Faery Fornication

Sunlit Shadows

It was a meeting set behind closed doors. The Summer King, despite a great distaste for being out of reach from his fey, was not so weak that he had to refuse an invitation to the Dark King's abode. The Summer King's hair was a painting of a sunset sky, mixing reds and golden orange falling to his sholders, his eyes were emeralds of the earth and the radiance of life, and his skin was tanned like the sun personally kissed his every cell.

He was lead to a private chamber by one of the Dark King's hounds. The Dark King was a temptation of darkness by look and presence. His hair was of shadows with hidden streaks of red peeking through and his eyes were clouded like smoke, depths of blue shining underneath.

"Marius." The Dark King greeted as the hound closed the door behind them.

"Sirius." The Summer King returned the greeting.

"Sit." The Dark King gestured across from him. "You wished to speak."

"I did." Marius took a seat. "Several of my fey were injured by yours."

"Is that so?" The look on Sirius' face was neither concerned nor dismissive. He looked as if he was testing Marius, but for what the Summer King did not know.

"I want my fey safe." Marius said. "I also want them free. I won't keep my fey cloistered or fearful of anyone."

"Is that a threat?" The shadows of the room encircled him; some hanging over him like an entranced lover, others hovering threatheninglyehind, unseen eyes on Marius.

"A proposition." Sirius raised an eyebrow to these words. Marius continued. "Our courts are not so different. We like to indulge, to be unhindered." Sunrises were in Marius' eyes and the scent of heavy perfumed flowers and sweet temptatons that beg one to lounge and forget oneself filled the room as the Summer King reminsced of fond memories.

Sirius licked his lips and leaned toward Marius, too much interest lighting his eyes. A few shadow maidens brushed Marius casually, his hand or face as if in passing, but those few touches illected strong responses. The Shadow maidens were reflections of the Dark King, both concious and subconcious. For Sirius' purpose, their touch to Marius was of darkness and lust. A low pulse of sunlit lit Marius' skin, night blooming flowers filled his eyes and perfumed the air as if promising soon to be told secrets. Not to mention a delicious taste of emotion that whet Sirius' appetite. 'Summer could be very pleasing to me.' Sirius thought. He briefly contemplated the idea of sunlight and shadows as he leaned forward, hand close to Marius's.

"You want Dark Court secrets?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know how your court perfers to... sustain itself." Marius chose his words carefully. "Whether it is the acts or the corruption, it matters not. It is Summer, the time our passion and power peaks, and I'd like not to worry about an eclipse to our sun." The Summer King was keeping his offere light, though he was pushing for acceptance. He did want the chance to be unhindered and worry free, but he also desired an ally of the Dark Court. Sirius was quite aware of the other man's intention, but decided to playalong for his own purposes.

"A Dark Summer." Sirius announced. "This is what I shall give."

"A single Summer?" Marius hedged.

Sirius stood and offered a dark smirk. "At your revels tonight my fey will be in attendance."

Marius felt this was a trap, but also a challenge, and he liked challenges. He was an impulsive and passion invested king, but he was no fool where his fey were concerned. "You'll not spill the blood of my fey tonight. That is my condition."

"Accepted." Sirius's eyes lingured on the Summer King until even he became uncomfortable, though he didn't show it. "Someone will see you out."

A hound arrived to escort the Summer King away.

It was mid-afternoon when the revels began, Summer fey both inside their clubs, outside and riverside. The revel would last all night and the king would be sure to get around to all locations. Various places had attracted mortals into the fray, some specifically inticed and others unable to resist the excitement radiating from the Summer fey. A few Summer girl's danced in circles around bespelled mortals who became drunk off their attention as if it were a most enticing wine.

A group of fey clustered around the fountain, looking like floral paintings in motion. They had rose petal skin, each a varied in color and shades from periwinkle to bright red, legs like roots that intertwined with the ground. Leaves flowed from their head like hair, similar to the thin hanging branches of weeping willows. Impossible sounds came from their lips as they sang, enticing both mortals and fearies. They swayed like beings of the wind or sunbathed, weaving glamour to make themselves look like patches of flowers on the ground.

Solitaries mingled with the frolicing Summer fey, as well as a few water from the fountain and river. Multiple fearies carried Summer wine all about, eager for the wild abadon brought on by Summer.

"Dance with me now, my king? Before others steal away our attentions." Ether, one of the Summer Kings advisors held a hand out to him. She was like a candle, the flame of golden, red tipped hair styled into elaborate upward twist. She had translucent white skin glowed with faint fires as if she were filled with fireflies, flames that grew brighter in anger or happiness, eyes that reflected volcanic explosions when near or touching her King. She was aglow as he took her hand, both eager to be the symbol of celebration and marry make.

It was a subtle thing for Marius to notice at first, the dark fey that mingles with his own. Still, the feistivities were undauntered, even as night brought more dark fey unrestricted behavior.

"We could show you a thing or two about throwing a party, though this isn't bad." A succubus smiled at him, preceeding the Dark King.

Marius was practically pleasure drunk off his feeling and the revoicing that he could feel from his fey. He was aglow, spilling sunlight onto everyone and everything he touched, permeating the air with scents of long Summer night and lazy mornings.

Sirius reached a hand toward Marius's own, sending shivers of fear and pleasure through the sunlit king. He inhaled deeply, swallowing both the taste and smells that radiated from Marius. "You cause deep cravings in me." Sirius admitted.

Marius groaned. He wasn't certain what was altering his feelings more. Was it the Dark King? The revel? His fey? Summer? He didn't know and wasn't entirely sure that he cared. He closed his eyes against both thought and feeling, opening them to find the Dark King much closer than previous. Marius was against an oak tree now, the Dark King's hands holding his wrist.

"I desire you." Sirius whispered. The sound was of screams of horror and giggles of pleasure, euphoric moans and painful groans. Part of Marius wondered if the sound was an illusion or cries of his fey. He didn't truly have time to contemplate it, however, as the Dark King claimed his lips. It was irrisitable, the taste of shadows and sunlight, sweet and tangy in his mouth. He devoured the temptuos lips as fully as he could, breaking the hold the other man had on him to pull him closer.

Their clothing caught fire as Sirius held Marius's face to his own and tore at the burned fabrics. Marius's hands ached for the other man's skin, but before he could grab hold of anything other than cloth, Sirius had his hands pinned above his head. Sirius was the stronger of the two, keeping Marius sufficiently pinned. He then ripped the burned and singed cloth away from Marius enough to claim his prize.

Marius gasped, shivered, feeling himself in the hands of the Dark King. Sirius stroked the other king tantalizingly slow, feasting on the lust of his captive. Marius couldn't stanch the steady stream of sounds that escaped him. Sirius bit into the too hot skin of Marius's neck, sucking and licking the tender spot he created, ignoring both the burning of his tongue and the blinding light that flashed from Marius.

Finally, once Marius couldn't take the teasing torture, he broke from Sirius's grip, pulling the older the older king flush to his flesh. His hands roamed over the other man's skin, dripping sunlight all over his body and burning his hands into Sirius's skin. Marius pushed Sirius to the ground, claimed his lips, and grasped his manhood in a series of swift movements, moving his hand quickly but tightly over the hard member.

Sirius groaned and growled, nails raking over Marius's flesh as well as shadows streaking over the sunlit flesh. Darkness wanted to cover them as surely as sunlight tried tried to illuminate the scene and both elements kissed and licked at the opposites skin, illicting favorable reactions even from unfavorable effects. Sirius grabbed for Marius, returning his attentions as they kissed ravenously. There was a silumtaneous growl and groan as both reached the peak of pleasure, spilling smoke and light onto the other.

Sirius wasn't the least bit satisfied, though. He pushed Marius to the ground, eager to devour the liquid pleasure the sunlight king had released. It was a too hot column in Sirius's mouth, but he sucked the honey coating off as if he woulds never get another taste. As it was, Sirius's vigor quickly granted him further access to the sun warmed flavor. Marius was going mad with pleasure. His body continuously tensing and melting under Sirius touch. His hand fisted in the other man's hair to pull him-and keep him-as close as possible. Not that Sirius made any move to pull away.

It wasn't long before-sated enough to become wicked-a slow grin spread across the Dark King's lips. The look made Marius tremble with fear and anticipation, lust and need and the urge to run far from the darker man as deeply as he craved to never remove their skin from each others. Sirius trailed his tongue slowly around and up Marius's sunlit rod, thoroughly enjoying the emotional and physical signs of Summer's lust. His hands pressed deep into Marius's thighs, roamed far over his chest, trailed softly into his hair before it was entined and grabbed in Sirius's fist.

Before Marius had sense enough to know what was going on, Sirius was standing and pulling Marius's face to his own column of darkness. Marius moaned at the pleasure/pain of Sirius pulling at his hair. Catching him open mouthed, Sirius thrust forward into Marius's face. Too lost to know either pride or shame, Marius devoured Sirius greedily. If there could be a single taste to forbidden pleasure, to hot nights spent sweaty and sleepless, to shadow stolen kisses and clothing covered touches, Marius had found it. It poured into his mouth, down his throat, like the most tantalizing elixer known to the world. And he coveted the taste. He worked his mouth and tongue, worked Sirius, ceaselessly until he felt he had his temporary fill of the potent liquid.

Pulling again at Marius's hair, Sirius tossed the other king down. He pushed his hands to the tree, his head down, and Marius's legs apart, then, gripping the length of pulsing fire and light, forced his shadow length into sunlit domain. Both men cried out, strong and heady sounds that only heightened mutral pleasures. Sirius stroked Marius's member softly, enjoying the lava liquid recently spilled from there. His body quaked with his desire, his need to fill them both to bursting. Locking his grip onto Summer's waist, he pulled out and back back into his over warm host. The sounds of moans and groans coming from the pair was unending. Sirius was ruthless and insatiable, not resting for releif to himself or Marius. He pushed and pushed until neither could take nor hold anymore pleasure within, until the force of his release was so powerful as to drain him of his last reserve of strength.

Sirius fell away from Marius onto the ground, and the Summer King fell as well. Panting and pleased and immobile even if had been his will to rise. Neither knew a moment more until the next day when the sun woke it's Summer King and the reflecting sunlight woke the Dark King. Only one thing needed to be spoken between the two and Sirius said it.

"We shall have a Dark Summer."

High Snow

She was an image of nightfall and winter that could rival the Winter Queen herself. Dark hair, black that faded into shades of blue, and icy blue eyes like the wintry landscape surrounding her. It was only her skin- a near translucent surface that held trapped prisms within- that gave her away for what she was, Aurora fey. She was a commodity of Feary, a reflection of times. Her hair changed with the falling of night and rising of day, eyes reflective to the season, and her skin was simply reflective, able to hold all and every color, settling with her will. Her will was white. She had no desire to collect attention, only to make the Winter Queen aware she was among her fey. Draped in a dress of lavender and a mask of purple butterfly-like wings surrounding her eyes. She was well blended with the soft colors around her.

The Winter Queen approached slowly, gliding over the ice made floor. She brought with her falling snow and chilled winds, though they were soft gestures. Her hair was pure white and her eyes pure blue. Her skin was pale, but not so much that she looked frozen and frosted like the rest of her personage.

"A true denizen of feary gracing my domain." The Winter Queen's voice was a whisper of wind through the trees. "What brings you here?"

"High Court fearies do not dislike celebration." She said.

"So you are indeed High Court?"

"I am of Feary, but if ever I had a queen, the High Queen would be so."

The Winter Queen smiled kindly. "Then enjoy our Winter Solstice this night. If you wish to grace us once more..."

"Cypress." She offered.

"You are welcome to us tonight, Cypress." The Winter Queen nodded her head respectfully, then moved on.

Cypress turned toward the quiet festivities. A smile came to her as she blended herself through the throngs of fey. She engaged in several dances with the winter fey, enjoying the tranquility so like her home. The High Court was a collection of elegance and beauty, ritual and custom, eternal high class society. It could be a place of charm and delight, but it was also quite restraining. Cypress loved it, but she couldn't stand it all the time. That was why she now walked amongst like, but wilder, company. Under the shadow of evergreen trees the crueler winter fey mingled, Dark Court fey fought with winter ones, savage but possible friendly. Hawthorns embracing mortals while Ly Ergs fought for their blood.

She found her way to another group standing by a frozen small group caught and held her attention. They were hiding among tree branches and snow banks while one feary stood in the center of a lake. It was an arctic fox that morphed itself into humanoid form, except for small white ears peeking out from black air and a swishing tail. Her eyes were smoky grey and her skin chalky white.

She was holding a large snow ball that she manipulated to look like a globe of the night sky every way she twisted it. She spun in a circle on the ice and threw the ball above her head, holding up a make-shift cane and touching the globe, causing it to implode into pieces that looked like falling stars-dark balls that trailed fire zooming around her. After dispersing, the fox placed a hand on her head, stripping herself of a glamour that hid her top hat.

She removed the hat, holding it next to her as if on anothers head. She used a bit of glamour to create the illusion of another fox. The illusory fox and the real one kissed, a spark of light flashing between them, then they were gone.

There were claps and awed gasp among the hidden watchers. Cypress seemed to be the only one to notice the snow blended fox scurrying off. Perhaps because she was more entranced by the fox than the magicks, or because being Aurora fey gave her a stronger sight into illusions and blending.

Curious, Cypress followed. The snow blended fox rolled down snowy banks and darted about trees playfully, even pouncing on unsuspecting mortals and was caught up on watching the vixen's play that she unconsciously blended herself with the snow and foxes colors. The fox was not shy with the use of tricks either. She weaved illusions, magicks stonger and more potent than glamour, on all she encountered.

Entranced, enthralled, and excited in ways no High Court feary should ever be, Cypress decided to pounce of the Arctic fox once she transformed to a more compatible more. The fox girl squeaked in her surprise, ears shocking out from her hair and tail flicking about erratically.

"You are wondrous!" Cypress said in an excited whisper.

The shocked fox became a sly one. "You are an admirer." She smiled.

Cypress's skin shifted to a rose pink, similar in shade to her lavender gown. "I must know you!" She pressed closer to the half pinned girl.

"I am Freiya." She answered. Without tricks and magic, Cypress saw the magician before her. A black coat was half off her body, revealing a stunningly red corset underneath. She had black pants and boots, along with strange gloves that left two fingers uncovered. One hand revealed the middle and pointer fingers, the other exposed the middle and index. A top hat lay near them in the snow and Cypress suspected the fox girl had saved it from being knocked off her her head and placed it herself.

"You are enchanting." Cypress pressed closer. "I am enchanted."

Freiya seemed pleased, but generally disinterested. "I am glad you find me so." She replied.

The high Court was a civil bunch, but also quite inclined towards directness. It was a combination of emotion and this High Court habit that lead to a very unexpected statement from the reflective feary.

"I wish to have you this evening. Please, let us lie this solstice night."

Freiya was surprised, but only her eyes gave her away. The wintry fey's countenance was as seemingly undaunted as the fresh fallen snow. "That is a rather bold request you make of a stranger."

"We need not be." Cypress told her in a voice much calmer than it seemed it should have been able to sound. "It takes only time and words for us to know one another, or time and touch if you so prefer."

Freiya was a bit flustered by such an offer. Such closeness with others was not something she was overly inclined towards. Before she could reject the offer, Cypress stroked her face in a simple yet intimate feeling action. Aside from a charming way with words, the High Court had showed Cypress how to change the conservative to the expressive. Her finger did another but brush the vixen's face and hair, but Freiya was surprised to find her rejective words a lie.

"I would prefer to avoid such encounters." Freiya replied with mended words.

Cypress kissed the girl softly, lightly, then pulled back to ask, "Do you have no desire for me?"

Freiya was unwilling to answer that truthfully.

"I would like for you to move so that I may stand." She said instead.

Cypress frowned, but moved so that she was no longer on the other girl. "Why do you wish to run from me?" She questioned. "If there need to be trems to our coupling, I will hear them."

Freiya flipped her top hat onto her head. "You speak like making a business deal."

"It is not a deal?" Cypress asked as Freiya walked away. She moved quickly into the fox fey's path. "Would you rather I treat this like an affair? Would you rather be treated as a paramour?"

Freiya backed up, landing herself trapped between an evergreen and the High fearies body. Cypress moved intimately close to Freiya's body, eyes dancing up and down her body until they trapped Freiya's in a heated gaze that could melt the snow around them. Cypress placed one hand on Freiya's hip, the other trailed gentle fingers over her cheek before cupping it.

"Tonight, I will you give you passion. I will warm your exposed skin against this chilled air. I will treat you as if you were my long gone lover after too many touchless nights and this moon will be to make up lost time." cypress moved her face closer to Freiya's. She grazed their lips, but brushed past them to breathe on her neck, then to whisper in her ear. "I dare you tell me no."

Freiya couldn't quite think of words true enough to be spoken and powerful enough to make the girl go away. She felt stiff, yet fragile, like the girls advances had turned her to glass. She closed her eyes in an attempt to tune out the girls presence. Freiya unconsciously tried to shield herself, cloaking herself in her magicks.

" I can still see you." Cypress said. Her hands trailed the near invisible girls body. "It will only take your words to stop me. Remember that."

Then Freiya was being pulled, pushed into the soft snow. The top hat landed away from them-safe, unlike Freiya was. Cypress landed kisses on the girl's neck and her hands moved probingly over her body. Despite many accurate touches, it was clear that Cypress could not see her as well as implied. There was no way to use this as an escape, however. Even if there had been enough space between their bodies to slip away, Freiya was quickly losing will. Her body was mostly submitted to the brief touches of skin and dragging trails of tongue.

Freiya's magic was no longer veiling her. It had become a cave around them, a dark cover for their hasty acts. Cypress was displeased by this, wanting of the light to fully admire her bewitching prey. Freeing the fox of her restrictive garments, Cypress bit into Freiya's neck and cupped the pool of her private secrets. It had the desired result; the illusory cave lit up as if suddenly filled with stars, glowing enough to give Cypress her sight.

"So delicate." Cypress whispered as she palmed the girl's breast, stroking her thumbs over the nipples. Freiya couldn't stop from grabbing at Cypress and releasing soft sighs. Her tongue touched and tended Freiya's nipples, and the magician began a soft song from the sound of her pleasure. Cypress periodically traced and trailed her hands over Freiya's skin, only barely touching the treasure they both sought to have taken. Freiya had little patience for modesty under her frustration. She flipped Cypress over, attacking the girl's clothes and skin. Her tongue began a sensual assault on the now translucent and prism filled skin of Cypress's neck, dancing down to radiant breast.

Deciding to take control of the situation, Freiya began to nip and lick at Cypress's assets, hands devouring the voluptuous curves her body had to offer. Her hand was moving impatiently, twirling around sensative spots on the girl's to restrain herself, and unwilling to try, Freiya submerged her fingers in the ocean of the high fearies desire.

Cypress cried out, skin blooming into deep reds and pinks. Freiya's fingers dipped deeper under the water's surface, creating waves of pleasure through the Aurora fey's body and waves of sound from her lips. She reached up to caress the fox, leaning up to press a passionate kiss to the other girl's lips. Those lips were not Freiya's current interest, though. She brought her finger to her lips before deciding to plunder the reflective fey's treasure chest. She kissed down Cypress's body slowly, savoring the moment her tongue discovered the hidden cavern and then immediately exploring it. Reveling in the sweetness of her discovery, Freiya's illusion twisted until an Aurora borealis danced across the sky, a monument to her desire drowned lover. She revenged the girl fiercely until her efforts were rewarded with a flood to the sea.

Cypress sought to return the pleasure. She pinned Freiya and licked down the soft skin of her chest and thighs until she reached a hidden warmth in the winter feary. She twirled her tongue over sensitive secrets sending shivers soaring through Freiya's full form. The wintry fox pulled Cypress closer, crying out over and over again. Colors were dancing across Freiya's vision and overhead in the night sky. Finally, Freiya freed her feelings, warm sights and sounds slipped free of her hold. She sang a song of her deep contentment and Ecstasy, fireworks flooding the sky.

Cypress crawled up Freiya's body, lying next to the exhaugsted girl. "Did you have your fill, my vixen?"

Freiya never got to respond. The strain and exertion to her body brought sleep to her wanting mind.

When Freiya woke, no one was near her anylonger. Her hand found a small note on pastel blended parchment. Till next we meet, my paramour.It was signed Cypress. Freiya held the note tightly to her for just a moment before stuffing it into the top hat and placing it on her head.

Cypress watched the hat topped fox scurrying across the snow. She smiled. Leaving Feary for the solstice had been a good idea.

Solitary Song

Vailin brought herself to the surface of the water, skin changing from a dark color to a lighter one as it was touched by the air. Dark silken terressed flowed down her back and amethys shined in her eyes. She leaned on the oasis bank, absorbing sunlight into her skin as she sunbathed. She was a dangerously beautifyl woman, capturing the eyes of several fearies with her bare form. Smiling invitingly at them, she lifted a finger and beconged of one them closer.

"Hello." She said seductively.

"Hello." A spellbound boy replied.

She posed her body alluringly. "Come closer. Tell me your name." She said.

He leaned toward her. "It's Vosu."

She inhaled his breath, his name. "Vosu." She returned. "My Vosu... that silk there is mine, dress me in it?"

The boy's eyes became larger more entranced, pupils dialating. He ran off to obtain a dress of blue silk resting on a rock. He brought it to her, drapped the silk over her and it reformed to fit her body. It was a near transparent blue, darker and thicker in only the places bare modesty required.

"Thank you." She smiled. She leaned in close as if to kiss him, then whispered, into his parted lips. "Vosu." The smallest hints of smoke flowed from her lips to his. He blinked, eyes slowly returning to normal.

"What just-"

He didn't finish, though. Posing herself as if reaching for the wind, she evaporated into steam and was gone with the gale.

The Summer King was estastic in the arcrid desert heat. The warmth was sustaining, revitalizing, to himself and his winter traped fey back home. Once a winter, for a few nights only, he would escape to someplace warm to keep up his power and pleasure. He filtered his strength and warmth to his fey.

Ether had accompinied him. She stood atop a jagged rock, skin looking completely aflame. He could almost feel the fires plusling beneath her skin, despite the distance between them. She thrived here. Her skin was white hot to lesser eyes that could not distinguish the individual flames, suns burned bright in her eyes. If she were not bound to his court, he suspected she'd live there year round.

A few desert fey watched her with mixed expressions, delightful and warning glances and glares. These were fey that knew her. He had collected her from the desert fey. They were a savage bunch, and his Ether was no different, not really. She was eager to jump into a fray, but she was just as content to have celebrations peacefully.

Having her in the court was an asset.

Marius watched as she jumped on the waiting sand-skinned fearies. She tossled playfully with friends and struck viciously at foes, displaying great self control at being able to twist moods so effectively.

He left her to her fun, all the while thinking how she'd scold him if she were paying enough attention to notice the departure. In the intense heat provided here, though, he didn't feel the need to b cautious. He mingled invisibly among the mortals of the town, watching the contentment warmth spread throughout the people. Market merchants tried to swindle and haggle with customers successfully as often as not so.

He stepped visibly into a tavern, not concerned with who may have seen him. It didn't matter. He wouldn't be in this place long. A few dancers wandered about in veils and silk, becogning for customers and coins. One of the dancers was a feary, glamoured with emerald eyes and blonde hair that was completely at odds with her true look. Blue silk was drapped over her and veiling her, dangling from hand to hips as she called mortals out their chairs. She moved with the ease of air and the flow of water, always seeming just outside the mortals grasp. She leaned close to their face, breathing in longing sighs and panting breaths as if she could drink down their desire. She folstered her coins off onto other girls, half dismissive of grateful smiles. Her smile became extra enticing when she saw him. He could feel the glamour from her dance sweeping over the room creating smitten mortals. She swayed and swirled into his arms like a breath of smoke in a breeze.

"Haven't seem you before." She whispered. She trailed her hands over him as if to touch, but always leaving space between them. He was compelled to move with her, but not bewitched. not yet. Though both she and her over lapping glamour were beautiful.

"Just arrived." He said. "I'll only be in town for a few days."

"What a coincidence." She blew into his face, a scent like the sweet of desire. "Me, too."

Marius smiled. "Must be destiny."

"Tell me your name." She whispered.

"Marius." She leaned forward, inhaling the breath of the spoken name and returning it with her own.

"Marius." She said sighing. A small wisp of smoke drifted from her lips to his.

Marius definantly fely spellbound then. For a moment after tasting the too sweet air, his mind was hazed. He felt like he was on cloud nine, dancing and drifting with her on nothing. The daze didn't last long, though. A few moments and it was gone.

She looked perplexed, alarmed at her untranced victim. "Ineffective?" She whispered disbelivingly to herself.

"What did you do?" He asked, blinking off the haze.

She turned sly. "I'm Vailin."

He couldn't help but to repeat the name. "Vailin."

Again, she inhaed his words, returning them with her own breath. "Vailin." She exhaled the sweet smoke. "Yes."

Marius was almost inclined to lose himself to the pleasurable haze that clouded his mind. Like soft sways of desire and pleasure, contentment and joy flooded him. It took a breath or two longer to shrug it off, but still wasn't difficult.

The entrantress that bespelled him was going out the door. She smiled at him, blew a kiss, then dissapeared out the door. First dropping her glamour, then evaporating into light colored clouds of smoke.

Yes, Marius was bewitched. Any fearies that could enchant him, weave glamour over him, be so dangerous that he should stay away rather than be caught unaware, was a feary he wanted to lure back to him.

'Vailin.' He thought, exciting himself with a challenge. "Prepare to be mine.'

He was right about Ether. she found him and right away scolded him for going off without her protection. He was amused. Too much to off-set her by mentioning it was she whom had failed to protect him. Still, The Summer King had a mission. Driven by his highly impulsive nature, he set off to find his amethys eyed seductress. She was nowhere to be found within the town, though he really hadn't thought she's be.

He enlisted Ether to help him, recalling his brief encounter with too much detail for healthy interest. He was Summer, though, so matter how much he seemed to obssess over her now, the interest would fade. Same as all the mortal-turned-feary Summer Girls; Summer romance was sweet, yet fleeting, and Marius was the King of such too lost, too soon encounters.

With intent to help and to distract, Ether offered the help of the desert fey she had befriended. He hadn't imagined they would be friendly enough where he'd be pulled into a game of tag. Of course, their tagging was a sharp snatch of skin from razory nails, it was civil as it could be.

An hour into the game, he came across an oasis. She was there, his silken seductress. It was a twist of red fabric now as she sun soaked her skin, one hand dangling in the water. "You found me." She turned to him.

"I like the chase." He replied.

"Hmmm. So I see." She stood up, swaying her hips "I guess I should grant you a wish." The silk slid off her skin and she stepped closer to where he stood. She moved his hands to her body. "You want me." She told him.

"I want you." He repeated. Then again, with conviction and desire. "I want you."

She inhaled his breath and words, then licked her lips. "So have me." She pushed him down, pulling open his clothes. "Have me."

Marius seized her lips and she smiled into the kiss. Vailin didn't know who Marius was, but she knew he was strong. She had thought only to feed from him, inhaling the breaths and pants of pleasure was how she was sustained. Stealing the breath and word of a mortal or feary, then returning those same words, she could create a pleasurable haze to the mind. It was a trick she used often. For fun, for her way, for many reasons. This encounter was more than she'd expected and it would be delicious.

Vailin took a deep breath, exhaling her excitement as a cloud of desire. Marius breathed deep, swoning under her influence. His hands roamed over her body as she kissed his neck. Tropical breezes blew the scent of ocean air and hibiscus blooms. He kissed her neck and trailed down to her nipples, licking and sucking softly. Her hands slid into his hair as she pulled him closer, swaying her hips and rocking against him. He moaned and she caught him opened mouthed for a deep kiss. Her hand trailed down his body, strocking his pleasure until he peeked.

Vailin had intent to own this man who'd sought her out. To wordlessly put him in his proper place. She was devouring his skin with her hands, his lips with her own. Marius was not so easily owned, though. He reached his hand down her body to teasingly touch her tantalizing treats, enjoying the warmth that radiated from her. Marius let sunshine seep from his skin and Vailin was struck by the sudden sweetness of it. Tossing his hands away from her, she filled herself with him, soft sounds escaping both lips. Marius took a shuddering breath as she rose and fell back onto him, lust overtaking him slowly.

She slid of off him, pinning him down to trace his chest with her tongue. She tasted every inch of his sunlit skin, savoring the taste of sweetness and the feeling of warmth from him. He was glowing softly, and as his hands enveloped her curves, steam rose around them like a shroud for their secrets. She moved her hands and lips low, tasted the combined flavors of their desire. Her tongue twisted and twirled along the sunlit path until she devoured his radiant rod.

Marius groaned, skin flashing and heat rising. He grabbed her lithe body, turned her in a half circle over him so that their bodies were at opposite heads. He pulled her to his lips and drank as if she were a cup of his Summer wine. They both trembled and shivered with the pleasure of their equal exchange.

Vailin and Marius were both intoxicated off their feelings. Their hands were unable to be still on each other's body and they continued deep kisses and hungary grabs. Slow sucks and quick tongues drew them slowly to their heights until satisfaction poured like a waterfall from both. They wasted no spilled desire.

Vailin didn't break. She pushed herself onto his pulsing pleasure, leisurely rising and falling to her whim. She throughly enjoyed teasing him.

Marius was displeased by her passive pace. He pushed further into her, steam rising as she moaned out loudly. No one was around to hear, to their knowledge, but neither would have cared. He pushed into her faster and faster, holding her hips to his. It was pure estacy, the heat provided from both her body and his.

She was biting at him, a hard bit to his neck and her hand tugging at his hair. A song of sweet sin drifted from her lips. She wondered if anything else, anyone else, provided such a delicious delacacy for her. Marius's lips claimed her own as he rolled ontop of her, moving deeper, harder, and faster within her.

A soft cry of, "Yes!", was barely audible from her, but it spurred him. Both the desert heat and the pleasure haze had a hand in how quickly he lost himself, but he wasn't alone. Pulling her closer and biting at her ear, she looked to be as lost as he. With equal effort, the sweat glistening, steam shrouded bodies met again and again. Then a beautiful moan and satisfyed groan rose into the air from the pleasure high occupants.

Vailin smiled, laying her head on Marius. This was good fun, this was delicious satisfaction. She could enjoy hanging around this one. She was solitary, however, and as a general rule stuck close to those she could leave and abandoned any she could hold. Vailin reached for her silk, wrapping it losely to one of her limbs and smiled at Marius. Sweetly, seductively, she spoke to him. "Farewell, my Marius." Then she sighed and allowed both his heat and her desire to evaporate her body into steam.

Ether stood over the Summer King when he came to. "So you found her?"

Marius blinked, looked around, dissapoined that his silken seductress had snuck away. "Yeah..." He answered. "I did."

"Strangest thing." Ether said. "When I arrived, this place was steaming. What did you do?"

A smirk came to his lips. "I just played a little. Violins can create more passionate somgs than I'd have thought." And though he couldn't see her, he hoped Vailin had heard.