But here is my question. How does the soulmates work in here
This post might be edited a little, cause I might forget something. Their soulmate thing is HEAVILY invested in their race so there is a lot.
Okay, so first, To understand the soulmate thing, some information about fairies. Faeries are very heavily influenced by Touch. In Fairy society, Touching is extraordinarily uncommon, especially skin to skin. It is reserved for the most intimate of activities and is seen as highly inappropriate to do if youâre not extraordinarily close. This is because the discovery of soulmates relies heavily on touch.
Fairies can feel any range of emotion, any emotion at all, however, they can NOT feel them (Before their soulmate) without it being instigated. In order for a fairy who has not found their soulmate to feel anything, they have to consciously make the decision to feel such emotion. They are born this way and it cannot be undone.
(For example: Shuyin has never felt sexual desire without him actively going into a sexual act. )
 Faries also feed off of a variety of different things, the most COMMON being emotion. The stronger a fairy is, the more they can feed off of (Emotions, Energy, etc...). For their soul mates, they can take emotions and give emotions to their soulmates (They can take negative emotions and give positive ones, For example).Â
Then, there the mark. The mark for a fairy is essentially a tattoo that incomplete in someway on their body. They are born with it, and it will not fade or disappear. The only way to complete it is to find your soulmate, who has the other half of your tattoo.
The tattoo is complete when soulmates touch. Itâs not painful to a fairy, but it does alert them with a sudden pressure or ache like feeling, without the pain. Most don't notice it though, as in the same moment, visions of the bad side of their relationship and the good side of it are sent to one fairy of the pair (One person gets the good, the other sees the bad). Most Fairyâs just accept this and move on into their relationship.
Ok. Shuyin wants Olly? But Ty wants Pyrrha? And those two are bond? But not the other two?
Thats basically it. haha Ty has wanted Pyrrha for millennia now. Heâs made it no secret he wants her, made it no secret that he would choose her, regardless of circumstances. Heâs been in love with her and had wanted her, but Pyrrha wanted to find her soulmate and be with them, if it ever came down to that, (She has not much interest in finding her soulmate or love) even though she had slowly come to care for Ty as well. They discovered they were soulmates a month ago, and Pyrrha has been on edge since then. She hasnât seen him since then, and hasnât touch him.
Shuyin has also wanted Olly for years now, but the difference with him is that at first, for a couple thousand years, he was offering her a place in his Harem. After a while, after seeing that wonât work and realizing that he actually likes her, he has offered to get rid of his harem if she says sheâll be with him. They almost got married once, but Olly called it off when she realized she would be marrying him. Shuyin cares, deeply, for Olly, and actually genuinely likes her, a rarity for him because he doesnât genuinely like most people. They have not discovered who their soul mates are yet.
What kind of courts are in these ones? I always like how you two put your own twist on the lores
The only known ones are the Eclipse Court (Dark), The Solstice Court (Light) and the Eventide Court. These courts are made of different kinds of faeries, but the only Eclipse and Solstice fairies are the King and Queen (Shuyin and Olly, respectively) and Their best friends.(Pyrrha is a Solstice Fairy, Denali and Ty are Eclipse Fairies). The Eventide court is very secretive, an while they associate with the others they mostly keep to themselves.
Denali is Tyâs twin brother, and honestly, heâs just an asshole in general. Heâs thousands of years old, hasnât found his soulmate, people despise him for what he is and how he canât help being, and he just generally is salty, like 5eva.
 However his more irritated here recently because his Brother got tortured by the Solstice court. He doesnât trust any of them. And now they are in his house, particularly the one who ordered it and his Brotherâs soulmate, who he knows Ty would blindly follow. Heâs worried.
Ok. So Oleander fucked up Ty but Ty is super okay with it happening?!? Like..... maybe it's because I'm missing background lol
Ty doesn't think that Olly is at fault. She did what any royal was expected to, and while he holds no bitterness toward Olly, he is incredibly salty toward the senator that did it.
Is this a new story??? It has its own blog.... and I'm seeing that mean main right
Yes! This is a new story! You'll be seeing quite a few of them hopefully in the next upcoming months. And yes it is a main story.We wanted to see how well it was received.
The wind was shrieking through the narrow pass, bitter and cold, piercing right through her well-worn cape. Oleander Yarrow pulled the long fur-lined cape closer around her shivering body and glanced anxiously at the high cliffs rising sharply overhead on either side. It was no wonder Shuyinâs army had never been defeated in battle. It was impossible to scale those terrible cliffs that rose straight up into air, like towers reaching to the clouds.
There was a shadow lurking within her, an impression of danger. It had been growing steadily stronger in the last few hours as she traveled through the walls of her castle. She ducked down into the horse's mane in an attempt to gain some relief from the unrelenting wind. Her guide had deserted her and Pyrrha hours earlier, leaving them to find their own way along the narrow, twisting trail. Her horse was very nervous, tossing its head and jumping skittishly from side to side, showing every sign it wanted to bolt as well. She had the feeling something was pacing along beside them just out of sight. She could hear an occasional grunt, much like a cough. The noise was strange, one she'd never heard before.
Oleander leaned forward, whispering softly, soothingly into the ears of her mount. Her mare was used to her, trusted her, and, although the great body was trembling, the animal made a valiant effort to continue forward. Icy particles stung both horse and rider, piercing flesh so that it felt like angry bees attacking. The horse shuddered and danced, but moved stoically forward.
She had been warned repeatedly of the danger, of the wild beasts roaming freely in the Alps, but she had no choice. Somewhere up ahead of her was the only man who might one destroy the only kingdom she had built up. She had sacrificed everything to get here, and she would not turn back now. She had traded everything she had of value to find this man, had given what remained of her money to the guide, and had gone the last two days without food or sleep. Nothing mattered but that she found Shuyin. She had nowhere to go, she had to find him and had to be granted an audience with him, no matter how elusive, no matter how dangerous and powerful he really was.
His own people, so loyal they refused to help her, had all warned her to stay away. His lands were enormous, his holdings vast. Villages and townships whispered of him, the man they looked to for protection, the one they feared above all others. His reputation was legend. And lethal. It was said he was untouchable. Armies attempting to march into his holdings had been buried by snow or rockslides. His enemies died swift and brutal deaths. Oleander had persisted despite all warnings, all accidents, the weather, every obstacle. She would not turn back no matter how the voices in the wind howled at her, no matter how icy the storm. She would see him.
Oleander glared up at the sky.
"I will find you. I will see you." She declared it firmly, a challenge of her own. "I am a Yarrow. We do not turn back!"
It was silly, she even knew she probably looked silly, her arms thrown up in a show of bravado, but her eyes slinked to Pyrrha, her only constant. Her only always.
A noise like grating rocks captured her attention and, frowning, she swung her head around to look up at the steep slope. Small pebbles were bouncing down the mountain, picking up speed, dislodging other rocks. Her horse leapt forward, squealing in alarm as a shower of debris pelted them from above. She heard the chink of the horse's hooves as it scrambled for purchase, felt the great muscles bunching under her as the animal fought to stay on its feet amidst the rolling rocks. Oleander's fingers were nearly numb as she gripped the reins. She couldn't lose her seat. She would never survive the bitter cold and wolf packs that roamed freely over the territory. Her horse crow-hopped, stiff-legged, each movement jarring her body so that even her teeth ached from the impact.
It was desperation more than expertise that kept her in the saddle. The wind lashed at her face so that tears were torn out of the corners of her eyes and her tightly braided hair was whipped into a frenzy of long silken strands, pried loose by the fury of the coming storm. Oleander kicked her mare hard, urging it forward wanting to be out of the pass. Winter was fast approaching and with it would come heavier snowfalls. A few more days and she would never have made it through the narrow pass.
âHow you holding up, Pyrrha?â
âBetter than those rocks.â
Shivering, teeth chattering, she urged the horse along the narrow, winding trail. Out of the pass, on her left side, the rising mountain dropped away so that the ledge appeared crumbling and unstable. She could see the jagged rocks far below the mountain, a drop off she had no hope of surviving should her horse lose its footing. Oleander forced herself to remain calm even as her boot scraped continually along the mountainside. Small rocks fell from above, rolled and bounced on the narrow ledge to careen off into empty space.
She felt it then, oddly disoriented, as if the earth shimmered and twisted, as if something better left alone awakened with her entrance into the valley. With renewed fury, the wind slashed and tore at her, burning her face and any part of her skin that was exposed with ice crystals. She continued riding for another hour while the wind came at her from all directions. It blew fiercely, viciously, directing itself toward her. Over her head, the storm clouds gathered, rather than moved swiftly with the wind. Her fingers tightened into fists around the reins. There had been a hundred delaying tactics. Small incidents. Accidents. The sound of voices murmuring hideously in the wind. Strange noxious smells, the howling of wolves. Worse, the terrible far off roar of an unknown beast.
She wouldn't turn back. She couldn't turn back. She had no choice. She was beginning to believe the evil things said about this man, A man she had known on an almost personal level and still he was mysterious, elusive, dark and dangerous. A man to avoid. Some said he could command the very heavens, that the beasts did his bidding. It didn't matter. She had to reach him, had to throw herself on his mercy if that was what it took.
The horse rounded the next bend and Oleander felt the breath leave her body. She was there. She had made it. The castle was real, not a figment of someone's imagination. It rose up out of the mountainside, part rock, part marble, a huge hulking palazzo, quite large and sprawling. It looked evil in the gathering dusk, staring with blank eyes, the rows of windows frightening in the lashing wind. The structure was several stories high, with long battlements, high rounded turrets, and great towers that rose up all over the holding. She could make out the large stone lions guarding the towers, the stone harpies with razor sharp beaks, perched on the eaves. Empty, all seeing eyes stared at her from every direction, watching her silently.
Her mare shifted nervously, side-stepping, tossing her head, eyes rolling in fear. Her heart began to pound so loud it was thunder in her ears. She had made it. She should have been relieved, but there was a terror welling up in her she couldn't suppress. She had done what had been said impossible. She was in sheer wilderness, and whatever manner of man lived here, was as untamed as the land he claimed dominion over.
Lifting her chin, Oleander slid from the back of the horse, clinging to the saddle to keep from falling. Her feet were numb, her legs wobbly, refusing to support her. She stood for several moments, breathing deeply, waiting to recover her strength. She stared up at the Castle, her small teeth worrying at her lower lip. Now that she was actually here, now that she had found him, she had no idea what she was going to do. White wisps of fog wound around the columns, hid the intricate railing to create an eerie effect. The fog stayed in place, anchored despite the ferocious wind ripping at her.
She walked the horse as close to the castle as she could possibly manage, tying the reins securely, not wanting to lose the animal, her only means of escaping. She tried patting the heaving sides, but her hands were clumsy and burning with cold.
"We made it," she whispered softly,
 Hunching deeper into her cape, she pulled the hood up around her head so that she was swallowed by the garment. Stumbling in the vicious wind, she made her way up to the long steps. For some reason she had been certain the castle would be in a state of disrepair, but the steps were a solid shiny marble beneath her feet. Slippery with the tiny ice particles on them.
Huge lion heads were carved on the great double doors, incongruous so far out in the wilderness. The eyes were staring fiercely, the mane was shaggy and the great muzzle was open revealing a mouthful of fangs. The knocker was inside the mouth, so that she was forced to put her hand in past the teeth. Taking a deep breath, she reached inside, careful not to cut her flesh on the sharpened spikes. She let the knocker fall so that the sound seemed to vibrate through the palazzo while the wind lashed at the windows, furious that she had escaped onto the comparative shelter of the rows of columns and buttresses. Shaking with cold, her legs rubbery, she leaned against the wall and tucked her hands inside her cape. He was within the walls of the castle. She knew he was home. She felt him. Dark. Dangerous. A monster lying in waitâŠ. He was watching her. She felt eyes on her, malevolent, malicious, venomous even. Something evil lurked in the bowels of the palazzo , and with her tremendous sensitivity, she felt it like a fist around her heart.
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 Something evil lurked here, something dark, and without fearâŠ. But Pyrrha had known, all along, that this was what the Dark court would feel like.
This road was dangerous, treacherous, a dare whispered at the bonfires of puberty and laughter tinged with alcohol.  This path wasn't something someone would take willingly, not a path someone who had anything to lose would ever set foot upon. Pyrrha knew this, had long since heard the rumors a tales of messengers lost in the labyrinths of paths and the dark rocky cliffsâŠ.and only for Olly would Pyrrha fight her way through.
Ice slid down the rocks, a ripple in the air as she slid off her horse, her gaze locked up high where the mountains rose even higher than the dowers and spires that formed the castle before them, watching little bits of lethal cliff drip like mid spring dew. How long had it been? How long was it that Pyrrha had found her place by the princess's side? The number meant little to her, meant almost nothing. She was sure it was long passed the hundreds, but truthfully, Pyrrha hardly cared if she spent another thousand serving under her.
As long as she could remember, Pyrrha had belonged to Olly. It wasnât anything forced, as some liked to whisper when they thought she could not hear. The first day they had met stuck to Pyrrha like a brand, a searing name written across her mind. In reality, to most others it would seem like nothing at all. Pyrrha had been born from the light of the moon and sun, from the hope and joy and salvation that ran currents through this and the human world. She had come to life with the full knowledge of a fairy, of the full knowledge that all were privy to, of her kind. She could remember, however, feeling lost, afraid as she had stood from her earthen bed ad gazed at the nothing that surrounded her. She had feared she had been spawned by mistake, was someone who did not belong. The first sight she ever saw was really nothing but grass and wildflowers, but the first sight to ever mean anything to her was the sight of her princess.
She would always mean more, be more to her then just royalty. Pyrrha's heart had stopped the moment she had seen her, pale and eyes darker the the deepest hue of blue, an irregular habit sliding into her breath. She was gorgeous, in the way the moon hits water and the sun warms your skin. She radiated light, absolutely embodied it and Pyrrha couldnât take her eyes away from her. From the moment she had caught them, she had held them, long after she had look away. She blinked, could remember the surprise that had flickered over her face, and Olly had smiled, reaching her hand out and asking her name, her smile radiant and glowing, her very being mythical beyond all compare. It held no ties to what she was, More of who Pyrrha could see her to be, and she had accepted her hands with a slow grin of her own.
They had been inseparable ever since. Olly was her best friend, her closest confidant, her forever. She had âGrown upâ with her, had played, danced, cried, fought together with everything they had. It didnât matter what it was, if Olly was there, it was sure that Pyrrha would be right by her side.
A trip to the Dark Kingâs Castle was nothing compared to what Pyrrha would do for ollyâŠ. But that didnât mean that this castle didnât affect her.
The fear that seemed to make its home here was not displaced among the rows of gargoyles and other fantastic creatures decorated into the castle's decor. It seemed to fill the air, to weave its way through the stone and ice that now loomed over her, a dark beacon that she had to interpret as hope. It was almost like it was given a tangible formed as the fog that circled the pillars shifted and moved ever so slightly, pulling, ribbon, by ribbon by ribbon, until they almost seemed grasping hands, the long reach of the king not held only in his walls but in the entire expanse of his kingdom. She could feel it, the ghostly claws of intangibility curling around her, misty fingers stroking patterns of fear along her skin, sliding under the light cloth she wore, under the heavy fur lined cloak that tried to keep the chill at bay.
She was unused to such cold, the Solstice Court far warmer in comparison. The frigid air made her shiver, almost uncontrollablyâŠ. But a short glance at Olly had her stilling. She could not show weaknessâŠ. They could not afford it.
Pyrrha moved her gaze, her eyes flickering from the pure white that was her precious princess to the walls of ink black standing. The stones that had built them were dark black, a charred obsidian of soldiers too loyal to ever dare turn against their Lord and reigning King, the fog crawling along itâs side as she followed Ollyâs lead and tied her horse to the visitorâs stables. She stepped into the structure, the walls, though thin, blocking the wind chill from finding its way to their skin.
âIâll be back, MalonâŠâ
Pyrrha cooed at the stallion under her fingers, the horse she had raised by her own hand and nearly as constant by her side as Olly. The horse huffed a little, pressing into her hands as it ruffled its mane, Uneasy steps plotted against the ground, Malon pressing forward as her fingertips brushed over his face, drifting as her body turned away to follow after Olly. Pyrrhaâs steps were light, east as she practically glided over the snow, stopping at her side with an easy motion of taking the paler girlsâ hands into hers. The brunette smiled, a little smile of radiant reassurance before bumping her shoulder into hers.
âWe got thisâŠ. Worse comes to worse, I offer myself while you become my pimp so he doesnât touch you.â
âDisgusting.â
Anything Pyrrha might have said was lost as the doors opened, large golden gilded light flashing in her eyes. She preferred it over the cold winter air, made frigid by wind that never seemed to slow, the howls of the gust behind her only making her lean into the warmth that slipped from the opening in the castle.
âWell wellâŠ. Look who's paid us a visit....â
She blinked as her attention to the warm hair was shifted, stolen by the voice of a man not even inches from her ears. She leaned back, just managing to take in the form of a mess of shadows, one that shifted, smoked, tilted as if it was smiling obnoxiously at her. Though there was no face, meaning the words she heard were only inside her head, she could practically see the smirk, and her hand tightened on Ollyâs fingers.
âThe Solstice queen and her littleâŠ. Pet.â
The implicationâŠ.Pyrrha practically bristled. It was more in the tone and inflection then it was the actual words, but before she could allow that temper to fill her lungs and boil over in a stream of venomous words that played traitor at her tongue, Olly moved, stepping forward to speak, her hand clenching on her fingers her only anchor in the storm of her rage.
âIf you know us then you must know why we are here.â
âNope,â He spoke, somehow making that little pop without any lips, a vaguely annoying sound that sent a small shimmer of temper up her spine. âNot a clue, sweetheart.â
âWe need to speak to the king.
Pyrrha didnât know how Olly could stand to be so calm in the face of such disrespect. It Wasn't subtle, or calculated, these people, these dark fairies were rude, vile and she had heard rumors of their vulgarity, debatury, their sinful ways that seemed to draw all the attention of the outcasted rejects of fairy world. Really, this was the only reason he even had such a big following, because he offered whatever they wanted so long as they remained utterly loyal to him. Shuyin was, on top of being a powerful dark Eclipse Fairy king, cunning, sly, dangerous, and he only kept the worst of the rotten core of her kind around him. Really, she should have expected this if they had made it to the castle. It wasnât as if war or their impending extinction was on their doorstep.
âWe need an audience with Shuyin.â Pyrrha finally spoke up, her eyes blazing as she took that step forward, her hand leaving Ollyâs to clench her own fingers together. As a Solstice fairy, Pyrrha could, and had been, a terribly imposing power, but if any threat made it through this creature's head he didnât show it.
âOur King is a busy guy, ladies, so unless you have something toâŠ. Offer him, I suppose you should leave.â
âWe wonât leave until we see the king!â she was shouting now, and all she could see was his arms cross and his head tilt, irritated pity rolling off him in waves.
âDonât let the ice hit ya on the way down.â
He made to close the door, one shadowy arm reaching behind the giant oak doors, another tilt of his head. Pyrrha stepped forward again, but before her hand could even touch the wood, another shot out, the loud resounding bang echoing over the seemingly
âNow now, DenaliâŠ. Is that anyway to treat our guests?â
Pyrrha froze as the voice slither through the dark cut of the entrance, all color left in her face that had sprung to life at her temper. She could feel the lump starting in her throat, her body moving back as the one man who she did not want to see slid into view, grin along his face anything but friendly, all predatory and vicious as the shadowy creature pause its movements, hand coming off the door. It took a moment for her to see the skin color sliding over the black smoke, as little by little, a man took the place of the shadow fairy, red eyes narrowing as he flicked his blond hair.
âWhatever, Ty. Theyâre your headache, not mine. Get the door yourself next time you lazy fuck.â
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Ty DeVeau glanced up at the swirling dark clouds obscuring the stars and casting an ominous charcoal veil across the moon. He noted the shadows of the trees, the snow driving harder out the window, checking them constantly for any alteration, any sign of someone slipping through the darkness out of sight of the cameras, but his gaze kept straying back to the large dungeon and the two carcasses swaying from meat hooks in the center of the room. The smell of blood and death assailed his nostrils and he wanted to gag, a stupid reaction to the two skinned fairies hanging from hooks on the swinging chains when he was a sniper and had done more than his share of killing.
His skin color changed to better blend with his surroundings, and his specially designed clothes reflected the colors around him, allowing him the effect of disappearing completely into the surrounding bricks, hidden from prying eyes. For the thousandth time, he looked away from the swaying carcasses still dripping blood.
âSo who the hell orders a hit on a senator of the Solstice Court?â he asked, his steel gray eyes turning to Denaliâs red. âAnd not just any senator, a senator being considered as a candidate for the queenâs other hand. I donât like this. I havenât liked it from the moment they told us who the target was.â
âHell, Ty. This is no innocent man,â his second hand, Denali, replied, easing forward to get into a better position to cover the Tools that were strung across the table haphazardly.
âYou know that better than anyone else. I donât know why the hell you were protecting the son of a bitch. I want to kill him myself. This is the bastard who was the bait to lure you into the damn light palace anyways. He got out and you were left there to be cut into little pieces and skinned alive.â
The words were bitter, but Denaliâs voice was utterly calm.
âDonât tell me you donât think he was in on it. Any number of people might have ordered it. The senator set you up, Ty, handed you over to the rebel leader and Oleander nearly killed you. I could whack him a hundred times and never lose sleep over it, or stand by and let him get whacked.â
âExactly.â
Ty moved over, using care to keep the walls surrounding him still. He hoped the darkness had hidden his slight wince when his twin brought up the past. He didnât think about the torture much, being cut into tiny pieces, his back skinned, or how the knife felt slicing through his skin. But he had nightmares every time he closed his eyes. He remembered it all then. Every cut. Every slice. The agony that never stopped. He woke choking, covered in sweat, his own screams echoing deep inside where no one could ever hear. The men hanging from meat hooks brought it all back in sharp, vivid detail. He couldnât help but wonder if that was all part of a much larger plan.
He held out his hand, checking for tremors. The scars were rigid and tight, but his hand was rock steady.
 Ty frowned at his twin. âYouâre making it personal.â
âThe senator made it personal when he delivered you to Oleander so that sadist could have you tortured. Iâm not going to pretend. I wanted the senator dead, Ty. I donât mind looking the other way if someone wants to slit Oleanders throat. If she lives and continues the way she is, sheâs bound to hop up a little too high on that horse of hers, and then where are we going to be? She knows we know sheâs dirty. The first thing sheâll do is send us on a suicide mission.â
âShuyin is still the Eclipse king. And to play fair with fair, she was doing exactly what she thought was right when it came down to it. She wanted to know the truth. She got it. She didnât kill me, or put a hand on me herself. She simply did the same thing that Shuyin would have. Tell me Iâm wrong.â
âBut âShuyinâ didnât. Thereâs the difference.â
âDenali, seriousl-â
âExcuse us? But we need to speak to you two urgently.â
His words cut short, the hinges of the heavy door creaking as two bodies entered the room. Each one of them shifted their gazes between the two brothers, an obvious air of discomfort surrounding them. But it wasnât until Denali lifted a hand, his fingers circling in an annoyed fashion. Maybe it was because his brother was covered in blood, or maybe it was because he was very well known for his short temper but the man in the back bucked up. His body moving again to push in front of the first one.
âThereâs been two people seen approaching the castle. Magni here, thinks itâs the Solstice queen. But we were nev-â
âWell, speak of the devil.â
It was with those words, he watched his twin clean his hands, tanned fingers wiping onto the crisp white of the sheets in the room. But as his brother cleaned, prepared himself for the queen and made these snide remarks, Ty could feel his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. He could feel the pressure in his temples building as nerves clawed their way up his spine.
If Oleander was here⊠So was Pyrrha.
It was fine, everything was going to be ok. He was fine.
But he wasnât fine. He hadnât been born fine, hadnât been fine as a child, or in his early teens. He was worse after his capture and torture in the Light Palace, demons riding him hard, day and night. And now, with the senator dead and the Solstice queen at his door step, probably for the very man who was hanging by meat hooks in the cellar of the castle, Ty knew he was growing dangerous.
But it wasnât until he pushed his way past his brother, forcing open the door that Denali had so rudely tried to pull shut, it wasnât until he saw those green eyes again that Ty knew the dangerous shadows inside him had grown into an all-too-real threat to his sanity.
The perch of the castle was small, at the edge of the forest where the mountain met the timberline. The interior was dark, with only a few lights glowing softly in one or two rooms and perhaps a hallway, while the faes took their rest. He settled on the himself against the threshold of the doors and became still, a part of the night. His light, burning eyes found her through the drifting snow, found her and claimed her.
There was no way to pull the crooked grin off his lips, not as he crossed his arms over his chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his biceps. The only precaution he could take so that he did not reach out to her. Didnât touch her as he desired. The desire itself burning the tips of his fingers, and wreaking havoc over his already sensitive nerves.
She was so small-boned, curvy, with a tiny waist and a wealth of brunette hair, almost beige, tumbling down her back to draw attention to her rounded bottom. His breath caught in his throat. She was exquisite, beautiful, her skin like satin, her eyes incredibly large, intensely green, fringed with thick, long lashes. Not a detail escaped him. A white lace gown clung to her skin, hugged her high, full, and bared the line of her throat, her creamy shoulders. Her feet were small, like her hands. So much strength in so small a package.
She brushed his words away easily, standing at the edge, looking into the castle with unseeing eyes. Her face held a faraway expression; there were lines of strain around her full, sensuous mouth. He could feel pain in her, and the need for sleep that refused to come. He found himself following every small motion, even just that defiant jut of her chin. Her movements were innocent, erotic. There were those images again, the life he could have with her, the happiness that he knew too well would come with simply being hers, his body stirred. He reverently turned up his face to the heavens in thanks. The sheer joy of finding her after centuries of enduring a life without this type of happiness was beyond measure.
âCome in, your majesty. Pyrrha.â
Hell, even her name sent a shiver of anticipation up his spine.
He watched almost intently as Pyrrha tugged her fur lined coat snugger to her body, something that logically he knew was the very opposite of what he was thinking, her movements feltâŠ. inviting, but emphasized her narrow rib cage and small waist. Talons dug deeply into his bared flesh, left long scars in the soft flesh. Still Ty watched. She was graceful, enticing. He found his hot gaze dwelling on her soft throat, the pulse beating steadily in her neck.
His.
He pulled away from the thought, his mind trying to force him back onto the subject. But he held still, his focus turning instead to bowing to a queen, not his queen but a queen none the less as she entered.
âNow,âŠ.â
He spoke up his eyes glinting to his brother as the steel slammed shut behind them.
âYou need to speak to⊠the king? May I ask why?â
He could feel it, the dragging emotions. They were tired. Hungry. He knew that it would have taken days to reach this kingdom on horse. They were cold, both of them adorned red noses and even redder cheeks. While Oleander tried to stand tall, tried to portray the stance of a queen as best she could, Ty could still see it, the slight tremors running through her, those tiny fingers clutching and unclenching.
âItâs a discussion best saved for the king.â
âWell, unfortunately, he is, much like Denali said, a very busy man. Youâll have to give us a minute to,⊠notify him.â
âThen we will wait.â
âVery well. But I couldnât have the Queen stand in the parlor and wait. Come on then, Iâll show you to the kitchen. We can get you something warm to eat, and something to warm you. Maybe then we can find you a place to rest once we get hold of the king.â
âDonât badger me Ty. You and I both know very well that you are at his beck and call. How long is this going to take?â
Ty could feel the smirk lift up at one corner of his mouth, and a huff of laughter escaped him. One hand came up to ceremoniously slid down the length of his face, then moving again to press at the bridge of his nose.
âDenali, mind grabbing Shuyin, let him know the queen is here, and that we will STILL be in the kitchen waiting.â
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âArenât you going to ask your king if you can cum?â
The smile slid over his features, melted butter over hot pans in itâs langity. He watched her, watched the fairy before him arch her pretty body as she gasped and moaned, writhing under the tongue of an older Fairy. Her fingers were tangled in the other womanâs hair, her cheeks flushed a pretty red as her hips bucked into her mouth. The fairy between her legs let out a low moan, a hum as  he watched her lips circle around the earth fairyâs clit, a little motion from the older fairy drawing a cry from the young, newly induced fairy, just as a low moan spilled past the red haired fire fairy lips as his fingers played with the slick wet opening of her dripping pussy, a low hum in her as she trembled with pleasure as his fingers pressed hard wet circles on her clit  that vibrated against The young fairies clit, a movement that made her eyes snap open as she almost toppled over the edge.
Her breath came in heavy pants, and he could tell she was close, so close to cumming but she knew far better than to cum without permission from her king.
They all knew better than to take without asking the King.
âPlease⊠please⊠Your Ma- AH! Majesty! Let me cum! â
The sight before him really, was nothing special, a sight he was all too used to. The sound of her desperate moans made something in him stir, a longing for control and a need in him that was never fully sated. He didnât allow it to show, didnât allow any of the emotion that was starting to build in his chest to show on his face, but his fingers moved, playing expert notes along the pussy of Elvie, one of his longest lasting girls at a grand total of a year. Elvie moaned, her own body arching more, her hips bucking against his hand, trying to get more of his fingers against her body. She was aching with need for release, practically begging him silently to allow her to cum, but Shuyin only allow a grin to slide along his lips, his  body leaning slightly against the armrest of his throne.
âNow NowâŠ. that sounded dangerously close to a commandâŠâ
Titters of malicious laughter filled the air as the rest of the harem giggled at her humiliation, in the embarrassment and denial of the wood fairy. Casâs eyes closed again as she sank her sharp teeth into her deliciously full lip, her fingers in Elvieâs hair, curling, pulling at the fire red locks as she tried to hold back her orgasam. Shuyin watched her, the denial written across her face just as beautiful as the cocky arrogance she had shown to him before. Cas hadnât known what she was asking for when she had begged him to join his Harem. The sight of her, sultry, confident, leaning against him as she purred deliciously naughty things in his ear... She had been so sure that he could handle it, had been confident that she would please him, that she would become his favorite.
She hadnât know what she was asking for, and he loved watching them shatter under his command.
The disconnection between the two images that created her impression in him was even sweeter then her moans.
âPlease!â She moaned, hips riding harder as she ached. âPlease let me come!Your⊠Your majesty will you let me cumâŠ. Please!â
â.... Now thereâs a good girlâŠâ
He purred his delight as he removed his fingers from Elvieâs clit, the whimper of denial from her making his cock stir, twitch as it started to harden. His fingers moved, digits slick with her arousal. He moved his hand to the side, one mass of darkness  sliding along the floor to lift a towel up to him, transparent shoulders raised in hopeful praise, another mass of black moving from the shadows to offer a bowl full of clear, glistening water. He watched them as Cas continued to writhe, fight back desperately against the flicking and gentle sucking of her clit, essenes coating Elvieâs face. He tilted his head, black hair spilling over his shoulder as he washed his hands again, getting the entirety of her essence off his skin. His grin widened as she looked so hopeful, bright doe like eyes begging, pleading...
âNo. You may not.â
Elvie pulled away to draw a long low wail from Casâs lips, her eyes filling and spilling as she arched her back to try and will her release from the slowly departing mouth of Elvie. He watched her struggle a moment more, her hands clenching as she sobbed her displeasure, her cheeks stained with tears as she breathed out another cry. He didnât blame the poor girl. She had been asking, begging him now for close to three hours, and he hadnât let up on the assault to her poor body. He had never touched her, but he had her writhing against the ground, her legs clenched and rubbing together to try and create some friction. Today had been her first day, and she had so much yet to learnâŠ. But as Her gasps and sobs shifted into words, she looked back up to him, long lashes fluttering as she whimpered out her lesson.
âThank you, Your MajestyâŠâ
You always thank your king for the gift of his command.
âYour Majesty! We tried to stop-â
âWe told him you were busy!â
Shuyinâs head snapped up at the doors to his private relaxation room were slammed open, two guards stumbling in, nearly tripping over one another as they tried to force their way in, with excuses on their lips and gasps on their breath. The guard's words blended together, aggravating against Shuyinâs nevers, s low grow slipping past his lips.
âOut of my WAY, GITS! Fucking shit, Ya little cunts, letâs see those fucking pussies drip âŠ. DADDYâS HOME!!â
Denali slid into view, the shifting colors of his skin allowing his vision to be seen as he held out his arm in grand welcome, a smirk on his face as he allowed his arm to drop, a tilt of his head as black hair spilled over his shoulder. Â It was easy to feel the discomfort, the unease of not knowing what someone will do, how to act toward someone, that followed him into the room, as the largely renown asshole of his court made his way to the king, stepping over the girls along the ground without even so much as a second glance. The fairies around him fluttered uneasily as the unstable man walked in, but Denali seemed to only have his eyes on Shuyin, finally reaching his destination to throw a mocking little look toward him, his hands finding his pockets, his stance cocky and sure.
âDid I interrupt something important, Kingy? Sorry, but I Thought maybe you would like to know you got guests.â
The Dark king sighed as he rolled his head along his shoulders, flopping back against his throne as he lifted his gaze to look through long thick lashes at the man. Denali was known to try and antagonize, to get under people's skin, but it really didnât work on Shuyin. The Dark king had known him for years, had known him since they had spawned together all those years ago, and honestly, that was just about the only things saving Denali from getting his ass executed by absolutely all the senators of his court.
âGuests?â
âYep.â He spoke, popping the âpâ slightly. âGuests⊠and youâll never guess who it is. Go on, Guess.â
âWho is is?â Shuyin said, getting up, moving to stand and leave, but the other eclipse fair wasnât having any of it. Denali slid along the floor, moving to step before Shuyin and blocking his path. Shuyinâs gakre did nothing to dampen the wicked grin that was spreading like wildfire along the slightly smaller manâs lips.
âGuess.â
âI donât have time for this, Den!â
Denali only tsked at him,moving to allow him through, simply waving his hand in a languid half asswave, his eyes rolling as he huffed a little at him.
âOh, Youâre no fun Shu. Itâs The Queen of prudes and her little bitch of a friend, waiting for you in the kitchen.â
That stopped him dead. The solstice queen⊠here? In his court? Hs mind reeled with surprise, his eyes widening before he blinked, his mind racing with possibilities. There was only so many reason she could be here, and to make the trip to his castle, far out of the way and a very long ways away from her home in the solstice courtâŠ. Something big or important must be needed indeed.
âDonât let Ty hear you talk about them like that.â He spoke absently.
It was easy to tell who it was he was talking about when he gave the titles, Shuyinâs eyes rolling as he moved past him to make his way to the open doors. Den made it no secret that he despised the light court, the Queen and her lady in waiting most especially. He wasnât particularly fond anything that came from that court in the first place, too harsh and vulgar to get along with any of them, but after the incident with Ty, his hate had become a chip he bore on his shoulder, his heart on his sleeve. It happened now, as his face distorted into something more monstrous, his teeth snapping together as he hissed his hate. Something must have happened, as Shuyin noted his even-quicker-than-usual temper spike, his eyes flashing darkly as he made his way to his side, keeping pace with him easily.
âTy doesnât need to be with them any longer then he has to. Heâs gotten soft. That Queen cunt messed with hsi head when she fucked him up. Heâll see soon enough, nothing good will come from them.â
Shuyin didnât say anything as he made his way to the Kitchen, his steps quick and sure, but unhurried. His jacket bellowed behind him, long black cloth sliding over the floor as he stepped from his room to the shadows of his castle, electricity here in the mountains saved for places like his and his friends wings of the castle, his study, the throne room, kitchenâŠ. so his halls were lined with long large windows and torches and candles, the flickering lights casting a slight haze over the ink black brick.
âIâll handle this DenâŠ. go relax.â
And order⊠nt a request. Shuyin stepped thr0ugh the door leading to the Kitchen, not looking back as he heard Denâs steps change direction, his eyes already locked on the purity of the beautiful queen that had been the subject of his mild obsession for that past thousand years.. God, she was just as gorgeous as ever, spilling long silver hair and dark ink eyes that drew him in, captured his gaze and refused to let go. He could feel the smile sliding on his lips, a habit, more than desire, as he moved forward, the black of his clothing shadowing the white lace that she had clothed herself in. She did not back away from him, but her hand clenched as she looked up at him, her pretty, sinfully full lips parting just slightly for him, to spill his name past her lips.
He Wanted more, wanted to hear her moan it and cry his name as he brought her to heights he was sure she never experienced beforeâŠ. Not by his hand.
âYour highnessâŠ. Itâs an honor⊠to what do I owe thisâŠ. Sudden visit?â the question could not be missed in his voice, though his gaze was locked on her eyes, occasionally down the curves that her dress clung to.
âYou havenât changed your mindâŠ.? Come, Join me in the meeting hall.â
