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Post by sleepyqueenie on Jun 4, 2011 19:26:46 GMT 9.5
Raelyn watched Merlin. He no longer was the small boy she had washed so many times in these waters. He had become a brave, handsome, talented young man. He was all Mab had wished for. Raelyn watched him smear the water drops that slid like small crystals from her mistress’ pale back.
Merlin could feel the tenseness slowly leave Mab’s body. His hands moved over her translucent skin. He heard nothing but the drip of water and Mab’s silent breathing. He no longer felt the urge to speak. He only longed to kiss all glitters from her skin. Mab turned now, letting her slender fingers rest on his upper arm. Her touch numbed his thoughts. “I am proud of you.” she softly hissed. The ghostly kiss she placed on his neck vibrated through his body as she pulled him closer to her.
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Post by Arwen17 on Jun 5, 2011 3:29:55 GMT 9.5
Raelyn could be drawn to passion, she was fae after all. Faeries were attracted to displays of lust like a moth to the flame. Feelings didn't matter, but raging desire could fill the emptiness inside. Mortals claimed they had no souls, this was at least partially true. It had been far too long since Raelyn had fed herself passion and being here in this land always brought out the strongest of aches. She could disapprove of, but not condemn, Merlin's uncontrollable desires. For he was half-fae, his hunger was the same any fae would feel. Raelyn understood. Mab understood.
That was why she was doing this, she told herself, as her mouth ghosted over Mab's backside and up to her neck. That was why she was willingly engaging in this debauchery with the two of them.
Merlin was surprised, but aroused, as he watched Mab turn and lock lips with Raelyn. This was a new side of her he had yet to see. As Raelyn kissed her neck, Mab purred into her ear words Merlin couldn't hear. "You shouldn't deny yourself for so long. There's no reason to suffer silently." Raelyn made an inarticulate noise in response, suddenly distracted by Merlin rejoining the revelry.
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Post by sleepyqueenie on Jun 5, 2011 20:10:39 GMT 9.5
Merlin caressed the woman who had raised him. He took firm hold of her, surprising even himself. His eagerness made Raelyn chuckle against Mab’s lips. Mab guided Merlin’s hand under the water towards her. It amused her that he had learned his lesson not to touch her unless she invited him to. While reaching out to him she did not break her kiss with Raelyn. Her movements showed such grace it bordered to nonchalance. Merlin grew drunk by faery passion as Raelyn and Mab fed on him. The glow of their bodies danced on the water.
“Her spell made a bond between you. You can feel it, I know you can. Concentrate.” “I do not want to. It hurts.” Her voice did not sound whinny. She was merely stating a fact. His daughter could still feel physical pain, though she was unable to feel sad about it. Her dolls and toys were cast into a corner of the room. She had lost all interest in them since Frik’s visit. Idath knew, hoped, that Rose herself could turn Mab’s power against her. He pondered on his confrontation with Mab which had only shown his own weakness. Mary’s eyes widened as she saw Idath sitting next to her daughter. He was teaching her magic. Hot anger hampered words from leaving her throat. “Idath! You.. our daughter will not… I told you…” Her face grew red. “Leave!” He rose in a courteous fashion. “I am leaving. I am taking Rose with me.” “You can’t!” “We have to get her out of here.“ The iron determination in his voice silenced her. “It is dangerous for Rose to stay. Mab will want to use her for her own devices. Believe me, our daughter will be a sacrifice for the Old Ways if Mab gets her hands on her. Do you want the old religion to re-emerge, Mary? The wars, the ruthless gods, the sacrifices they demand,” Her facial expression hardened. “Isn’t that what you want? You are part of that filthy pagan tradition.“
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Post by Arwen17 on Jun 6, 2011 5:41:00 GMT 9.5
Two beautiful faery women lay tangled together, their bodily motions still sure and unending. Their exhausted mortal lover lay nearby too tired to even watch. The emotions and passion the faeries had drained from Merlin still moved within them back and forth between their bodies. Raelyn's mistress was on top, showing no signs of slowing. Raelyn was hardly sated either. But in perfect moments such as these, interruptions always happen.
Mab felt a tug on the magical thread that connected her to Rose and then Rose's existence vanished from her sight. Raelyn gasped as Mab suddenly raked nails down her skin in frustration. "Idath has stolen her."
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Post by sleepyqueenie on Jun 6, 2011 6:17:31 GMT 9.5
It took all of Merlin’s strength to get himself to open his eyes. He lay resting on a cold rock. From where he had tried to take in all the marvel. Eventually he had given up. “What do we do now?” Mab reluctantly lifted her head to look at her son. Their quality time together had ended too soon.
“Frik!” The gnome stumbled in. For a moment he looked bewildered, taking in the scene before him if it were a battlefield. He felt the agitated look in Mab’s eyes burn through his bones. He swiftly regained his professional composure. “Is there anything you wish, ma’am?” “Our champion wizard will have a chance to prove his worth.”
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