by A C Wilds
“Grey, what is she talking about?” Logan looks up at his big brother and asks.
“Nothing, Squirt.” Greyson says, as he is still staring at me.
“Maybe you need to take your brother back to wherever it is you go at night, and have a chat with him on why I am really here. And maybe you also want to figure out how we can help each other not be here. Come find me when you have the decency to get rid of your fucking attitude,” I snarl, and dismiss him by turning back around to Red. I left a dandy brush in here earlier, and I find it lying on the floor beside his water bucket. I begin to slowly brush circles into Red’s coat while he is munching away on his hay.
“Come on, Squirt. Let’s get you to bed,” I hear Greyson say to Logan. Their footsteps become lighter as they fade into the distance. The barn door closes, and all that is left is blissful silence and the quiet munching of horses enjoying their dinner.
It takes me about a half an hour to calm down from that confrontation. There is just so much going on in one day. First, I have this amazing morning with a man that I am sure is no good for me, then I get to play dress up and march in front of a bunch of Fae that either hate me or want to be me, and then I find out that I am going to marry the Seelie Court heir to the throne. On top of all this, Greyson is a douche to me, and I have to find a way to get out of here. This is all so much. I place my head on Red’s warm side. He smells divine, like deep earth and freedom. I feel a tug on my shoulder and roll my head in his direction all the while still keeping contact. “Are you trying to nip me now? After all that?” I ask him playfully.
No, I was trying to get your attention. Why would I bite you? It makes no sense.
“What the…?” I say out loud. I must be losing my damn mind. It sounded like the horse just talked in my head. Can this day get any weirder? “Did you just talk?”
I can’t talk yet, but yes, I did communicate with you. Just like I’m doing now. It actually has been impossible to get any of these assholes to listen to what I have been trying to say. You were the only one who has taken a beat to be with me. I needed to see you, hence the reason for all this commotion.
I’m pretty sure if I was looking at myself in the mirror, my jaw would be on the floor. I’m probably having a delusional episode brought on by all this trauma. I need to go lie down. I start to slowly back away, but Red turns and tries to follow. “What are you doing? You have to stay here,” I say, because if I am being honest, I do want this to actually be a thing and not a mental break.
I can tell you are getting ready to bolt. If you do, I am going with. Red speaks into my head. I am choosing you to be my soul bonded, so where you go, I go.
Holy shit! This is really happening. I’m talking to a fucking horse in my head. Hell yes! This is the best thing that has happened since I have been brought to this nightmare. I know I shouldn’t be accepting this so quickly, but God if this hasn’t been a dream of mine. Do you know what we could accomplish on the court!
“You’re choosing me? Why? I don’t think there is anything special about me,” I say in a hushed tone. Even though we are alone, I don’t want anyone to hear us. I can tell this is a fragile thing. I’d be crushed if it was taken away.
I have been waiting a very long time to find my soul bonded. It’s not a common thing among my race, but I always knew I’d find mine. You are strong of heart, caring, and you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, even if you are being stupid. These are qualities I admire. You are the Changer. I am hoping you will accept, and let me help you on your journey.
“I accept. I don’t know if I am going crazy, or if this is real but, fuck yes! Let’s do this,” I say a bit louder, because I can’t contain my excitement.
Red paws the ground and shakes his head. He seems just as excited as I do. We will do the ceremony tomorrow. We need the full moon and a running body of water. These pricks built one on the other side of the palace property. Even though it’s not real, it will do.
“Alright, I’ll meet you here tomorrow night, but do you think we could ride a little tomorrow? It’s been so long, and I really had so much fun today,” I ask, a little hesitantly. What if he doesn’t like being ridden. I’ve never asked a horse before. My mounts have always been willing to work, but I could never ask their opinions before.
Of course. I enjoyed myself this morning as well. I like this jumping thing you do.
“Wait. You’ve never jumped a course before?” I ask, astonished. He was so amazing today. He hit every jump perfectly. I can’t believe that he actually has never done this before.
I have never had the reason to; I would not allow anyone else to ride me before.
“Woah! You mean to tell me I jumped on a horse that has no experience with a rider or a course before. This is insane!”
If you say so. I am not a regular horse, Azrael. I am a Fae creature. I have abilities and intelligence that cannot compare to other beings.
This is getting to be a lot to take in. I’m intrigued though. I want to know more about him. “So, if you’re not a regular horse, what are you exactly?”
I am an Arion. A long time ago there were many herds of us living in peace in Faerie. Now, I don’t know if there are any left. I haven’t been to Faerie in almost a thousand years.
“That’s a long time to be away from home. Why are you here? Stuck in this place?”
I was given to the Light, but the Dark Queen used me as a spy until we lost contact many years ago. She likely thinks I am dead, and the Light thinks I am a regular Fae horse.
“What makes an Arion so special from a normal Fae horse? What can you do?”
Arion are considered the swiftest horses. They have the ability to run at impossible speeds and fly high in the sky. I can communicate telepathically, and I have healing qualities in my saliva. When we are soul-bonded, there are extra abilities that we can manifest, but because it is so rare, I have never seen it before. I am also a strong war horse with the ability to take down many enemies. Honestly, I could very well be the best thing that has ever happened to you. He says this with his horse face which makes it even more funny. He has no expression, so it comes across as a deadpan joke. I laugh out loud.
“Full of yourself much? Although I have to agree, that is quite extraordinary,” I say. I can’t believe this is a conversation I am having with a horse. No, correction, an Arion. I might have to go to bed soon, my head is swimming.
If you were a superior being, you’d feel the same.
“Alright, Mister. I’m going to bed. I need to sleep and process all this. I think in the morning we should play it cool. Don’t let anyone know of our new connection. I’m going to run through a bunch of practice routines with you, we can do some more jumping, and then give you a good grooming and a bath. Is that all ok with you?
That is acceptable. I also think it is wise to hide our bond for now. It can be manipulated before the ceremony if anyone finds out. The Seelie court is not what it seems. Even though it is considered the Light, it does not burn pure. Michael is as evil as they come. When the time is right, we must leave.
“Red, you took the words right out of my mouth. I have been wanting to leave since I got here. Michael gives me bad vibes, and I can’t wait to get as far away from him as possible.”
Red considers me for a minute. I guess this is all new to him also. I know it’s weird for me. You are right. After the ceremony we must make a plan to depart this wretched court, and I must return to Faerie and the Dark.
“Wait a minute. You intend to take me to the Dark court? The Unseelie Court? Isn’t it worse than here? I don’t want to jump into the fire, so to speak.”
Dark or Light has nothing to do with the Fae you are. It is the choices you make that make you good or evil. The Dark court is not perfect, but they believe in free will, and you need to go there if you want to be able to become the Changer. Your next mate is there.
“Hold on one second, my next what? I don’t even have a mate now, how would I gain another?”
“No, we are certainly not mates. I mean he is fucking gorgeous, and I have this unexplained pull to him, but he is not my mate. I don’t even know him. I could never love someone who agrees with what goes on in this place.”
You never will truly know a Fae unless you take the time. He is not a bad male. He treats Storm with respect and kindness. I think he is just misguided. He has never known anything else. He is your mate, regardless of your initial feelings. He will be needed for you to complete the Change. We can talk more on this later. Go rest. I am tired as well. We need our strength for tomorrow night. It will take a toll on us both.
I have to agree with him. I am exhausted, and my mind is reeling from what he has told me. “Ok Red, see you in the morning,” I respond. I latch the stall behind me as I leave. All is quiet across the grounds. The guests must have all left. I look up to the sky and see a million stars. I have no way to tell if they are real or fake, like everything else around here, but they are pretty, so I imagine they are real. There is so much to think about. How could all this be happening to me? I have so much to sort through.
Mating
Azra
I make my way into the kitchens and down the long hallways to my room. As I approach my door, I notice a figure standing there. He is in the shadows so I can’t see his face, but I’d know that silhouette anywhere. “What do you want, Cass?” I ask, with a bit of exhaustion in my voice. I am really not in the mood to argue with him again.
“I just came to apologize for earlier. I could have handled it much better,” he says looking a little sad. “I also want to explain some things to you if I could.”
“It’s late, Cass. I’m tired, and I just want to sleep.”
“It will only take a minute. I promise. And then we will get you into bed,” he says with a bit of a mischievous look in his eyes. Oh gods, I might be in trouble.
I open the door and walk in. The room is just how I left it, except the mess I made when I came to change is now picked up. The bed is turned down, and there is a pitcher of water with lemon on the side table. If it wasn’t so wrong, I could get used to being treated like this. I turn to Cass and ask “So, what did you have to say?”
“Can we sit? I think it would be better if we sat.”
“Okay,” I say, a little annoyed at this point. Doesn’t he understand that I need to rest? I walk over to the arm chairs by the fire and plop down in the closest chair. “Talk.”
“First off, I want to apologize. I didn’t do a good job of explaining myself before we were interrupted by Logan. I need you to know that even though things are as they are here, I don’t agree with everything. I have had a very long life so far, and sometimes it is easier to look away than to do something about it.”
I begin to protest, but he leans forward and takes my hand. This makes me freeze up and stare into his eyes.
“Azra, I do not approve of the slavery. It is a custom that has been in action for hundreds of years. It is hard to change the minds of the Fae who do not know another way. There are some at court that have my feelings as well, but it would be treason to speak of such things out loud or in public.”
“As much as I am glad to hear this, I have to say being quiet about it is almost as bad as doing it,” I retort.
“I know,” he says, looking ashamed. He is still holding my hands, but his gaze has transferred over to the bright blaze coming from the fireplace. “I wish things were different, but my hope is now that the Changer is among us again, we can see this place brought into a new era.”
He looks so trustful in this moment. His face is still chiseled with concern, but there is a glimmer of hope there. He thinks I can do this.
“Cass…” I begin to say, but I am cut off by him coming closer to me. His face is level with mine, and he is staring into my eyes. I don’t move. I can’t even breathe. He is so magnificent. He smells like the Earth after a thunderstorm. His eyes are hypnotic, and I find myself inching closer. He closes the distance, and before I can object, his lips are on mine. The kiss starts off tentatively, but then quickens into something urgent. Before I know it, we are up and moving over to the bed. I let out a little whimper when he pulls away to look into my face.
“I want you to know that even if our union wasn’t initially our idea, I want it. I want you. All of you. I’ve wanted you with every cell in my body since the first time I saw you at breakfast your first morning here. I just was trying to fight it since I’ve been without this feeling for over 500 years. It terrified me, and I wasn’t sure I could trust it, but I trust it now. I will give you whatever you need, and I will help you to achieve whatever goal you set. Just let me be this for you, Azra. Let me be the man I know I can, and want to be,” he says into my mouth. His breath is so close to my lips that I feel the tickle it causes. This is his confession. His truth. I can feel that he wants this more than anything. I do too. I’ve wanted him ever since I saw him next to the table in the dining hall.
“Just stop talking, and kiss me again,” I say in a taunting voice. He obliges, but this time pushes me onto the bed. His weight is so satisfying on top of me. I can feel my body responding to his. The feel of his hands on me and his lips clashing against mine is making me feel light headed and euphoric. I am getting wet down below, and I can feel the bulge of him pressing against my leg. All these clothes are driving me crazy. I want to feel his bare skin on mine. No, I need to feel it.
“Take off your clothes,” I pant. “I want to see all of you.”
He doesn’t respond but slowly takes off his shirt. It’s like looking at a god. His chest is chiseled to perfection. I run my hands along the peaks and valleys of his washboard abs. His nipples are pert and ready to be sucked. I lean up and take one into my mouth as he groans against me. He pushes me back on the bed and then stands. Keeping eye contact, he beings to open his pants. My pulse quickens, and I start to feel the anticipation of his cock inside of me. It’s all so much, this wanting. I have never felt this type of desire before.
His underwear comes off next. When his glorious hard shaft pops free of the boxer briefs my eyes go wide. My mouth waters, and I begin to get hot all over. There is no more waiting; I will have him inside me now. I crawl over to the end of the bed and reach out. I grab his silky member in my hands and begin to stroke him. I look up at him from my hands and knees and give him a wicked grin.
“Come closer so I can taste you,” I growl. It is more of a command than a request. I don’t know when I decided to get so bold, but it feels right with him. Like he enjoys me being in charge. He tentatively steps toward me. He knows what he is doing to me and is happy about it. When he reaches my mouth, I flick my tongue out and graze the top of him. I feel his hand come up and hover near my head. He wants this just as much as I do. Slowly, I lick my lips as I look up at him. I wrap them around the top of him and inch my hot wet mouth over him. He lets out this guttural moan that makes my pussy twitch with anticipation. As all of him becomes sheathed inside of me I stop for just a second and let out my own moan, creating a vibration against him. He can’t hold back any longer. His hand slides into my hair, and he gives a slight tug. He wants more, and I am happy to oblige. I begin to move up and down. He gets tense and hisses through his lips. I lean further back on my legs and reach my other hand up to cup his balls in my hand. I massage them as I deep throat him and hum again. It causes him to thrust forward and hold my head still.
“If you don’t stop, I am going to come inside your mouth, and I want to be buried inside you when I let go,” he stumbles out.
I withdraw his cock from my mouth and sit all the way up. “So, take off my fucking clothes, and put that huge cock inside me,” I deadpan. Who is this person I am becoming? I used to blush saying words like this. Now they feel as natural as the feeling of him inside my mouth.
He wastes no time with answering my command. He pulls me up on the bed in a standing position. His hands are a
ll over me pulling at my shirt and tugging down my pants and underwear. I stand before him naked, and he drinks me in with his gaze. His hands come up and cup my breasts as I lean into his touch. I expose my neck to him so he can suck at my pulse point. Gods, he feels so good. His left hand releases my breast as his right tweaks the nipple. His lonely hand finds the thick curls I have below and slips in between the wet folds. He gets his fingers lubed up with my natural arousal and starts to rub on my clit. A thousand pinpricks claw up my body and I whimper. I can feel him smile against my skin.
“You like that? How about I slip inside you and see how long it takes you to come all over me?”
I don’t respond, but instead crawl back on the bed and lay down. I watch him come towards me and lean into my body. He nudges my legs open and presses his body over mine. I can feel the softness of his cock against the wetness of my cunt. He wastes no time and lines us up. Before he moves again, he looks into my eyes. There are a thousand things he could say in this moment, but his stare says it all. We are mates. I can feel it in my soul. He then thrusts inside me with such intensity that my eyes roll back, and I cry out. He begins to move, and the world is a blur. Our union is so much more than sex. It is a grand experience waking up things inside of me that I didn’t know were there. I can feel every inch of him on me. His shaft is getting caught on all the ridges inside me. It’s blissful sliding in and out of my wet pussy. It doesn’t take long for me to come. I explode from all sides clenching around him. He leans up and starts to rub my sensitive nub as I come down from my climax. It makes all those sensations start back up again and before I know it, I am coming again. This time he is right behind me grabbing onto my hips and pushing deep in me one last time.
Mate. I hear in my head as he finishes making my already soaked core dripping.
Panting, he rolls off of me. We are both staring straight up, taking a minute to catch our breath. “That was incredible,” he says, turning toward me. He has a huge grin on his face like he just got the last piece of pie.