by Reed James
“Better,” she whispered. “You're getting close to meaning it.”
The flail cracked again, striping across his stomach. Gunnar bucked, his cock flying. Why does it hurt and feel so good? The mixture of sensations assaulted his brain. Corrigan grabbed his cock, stroking him as she cracked down a third time.
“Fuck!” he gasped as her thumb brushed the tip of his cock, the pleasure and pain swirling together inside him.
“Umm, you like it,” Corrigan smiled, straddling his waist. She grasped his hard cock, rubbing it against her wet pussy. “You are so sexy lying there, submitting to me.”
She sank down on his cock. Gunnar groaned as the hot pleasure engulfed him.
The whip cracked down.
“Yes!” Corrigan hissed, her back arching as she ground her hips, stirring Gunnar's cock through her pussy. “So strong. So helpless. My warrior.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Gunnar gasped, the pleasure and pain assaulting his mind.
The windows rattled. Heavy rain pelted the window.
Corrigan's pussy tightened on his cock, her flail falling faster. The violence of the arriving storm seemed to feed Corrigan, exciting her. The flail whipped harder. Gunnar groaned, red welts appearing on his skin, his cock gripped in bliss.
“Do you love my touch, slave?” Corrigan hissed.
“Yes, Mistress!” Gunnar gasped, not caring what he said. His balls tightened. His cock ached so bad. He was desperate to cum. He needed to cum.
Lightning flashed, the room bursting with blue-white light. The angles of Corrigan's face became inhuman for that one instance. As beautiful as an icy lake covered in drifts of blowing snow. Cold, pristine, perfect.
The flail cracked down on Gunnar's chest, the numbing pain spreading, meeting his cock.
“Surrender fully to me,” Corrigan moaned. “Be my slave!”
The pleasure swelled in his cock. Gunnar wanted to surrender. He wanted all she promised. His heart tightened as the flail kissed his chest again. He growled, bucking up into her tight pussy. The ache grew at the tip of his cock, his body trembling as his release neared.
Gunnar opened his mouth. The lighting flashed again, painting her in alien beauty. Gunnar hesitated. You're not really my Mistress. You're not the one my heart should belong to. He held back from fully surrendering. He fought against the urge to say Mistress with all the devotion he could muster.
The flail cracked again.
His cock was on the verge of exploding.
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The wind roared as Maeve waited to dash naked across Union Avenue. She summoned a momentary glamour, clothing her body in a simple dress and dashed across the road. Headlights shone on her, illuminating her in the growing darkness.
The wind picked up. Another storm approached.
The air was charged with energy. The tang of ice polluted the wind.
Maeve froze. It came from her apartment.
She bit her lip, looking to the left. The Lean Sidhe was at her apartment. An anger built in Maeve. The apartment was the home she and Gunnar shared. She's polluting it.
Maeve sprinted through the night. Lightning flashed, the storm's fury breaking over Tacoma. Cold rain pelted her body. She ignored the touch of Winter, her bare feet splashing through muddy puddles. She reached the apartment.
Icy winds swirled about it. Her rose bushes wilted, frost attacking red petals.
Maeve looked up at the bedroom window. She clenched her jaw, summoned her gossamer wings, and lifted from the ground. She didn't care if any Mortal saw her. The strong winds ripped at her delicate wings as they hummed behind her.
The sight sickened Maeve. All her newfound resolve almost fled her.
Gunnar was bound on their bed, the filthy Lean Sidhe straddling him, whipping him with an icy flail. Pleasure and pain mixed on Gunnar's face as he moaned, enjoying the treatment. His strong arms bulged, pulling at his restraints.
His aura was a snarled mess. Icy chains encircled it, trying to crush the broken remains of Gunnar's love for her. The Pixie gasped, her eyes widening. He still loves me. It was so badly damaged, fractured by betrayal and fear.
“Surrender to me, Gunnar,” Corrigan purred. “Be my slave for real, and I will give you such pleasures.”
“No,” groaned Gunnar.
He fights, Maeve smiled, tears streaming down her eyes. He hasn't been fully claimed by her.
But Corrigan had him bound tight, and not just with the lace. It would be so difficult to break him free. Gunnar had partially surrendered to the Lean Sidhe. He had submitted, if not fully, to her. That meant the Lean Sidhe had a claim to him.
But so do I...
“Surrender to me!” Corrigan howled. “I am your Mistress!”
“Fight, Gunnar,” Maeve whispered. “Keep fighting. I'll free you from her.”
An idea tickled the back of Maeve's mind. The Pact of Autumn...
Her eyes widened, a smile crossed her lips. “You just need to hold out, Gunnar,” she promised him.
The flail cracked, striping more red welts across Gunnar. Maeve's warrior growled in pain, jerking harder at the bonds. Corrigan rode him faster, her breasts bouncing. Gunnar groaned, his hips arching.
Suddenly, Corrigan lifted off his cock. “If you want to cum, call me, Mistress,” she purred, grasping his balls. She squeezed.
Maeve flinched as Gunnar howled in pain.
“I'll give you such delights. Just submit to me. Surrender to me. Worship me. Be my devoted slave.”
The icy chains about Gunnar tightened. “You're not my...Mistress,” he spat out.
Maeve smiled as Gunnar ripped at the lacy bonds, tearing his arms free.
“Keep fighting, Gunnar,” she told him, her wings fluttering faster, and then Maeve flew off to the Sorority to begin her plans. It was time to take the fight to Corrigan.
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Corrigan gasped in surprised when Gunnar ripped the lace binding his hands to the bed. Before she could react, his hands seized her. “I'm not your slave,” he growled.
Corrigan let out a frustrated moan as he flipped her over, pinning her to the bed. His face was twisted with lust, with power. Corrigan gasped as a hot flush rippled through her body. He was so strong. She let him pry her legs apart, her pussy aching to be filled again.
“You're not my slave, yet,” she gasped as Gunnar drove his cock into her pussy. “But you will be. You loved it!”
Gunnar groaned, hammering her pussy with a desperate need. She gasped, savoring the bliss of his powerful strokes. He filled her depths, his groin smashing into her clit. Corrigan shuddered, her pleasure swelling.
“You will be mine,” she promised. “My loving, devoted slave.”
Gunnar growled, pounding his shaft harder into her. The bed rocked with the violence of his thrusts. Corrigan writhed, bucking her hips to meet his. Her arms wrapped around his body, her fingernails clawing into his back as the passion swelled inside her.
“You will be my loyal warrior-slave,” she purred in his ear. “You want to be mine. Stop fighting and surrender.”
“No!” he grunted.
“Yes!” she moaned, her orgasm spasming through her body. Corrigan shuddered and gasped, bucking beneath him. Her pussy writhed about his cock as the delight filled her. “You will be mine!”
Gunnar buried into her, his cock flooding her with her passion. She held him as his passion filled her. Corrigan's toes curled as her orgasm reached its peak. She held her strong warrior, her mighty stallion.
It will be so satisfying to break you.
Gunnar collapsed on her.
“What a fun game,” she purred, playing her part. “Umm, I do love you, Gunnar. Thank you for playing.”
Gunnar blinked, rolling off of her. “Right, it was just a game.”
“But you really got into it.” Corrigan snuggled up next to him. She hated acting sweet and loving. “I can't wait until the next time we play.”
“Yeah,” Gunnar admitted.
The stor
m howled louder outside. Her chains bound him tighter, crushing his love for the Pixie.
Chapter Five: Friends
The living room wall of the sorority house, to the left of the front door, was covered by sheets of plastic. Maeve landed on the wet grass, reverting to her human form. Water streamed down her body as the storm howled louder. Branches crashed to the ground, blown off the towering pine trees that lined the street. The Kappa Alpha Xi sign creaked as the wind tried to blow it off the dark-gray siding.
Maeve walked to the door, trembling in fear. Do my sorority sisters hate me for Magda's death?
She walked to the door, hesitating.
Do they blame me for the tragedy? Tears beaded in her eyes. Magda had been such a lively woman, full of passion. It had all been snuffed out by the disgusting Bodath. Maeve shook as she realized she would never experience her friend's passionate love.
Maybe I should leave. I shouldn't involve them in this.
She took a step from the door, swallowing hard.
It opened.
“Maeve!” Felicity gasped.
“Oh, it's you,” Raven clapped.
“Hi,” Maeve said, shifting, suddenly aware just how naked she was. “I...I'm so sorry for...”
Felicity hugged Maeve.
Maeve stood there wet and shivering as Felicity pulled her tight. The blonde buried her face into the nape of Maeve's neck, sobbing softly. Maeve's arms raised slowly, almost jerkily, as the Pixie was surprised by the love Felicity shared. Maeve hugged her, relaxing into Felicity embrace, holding her tight. Tears brimmed in Maeve's green eyes.
“You came back,” Felicity sobbed. “Oh, thank god, you came back.”
Raven threw her arms around the both of them. “Maeve's back!” she screamed in joy.
More tears fell from Maeve's eyes as the black-haired Raven rocked Maeve and Felicity. “I...I thought you would...hate me...”
“Why would we hate you?” Raven asked. “You saved us. You killed that...that monster.”
“Bodath,” Maeve whispered. “But...that thing was after me. Magda...Magda would still be alive...if it wasn't...for me...”
Magda's limp body lying on the floor filled Maeve's mind.
“But she's not dead,” Felicity gasped. “Oh, Maeve, she's alive.”
“What?” the Pixie gaped. “But the Bodath touched her. I saw it kill her. It smothered the life out of her.”
“She's alive,” Raven nodded. “Barely.”
“It's Maeve!” Other members of the sorority poured down the halls and stairs, hugging Maeve and pulling her inside the sorority house. Each girl had to take a turn kissing her cheeks and hugging her. Billie Jo, a blonde sorority sister, draped a blanket around Maeve's naked form and Georgina plopped her on a couch, pushing a cup of steaming tea into her hand.
Maeve sipped, tears still rolling down her cheek. All the women were asking her questions, wanting to know what happened and what Maeve really was.
The doorbell rang.
“That's probably Brad,” Felicity said, hopping to her feet. “I thought it was him walking up to the porch. I've been waiting for him to walk me and Raven to his apartment.”
“Why are you even here?” Maeve asked.
Felicity glanced at Raven. “Well...we were having some fun. And then she was going to have fun with me and Brad.”
Raven blushed and Maeve giggled. “I'm so glad that you've made a new lover, Felicity. You two were having so much fun at the party.”
Felicity nodded.
“So what happened?” Raven asked.
Maeve frowned. “Felicity. Bring Brad in, he should hear this, too.”
“We can't have a guy in the sorority after dark,” gasped Georgina.
“Oh, I know you snuck in that quarterback last year,” Billie Jo laughed, poking Georgina in the rib.
“Bring him in,” Raven nodded.
Felicity darted out of the den and returned a few moments later with her boyfriend. Brad grinned, adjusting his glasses as he walked over and gave Maeve a strong hug and a kiss on the lips. The sorority girls all whooped and cheered, bringing a flush to Brad's lips. He moved over to a chair, sitting down. Felicity plopped on his lap. A moment later, Raven joined them, her face brushing crimson.
“Okay, Maeve, spill it,” Georgina said.
“I'm a Faerie,” Maeve answered. “A Rose Pixie. I was sent by Queen Titania to find the Mortal Champion...”
The women and Brad all leaned forward as Maeve explained her mission, how she met Magda, and how she found Gunnar. “That explains all the guys you fucked the first day of class,” Billie Jo laughed.
“So, you're not even an actual pledge,” Raven gaped.
“No,” Maeve smiled. “It was a fun prank. I made Magda think I was, and since she was the pledge mistress...”
“A fun prank?” Georgina goggled.
“I am a Pixie. I like to have fun, play little games.” She shrugged. “It's almost as much fun as sporting.”
Maeve continued explaining how she discovered the presence of Corrigan of the Winter's Kiss. Felicity shuddered at the name, her face growing pale. Brad grimaced. “I don't like that name. It...makes my head hurt.”
“Yeah,” Felicity nodded. “I saw her with Gunnar this morning and...”
Maeve stiffened, her face paling.
“Sorry, Maeve. Gunnar's...dating her.”
“I know,” Maeve sighed. “There is a reason you're afraid of Corrigan. At some level, you two remember what she did to you.”
Brad gaped.
“What are you talking about?” Felicity demanded.
“I'm sure you remembered how slutty you became and how it almost destroyed your relationship with Brad?” Maeve asked.
Felicity nodded her head, shooting Brad an apologetic look.
“Well, that wasn't your fault. Corrigan is a Lean Sidhe. They are very good at twisting feminine love into unbridled lust. She enjoys finding women in love and destroying their feelings and their relationship. For some reason, she freed you.”
“That's why I was suddenly overcome with disgust,” Felicity moaned. “I was blowing that quarterback who attacked us when....Corrigan showed up. And then, it was like I was thinking straight again. I fled.”
“Well, then I used my magic to mend things between the pair.”
“And you changed our outlook on monogamy, too?” Brad frowned.
Maeve's cheeks pinked. “It was the easiest way to get Brad to accept your behavior. Plus, don't you feel closer now that you share your passions?”
“I guess.” Brad glanced at his girlfriend. “How about you, babe?”
“Definitely,” she nodded and gave him a kiss.
“Well, Corrigan did more than just try to destroy your relationship. She tried to kill Felicity.”
“What?” the blonde gasped, her pigtails flying.
“The night you were beaten, Corrigan visited the pair of you. She used you to lure me into a trap. She enchanted Brad and forced him to beat you to death.”
“What?” growled Brad, gritting his jaw
Felicity's eyes widened.
“When I arrived, I stopped him and fixed the damage. I changed your memories.”
“I would never hurt Felicity. Oh, babe, you have to believe that.”
Felicity turned, cupping her boyfriend's face. “I do. I know you wouldn't.”
“Fuck,” Raven muttered. “So when you got stabbed, that was Corrigan?”
“A familiar of hers. Those football players were under her power. They wielded cold iron daggers.”
“Cold iron?”
“It's pure iron,” Maeve answered. “It's poisonous to Fey. I almost died.”
“So Saturday night was Corrigan's next attack?” Raven asked.
“She birthed a Bodath, an evil Fey of ash and choking smoke. A Bodath's touch smothers the life from a Mortal. I was so angry. I thought Magda was dead. I didn't think of anything but vengeance. I went to kill Corrigan.”
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�Yeah!” a few of the girls cheered.
“But...it was another trap. Gunnar was there.”
“Why was Gunnar there?” Brad asked. “He should have been at the bachelor party.” Brad frowned, cocking his head. “No...he left with Evan. I barely remember that.”
“Evan?” Maeve asked, her eyes narrowing.
Brad nodded.
“So what happened?” Raven asked. “Why didn't you kill Corrigan?”
Maeve took a deep breath. “She set me up. She cast a glamour that made me look like a monster. When I arrived, she cried and begged, hiding behind Gunnar. She had her two familiars, the pair that escaped the jail last week during the blizzard, attack Gunnar. It looked like I ordered them. Gunnar...he was betrayed and hurt. He thought I was there to kill him. I...I...” Maeve shook as she sobbed. “I...fled. I thought I lost him.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Georgina said, hugging Maeve.
“Corrigan's partially claimed him now.” Maeve took a deep breath, forcing down her tears. “Gunnar's lost his trust in me. He still loves me, but it's damaged. And with Corrigan wrapping him up in her icy web, I'm not sure I can free him. He's begun to submit to her. That gives her power over him.”
“There has to be something you can do,” Felicity said.
“I also have a claim on Gunnar,” Maeve said. “We have professed our love. We have a contract to be married.” Maeve glanced down at the pink diamond mounted on her engagement ring. “I can bring a formal challenge against Corrigan. The Pact of Autumn has provisions for two Fey from opposing courts fighting over a single Mortal. And I think there's something about betrothals in the Accords of Cadair Idris.”
“Really?” Raven asked.
“It's...not uncommon. We are attracted to beauty. Sometimes an individual comes along that inflames passions. If two Fey try to claim the Mortal, they can fight. The Mortal might be killed. When the Pact of Autumn was signed between the two Courts, provision were included for dueling.”
“You'll fight Corrigan.”
Maeve nodded.
“Do you need our help?” Felicity asked.
Maeve smiled, looking around at them. “Yes. I need cold iron spikes. As many as you can find.”
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