by J G Jerome
“Daphne, you may stand now.” She pushes back and stands at attention in front of me as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Do you have anything to say before I turn you over to your Captain?” She bites her lip in consternation. “Daphne, when you bite your lip like that, it makes me want to bite it.”
Her eyes flutter as she moans, but stays locked at attention. After a few ragged breaths, she says, “Excuse me one moment, sir.” Then she looks at Corrina. “Captain, may I have a quick break to have some relief. I almost orgasmed as he caressed me while he was talking.”
Corrina smiles at her, and cups her cheek. “You have five minutes, Raven. Will that be enough?”
Daphne smiles her appreciation. “Yes, Captain.” Then she turns to me, “Sir would you be available to help me clear my mind?”
I look at her for a moment, and then nod slowly. “Not this time Daphne. I plan to leave you in capable hands. Sex can be very comforting, but at it’s best it’s about the relationships it strengthens. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up for you to repair two relationships you damaged. I am handing you over to my reinforcements,” I say as I indicate Myra and Trina cuddling on the bed.
Her eyes pop, and she nods quickly. “Okay, Daphne. Everything but your boots off in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” I could have started counting at four. Maybe three. The young warrior is definitely motivated. Her clothing is neatly folded with the shoulder rig neatly resting on top, and she is standing in front of me naked in the position of attention. She dissolves into me as I wrap my arms around her, and she devours my lips. “Soon, my Precious Daphne. Soon,” I whisper to her. She nods frantically. I turn towards the bed to see Myra and Trina reaching for her. She gives me a brilliant smile, and then crawls on the bed.
“Hey Corrina, start your clock.” She absentmindedly sets a timer as she watches Myra and Trina make love to Daphne.
I slide behind her and wrap my arms around her. I whisper, “Are you sure you want to watch this?” She quickly turns within the circle of my arms, scrunching her eyes closed and cupping her hands over her ears. I hold her close as I caress her back through her blazer and plant gentle kisses on her temple.
My lovers apparently bring the young Raven an orgasm, but it’s fairly gently. Myra presses her back down, and keeps the stimulation going until Daphne’s whole body clenches and she groans loud enough to shake the windows if not for Trina’s countermeasures. Corrina flinches visibly at that, but maintains her protected position while I keep the gentle reassuring touches coming.
Trina catches the tail end of the groan in her mouth, and then nibbles Daphne’s lips and neck as she recovers. Myra plasters her abdomen and breasts with gentle little kisses.
Daphne groans, “I have to go! I don’t want to leave you my loves, but I must.” Myra and Trina whimper prettily to let her know they would rather she stayed, but don’t hold her down as she rises.
She dresses quickly, and presents herself in the position of attention. I pat Corrina on the back, and she looks up to give Daphne a proud smile.
I ask, “Do you feel better now, Precious Daphne?” I release Corrina and pull Daphne into an embrace.
“Yes, my Lord.” She smiles at me. “Thank you for making me yours, Jack. I really do feel special.”
I kiss her quickly, “You are special Daphne. Now you best get moving quickly before your Captain decides to beat your ass again!”
She grins, “Yes, Sir.” Daphne grabs Trina for a quick kiss, and then spins to plant a longer one on Myra.
Daphne rapidly launches out through ‘the cone of silence.’ I reach out and manage to snag her, and pull her back.
“Daphne, one second before you go!”
She looks at me expectantly. “Yes, my Lord?”
I point at her folded black lace panties sitting on the bed. “Are you out of uniform, Raven Daphne?”
She shakes her head seriously. “No sir. Panties are optional, so I left those for you as a memento of our time together. But you raise a good point, I should probably cover up. I don’t want to get aroused from the air directly on my wet pussy.” She pulls a pair of pink cotton panties out of a jacket pocket, and then pulls them over her boots and hikes them up over her ass before dropping her kilt. “Thank you for taking care of me, my Lord,” she says with a brilliant smile. Then she disappears.
Chapter 22 - Corrina’s Kiss
I look at Corrina. “I believe I owe you a kiss to seal the deal.”
She shakes her head, “Lord, I am not worthy of the love you offer me.”
“Bullshit! Trina, Myra, could you give us a moment?”
Trina says, “Sure, Jack. I get the toilet first!” She launches off the bed, and Myra saunters after her.
I walk to Corrina, who is back in her ‘officer’s parade rest’ position, and wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her right cheek about where her ‘tick’ starts. She collapses and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Damnit, Jack! You don’t want me! I am wrapped up in some shit, and you would hate me if you knew.”
“So, you report up on the Princess to your boss?”
She nods, “She trusts me, and I report up on her! And it’s worse than that.”
“Corrina Darling, do you really have a choice?” She shakes her head miserably. “Do you do what you can to protect the Princess?” She nods as she sobs. “Myra is a very intelligent and politically savvy person. Don’t you think she knows or suspects that you are required to report up your command chain?”
She stops sobbing and just looks at me. “Who is your chain of command? Do you report to a commander over all the Ravens or directly to the queen?”
She whispers, “Both,” and immediately screams as she grabs her head. I hold her tight to keep her from falling. The apparent pain in her head finally releases her, and she grabs my shoulders for support.
“I guess you were not supposed to tell me that. Can you nod or shake to confirm deny yes-no questions?” She nods. “Okay; so, you have a Raven Commander?” She nods. When the pain doesn’t come back, she gets her feet under again, and holds onto my shoulders as though her life depends on it.
“You also report directly to the Queen?” She gives a barely visible nod. “You were hesitant there; so, you think we’re getting close to stuff you think you shouldn’t discuss.” She nods.
“Okay. Tilt your head to the side if you think you can’t tell me the answer to this.” She nods. “The queen doesn’t want anyone to know you report to her.” She hesitates, licks her lips, and tilts her head. There is no apparent ramification. “If you can’t answer that there are two options that I can think of. Does she listen in to everything you hear or see?” She shakes her head. “Really? She has a geas on you so you hurt yourself if you try to answer questions she doesn’t want you too?” She hesitates, and then tilts her head. Again, she gets by without penalty. She smiles gently at me. I think about what else I need to know.
I nod. “Okay, do you get to choose what to report?” She looks uncertain. “Do you report verbally or in writing to your Commander?”
“Both. I write up a daily report, and she grills me on details she’s interested in.”
I nod again. “Okay, silent protocol on this one. Do you have anyone else feeding your Commander questions?” She nods slowly. “Is there frequently an audience for your oral debriefs?” A shake, a nod, then another shake. “Sometimes?” A nod. “Depending on a the details in the report?” She nods. “At least once per week?” A nod.
I nod back and hold her head next to mine, brushing a kiss on her cheek. “Can you think of any other questions I should ask you?” She is still for a moment, squeezing me tightly to her.
Corrina says, “There might be, but they are so far out of your frame of reference that you don’t know to ask. I am pretty certain I can talk about these without repercussions.”
She tilts her head back to look at me. “You need some frame of reference. I think you have at least an idea of what it means to b
e Sidhe. We look like pretty humans, but we live longer than humans - 500 years on average. We are appreciably stronger, and faster than humans on average, but not so much that it raises issues if we don’t try to compete in public sporting events. But what it really means to be Sidhe is our desire for touch.” I caress her back as she speaks.
“Touch is especially important for our emotional health. The most important thing to us is affection conveyed through touch. Skin-on-skin contact is very calming, healing even for our emotional state. In families, it’s not uncommon for them to wear nothing but an open robe within their homes to enable loving skin-on-skin connections. In most Sidhe families, it’s innocent, healthy, and beautiful. We grow up and make friendships, and share that same intimacy with those close friends. If, as friends we experiment with sex, it’s again innocent, healthy, and beautiful. As we grow closer to some of our friends, and grow to desire a closer connection, then we grow from ‘fucking’ to ‘making love.’ It’s not so much that the actions change, but the emotional connection does. The relationship between Myra and Trina is an excellent example of this. As you may have noticed, there is no stigma associated with being panamorous. Sometimes an individual might get attached to one label or another, but there is nothing in our culture that drives us to favor one type of attachment over another.”
I nod, and she continues. “As creatures of fae, Sidhe are also attracted to physical beauty. We have over millennia developed into very pretty beings. As such, our society only accepts potential mates that are what you would call a minimum of 85% perfect. Perfectly formed skeletal and muscular structure, lustrous thick hair, ideal proportions of lean tissue to fat, limbs to torso, etcetera. My defect is muscular imperfection in my face. Skin tone is important. Only pale porcelain, golden, ‘olive,’ and darkest brown are the only skin tones that are “acceptable.” Daphne’s deformity is that her skin has a slight greyish cast to it. Humans won’t even notice it. It is seen as a sign of goblin heritage. It might be, too. Family Schatten is known to have had congress with goblins, both consensual and not in both directions over millennia - really until this new craziness with defects set in. I met our great-grandmother years ago, and I wouldn’t put it past her to have taken a goblin lover. Skin tone also makes it unusual to find many Sidhe with ethnic features of southern Asia. Anyway, hair texture is another. Straight and or only slightly wavy. Curly hair is only acceptable for those with darkest skin or certain shades of red hair. A Sidhe with loosely curled strawberry blond hair is very desirable for mates, especially in the Summer court. Charli’s defect is her tightly curled blond hair. Many human women would kill for Charli's hair, but not Sidhe. Facial features of other races are taboo. Marisol’s eyes, we call her Mari most of the time, are a little bigger than normal and she has slight points on her ears. An elf wouldn’t even notice, but the Sidhe do. She’s sexy as hell, and if she was on someone else’s team, I would try to bed her despite my preference for males. Female Sidhe are also expected to be 5’7” or taller, up to about 6’1.” Geri is only 5’3” when she doesn’t have her boots on, but that little girl packs one hell of a punch.”
She takes a breath, and I kiss her cheek. She starts back up with, “Hmmm, that’s nice, Jack. Selene and Liesl are both social outcasts. Selene’s mom, Sheila, used to be our team’s Captain, and she was an ‘untouchable’ Raven for the same reason as Daphne. She managed to find a human to breed her, and Selene looks perfectly Sidhe, but she carries her mother’s stigma - plus she is a 'Class A' bitch and lazy as all get out. I’m fairly convinced she wouldn’t have passed training if her mother hadn’t cut a deal. Before the end of the year, I should have enough ammo to drum her out. Liesl is a Laughlin. Like Trina, she has some wave in her hair, but on anyone else it would have been judged as meeting minimum standards. The Laughlin clan came to the Winter court almost a millennium ago - long before we moved our Siths to the new world. Several families were fed up with the crap in the Summer court. We had a pretty enlightened queen at the time; therefore, they picked up and moved here. One of their son’s married the Winter Lady, and eventually served as consort to the queen, but the original old Winter clans still resent them. They look for every possible fault. In Liesl’s case it was her hair, but if she were from a different clan she would pass for ‘acceptable’ and be sought after. Her family fought the rumors and social attacks, but eventually they ran out of options. She could probably go to the Summer court and get married without a problem. She’s exuberant, agreeable, fierce in battle, and lovely all around. She’s Trina’s cousin.”
She looks at me and tells me in all seriousness, “With one notable exception, all my ladies deserve much better than they are getting out of life. I think they all now expect you to give it to them - Mari will be on board as soon as she hears about you. Please don’t hurt them, Jack.”
“As much as it is my power to prevent it, I will.” I slide my hands inside her arms, intentionally letting the backs of my hands caress her nipples as I reach to cup her face. “They are mine. You are mine.” With that I give her a lover’s kiss. “I’m sure what I say next has no bearing on the Princess and you will not have to report it.”
She nods. “When I have everything ready, I plan to free you all and take you away. Will you come with me?”
“Oh, Jack! Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!” She devours my mouth, and I squeeze her tight to me.
“Well, Corrina, I have closed our deal with a kiss as promised. You are well and truly mine.”
“Yes, Jack!” She nibbles my neck as she presses her body into mine.
Then she gasps. “Jack! I need to get Liesl and Charli up here for a kiss. It may be just a formality, but they should have the opportunity.”
I nod, “Okay, Darling. I suspect Charli may be reticent. Jason seems to be growing attached and vice versa.”
She shakes her head. “Jason is a good guy for a Shadow, and she likes working with him. She used to moon over him, but he has rebuffed her twice. She’s isn’t going to fall for Shadow Games again.”
“Okay, Captain. But it is completely voluntary. Ensure they both know that.”
She nods vigorously and grins at me, “Yes, Jack! Now you best get busy, my Lord. My Princess is expecting you to fuck her good and hard before she has to go back to her, and I do quote, ‘limp-dick suitors.’ The Ravens are counting on you to make our Princess happy, my Lord. Make us proud!” she says with a shit-eating grin. I kiss her again quickly, take a step back, and snap to attention. “Yes, ma’am,” I say as I snap a salute at her. She giggles as she steps out of the shadow ring towards the front door.
Chapter 23 - a Lingering ‘Au Revoir’
Myra and Trina crawl onto the bed through the shadows.
“How’d that go?” Myra asks.
I ruefully shake my head, “Princess, I’m afraid to report the Captain of your guard detail was giggling.”
She shakes her head sadly, “Oh how the mighty have fallen. I guess she’s beyond rescue.”
We all laugh outrageously. Trina asks, “So what took so long?”
“I had to convince her of her worth.” I grab Trina in my arms and devour her mouth. “Oo! Someone tastes like Myra’s pussy!”
Trina smirks, “Well a girl has to keep herself busy.”
I kiss Myra. “Yep, you taste like Trina, too!”
“Oh good, I was afraid it might have worn off. I went down first,” Myra explained with a smirk.
I laugh. “Okay, one minute of serious stuff.” I hold onto Trina tightly. “Corrina has a geas on her. Makes her report everything to the Queen directly.” Trina tries to bolt to grab Corrina. “NO Trina! PET! Calm down!”
She is livid at Corrina, and not much better with me. “How could she? Myra is her biggest ally in all the court!”
I spank her ass, “Trina, keep the cone up!” She nods begrudgingly. I continue softly, “Trina, I don’t think she has a choice. I stumbled onto it from something she said. If she hadn’t have been in the cone of silence, you
would have heard the most horrible scream as she tried to scramble her own brain as punishment.”
Myra jumps, “Trina darling, she wouldn’t have a choice. I suspect it was the last time we were in Springfield. She was more reserved after that. Shit! She’s been trying to cope with this for four months with no support.”
Trina is overcome with remorse, “I’m sorry, Myra. I didn’t even think of it that way. I was just worried about protecting you. I’m a shit friend to her.”
“I think you can both make a point of supporting her more now that you know. Also, be careful about what you do in front of her that she might have to report. Additionally, you can ask her to put specific things in her report before you say or do them. Or ask to see it before it goes up with the advice, ‘no need to tell anyone I’m helping you write this.’ If you want to elicit a specific response you can help her craft the report. She will get that you’re trying to keep her out of hot water while doing your duty without interference.”
Myra grins at me, “You’re devious enough to be a Sidhe. Good thing I didn’t tell her about the greaves.”
Trina, “You got them?”
Myra nods, “Yep. I just put them under the water bottles in the carton she supplied. I put them in one of your duffel bags while the two of you were in here and Trina went for a pee.”
I smile hugely at her, “Sneaky! I like that!” I kiss her, then I kiss Trina as I start taking my shirt off. “Now I understand from our beloved Captain that we have about one and a quarter hours to wear out our Princess.”
“Yeah...hold that thought, stud,” says Myra. “Tell me about your powers.”
I look at her for moment. “Myra, essentially I am the ancient enemy of your people. There hasn’t been one for over 4,000 years, and no one knows how I managed to develop powers with such a diluted bloodline, but I am now the,” making air quotes, “reigning Green Lord. I don’t know exactly what that means, but there is an insinuation that I have some kind of dominion over creation - Fae, Elves, humans, all of it. Love is apparently some kind of superpower that gives me powers over living things.”
