The Fae Hunter Ch. 06

Teresa got behind me and wrapped her arms around me, her breasts pressing into my back. The cover came around to envelop both of us. "There are two things that are very clear," she said. "The first is that we are being hunted by fae."

"Fuck," I said. I shook my head. "Why, though?"

"No idea," she shrugged. "Did you see how fast I reacted when he showed up? I'm fast Mikal." She pressed her cheek into my back. "Very fast. Faster than I've ever been. And stronger too." The feel of the warmth of her body and the let down of the adrenalin was bringing back my arousal. "But I was no match for the vampire."

"He moved in a blur," I agreed. "So much magic in him," I murmured, missing the opportunity to suck all that life force into me. Into The Heart.

"If we're going to be fighting all manner of fae, then I need to get more powerful." She rubbed her hard nipples back and forth against my back. I could sense the smile on her lips as her hands started caressing my chest and stomach, moving down my body. "And I need your cum to get that strength." One hand caressed down to my reaching cock, that was now fully hard. Her hand encircled the shaft, fingertips not quite touching each other. Teresa started rubbing up and down the shaft, stroking me gently, but firmly. "Fuck, you're huge," she whispered in my ear.

"What's the second thing?" I said, trying to stay lucid despite the pleasure she was giving me. "Oh, yeah," I gasped as she concentrated for a moment on the head of my cock with her hand. Her second hand came down to help the first. With two hands pumping my cock, the pleasure intensified. "Gods."

"The second thing?" she asked, concentrating on pleasuring my cock with her hands and losing track of the conversation. "Oh, right," she laughed. "The second thing I know is that while I came multiple times tonight, you haven't had one cum yet." She started stroking faster. "Not one."

"I," I groaned. "Fuck. We. Ahhh." Her hands were whipping up and down the shaft of my cock with a firm strength and incredible speed. "We," I tried again. "need to stay alert for other fae attacks."

"Is that right?" Teresa said. She stopped masturbating me. Rubbing her body against me the entire time she slid around so that she was now in front of me. "Well, you're the boss," she said as she got down on her hands and knees. "Do you mind taking the first watch?" she asked. Her breasts hung down, nipples still rock hard. Her ass was pushed out behind her. I wanted nothing more than to get behind her and ram my cock back into her pussy.

"First watch," I said. Teresa swiveled her hips back and forth, her ass moving side to side. I shook my head. "Damn woman. Yeah I can take first watch."

"Good," she grinned at me and dove down towards my bobbing, hard cock. She started licking and sucking on the head of my dick.

"I thought I was on watch," I laughed. I grabbed her hair in my hand, just in case she had thoughts of backing away. She didn't.

"You keep watch," she said between licks. She looked up at me, her tongue on the underside of the head of my dick. She swirled her tongue around. I moaned in appreciation. She kept a searing eye contact as she lifted her tongue briefly off me to say, "Damn, I taste good."

My head shot back involuntarily as her words alone brought me unexpected ecstasy. Face to the sky and eyes closed, I didn't see her open wide and shove the head of my cock into her mouth. But I felt it. I moaned again in pure pleasure. I felt her hand on my hand that was gripping her hair. I looked down. Her eyes were rolled up to look at me. She pushed on my hand, making her mouth move down my cock. She pulled on my hand, bringing her head back up. I smiled at her.

"You want me to control the pace?" I asked. She tried to nod and moan in agreement. She pulled back and with an audible pop, my cock head fell out of her mouth.

"Fuck my face," she gasped before capturing my cock again and maneuvering it back into her willing mouth.

I brought my second hand to her head. I gripped her skull with both hands firmly. "Fuck, yeah," I said. I kept her head in place and very slowly moved my hips up. I paused with just the head of my cock fully inside of her mouth. I could feel her swirling her tongue around me. I pushed in a little more cock. She tried to move her head to get more cock in, but I gripped her head hard, not letting her move it.

"No," I said sternly. "I'm in control. My pace." She moaned and squirmed in pleasure. Her left hand sneaked down between her legs to play with her pussy. Keeping my cock firmly in her mouth, I moved to get up on my knees. To accommodate me, she fell back onto her haunches. Her hand never stopped rubbing her clit. Holding onto the back of her head, I stood up. The motion of me standing and the hard grip on the back of her head with my hands, made my cock slip further into her mouth and against the opening of her throat. The thrust was rough, unexpected and Teresa started to cough and gag. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth and let her get her equilibrium. She was now on her knees below me. Teresa looked up at me once her coughing fit was done and thanked me for pausing with her eyes. She brought both hands around to grip my ass and pulled my hips forward. I let my cock slide a few inches inside of her mouth again, but then tensed my muscles and stopped the forward motion.

"Now, now," I said. "Unless you want me to spank you," I chided her. "you will stop that. We are going at my pace." She moaned and her pussy gushed at my words. "Oh," I said with a smile. "You like the idea of getting spanked, do you?" She tried to nod around the thick, hard member in her mouth. "I will keep that in mind," I told her. I pressed my cock head firmly against the opening to her throat. She willed herself to not gag. "For another time." I shoved forward and popped my cock into her throat.

"Oh, fuck yeah." I groaned, looking down and seeing my head and shaft obscenely bulge out her neck. I shoved my entire cock down her throat, pressing her face into my groin. Her fingers dug into my ass cheeks as she held on, fighting her urge to battle for her breath and life. I pulled back four or five inches, still mostly inside her throat and then shoved all the way back down. I fucked her hard and fast for close to a minute before pulling all the way out. I let her collapse at my feet gasping and groaning, trying to get breath back into her lungs. I pulled her back up by her hair. Her face was streaked in tears, her mouth open and gasping. I shoved my cock back in. Not waiting for her this time. Just shoving myself all the way down her throat without pause. Her body shook and clenched as she came.

"You are so fucking dirty," I growled as I fucked her throat without concern. She grew limp and would have fallen back down to the ground if I wasn't holding her head with my hands. My cock grew harder and fatter. I pulled out of throat and mouth just before cumming and she collapsed back down on the ground. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her nipples rock hard, and her left hand was shoved half way up her pussy. I grabbed my cock and pointing it down started spraying her with cum as I yelled out my orgasm. My first shot sprayed her right tit. I moved my aim to get her face next. Her mouth was open and drooling and I shot my second pulse right in her mouth. Then I covered her eyes and nose. With my last few spurts I went back down to her left tit.

My sudden burst of energy left me, and I sat back down on the bed roll, exhausted. I watched Teresa slowly come back from her sex induced heights. She gingerly pulled her hand out of her pussy and swallowed the cum pooling in her mouth. She started to gather up the cum on her chest with her hand and sucking each finger clean. My cock, fully spent, jerked in response at the sight.

"Fuck," I said. "You're amazing."

"Mmm," she said, slurping as much of my cum off her body as she could get. I reached over and started dragging my finger through the cum on her face and feeding my finger into her mouth. She eagerly sucked it clean. Once she had eaten as much of my cum as was possible with our inept finger cleaning, she looked up at me. "Thank you," she said. "That was amazing." She crawled over and licked the head of my cock. I groaned in response, my cock still sensitive from my orgasm. "What?" she said as I involuntarily moved away from her. "I need to get as much cum as possible." She grinned. "To get stronger." She leaned forward and suckled softly on the tip of my cock, trying to get any last dregs of cum.

"Ugh," I said. "Gently." Completely worn out, I grabbed a blanket and laid down on my back. I expected Teresa to crawl up and lay down next to me, but she just settled down between my legs, my cock never leaving her mouth. I placed the blanket over us as she rested her head on my inner thigh. Careful of my sensitivity, she didn't suckle on my cock, just held it in her mouth. I rested one hand on her head and fell asleep. Completely forgetting about setting up a watch.

I was in a room, searching frantically for something. It was mine. It had been stolen. Waves from a lake idly slapped against the edge of the room. My property wasn't in the room. A door appeared in front of me. I smashed it open, falling into another room. It wasn't in here either. Faster and faster, I smashed through doors and searched frenetically in each room. On the edge of desperation, I kicked open yet another door and found myself in a bedroom.

Teresa was tied to the bed, arms and legs spread painfully apart. A gag was keeping the screams of pain at a minimum volume. There was a thick piece of wood shoved up her pussy. Sodomizing her with vicious, deep thrusts was the vampire that we had met that evening. He was soaking in her terror and pain. Feeding off the energy in the same way that I fed off the auras of mages and fae. He looked over at me as he did one final thrust, causing an extra wail of pain from the gagged woman.

"Finally," he said. "I was growing bored with your familiar."

"Stop," I snarled. "And maybe I will leave your dick attached."

He shrugged and pulled out a cock just as wide and long as my own. Blood dripped from Teresa's anus and covered his shaft. "She was giving me little to feed from anyway," he said, his voice calm and cool. Relaxed. Teresa glared pure rage at him. Once free, she would kill him or die trying. And I would help. I stepped forward and she faded out of view.

We were seated in a study. Tumblers of whiskey in our hands. There was an ice cube in his tumbler. None in mine. "You still like yours neat?" he asked, sitting back in his high-backed cushioned chair.

"I will kill you for hurting her," I said, tossing the tumbler aside. I stood up. "Where is she?"

"Relax," the vampire said, taking a sip of his whiskey and giving a murmur of appreciation for the taste. He looked at me over the rim of the glass. Quizzically. "This is only a dream. And if you don't want anyone invading her dream state, put up barriers. I can't believe that you created a familiar. How times have changed."

"You will answer all of my questions," I said, pointing my hand at him. I was sitting in the chair again. The tumbler in my hand sloshed whiskey on the floor as I tried to point at him. I was momentarily set aback by the whiskey reappearing but shook it off. "Or I will open The Heart again."

"What is wrong with you Michael?" he asked, frowning. "We are dream walking. The Heart is powerless here. You know that."

I sighed. I took a few deep breaths. My anger wasn't getting me anywhere. Threats weren't working. I needed a new approach. "Okay," I said. "Can we please start over. I don't threaten you. You don't torture my friends."

"Of course," he said, swirling the whiskey in his glass. The ice clunked against the sides. "I needed a way to get into your dreams. The familiar was an easy access point." He bowed his head slightly. "My apologies."

"You know my name," I said. "What is yours?"

"John," he said. The whiskey disappeared as he sat forward, gazing at me with real interest. "You don't know me?"

"No," I said. "I don't know you. I don't even know me apparently."

"What is your earliest memory?" he asked. Intently.

"Listen," I said with another sigh. "I don't want to banter with you. People are trying to kill me. I want to know why. The Heart is in my chest. I want it out. Can you help me with any of this?"

"I'm trying," he said. "What is your earliest memory?"

"Listen," I said with another sigh. "I don't want to banter with you. People are trying to kill me. I want to know why. The Heart is in my chest. I want it out. Can you help me with any of this?"

"Interesting," he said. "I will help you, but first answer me a question."

"Fine," I said. "What?"

"What is your earliest memory?"

"Listen," I said with a sigh. "I don't want to banter with you. People..."I trailed off. "What the fuck?" I said. His eyes were glowing a deep, almost black purple as he stared at me.

"It's part of the glamour," he said finally.

"What is?"

"Your inability to access your past. Or even, it seems, to think about your past."

"Nonsense," I said. "I remember my past just fine."

"Really," he asked archly. "Tell me your earliest memory."

We sat there. Waiting.

"Well," I said finally. "What is your question?"

"Astonishing," he said. "Never mind my question. To answer your question. We have known each other a long, long time. There is a spell on you that makes you forget that. And also hides your...signature for lack of a better term, from those of us who can read auras."

"Who would do this?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "But doing this to you, of all the fae, is not an easy task. Galen is sending other fae after you. But he is sending them to their slaughter. They are no match for you even in your depleted state. It seems doubtful that he would glamour you and then send fae to their death. There is no logic to that."

"I don't understand," I said. I took a deep breath. "Why is he trying to get fae to kill me at all?" I asked finally.

"You will have to ask him that yourself," John shrugged. "The much more urgent concern is The Heart."

"Well," I said sardonically. "I'm not sure if it's more urgent than stopping a flow of assassins coming after me."

"You wouldn't think that if you had any memories of Drak," John said, shuddering at the thought.

"Him, I've met."

"What!" John was on his feet. "He lives again?"

"I don't know," I said. "I was transported to a throne room. He asked for my...fealty." I thought back to him demanding that I suck his cock, become his eternal slave by drinking his cum.

"I remember," John stared into nothing, haunted eyes looking into the distant past. "After all these years I remember his demands." He came back to the present. "You weren't transported physically? It was more like this dream state?"

"Yes."

"Oh," he sighed in relief, sitting back down. "We still have time."

"Time for what?"

"To stop Drak."

"How?"

John grimaced as he thought about that simple question. "No idea," he said finally. "We need more answers. Get your memories back. And then come find me. I will contemplate on this further."

"How can I find you?" I asked.

"With your memories," he replied sardonically. "That will not be a problem. We vampires are creatures of habits. I have not changed mine since last we crossed paths." He started to fade away.

"Wait," I called out as the room began to vanish as well. "I have more questions!"

"Get your memories," John's disembodied voice spoke distantly. "All will be revealed."