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Now, without further ado, here is Anna...
"Come away oh human child, to the waters and the wild with a faerie hand in hand…"
William Butler Yates wrote possibly the most recognizable piece about the Fae tempting children away in his poem Stolen Child.
The poem does not, however, touch on the other instances where a child may be taken by the Fae. Instances when the child has no say, and the Fae leave something of their own in its place.
When I was told Resplendence Publishing was looking for a horror based romance story, my first thought was, "what is terrifying, sexy, and possibly redeemable?" The answer came quickly.
Tinker Bell, the Fairy Godmothers, Fae have been given a good name in popular cartoons, but the real legends, the folklore I grew up on…those were much different stories. "We don’t call them the Fair folk because we’re fond of them. We call them so kindly because they scare us," I can’t remember who told me that, but it is very true. Stories of people put to sleep for a hundred years, drunk and lost to time, stolen away, and those are the Fae being friendly. Imagine what they might do if they were angry with you. The reason the Fae are so frightening is because they are not human, not at all. There is no way for us to measure the way they think or how they may react in one situation or another. They are beings wholly alien to us unless they choose not to be.
Because of their fluid and changing nature, it was very fun to write the Stolen Child books.
Bedtime Stories for a Stolen Child
Nearly a year since the nightmare at the cabin. Life for Daniel and Leinad hasn't gotten easier, but at least there is something to say for familiarity. They fight, they threaten, but they love each other and in the end, that should be enough.
"Daniel." The soft, trilling voice sent shocks of agony straight to his temples.
A thick band of tension tightened around his head. He closed his strange new eyes and begged silently for it to stop.
"Daniel," Leinad whispered again. The words were barely there, breathy. The soft, downy inside of his lover’s wings folded around him from behind, and he sighed as Leinad lowered both of them carefully to the bed. "Do not fight it. Don’t try to understand it. Whatever it is you see, it is not something humans are meant to process. You do not think like a Fae. Trying to grasp their worlds and ways will hurt you."
"My head is killing me," Daniel mumbled.
Leinad nodded against his shoulder and rested his face in the curve of Daniel’s neck. "I know."
"Reading my mind now?"
Leinad chuckled. "You squint when you get headaches."
Daniel tried to smile, but it felt brittle and impossible upon his lips. "I can’t… I’m terrified, Leinad."
A soft mouth moved against Daniel’s neck, softer feathers caressed his chest, belly, thighs. "I am here."
Long, tapered fingers slid slowly around his sides, teased their way to brush over Daniel’s chest and pulled him back harder against his partner. Daniel could feel Leinad’s interest pressed insistently against his tailbone. One talon tipped finger flicked the delicate nub of a nipple. Daniel gasped, Leinad moaned and nipped at the tender skin of Daniel’s neck.
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked stupidly. When did my mind and mouth lose their connection?
"I’m making you forget," Leinad said calmly, and rolled his hips into Daniel’s ass. "I’ll make you forget your own name."
"I already have." Daniel choked.
Leinad’s motions stilled. "Damn you Daniel. The other Fae weren’t nearly as difficult to interest."
"I don’t remember being Fae."
The wings opened and Daniel yelped in surprise. Leinad grabbed, twisted, and straddled him all in quick succession until Daniel stared up at Leinad from his back. The cruel curve of his beak, wide golden eyes, round and knowing in a pale white face, filled his vision. Feathers flowed over his head and shoulders like hair. The hands holding him down were talon tipped and deadly.
Daniel’s cock danced at the proximity of the dangerous creature. It thickened, lengthened, the blood rushed into it in an attempt to make it hard enough to tear through the linen slacks the creature wore. Again, one taloned hand flexed, a deadly claw teased his nipple. Daniel squirmed and moaned. He needed pressure, friction, flesh. He needed Leinad, in all his terrifying glory.
"You feel it too, don’t you." It was a statement, not a question. "The consuming pull, the want, your body craves mine as if you were made for me, of me. No matter what happens, you belong to me, my creature. So lie back and give yourself up to me. Fear me, need me, only focus upon me." Leinad punctuated his command by rolling his hips and opening his fly to free his rapidly hardening need from the confinement of his pants.
Daniel trembled, a familiar yet strange moistness seeped from his puckered entrance as his body prepared itself. His anus opened and closed again and again, begged to be filled, to be brutalized, to be taken, owned, claimed. It knew its master just as his dancing cock did, just as Daniel himself did. Leinad glowed gloriously and Daniel wanted nothing more than to be the vessel to his need. He arched his hips up, and closed his eyes at even the slight friction that earned him. Without the strange visual world to distract him, the sensations were doubled and then some, and he keened at their strength.
"There, now you are ready for me, aren’t you."
"Yes," he whimpered. "Oh yes, please."
"Please?" Leinad cooed. "You want me to please you, do you not?" He took Daniel’s hand and brought it to his huge, thick cock. The veins stood in stark relief against the magnificent shaft and the mushroom head leaked a thick, clear liquid that coated its length and pooled between them, made them slide smoothly against one another. "You want me to tear you open and live inside you, move in and out until you aren’t sure which you want more, the pleasure or the pain."
"Yes!" Daniel begged and writhed for more, for the action those words promised. "Please fuck me."
"I’ll fuck you into forgetting. Then I’ll go deeper. I’ll penetrate straight to your soul and saturate it with my seed. Body. Mind. Soul, all mine. You hear me? You’re mine!"
"Yes, sir." Daniel trembled. Leinad stood and stripped quickly. Daniel didn’t even have time to feel guilt over the multitude of bandages revealed before Leinad was back. He tore Daniel’s pants from his body, scooped Daniel’s legs up to rest on his shoulders and surged forward until Daniel was bent nearly in half, begging in shallow, panting breaths, his opening wide and wanting. "Please Leinad. Please don’t be cruel to me, not now."
"Never," the creature promised and thrust with one hard jab, burying himself deeply into Daniel’s core.
Daniel cried out in perfect, blissful agony. "More!"
Leinad thrust again, and lights danced in the blackness behind Daniel’s eyelids.
"Mine. Say it," Leinad ordered.
"Yours, I am yours. I am yours!" he sang brokenly while Leinad plowed into him again and again. Daniel might as well have been praying, for the worship he could hear in his own voice. The thickness inside of him was unrelenting, claiming, unyielding. He had no time to relax, to calm or think, barely time to breathe.
The speed behind those deep thrusts increased, and he was bent so far that his knees met his ears while Leinad blanketed him with his weight and rode him hard, wet and wonderful. A scream built inside of him, but he had no breath to give voice to it. Leinad pounded into him so hard that he slammed into the bed. It still wasn’t enough. Daniel reached down to grasp his own cock, but the force inside of him shook. Leinad’s cock rattled like a snake against his prostate and before his fingers even closed around himself he was coming, twisted and covered and owned. It wasn’t romantic, but it was love, thick and hot inside of him. It bent him, twisted his soul to its bidding. "I love you," he breathed.
Leinad came and pulled out at the same time. His semen coated Daniel’s legs and crotch as he retreated to the far side of the room and stared at him with those wide, inhuman eyes.
"Damn you, Daniel." He choked. "You weren’t supposed to say it."
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