The Fae Hunter Ch. 07

"Mikal?"

I studied her. She was athletic. Firm, sexy body built to fight and fuck. The essence within her called to me. As I stood over her, examining her inside and out, she started to become aroused. I could easily smell the scent of her skin, of her pussy. She looked up at me wordlessly, completely turned on by my power. She knew, on an instinctive level, that her life was in my hands and it was an aphrodisiac for her. I pulled my cock out. I would allow her the pleasure of sucking on it as I drained her of her life.

The human got up on her knees and gripped the shaft of my cock with both hands, feeling it grow and harden in her grip. Her head came forward and she enveloped the head of my cock with her mouth. I gripped her hair in one hand as she worshipped me with her hands and mouth. I could smell and sense how wet and engorged her pussy was as she serviced me. She would die happy. I raised my left hand to suction her life force out of her when I noticed a tendril of magic connecting us. As I studied it closer, I realized it wasn't a tendril, but a bond. She was my familiar.

The female was working more and more of my cock into her mouth as she pistoned her hands up and down the shaft. My right hand was entangled in her hair, gripping it tightly. She moaned and took one hand off my cock to reach down and start rubbing herself. My cock head was now at the entrance of her throat and she gagged and choked each time she forced more of my cock in her mouth. Saliva was covering the first six or seven inches of my cock and was flying out of her mouth all over herself and the ground. With the next push, my cock entered her throat. Seven, eight, nine inches sliding all the way down. The only thing stopping the rest of my cock from going down her throat was her hand still gripping the base of my shaft.

I was about to start fucking her throat. Through our bond I was feeding her magic and siphoning her aura at the same time. The Heart sang its displeasure. I pulled back until I was just barely still in the human's throat and was preparing to shove my cock all the way back down when I sensed the fae. There were two. They were coming toward us from the sky. Coming fast.

I shoved the woman off my cock. She fell onto her back, one hand inside her pants and rubbing furiously. She was moaning and begging for my cock.

"Silence woman," I snarled, looking up. Trying to see the fae who dared come at me. I put my cock back inside my pants without looking down. She moaned her disappointment.

"What's wrong Mikal?"

"Fae," I said. "Coming fast."

And then they were there, swooping down and landing ten feet from us. They were ugly, gnarled. Drooping, saggy breasts falling down toward their stomachs. Flabby skin hung off skeletal frames. The hair on their head was long and stringy. Patches of hair had fallen out, leaving sections of their head bald. The skin and bones appearance to their naked bodies made them look like they were on death's door.

"Harpies," the human female breathed in astonishment. But her startlement didn't slow her getting ready to fight. With speed no human could duplicate she was on her feet, sword in hand before she had finished saying the word.

"Hound," one harpy said, looking at the human in distaste. "You crossed the wrong lord. It is time to pay the price."

"And then we will have fun with your plaything," the other said, licking her lips as she leered at me.

I looked in scorn at the fae. They were so weak that they thought my familiar was a fae and I, a human. Even in my depleted and starved state they would be no match for me. Drak's Heart sang to me in hunger, craving the life essence of the harpies.

"We don't mean you any harm," the human woman lied to the harpies, sword at the ready. I meant to harm them, even if she didn't. "Leave. There does not need to be bloodshed this night."

"Run little man," the harpy staring at me said. "I love the hunt."

"Oh," the other harpy told my familiar. "There will be so much blood." She cackled. The harpy pointed a clawed hand at the woman. "First yours." She then pointed her claw at me. "And then your plaything's. So much blood."

My familiar launched herself at the harpy. A human would have been helpless before such speed. The harpy hopped up in the air, bat-like wings unfurling and sweeping it up into the sky. She hovered there, red eyes glaring down at my female. Teresa slashed upward toward the harpy as it flew up, just barely missing a claw like foot.

The second harpy grinned at me as she hopped closer to Teresa. Her wings uncurled like they were on springs. Neither Teresa nor I had noticed the curved claw on the end of each wing tip until it slashed into Teresa's side. She cried out in pain, spinning and slashing her sword at the second harpy. The wing retracted back into itself just as quickly as it had unfurled. The sword had no chance to hit it.

The first harpy, seeing Teresa distracted swooped down on top of her, smashing the woman into the ground. Teresa's sword flew out of her hand.

"Come here harpy," I told the second harpy who was about to join her sister in killing the human. "Two on one isn't a fair fight."

"So brave," the harpy purred. "Maybe I will fuck you before I kill you." She looked over at her sister harpy and the human grappling on the ground, barely sparing me a look. But she had stopped advancing for a moment.

The one on the ground with Teresa bit into her shoulder and then reared back in surprise. "You are human!" she accused the female. "That means..." she turned her head to look at me. Teresa took that moment of surprise to kick the harpy off her. She rolled to her feet, pulling a dagger out at the same time.

The harpy who wanted to fuck me turned her full attention on me in equal astonishment. But it was too late. I was on top of her, throwing her to the ground and following down to land on top of her. One hand on her throat, the other pressed into her chest. Drak's Heart channeled through me, a volcano of power that suctioned every last particle of the harpy into itself. I stood up, dusting myself off and turned to the first harpy that stood there in shock.

Teresa was about to launch herself back at the harpy but I waved her back. "No," I told her. "She is mine." I felt my fingers grow and nails elongate. My mouth widened, teeth transforming. Soon I stood before them in my true form. Longer, leaner, and more deadly than any human.

I pointed a finger at the harpy. The nail was three inches long and razor sharp. And strong enough to cut through metal armor. A harpy's skin would be child's play. "You come at me," I said. "You attack my familiar. You dare?"

"Vampire," the harpy hissed. She fell to her knees. "I didn't know. I was told you were a hound. A werewolf. Forgive me."

I was leaning over her. My hand landed her shoulder, nails puncturing through her skin and embedding all the way to fingertips. Blood started seeping around my fingers. I put my mouth next to the harpy's ear. "There will be so much blood."

She shrieked in pain and terror as I turned my head hand sunk my teeth into her neck. Her blood gushed into my mouth. I reveled in the taste. This was the nourishment that I craved and needed. The harpy's magic flowed into me. Drak's Heart wailed and railed against me as I fed myself instead of it. It pulsed its displeasure, shooting shards of radiating pain outward from my heart. The pleasure I got from draining the life of the harpy outweighed the pain from The Heart.

The harpy tried to fight against me. I laughed into the gushing blood at its attempts. I shredded it with my nails, glorying in the pleasure that its pain and fear gave me. The harpy grew weaker and weaker until it died. I stood up, no longer interested in it now that I had fed from its magic, life, fear, and pain.

"Is that you Mikal?" my familiar asked me, looking at me in wonder. And fear. I tasted her fear in the air and it made me smile in pleasure. She shrank back away. I dragged the back of my hand across my mouth to wipe the blood away. I flicked my hand, sending the blood to the ground.

I grew hard, imagining myself crushing her life out as I literally fucked her to death. "Michael," I growled. "My name is Michael. And I am death."

The human dropped her dagger and stepped up to me. She looked up at me wonder. I breathed her essence. The fear had not been at me. It had been for me. She lightly, gently traced my fangs. "Wow," she breathed.

I closed down Drak's Heart. It wanted to be fed more. I shut it off from me. The bond between my familiar and myself flared in power as if The Heart had been dampening the connection. I felt the familiar's emotions as if they were my own. Concern. Curiosity. Love. I fell to my knees as my body contracted. My nails sheathing into my skin. My fangs retracted. My body lessoned. I was less than. I would have fallen over completely if Teresa hadn't held me up.

"Fuck," I said. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Teresa said. "Are you okay?" Her voice sounded far away. Distant. I was so tired.

I woke up with the early morning sunlight streaming into my face. Teresa was curled against me, snuggled into my body. I felt sticky and dirty. Looking myself over, I realized I was covered in blood. I grimaced in disgust.

"You're awake," Teresa said. I tilted my head down to look at her. Her eyes were wide alert and concerned.

I sat up. "Yeah," I said. "I feel pretty good." I curled up my lip. "Except for all the blood."

"You didn't seem very put off by it last night," she grinned at me. She eyed me curiously. "Do you remember last night?"

"The harpies?" I asked. "Me turning into a monster?" The fight came back to me slowly. "You were injured!" I exclaimed. I turned to look her over.

"I'm okay," she assured me. "I woke up and was completely healed."

"How?" I asked in astonishment. I felt the skin where she had been injured. There wasn't even a scar.

"I don't know," Teresa said. "I guess it was you. Or our connection." She looked at me closely. "You were acting really weird," Teresa said. "Saying weird shit."

"Everything is vague and cloudy," I admitted. "Like it was someone else. Or long ago." I rubbed my temple. "The more I try to think about it, the more my head hurts."

"Let it go," Teresa said quickly. "Give it time."

I was quiet and withdrawn for the rest of the day. Nursing my blood hang over. Ignoring how I felt. Wondering why Teresa was still traveling with me. That evening I waved away the food she cooked and sat away from the fire. Away from her.

"What's going on?" she asked finally.

"Why are you still here?" I answered with my own burning question.

She got in front of me. Got down on her knees so that she could easily see my face. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a monster," I said.

"You're a fae," she replied. She looked at me curiously. "Don't all fae have multiple forms?"

"Really?" I said. "That's it?"

She shrugged. "This is your human form. That," she waved toward the road we had been traveling along. "That was your vampire form." She grinned, trying to catch my eyes. I was looking down and away from her. "Way better than the werewolf form." She gave a mock shudder. "And so much hotter than harpies."

I gave her a reluctant smile. "All fae have different forms?"

"Of course," she said. "Didn't you know that?"

I shook my head. "I can't seem to remember or think about fae much at all."

"That spell thing," she said, nodding thoughtfully.

"John called it a glamour," I said.

"You act more fae like when it degrades," she said. "Last night, it cracked open for a little while."

"You need to run away," I told her. "If it happens again." I paused and started over. "When it happens again, I can't guarantee your safety."

"You would never hurt me," she said, waving off my concern.

I remembered almost killing her. Wanting to eat her soul.

"You don't understand," I told her angrily, turning away. "I don't have control."

"Yes, you do," Teresa said. She placed her palm over my heart. She crowded her body in toward my own. "We are connected," she said. "There is a bond between us."

"I called you a familiar," I said haltingly. A vague memory, like a dream fading away, came back to me. She was mine to do with as I wished, I remembered thinking.

"That's right," she said. "The other vampire called me that as well." She brought her face right up to mine. "And that bond goes both ways. You can feel me. But I can feel you too."

"You can?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I can. And you had no intention of killing me. No anger towards me."

I struggled to remember what I had felt. What I had thought. But it was slipping further and further away.

"Trust me," she whispered. "We are bonded."

"I feed off of you," I said forlornly. "I think."

"So," she dismissed my words. "You also make me stronger. Feed from me," she said. She grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes. "Feed from me," she said again. "Because when you do, you also give to me."

"Feed from you?" I yelled. "Feed from you? Did you see what I looked like when I feed?"

"Yes," she said. "I do. I was there, remember?" She laughed lightly. "You were beautiful. Tall. Elegant. Deadly."

"Beautiful!" I was scornful in my disgust.

"Yes," she said. "You are the ultimate top predator." She leaned back, sitting on her haunches. "Magnificent. Majestic."

"And a killing machine."

"Oh yeah," Teresa said. She was looking up at me. Showing me with her body and face how she felt. Turned on by me. In awe of my power. "A fucking killing machine." I looked down at her in confusion.

"What?" she said, grinning up at me. Her eyes flashed her arousal. "I'm a warrior. A killer. Knowing that I get to fuck and suck and lick the most powerful killer I've ever seen? Hell, yeah." She pressed her face against my leg, eyes staring straight into mine. "Sign me up," she purred.

"I might kill you," I said. "I might eat you."

"You won't," she promised. "But what a way to go." She laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with her. It was wrong. But sexy.

The next day was easier. Teresa's acceptance of who and what I was had eased my heart and mind. The long, slow sex that had followed our conversation had convinced me that she had meant every word she had said. I felt lighter and more free.

We would arrive at Rhineville before night fall and I was eager to find out what, if anything, Hastenbond was hiding. I knew Cynthia would not be there, but I was curious to see what kind of excuse she had given for leaving. Or if she had just disappeared. I found myself walking faster and faster. Eager for more answers. We got to the edge of the forest just after mid-day and I paused, peering into the wooded area.

"What is it?" Teresa asked. She was at the ready for an attack. I looked over at her curiously. She consciously let go of the pommel of her sword. She shrugged with a smile. "We haven't been attacked in over a day. I'm on edge."

I laughed. "I don't sense anything," I said. "My cabin is in the woods. I was wondering if we should check it out or not."

"Is there anything there you need?" Teresa asked.

"No," I shook my head. "Nothing important." I thought about the horrible beer I was brewing. It wouldn't haven't gotten better over the last few weeks. "Nothing," I repeated.

"On to Rhineville, then?"

"Yep," I nodded.

We followed the road until we got to the path that led to Margery's house.

"Hold on," I called to Teresa. "A...friend lives here. We should stop and say hello."

"Another friend?" Teresa asked with a raised eyebrow. "Thought you didn't have many of those?" she teased.

"I don't," I admitted.

Teresa followed a few steps behind me as I walked towards the ranch house. I was about fifty yards from the front door when it flew open and Margery came barreling out. I risked a look behind me and shook my head as I saw Teresa begin to unsheathe her sword. She took a step forward and to the side, just in case. I smiled at her diligence before turning back to Margery.

Margery raced toward me, her tight shirt having no chance to hold her huge breasts in place. They bounced wildly under the shirt, threatening escape at each step. I smiled at the sight. She leapt into my arms. She hugged me tight with arms and legs as I held her up against me by grabbing under her ass.

"You're alive," she screeched in my ear. "You're alive."

"I'm good," I assured her. "Safe and sound." It was then that she took in Teresa standing there and watching us with a bemused look. Margery slid down my body until she was standing on her own two feet again.

"Hi," she said to Teresa, eyeing her over carefully. The two women took a moment stare at each other. They both nodded at the same time. "I'm Margery."

"Teresa."

"I like you better than the witch," Margery declared.

"Witch?" Teresa asked, staring at Margery. She had a look between confusion and humor on her face. I looked between the two of them. They were communicating on a level that I was not quite privy to.

"Sorry," Margery said to me. "I just never liked Cynthia. I'm glad she's gone." She put one hand over her mouth. "Shit," she cringed. "She's gone, Mikal."

"I know," I said with a small laugh. "She wasn't who I thought she was." I paused and looked at her in confusion. "You didn't like her? You were best friends since childhood. You, Cynthia and Geena."

"No, we weren't," Margery denied. "She showed up in town a few months after you did. I never liked her."

I looked down at her and shook my head. "That can't be right," I told her. "I know that you all told me that you were best friends. I remember it clearly."

"Mikal," Teresa said placing a hand on my arm. "It might be part of the glamour. Or she might be glamoured in her own right."

"Glamour?" Margery asked.

"Yeah," I said. "It's a type of spell that mages can put on people." I grimaced. "Someone put one on me."

"Cynthia!" Margery hissed. "I knew it. The witch!"

I smiled grimly. "Maybe," I acknowledged. "Maybe it was her."

"Thank you," Margery said to Teresa, giving her a full body hug.

Teresa returned the hug, awkwardly at first, but then fully when Margery didn't let go immediately. "Umm," she said once the hug was over. "You're welcome? What are you thanking me for?"

"I know you had something to do with breaking the spell thing," Margery said.

"Glamour," I interjected bemusedly, smiling at the interaction between the two women.

"I can feel that I have Mikal back," Margery said. "Cynthia's influence is gone."

"I didn't have anything to do with that." Teresa protested half-heartedly.

"Pshhh," Margery waved away her objections. She held onto Teresa's arm and started walking her into the house. She looked back at me over her shoulder with a teasing smile. "Take care of the horse and bags," Margery told me. "Teresa and I have lots to talk about."

"Uhh," I said. "We can't stay. We have to get into town."

"Nonsense," Margery waved away my words. "You have to stay the night. I haven't seen you in weeks. Months if you count the time that you were spelled by the witch."

Teresa looked back at me and shrugged. She raised an eyebrow, wordlessly asking if she needed to extricate herself from the other woman.

I shook my head and grinned. "I guess we're staying the night then."

"I like her," Teresa said. She was grinding down on me, getting as much of my cock inside of her as she could get.

"Do you?" I grunted, pushing up as she ground down. She gasped as I pressed against her cervix.

"Yes," she sighed, lifting up. Pushing back down.

"You know," I said with a laugh. "Some might think this is a weird conversation to have while having sex."