The Fae Hunter Ch. 03

"Umm," Cynthia blushed, her pale features turning crimson. "I just don't think it would work."

"Why?" I waited for her to respond. Just looking at her.

"I'm friendly with Margery and Geena." I had been with both women. But neither had wanted a relationship. We just enjoyed each other's company on occasion.

"Oh," I said. "I wouldn't be seeing them if we dated," I assured her. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. Just a gentle brushing of lips on lips. I pulled back and swept her blonde hair from her face.

"That's not it," she said, shaking her head.

"Trust me," I said. "They won't care we are dating."

"That's not it."

"Then what is it?" I moved closer to her. I put my left hand over her right one. My hand was nearly twice the size of hers. I gently caressed her.

"Women talk," she said, blushing even stronger. "They told me how big you are."

"Oh, that," I laughed. "Don't worry," I said, giddy with happiness. "We can go as slow as you want."

"Look at me Mikal," she said. "I'm tiny. And they say you are huge. There is no way that even something half the size they say it is could fit in me."

"Trust me," I murmured, kissing her neck.

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, finally allowing her desire for me to flood both of our senses.

"I will never let anyone hurt you. Ever."

***

It was late when there was finally a knock on my door. I was sitting on the bed. Thinking of Cynthia. Thinking of her looking down at me like I was an insect. Are you dead, yet? I got up and opened the door. Klum stood uneasily in the doorway. Not wanting to be there but hoping that I could be the one to bring him and wife justice.

"Come in," I waved him to the single chair in the room as I sat back down on the bed.

"He walked in the inn doors just like you did," he said, looking straight at the floor. He was too fidgety to sit so he stood by the chair in awkwardness. "Like he owned the place and everyone in it." I ignored the dig and nodded for him to continue. He wasn't looking anywhere near me and didn't see my nod. After a moment of silence, he continued anyway. "He sat down at a table. The guys sitting there just got up and left. I...I poured him a drink. I took it over to him." Finally, Klum looked up at me. "Why? How did he make me do that?"

"He's a mage," I told him.

"Not like any I've ever seen," he disagreed. "It was horrible." He started to cry. Tears streaming down his face without him even realizing it. "That night he made sleep in front of my bedroom door." He shook his head. "No, not sleep. He made me lie there and listen." Now that he had started, it was all going to come flooding out. "I had to wait until he was finished. And then I crawled on my hands and knees to my own bed." He stopped talking. I didn't ask for more. I just waited. "I...I...had to lick her clean." He shook his head in confusion and rage and despair. "And the bastard just grinning as I licked and sucked his cum out of her. When I'm done, I crawl back to the door. I lay back down and he starts fucking her again. She's moaning and gasping and telling him how much better he is than me. I force myself to look over and she is looking at me." Klum shakes his head. Trying to clear his memory of the scene. "She is telling him how wonderful he is, but she's looking at me with horror in her eyes." For the first time Klum looks me directly in the eyes. "He raped her and made her pretend to like it. Not like it. Pretend to like it. Why?"

"He gets off on hurting people," I tell him. "Not just physically. But mentally."

"There's nothing we can do," Klum says. "Nothing I can do. Nothing you can do."

"Maybe," I agreed. "But I plan on trying to kill him anyway."

"How?"

"With a crossbow bolt," I said. "From a distance." Niles' power was impressive. And I had a feeling that he would kill me long before I had a chance to hurt him. But I was going to try. I had to try. Not for the bounty. Not even for Cynthia or Eilen or Klum and his wife. For all the people Niles had hurt and would continue hurting until he died. For the collective. "Do you know what he wants? Where he is going? Why?"

"No," Klum said. "Nothing. He was asking my wife questions. I wasn't allowed to hear what they were saying."

"May I ask you wife some questions?"

"She hasn't left the bedroom since he took her. Not to eat or go to the bathroom. Nothing."

"Please," I said. "Maybe I can help her."

"How?" Klum almost snarled and then collapsed within himself again. "Sure. Whatever. Our bedroom is the first door to the right at the head of the stairs. I'm going to get a drink." He was walking out the door, eager to get drunk and try to forget.

"Klum?" I said. He paused without looking back. "What's your wife's name?"

"Grace," he said. And then walked out.

"Grace," I said as I stood outside the bedroom door. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. "Grace," I said again. "I need to talk to you." Nothing. I tried the door. It was unlocked. "Grace, I mean you no harm. I'm coming in. I will not hurt you." I opened the door. It was dark in the room. Pitch black. The light from the hallway dimly lit the room. There was a small fireplace with a low couch near it on the far wall. To the right was a large bed. To the left, a desk and two chairs. The room smelled stale, pungent. The chamber pot was clearly filled and hadn't been emptied. The odor emanated everywhere. I tried to breathe through my mouth as I entered. I brought a lit candle into the room with me. I closed the door before moving toward the bed. A form was laying on the bed, covers over her head.

"My name is Mikal, Grace." I told her softly. I stood near the bed, but not within reach of her. "I am hunting after and will kill the man that hurt you."

"Will you?" a small voice asked from under the blankets. It wasn't a hopeful voice. Instead it was filled with scorn and despair.

"He killed me," I said.

"What?" Grace pulled her covers off. Under normal circumstances she would have been a handsome woman with soft features, a small chin, and high cheek bones. But now she looked sunken and bruised. She looked up at me in confusion and doubt.

"He took my woman," I told her. "He took her and used her. He abused her for a month." I stopped to swallow and push the tears away from my eyes.

"A month," she whispered in horror. "You had to watch for a month?"

"No," I shook my head. "I didn't even know. He took her and used and abused her just so that when I finally caught up with him, he could laugh at me and watch my pain as I realized that he had tortured her physically. A month of abusing her just so that he could torture me mentally."

"Yes," Grace nodded her head in understanding. "He is evil. You are only alive for revenge." There was the first glimpse of understanding and fortitude in her eyes. "I understand that. It is the only thing from stopping me from killing myself as well."

"No," I shook my head. "I mean it literally. Look." I pulled my shirt over my head, showing her my chest. "He made my woman stab me in the heart with a blade. And then she watched me die." Dispassionate eyes looking down at me. Are you dead yet?

"I don't understand," Grace said. But she was staring at my chest. She sat up, one hand reaching out towards me. There was anguish in her eyes. A battle of wills. She needed to grab a knife and slit her own throat. She desperately wanted to live. I shook my head. What was going on? I stared at her. At her hand reaching out towards me. The fear in her was palpable. I stepped close enough so that she could touch me. With a small cry of pain and relief she traced her fingers along the purple lines emanating from the scar. Like a door opening, I was in her essence. I knew her. I was 'hunting' her without any conscious will. Niles had commanded her to kill herself. And for the last three days she had been fighting that urge. Clasping her hands together so desperately that her nails cut into her skin. Anything to stop herself from picking up the dagger near her bed and slitting her throat. And now the compulsion was gone.

"How?" she asked. How was the compulsion gone?

"I don't know," I said. I crawled onto the bed and gathered her into my arms. She wrapped herself around me. She was nude but didn't care - pressing herself fully against me. Her body started to heat up in arousal. Her legs were quickly wrapped around me. The heat from her pussy pressing into my stomach, leaving a wetness on me. She moaned. I held her strongly, not letting her go. She wanted me inside of her. But I just held her. Finally, she went limp, crying tears of relief. After a while I sat up against the back of the bed and pulled her into me. Facing away from me, she snuggled her back into my stomach and chest. My cock pushed against my pants trying to get to her ass that was snuggled against it. I ignored it as best as I could.

"What do you know of Niles?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "He just arrived one day. Didn't say anything. I just started fucking him even though I didn't want to. I could feel the magic. It feels different than yours." She snuggled back into me.

"Mine?" I asked confused. "I don't have any magic."

"I know, I know," she nodded. "Fae don't call it magic."

"Wait? What?" Grace turned her head, leaning away from me so that we could more easily look at each other in the face.

"I can feel the fae in you," She said. "It's okay. I don't mind. You have saved me."

"I'm not fae," I said.

"It's okay," she snuggled back into me. "I won't tell anyone."

"Why do you think I'm fae?" I asked.

"My family are magic users. I have very little magic abilities, but I can sense it being used by others." She gave a small gasp. "Oh!"

"What?" This conversation wasn't going anywhere I had expected. I was completely confused.

"He kept on asking me questions about my cousin."

"Really?" My brain had found something it could latch onto. "Do you know why? Who is your cousin?"

"He is Lord Bynton."

"Really?" I doubted her. she giggled slightly at the incredulity in my voice.

"Not THE Lord Bynton. Obviously." She wiggled her ass against my cock. "You do know the name of the town we're in, right?"

"Uh," I had no idea. "Nope."

"Bynton," she giggled again. The compulsion that Niles had had on her was obviously gone. Somehow I had stripped it off of her. "Named after the Lord Bynton you are thinking about."

"Wow," I said. "You are related to Bynton?"

"Yep. And my cousin Eldric is a direct descendent. That evil bastard," she spat suddenly, her thoughts back on Niles. "wanted to know everything I know about Eldric. He needs Eldric for something."

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. "Where is Lord Eldric Bynton?"

***

I left the inn early the next morning. Klum and his daughter hugging me in gratitude. They had their wife and mother back. "Anything you need," Klum had told me as he thanked me again and again for helping Grace. "Anything at all." I felt guilty as he held me in a bear hug. Despair morphing into relief so palpable that he could barely stand on his feet. I felt guilty as his daughter whispered that I was her hero.

Grace had given me directions to the Bynton manor. It was not far outside of town. "My cousin isn't there," she had told me. "I told that evil bastard the same thing." We were facing each other in the bed. I was sitting up with her in my lap. She had her arms around my upper back while my hands gripped her hips. She was grinding her wet pussy into my hard cock. My pants the only thing stopping her from shoving me inside of her. I moaned quietly in appreciation.

"But he said he was going there anyway?" I asked when I got my voice back. She started moving side to side. Even through my pants I could feel her pussy lips rubbing back and forth against my shaft. It felt divine.

"Yes," she said. "There is magic in the manor. Every descendent of Kylee Bynton has been a mage of some sort or another. And Kylee himself created magical artifacts that are still in the manor. That fucker said there were things he wanted from the manor even if Eldric wasn't there." She ground herself hard into me. "Oh, yes," she breathed into my neck.

"Eldric is a mage as well?"

"Yes," she panted. "Of the Yellow."

"What is that?" I sighed. All these mages and their colors. I was hoping that Niles was the last mage I needed to interact with. But I supposed I should learn all the different schools of magic and their colors. I pulled Graces hips up and then back down. My shaft between her lips. The head of my cock stabbed her lower belly.

"Divination," she moaned. Knowledge. Hmmm. What did Niles need to know, I wondered. I flipped Grace over so that I was on top. "Oh, fuck yes," she said. "Drive him out of my mind and body. Push him out." She had started kissing me, pushing herself against me.

"No, Grace," I had said. "You want this because of what I am."

"A fae," she said. She started pulling my shirt off of me.

"I'm not fae." I tried to stop her from taking my shirt without hurting her. "Stop it. I will not use you like Niles did."

"You aren't," Grace said, looking at me with eyes that were still haunted. "Your bond is very different. But he's still in there. Whispering in my mind. I need you to drive him out."

"How?"

"Fuck me." I let her take my shirt. She started to pull my pants off. I helped her.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes," she said, trailing one hand along the lines on my chest. The other tried futilely to grip my steel hard cock. Her fingers couldn't fully encircle my girth. "My gods." She brought her second hand down to grip me. "This monster needs both of my hands." Her arousal matched my own and it was only moments before she was pressing my cock against her opening. I pushed forward slowly but firmly until the head of my cock popped into her. "Oh fuck," she breathed. "So big." Her hands reached behind me to grip my ass, her nails digging into my flesh. "Now fuck him out of me," Grace moaned. "Please get rid of him." I pushed into her, filling her until there was no more room for me to go. My head butted up against her cervix. She gave a small yelp, but her hands stayed firmly on my ass. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her. "More," she moaned. I thrust into her just as slowly. As far as her body allowed. I picked up my speed. Dimly I felt her tighten around me as she began to cum. Her pussy muscles trying to strangle my cock. I didn't slow down. I just went faster and deeper until, with a strangled cry, I came inside of her. I was so deep, my cum bathing her womb directly. I collapsed on my side, bringing her closer to me so that we stayed connected.

"Is he gone?"

"Oh, yes," she had whispered. "Yes. He's gone."

***

The manor was a sprawling estate with three low buildings bunched together. A stable and servants home was off to one side. It was beautifully landscaped. I don't remember ever being in Trepple, but I felt like this opulent display of wealth would fit right in with the noble homes along the Afreet River. There were no fences or walls to protect the manor. That alone probably scared off would be thieves and robbers. The arrogance of such wealth on display without any noticeable defense would make any cutthroat nervous. That and the small, but well-made, wooden sign with the words Bynton Manor written on it. I looked around but saw no sign of life. Closing my eyes and settling myself I saw that Niles had left the manor only that morning. So Grace was right. There had been something here that he had wanted or needed. Now to see if her uncle still lived.

The closer I got to the main house the more tired I felt. My legs were becoming wooden, my brain fuzzy. My eyes fluttered closed to ease the pain that was pounding in my head. When did that pain start? I shook my head and opened my eyes. I had fallen to my knees. I pushed myself up onto my feet with difficulty. I felt drugged or poisoned. I took another step forward and cried out in pain as it felt like someone started hammering on the inside of my skull. I pressed forward.

"I wouldn't come any closer fae," a deep voice growled. I looked up with bleary eyes and saw that I was about a hundred yards from the main house. Standing in the doorway, with bow notched, was a large man. Through pain induced fog, I could just find the resemblance between this tall, thick figure and Grace.

"Are you Jakob?" I tried to raise my voice, wincing at the pain my own volume caused me.

***

I rolled over onto my back, my cock pulling completely out of Grace's pussy. I spread my legs apart. Having a woman lick and suck our juices off my cock and balls after we finished fucking was an incredible feeling that I absolutely loved. I especially got off on the fact that women love it just as much as I do. I have had lovers even cum just from cleaning me. It was heady and sexy. Grace was no exception, crawling between my legs and licking up our juices. She started lapping gently on my balls.

"If your cousin is not at the manor, is there anyone who is?"

"Mmm hmm," she responded not wanting to let up from licking me. She burrowed into my pubic hair, sucking our combined cum from the hair there. She was moaning from the pleasure she was getting from cleaning me. I let her enjoy herself before asking more questions. After licking all around the shaft of my cock and slurping everything up she suckled the tip of my cock, hoping to get a few last drops of cum. Finally, having cleaned me up as best she could, she sat back, her own legs spread apart. She sighed, happy and spent. Her pussy, still somewhat gaped open from my cock, was frothy and leaking our cum.

"Who is there?" I asked, pushing two of my fingers around her pussy lips, gathering the juices there. I fed them to her. Grace sucked on my fingers eagerly.

"Mmmm," she said, smacking her lips. "My uncle Jakob is the caretaker. You need to go to the manor and see if he has survived." I kept feeding her our juices - pushing my fingers inside of her to gather more and then having her suck my fingers clean as we continued talking.

"Niles doesn't leave many living bodies behind him," I said doubtfully. I was still planning on going to the manor. I just didn't want to give her hope.

"He's like me," Grace said between sucks.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you know of Lord Kylee Bynton?" She answered my question with a question of her own. History was boring and useless. I didn't have time for a lecture about the past.

"Just tell me what you mean?" I said. She paused from licking my fingers to look at me. My tone had been sharp, bordering on mean. "Sorry. I just don't see the relevance."

"My uncle and I are a little like Kylee," she said. "Our family has a secret that few know."

"Really?"

"Yes," she said. I gathered the last of our juices from inside her pussy and fed her my fingers. She moaned slightly as she sucked. "You see Kylee was such a great fae hunter because he was immune to magic." I had never heard of such a thing. Or that Kylee Bynton had hunted fae. That didn't matter. But the immunity of magic.

"Niles still affected you," I pointed out. "So, not quite immune."

"Every member of our family is either a mage or immune to magic. The power is different in each of us. For some of us it is so small that it is practically negligible. Both my uncle and I have barely any immunity at all."

"But just enough," I mused, "to stop you from killing yourself." I knew that Grace believed this completely. And I had no reason to doubt her.

"And Jakob might be able to stop himself as well."

***

"You know my name?" Jakob said.

"Yes," I faltered, falling to my knees again. "Grace told me."