I don't own Maleficent or any recognizable characters of this story.

This story will feature Dark Mermaid Maleficent in the interim of Aurora coming into rule. No she is not a mermaid permanently, she is still a faery. Yes it is Malora. Enjoy!

Chapter 4. The Sun and Moon Reunite in the Sky

Maleficent held the sunny girl in her arms firmly, awaiting her response. Aurora's eyes glowed with twinkling blue tears, slowly shaking her head in a 'no' fashion. She was unable to speak. Who was she to be held by the most beautiful sight all The Moors had ever seen. Maleficent was all dark, sultry glory in her eyes, even wet and illumined in the soft darkness as she was. The Faery could only chuckle silently as she looked down at the watery girl she held. Two years had changed her, but apparently not in matters pertaining to herself. She let her magic pulse easily around her in sprays of gold and a black chiffon slip appeared around her form. Just enough to cover a bit of her legs and torso, and with a great flap of her wings they were cruising into the air. Aurora tucked her head into the space between her chin and her collar bone, letting the tears finally come and with it, more sweet kisses. Maleficent merely tightened her grip and upped her speed a notch; they had much to discuss obviously and her tree was the only place she would do it, though she trusted all the Moors.

The tree was waiting as she knew it would be, with large wide branches and full green leaves of all hues, quite the reflection of her eyes if they were ever any to be seen. Setting her golden rose among the branches she'd slept in in what seemed an eternity ago, she floated down to the trunk and the roots.

"It has been a while my friend." The tree murmured in pleasure as she ran her nails lightly on its base. "I've brought the Sun back with me at last. Balance is restoring itself finally." She looked up into the branches spread above her head. Aurora was looking down from where she'd been set down at her. Her eyes, were an alluring azure that threatened to throw her wings into a tizzy with all their twitching if she didn't fly up. They'd identified Aurora two years ago, and now having been returned to her yet again wouldn't settle down until the discussion had been had. That discussion.

Maleficent gave the most minute quirk of her lips before drawing her gaze back to the waiting bark in front of her.

"I'm sorry that I left you my friend, but you knew that I could not have stayed here in my state." She kissed the bark then as the tree seemed to shake. "I'd have drowned in something far worse than dark waters." She noted that little flowers of yellows, blues and greens had begun to creep up from the roots of the tree up the trunk as she floated with a quick flutter of her wings to where Aurora sat. She positioned herself so that her back was supported while her ankles dangled gracefully over the edges of the branch.

"Come." She indicated with open arms. Aurora scooted herself so that she could lean with her back against Maleficent's front as the faery curled strong arms around her waist. Not for the first time this evening did she feel her body heat almost instantly. But so flustered was she that she failed to notice the magic that had begun to thickly coat the air around them, like a gold smog. Maleficent on the other hand, was very aware as she could feel it in her body, creeping through her veins not yet rapidly, but slowly and thickly pulsing. She'd have to speak quickly.

"Beastie. Beastie, I need you to look at me. Now." The younger woman wasted no time tilting her head so that their eyes met, though when she felt her spine arch and the rush of heat hit her flower and seem to fly up to her crown, she panted. Maleficent couldn't help the lustful snarl that ripped itself from her chest and flung itself out of her mouth at the sight. This wasn't going at all how she planned it. She barely had any control left, but she refused to proceed. Not until the young woman understood what she was getting herself into, magic of the moors seeking to assert itself or not. And from the way Aurora had slowly begun to dig her hands into Maleficent's forearms, assert it was. Forcing down another snarl with concerted effort, she let a clawed hand come grip Aurora's chin.

"Listen to me Beastie. Fae, though similar to humans in matters of appearance, are not humans. No matter how tamed we may appear, we are still wild, and are still governed by nature itself. I'm not immune to any calls of nature, no matter what you've seen of me in the past. I've only so much self-restraint. Had I stayed here so close to your castle and not kept myself in the deep of the Moors, I wouldn't have been able to have resist the call of my wings or my magic. I would have come for you before the time was right." She herself was becoming short of breath. She was struggling in vain to keep her other hand from wandering from it's death grip on her waist, but for two years the magic of the moors that coursed through her had been stoppered. And now like a pressured bottle, the cork wasn't holding. And she knew it wouldn't when she heard Aurora speak, her voice strangely husky:

"You should have come for me."

And with that she felt the magic in the air around her combust as they both moved at the same time. She had Aurora standing with her back against the trunk before she could inhale her next breath. The laughter that came from those lips at her aggressiveness had her forcing her neck to the side licking a hot line up from her collar bone up to ear. This she had no control over, this magic. This was primal and far older than herself. She'd felt it in the instance her wings had returned to her back that fated night Aurora had released them. As she'd taken her first ascension with them, the look she'd felt her self giving Aurora had spoken volumes. It had come alive them, and she'd known then as she did now, that it would not rest. Not even when it had been 'sated' would it lay down.

Aurora had hoisted her legs with alarming speed around the Fae's waist and had begun to roll her hips slowly in a manner that had Maleficent been anything but a normally tightly in control Faery, would have had her howling and baying like a wolf in heat. As it was she was still a faery and no matter what her magic wanted she still fought, claws just beginning to cut through the fabric bunched at Aurora's hips.

"Listen to me!" Aurora simply countered with her own lick up the shell of Maleficent's ear. Aurora felt like someone had poured liquid gold and fire into her veins. She felt her body searching for something she herself had never experienced. She had no sense of control at all and found herself snarling like a kitten at Maleficent's insistence on pausing.

"Aurora!"

The two of them stood panting fiercely, Maleficent's wings spread wide behind her and shuddering, and Aurora almost at the point of keening despite the heated glare they were leveling at each other.

"Fae are not beasts that cannot resist the call to mate, but THIS. THIS is more than that. I cannot undo this. My magic is pooling in your body without my consent even as we stand here." And she was right, Aurora's natural glow seemed to glitter in the moonlight, and her eyes had begun to show a thin ring of gold just around the edges.

"My magic, the magic of the Moors knows you, and would have us tied together. But you are a human young one, and if it's not your heart's desire to remain inextricably linked to myself and the moors, then you must release me so that I may go."

Aurora felt something like ice slip down her throat to settle in her chest.

"Go where? You can't leave me! You promised!" The heat quickly took her over again, with a far greater intensity than she ever thought possible. Her hips began again to move as she keened low in her chest.

"Never leave me, gods no never again. You're mine. Only mine!"

That was all it took. Maleficent's eyes flashed a mighty green once, twice, and then turned a dark gold. She again had hold of her Queen's chin and let her lips claim. The magic of the moors around them howled forcing their bodies flat against each other, leaving no space between them. Waves of gold crested in through Maleficent's back straight through the front of her body and into Aurora. From around the tree it looked as though varying sized fireworks of gold were going off, lighting it up. Aurora could feel her magic plundering her in every area of her body making her scream into the heat of Maleficent's mouth. She felt like she would pass out. She'd never experienced any heat like this, so terrible in it's all consumingness. But so wonderful. Her body began to shake as she felt something indescribable building in her. She was going to die. She was facing the pheonix death and she'd die in bliss. Meanwhile Maleficent became the most skilled cartographer in the area of her beastie's mouth. She held her firmly with one hand and let her other hand wander to her sternum. She would put her out of her glorious misery at last. Pressing her hand to the center of her chest, she let all the love and magic that was seeking a home in her, flow in. A blast of gold heat erupted in Aurora's chest funneling both ways down her spine to her core settling her body into the set of a drawn bow, and up through her heart to her crown out of the top of her head. No sound would leave her mouth so Maleficent fastened her bloody reds to the parted lips of her queen and the light came back down through her crown and flowed straight into her mouth. Splitting to move upwards into her crown and down her spine, a circle of light kept them together. It kept pulsing through the top of their heads, connecting them until at last Maleficent fell to her knees, Aurora still wrapped around her waist. The two women stared at each other chests still heaving.

"And so the sun and moon reunite in the sky," Maleficent murmured in between breaths.

"Is that what that was? Union?" Maleficent caught her beastie's hand entwining their fingers. She kissed each finger slowly, keeping her eyes locked with the wide blown gaze of the disheveled woman wrapped around her. A different kind of heat had already begun to build in her flower at the sight. She felt the green of the hunter hit her eyes. Aurora's already wide eyes grew hazy looking at the predator now licking at her fingers.

Her voice was as low as she thought her blood could handle without hissing.

"Oh yes Beastie, that was the fae union. But oh dear. I'm afraid...I'm not quite done."

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