Madelyn Ch. 04byFaireSansa©
To my readers: Thank you for bearing with me. The last months have been difficult and the months ahead look as though they will be just as difficult, if not more. I promise you, no matter how long it takes, this story will be completed. I just cannot promise a timeframe at this time. Thank you for continuing to read and post comments.
Conner approached his mate cautiously. Reaching out to her with his mind, he whispered calming things to her in her head through their mate connection. He spoke of his love for her; he reminded her she was safe; told her he was here and would protect her from whatever it was that threatened her. Gradually, she relaxed and allowed him on the bed with her.
"Shhh," he whispered as he moved his hand close. "It's alright, my love. I'm here, nothing will harm you. It's time to shift back and talk to me, Maddy. Reach deep, grab onto your human self, and change back, please." He talked her patiently back to her human form.
As her form returned to a human shape, Conner took Madelyn into his arms and held her close. Their lips touched in a soft kiss. He noticed tears on her cheeks and brushed them away with a gentle swipe of his hand. Madelyn didn't mention what made her panic earlier as they lay together.
After a few minutes, her tears ceased and her kisses turned from soft to needful, her breasts pressing against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. 'Make love to me, Conner,' she said in his head, her hands pulling at his clothing. 'Please, Conner, I need you in me. Make love to me, deep and hard and Now!'
He pulled his clothing from his tall frame, she watching him before moving into position on her knees, her ass raised high in the air as her head lowered to rest on her forearms. His fingers caressed her soft folds, a thumb moving to rub her clit gently. She gasped softly, hips tilting slightly as two fingers slid into her, seeking her g-spot. Finding it, he rubbed it and her clit in tandem, causing her to moan from the pleasure.
Conner's other hand reached to his hardening cock, stroking it firmly. His mate wiggled and writhed as he stimulated her. Her breath became slightly ragged as she moved toward orgasm. Smiling, he pulled his hand from her and placed it on her hip. Positioning the head of his cock at her entrance, he gripped her hips and thrust forward, filling her quickly. Madelyn cried out, her muscles rippling around his cock; she hovered on the edge of her pleasure as he thrust deep inside, the head of his cock hitting her cervix each time it moved into her.
He wasn't going to last very long, after their mating earlier, but she felt so good. Her tight walls clung to his cock; it felt as though she was milking him. Conner hovered almost at the point of no return for a few moments. Just as Madelyn began showing signs of tipping over the edge, he growled lustfully and thrust deeper into her, holding the head of his cock against her cervix as his orgasm overtook him. Thick streams of cum erupted from him, flooding her channel. She screamed and shook, bucking against him as her orgasm had her soaring in a sexual high that no artificial high could ever hope to match.
Panting, Conner maneuvered them so that they lay on their sides, he still buried in her as they came down. His right hand moved across her body, caressing her soft skin, massaging her breasts. She moaned softly, her hand moving to stop his and intertwine her fingers with his fingers. Conner held her tight in his arms till she fell asleep again. His cock slipped from her and he eased her head onto the pillow.
He sat beside her for a short while and watched her as she slept. Once, her face contorted slightly, as if she were in pain, but softened again when he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, whispering soft, comforting words to her.
Easing from the bed, he dressed quietly then padded silently across the room and returned downstairs, leaving the bedroom door open this time, certain they'd hear her if she stirred anytime soon. The two men awaiting him downstairs smiled knowingly to him, Ulric sniffing the air before shaking his head. The smell of fresh sex was all over Conner and he just shrugged slightly to the two men, not bothering to say anything about it. He knew they'd understand. Instead, he returned to the topic they were discussing earlier.
"Elder Brian," he began as he reached the living room, where Brian and Ulric were sitting and talking quietly, "What is going on? What is she?"
"I should have known this was coming," Brian sighed softly before continuing. "My Ralla once told me that we're not the only creatures in this world that aren't human, yet can look like we are," Brian shifted slightly in his seat as if uncomfortable with the tale. "She told me that there are several other species that live among humans, or live separate from them, taking great care to stay unknown to the human species. She left it at that for many years until just after you came to visit her with your parents as a child." He paused to take a sip of his coffee.
"We're not alone?" Ulric said thoughtfully.
"Oh, no, Ulric," Brian replied to the question that was more a statement than a query. "We're not alone. Yes, there are humans we share this world with. But, there are several other species that live here, too. There's the Mer-folk." He paused, smiling as the other men's mouths dropped open. "Yes, as in mermaids and mermen. They truly do exist, and there are several races of Mer-folk. There's the Equatorial Mer-folk, they live in the region of the Atlantic Ocean near the Equator. The South Pacific Mer-folk are not to be messed with, according to Ralla. My only experiences with any of them are with those of the Caribbean, and they're more peaceful than most other races of Mer-folk."
"So, mermaids aren't a story concocted up by sailors with active imaginations?" Conner asked.
"They certainly aren't," Brian replied. "The same goes for dwarves. They weren't concocted up by mountain men and miners with active imaginations. There are three races of dwarves that I'm aware of. Mountain dwarves are just plain mean. I had one run-in with them and from that moment, I resolved to avoid them at all costs. Valley dwarves are calm and peaceful, not at all like their cousins. Island dwarves..." he paused, thinking a moment. "Well, Island dwarves are a completely different subject."
He didn't say any more on the subject of dwarves. Conner resolved to speak with him more about the species later, as he was now certain he'd seen some Mountain dwarves nearby recently, but at the time he'd mistaken them for humans with bone growth disorders.
"Then we come to elves." He chuckled when Ulric and Conner looked at one another, disbelief etched across their faces. "You know, some have looked like that when told of us. Did you happen to notice the look on your mate's face when she first saw you talking in your wolf form, Conner?"
Conner looked at Brian, his mouth hanging open, eyes blinking. Brian smiled, nodding, and continued, "I didn't think so. I wasn't there when you first spoke, but by the time I arrived, she was nearly pinching herself to see if it was all real.
"Now, then...yes, elves are real. They are very real, and very powerful. Four races of elves exist, to my knowledge. One is the everyday elf, and no, I don't know the true name they call themselves. This race of elves is usually associated with leprechauns and Santa's elves. They're very short, about the same height as dwarves, yet usually fairly thin, and they prefer to be left alone. They generally dwell in very sparsely human-populated areas. And before you ask, no, they do not have pointed ears. That is a part of the human myth associated with them."
"But, what does all of this have to do with Madelyn?" Conner asked.
"Patience, my boy," Brian replied, smiling softly. Though he understood Conner's need to know more about this mysterious young woman he was now mated to, he was going to explain things as fully as possible before he gave them any more information about Madelyn herself. "You'll know all I know in a few minutes," he said as he rose and went to the kitchen to refill his mug.
"The second race of elves that I know of is the Darkling elves." He paused while returning to his seat and took a sip of the hot coffee. Putting his mug down on the side table, he continued, "Darkling elves are dangerous. They pursue the Dark Arts, using Dark magic proficiently, even their young use Dark magic instinctively well."
"Do 'everyday elves' use magic also?" Ulric asked his friend.
"Oh, yes, they most certainly do: an innocent, playful kind of magic," Brian replied. "Why do you think the legends about leprechauns and Santa's elves got the reputation they did? You see, that race of elves is fun-loving and while they prefer to keep to themselves, they love to play, and they adore human children: the innocence and merry nature of the human child appeals to them. The legend of Santa Claus is based on these little creatures.
"You see, they saw children suffering a few hundred years ago. The little ones had few things to occupy their time, other than chores. The elves in Holland were the first to fill the children's wooden shoes with goodies. They'd give them nuts and dried fruit, and little toys they'd make throughout the year. That is where the legend of Santa Claus came from. The elves exist, and they did make the toys, but the man at the center of the legend is pure legend, conjured up by adults who wanted to put all of this on a human man who would end up being the benefactor of all little children everywhere around the holidays."
The other two men shook their heads in wonder over this bit of information. It made sense that the humans would want it to be one of their own who got credit for the phenomenon, but it saddened them to think another creature was relegated to such a less important role than it truly played in the phenomenon.
"And the third race of elves?" Ulric asked.
"The third race is one of light," Brian replied. "They are the keepers of grey magic. The Grauguri, as they prefer to be called, neither work for good, nor for anything else. They keep to themselves, mostly, and only interest themselves with happenings among the other species when absolutely necessary." He paused and glanced toward the stairs. Sighing, he looked at Conner. "I believe that may be the situation in Madelyn's case," he paused, glancing toward the floor before continuing. "But we will discuss that more soon enough."
At that moment, they all heard a sound and turned to find Madelyn standing at the bottom of the stairs. Shocked that they hadn't heard her come down the stairs, Conner rose and went to her, hugging and kissing her tenderly before bringing her to sit with them.
She looked uncertain and confused as she cuddled tight to Conner's side.
"Brian, what do you mean when you say in my case?" Madelyn asked in a soft voice as Conner pulled a blanket onto her lap before wrapping his arm round her shoulders.
"Maddy," Brian began, "you are a very special being. You are a combination of species that nobody would have thought might occur, mainly because we all stay to ourselves for the most part." He smiled gently at her when her brow furrowed, clearly disbelieving what she'd just heard. "I was nearly finished with some explanations. How much did you hear as you were standing there?"
"You were speaking of the legend of Santa Claus and how it's the elves that are truly to thank for the custom, not the human," she replied. "I heard everything about that, and the Grauguri elves."
Nodding, he quickly explained how humans and Garou weren't the only sentient species on Earth. She sat listening, stunned by this new information.
"This brings us to the fourth race of elves," Brian said, looking at Madelyn as he continued. "They are the White Elves: your grandfather's people."
"My grandfather's people?" she paused a moment. "Elves?" she looked at Brian incredulously. "How can that be? I...my parents..." she stopped, tears coming to her eyes as she realized her whole life had been a lie, either told to her by her parents, or by others who came before her parents.
Brian smiled gently in understanding. She hadn't been present when he'd informed the rest of her father's ancestry. Calmly, he related the information of her paternal ancestors. She stared at him, not knowing what to make of this, even though it did make sense in a way. Her father had gone through his life feeling like something was missing. That is what led him to become an adventurer after he left the service.
"But," she said after thinking a moment, "if my father's heritage comes from the Garou, does that mean that my mother, Marie, was White Elf?"
"No, she wasn't," Brian replied, Madelyn looking at him confused. "Marie was not your mother. She adopted you when you were barely a week old."
"What?!?" Madelyn shook her head. "No..." Tears began running down her cheeks. "No! It can't be! She was my mother!"
Brian rose and went to fetch some documents from his briefcase. Handing her two of them, he returned to his seat and let her look them over. She sat there, staring at the two, her face wet with tears. Shaking, she handed the documents back to Brian before cuddling into Conner, who held her tight, stroking her golden curls gently.
"Why did they lie to me?" Madelyn finally asked Brian.
"I don't think they meant to lie to you, Maddy," Brian said soothingly. "All of the information I can see indicates your mother died when you were born. She was in labor. You were born healthy and safe but she ran into complications with your twin brother."
"A brother? I would have had a brother?" Madelyn shook her head. This was very overwhelming. The suggestion of her being a twin almost made sense, though; she'd always felt like part of her was missing. Maddy took a deep breath, looked at Brian, at Conner, and then rose from the couch, leaving the room with tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
She slipped outside, stripped, and shifted into her wolf form before taking off at a full run into the woods. After a moment, she howled; the sound was mournful as she loped through the woods. It was all too much for her to take and she needed a bit of time alone.
Meanwhile, Conner watched her through the window as she disappeared into the trees. His heart was heavy for her, but he knew the run alone would do her good. Returning to the couch, he resolved to go searching for her if she hadn't returned after a while.
"Brian," Ulric began. "If you knew this all along, why didn't you tell her? At least you could have told her about her biological mother and her brother; especially after her father and adopted mother died."
Brian sat silently, clearly thinking carefully over what he was going to say in response to Ulric's query. The mournful howls in the distance resonated in his head. He might not have been the reason for her pain, but ultimately, he knew he had not helped her much at all by delaying telling her for so long. That they'd never told her hurt her deeply, he knew. That he could continue on, keeping her in the dark as to who and what she was, he was certain she'd feel very betrayed and untrusting for a while.
"I was clearly wrong not to tell her," Brian finally said. "In my defense, though, I was trying to learn more about the whole situation."
"What more did you learn?" Conner asked.
As Brian related the additional information he'd learned, the other two men sat in wonder, not sure whether they believed it all.
Madelyn ran. She ran from them. She ran from the knowledge her parents had lied to her all her life, never telling her that her mother wasn't her mother.
When she got near the edge of her property, she slowed. The river was just up ahead.
Her parents had owned this property before they died. Brian found it for them. Or, perhaps it was more like he provided it to them. She'd never asked about the previous owners of the property. After all, she was very young when they moved here. It hadn't been high on her list of priorities over the years as she grew up. Perhaps she should find out about them.
She stopped at the riverbank. Crouching down, she dipped her head low and took a drink. The cool water was refreshing after the hard run she'd just taken. When she'd had her fill, she moved a few feet away from the water's edge and settled herself under a tree, laying her head down on her crossed forepaws.
Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of nature. Birds sang and flitted from branch to branch, no doubt eyeing both the ground and the wolf that rested not far from some choice-looking bugs. Squirrels ran and chattered angrily at her on the far bank.
As she rested, she thought back to before her parents died. Or, to when her father and her stepmother died. Sighing heavily, she pushed those memories aside and slipped into a light sleep.
"Yes, Mother?" Madelyn called back to her mother as she was playing with her toys in the sandbox.
"It looks like it's going to rain, please come inside!"
"It's still warm out here, Mother," she said.
"Please let me stay outside. If it starts to rain, I promise I'll move to the porch to play."
She watched as her mother slowly smiled and knew she'd won.
"Alright, but only for a little while," mother responded before turning to go back into the house.
The 7 year old girl was nearly finished with her sandcastle when she felt the first few drops hit her head and hands. She tilted her face to the sky and felt another one, two three drops hit her forehead and cheeks. Giggling, she stood up and ran for the covered porch and sat down in her chair by the window to her parents' study to watch the rain fall.
She'd been watching the rain for about 10 minutes when she heard voices in the study. Slipping out of her chair, she knelt below the window and stretched to look inside. Mother and Daddy were there, as was Uncle Brian. They were arguing about something. A sound behind her made her turn, causing her to come face to face with the big wolf that was always following her around the woods.
Gasping, she backed up against the wall as the wolf came closer and sniffed at her before his ears moved to attention. He was listening to the voices coming from the study.
"No, I don't think you should send her away," Uncle Brian was saying.
"She needs better schooling than the local schools can provide, Brian," her mother replied. "And we have the resources to give it to her."
"I will get her tutors, Marie. She needs to stay here," Uncle Brian said.
"Why?" Daddy asked him.
"She's safest here, Richard. You know that."
She could hear Uncle Brian going through some papers.
"Here are some references to some of the best tutors I could find. Richard, Marie, you both know why she needs to stay here. She should not go anywhere else for any reason, not until the danger is past." The room was silent for several minutes.
"Danger?" Maddy whispered, confused. She'd never known there was any danger for her, anywhere. What weren't they telling her? She looked at the wolf, who was still listening to the adults talking. "Do you know what they're talking about?" she whispered to him. He looked at her, cocking his head slightly, his eyes attempting to speak to her of things her young mind could not comprehend.
"Yes," Mother finally conceded. "She is safest here, I will grant you that." There was a long pause. She could hear pieces of paper being turned. "Brian," Mother said haltingly, "how about a compromise?