An Unseelie Understanding

by Amy Sumida

  “I couldn't take back her healing if I wanted to,” he said gently. “Magic, once given, is given for good. I'd have to kill her myself, and I would never kill an innocent woman because of the actions of another.”

  “Then why'd you say that you would?”

  “To make you more compliant.” He shrugged. “To prevent you from trying to escape. Riley, don't you think that I would have killed her already if that had been an option for me? I thought you had run away, and you were gone for weeks.”

  I gaped at him. Drostan was right; as far as he was concerned, I had betrayed him and broken our agreement. He would have been within his rights to kill Helen. And yet he hadn't. But he had seemed so callous about it before. It was almost as if he were two different people.

  “Riley, I don't want you scared for your sister,” he said softly. “Do not worry about her. You have suffered enough at my hands; I would not inflict that upon you as well.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “You're welcome.” He sighed.

  “So, I could just walk out of here?” I pushed it a little further.

  “I didn't say that.” Drostan smirked. “I said that I wouldn't kill your sister, but I'll still hold you to our Understanding. If you try to leave, I will stop you, and I will punish you for being dishonorable.”

  A shiver ran down my spine; I didn't want to experience Drostan's punishment again.

  “But we don't have to talk about—” Drostan groaned and dropped to the ground.

  “Drostan?” I rushed over to him. “Drostan!”

  I pulled him into my lap as he convulsed. I was about to run for help when the shaking suddenly stopped. Drostan opened his eyes and looked up at me with a wide, greedy grin.

  “Are you all right?” I whispered as I stroked the hair back from his face.

  Drostan sighed deeply; closing his eyes to enjoy my touch, before he answered, “Yes; I'm fine. It was just a muscle cramp.”

  “A muscle cramp?” I scowled at him in disbelief.

  Drostan rolled and pushed me back so that I wound up beneath him on the carpet.

  “Drostan, are you sure you're okay?”

  “I've missed you terribly, Riley,” Drostan growled. “I need you right now.”

  Drostan waved his fingers indolently, and my arms were pulled up and out from my body. Another wave and my legs were pulled down and to the sides. My eyes widened as Drostan tore my dress open down the front. The crimson velvet shredded and clung to me; making it seem as if I were lying in a pool of blood. Drostan stared at my nudity in satisfaction before lunging toward my breasts. Drostan's cock was hard and pushing at me through his pants; he ground it against my pussy as he sucked on my nipples roughly and moaned in delight.

  “Such lovely tits,” he murmured with his mouth full.

  “You don't have to restrain me,” I said in confusion. What the fuck was going on with you?

  “I know.” He smirked. “But it pleases me to see you this way.”

  Drostan sat up and slapped my breasts casually. I jerked in shock. He smiled at the red marks when they appeared on my pale flesh. Then he waved his hands, and my legs jerked straight up so that they dangled in midair. Drostan began to slap my ass; seeming to enjoy the sounds it made. He lowered his face to my pussy and rubbed himself against me as he growled. The delicious vibration rolled over me, and I moaned despite my unease.

  Then Drostan stood and grabbed my foot. My whole body levitated, and he pulled my floating form out of the bedroom, through the antechamber, and into the room with all the strange equipment in it; the one he'd brought me to my first night in Tirne. I hadn't been inside that room since then, but I recalled it vividly; the marble floor covered in fur rugs, the rope hanging from the ceiling, the strange tools, and that metal bar he had used to keep my legs spread apart.

  There was something that looked like gymnastic equipment set against one wall. It had two padded poles set horizontally across posts; the back one slightly higher than the front. Drostan took me to it and rolled me over the top of it. The lower bar hit me at hip-level, and when Drostan pushed me down, I was draped over the upper bar—which supported me just above my breasts. He stretched my arms along the padded top and restrained them with straps that were attached to the ends of the bar. My ankles were tied to the bottom of the supports for the lower bar. It left me bent over and fully exposed, with my breasts hanging between the padded poles.

  Drostan wandered over to a table and selected a small leather whip from the collection of items there. Technically, I think it had another name, but I had no idea what it was; it was a leather handle with a bunch of strips attached to it. A flail, maybe?

  Whatever it was, Drostan began smacking the strips against my pussy; softly at first, and then harder. He increased the pressure until I was crying out; begging him to stop.

  “You need a little pain to remind you of who your master is,” he growled as he crawled beneath me and covered my pussy with his mouth.

  Drostan laved me with long licks and then sucked greedily on my clit. He shoved his tongue deep inside me and began to finger my asshole. I groaned as pleasure zinged through my legs. But then he was gone. Drostan returned in a few moments with a pair of black clamps that he attached to my nipples. He tightened them until I cried out, and then he slapped my breasts and squeezed them roughly.

  After my breasts were abused to his liking, he brought forth the gemstone phallus he'd put in me the night before and slipped it into my ass while he resumed licking my pussy. Drostan began to work the dildo in and out of me slowly; all while he brought me closer and closer to ecstasy. My legs tensed, and I began to shake through my orgasm. Drostan sucked harder and shoved the stone all the way in with a vicious slam. I screamed out my pleasure.

  “How does it feel to come while I sodomize you?” He purred into my ear. “Does your ass burn while your pussy throbs? Is it humiliating to know that I can make you orgasm while I hurt you?”

  I choked on my shock; what the hell was going on? I assumed that Drostan knew about the properties of Sylph cum, but maybe he hadn't put two and two together to come up with: an ass awakening. I wasn't about to enlighten him, and Drostan didn't bother to wait for my answer anyway; he went back to the table and picked up a narrow, leather paddle. My eyes widened as he brought it over to me, and with a wave of his hand, my ass cheeks were pulled apart. Drostan struck the end of the dildo with the paddle; shoving the stone further inside me.

  “Please, Drostan; stop!” I cried.

  “Who is your master?”

  “You are,” I whispered.

  “Say it louder!” He slapped the paddle on my ass cheeks and then used his finger to shove the dildo in and out of me.

  “You are!”

  “Say my name!” He snarled and spanked me again.

  “You are my master, Drostan!”

  “That's right,” he purred and pulled the whole contraption around so that I was facing him. “I own you; no one else.”

  There was a bar holding the upper posts of the equipment together, and Drostan stepped up on it; bringing his crotch to the level of my face. He pulled out his cock and shoved it at my mouth.

  “Suck your master's cock,” he growled.

  “Drostan, I don't know why you're—”

  “Suck my cock!” He slapped my ass with the paddle, and the crack of it rang out.

  I screamed, and he shoved his cock into my mouth. I barely had time to close my lips around him before he was thrusting into me; fisting his hands in my hair roughly and using those fistfuls to pull me down on him. I choked on his dick and gagged, but he kept fucking my mouth.

  “Is this how you sucked Prince Trenton's cock?” He asked furiously. “I don't think so. Show me how you made him want you so badly that he would fight his own court for you.”

  I couldn't speak, only mumble around his flesh. So, I gave up and started to lick at him and let him slide down my throat; holding him tightly with my lips. Drostan groaned and
pumped his cock further in. His hands went to my nipples, and he started pulling cruelly at the clamps and digging his fingers into my breasts. I whimpered as he continued to choke me with his flesh.

  Drostan finally had enough of that position and jumped down to remove his clothing. His cock was rigid and wet from my mouth, and his body shivered in anticipation. He strode around to my ass and slapped it with his bare hand before rubbing it gently. He drug the head of his cock through my wet pussy and then inched it inside. I moaned as he stopped with just the head in.

  “No; this is no good. I want to see your tits bouncing when I fuck you.”

  Drostan pulled out and untied me. He helped me down and then led me over to a large barrel. With rough movements, he draped me across the barrel; bending me backward. My head nearly hit the floor and my hair pooled beneath me, but there were metal handles set along the rims, and I was able to grab them and steady myself. I looked up to see Drostan standing over me, staring down at me as if he'd thought never to see me again. It was the oddest look, and it confused me even further. But then it was gone, and he was pushing my thighs apart casually so he could get at my pussy and rub my clit experimentally with his thumb. Drostan parted my pussy and began to ease his cock in. He slid in little by little—rubbing my clit the whole way—and by the time he was fully sheathed, I was coming again.

  I rolled and writhed across the curved wood while Drostan chuckled wickedly. He ground his hips into mine and plunged into my pussy as he laughed harder. The barrel rocked with his motions, and he gripped my breasts to use them as handholds; pulling me back after every thrust. Then he drew out of me and rolled the barrel toward him until my ass was on the floor and my knees bent up around me. It brought my breasts to crotch-level on him. Drostan pushed my tits together over his cock and started fucking them.

  “Lick the head of my cock like a good little concubine,” he commanded.

  I bent my head and licked the glistening tip of his dick every time it emerged from my cleavage. Drostan had the nipple clamps between his fingers and pulled them as he pushed my tits together. I was wet with wanting, and I couldn't understand why; the whole experience was fucking with my mind and body.

  Then Drostan pulled away and motioned to me with his magical hands. I came off the barrel and spun; landing back on the barrel with my ass in the air, and my face down. I felt Drostan pull the dildo out and then start licking my ass. His tongue slipped into me, and I squirmed back on that delicious wetness; trying to get more of him inside me. I was clenching with need and aching for completion, but Drostan pulled away and started fucking my pussy again.

  “Did your prince fuck you like this?” Drostan snarled. “Did he take your ass and pussy at the same time?”

  As Drostan fucked me, he fingered my ass; sliding a finger deep into that wet hole. He fisted the rest of his hand and punched his middle finger into my ass as he drove his cock into my pussy. It sent sensations streaming through my body that made me tremble uncontrollably. Then Drostan gave up on fingering me in favor of grabbing my tits. He squeezed them fiercely as he started to pump faster into my pussy until, finally, he came in a hot, shouting rush.

  Drostan pulled me to the floor with him and crumpled over me as his spent cock slipped free. He fell asleep on top of me, but when I tried to move away, his hand clenched around my waist and pulled me back. I gave up on trying to free myself and settled for removing the nipple clamps before nestling into his embrace. His hands wandered over me; one up to settle possessively over a breast, and one down between my legs to slip a finger into my pussy.

  “Mine at last,” Drostan muttered in his sleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  The next morning, I woke in bed. Drostan must have carried me to it while I slept. He was standing beside the bed; staring at me with a wicked smile. In his hands were the shiver chains.

  “How did you get those?” I asked as I sat up.

  “What do you mean?” He frowned. “I've always had them.”

  “Conall showed them to me when he kidnapped me,” I said. “He used them as proof that you had given me to him.”

  “He must have had his own set, Riley.” Drostan shrugged. “These have never left the castle.”

  “That bastard,” I hissed. “I totally fell for it.”

  “It's over now,” he said simply. “Go see to your morning needs and bathe. And be quick about it; I'll be waiting.” He shook the chains at me.

  I went into the bathroom and went through my morning routine, wondering what was up with Drostan. Ever since that muscle cramp, he'd been acting strangely. But our relationship had always been odd, and his mood swings were getting commonplace. Maybe the man was insane. I bathed, dried off, and headed back into the bedroom.

  “Excellent,” Drostan said. “Now, come here; I want to put these on you.”

  “I thought we were over this?” I grumbled as I went to stand before him.

  “My desires shift,” he said as he fastened the collar around my throat. “Spread your legs.”

  I did as he said, and Drostan ran the lengths of shiver chain from the front of the collar, between my legs, and to the back of the collar. He sucked my nipples briefly so he could slide the golden hoops on, then attached the chain between them. The shiver chain thrummed against my clit, making me writhe.

  “Lovely,” he proclaimed.

  Drostan went to an armoire and pulled out a red velvet cloak. He was already fully dressed in tunic, pants, cloak, and boots. But this cloak was for me; he threw it over my shoulders and took me by the hand.

  “Preparations for the Spring Festival are underway,” he said casually as he led me through the halls. “I need to test the altar, and you shall assist me.”

  Fairies were bustling about; their arms full of flowers, fabric, and ribbons.

  “The Spring Festival?” I asked.

  “It's a fertility festival.” Drostan grinned at me. “You will not be attending, but you may watch from my window.”

  “You're attending without me?”

  “I have to attend and participate; I'm the King.”

  “And what happens at this fertility festival?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “Lots of sex, of course.” He shrugged.

  “You want me to watch from the window as you fuck other women?” I asked with horror.

  “It's just sex, Riley.” Drostan frowned at me. “You should know by now that we fairies have a different opinion on sex than humans. Sex is a pleasant pursuit and a way to procreate; nothing more.”

  “Nothing more?” I lifted my eyebrows at him.

  “If you care for someone, it becomes more,” he amended. “But even when we're in committed relationships, we fuck other people. We just take precautions not to procreate; like the spell I cast upon you when I first brought you here.”

  “You cast a spell on me?” I gaped at him.

  “I didn't want you getting pregnant,” he said. “It was just a precaution. But the fairies I fuck tonight will not have taken the those measures; it is a fertility festival, after all.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shouted. “You think it's okay for you to knock up another woman because it's a fertility festival? I thought we were going to try to renew our relationship?”

  “How many fairies have you fucked?” Drostan stopped and narrowed his gaze at me. “All without knowing that I had frozen your fertility.”

  I went silent. He was right; hadn't I just been thinking that my morals were shifting to something more fey? But it was different when I was with someone who I cared about, and who cared about me. I didn't want to be with someone else when I was with Trenton, and I had hoped that I could eventually feel the same for Drostan. Either way, I had thought that Drostan cared about me. But now he not only wanted to screw other women, he was also fine with impregnating them. So what did that mean?

  “That's right; you've experienced the pleasures of Tirne,” he said. “Do not get caught up in morals now. I am the King of U
nseelie; I will fuck who I want when I want. Children are rare for us, so if one of the women get pregnant tonight, it will be a blessing; no matter who the father is.”

  “But I can't fuck whomever I want?” I growled. “Is that why I'm not allowed to go to this festival?”

  “Precisely. You are mine.” Drostan lowered his face to mine. “That is our agreement. You fuck only me or who I tell you to fuck. You had some freedom in Seelie, but that is over. I hope you enjoyed yourself because, from this point forward, my cock will be the only one penetrating your pussy.”

  “Who are you?” I gaped at him.

  Drostan gave a start and stared at me with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “Who are you?” I repeated. “It's like Jekyll and Hyde with you sometimes. One minute you adore me, and the next you're cruel.”

  “Oh.” He looked uncomfortable. “Perhaps I can be harsh sometimes.”

  “Are you feeling okay?” I asked gently. “Has something happened to upset you?”

  “I'm fine,” Drostan said stiffly. “Come along; the altar should be set up by now.”

  “The what?” I gasped.

  “The fertility altar.” Drostan led me out of the castle and around the side of the building; into a clearing set right before his bedroom window.

  Drostan waved to a low, wooden table that had been placed in the center of the clearing. It was about waist height and had a padded top. Strange symbols were painted on the fabric covering and down its wooden legs. There were also bits of wood protruding from the legs, and leather loops at each corner of the table. Drostan picked me up and sat me on top of it.

  “Lay back,” he commanded.

  I laid back on the altar, and he lifted my feet onto the protrusions on the table legs; they were footholds. My legs spread open wide, and Drostan set himself between them.

  “Now, take hold of the handles.” He waved at the leather loops above my head.

  I grabbed the straps; shifting my cloak in the process. Drostan pushed it open the rest of the way, and I was bared completely. I glanced around nervously at the fairies setting up garlands of flowers in the trees around us. They smiled our way and went back to their preparations.