Wild Desire Ch. 07

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Feldspar looked between the two Lords of the Wood, grappling for reality. Just seconds before, his Lord had had him pressed up against a tree. He was still a bit dazed from the delicious things his Lord had been doing to him. Now a second Lord had appeared with his human lover in his grip.

It took only a fraction of a second for Feldspar to act. He wrapped an arm around the closest Lord's neck, cutting off his airway. He drew his knife and pressed it lightly just under the Lord's ribcage.

"Not another word," he said calmly as the Lord thrashed in his grip. Feldspar kicked him decisively in the back of the knee, knocking his feet out from under him.

Feldspar locked eyes with the wide-eyed human woman just down the path from him. Sometime during the scuffle she had drawn her knife and was holding it shakily between herself and the Lord who gripped her arm. "Which one do you reckon?" Feldspar called out.

The Lord holding Daniella's arm loosened his grip, allowing her to move her knife more fully between them. She looked up at him. His jade green eyes were dancing and his posture was relaxed. He didn't seem the least bit concerned about the knife she was pointing at him or his perfect twin writhing in Feldspar's grip.

Daniella scanned back through the entire day. She had been with her Lord the entire time. How could Hemlock have made a switch? Her stomach plummeted as she realized how pointless it was. Hemlock could have replaced her Lord days or weeks previously. He had done it to Nephrite. She would have to sort out who was who based on what she could glean right now.

"Should we kill the other one?" she asked the Lord holding her arm.

He smiled wryly. "I doubt any in the Wood would grieve Hemlock's demise, but I prefer not to break old alliances over a bit of mischief."

She looked at Feldspar's Lord. He was thrashing like a wet cat. She almost smiled at the easy way Feldspar disarmed his every move.

"Little One," murmured her Lord. "I am going to let you go now. Please do not stab me." He released her arm with an apologetic rub over the mark he had left.

"Slave — " the other Lord choked out. Daniella glanced at her Lord standing beside her. He knew she wasn't just a slave. She was his Little One. But Hemlock didn't know that.

Daniella locked eyes with Feldspar. "He's Hemlock," she said, nodding toward the cursing faery in his arms.

Feldspar tightened his grip on the faery's neck, squeezing a gurgling cry from him. Feldspar's golden hair and eyes gleamed like they were on fire, and the muscles in his arms bulged as he flexed around the helpless faery's throat. He was glowing with fury and power.

"Feldspar," her Lord said, a clear note of warning in his voice. "Do not kill Hemlock."

The faery was beginning to sag in Feldspar's arms. Feldspar sank his knife into the faery an inch. The Lord in his arms went deathly still. Feldspar smiled. It was a smile Daniella hoped she would never see on his face again.

"Of course, my Lord," he said almost sweetly. "I am only reminding Hemlock of his manners." He twisted the knife and the faery screamed. At last Hemlock dropped his glamor, revealing his face. Feldspar shoved Hemlock to his knees. The pale faery roared in pain as the knife slid out of him. He landed on his hands and knees, panting and wild-eyed.

"Have Oleander see to your wounds," the Lord said in dismissal. Hemlock pushed himself to his feet and clamped a hand over his wound. He gave a mocking nod to the Lord and blew a kiss to Feldspar before stumbling down the path.

Once he was out of sight, Daniella let out a long exhale. She reached for her Lord. She needed to feel him and know that he was solid, unharmed. Her hand met empty air where he had been standing moments before. He was already striding down the path toward Feldspar.

Feldspar was cleaning his knife was jerky movements, compulsively wiping each side over and over. "Feldspar," his Lord said gently, placing a hand on his.

Feldspar looked up. The righteous fury was gone from his expression, replaced by devastation. The Lord took his knife and placed it back on his belt with steady hands. He took Feldspar into his arms and held him for a long while.

"I'm so sorry, my Lord," Feldspar said. "He was — "

"Hush, Feldspar. This is what Hemlock does. You have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to be sorry for." The Lord placed a hand lovingly on Feldspar's cheek and stared deep into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed him softly. Feldspar melted into his arms with a whimper.

Daniella tore her eyes away from them. Unexpected tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. It wasn't a secret that her Lord was involved with Feldspar. But knowing was different from seeing. Seeing the way he comforted Feldspar, she couldn't deny the love her Lord had for him. She couldn't pretend that just because things were getting serious with her, her Lord had made things exclusive. She didn't even know if monogamy was a thing among the faeries. She wiped her eyes quickly and took a few steadying breaths. Now was not the time to fall apart.

That evening in the Meeting Tree, Daniella knelt in her usual place beside her Lord's throne. Her body was used to the posture now: legs tucked under her, back ramrod straight, hands folded over thighs, eyes staring unseeing straight ahead. Usually when she wasn't serving as entertainment she spent the time dissociated from her body, thinking about her ecological research or experimental design.

Her Lord sat on his throne of living vines surveying his people. The evening was just getting started. Most of the faeries were eating, drinking and talking in clusters. The band was playing a lively jig for a few dancers.

Feldspar and Nephrite were across the room at a banquet table. They picked at plates of food listlessly under Gneiss' watchful eye. When she had heard what had happened, she had insisted on staying by her lover's side in case Hemlock tried to torment him further. This had left Nephrite no choice but to come to the Meeting Tree for the first time since the envoys had arrived. Daniella scanned the room uneasily for Hemlock and Oleander. She dreaded the moment they realized Nephrite was out of hiding.

Her Lord shifted restlessly in his throne. Daniella glanced at him and followed his gaze to his friends. To the casual onlooker he looked completely at ease, bored even. Over the last few weeks Daniella had learned to read him better than almost anyone. She noticed the way he followed his friends' movements a bit too closely, the way he scanned the room constantly for threats. She saw the tiny furrow in his brow, the subtle clenching and unclenching of his jaw, his unnaturally still posture.

"My Lord," she whispered without looking up at him. "Just go check on them already. I'll be fine."

He went still for a moment, the only sign that he had heard her. After a few minutes he slid off his throne and glided down to Feldspar, Nephrite and Gneiss. Daniella watched the familiar way he touched Gneiss in greeting, the gentle pat he gave Nephrite's shoulder, the peck on the cheek he gave to Feldspar. Each easy gesture of affection sparked a tiny pang of loss in her. She knew their charade as slave and master was meant to mark her as off-limits to Hemlock and Oleander. There was no way for her Lord to treat her lovingly in front of the faery envoys. It still sucked.

She tried to think about other things. She puzzled over how the stream in the Wood had gotten contaminated and devised various experiments she might perform if she had the equipment and reagents necessary. She considered whether getting additional samples might be wise so she could determine whether the levels of contamination were increasing or decreasing. She thought about the food chain that relied on the stream, and the fragility of various species up the chain.

Her eyes slid back to her Lord. He was speaking intently to Feldspar, one arm clasped around his back to pull him in close. Daniella looked away quickly. There was no reason to torture herself. She forced herself to think about friends and family back home, making up stories for what they might be doing now. Was it Thanksgiving yet? Had the trees started turning colors? Who was hosting a holiday cookie exchange, and were they stressed about providing vegan, gluten-free, nut-free and kid-friendly options?

Daniella's thoughts refused to stay on safe topics. Instead she found herself searching out Hemlock and Oleander again. This time, she found them. Hemlock was laughing amongst a small group of faeries. Oleander was next him, whispering conspiratorially in Garnet's ear. The pink haired faery woman smirked at him in response, leaning toward him. Daniella fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was amazing that any faeries of the Wood would socialize with the two envoys despite her Lord's warnings about their true nature.

As if they could feel her gaze Hemlock and Oleander looked over at her in unison. Daniella knew she should lower her eyes to the floor. She gave them each a hard stare instead. Hemlock turned to Oleander and Garnet and by some agreement the three of them started wending their way across the tree toward her.

Daniella looked for her Lord immediately, unease flooding her. He was gone. Feldspar, Nephrite and Gneiss were nowhere to be found either. She scanned the dance floor. Faeries had mobbed it and were twirling and leaping in a lively jig. They weren't at any of the feasting tables either. Her eyes darted to the balconies and lounging cushions around the room. There were too many places they could be.

Hemlock and Oleander mounted the steps of the dais and circled her. Garnet hung back at the foot of the steps, uncertainty plain on her face. She knew better than to disrespect her Lord at the foot of his own throne.

"How careless the Lord has become," Oleander said, fingering the hilt of his knife.

Hemlock smiled cruelly. "I do believe my little farce earlier upset him. He must be off drying his fucktoy's tears."

Daniella looked straight ahead, pretending she could neither see nor hear them. It took all her self-control not to react as they circled behind her.

"Perhaps he is just upset you can fuck his boy better than he can," Oleander drawled.

Hemlock chuckled. "Whose to say it isn't the other way around?" he replied. "He always struck me as a bit... soft."

Oleander smirked. "Tell us slave, is that how you knew it was Hemlock today? Was he just not quite pathetic enough to be your master?" Daniella bit her tongue, rage flooding her.

Hemlock stood in front of Daniella and stared her straight in the eyes. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. "You love playing dangerous games, do you not Slave? Your precious master would like you to believe he is dangerous, but he falls so short. I can scratch that itch for you. Come with me," he said.

Daniella's eyes blazed with fury and fear. "Not without my master's permission."

"You will do as I say, human. You do not want to anger us."

"You wouldn't dare hurt me," Daniella said with more bravado than she felt. "The Lord would skin you alive for laying a hand on me."

Hemlock straightened up and gave Oleander a look Daniella couldn't decipher.

"Your Lord is not here," Hemlock said. He stood and scanned the room deliberately, returning his eyes to hers to drive home the fact that nobody was coming to save her.

"What's more, your Lord has grown weak," Oleander added. "Caring for animals like you."

"Animals," Hemlock said in agreement. "Shall we remind him that that is all you are, Slave? Perhaps he has been filling your head with ideas that you are worth something. You certainly seemed to be on familiar terms this afternoon."

Oleander took a step forward and placed a firm hand on Daniella's jaw. "Open," he said. Daniella thrashed in his firm grip. She knew it was pointless but if she was going down she would go down fighting.

"Fuck. You," she spat.

Oleander's eyes gleamed with cold displeasure. He forced her mouth open. Hemlock produced a vial from his pocket. Daniella threw herself backward, hoping she could somehow escape. As she did she caught Garnet's eyes. The faery nodded subtly, as if to tell her she had her back. Daniella stopped struggling. She knew it was pointless. She just hoped Garnet would go find her Lord.

The liquid tasted like mint and coffee. Oleander held a hand over her nose and mouth until she had swallowed it all down, and then a bit longer just to watch her panic.

Heat slithered through Daniella's veins, pulsing through her with each heartbeat. The air around her felt soft and fuzzy. It tickled her face and made her ears feel like they were stuffed with wriggly cotton. Everything felt just a tad tingly.

Oleander released her face. The sensation of his hands brushing across her cheeks sent shivers through Daniella's body. She wrapped her arms around herself defensively and discovered that every move of her body was deliciously pleasurable. She shuddered.

Hemlock leaned down. His hot breath against her ear made her see stars. "Someday, Slave, your precious Lord will see you for the animal you are. He will not suffer you to stay here forever. And on that day I will fuck you. I will fuck you in the ass. I will fuck you in the pussy. I will fuck that mouth you dare to use to speak to your betters. I will fuck you until there is nothing left of you. And then I will give you to my brother."

Something like fear tried to rise in Daniella, but the sensation of Hemlock's breath against her was so tantalizing that it scattered all rational thought.

Oleander leaned down and whispered. "You will wish to die when Hemlock is done with you, but I have no intention of killing you until we have drained you dry. At night I dream of how I will keep you fresh so that we can savor everything you are. Hemlock and I have discussed some new techniques we would very much like to apply to you. Perhaps we can even keep you clinging to life for years."

A tear slid down Daniella's cheek, the only expression her drugged body could make in the face of the overwhelming terror of their words paired with the overwhelming pleasure every sensation brought. She opened her mouth to speak and found that she could find no words. Her thoughts were a swirl of color and warmth and pictures. When she tried to martial them into orderly speech they scattered to the stars.

Oleander tipped her head back and dragged his knife across her jugular. She shivered and whimpered. Something tickled and caressed her neck and she moaned. Oleander raised his knife and Daniella stared at it, uncomprehending. It was bright red. She felt no pain, only a warm, shivery sensation as something trickled down her neck.

"Come, Oleander. If we kill her now we will not have as much fun later," Hemlock said. The two faeries laughed and slid out of her view, disappearing into the crowd.

Daniella lost time.

She became the twang of the fiddle and the trill of the pipe, her body lost in the crowd on the dance floor. A male faery brushed against her arm and Daniella threw her head back in ecstasy. Her fingertips rode the air currents in patterns that followed the swell and color of the music. The music flowed through her, moving her in ecstatic, joyous dance.

Daniella moved in and out of awareness. A shred of gratitude came to her that she had no idea where Hemlock and Oleander were. Just as soon as the thought came, it was replaced by fascination with the mesmerizing way the lights twirled and twinkled like stars. She fell back into the music, the beat moving her body. She could hear the tinkling music of the lights and feel the brush of music on her skin and taste the joy of the faeries around her.

Some time later a weight pulled Daniella back into her body. She opened her eyes to find a glowing pink-haired faery woman holding her tightly by the arms. She was saying something but all Daniella could hear was the music. The pink woman gave her a little shake. Daniella laughed as she imagined all the little pieces of herself rattling around like shiny, jingly bells. The woman frowned. Daniella found herself being dragged. The woman moved too quickly. The scenes around her were blurs and splashes of color and sound. Daniella wanted to linger and watch them resolve into full pictures, but the faery wouldn't let her.

Finally the woman stopped. She was speaking to someone. Someone. Someone. Someone... Daniella knew she wanted to see this someone. Her head was floating a few feet above her body, so she reached up and tugged it down. Slowly her field of vision shifted from the swirling stars on the ceiling to the faery in front of her. His eyes were pulsing, glowing streaks of bright clover and jade. His wild, tousled black hair looked so soft and touchable. He smelled like autumn rain and his voice, when he spoke, sounded like cello music.

Daniella wanted to speak to him. She was aware he was speaking to her, though she couldn't piece the words together. She opened her mouth but only a whimper came out. He took her shuddering, writhing body in his arms. He felt like safety. She clung to him as they whirled through stars and darkness in a cartwheeling tumble through the spaces between spaces.

Time slipped forwards and sideways. Daniella came to herself lying on a rug. Her Lord was bustling around his kitchen. Her body was fuzzy and even tiny movements produced shivery, warm pleasure. Her thoughts were at least relatively orderly.

"Lord?" she groaned, delighted the word came to her.

He put the bottles he had been carrying down and knelt by her side. "Little One, are you well?"

"I'm so good," she said, luxuriating in the pleasure of speech.

He smiled tightly. "Tell me what you took."

Daniella shuffled through her memories from the night. "Lemloh and Holeadner?" That didn't sound quite right. She frowned and pursed her lips. The right names evaded her like minnows darting into the rocky recesses of her murky mind.

Her Lord's eyes darkened. "I should have known," he muttered.

Daniella snatched at another passing thought. "You — left me — for hours." She mustered the strength to smack him on the shoulder, instantly setting off a cascade of delicious sensation and shivers from the contact. Daniella moaned softly and closed her eyes.

Her Lord stifled a chuckle. "What was hours for you was five minutes for me, Little One. I had my eyes on you the entire time you were on the dais. It was only when you wandered off that I lost you."

Daniella snorted. "Wander off?" She stared at him, trying to understand. "Didn't you see Lem — Holea — you know who. I stayed. You must have seen them. You saw what they did to me. I stayed!"

"I promise you, Little One, I did not see them. I would never leave you alone with them. They must have used one of their illusions to obscure what was truly happening."

Daniella sighed and ran a hand over her collarbone, losing herself in the golden, glowing sensation the light touch created. Her Lord's voice pulled her back too soon.

"Can you stand, Little One? We must go back down."

Daniella pushed herself up, swaying. Her Lord steadied her. He disappeared into another room momentarily. When he returned he was carrying an evening gown of green velvet covered in intricate gold embroidery of vines and flowers. Daniella obediently let him strip her of her revealing slave clothes, trembling at the overwhelming desire his light touches incited. She slid her arms into the full-length sleeves, delighting in the way the soft fabric covered her so completely. She tucked her hands in the folds of her skirt, luxuriating in the caress of the soft fabric against her skin.