Fae Dominance (6 page)

The king sat back on his throne and pondered my tale. "What became of Jasmine," he asked.

"She was sent to Scotland," I told him. "Their healers were able to repair most of the damage but they do not know if she will ever be able to have children. He had beaten her badly,” I clarified. “It is a moot point, as she cannot bear the touch of any male. I speak to her regularly and she seems content. Jas has taken on the care of the pack’s children.”

"Indeed," Oberon's eyes had turned calculating. He suddenly sat up and turned to Robin. "Puck, I believe it is your turn to share."

Robin’s gaze was both sad and wounded as he stared at the milling Fae below us. In that moment I saw the lost little boy that he must have been at one point long ago.

He looked at his king before turning to me with eyes now empty and dull. “Is this what you really want, my wolf? It is something I would prefer to keep to myself, but I cannot hide from my mates if they wish to see,” he said softly.

Oberon waved a hand almost negligently. If it were not for the calculating gleam in his eye then you would think he had not a care in the world. However, the plotting going on in that head spun faster than the Earth.

“It is only fair, my boy,” Oberon drawled lazily. “After all, he shared one of his stories. I can guarantee that you have never harmed a child, so it will not be as bad as you believe.”

Robin did not blink at being called a boy and merely turned to face me with an almost unnoticed sigh.

“This will change things,” he told me. “Are you ready for that? You will not see me in the same light again.”

I wanted to joke and tell him that I hardly saw him in a good light now but the seriousness of the situation held me back. Instead, my head came down in a decisive nod and that was all the consent he needed.

Chapter Four

Robin’s face turned into a hard mask that left me facing the Puck. Elegant hands moved faster than I could track and grabbed both sides of my face, pulling me up against him. Our lips were only a hairs breath apart and he whispered to me. “Remember, pup, you asked for this.”

Hard lips crushed against mine and teeth clicked. His tongue invaded my mouth and I was overwhelmed. The kiss fell away and millennia of hidden pain and horror assailed me.

If pain could be described in colors, it would be prismatic. Burst after agonizing burst of sharp edged pain in glorious dying hues.

I saw every atrocity that my Robin was forced to endure. He wore the cold-blooded face of a sociopathic killer while calmly taking life after life. At times in such ways that made the perpetrator suffer for weeks, months, years, and on occasion centuries.

On the surface, there was no mercy. Males and females both screaming and weeping for a mercy that would not be shown. He never showed any emotion. Hate, lust, passion—nothing crossed that beautiful cold face. The Puck was always apathetic and without remorse.

What the others did not see and never could was the heart of the man underneath that cold un-bearing mask. He was filled with anger, remorse, pity, and self-hatred.

The things Robin had been forced to do tore at him and destroyed him piece by piece until he came to the cusp of being a hollow shell. I do not think even Oberon understood how close he had been to losing his Puck.

The kiss broke and my Robin’s gaze met mine. “It was you, Kale. You, Dianthe, and Daniel that brought me back. I was so close,” he trailed off and his eyes closed trying to stop the single tear that slipped down his cheek.

It was in that moment that what my wolf knew truly and honestly sank into me. This Fae, who was so strong yet so very fragile, was mine. He was as much mine as Dia was, as well as Daniel.

My heart expanded and wrapped around this brave warrior. He had waited so long just to be loved and wanted. Poor bastard ended up with someone nearly as broken as him. Thank God, we had Dia to hold us all together or we would be in some deep shit. Luckily, for my faery, I was very good at being overprotective and jealously guarding what was mine.

I would rip the beating heart out of any fucker that ever dared to hurt him again, and then shove it down their throat before they had a chance to die.

There was clarity now why I could not deny their claim on Dia. That had really bugged the hell out of me. At least now it made sense. We were all part of one whole. Not yet complete but the puzzle pieces were coming together finally.

“Mine,” I whispered. Robin’s eyes shot open and peered at me in shock. It was truly a day of firsts. I swooped down on him and consumed him in a fiery kiss. Damn, looked like I wasn’t so straight after all.

An amused chuckle interrupted us after several minutes. Oberon’s expression was relaxed but watchful once more. “As entertaining as this is, children, I have the feeling you are not into sharing.” He shifted and the bulge of his obvious arousal strained against his trousers. “I do enjoy playing the voyeur but, alas, I am a hands on kind of king. As much as I like to watch, eventually, I want to play. I assume you would be adverse to this,” he raised an eyebrow.

I drew Robin closer and nodded my head in affirmation. Oberon shrugged with a wry smile. “Somehow I am not surprised. You two should go now and spend some time together. Talk and do more fun interesting things,” he winked at us.

“However,” the laughter left his voice, “my Puck, I was not aware of the depth of your grief and remorse. Or of how close you had come to fading. I am not pleased.

“The fact you hid this from me is worrisome. We will discuss this at a later date, do you understand?”

Robin lowered his head respectfully and murmured a quiet, “Yes, my King.”

Once again, the demeanor of the king changed and the seriousness melted into sultry indulgence. “Good.” He grinned. “Now let’s see what we can do to relive this,” he motioned to his straining hard-on.

A soft popping echo fell before the sound of the Fae around us poured in. A hush fell as all eyes were once again upon us. The shocked gasps confused me for a moment until I realized it was due to having Robin cradled against me. The fact that he was snuggled happily there with an expression of joy on his face did not go unnoticed. Oberon’s laughter rolled out and shook the room.

“My boys, I do believe you have managed to shock my court into silence. I don’t think this has ever happened before. I may have to keep you two here. It will never be boring at least.”

Before we could protest, he had turned his eyes upon his subjects and with a subtle nod called up several Fae. Two ravishing beauties whose coloring made them look almost like sisters came first. The females' hair was almost white it was so blonde. They smiled demurely and knelt on their knees before the king.

Oberon’s pinkie flicked and both girls were naked before us. Damn but they were fine. Luscious curves and rose tipped nipples already puckered and waiting.

I may be mated, but I’m not fucking dead. Robin leaned back in my arms as we watched. The king glanced at us a moment with a tilt to his lips.

“Do you wish to play the voyeur now?” he asked.

“If it pleases you, my Lord,” was Robin's easy reply.

“Oh, by all means, stay and watch. There is no shyness in this court.” Oberon turned back to the females and crooked a finger at them. “You may begin now, my beauties.”

I didn’t know their names nor did I care. I was, however, man enough to lay back and enjoy the show. Blondie one reached her arms out and spread Oberon’s legs wider, allowing Blondie two to slide between them.

Then number one was kind enough to untie the laces of the king’s trousers enough to release his hard cock. Damn, even I was a little in awe of Oberon’s package.

If that wasn’t a foot long then it was so fucking close as to not matter. Number two reached in and gently lifted his sac until it rested between the laces still partially tied.

If he spread his legs anymore, they would tighten and basically work as a clamp. The twins then rose back up before bending over the king’s lap to begin lapping at his crown.

Oberon must have read my mind because he smirked at the pun. Two, as I had named the second twin, licked her way down his cock and set to work on his balls. She reached up and tugged the loose skin taut before tonguing her way along the seam in the middle.

My own balls drew up watching them and I was suddenly imaging a mouth doing the same to me. Robin and I watched the performance avidly. Unconsciously I had begun to caress Robin. My hands slid down his sides to his hips, where he nestled against me, back to chest. It was more arousing than the girls blowing the king.

I thrust my hips against his back and pulled him tighter, securing him in my arms and nuzzling his neck. He let his hands settle on top of mine and tilted his head to allow me better access.

A muffled moan drew our attention back to the trio beside us. Oberon had stood and turned slightly so he was facing us. The wicked glint in his eye proved he wanted to put on a show.

The girls kissed each other around his pole and their lips met to suckle each side of his erection. Oberon reached down grabbing a hand full of each girl’s hair before fisting it in a tight grip. He pulled them closer together then began to fuck their mouths as if they were an open-ended pussy.

The head of his dick would disappear into the wet recess of the tongue twisting girls' mouths before emerging again shiny with their saliva and his own pre-cum.

We watched a few minutes more before Oberon changed pace. He discarded his clothes and picked up number one. Bending her over, he slid the head of his erection over her weeping center. Number two effortlessly slid under number one and wormed her way between their legs. She was a greedy little thing and was licking away at whatever her hungry little mouth could reach.

Number one tried her best to remain still, but number two knew what she was doing and had her pseudo twin wiggling in want. Oberon was clearly enjoying himself, as two was busy rolling his balls in her dainty little hands while she worked.

He held up a hand and the hall once again fell silent. Most were watching the show with avid interest, many had their gaze on us, and a few were indulging in their own fun.

However, all stilled when the king called for attention. Oberon looked directly at us and with a wink threw the entire Light Fae realm into chaos.

“My people, today is a day of celebration! Our beloved Puck has mated. He has formed the ancient joining bonds with his female and the bonds between his male mates are growing ever stronger. I have a decree,” he paused.

Gasps rang out throughout the room. I assumed this was not something that happened often.

“As a gift to my most loyal servant, I grant a boon. I will release my power across the land, as I have not done before. With any luck and blessing from Danu, this happy occurrence will bear fruit.”

Silence fell more absolute than I had ever heard as the many in the room took in what this meant. Whispers finally rose as the reality sunk in and a roar of gratitude and hope rose in a wave of praise.

All around us, mated couples began to rip apart their clothes, falling to the ground to make love where they lay. Others folded out without a word looking for loved ones, while others still searched for anyone willing to attempt the miracle of life.

Even the guards abandoned their posts in hopes of procreation. Oberon looked down gently at the twins.

“My beauties, I will not be joining this attempt. If you want a chance of a child, you will want to find another. I will not hold it against you.”

Number two nodded shyly and folded from underneath them. Number one shook her head in the negative before answering in an angelic voice.

“It is an offer beyond belief, my King. But I have been blessed enough already to bear a child. I will stay with you and lend my strength to the spell if you would have it?”

Oberon’s lips rose in a true smile and he caressed her back. “Sweeting, you make me humble.” He turned back to us and grinned wickedly. “My Puck, this is my mating gift to you. The next he sent telepathically. ‘Understand that I will need you here for several days after to recover.’

Robin soberly nodded to Oberon and I followed suit. I was not one hundred percent certain what was going on, but I did know the Fae had a low birth rate.

Oberon turned back to his partner and slid home deep into her wet sheath. He worked himself back and forth several times, lathering himself in her juices before pulling out. He then set his ruddy head to her tight little rosebud and gripped her hips tightly.

“Are you ready, little one,” he ground out. She bit her lip and nodded her head in agreement. This was not going to be a gentle ride for her. You could tell that easily from the strain on the king's face.

“Then let us begin this journey. Aishling, your name will go down in the annals as the mother’s gift to our people.”

Oberon said no more but sank the whole of his length deep into number one or should I say, Aishling, now that I knew her name, clenching ass.

All around us the Fae made love, and it was that. It was not meaningless sex but a chance for the future of their race. They may not have been deeply attached to the partners they were with, but they desperately loved the ideal of any child their unions would bring.

Robin turned to me then, his own feelings shining brightly in his eyes. No words were needed and we connected on a level that most could only dream of.

Oberon’s power surged as he built toward his orgasm. No one in the vicinity of the palace could help but feel it. Aishling’s sweet energy rose up to join the king's and as if a dam broke, hundreds of others joined in. Energy in every shade rose from the Fae as a whole and coalesced above their king.

My Robin’s autumn hues joined and hints of my own aura rose to blend hesitantly into the kaleidoscope hovering over Oberon.

The pulsing surges grew until with a roar Oberon came in shuddering waves. The gathered power swept through the king and exploded outwards washing over us all. His orgasm triggered everyone else’s and blissful moans and shouts echoed with the passing wave.