“If we didn’t know you are so ignorant of your Halfling nature, I would suspect you of being a Dark Elf spy,” Kheelan said. “You have forged a bond that would please Goiaer to no ends, knowing he has both my brother and myself tied to one of his own.”
No idea who Goiaer was but all my attention lasered in on that little piece of information. He was talking about my kind of Fae.
“I thought you didn’t know any Dark Elves?” I said. He had denied any Dark Elf living that had met him. Perhaps it had been a figure of speech.
Kheelan didn’t answer right away, examining my face as if he could find something written there. I might be dressed softly, but I hardened my face. He could refuse to answer if he thought my question was sentimental.
“They attack us regularly,” Loren said. “We set up your escape to look like another Dark Elf robbery.”
I was getting the impression of a Dark Robin Hood. No way my heritage was the bad guys if Kheelan’s dad was the leader of the supposed good guys.
“I don't need to know a Dark Elf in order to fake a few fletchings,” Kheelan said. “The Dark Elves have been attacking Selvyth's auctions and wagons for decades,” he revealed.
Loren made a sound of agreement. I guess us Dark Elves had a bit of a reputation. Still sounded like Robin Hood. Those were human slaves Selvyth was trading.
“It's not the loss of life that bothers our King, and Goiaer knows exactly where to strike the most painfully,” Loren added in a dry voice.
I tried to keep my interest to casual, nodding as Kheelan talked and revealed more about my ancestors than anyone else had so far. It was clear the Dark Elves and the Light Elves were divided. I wasn't sure that the Dark Fae felt much better about the Dark Elves, either, given that Falin had been so hesitant to tell Dain my true identity.
Still, Dain hadn't seemed disappointed or disgusted when he had flown down and seen me without my glamour.
“So, am I too Dark for you, then?” I asked, looking over at Loren.
Loren laughed again. I shot him a quieting glare. I wanted Kheelan to answer. Suddenly, it was terribly important I hear his response.
“The problem is you’re not Dark enough,” Kheelan said. He snagged my chin and peered into my eyes. “The magic would render us infertile if our matching was simply Dark to Light, but Elves like you are shades of grey that slip under the natural defences against mixing.”
I stiffened up. “Are you saying, I’m an aberration?”
“Dark Elves are believed to be outside the laws Faerie magic intended,” Loren said.
“Because we are not Light enough or not Dark enough?” I asked.
Kheelan’s fingers on my chin tightened. “Because you are both,” he said. “Dark Elves can breed with almost any Fae, although they rarely reproduce their own kind outside of Halflings with humans. The other Fae’s magic is always the magic that is passed on.”
Was Kheelan saying it was offensive that Dark Elves could fuck everyone or that they fucked the enemy? I was tempted to ask, but caution held my tongue. I wanted more information and right now, Kheelan was a fountain. No point shoving crap his way to plug up the flow.
“What about when Dark Elves are together?” I asked. It seemed reasonable. If both parents were of mixed magic, wouldn’t their children also be mixed?
Loren interfered again. “The magic chooses one, an unpredictable outcome. When magic of your line is at stake, such whims of fate are not inducements for Dark Elves to mate.”
Kheelan dropped my chin.
“I would have Light Fae if you got me pregnant,” I said out loud.
Kheelan’s dismissal at Loren’s denouncement of my attractiveness as a mate had gotten under my skin. Of course, he had been referring to mating with other Dark Elves. Hard to do when I hadn't even met any of them yet.
“If you were seeded properly and the life grew in your womb, then yes, the child between us would be Light,” Kheelan said. I hadn’t thought he would answer, although I had purposely provoked him.
“Well, we don’t have to worry about that with me and you,” I reminded Kheelan. “Thankfully, it shouldn’t be a problem for another few weeks with my contraceptive shot for any of my Marks, and by then, I’ll be back in my old life without worrying which fairy prince wants to plant a watermelon in my belly.”
Kheelan looked indignant, his eyes tightened and lips pressed together. He had been the one to imply I wasn’t good enough for him first.
“A Light watermelon,” I added. “It would glow fucking neon pink to prove its Light heritage.” Now, I was stretching the metaphor, but I didn’t care. Kheelan wasn’t the only one pissed off.
Loren’s bear paws snagged my hips from behind. I hadn’t been watching him, arguing with Kheelan using silly words and sharp looks.
“I think there has been a misunderstanding, kitten.”
I wiggled in his grip, giving Kheelan a glance full of daggers to tell him not to try and join us. I had been sandwiched between these two and bound for their teasing pleasure once before, and I knew better than to present the opportunity again.
Kheelan tilted his head and looked at me, but he stayed where he was standing. “You're right, Loren. She is misinterpreting the significance of what I'm telling her.”
I rolled my eyes and watched as Kheelan's blues narrowed at me. “Oh, do please explain so this poor, stupid Halfling female can understand what you brilliant Fae males are trying to tell her using all your metaphorical, big words.”
Loren bent down and gave my right ear a little lick that sent shivers over my body. Kheelan's eyes followed Loren’s move over my shoulders.
“Do you think Kheelan is discouraged by your heritage?” Loren asked, blowing on my licked ear.
I tried to shrug him off. “What I think is that Aeric and Falin told me to keep my Dark side hidden because they knew you guys would all be disgusted. It would have interfered with the plan to use me. The bait has to be attractive enough in order to work, right?” I said.
Maybe that is why Dain never came after me and not because I ended our relationship so precipitously.
“Are you asking us to tell you how desirable you are, princess?”
I scowled up at Kheelan, not happy that he was getting closer. I had to quickly think of something to say to get him to back off before he got his hands on me as well.
“I thought you said I was a dull, frightened little mouse,” I said, looking down to break Kheelan's intense gaze.
“What do you think happened in the woods?” Kheelan quietly said.
Loren chuckled behind me. “You were gone a long time for changing clothes. Do share,” Loren said.
I fought back a blush. “A stable boy attempted to tumble me,” I answered, raising my gaze again. I didn't think of Kheelan in those terms, but I knew he did, and cutting his self confidence might be key to getting out of this situation.
“Are you sure you don't mean mount?” Loren asked
“I licked between your legs until your smart mouth learned the right words to say to me,” Kheelan said. “She bucked when I tried to prepare her for mounting.”
He stuck his fingers in the wrong hole. What had he expected? I glared at Kheelan. “And what would those words be that you attempted to teach me?” I said, leaning against Loren’s grip on my hips as I confronted Kheelan. I didn't want him to think he was getting the better of me in this conversation. My mouth was my best weapon, and I was definitely going to come out the winner in our battle of words.
“Do you need me to remind you?” Kheelan asked.
“Do your worst,” I told him, throwing caution to the wind. My heart was pounding but it wasn’t fear.
“Hold her,” Kheelan said.
“Are all Light Fae so cowardly that they need their friends to bind their Marked females?” I challenged.
Loren’s chuckle this time was short and dark. “Kitten, you're asking to be tupped a few feet away from where your brothers slumber. The sleeping spell is strong,
if you're wondering, but they are lying on the only bed.”
“All she needs to do is bend over and touch her toes for her reminder,” Kheelan said.
Sounded more like spanking than buggering, but still, I couldn’t be sure. “I already told you I wasn't interested in your clumsy buggering or fumbling thumbs trying to find the right entrance,” I said, fighting the urge to squirm in Loren’s hold.
I was still wet from my first orgasm from Kheelan’s ‘teaching’ and my traitorous body was eager for another lesson. Spanking was painful as my Marks had already demonstrated to me. I shouldn’t be inciting Kheelan to give me another demonstration, but there was something bratty in me begging to push Kheelan’s strict buttons.
He needed to let go, and so did I.
“Your protests ring false so late, princess. You could have freed your arms of my binding anytime while I was eating your pussy, yet you waited until after you came all over my face before demonstrating that ability,” Kheelan pointed out.
“Kitten has a bondage fetish?” Loren asked.
“A little binding and pain only sweetens the cream, and she really does taste like peaches,” Kheelan said.
Fuck, if the reminder didn’t make me even wetter. He was making me sound like some sort of BDSM pervert. The last thing I needed was to reveal he wasn't wrong. I hadn’t known about this side of myself, content to read naughty books and imagine things on my own. Now, I had been given a taste of what dominance and my submission did to my libido in real life, vanilla was never going to satisfy my tastes again.
“Eloden already proved that Dark really is better,” I taunted.
“Kitten,” Loren whispered. “I don't think that is going to get the response you intended.”
“How do you know what I intended?” I said, feeling riled up.
“I know what Kheelan is likely to do in response, and I doubt you are prepared for that yet,” Loren answered back.
Kheelan could hear our conversation, of course. “I believe a challenge was issued?” Kheelan said. He started unlacing his leathers.
“Okay, you were right,” I squeaked out to Loren. I plastered myself back against his big body. He was a perverted flirt, but at least he was keeping his clothes on.
“Slow down, you buggering bastard,” Loren said, rather harshly. “You never did know how to properly appreciate a soft female.”
I wasn’t soft, but right now I would allow it. “Do something,” I muttered to Loren, trying to tuck myself further into his arms.
Loren picked me right off my feet, bringing my ear within nibbling distance. “The secret to dealing with Kheelan is not to back down,” Loren whispered. He was so quiet I had to strain even though he was speaking right into my ear. “There’s a reason he bound you, kitten. Try using your little claws to scratch up his back and watch what happens.”
Those scars were not something I should touch.
“What are you telling her?” Kheelan said, coming closer. I was going to be sandwiched again.
“I advised her how best to suck your dick,” Loren said. “Are you ready?”
My eyes would have given away my shock if Kheelan had looked but he was too busy scowling at Loren. He stopped coming forward.
“Not where I plan on fucking her. I’ve still got the taste of peaches on my lips and I plan on feeling that sweet pussy wrapped around my cock since she’s reminded me about her shot while-”
“I’ve never sucked cock before,” I said, seizing the opportunity Loren had created.
He better not have lied, because if this backfired Loren’s back was the first I was going to rake my claws and it wouldn’t be while either of us were in raptures. Every time my Marks fucked me they controlled the encounter. I was about to turn the tables.
Kheelan froze and stopped talking.
I pushed out of Loren’s arms and prowled towards Kheelan, keeping my eyes on his stormy ones as I reached down with my fingers and brushed against his loose shirt, pressing it into his abdomen to feel the hard muscles he tightened. I imagined there was a golden treasure trail hidden under the cloth, leading to my destination.
“You’re so good at giving orders,” I said, fingers dropping lower. “Do you want me on my knees?” I softly asked, doing as Loren suggested and using a little nail as I reached into Kheelan’s unlaced leathers and took him in hand.
He tensed up and I remembered that he hadn’t liked me begging on my knees.
“I just made your dress,” Kheelan said, snagging my chin and tipping my face up further as he closed the few inches between us and squashed my hand to limit movement. “You will be punished if you get it dirty.”
Loren laughed and pressed behind me. “Are you going to fuck her or switch her?”
I elbowed Loren back, more suspicious about his help. “What the heck is switching?” I asked, confused and hot and horny. The cock in my hand jerked as I tried to pull my hand free and my thumb brushed against the head. Kheelan said something in Fae.
“English asshole,” I muttered.
Loren grabbed my hand I had just freed and brought it up to my lips. I could smell the male muskiness faintly, fairly certain I had felt precum wetting the head.
“Lick your fingers clean like a good kitten,” Loren encouraged.
I parted my lips and obeyed, hoping Loren was still on my side, leaning my head back on him and looking up at Kheelan’s eyes. This time I felt his cock jerk against my belly.
“I believe until we have that mouth trained properly, I’ll have to teach you what a switch is first,” Kheelan said, eyes darkening as my tongue peeked out to lick between my fingers. “Did you pick some fresh ones?” Kheelan asked Loren, gaze finally leaving my lips.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to judge their freshness by how kitten responds with a mewl or hiss to their application on her bottom,” Loren answered.
This sounded like they had planned it out. I was getting a good idea of what switching entailed. It should not make me ache in anticipation. Geezus, I really was turning into a pervert being around all of these horny Fae males with sex on the mind.
“Bring her closer to the fire, that is where I have everything set up,” Loren said.
I was marched between them like a condemned prisoner, only I went willingly and with curiosity for my fate. It sounded as if they planned to use a marshmallow stick to get me to behave in the fashion Kheelan determined was proper. I doubted it was going to have the effect they were looking for, my preference for a little pain higher then they likely realized. We could all enjoy some s'mores if it didn't work out.
“You do know that this only reflects badly on your age, Kheelan?” I taunted him, remembering he found any mention of age insulting. We halted in front of the logs scattered around the fire for sitting. “I know that you are a bit of a traditionalist due to your old fashioned, archaic methods and the cute way that Aeric keeps on fooling you into opening the door for me, but giving my hands a rap with a rod isn't really in vogue anymore.”
“You could beg off if it’s too much for you, kitten,” Loren said.
I arched an eyebrow at him.
He chuckled and bent closely over me from the front, arms hugging around as he gathered up my voluminous gown and pulled the material up and around my body. Cool magic fastened it all in a bundle at my belly with a pink ribbon. Neat trick if I needed my legs clear to transverse a raging river. Right now, it just left me barer and vulnerable.
“Kheelan, I can see what you meant about convenience with the skirts. Nice to not be a pain in your ass for once, although my butt might get a bit tender,” I said. May as well enjoy being a total brat if I was going to be punished like one.
“Pull down your drawers yourself if you want to do things traditionally,” Kheelan suggested from behind me. I felt him tap my butt with something, prodding one of my bum cheeks.
My participation in the punishment gave it a sexual bend. This was submission. Kheelan would learn I was not an ideal sub.
“I
'm sure Falin could show you how to purchase some proper equipment online if you like a little slap with your tickle, something with feathers and soft, velvety flogs meant to titillate instead of a dirty, old stick,” I said, batting his switch out of the way behind me.
“Move your hands. You’ll get three for the mouthing off,” Kheelan said, using the deep, dominant voice that left no leeway.
Loren held his hands out palms up. “Dig your claws into me all you want, kitten,” he offered. I took his hands and did just that as Kheelan made some awfully snippy noises testing out his sticks in the air behind me.
“If none of your sticks are suitable, I’ll have to contain my disappointment,” I told Loren.
The first stripe Kheelan laid was a revelation. My drawers were thin and useless against the fiery switch. Loren squeezed my hands with his so I couldn’t reflexively cover my bum to protect against the other two rapidly delivered lashes. I gasped and then bit my lip when Loren’s eyes bored into mine. He better not tell Kheelan how I had reacted.
“Is that all?” I said after three. “Eloden got to twelve when he bent me over, but I understand some men have problems with prematurely finishing.”
“Drawers, now,” was my response from Kheelan.
Loren released my hands. “Kitten, you can tell him no,” he prompted me. “He’s not really punishing you.”
“Are you going to let go of my hands so I can pull my drawers down or do you plan to do it for me?” I asked Loren. “Perhaps you would like to take my lashes for me as well? You must know how to take a good hit if you’re able to whip them out,” I added.
Kheelan surprised me by coming up close behind me and giving my ear a little nip as his calloused hands came around my hips and he very slowly lowered my drawers, continuing nips down my back over the dress hard enough to make me whimper as a tiny pinches of his teeth found the most sensitive spots.
“I’m not spanking Loren’s hairy ass for your pleasure,” Kheelan growled out against my skin as he licked and nipped over the top of my bared bottom. “You’re the one in need of a lesson, princess. The first point,” he said, giving my bum cheeks a sharp spank each with his hand, “Is don’t bother counting unless I instruct you to do so. Your spanking is only over when I say so or you cry mercy.”
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