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Adrian walked over to Rain
and stared her in the eyes. He took her hand.
You will let loose tonight, you find Delanie incredibly
attractive and will act on it. You will make passionate love to her
like there is no one else in the room.
“It
is very nice to meet you Rain. Your name is very nature-like, and I
love nature.

“
Thanks, I
think.”

Adrian could sense
Delanie’s arousal; all she needed was a push. He walked over to her
and took her by the hand.
You find Rain so
sexy you have to have her and will cherish her always.
“I think it would be more comfortable if you sat
by Rain,” Adrian suggested.

“
I
think
you’re right,” she said as she
sat with her friend.

The two friends held hands; then they
started kissing. Adrian sat back and began to take in the energy.
They started undressing each other slowly. Delanie had larger
breast than Rain but they were both beautiful in their own way.
Rain looked at Delanie with a hunger and took her nipple in her
mouth sucking it. Delanie leaned back and moaned; he had a feeling
they would be going at it for a while. He drank his beer, not
really enjoying what he was watching. A different girl every night
was getting old. Perhaps it was time to visit home for a bit to
reconnect with his people.

*****

Seelie Court: Other Realm

Leona sat at her desk
overlooking the valley in the Other
Realm
where most Fae lived. She wore
the typical Fae attire: flowers in her hair and a blue flower petal
dress. The open window let in a nice fresh breeze while she worked.
She was the Seelie Queen’s personal assistant. Today’s task was to
go over prison records, and to issue warrants for those who escaped
prison and fled to earth. Queen Brianna had recently imprisoned one
of the ladies at court for sleeping with her husband, King Kieran.
He was well known for having sex with anything that moved,
men
and
women of
the court. She managed to escape prison somehow. Many speculate the
King helped her.

The Other realm was very
much a matriarchal society. The Queen made all decisions. The King
was the King in name only. His only real job was to father
the
Queen’s children. Unfortunately,
they
had no children. The king was always
kind to everyone he came in contact with. The Queen didn’t have
that luxury and wasn’t much liked by the Fae.

She carefully wrote the name of the Fae
woman being charged, Camille Maryweather. She folded the warrant
and placed the Queen’s seal upon it, handing it to a servant to be
sent to Adrian the enforcer. Leona had known Camille when they were
children; she just didn’t seem like the type to sleep with anyone’s
husband. This whole situation just seemed strange to her.

Chapter 2

Gretchen dragged herself home after an
exhausting night. She didn't have a television yet, that would be
on her list of things she needed to get. She much preferred a good
romance book. She walked into her sparsely furnished bedroom and
fell onto the bed. Her cat Monroe snuggled up to her as she lay on
the bed; he had grey fur and blue eyes. Her mom hated that she had
a pet cat, said it was wrong to own another being. She told her mom
it was like adopting a brother, plus it was nice to have someone to
run with, out in the woods, from time to time. She picked up a
romance novel she had been reading. It was late but she needed some
down time before bed. She heard loud hissing and growling sounds
and looked out her window and saw what looked like the married
couple next door getting into it, the female yelling that he was
spotted at the strip club in town. Gretchen got the feeling this
was going to be an interesting neighborhood. She shut her window to
drown out some of the noise.

Gretchen walked back to her
bed and picked up her book, reading from where she left off. It
started getting steamy. The main male lead character in the book
took on the image of Adrian in her mind. She was suddenly very
turned on as they began getting hot and heavy in the book. She
pictured Adrian doing those things, and started moaning. Her hand
was suddenly exploring her pussy
, and
she
got very wet; she probed herself with
her fingers spreading her wetness around her clit. It felt so warm
and moist, she moaned as she continued rubbing herself. She took
two fingers and entered her slick pussy, it felt so good she
imagined it was Adrian and his cock was entering her, she moaned as
her orgasm exploded, she continued rubbing herself riding out every
bit of pleasure.
I really need to do that
more often.
She thought to herself.
Gretchen smiled; she never dared to do things like this at home;
there was never any privacy. It was getting late and she decided to
go to sleep. She turned off her lamp and sleep quickly claimed
her.

****

Adrian arrived home after feeding from the
two females, he didn't take much pleasure in it and wasn't sure
why, he had always been more than ready to service the female
population. He entered the small apartment he rented from an
elderly lady in the garden district. Going into his living room, he
saw his package waiting on the floor. The Other Realm was able to
communicate through a special piece of glass he had hanging from
his wall. He had it tinted and framed to look like a wall
decoration.

He already knew it was a warrant. He opened
the envelope and saw it was from the Seelie. The name on the
warrant was Camille Maryweather. He had never met her. The charge
was sex with King Kieran. Adrian looked at the photos of the
escaped Fae. She had pale skin and fire-red hair with pale blue
eyes. She was delicate and innocent looking. She didn't look like
someone who would do something like this. However, that wasn't for
him to decide, his job was to capture and send her back, end of
story.

*****

Unseelie Court: Other Realm

Queen Maryebella of the
Unseelie Court sat in her sitting room looking out her window. She
could sense
a shift;
something big was coming. She had always been able to sense
things, but not enough to be considered an Oracle.

In her gown of pink fairy silk, with her
long black hair in an upsweep with loose tendrils framing her face,
her appearance never revealed her true nature. She was sexually
sadistic and loved to manipulate the men of her court for her
pleasure.

There was a knock at the door.

“
Come.”

“
My Queen, forgive the
intrusion, I have news.”

“
Well spit it out, or do
you prefer standing and staring at my beauty?”

“
My apologies my Queen, We
have news from the Seelie court. Slowly he approached the Queen and
handed her an envelope, bowing his head as he waited for her to
take it. She snatched the envelope, opening it quickly.

“
Interesting! Seems that
King Kieran has been a busy boy, and to get caught—tisk,
tisk.”

“
Set up a meeting with the
enforcer for tomorrow night.”

“
Yes, my Queen.” As the
servant began to leave the queen spoke.

“
Stop! Before you leave I
have a very important task for you.” She lifted the skirt of her
dress. He saw she had no panties on and quickly shielded his
eyes.

“
What is your name?” the
Queen asked.

“
M-my name is Rudan,” he
replied still shielding his eyes.

“
Take your hands down and
look upon my beauty.” Queen Maryebella demanded. She smiled,
knowing the distress she was causing Rudan. The fact that he was
matched made no difference to her. She would do whatever pleased
her at the moment with no consideration of the
consequence.

“
I cannot, I am matched,
please allow me to leave.” Queen Maryebella put the skirt of her
dress down.

“
You are my subject and
will do everything I ask, are we clear?”

“
Yes, your
majesty.”

Queen Maryebella once again lifted up her
skirt. She ran her fingers along her pussy, and then put them in
her mouth.

“
Needs something. Perhaps
your tongue? We are going to have a lot of fun Rudan. Get on your
knees! Today is your lucky day, you get to please me, your Queen”
She looked at Rudan; her pleasure increased as she saw the how much
anguish this was causing him. Rudan got on his knees as the Queen
commanded. “Now use that lovely tongue of yours and lick my pussy
until I come.” The queen moaned as Rudan used his tongue on her.
She felt his head shake nervously; she gripped his lovely blue
hair, just in case he changed his mind and tried to resist. Rudan
looked up at her with such sadness that it made it all the better
for the queen. “That's right, good job, your match is a lucky Fae
to have such an expert tongue. Now, Rudan, suck my clit.” He used
his tongue to do as she asked, sucking her clit until she moaned as
she reached her climax. “That was nice Rudan, I will call on you
again. Now get out!” Rudan scampered out, looking deflated. The
Queen was satisfied. She went over to her bed, lying among the
pillows. She rang a bell beside her bed.

“
You called, my Queen?” A
small pixie answered flying in. She was completely orange, from her
skin to her eyes, hair, and wings.

“
Yes, I need one of the
mancubines. I'm in the mood for some more fun.”

“
Of course, do you have a
preference?”

“
See if Azule is
available?”

“
Right away.” The Pixie
flew out the special door within a door.

The Queen had a harem of mancubines, men who
only had one purpose: to service the Queen's sexual needs and
hopefully produce offspring. If she had a husband she wouldn't have
such a luxury, which is why the Queen never wanted to marry. Why
have one man when she could have any one she wished for?

*****

Gretchen was just waking up even though it
was 1:00 p.m. The club stayed open almost till dawn so it was
always a late night. She didn't mind; Werecats preferred the
darkness of night.

It was a lovely April day
in New Orleans; the weather was perfect for doing some shopping.
She dressed in capris and a sexy t-shirt; you just never know whom
you'll run into. Laya was supposed to meet her at her favorite
antique shop in thirty minutes. She rushed and put her hair in a
ponytail and grabbed a bagel to eat on the way.
A girl's gotta eat
.

Gretchen arrived at the antique shop and
spotted Laya right away. She was busy looking at a crystal
chandelier. The shop had all sorts of furniture and knick-knacks,
Gretchen hardly knew where to look first.

“
Laya, there you are,
Crystal chandelier, huh? Cool.”

“
It's beautiful but way
beyond my price range. A girl can dream, though.”

“
Let's go look around at
some things we can actually afford.”

Gretchen walked off with Laya as she spotted
a big sign that said Clearance. “Look Gretchen, a pink kitchen
table set circa 1950. I love it! It's only a hundred dollars.”

“
It's very you, Laya.”
Gretchen walked off as Laya was pestering the sales clerk about
delivery charges. She started browsing some more and saw a
beautiful wooden desk that depicted an outdoor scene with fairies.
Gretchen ran her fingers along the carvings and loved it
immediately. A woman with red hair and blue eyes started putting
other items with similar carvings on the shelf.

“
I love these. They’re so
beautiful, don't you think?” She said to the red head.

“
I made them. I'm just
dropping them off.”

“
You’re very talented. I'm
Gretchen by the way.”

“
You may call me Cam.” Cam
seemed very uneasy and was looking around nervously.

“
I love your red hair, it's
so unique. I have never seen that shade before.”

“
You can see my red hair?”
Cam asked in a scared tone.

“
Well yeah, can't
everyone?” Cam grabbed Gretchen and hid around a corner.

“
No, they can't. I’m Fae
and they all think I have brown hair and hazel eyes, they see what
I want them to see. Are you Fae?” She asked.

“
No, I'm a Werecat.”
Gretchen looked at Cam. She could see the fear in her eyes. She
felt something—a familiarity, like she had met her before but she
knew they had never met.

“
You shouldn't be able to
see through the mist I have in place.”

“
What are you hiding from?”
Gretchen asked staring into Cam’s blue eyes.

Cam began sobbing uncontrollably, throwing
herself at Gretchen, who took her into her arms. She hugged her
stroking her beautiful hair to calm her. Gretchen hated to see
people in pain. She was always the first one to comfort anyone who
she saw was upset.

“
I escaped prison from the
Other Realm, it's a long story. I don't like to be seen in public,
I need to go.”

“
Wait, can we meet
somewhere where you won't be recognized? I want to
help.”

“
Here is an address. I will
meet you there tomorrow night at 7:00 p.m., don't be late.” She
handed her the address on a slip of paper and ran out the
door.