Between Fae and Foe Ch. 03

Sarah came to herself still feeling her body tremble with the aftershocks, feeling the warmth of his hand still cupping her, the fingers of the other just gently caressing the nape of her neck. Somewhere between the time where the world stopped spinning and started again, her legs had been lowered to the floor and she could sense his hardness against her and feel the scent and warmth of him clouding her shaken senses.

"Sarah...."

The low whisper had her tremble just a little as she unclenched her hands from his hair, as she tried to ease away from him without opening her eyes.

"Let me go, please..."

Ada'an frowned as he looked at her. Her hands had eased away from his shoulders, her head down and her voice pitched low. Somehow, she had managed to distance herself from him despite the fact that his hand was could still feel the slight spasms pulsing through her core. And he did not like that. Especially when he could still smell her, and his body was still hard with wanting to plunge into her, to thrust his tongue into her even as he possessed her totally.

"... Please! I'll listen to you, but just let me move away a little..."

Sarah sighed as she felt Ada'an's hand move away from her, felt the distance as he stepped away just enough so she could button up her jeans before she ran a shaking hand through her hair, shaking the remaining strands loose as she leaned back against the door. She could feel his gaze on her but shame, a vague sense of disbelief and guilt mingling with the resonance of very powerful lust made her reluctant to look at him just yet. And jerked as she found her chin held by strong fingers and turned towards a countenance now grim, the molten eyes somber, that sensual mouth firmed, looking every inch the otherworldly prince.

"I don't take kindly to being ignored Mistress, especially by a woman who I felt shake in my arms!"

"I don't take kindly to being followed all over the city, regardless of how much a man, or whatever makes the earth shake for me."

Sarah's voice was sharp as she jerked he head away from his fingers to walk past him to try and put some distance between them. She pushed the heavy mass of hair falling down her back coiling it at her nape, before collapsing onto the settee in the living room, looking up at him, back in control of whatever emotions were seething through her.

"... But you were saying?"

So this is how it would come to be. Ada'an felt a reluctant admiration for the woman's will but forced his expression into one of sober arrogance, settling on a seat opposite her to present his case.

"You knew who I was. Am I to assume you know why I am here as well?"

"You'd assume incorrectly. But I'd guess that it has something to do with your world."

The derisory accent of her voice had Ada'an bristling and his response was brisk.

"That world is a part of you as well!"

"I am mortal and having nothing of that world in me!" Sarah's voice was cold, her eyes hard as flint as she made her statement.

"You cannot deny that your parent was of the fae."

"Oh, can't I? I knew nothing of him and have nothing of him in me. My entire life has been my mother who spent her life and her death protecting me from the likes of him. All I know of the fae is their undependability, their cruelty and their fickle nature and I disown all this if it means I have to accept him."

Ada'an leapt to his feet, temper roiling through him as he heard this ordinary woman dismiss all that he was in one statement. It was that temper that had his fingers curling over her shoulders to pull her up from her seat and have her face him.

"Tell me then mortal, what is the color of my eyes? Tell me!"

Sarah felt her teeth rattle as he shook her, those clear, iridescent eyes gleaming in all their unworldly shine as they looked at her.

"S-s-silver... Grey... I don't know... They are bright, molten; almost colorless!"

She watched Ada'an's mouth twist in mockery, hearing it sharp and cold in his voice as he let go of her shoulders, holding her in place by the power of that gaze alone.

"You are as much a fae as you are mortal, my proud Mistress. Had you been as mortal as you claim, you would have seen me through the veil of the worlds that would have given me ordinary blue eyes to match my glamour. Only the fae or beings that possess fae-like powers can see the actual eyes of another fae. It is what helps them to identify each other in other worlds."

"... But...."

He held up one large hand, silencing whatever she was about to say, now every bit the emissary from another world on a task that must be completed. "Nonetheless, my purpose is not to discuss your mortal or fae existence. I have been obligated by the Council of Elders to bring you to them so your future can be determined."

Sarah felt her temper snap to meet his and her response was as imperious, as measured as his.

"Your obligations mean squat, Prince of the fae. My future will be determined by my own destiny, my own decisions and not the judgment of the very council that condemned my mother."

And found her wrist snared by a fine thread, shimmering against her skin, linked to the hand that Ada'an held out towards her.

"I have just enough capability to bind you to ensure that my obligation is met. With this magic, you and I shall both be present at the Council when the summons is sent. And in that world, Sarah, it will serve you well to remember that Prince Ada'an is more powerful than his glamour of an ordinary man projects."

And he disappeared.

--ooooooooo—

It had been hours since all this happened. Sarah stood under the shower, feeling the hot water beat down on her, as she tried to rub away the glowing thread-like mark from her wrist, giving up on a breath as she only succeeded in rubbing her skin raw. She had spent the day since Ada'an had shimmered out of her apartment in a daze, following her normal routine, doing the vacuuming, and dealing with the wash, as well as handling some office tasks and importantly, throwing away the clothes she had been wearing when she had let Ada'an...

"Stop Sarah! Don't even go there."

She groaned out loud as her body reacted to the remembered feel of his fingers rubbing her, touching her to completion. The scent and taste of him on her mouth, and she could still feel the mark of his fingers on her skin. She turned the shower off, slipping on a toweling robe and belting it around her waist, wrapping her hair up as well as she stepped into her bedroom. She had just left the lamps on, which meant her room was bathed in a warm hue, and let off an aura of comfort that Sarah was not really feeling as she crossed the room to sit in front of the dressing table. She glanced unseeingly in the mirror as she undid her turban style towel to finger comb her hair, till it lay in a soft, damp untangled fall to below her waist. She reached for a bottle of lotion, pouring out a little to massage into her face and over her throat. Her skin warmed, releasing the scent of the lotion as she worked it lower, loosening her robe as she worked in small circles. She kept her eyes open as she continued to work over her breasts, rubbing them, working her way to her nipples that were already hard, her breath hissing out of her as her fingers brushed the aroused tips. Her breathing grew shallow, and faster as her mind went to the way Ada'an's hands had felt against her skin, to the hot, sharp arousal followed by a swift rush, lending color to her cheeks that swept over her throat and giving her body a warm tinge.

As arousal brightened her eyes, her hands moved over her legs, massaging her calves and up over her thighs, her robe now lying open over her shoulders, her body gleaming in the soft lights of the lamps, the air growing heady with the perfume of her arousal and the lotion calling to the figure who had materialized by the bed watching Sarah's reflection.

The last thing Ada'an had expected to see was Sarah in this state when he shimmered into her room. He just wanted to talk to her again. His desire for her was still sharp, still edged and he guessed he could try and get things to a better keel before this relationship went further but seeing Sarah touching herself like so threw all his thoughts out of the window and focused his entire attention on the throbbing hardness of his loins. His gaze washed over the length of her, taking in the alabaster smoothness of her skin, watching with baited breath as Sarah's fingers moved over her thighs to brush just lightly over her mons eliciting a deep growl from him.

Sarah gasped at the sound but found her hand gripped over the warm place between her thighs by a prince who stood behind her now in an instant, watching her reflection.

"Touch yourself, Sarah... Let me see you touch yourself as you were before..."

Sarah swallowed but found her gaze captured by an obsidian silver one even as his hand guided her fingers to that part of her that was already wet and throbbing slightly. She whimpered as her fingertips went past the outer folds to flesh, warm and soft, plush against her touch, her eyes refocusing on the mirror as Ada'an, wrenched off his own shirt, then moved the robe from her shoulders, and his hands slid around her to cup and knead her breasts.

"That's it! Put your finger inside you Sarah. Watch me touch you and let me watch you bring yourself to the point where you hunger for me as I am hungering for you."

Sarah could still hear a part of her brain trying to warn her of what she was doing, but her body was feeling too feverish to allow her to be rational. She brushed the indented tip of her clip with her knuckles, and pressed her finger deeper, her moans getting longer and louder as she felt herself start the climb. The sight of Ada'an settling behind her, gathering and brushing the length of her hair over his own shoulder so that she saw his fair head bend over her shoulder an instant before she felt the warmth of his mouth and tongue taste her was highly erotic. Her body jerked as she felt his hands pinch her nipples, and caressing her breasts even as his mouth alternately sucked and bit on the vulnerable joint of her neck and shoulder, her left hand rubbing her little bud faster, even as her right reached up into his hair, the gleam of the bond on her wrist making her freeze against Ada'an in sudden rejection.

"No! I won't do this! I won't let you do this."

Sarah's voice trembled with equal measures temper and fear as she tried to push away, finding herself suddenly lifted up into his arms, as Ada'an's mouth settled into a grim line, temper hardening his body as he carried her over to the bed, dropping her onto it before following her down, trapping her beneath his heavier weight.

"You little cock tease! Do you think to play with me? Arousing the lust of a fae is not a sport!!"

Temper made his voice harsh, and his kiss brutal as one hand manacled her wrists over her head, the other holding her mouth immobile for his assault. Sarah twisted her body trying to buck him off, whimpering as she felt his teeth bite down into her lower lip hard, his thighs pushing apart her legs so that he lay between them,, hard and heavy against the core of her.

Ada'an lifted his head to look down at Sarah, noticing the flushed face and the swollen lips even as he noticed the feverish glint of arousal warring with pride in her eyes. He moved his hand to lift her knee against his hips even as he rocked against her and smiled as her body automatically arched against him.

Sarah was helpless to do anything but respond to his touch even as she watched a purely male smile curve the fae's mouth. She felt his hand come up and trace over her jaw, the curve of her mouth before pushing first one finger and then another in past the ridge of her teeth brushing against the roughness of her tongue.

"Suck my fingers, Sarah. Hard! That's it! Feel them push into you, as you want my cock to push into your pussy..."

Sarah groaned around her mouth, rocking against his cock, making him thrust his fingers harder into her mouth, even as he started to wrench his body free of his jeans without losing contact with hers.

It was his turn to groan as he felt the wet heat of her against his cock and just rubbed his hardness against her cup of her hips feeling her arch towards him, her breasts rubbing against his chest.

"Now, Sarah... Now!!"

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, gripping her lower lip gently to nip at with his mouth, before allowing his fingers to curve around her throat even he pressed her knees further back leaving her open and vulnerable to him.

Sarah felt him draw back and then felt his hardness nudging her, feeling her dampness ease his way into her, gasping as the head went through. And screamed as she felt the rest of his length plunge into her even as she arched pushing him into her tight depths to the hilt. She mewed as she felt his fingers pull her head back so he could look into her face, arching her back further to allow her to take more of him into her. And yet, even as her body protested at the force, a part of it exulted in the feeling of fullness that she was getting.

Ada'an groaned as he felt the most delicious friction against his cock. He could feel the heat of her squeezing him like a glove as he pulled out slowly, leaving just the head inside rearing back to look at her; her face flushed, her teeth biting into her lower lip, her fingers curved into his chest and her eyes closed. Closed? No! He wanted them open; clear; knowing who was taking her, who her body was screaming for?

"Look at me! Dammit, open your eyes Sarah and look at me!"

Sarah's eyes opened, wild with the fire within her; the depths of her eyes gleaming gold against her skin as she tossed her head back further to look at him.

:"That's it, watch me take you Sarah!"

He knew the triumph in his voice got through to her as her eyes flashed with warning and even as he tensed his body for the fight, he watched as her tempting, beautiful mouth curved. A smile, as female, as eternal as time, triumphant and mocking;

"Take me? But my dear Ada'an, it is my body that is taking you inside. It is I who take you!"

And arched, pushing her pelvis in and taking the length of him inside with a speed that had him gasping for control, shaken enough just hearing his name on her lips even as he felt her legs come up to warp around his waist. Ada'an was lost, looking into eyes as bright as his own, thrusting in and out of Sarah's hot body, feeling her grip him with each pass he made into her.

Sarah was as lost to reality as he was, her only anchor the gleaming gaze fixed on her. She could feel his body slap against hers, smell the fragrance that only their union could have released; a mix of sweat, passion and the unique perfume of their own bodies. She could feel him rub against her clit every time he thrust into her, bringing both of them closer to that pinnacle where they could just let go and when it came, she could feel him jerk against her and his cock pulse as she felt streams of warm come release into the heart of her.

"Mine, Prince of the Fae... You're mine!"

The whisper brushed his conscience and hers as Ada'an let his body rest against hers, his forehead touching her shoulder, almost in supplication, his hand loosening its grip on her hair allowing her to rest back against the sheets, now damp and smelling of their shared passion...