Dianthe's Awakening

by J. B. Miller

  "Suck it, Daniel. I want to see his meat gagging you."

  Good luck with that, I thought smugly. I had very little gag reflex. I did open my mouth obediently to let Robin's beautiful prick slide between my lips.

  He slid deep and true and I swallowed him when he surged straight to the back of my throat.

  His hands wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me closer as he began to shuttle back and forth fucking my mouth.

  "Perfect," Robin purred. "What a perfect little cock sucker we have, Kale. Our young godling has been holding out on us."

  "Has he?" Kale chuckled. "Let's see if he can keep up the pace with a little distraction."

  Wet hot heat encompassed the head of my cock. Teeth lightly grazed over me and my balls were being tugged. I knew Robin had joined in when I felt phantom fingers playing at my puckered hole, slipping inside and stretching my arse in preparation.

  I gasped and gagged when gentle caress and steady sucking turned that touch harder. My prostrate was pressed just right and my nuts gently twisted at the same time Robin shoved himself balls to chin into my throat.

  Gods be damned I was already about to come. I could feel my release bubbling up from the base of my spine. Kale was going to get a mouthful in about three second.

  I moaned around the meat in my throat and arched as a hard release was trying to erupt. I nearly came off the bed when Kale grabbed the base of my erection and squeezed, stopping my release in its tracks. Fuck, I reared back nearly taking off Robin's dick in the need to bite down. His quick hand at my jaw held me in place and he rutted at me.

  "Manners," he chided before pulling out and tapping my lips with the head of his dick.

  "Fuck," I cried when I could breathe again.

  Kale grinned wickedly up at me and laughed.

  "If you insist."

  Lube appeared in Robin's hand and he handed it over to Kale wordlessly. It only took moments for me to be prepped. It helped that this wasn’t our first go at this game.

  Kale lodged his mushroomed head at my opening as he leaned over me. My legs were spread as wide with his forearms under my knees holding me open.

  "Ready?"

  "Oh hell yeah," I groaned. "If you don’t put that thick cock in me now, I swear Kale…" My threat turned into a pleasured moan when he pushed forward. The head popped through the tight ring.

  "Oh fuck…yeah…give me more, Kale. I need you to put that baby in deep. Own me, man, make my arse yours," I panted.

  Kale smiled ferociously and pulled my legs up and over his shoulders.

  "Oh, I'm going to own you, mate. Puck was right, you will never doubt it again."

  He then began to hammer into me, sinking deeper until his ball slapped against my arse.

  "God damned, Kale, fuck my arse. Yeah, split me open," I cried. It felt so fucking good. I didn’t think it could get any better than this.

  "What a delightfully filthy mouth you have on you, Daniel," Robin laughed happily.

  "Shall we see what else we can get you to come out with?"

  "Damn, Robin. Can't help it, man. His cock if fan-fucking-tastic. I love it. Fuck…" I moaned again.

  "Hmmmm…then let's give your mouth something else to do then. Kale, do you mind if we switch things up a little bit?"

  "Not at all," he grunted.

  Kale pulled out and dropped my legs to the bed. I never had a chance to complain before Robin was flat on his back and Kale had me positioned over him in a sixty-nine position.

  "Let's give you something to pacify you while I claim this sweet ass properly." Kale slapped my left cheek before moving behind me and working his length in once more.

  Damn, he was hitting all the right spots this time. Robin's dick was bobbing in front of my nose and I couldn’t help but nuzzle down in front of it and start licking the length as if it was my own personal lolly.

  My eyes rolled back in my head when I felt my own cock slip between the Fae's lips.

  Shit, I thought I didn’t have a gag reflex. The fucker sucked me down like a hoover. I knew I wouldn’t last, so I went to work bringing my faery lover off as quickly as I could.

  Each thrust from Kale drove me deeper into Robin's mouth and he took me greedily. I was nearly delirious with pleasure but managed to pull back enough to wet Robin's hole with my mouth and fingers. I couldn’t reach the lube but a little spit goes a long way…and I had him wet enough to slide two fingers in deep and scissor them before deepthroating him once again.

  His hips jerked and I felt the moan around my cock right before he began to spurt hot, sweet cum into my waiting mouth.

  As much as I loved the taste of Dia's sweet pussy, this was my addiction as well. The taste of my mates cum on my tongue was enough to send me over the edge.

  I couldn’t hold it in anymore and the fiery tingles racing down my back tightened my balls to bursting. I flooded his mouth and I could feel him struggling to swallow every last drop. His hands reached up, grabbed onto my arse cheeks, and spread them wider for Kale. It must have been a sign because our alpha began to pound into me and his knot began to form.

  "Shit, Kale. You're knotting me," I gasped.

  "Fuck yeah, Daniel," he growled.

  "I'm knotting and marking you. You are fucking mine now. Don’t ever think less again." His knot expanded to just this shy of too much pain but then he bent over and latched onto me again and bit down.

  Sweet fiery pain hit all consuming pleasure and I came again. Fuck me sideways, I had never done that. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and the next I knew I was sandwiched between the two of them.

  Robin had his hands in mine, facing me with Kale still knotted to me from behind.

  "Daniel Lovelace, I, Robin, The Puck of King Oberon, take you as my mate. I bind you to me and myself to you. I swear my oath to you and my mates. I shall put you and them before all others, even myself. By the wild magic that rules us all, I give you my troth. Do you accept it?"

  It was dreamlike; the room had become heavy and muted with only the three of us in the whole of the world. I said yes and repeated the vows back to him. The end of the words caused a clap of thunder and the thickness broke apart. Where my arms were once bare now silvery runic ran up them in intricate markings.

  Another set had appeared on Robin and now his chest and both arms were adorned.

  Kale cuddled into the back of me flexing his hips to check the knot. He wrapped his arms around both of us and tugged us closer.

  "Feel better?"

  "Yeah, I do." I really did too. Something that had been missing was now there.

  "Good," Robin added. “Once we get our Dianthe back, we will be whole once again. For now, let us rest."

  That, I readily agreed to and closed my eyes for a nap before facing reality again.

  Chapter Twelve

  Robin

  I stood by the bed watching two of my mates sleep. Kale and Daniel had naturally turned into one another once I had left the bed.

  Warmth filled my chest and once again I was taken aback by how lucky I was.

  Never in all the millennia of my life had I ever thought that such joy would be mine.

  I could still recall the wild creature that watched from the wood as families interacted and wondered at what they did.

  With a silent sigh, I slid from this reality and into the grey mists between. I lingered there for a moment in the peace of nothingness. A secret thought of mine was that when a Fae decided to fade this is what became of them. That they joined in the grey paths that we walked when we traveled.

  It would make sense as so many feared being lost on the paths to wander endlessly, but I found the solitude soothing.

  When one was ready, they could come here and find peace.

  It was a heavy thought and best suited for another time. Now I had to find Dianthe and bring her home before too much more time elapsed.

  Kale, Daniel, and I had stayed up late into the night speaking on what would be the next step.


  Kale needed to stay in Bean and lead the pack, and Daniel would stay with him to anchor him as best he could. The boy would be well worn by the time we returned I would wager. The happy thought brought a smile to my lips and I wore it still when I folded into my Lord Oberon's presence.

  Oberon lay redolent on a gilded chaise. Several members of the court sprawled at his feet. Isbeth stood near the entrance to the parlor, arms crossed and watching it all in silent disapproval.

  She was a much finer lady than those who lay sprawled in sexual stupor at the king's feet, despite being classed as lesser Fae.

  "Greeting, our Puck," the king called out lazily. His eyes were hooded and to all intents and purposes, he looked as if he was the epitome of the spoiled king of the light Sidhe.

  That was if one did not know the king, but I did.

  "A bacchanalia, my lord?" I asked drolly.

  He waved his hand breezily before responding, "Just a few of my nearest and dearest relaxing together, Puck. What brings you to our court without notice?"

  The courtiers had all taken note and avidly watched the goings on. A smart Fae did not gate crash the king if they wanted to survive.

  I bowed low hiding the laughter in my eyes from these fools. They were too enamored of their own glory to see they were being played for some unknown reason.

  "My king, please forgive the intrusion. I humbly request an audience with you in regards to non-court matters at your earliest convenience."

  That was enough to lose the interests of the toadies. They could care less if it did not involve court intrigue. The fact I had appeared at all unannounced should have thrown up a red flag.

  Again, narcissism was a very blind creature.

  A weary sigh left the king, "Very well, I suppose I could spare you a moment of my time. I like to walk in the gardens at this time at any rate."

  That was true. Ever since we lost Blayre and Moss, Oberon and Isbeth tended to walk the gardens at sunrise to remember their children.

  The king rose and the courtiers scurried to their feet. They each bowed or curtsied, glamoring clothes to cover their recently nude bodies.

  Oberon strode from the room never even glancing behind him, Isbeth and I fell in behind him our faces blank as we followed our lord.

  We were quiet until we reached the security of the garden. Oberon walked to the memorial that had been set up and plucked two blooms growing from a nearby arch to lay upon the face of the carved stone.

  After a long moment of silence, he turned to me and our eyes met. I brought up the shield that would ensure our privacy and watched as he ran a hand through his hair and held out a hand for Isbeth. He pulled her close and hugged her, gently kissing her upon the top of her head.

  The casual observer would think them a couple but only friendship and the deep bonds of great loss held them together.

  I knew my king had been slipping away to the mortal realm and to where, but that was not my business for the moment.

  Even I had enough sense to stay out of Oberon's love life. We just needed to keep Kale out of it, and we could all keep living for a while longer.

  "So tell me, my Puck. What brings you here in such a distressed state?"

  A nerve ticked in my cheek. He knew me well, but then again he was my father.

  "Dianthe is gone. The Hunt took her a week ago in mortal time. I have tried to contact Cernunnos directly but he will not entertain a meeting. I do know that he has not harmed her, and declared the Hunt unjust. He searches for the one who called it."

  Oberon's eyes narrowed as he thought.

  "If the Hunt was unjust, what is his reasoning for keeping your mate?"

  "She has called a hound to her and indebted herself to Cernunnos. He also believes she is safer with him and she is being trained by the Hunt."

  "Hmmmm, that is most interesting and unusual," Oberon mused.

  "Is there nothing else that you are keeping hidden?"

  I almost clenched my jaw but that would be telling. "There is the possibility that he plans to mate her," I finally shared.

  Oberon's brows rose up in surprise. "Are you sure?"

  "As far as I can be, our mates do not know of this development, I thought it wise not to inform them until we know more."

  "This is most unusual, but I can see why you are not more worried. He will not be able to keep her with him even if mated to her. His cycles will deny him that. The question is how will Dianthe react to his death?"

  "That is the question that worries me," I replied solemnly.

  "I hope with us to anchor her that she will survive. In fact, I am willing to bet that he is thinking the same. He is eternal and so is she. Unfortunately, she is so new to this world that his death, even if followed by rebirth a few short months later, may be extremely hard on her. That and the fact that our wolf is not handling the separation well is why I am in such haste."

  Oberon nodded in agreement, "What would you have of me, my son?"

  "I am looking for information, Father," the familiar was still uneasy on my tongue but a secret thrill went through me each time I spoke it.

  "Ideally, since we know where she is, I need to know who is after her and why. Also, I am trying to arrange for Cernunnos to meet with me personally. So far he has been resistant to my requests."

  "I wonder why," Isbeth chuckled.

  I smiled wryly at her, "As always, lady, your wit is sharper than any blade."

  "Charmer," she murmured. "Just don't act shocked when half a year you have another member of your household."

  I laughed, "No, my lady, that would not surprise me at all. In honesty, I will welcome him as long as we can have her home safe, secure, and with us once more.”

  Serious once more, Oberon touched my shoulder.

  "I will do what I can, Puck. My ears will be open and anything me or mine learns shall be passed on to you. In addition, I will send a missive to the Hunt asking for an audience myself. If you cannot get in to see her, perhaps I can. At least then, I would be able to see how she fares and pass on your regards?"

  "It would please me greatly to know how she fares, my king."

  Isbeth broke in to add with a small smile, "I had heard that while the Hunt does not often entertain that they always make the journey to the Sluagh for the autumn solstice. It has been a tradition for many many years."

  "Do you know I have not visited the Sluagh in many years, perhaps it is time that I pay my respects to Fiachra."

  "That is a fine idea, my Puck," Oberon drawled.

  "We have not had a representative to the Sluagh court in centuries. It would please me for you to go as my emissary to foster relations."

  I bowed my head slightly, "As my King wishes."

  "Then it is settled. You are to go to the Sluagh and Fiachra with tidings from the light Sidhe. It is only courteous."

  "The Sluagh are such sticklers for their manners, my king."

  "That they are, dear Isbeth, and a courtesy must always be repaid."

  "My king," I bowed, that being my cue, and I faded into the mists.

  Epilogue

  Robin

  The Sluagh were a hidebound race. They were the boogeymen of the Fae, all that is twisted and horrible in our world. In all the courts, few are brave enough to court them.

  That is not to say they are evil, there is nothing truly evil or good but instead, a balance and check system. Nevertheless, even we have our nightmares and the Sluagh fit that slot. The Seelie and Unseelie are beautiful creatures but can hide a multitude of darkness, while the Sluagh wear their ugliness for all to see.

  This was a time where I had to play the diplomat as protocol meant a great deal to them. Fiachra would not take kindly to me appearing in his court.

  So, I sent a request on the wind and now wait for a reply.

  A missive came to the receiver not to a place and the light court held no pleasure for me this day.

  So, I did something that I had not done in centuries and I stepped out of the grey paths
into the wild wood.

  I knew the moment that I did that Cernunnos would know of my presence. Now the question was would he see me or hunt me.

  It was a great risk but I was willing to take it on with the idea that he would do nothing to harm Dianthe.

  Patience is a game we learn early on, so I sat beneath the branches of a Sycamore and watched idly as its leaves danced and twirled merrily on the branches above me.

  I had just leaned my head back and propped up a knee to get comfortable when a snort came from behind me.

  "Hello, Dorchadas. Where is your master," I asked the horse lazily.

  The stallion nickered angrily and scraped at the ground in warning.

  "He does not approve of your impudence, Oberon's' Puck. Or should I say, Dianthe's Puck?"

  Cernunnos sat down beside me in his human form and put his arms behind his neck watching the leaves with me.

  "Both are truth," I told him companionably.

  "Do I even need to ask why you have ignored my denial of a meeting and came uninvited anyway?"

  "You may if you wish," I said blandly, "but you know the answer so the point is mute."

  I sat up, grabbed a blade of grass, and began to tear it into strips.

  "I understand that you do not want me to see her right now, and I also agree that you can protect her better than we can in the mortal world at the moment. However, I must have answers that I can take back to the others. Our wolf mate is not doing well. In fact he is crumbling at an alarming rate without Dianthe."

  Cernunnos sighed deeply at this but sat up to look at me.

  "All is well with her, we have finally mated, and she is settling. She misses you all greatly but is content. Brónach has become fast friends with her and she has indeed claimed a hound. She named it Caomhnóir."

  He paused to scowl at me, "However, terrifying her into not eating or drinking was not wise. She nearly died when she tried to run after fasting for three days. Lucky for us all I was able to save her and she indebted herself to me."