Author's Note: Warning, lemon.

Kit xx

His lips found hers again quickly and he pressed desire into her. There was need in the kiss; Dee could feel it. And she could also feel the way that his lips moved expertly against her own. Irial had never before witnessed the fey-woman feed; she had always done that when she was out of his Court, with some miscellaneous human or fey. But he was feeding her need for touch right now and he knew that she was revelling in it. He could see it in her eyes.

Dee let a measure of her own feeling slip through her guard. She let him have her lust. Her want. Her need. She knew that he could feel it. It was sustaining him just as his touch was to her. Tit for tat. A veritable feast of flesh and feeling for just the two of them to absorb.

She felt his tantalisingly soft fingers run across her bare back. Though this had not been in her mind when she had dressed, how she did not regret the choice of wearing a backless, floor-length dress to meet the Dark King that day. Her hands pressed against his chest, that smooth, silk shirt pinned between her skin and his, blocking her from him.

Irial was already loving this plan more and more with every touch. Resisting Dee had been so hard in the past. But now she was his fey. And she was his. She would come to him whenever he wished it from now on; but they both knew that this was just as much her choice as it was his. And they both knew that she would never deny his request.

Irial's lips left hers for a moment and he stared into her eyes. Azure with a flash of that oh-so-familiar green. Whatever the colour, he could still read her pleasure, the lust she was freely granting him access to. The Dark King's hand slid to her waist and he pressed her closer to him- pressed her hips closer to him.

Dee stared at him for a moment and let slip more of her own emotion. Curiosity. Excitement. She wondered just how far Irial intended to take this. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself- she just wondered exactly how excited she should be getting right now. He flashed her a wicked grin.

Using his leverage on her waist, he pulled her out of the room and into an adjoining corridor. In a quick movement, one only capable from the fey, Dee found her back was pressed against the wall of the corridor, Irial's body pinning her there. He kissed her again, drinking in her deep breaths. Her lust, her want, was so sweet to him; like a nectar he'd been waiting so long to taste.

And she returned his kisses in kind, revelling in the feel of his lips, his body against hers. Dee bit down sharply on his lip, her teeth drawing some blood. He groaned, and she knew that it wasn't painful for him, but Irial still pulled his mouth back and looked at her questioningly for a second.

"A little payback for last time," she said, grinning at him.

He smirked and shifted his attention from her lips. Payback indeed. He would teach her the meaning of payback before this night was through. He pressed kisses to her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, each in turn a tantalising taste of what was to come.

Dee leant her head back against the wall, clearly relishing every touch of his lips, every torturous nip of his teeth, and every soothing swipe of his tongue that always followed. Soon her pale, almost blue-tinged skin was painted with the blood she had drawn. Irial finally pulled back and looked down, satisfied at his work.

"Red suits you," he murmured.

She didn't have time to reply before he spun her away from the wall and into another room. He let her stand in front of him there, while he pressed himself behind her, against her. Irial's hands rested on her hips, holding her in place while his lips again barraged her shoulders and neck.

She looked at the room. A bedroom, of course, complete with a huge bed framed with dark-wood posts and a set of deep-purple velvet curtains hanging from them. The sheets and pillows were made of blue-black silk sheets, the colour of the night's sky.

Dee smiled to herself. This was certainly nothing like the places that she'd been sating her hunger with the mortals had been. And it did not surprise her one bit that this was Irial's room. King of the Dark Court indeed.

"So this is what the Dark King's bedroom looks like," Dee commented with a contented sigh.

"I find the view much improved with you in it. Although..."

His hands shifted to undo the looping material tied at her neck and, making short work of it, Dee's dress fell to the floor. The soft material pooled at her feet and she basked in its sudden absence.

"Much better," Irial whispered in her ear.

She smirked as his hands moved to her bare skin. How she loved the feel of his skin on hers, how satisfying it was. Irial's hands traced the line of her figure, playing with the her silhouette, teasing her. She sighed. He avoided any of the more sensitive parts of her body, because he was teasing her on purpose.

His intention to make her understand the true meaning of payback would work well to his advantage. Irial's hands rested on Dee's hips again and he spun her around so that she was facing him once more. He was smirking as his dark eyes trailed her body, and she let him take his time in that look.

"I think you'll find that I do not come undone as easily as my clothing," she said quietly.

He looked back up at Dee. The promise in her words made him smile.

"We shall see."

She grinned back at him; only to have the expression swallowed in another of the same passionate, and frenzied kisses that he had been waiting to instigate for so long.

Dee's hands moved across the Dark King's shirt, clutching at the material. He let her pull it up, breaking their kiss only momentarily to pull the silk garment over his head. And then her hands found his bare chest. How she'd wanted to touch him for so long; how she'd wanted to feel her skin against his. Her fingers ran over the contours of his chest, slowly tickling over his flesh.

Irial's hands travelled over her body again, the need in his touches increasing. Perhaps payback could wait. Dee's fingers pulled at the top of his trousers and he helped her get him out of them. He was glad that he had chosen to be as barefoot as she was, as he easily stepped out of the fallen material.

In their kissing, they had stepped further into the room. Irial's roaming hands paused for a moment, only so that he could push her backwards. She didn't resist; she knew what was behind her. But she did feel the strength in him as the back of her legs hit the bed when he pushed her down on it.

"So forceful, my King," she said playfully as she looked up at his standing form.

"You had better believe it," he smirked.

He leaned over her on the bed and kissed the base of her neck. Then his lips moved lower. And his hands moved too, caressing her upper body, her chest. But Dee's hands were just as active. Irial smirked to himself. He knew she'd been waiting as long to do this as he had. And how sweet it was.

What he didn't expect was for Dee to flip them over, so that she was now straddling him. He looked up at her, his head now resting on the silk sheets, and raised a brow at her. She gave him a crooked smile.

"My turn, Iri."

And she kissed him, placing her hands on either side of his face. She kept their kiss slow; made every movement languorous. She made him crave more. Irial's hands went to her hips, fingers pressing into her skin. Her mouth tormented him just as his had to her. As little as he actually knew about her, she was certainly skilled in this.

Dee shifted backwards, leaving him for a second. He looked down at her and saw that she was now balanced on her knees, over his legs. She met his eyes for a second. A flash of green in them before her attention turned south.

Her fingers grasped him, softly, lightly at first, and Irial let his head drop back to the sheets as her fingers caressed him. Running her hand up and down him, she applied the perfect pressure to her strokes. Irial closed his eyes and let the feeling of her overtake him.

Then he felt her tongue, licking out to the tip of him, swirling around the head of his shaft. And she closed her mouth around him, slowly taking all of him into her mouth. It was pure pleasure. Oh, how she knew exactly what she was doing. Irial thought about stopping her just before his release, but he didn't. Her mouth was just too welcoming, and she swallowed everything that he could give.

And, as soon as the Dark King recovered himself, he switched their positions again so that he was on top of her once more. His palms kneaded her breasts as his kisses tormented her neck. Eventually, his lips followed, pressing kisses to her hyper-responsive skin and, in turn, he took each of her nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive nubs. Then he moved on, licking, nipping his way down her torso. He was torturously slow and she squirmed beneath him.

"I like the concept of payback. It never goes amiss," he whispered.

He had the opportunity to teach her now. Dee just rolled her eyes and let him continue. Irial's fingers traced over the inside of her thighs for the longest time, teasing her skin in light, tickling patterns. She couldn't help but shiver as he followed the exact same movements with his tongue.

He bit down sharply and Dee let out a small, pleasured cry. And then Irial's fingers and mouth found the exact place that she wanted him to, working away to the centre of her pleasure. She wriggled and her breath began to come out in short gasps. Irial held her hips to keep her still as her moans cut through the air.

He didn't even think to stop before her release though. He wanted to see what his half-water fey would do when confronted with a moment of ecstasy. She cried out and released her wall of emotion, emotionally baring herself to him, as he'd hoped she would.

Then Irial entered her slowly, slipping himself into her core. They groaned in unison at the sensation of him filling her; as they finally became one after so much teasing. Their movements were slow at first but each of his thrusts sped up over time, as did the corresponding bucking of her hips.

Irial waited until Dee was nearing her release for a second time before he said, "I want you to release everything you have in you, everything that you have collected, when the time comes."

She nodded, but didn't have the strength of mind to answer. Irial was just too damn good at that. And when her climax rocked through her once more, Dee let go of everything in one moment of pure pleasure. Irial opened himself to receive all of it, and he channelled what she gave him through to his Court in jolts.

Irial was glad that he had ensured the Court were gathered, or at least somewhere nearby, so that they could receive what Dee could give them. He could not have held it all himself- it was a wonder to him that she could.

But the Dark Court experienced everything that Dee could pass on to them, as did their King. And that moment was the first feast that would become a regular occurrence- and many of them would never know how it came to pass.

Author's Note: Woah... So, it's kind of been almost a year since I've updated this fic, and I can't apologise enough. However, I am re-reading the series again now, so I should be able to get much more of this story written. :) Hope you guys liked the chapter. :)

For now, I'm going to go to bed and get an early night for once. After ten straight hours of not being allowed to sit down and having to be insanely polite to random strangers (aka my job); I am knackered.

Kit xx