Through Time-Slamming

by Conn, Claudy

  “I need a bath and a new wardrobe,” Jazz said as she allowed her legs to release his hips and planted her feet on the ground.

  “You can do that with your mind,” he said and kissed her ear and then her neck and remarked, “You are filthy my love.”

  Ignoring this as being filthy didn’t deter his kisses or his caresses. She said, “So wait…how could you have been here in this cave and found a piece of my clothing without my seeing you?”

  “Because Pestale not only sent you off to die in this savage Realm, but he wanted to make certain I wouldn’t find you by sending you into the past. You are in the past once again.”

  “How is it he can manipulate time when he is only an Unseelie?”

  “He must have some ancient relic that once belonged to the Dark King. I am only glad that our Orb of Time was able to transport me back here.”

  “So the Orb of Time can still arrange time travel?”

  “Apparently only into the past but not the future, and in a limited way because of the curvature of the Earth.” He kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered, “We need to meet up with the others. But first, my Jazmine Decker, we are going to my retreat, where I can take my time scrubbing you clean in the shower…” he kissed her fully then, his tongue teasing her for a response and she gave it to him.

  She found once again that everything she had become was acceptable because she would be with Trevor forever.

  He groaned as he set her apart and she could see a slight hesitation as he said, “I am sorry to tell you, my love, that matters in your human world have deteriorated, and we will be needed to do our part.”

  “Pestale got through, didn’t he? They got through and Pestale’s army must be…”

  He put a finger to her lips to hush her, “First things first. I have not been apprised of the situation yet, as I was preoccupied with finding you. Soon, we will meet with the Queen and she will give us our specific mission.”

  “What about my Frankie? Is she okay?”

  He smiled. “She is of course safely on Tir…”

  “And Tir? Is the Isle of Tir still safe?”

  He grimaced. “Pestale, his brothers, Morrigu and their army will die in a blaze of agony before ever they have a chance to look towards Tir!” He squeezed her and held her close as he said with a soft meaning in his voice, “Are you ready?”

  “Am I ever,” she answered and laid her head on his chest, as his shoulder was too high. She wondered fleetingly if Fae females displayed affection and need. Then she thought of Ete and Breslyn and smiled.

  She did hope however, that as she became more and more Fae, she would not lose her human side.

  “Hold onto me, Jazmine Decker. Hold on, and don’t you ever let go. Got it?”

  “Got it big boy,” she said and did just that as they shifted.

  ~*~

  The hot water from the many jets in Trevor’s huge shower stall in his private lodge on the Isle of Tir, eased the mental ache she still felt from her experience. Her Fae blood had already healed her physical bruises.

  She soaped herself down and put her face to the jet stream of water, when a slight draft made her turn to find Trevor, gloriously naked and stepping inside with her. He was magnificent. It was as simple as that.

  Everything about him stunned her senses. His size, of course, but the way he moved, the way he held himself, and the way he touched her.

  An intake of breath was all she had time for, as he took her into his arms and kissed her with a passion that would not be denied.

  While he held her high above the marbled floor of the shower, she was able to nibble at his ear and neck. He pressed his rock solid body against her and his voice was a primal growl as he told her how he felt.

  His words in ancient Danu were translated by her Fae mind and she melted beneath the weight of their meaning.

  She wanted him more than she thought it was possible to want another. She heard his low hoarse voice as he looked into her eyes and told her, “I can’t bear it. When you were gone…I couldn’t think…”

  She didn’t answer but instead pulled his head down and kissed him again, long and sweetly and with all the passion she felt. It wasn’t just lust though, she had an abundance of that for him. It was more; it was as though her life had wrapped itself around his life and joined into a force beyond her imagination. She felt as though she was a vine that had found another and together they made the strongest form of new life. Together they made that sweet smelling perfect rose that was their love.

  Also, the lust wasn’t bad either.

  She thrust her tongue into his mouth and pushed her slippery body against his hard rock muscles--all his muscles, and felt his cock throb where it met her flesh.

  He lifted her then and she murmured, “Do we have time? Shouldn’t we be on our way to the Queen--suit up for battle…?” She wanted to be right where they were, but she knew duty would soon take them away.

  “They are closeted in the Council Room. As it appears we have another problem as well. Breslyn said to take some time to be with you, though not much”. He grinned at her, “but…enough.”

  She giggled. He made her feel like a school girl, or a girl about to make love for the first time with the boy of her dreams. That was what it really was. How could it be anything else? It felt as though everything they did was a first.

  And then all thoughts were suspended as he turned her around, bent her over allowing the hot water to cover them both as it streamed sweetly on their skin. He rubbed his long hard shaft against her rump and whispered, “You are the most beautiful female in existence, and you know that, don’t you, my love?”

  “All I know is that I love you,” she said hungrily as she felt his shaft tease her.

  “I want to just stand here and touch you all day. Ram myself into you and stay inside; live inside you. I want to feel you clench my dick deep inside you as I pleasure you over and over again.”

  His beautiful Danu accent always swept hypnotically through her, and when he said things like that, he made her feel savage with need. “Right now, Seelie Prince, ram into me right now!” she demanded.

  “Aye love, right now…” he answered and did just that.

  They knew what was coming. They knew the World would soon be plunged into chaos, but they needed this moment. They needed each other and they gave and took in total physical unity. What they produced when they were together was an age old magic. It was love, pure and simple and it bound them to one another for all eternity.

  They didn’t have the time to linger though. They didn’t have the time to snuggle.

  Jazz teased him about this being a quickie, even though he rode her a good while and made her climax over and over again.

  He laughed and touched her nose, “I put clothes for you on the bed.” He eyed her shyly and looked away as he said, “They are Fae leathers, warrior leathers…the color of our Royal House of Lugh, dark blue and black. I would be honored to have you wear them.” He touched her face, “By doing so, you are announcing yourself my mate…”

  “Then let me have at them!” Jazz laughed at the joy that took over his handsome face.

  He said, “Radzia, who is the mate to my older brother, Danté, wears what she likes which is black leather when she goes into battle.” He shrugged. “Perhaps I have overstepped my boundaries. Would you like to choose your own color?”

  She touched his face and felt the electricity spark from her to him and back to her as she said, “I am honored to wear the color of your Royal House and dark blue goes well with my yellow hair.” She smiled while teasing him with her eyes.

  He grinned like a boy and said, “Your eyes, my love are changing. Not Fae, not human. The aqua color like our sea, draws me in. If I look into them any longer, we will not be leaving here now...” such meaning lit in his golden eyes.

  Jazz knew in that moment, that life for her would never be the same. For now, Jazmine Decker, Marine Biologist was gone. She had been replaced by Jazmine
Decker Fios and Fae warrior in the making. So be it! Perhaps the future would sort itself out?

  ~*~

  Banzar was poised as he took a stand before the long table of the Council Chamber. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Prince Breslyn’s hand was on the hilt of his Death Weapon and had a moment’s fleeting concern.

  He was past the point of no return and negligently brushed his flaming red hair off his shoulders as he brought his eyes to the Queen’s exquisite, but momentarily frigid gaze.

  Banzar, unlike Prince Breslyn and Prince Danté was regally and formally dressed in the gold trimmed white tunic and white silk pants which depicted his status as a Council Member.

  He faced the Queen of the Seelie Fae boldly and with purpose, but he managed to maintain a respectful tone when he spoke, in spite of the wild glee he felt. He was in fact, consumed by the enormity of what he was doing. He managed to control his emotions and kept them well hidden from all. He had to maintain a position of deep thought, logic, and overall concern.

  “My Queen,” he said. “The Council has held an emergency meeting earlier this morning, and we as a whole have decided that while we do not have the power to depose you…yet, we do have the power to remove your ability to have the final vote in the Council. In addition to that, we have decided that you may no longer make the decisions regarding our readiness for battle…any kind of battle.”

  Breslyn stepped forward, his handsome face drawn in incredulous anger. Danté reached out and held his friend’s forearm and cast him a warning glance.

  The Council Members at the table fidgeted uneasily.

  Aaibhe stepped forward and asked, “Say you all?” Her chin was up as she looked at each and every one of them. “Very well, but since I called this meeting; I…not you…not any of you…” She allowed her iridescent eyes to travel over them with great contempt, and the room felt like a frigid zone as she spoke. “You will hear what has befallen the Human World. You will listen because we are in the line of fire, and regardless of whether or not you believe we are responsible for the humans; we are responsible for our World.”

  Banzar tried to interrupt him and she withered him with a look. He hated her in that moment and in that moment wished his Queen dead. As soon as the thought entered his head, he attempted to get control and banish it. No, he wasn’t like that. He wasn’t a traitor…

  The Queen stood regally as she told them, “You need to know that Pestale, his brothers, and Morrigu have escaped the Dark Realm with an army of Unseelie that outnumber us—all of us; Milesians and Seelie Fae alike. What we need at this moment is unity of purpose, not this ludicrous nonsense. This is not the time for politics and I will not tolerate it.” She paused and Banzar felt the Council swaying back toward her.

  “Indeed, the Unseelie have already begun to feed on humans as they make their way to the Grampian Mountains. Some of you don’t care, but when they have fed and are more powerful than ever—then what? Think about it. Do you think Pestale will be content while we remain in control of the real power? No. He will turn his abominations towards Tir. He will use any and all means to defeat us and take our World.”

  “You use scare tactics to hone us in, but this time, Aaibhe, it won’t work. We will have our unity without you and we will be done with the situation you have created by this obsession to protect the humans.” Banzar could feel the sudden uncertainty with the buzz of rapid conversation at his back.

  “I have not given you permission to use my name, Banzar. Nor shall you ever have that permission,” Aaibhe said with her head held high. “Nor shall I dignify this Council’s insults by answering them. I am your Queen, made so by a power higher than this Council, and I am this Council’s leader. This meeting is over,” said Aaibhe. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to her loyal princes. “Breslyn, Danté…in my chambers.” She called Nuad with their mind link, and picking up the skirt of her glittering silver gown she swept it behind her with a style even Banzar had to admire as she left the Council at her back and shifted to her own suite of rooms in the palace.

  Breslyn took a moment before he followed his Queen. His fist hammered the long oak table and he advised the fearful faces before him, “You will live to regret this day’s work.” So saying, he shifted to his Queen’s chambers.

  Prince Danté took a moment to level a glare at all the members and then at Banzar in particular. He pointed a finger at the dissenting members, “Fie, all of you complete and utter fools. You don’t have a clue, do you? You stand on the precipice of ruin. The Dark Princes are here, do you understand? If it were left to me, I would feed Banzar to their hordes for it is what you deserve. You are no better than Gais. At least he was insane, but you are not. Your cunning ways will be your demise.” He sneered at Banzar, “Damn, I think I should have allowed Breslyn to bury you, you asinine fool.”

  ~*~

  Aaibhe looked up from her pyramided hands as Danté stepped out of his shift into the royal chamber.

  He took a stand beside Breslyn whose arms were crossed over his massive chest, his silver eyes were lit with fury.

  They waited as the Queen took a turn about her room and then stood before them and asked, “Will we ever be plagued by men who look to further themselves at the cost of their brethren?” She sighed heavily, “We haven’t time the to waste worrying about such nonsense.” Aaibhe’s chin was up, and her eyes were alive with determination. “Our path is very clear. We need to stop the Dark Ones before they do any further damage in the human world.” She put a hand out to her Royal Princes, “I trust my Royals, each and every single one, but there are none more capable than you two, and you must know my doubts and fears.” She looked away and then back at them, “My greatest fear is that their Dark Magic will increase as their army feeds. I am nearly certain of it, and we must do something to slow that process down. Until we can surround them and contain them, we are vulnerable.”

  “Never say so,” Breslyn’s face was fixed with his resolution. “This time, we will bleed them, Dark King or not, his sons are going down!”

  The Queen regarded him steadily, “We were fortunate that the Dark King forgave the killing of his youngest son, and that he was not his favorite son. The Dark King must not be thwarted in this. With the blink of an eye he can destroy our worlds…” she looked away. “Thank goodness there is Crystal keeping him bound to emotion.”

  “What are you saying?” Danté asked calmly but with a touch of irritation. “We are being attacked…and we can’t end this?”

  “We can end this by returning them to the Dark Realm where they belong and this time, keeping them there.”

  “I don’t like it,” Breslyn answered throwing his arm into the air. “It begs repetition.”

  Aaibhe sighed, “Shall we focus first on containing the hordes of abominations they have released in the Human Realm? One step at a time. Sometimes the answers come slowly, but those answers, will light the way.”

  Nuad, her Chief Royal Tracker arrived then, she turned to greet him with a nod. There wasn’t time for the amenities and she got right to the point, “Nuad, do you have their exact location?”

  “Indeed, my Queen, we do.” He turned to Breslyn and Danté and included them in his sweeping gaze. “Their fortress is heavily protected by wards, but they know nothing if they think that can keep out Seelie Fae.”

  “Yes, but when we surround them, it must be more than an act of bluster without merit. We must have the means to contain, capture and imprison,” the Queen said quietly.

  “Yes, another matter,” Nuad agreed. “And there is more,” he added grimly.

  “What more?”

  “It pains me to report that the Dark Princes have already sent their Unseelie castes into the nearby villages and allowed the abominations to feed.”

  Breslyn slammed his fist into the wall and cursed in ancient Danu. Danté took a step towards Nuad and said softly, “Women and children…?”

  “Not one left, only the bones remain.”

  The Qu
een closed her eyes.

  This hurt her in the depth of her being, the Daoine Fae that she was, for a Daoine is one with the Earth.

  It had been her sacred duty to keep the prison walls of the Dark Realm intact. Those walls had been compromised when the Seelie Fae had come to Ireland’s lovely shores. She instilled the Druids with magic. Her Druids had been loyal to her and to their duty for thousands of years. They recited the magical chants that had helped to maintain the prison wall in place and the Unseelie bound within to their Dark Realm.

  How had it all fallen apart? The Dark King would not accept the total destruction of his monsters. They were his creations, and even as evolved as he had become, she knew what his retaliation would be…

  She had for that reason allowed Pestale to live when the Dark King appeared and asked her for his return. He had promised to keep him contained and thought by making his First Prince drink from the Cauldron that all would be well. He had not foreseen what Hordly had managed to do. He had not bothered to watch over the Princes and keep up his part of their deal.

  She should have allowed Trevor to destroy Pestale when they had the chance. She should have taken that opportunity and faced the Dark King with it, perhaps he would have…but no, the consequences would have been dire.

  And now the price of that decision would have to be paid. Perhaps, Banzar was correct and her time for ruling was over?

  If only she had the original magic threads to keep those prison walls intact. If only Queen Bridget had left her the secret of the binding of the walls.

  With a sudden decision she regarded her Princes and they shifted, arriving just outside Morrigu’s castle walls.

  A moment later Pestale, and his brother Hordly stood before them.

  Pestale crossed his arms and asked, “Ah, have you come to beg?”

  ~*~

  Trevor with Jazz’s hand tucked into his own shifted to the Council Chambers, but it was empty.

  “What is this?” he said out loud with an accompanying frown. Then without another word he shifted them to the Queen’s private chamber and knocked before entering.