They finally found out about me. Now they think to hunt me. Me! What a laugh. Rowena rejected me as soon as I was 16 and we found out my real power wasn't manipulation. Well not in the true sense. My power is sex. You might be thinking all women have that power when they want to use it, but mine is more than that. I can feed off sex. Make a man crawl to me on his knees just begging for the touch of my hand, one whisper of a kiss.

That wasn't deemed an appropriate power for a Sidhe-Seer and Rowena banished me to live on my own. Threw me out of the abbey on my firm, round, ass. I don't know what she told the others. That I died or was taken by the Fae or something because Kat seemed shocked to find out I was still alive. Then determined to get me back in the abbey. Hell if I need them. I've been making it on my own since I was 16 and I'm not going to cede control of my life again. What do I need them for? One crook of my fingers and I can have anything I want from a man. Or a Fae. Found out after the walls collapsed that I can play them like a violin too. Pretty useful in times like these when humans became nothing more then chattel.

But now that they know about me, word has traveled to the Unseelie Princes. Rath and Kiall as they call themselves. Guess everything has to have a name. Now I'm confident in my powers, never met someone I couldn't seduce, or anyone that could wrestle power over me. But that doesn't mean there aren't other predators out there. Tigers and Orcas are both at the top of their respective food chains, but they never have to encounter one another, nor would you find any organic situation where they had to battle for supremacy. I'm not looking to be the biggest bad out there. Whoever wanted the title could have it. I'm here to survive, get a little pleasure on the side, but the end game is survival. And I don't define survival as the person sex slave to a couple Unseelie Princes. I don't know how their death-by-sex powers will stack up to mine. It's not something I want to compare. Freedom is mine right now and what fool would give that up for the best sex in the universe? Only a succubus Sidhe-seer.

Yes, I agreed to meet with one of them, only one! I smell two and I'm gone forever, faster than it takes their dicks to get hard. That is if they're ever soft, something I highly doubt. Why did I agree to this again? Right, I'm tired of being hunted through my own streets. I'll go head to head with one once and prove I'm not what they're looking for. Then they leave me alone and everything goes back to normal. Except for the world ending, but doesn't seem like there's much that can stop that one.

So here I stand, waiting on a being who could possibly reduce me down to a quivering, pulsing, mass of needy nerve endings. Voice, raw and ragged from screaming out my pleasure as eternity spindles down feelings. Harder. Faster. Again. More. More. More.

Damn it that shouldn't sound good to anyone. Yet another reason I was throw out. Who could want that and be trusted? Did I really agree to this meeting to escape them? Or is this my fate? Drawn to it even as I think I'm still running away. Here I stand on a precipice. Either I retreat and keep my life as I know it. Or throw myself forward into the sea of the unknown, then find myself floating on the top, or sinking into murky, uncharted depths.

Precipice? Murky, uncharted depths? I needed to get out of my head more. No one says things like that.

I hear a chiming sound and end my reverie. Looking up I see a man standing ten yards away from me. The prescribed distance. I bet if I were to measure it would be an exacting ten yards, down to the last millimeter. If I didn't know any better I would say he looked like any other man, any other ridiculously good man. He looked over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. I only managed to glean that from one glance though, for as soon as I met his eyes I couldn't look away. I wasn't mindlessly trapped, but there was a power that held my gaze. Dark eyes. Eyes that held no humanity in them. Eyes that raked over my body and saw something it wanted. It needed. The air around me was suddenly taunt, wrapped around me. Holding my body in place. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Unless I wanted to move forward. Just a few steps more and I would be in his territory, and no one would be able to save me then. My foot started to life off the ground of it's own accord and I saw triumph ring in those black eyes.

That look stopped my foot. I could give in so easily? Pathetic, fool. What made me think I could hold my own against a creature that had lived for centuries. Millennia. That self loathing brought me back to myself and I scowled at him. Anger made me break my gaze and I noticed the second one waiting behind the first. Waiting with the assured certainty that no one could resist the princes. Humans didn't make deals with them. I was a fool twice over.

"I only agreed to meet with one of you, but I guess I should have known you were too frightened to keep your word." Was I baiting them? Did I have a sane bone in my body?

"You will come to us. Whether one of us greeted you or both did not matter. The outcome is the same." The first one spoke. Surety laced through his words. They had never considered that I could stand up to them. That it was possible a human woman wouldn't throw herself at their feet and beg for their cocks. Confidence, huh? What if this woman could make them crawl. Show them what it felt to be at the mercy of another beings wants. Loosening the walls she kept up a little she sent a sliver of power out towards them. Both princes closed their eyes and inhaled as her power brushed them. They were both pure sex, always ready, always looking for more. She didn't have to start the fire, only flame the coals. Add a little fuel and see if she could contain the inferno. Or at least match it with her own.

They opened their eyes and it felt like the air around her constricted once again. Becoming humid and heated, hot and dense. The air that filled a room after hours of fucking. They smiled at her.

"Oh yes, do come and play." The first one urged.

"Which are you, Rath or Kiall?" She asked. Her body becoming looser, wanting to sway to some invisible music, close the distance between them and grind herself between their two firm bodies. Writhe in the feelings they enticed. Finish one and turn to have the other waiting. Over and over again. She didn't move forward.

"It makes a difference?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and amping up his power.

She could feel tendrils of his energy running over her body. Priming it.

"Yes."

"Rath. You haven't fallen to your knees yet."

She lowered her walls a bit further and matched his power. "Don't expect me to. You're going to be begging me for release."

The Princes both made that discordant chiming again. There was a beauty to it. Like a favorite piece of music turned upside down, inside out, but still recognizable.

Then Kiall stepped up the play too. The power reaching out towards her doubled. The air pulsated around her, urging her to ask for release. Just move forward. Everything you want is waiting in front of you. All you have to do is reach out and take it. But still she held her ground.

At first she thought she was imagining it, but the Princes were changing. Gone were the civilized suits, the tidy haircuts. Wild marks began to flow over their skin, constantly changing and swirling in a pattern she couldn't name or follow. Tight leather pants sheathed their legs, not doing a thing to hide the straining erections.

"Aw boys for me? You shouldn't have. Maybe if you ask nicely I could be able to help you out with those peaky protrusions." Taunting them again. She really did have a death wish it seemed. Here they were in all their Fae glory. Beauty so intense it made women weep blood. Sex so good it drove women completely out of their minds and killed them. Yet here she was. Still standing her own in front of them. Nothing streaming down her face. No problem seeing. Sure she was turned on, but that was a constant that she had long ago learned to live with.

The Fae frowned. No human could stand one of them on their own, much less two together. She should be writing before them, her hands down her pants, frantically trying to bring about a climax, all the while begging them to take her, use her body for their own pleasure for eternity. They stopped teasing with their power and focused the full force on this woman. Even as displeasure raced across their faces they were both contemplating the meaning of this. Could there be a human match for them? Someone who wasn't killed by their desires, but thrived on them? This was what they hoped for. What they had been chasing. Someone who might be able to slack the need that had driven them for a millennia. Her scent surrounded them. They could sense her want just as keenly as their own. So why did she not run to them? What did she come here for?

With a smile she dropped her walls completely and let them feel the full force of her power. They both screamed into the night, hips rocking forward, thrusting into thin air. But they didn't come. She could see the frustration of being balanced on that knife point clearly on their faces. One touch. One word. One glimpse of her could set them off. Give them the last bit they needed to slip over the edge into raging pleasure.

With some small concern she noticed that all this power was affecting her too. She had gathered up her hair, sweaty and clinging to the back of her neck, up into a secure ponytail. Her hands had begun to caress her body. Moving along her chest, teasing, then sliding lower along her sides. At some point her shirt had disappeared. Her hands moved independent of her mind. She didn't try and stop them. Focusing on her hands would only distract her and give them an opening to overwhelm her. Besides, both princes had pulled out their cocks and were stroking them as her hand snaked down the front of her pants.

"What now boys? When does the standoff end?"

"Come here and we will show you."

"Nice try. Maybe if you get down on your knees…" She trailed off as her fingers circled her clit, closing her eyes. Oh god, she nearly moaned out loud. Her eyes snapped open to find the Princes flanking her.

"Tell us why you really came here? Were you seeking to intimidate us into leaving you alone? You could have kept hiding and running." Rath pulled her hand out of her pants and replaced it with his own.

"We think you came here because you wanted this to happen. You thought your power could match ours. That you could stand here with us and not lose your mind, Niamh" Kiall slipped his hand around her back and undid her bra, pulling it off.

Their hands were tracing fire down her skin. "How do you know my name?" She asked the only question her mind could hold on to.

"You let your shield down, and us in. We can see why you really came here. What you're seeking."

Niamh let herself look into her mind with all her shields down. She had lied to herself. There was no part of her that wanted to escape the Princes. She had met them blow for blow and she was still standing. This was what she wanted, someone who could match her power and her lust. Rath's fingers brought her screaming and raking her nails down Kiall's body as her body thrashed between them. Her body sagged against Rath and her orgasm melted away, leaving her panting and incapable of speech. The Prince's hands didn't leave her body. Already back at work, stocking the fire, making her body yearn for more.

"Then why are we still standing out here?" She queried. Before she could breathe in they sifted. The only thing left in the street was Niamh's shirt and bra. Forgotten and discarded.