The Redcap that had previously been about four and a half feet tall, shark toothed, pointy eared dark, skinned Santa elf turned into a beautiful Tolkien style elf that shares quite a bit in common with Phoebe Tonkin, that you might even call her a look alike if it wasn't for the.
Long lustrous white hair that sparkles like polished silver, light colored skin that almost has a blue tint to it, while her lips turned a pearlescent icy-blue like she was permanently wearing lipstick…and dark blue eyes.
She tries accentuating her curves…most likely trying to seduce me so that I would be an easier meal, and merely got a raised eyebrow in return.
A loud huff leaves the Redcap and she crosses her arms underneath her small tits.
"Sorry love, my grandmother filled my head with far far too many stories of the fae for me to ever get taken in that easily." A slight smirk appears on the fae's lips.
"My charms do have an affect on you, though I can see that your heart belongs to others and that you are here seeking the woman that you love most…she's that part fae, the one from the mortal realm that had summer court and the Queen bitch of summer court all in a tizzy around 100 years ago by your perception of time here in the fay realm. You better hurry from what I hear after she escaped queen bitch of the summer court she became prey to Leannān Sidhe in the realm of eternal autumn." My heart aches at hearing how long it's been in years and knowing that Fae perception of time is quite different to the point that 100 years earth time is probably a low estimate on how long Erica has been here…there's a chance that she isn't even alive anymore due to age…or I don't allow myself to think further in the fact that my Erica might be dead even if her body still exists here.
"Thank you for…"
"This information is not free, you must pay my named price before you leave." I suppress a mix of groaning growl, and remind myself I am dealing with a fae…most likely a higher echelon one from the court of winter given her coloring.
"And what exactly is your price?" Keeping my voice even, even as my claws return to their elongated position and my muscles tense in preparation of a fight.
"A kiss…I wish for you to kiss me as though I were your precious lover. That is my price. If I find it pleasant enough I may even grant you my blessing so that you may safely pass through the lands of the winter court." Her named price really throws me for a loop, and I start to get the impression that this fae woman who posed as a male Redcap is quite influential…and it goes without mentioning powerful.
'But just who is she to offer safe passage?'
"If your lover is still alive I doubt she has much longer for you to dither on in your head with pointless questions." I can't stop myself from glaring or being turned on by the sassy smirk on this very…modern speaking Fae.
"Fine…I'll pay your price, if you screw me there will be nowhere you can hide that I can't or won't find you and make you suffer a thousand times what you inflicted on me." My threat is real and I know from my grandmother's stories that if you don't threaten reprisals against fae they will fuck you over a thousand and one different ways.
My threat though only serves to make this woman's sassy smirk grow, instead of pushing away my rising annoyance, anger and arousal towards this woman I use it.
Stepping forward I rest my right hand in her hip and push her back up against the trunk of a large but dead tree, pressing my body fully against hers. Sliding my right knee between her thighs, which presses the thin sheer white dress she is wearing against her body.
I can feel dampness soaking through my jeans at the point of contact with her mound. My left hand comes up and sinks into soft silky silvery hair,while I smash my lips against her icy blue lips.
It feels like I'm pressing my lips against a soft pliant icecube, while I push it further and push my tongue into her mouth, her saliva tastes like mint ice cream…her tongue much like her lips feels like an icecube is batting around in my mouth.
Her inexperience with kissing is glaringly obvious but so is her ridiculous level of eagerness and she's a quick study. I could do without her grinding herself against my knee or the way her chilly hands rove the back of my neck and shoulders.
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Elsa knew that her mother the Queen of winter would not be pleased when she found out that her precious daughter had snuck out of the castle and disguised herself as a disgusting little creature so that she could sneak to earth and immerse herself in mortal American culture.
But tonight something strange happened. A mortal man with great power in his blood and a very very distant blood connection to her prayed using a blood sacrifice to open a portal to the realms so that he may pass into them.
Meeting the man in the mortal realm, feeling his power…having his powerful hand against her throat…feeling his sharp claws nearly breaking her skin had as the humans would say got her motor revving.
Not only is he extremely handsome even if he doesn't always have those beautiful ruby red glowing eyes…his scent is intoxicating, his mind open to her in ways no one else's ever has been she could see them…all his conquests beautiful women completely enslaved to his manhood and magic.
She had not only found herself something interesting to distract her from her endless boredom…but also a potential mate and husband to rule the realms of the winter court when her mother finally relinquished the throne to her or she deposes her mother through force and violence.
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Melisandra's attention was pulled to the far north when feeling the wave of power granted to her by a blood sacrifice to the fae Lord's from an extremely distant member of her bloodline.
Waving her hand and casting a spell on a mirrored finish sheet of ice, Melisandra was blessed with the sight of her daughter wearing the flesh disguise of a lesser servant.
'Such a distasteful hobby…such steps to sneak off and go mortal watching.' Melisandra was suddenly ready to raise her armies and raze the mortal realm into an endless winter.
When the young mortal man…who is admitted rather handsome with his large fangs, sharp claws and glowing ruby red eyes, encloses his clawed hand around her disgusted daughter's throat.
His words of having a score to settle with the winter court and the threat of taking her daughter's life made a strange union of lust and rage blossom in her core.
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A small laugh leaves Melisandra at her at her daughter's extortion for something she rightly couldn't grant to the young man.
"My queen, do you desire me to send assassins after the abomination once he leaves the princesses' presence?" One of her sniveling lesser servants begged from beneath her throne.
"Nay…I will honor my heir's promise to this young man…an enemy of the Summer Court of his power could be a useful ally."
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When I start to pull away from the kiss she tries to hungrily follow my lips while a needy whimper slips out of her.
"I have paid you price…give me your promised blessing." My voice is little more than a rumbling growl…I am very much resisting my instincts not to claim this fae woman, like the needy little bitch in heat that she is very much channeling at this very moment.