Dance Upon a Faery Mound
A.N/Disclaimer/Summary: Refer to Prologue. Okay for those who are actually reading this story, I took out Severus POV from chapter two. I have no idea what I was thinkin when I put that there. It totally screwed with my story and made him seem like a pansy ass. So sorry, if ya'll actually liked having it there, but no - it's gone! Also, I am vanishing the dates and times into the nether from here on out, it shall only be location now. Honestly, I have no idea is Faery skies are purple, because the book that held such info, I can't find it. And I really don't feel like searching through fever books to find a reference of Isle of Morar.
Chapter three
Isle of Morar, Faery, the world between worlds.
A soft sigh drifted upon the soft Fae wind that brought the smell of the crystal sea. Lay upon the shimmering beaches of the Fae Isle Morar, were two creatures. Human in appearance, irresistibly beautiful, and utterly perfect.
Golden hair fell over tanned, velvety skin like water, and iridescent eyes closed in bliss hiding the kaleidoscope of colors that rivaled a rainbow. The Fae sun beat down warming the strong back that rippled with muscle with each rocking movement of the males hips. Beneath him, staring at him, eyes hooded, with fiery red hair splayed across the shimmering white sands was a woman. Her pink pliable lips separated and a delicate pink tongue darted out to across her lower lip. Her chest heaved and her perky breasts bounced as she quietly erged the fae-male to go faster by wrapping her slender olive baby smooth skinned legs around his hips, her ankle flexing digging the heel of her foot into his gluteus maximus. To please her - no one had pleased her so well as Amadan had.
"Of course my Queen," came the smooth voice. It were as music to any mortal's ears, but Queen Aoibhael could hear the strain in it. He was close, but she was no where near.
"Hold on longer, love, we've only just begun..." she purred into his ear, her arms wrapping around his neck dragging herself from the soft sand, digging her nails into that smooth skin. He arched, dragging himself deeper into her and she arched meeting him and a groan fell from her lips as her eyes rolled back as a wave of pleasure washed over her senses. He'd found it. The spot that no one, but one other had found. She curled gentle lips around the lob of his ear and suckled.
With a roughness only supplied to warriors, he detached himself from her and flipped her over. Raising her ass into the air, exposing her to him, his eyes feasted on the sight before he brought himself into her heat once again. Leaning back and dragging her with him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and another around her waist, holding her to him. With each thrust, gaining speed she jerked. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her mouth open, eyes closed and wave after wave of electricity danced beneath her skin as he continued to hit that secret, thrilling spot inside of her. And with a long throaty growl, the male, sunk his teeth into the supple flesh of her shoulder, causing her to cry out.
It was this scene a young male Faery, dressed in the royal colors of the Seelie Court, saw when he arrived on the Isle of Morar with an important message for the Queen. To the Fae, carnal acts of the flesh were quite normal, as it was the closest they would ever come to feeling human emotion. To see such acts, was as ordinary as the skies being purple (Faery). So as the male took his queen he did not bat an eyelash. He stood shoulders back, tall, and proud as befitting a young Prince of the Seelie Court.
"My Queen," he said clearly, his voice as equally smooth as the other males. He silently watched as his Queen's iridescent eyes opened, they shined with pleasure. With one smooth gentle hand and a softly given command, the male that been riding her, stopped and moved away. He sat hunched, his eyes glaring at the young Prince, his body tight and taunt from exertion, he lay erect and exposed to the world - it did not bother him. And the male watched as his Queen walked towards the young Faery.
The young Prince, swept one passing gaze over the male taking him in. Before his rainbow like eyes turned towards his approaching Queen - her skin shinning pink with pleasure, her chest heaving giving him the perfect view of her taunt nipples and the valley between her legs and he was moved like any other man would. Their Queen was beautiful beyond compare, it was an honor to be called to satisfy her pleasures.
The young prince dropped to his knee, his head bowed, his hands flat on the sand.
"Young Prince Padraig, raise yourself" she said, her sweet lit washing over him in a wave, her hand carded threw his hair. With the male equivalent of a purr he rose, his eyes taking her in. "Tell me, what news do you bring?"
"The Compact's, my Queen. The one between the Keltar Druids was a bit delayed, but it had been upheld. It is the one between the Prince's. It has yet to be paid. The others are restless, they think the prince's are declaring war." The Queens gaze grew flinty and distant. And for a moment the only thing you could hear was the sound of the waves lapping at the shoreline.
"It is nothing to fear, the compact between us and the wizards shall be paid in time. The last Prince is simply delayed. Fret not, all is well."
"But," he started.
"I said, Fret not. You will tell the court this as well. War is not upon us, not yet, and certainly not from the Prince's. They have held their loyalty to the Court for centuries, and this one is particularly honorable. He will up hold the compact. I have no doubts, and neither should you. Am I understood?" She watched impassively. She watched as that smooth, chiseled, strong jaw creaked open as if to argue before it clicked closed again.
"I understand." Padraig said. The Queen nodded, her hair as like fire beneath the suns' light. And in the blink of an eye, he shifted from sight. The Queen stared off, before a delicate grin curved her lips and she turned back towards the Male Faery, who lay erect, aroused, and flushed with desire.
"Bradach, where were we?" she cooed stepping closer and into his arms and straddled his waist. He captured her lips with his before he buried himself in her feminine valley.
"Right here my Queen."
Cooper Residence, Inverness, Highlands, Scotland
Shannon Cooper was awoken by a harsh rapid tapping on the front of her door. It was pure will power alone that pulled her from the comfort and warmth of her duvet. Slipping into a silk nightgown that didn't hide her generous curves, she slid down the hall to the front door like a snake in the grass, her eyes fighting to stay open. And it was pure will power alone that kept her from slamming the door in Ian MacFarley's aged and fierce face. It had been months since she had seen the servant that served the Keltar's.
The thought of those gorgeous other worldly men, cast a shadow of pain upon her heart - but it was the dominent, yet gentle gaze of tiger lilies and the silky mane that belonged to Christopher MacKeltar that thrust her into a place she vowed to never visit again. A place were passion and unrequainted love dwelled, it was the part of her she vanished years before, it was the world of a naive girl.
"Go away, Ian. The Keltar's, for whatever they need, can go into town." she whispered into the night. A scowl spread across the aged face of Ian, twisting his features.
"Listen Lassy and listen good. A life is at stake, would ye let a man die because some Lad, in his fool youth, broke ye heart?"
Shannon wanted to say yes, just so she couldn't fall into those eyes again and get lost and left in the dark like before. But it was the image of her father. A wise and gentle soul that whispered in her ear that gave her pause, that turned the yes on her lips to a no.
"No." she said sighing. "Hang on, let me get my bag and you can brief me on the situation." she said closing the door in the old man's face. With each step she walked towards her bedroom, her heart pounded and her stomach twisted at the thought of seeing Christopher again. Had it really been so long? Years had gone by, the Keltar's come from a strong breed. Sickness rarely graced their world. She bit her lip. She'd have to deal, surely, her heart no longer belonged to the man. Deep in her heart, she knew, he held apart of her that could never be removed.
Grabbing her bag, throwing away her dressing gown, she through on a pullover over her nightgown. Quickly she left, the ergency of life taking over any doubts that plagued her heart and mind. She found Ian standing beside a large black SUV, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them to fight off the cold. She eyed the large car.
"McFarely, there is no way in the pits I am getting in that monstrosity! We are taking the Coup!" she said heading towards her faithful car. Ian rolled his eyes at the fiery lass, a mischievous grin and a flash of pity in his eyes. Such a fierce and vibrant woman shouldn't be alone, they should have men and a brood of children.
Change, he thought, it's coming and I don't need to be a druid master to know it.