, he practically melted upon her bed, lucky to have made it that far.

He lay, looking somewhat stricken and altogether star-eyed as he watched his 'brother' Cael turn the queen about to face him and trapped her in the circle of his arms. "Haff mee ow!" Cael grunted, in a startling attempt at speech without a tongue.
 
Theurge succumbed to the talented embrace of Queen Waterdancer's silky smooth hand, jetting his spendings upon the floor as he was lost to groans of pleasure. Spent and already growing soft within her hand, he practically melted upon her bed, lucky to have made it that far.

He lay, looking somewhat stricken and altogether star-eyed as he watched his 'brother' Cael turn the queen about to face him and trapped her in the circle of his arms. "Haff mee ow!" Cael grunted, in a startling attempt at speech without a tongue.

She had no idea how to even respond to that. But as he pulled her closer Waterdancer had a feeling she knew what was on his mind. She braced herself against Cael, her wings spreading in reflex to keep her upright as it seemed he had every intention of trying to take her whilst still standing.
 
Cael bore the Queen up off her feet in his arms and stepped forward so that her rump came evenly upon her bed, right next to where Theurge lay. "Comfor-abo?" Cael asked and Theurge began to chuckle over the Queen's apparent lack of understanding. He clairified for her. "He's asking if you're comfortable."
 
ooc: I thought the inarticulate one was Theurge?

IC:

Waterdancer shuddered and looked up into his eyes, "Enough with the games. Just tell me what you want so we can get this over and done with." she said, her voice still holding the commanding tone of royalty even despite the humiliation of the situation. She was regal and poised.
 
OOC: Nope, it's Cael who's sans tongue. Theurge is the one with a scar along his chest.

IC:

Theurge sat up sharply sneering at the Queen for her tone. He looked like he might strike her, but with an icy calm, he spoke instead. "Maybe you can get away with such an attitude with others, but you aught not ride your high horse whilst my brother, Cael, shows you the courtesy of comfort." Cael held up a hand to stop Theurge and spoke himself, straining to form each syllable as intelligably as he could. "Engo game, I jus wah you coo ejoy coo."
 
Pushing a stray strand of blue hair back behind a pointed ear Waterdancer could feel her face heating up with the flush of her anger mixed with embarassment. "Enjoyment...will be seeing you two and your compatriots leave here when all is said and done and knowing my females will be safe again from any further molestations for at least another quarter year."
 
Theurge laughed bitterly as Cael looked stricken by the queens cold words. "You see Cael, there is no point in treating seelie women kindly. They are all far too superior to willingly accept the likes of us." Theurge was up on his knees behind the queen, his hands braced upon her shoulders, his lips against her ear. "What you want from her, you must take." He growled. Cael frowned and shook his head, stepping away from the bed. Theurge scoffed as he let go of the Queen. "Have it your way, brother. You are free to go, Queen, he won't take you against your will, and I am spent."
 
The Erlking smiled when White-Lightly did indeed spring into action and started to undress him, taking care not to come too close toward his poisoned thorns. Ember also seemed to be willing to follow his orders, if in a different way, since she tried to calm down on her own before letting her twin do her the favor. He eyed her closely watching her for sign if the shedding of his clothes would maybe giving the fey troubles to cool down.

Whatever the results of his bodily charms on Ember may have been or not been, the observation was interrupted by Winter's next words.

"I refuse Majesty."

Since Winter had indeed tried to follow his orders in the beginning and tried to cool down - or was that, in her special case, to heat up? - the Erlking was surprised by her blunt refusal. His head darted in her direction, and on instinct his fingers snapped closer. Luckily for Ember they didn't close altogether, for their sharpness would have really hurted the fey of fire, but nonetheless he had a more than firm grip on her nipple now, making her gasp. The king ignored Ember, his eyes still fixed upon the insolent winged whelp, his eyes narrowing. With a supreme effort he got his violent temper into control.

"You refuse?" the Erlking asked whispering. He rolled Ember's nipple between his claws, just a bit more forceful than necessary, still watching Winter. Then his eyes started to gleam, and a smile slowly spreading on his face as if caused by a pleasant surprise.

"So you don't care about your twin? How unseelielike..." his voice trailed away, the smile widening.

"Maybe there is hope for you for more than just a bit of sexual pleasure. Say, would you be interested in accompaning me to my court once I'm done here? I'm sure we'll find a good place for someone like you, someone with a healthy sense of selfishness, something with your coldness, there. Conversions are rare, but they have happened, and a new member of the Court of Night is always been given a very high rank." The Erlking watched Winter closely. He was so fixed on the white fey that even his claws were more gentle now, almost caressing Ember's nipples. Then he turned toward the princess, his voice the purest honey.

"White-Lightly, dear, thank you for undressing me. You have very skillfull fingers. Would you mind stroking me with them and getting me ready while Winter thinks about my offer and her sister cools down a bit more? Me thinks little Ember is steaming again, but that is known to happen when faced with betray... when faced with new circumstances."
 
Winter’s eyes lit up with concern for her sister as the Erlking tightened his fingers and Ember gasped because of it. She wondered if she’d just put her sister in danger as the Erlking mentioned that she didn’t seem to care for her twin. She recoiled both physically and mentally at his mention of joining him in his court, completely taken aback by his words as her eyes widened and Winter stifled the gasp of surprise. She could not even conceive of how awful the thought of accompanying him to his court would be and she would never leave her Fey brethren; the man was out of his damn mind!

Winter took a sudden step forward as the Erlking addressed White-Lightly and she could not miss his unmistakeable tone of voice, she grumbled and looked away a moment to regain her control before she stared him straight in the face; glaring.

“I would not join you in your court Majesty and I do care for my sister a great deal. She is aware of it or else I would not be in this room; of that I can assure you! I refuse to do the sordid thing you wish of me and so disgusted that I cannot even put it to words!” Winter spat her tone angrily and continued, “I am here for Ember and no other reason as I told you in the hall, she knows this because she knows me. I’ll not do something so vulgar.”

Winter was almost in utter disbelief of herself in that moment but she stood her ground firmly though she now found herself with great desire to turn tail and run. Her eyes still held his though she wished to look at Ember just once and reassure her sister, her power reached out and the softest cool air wrapped around Ember’s wrist to tell her everything Winter could not say before it quickly withdrew so she could control herself.
 
Embers was shivering now, the sensations to her nipple were so painful and yet...she felt herself moistening in the most embarrassing of places. This made her cheeks heat up again with a blush and she had to will the heat to dissipate. Winter was making things difficult, she was but Embers was not upset over it. She knew her sister and knew her heart. It wasn't out of disloyalty to her twin, it was fear. The same fears which Winter ran from often froze Embers in place. They were so different in that way. And one, so dominant while the other was quietly submissive behind her confident, easy going facade...Embers felt her little bit of control slipping. As much as she hated The Erlking, he was also doing something to her she could not deny felt...almost nice. And, her inner turmoil translated itself to trembles.

White-Lightly looked down to where The Erlking suggested she stroke him and she spat. But, then her expression softened to sadness and she asked gently, "If I touch it will you stop hurting Embers Red?"
 
"I would not join you in your court Majesty and I do care for my sister a great deal. She is aware of it or else I would not be in this room; of that I can assure you! I refuse to do the sordid thing you wish of me and so disgusted that I cannot even put it to words! I am here for Ember and no other reason as I told you in the hall, she knows this because she knows me. I’ll not do something so vulgar."

The Erlking went angry when he heard the difficult bitch refusing his generous offer of joining his court. He was about to reply with more than just words when he was interrupted at the last possible moment by the princess' soft question.

"If I touch it will you stop hurting Embers Red?"

That refocused the King on the other fey in the room. He was a bit confused at the wording, for he hadn't even started to hurt the fiery fey, but then he nodded curtly. It was a promise easily made, for stopping what he did was easy - as was resuming it when it pleased him. As an additional sign he removed his nails from the stiff and shivering nipple. He could smell Ember's fear, that - and more. Was it... arousal?

The Erlking decided to take his chances on this, and slowly let his nails trail downwards, careful not to hurt Ember, who shivered even more the lower he got. His nail trailed her smooth stomach, went down to her hips and then, describing a slow half circle, went over her thigh and toward her feminine center. There he touched her female gate with his fingertip, very carefully, preparing for the heat. In spite of this, he almost sucked his breath in when he made contact. This fey was really hot!

Immediatly he removed his finger, but, to is own surprise, it wasn't burnt, just a bit reddened. And he saw the reason also: A tiny honeydrop was on his fingertip, cooling it. He arched his eyebrow, then slowly presented his finger to Winter.

"Look at this, my cool fey. It looks like your twin doesn't seem to see my order as something vulgar or disgusting. In the contrary, the idea seems to ... inspire her." He paused to let that thought sink in, meanwhile stepping backward to get into reach of the princess again, stepping beside her. There he reached for her royal hand and placed it on his cock, then his fingers went to the princess lower regions, touching her through her thin clothes and starting to rub her femininity in slow tight circles. Finally he adressed Winter once more.

"Maybe you are refusing your twin a favour?"
 
Winter was horrified at the idea that her sister could be enjoying such things but long before the Erlking presented her with the evidence; Winter could sense the heat in her sister and knew it was true. She turned her back on the three of them and folded her arms, fighting for a single strand of control over her power as ice spread across the floor. She closed her now opaque eyes and took a deep breath, the ice receded slowly and returned to the source - her.

She opened her pale eyes again and turned around as her frustrations with the Erlking continued to grow and icicles appeared in her blue tresses, feeding on her anger and resented until they split off and dropped to the floor in tiny splashes. She chose to cut to the chase as this game was getting under her skin something awful.

"I'm denying my sister nothing obviously Majesty. She seems quite content." She watched the blush spread over Ember's cheeks again and wondered if she'd truly cut into her sister or if that was merely her power and arousal. "However if you're content with White-Lightly and Ember, I see no reason for me to be here..." She trailed off and arched a brow, praying he'd just tell her to leave but she knew she couldn't without permission. She was also still concerned for her sister but she was humiliated enough for the pair of them and desperately wanted out of the room in that moment.
 
Wyndee

She heard the human male as he came behind her, his voice taut with worry and something like despair, probably for the females the Erlking had taken. Wyndee ignored him, offering him only a neagtive shake of her head before continuing on her way. She would not rush to the rescue of those females who willingly offered themselves to the Muryan. They had a choice, just as she had. They chose to be brave. She would not sully their efforts by refusing to let them BE brave.

Finally she reached her own apartments and stripped her clothes away, letting them fall by the wayside as she looked for something more comfortable, more appropriate to her plans, to wear. She found leggings, knee high mouse leather boots, a heavy shirt and her hunting bow. Dressing with fevered intensity, she sat down to make sure her arrows had good fletching. She needed to think, she needed a plan.
 
Camdon was stunned, the fae woman, Wyndee had only shook her head no and departed. It was true that the way of the Fae was a mystery to him, so, he would not question it, but he was compelled to offer one last thought as Wyndee rounded a corner, but was still within ear shot. "At least you could rally the Brownies by telling them what foul things must be being done to their festival-mates by these... Muryan!"

Camdon didn't know if that would have any impact on the woman or not, only hoped that it might, as he didn't know the way to the Brownies. If he did, he would have gone himself. As it was, a grim determination came over him as he drew his sword, wreathed in blue flame and stepped toward the nearest bedroom door. He'd had no formal training with the blade, but life on the street had a way of teaching one such things as well.

"Have it your way, brother. You are free to go, Queen, he won't take you against your will, and I am spent." Someone, one of the Muryan men said, cooly, from the other side of the door at which Camdon stood. "The Queen..." Camdon repeated under his breath, surprised by his good fortune to so quickly stumble upon this particular room. Perhaps, if he could free her, by killing the muryan within, if he had to, he could convince her to... What? Violence? He doubted that, but he had to do something... So, he burst into the room, brandishing his blade, shouting for them to drop their weapons.
 
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