The Fae Hunter Ch. 06

It took my brain a little while, but the strangeness and vagueness of everything around me clued me into the fact I was dreaming. Switching perspectives and locations. People swimming in and out of situations that I couldn't even describe in my dream state. There were flashes of solid memories. Flashes of concrete actions. But then, as is the case with so many dreams, they would vanish or transform into something else.

And then there was solidness to the dream. A real-ness to it that anchored me. Hands caressing me. Fingers trailing along my body. Over my chest, stomach, thighs. Lightly touching my balls. Lifting my soft cock. A tongue, wet and warm, licking the underside of my shaft. I looked down my body and saw Cynthia kneeling at my feet. I was standing, towering over her, as she licked me again -- from my ball sack to the tip of my cock. She winked at me as she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I curled my lip in anger as I watched her.

My arms couldn't move. I was lying on a bed. The head of my cock was wet and slightly chilled. I tilted my head just enough to look down my body. Cynthia was gazing at me with adoration. She licked her lips and then started to lovingly, gently kiss first my balls and then all around my shaft. Her eyes were half shut. The act of worshiping my cock was making her wet and horny, the smell of her arousal wafting up to my nose. But this look she was giving me had never happened. The way she was touching me was all wrong. Her mouth was back to my cock head, my dick starting to harden with her tongue and lips on me. I wasn't fully hard yet as she enveloped the top of my cock with her mouth.

I opened my eyes to see Teresa pushing more and more of my hardening cock into her mouth. She was blissful and intent, eyes closed, as she savored my member. I was lying on my back with my legs spread apart, making room for her curled body. One of her hands was carefully cupping my balls while the other one held the base of my shaft steady. So intent on her job of licking, kissing, and sucking, she wasn't aware that I was awake until my hand was on her head. I pushed her hair out of the way so that I could watch her worship my now fully hard cock.

She looked up at my face briefly, smiling with her eyes. Her mouth, stretched to its limits, couldn't form the smile that she was feeling. Now that I was awake, she pushed for my orgasm. Up and down my shaft, she fucked her mouth with my cock. Losing control, I grabbed her hair tightly with both hands as I pushed my hips off the bed, roughly skewering Teresa's mouth and forcing my way into her throat. With a roar of triumph and pleasure I came hard, pulsing my seed directly into her stomach. I pulled her face even further into my groin as I pulsed over and over again, but I was already fully embedded down her throat. Her body had started to convulse in orgasm as soon as I had taken control. We finished together, me sliding out of her throat and allowing her to breathe while she shuddered the last of her orgasm, body twitching in pleasure.

"Wow," I said, petting her head. "What an amazing way to wake up." Teresa rested her cheek on my upper thigh. She gripped my softening cock in one hand and brought the head over to her mouth so that she could lick the head and opening, trying to get the last few droplets of cum. She was breathing hard, both from her orgasm and me blocking her airwaves while I came.

"Do you feel it?" she asked breathily. I looked down at her and smiled.

"You just sucked all my brain power out of me," I told her. "Feel what?"

"I thought I noticed it last night," Teresa said, kissing the head of my cock and gently laying it back down on my stomach. "So I had to see if it was true." She grinned up at me as she licked her lips. "When you cum in me, I feel stronger, more powerful."

"Really?" I asked. I blinked and re-oriented my vision to what I was calling fae vision. The brown aura of magic that surrounded her was more solid and strong than it had been before. Not as fully formed as the werewolves, but twice as powerful as either Aberdeen or Eldric. Like sunlight glinting off a watery surface there was a purple hint throughout the brown. For a moment strong and then the next instant barely there. I blinked the sight away. "Good," I said, reaching for her and pulling her up so that I could kiss her lips. I held her close and wrapped one leg around her. "I like making you powerful. Very powerful."

"Gods," she breathed, kissing me back. "Me too. When you control me," she said, her voice trailing off. Her body tremored with the memory of her orgasms. "So fucking good."

****

I hadn't been living that long in Rhineville when I first met Gregory Hastenbond. Rhineville has two taverns. One has pretty decent food. The other one, Al's, has an excellent brown ale. When in town I could usually be found at Al's. Being new to town I was sitting at a table by myself, nursing my ale when a tall, athletic woman walked in. I was used to the reaction that I caused when I first arrived, but I had never seen it second hand before. Not that anyone went for their weapons when Geena walked in like they did when I arrived. It was more the quiet that descended around the room. A silence and a pause.

She ignored the reaction, glancing around the room nonchalantly. Our eyes met and she flashed a naughty smile at me. She blatantly looked me over. I gave as good as I got. Geena moved with the grace and ease of a fighter. Her muscles were lean and long. I was later surprised to find out that she was not trained in weapons at all. Instead she played in an orchestra for the king in the capital of Trepple. Flute of all instruments. Geena paused long enough to drink me in before moving onto the bar. I went back to nursing my ale.

"Is this seat taken," a woman's sultry voice purred next to me. I looked up at Geena. Her features were too broad and uneven to be called beautiful. But there was a twinkle and intelligence in her brown eyes that made her interesting. And her tight, well-formed body that moved with effortless ease made her sexy as hell.

"I'm a bit of a pariah," I told her. "But you're welcome to sit." I pushed the chair next to me back a little. She slinked down to sit it in. She placed her wine glass next to my ale.

"Not to the people who count," she replied, her hand finding a resting place on my thigh. "You're Mikal," she murmured, caressing my thigh.

"I am," I said, looking at her curiously. "How did you know that?"

"Margery is one of my best friends," she purred at me. "I have heard very good things about you." Her hand crept up my thigh. She scooted her chair closer to mine.

"Just being neighborly," I replied. I had helped Margery out with a wolf problem. She had been grateful for my assistance. I smiled at the memory of that gratefulness. "She's a great neighbor," I said.

'I can imagine," Geena said, her hand getting dangerously close to my cock. The motion was making me hard. "I'm Geena by the way."

"Nice to meet you," I said. "Any friend of Margery."

"When I asked Margery what was making her so happy all of a sudden," Geena continued. "she mentioned her very large friend." Her hand encountered my cock. "Holy shit," she said. "Is that real?" I grinned at her. Just then the front door opened and the constable walked in. Geena immediately let go of my hard on and leaned away from me. "Great," she muttered.

"What?" I asked, looking between Constable Hastenbond and Geena. I hadn't met the constable yet, but I had heard good things about him. That he was fair, tough, and deadly. And he owned the general store in town. Not a man I wanted to upset without good reason.

"Just an over protective brother," Geena complained as Hastenbond looked around, saw me and walked toward us. He didn't seem to notice Geena at all, attention fixated on me. He was eyeing me without meeting my eyes. His hand on the pommel of his long, sweeping sword. It was a common reaction from men.

"What do you want Greg?" Geena groaned when the constable stopped at our table.

"You Mikal?" Constable Hastenbond said in conjunction with Geena's words. He stopped and looked at my companion for the first time. "Geena? What are you doing here?" By here, he clearly meant my table, not Al's Tavern.

"Making friends," Geena retorted. "Not that it's any of your business. You're my brother, not my father." The constable wanted to argue with her. He paused, shrugged.

"Whatever," he said finally. He turned back to me. "You're Mikal, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. Reluctant.

"I've heard good things about you from Margery," he said. Frowning when Geena snorted in laughter. I hid a smile. "And others," he trailed off, confused by our reactions to his statement.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Hunting down those wolves and killing them all by yourself."

"Ah, yes," I said. I gave a small shrug. "I'm a decent hunter."

"We've got a group of bandits that no one can track down. I just found out that they killed Michone, a cleric of Alde." Hastenbond frowned and then sighed in sorrow. It was clear that he had known Michone. "They need to be stopped."

"You want me to track them for you?" I asked.

"Yes." He nodded. "There's no official bounty yet, but I don't want anyone else to die while we wait for a bounty." In other words, I would be doing this for free. No payment.

"Sure," I said. "I can do that for you." I didn't mind the idea of the constable owing me a favor.

"Great," Hastenbond said. He looked relieved, as if expecting a different reaction from me. He still avoided eye contact as he nodded gratefully in my direction. "I'll round up a few other men and meet you outside in about an hour." He turned and looked at Geena. He started to say something but stopped himself with a resigned sigh instead. Shaking his head, he left the tavern.

"What does that mean? No official bounty?" Geena asked, scooting closer to me again. Her hand found its way back to my lap.

"I won't get paid," I said. I spread my legs apart to give her hand room to go where it wanted.

"Well that doesn't seem very fair," Geena fake pouted. "I should reward you for your giving nature." She gripped my cock with a firm hand. "You are helping my brother after all."

"Very true."

She stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. She was tall. Very tall for a woman. We looked at each other, eye to eye. I was bemused. She had a twinkle in her eyes. And a brazen grin. I let her pull me after her. She dragged me over to the bar.

"Gwen," Geena called out to the petite, older woman who was cleaning a nearby table. "I'm going to use the back room for a few minutes." The woman rolled her eyes but nodded with a matching smile. Al, the gruff, heavy set man who ran the tavern, glared at me before softening his gaze as it switched to Geena.

"Now, there lass," he said. "Gregory wouldn't like it very much if I let you fool around back there. He's a good man and-"

"Shush you," Gwen interrupted him, throwing a bar towel at his face. "Go on," she waved her hands at Geena and me. Shoeing us towards the back rooms. "You lucky girl," the older woman commented softly to herself, as she looked me up and down. I grinned at her and winked. Gwen turned away, blushing.

"Come on," Geena said, pulling me after her again. "We only have an hour for me to reward you."

I met Gregory and his two deputies an hour later. All three were on horses and glowering in my general direction. A fourth horse was saddled and ready for me. I curled my lip in distaste.

"I don't ride horses," I said.

"Fucking great," one of the deputies said. He was a sour faced, pock marked man. Lean and gristled with age. A bow was strapped to his saddle. Long daggers were in each of his riding boots. He spit onto the ground in my direction. His thinning grey hair was speckled with brown.

"We don't need him," the other deputy said at the same time. He was young and stupid, full of bravado and earnest determination. He wore a chain shirt and helmet. A shield was strapped to his back and a thick, double edged sword hung at his side. He whipped his horse in a circle, eager to get on the road. He sneered at me. "I can find these bandits myself."

Hastenbond grimaced. "No, you can't," he said. "You sure about the horse?" he asked me.

"Ride if you want," I shrugged. "I can't track from a horse. And I move pretty fast."

"Fine," Hastenbond said. "Let's go." He jerked a thumb at the older deputy. "That's Orin. This one," he nodded to the younger deputy, "is Faldor." Both deputies glared before turning their horses and riding out of town. Hastenbond sighed.

I found the trail of the bandits easily enough. Hastenbond led us to where the cleric had been killed. Orin and Faldor sat on their horses impatiently as I studied the campsite. Hastenbond watched me silently, reserving judgement. I sat down in the middle of the camp and closed my eyes. Orin cursed with incredulity. I ignored his disgust, calming my breath. Once I had settled down, my pulse slow and even, my thoughts calm and distant, I opened my eyes.

Michone was traveling on foot and would not get to Rhineville before dark. She wasn't in a hurry and decided to stop at the campsite. There was kindling already set up for the next traveler coming through. A small blessing that she would reciprocate in the morning. She prayed to Alde, wishing productive trading to all who were blessed by the god, before starting to eat her meal.

"Well, now," a voice said. "What do we have here?"

She didn't open her eyes or look up until her prayers were done. A hand landed heavily on her shoulder. She still didn't move or stop praying.

"She's a priest, boss," another voice said, uneasy with the idea of conflict with an emissary of a god.

Michone, prayers finished, looked up into the face of a dirty, bearded man. He and his two compatriots were smelly and wore torn, stained clothes.

"You sure there were only three?" Hastenbond said, following me carefully as I examined the campsite.

I nodded. I knew. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew. The vision I had of Michone and the three men was, I felt confident, very likely to have happened the way I pictured it. I didn't understand my ability to haünnt, but I had a gut feeling. I looked around to verify my gut. I pointed vaguely at the faded footprints and horse tracks. "Definitely three men."

"Would you like to share my meal," Michone asked politely. "Alde welcomes all travelers."

The boss sneered down at her. "Oh, we'll be sharing something tonight," He laughed. "Ain't that right, boys?" The two men echoed his evil laugh, leering at her.

"You are free to share my food," Michone said again. "But Alde protects his followers. I would not do more than that."

The boss slapped her hard. She fell on to her side. She tried to kick him, but he blocked her attack easily.

"This is a feisty one," the boss said gleefully. "Hold her down boys." While the two other men held her arms, the boss ripped her robes off her, leaving her bare to their eyes.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Help."

"Flip her over," the boss commanded, quickly taking his pants off. "I want to fuck that ass while she still has some fight in her. I want a ride!"

"Stop!" Orin yelled, looking angrily at me. I paused in my recital of events as I saw them in my mind's eye. "We don't need to hear the disgusting things in your thoughts. You are a sick motherfucker."

I looked at the older man glaring at me. He wasn't disgusted. He was angry. I filed that away. I turned to Hastenbond and raised an eyebrow.

"Uhh," he said. "We had reports of four bandits," he changed the subject. "If there were only three, where is the last one?"

"I don't know," I said. "There were only three of them here." I pointed a few yards away from the spent fire. "Here is where they took turns raping her." I pointed to another spot. "Here, they ripped her pack apart looking for money maybe?"

"What the fuck? Where is it?" the boss raged, tearing the pack apart, clothing tossed aside in a fury. He threw the pack down in disgust. "Anything?" he called out to the other two bandits.

"Nothing," the bandit poking around the fire said.

"I got something," the third bandit yelled out in triumph. He was digging through Michone's clothes, her dead body just a few feet away from him, used, discarded, and forgotten. He waved a bounty at his boss.

The boss ran over and tore the paper away from him. He looked at the picture of the man on the bounty and nodded. "Yes," he said. "This is it."

"I don't think it was money they were after," I said slowly, standing right next to where Michone's body had lain in death.

"I've had enough of your spouting," Orin said. He was trying to sound disgusted. But there was something off about it. There was a tremor in his voice. A tremor of fear?

Faldor just stared at me. His antagonism forgotten as he watched me move around the camp. Hastenbond said nothing, just looking between Orin and me. He also sensed something off.

I decided to ignore all three of them as I continued to look around. "That way," I said finally. "They went off that way." I pointed off trail into the woods. "Come on." I looked back at Hastenbond. "You'll have to leave your horses behind."

"You don't have to sound so smug," he retorted, but grinned at me to take the sting out of his words.

The bandits moved off into the woods after finding the bounty. The boss moving quickly, looking expertly around...trying to find something. His two men followed behind more carefully. Not to hide their tracks but to leave tell tale signs of their travels. A broken branch here, a clear footprint there. Not overly noticeable, but making their trail easy to follow, nonetheless. The boss found his spot up ahead. The perfect ambush.

I stopped.

"What is it?" Hastenbond said from behind me. I turned to look at him but making sure I never lost sight of the ambush site up ahead.

"The cleric was carrying a bounty," I told him. Faldor stopped a few feet behind Hastenbond, listening to what I had to say intently. Orin stood directly behind Faldor, glaring at me. "They killed her to keep the bounty papers hidden," I continued. "And then they hid up ahead to ambush us as we came after them." I looked at Hastenbond, wondering exactly who was supposed to be murdered. Him or me. "Someone was meant to be killed this day."

"What the fuck!" Orin exclaimed. Faldor crumpled to the ground, blood splashing out of the knife wound that entered his back and exited his front. He whistled loudly, bloody knife at the ready. "I don't know how you figured all that out," he snarled at me. "But you shouldn't even be here, you meddling fool."

The three bandits stood up from their hiding place. Two of them charged us with naked blades at the ready. The third sighted his long bow on Hastenbond's back and let loose. Orin, keeping Hastenbond's attention on him and off of the arrow, slashed his long knife at Hastenbond.

I leapt forward snatching the arrow out of the air with my right hand and spinning around in a 360 degree turn. The two hoodlums were almost on top of me. I dove forward, tucking into a forward roll, getting my feet under me and launching myself through the air at one of the goons. I smashed into his chest, the arrow in my right hand shoved through his neck. I let go of the arrow as I came to my feet. I saw the bandit with the bow aim at Hastenbond again. The man who I hadn't killed skidded to a stop, but I was now behind him.

"Arrow coming your way," I shouted to Hastenbond. I jabbed my fingers under the ribs of the man trying to turn and face me. He yelled in pain, involuntarily reaching for his side. That opened up his windpipe to the hard edge of my hand. He would have collapsed if I hadn't grabbed his hair, keeping him up as I spun us around so that he was my shield for the bow wielding bandit still twenty yards away. The arrow, coming my way, buried itself in his eye, killing him instantly.