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cuttingthe-painter · 3 years ago

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Alard the Fae

Artwork by @maxspite

We enter the fairy court again, this time a hidden maze where the fairy queen sends offending humans. At the end of this maze is a fae mercenary, a powerful royal, but an outcast all the same for his oddities and power. But still, he is held in place by his human caretaker.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

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The frosty morning made itself known as you woke from slumber. The crispness of the air and the scent of cold upon your nose let you know, without looking, that outside the world would be covered in delicate frost. The labyrinth would appear like glass as soon as the sun hit it.

“Fuck, he’s going to be whiny this morning,” you grumbled as you put on your slippers. “Best nip that in the bud.” You pulled on your quilted robe and left your chambers.

The hallway showed signs of life escaping the labyrinth outside. Small creatures scaled the walls, sluthered between cracks in the stone, or fluttered through the air as you passed by. You swatted at pixies as they tried to rip at your hair. They must have locked the cats in the kitchen again, you thought.

Down the hallway, the pixies left you alone, avoiding the very room you were heading towards. You let yourself in without knocking, going across the room towards the fireplace. Across the room is a great bed with an even greater lump in the middle.

The lump pulsed and writhed, it shifted back and forth before eyes peered out from under the blankets. Their icy blueness would have filled the room with an extra chill for most, but not for you. You were used to these eyes and immune to their effects now.

“It is cold,” a deep voice rumbled.

“And what does it look like I am doing, my lord?” You scoffed over your shoulder.

A long, pale hand jutted out from under the blankets and a finger pointed at you. “Your job in this labyrinth is to take care of me! ”

You tutted as you added wood to the fire. “Oh, poor baby.”

“How dare you mock me?” He hissed.

“Lord Alard, my job here is to keep things running. I am not your mother, nor a babysitter, nor a guardian to you because you are a grown man.” You fanned the embers, hoping it would catch flame soon so you could head to the kitchen and take care of yourself.

The blanket shut around the bed and deep grumblings could be heard underneath.

“What was that?” You called back.

The blanket rose until it slipped from Alard’s head and rested around his shoulders. His long black hair was matted and bunched from sleep, but he was attempting to look regal anyways.

You raised your brows at him then turned back to the fireplace.

“You’re only human,” he hissed. He loved to toss this in your face.

You scoffed. “Trust me, I know, my lord. You need not keep reminding me. And don’t go on with why I am here or I will stop trying to light this fire.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“I’ll bring breakfast once it is ready.” The flames were beginning to catch and the wood was crackling away. “Unless you have something else to say?” You stood, turning to look at him glaring in your direction.

His sharp features looked dulled by his sleepiness, and his usually silky hair was so unkempt it looked like thick briars. His long neck stretched further out, and the feathers sling the side of his face and jaw ruffled.

“Good morning then,” you said as you left his chambers.

Working for Lord Alard wasn’t exactly a dream position. Despite his power and authority he was kept at arm’s length by the rest of the unseelie court. His aunt, the queen, kept him in the labyrinth for several reasons. The biggest being he was dangerous and whoever got lost inside the labyrinth deserved to be found by him.

The kitchen was quiet that morning, but as you walked in, the stove burst to life and the lights brightened. You went over to the pantry and opened it, letting out several cats that went yowling into the halls to deal with the pixies. The kettle whistled and a teacup was placed upon the counter.

“Good morning, Dey,” you said as you filled the cup.

The cabinets rustled and a tea bag fell out from inside one. You picked it up and placed it into your cup.

“He’s in a mood this morning,” you said. “Do we have what it takes to make his favorite? Or am I asking too much?”

The stove opened and wisps of smoke billowed out. Tiny embers followed and a face was made amongst the smoke. “You spoil him.”

You shrugged. “I enjoy my free time. The happier he’s kept, the better off my day is and the more I get away with here.”

Dey sighed.

“What’s that?” You laughed.

“Oh nothing.” Dey’s image fluttered in the smoke, vanishing away until the cabinets began rustling and rattling again.

You sat with your tea until a bowl of cream appeared upon the table. “Out with it, Dey. I’d like to have some sensible conversation before Alard gets up and going.”

A pot was thrown onto the stove, rattling about until water dropped inside it. “Alard’s keepers never last long, that’s all I was thinking.”

“I am aware of the history,” you scoffed. “But I highly doubt that’s really what you were thinking, Dey.”

“Do you think it is because you’re human? Or is that perhaps the reason why you try so hard?” Dey asked.

You looked up from your tea as Dey opened the stove and you saw their form inside the embers.

Dey sighed again. “Changelings usually don’t last long inside the courts. Especially not the unseelie court.”

“And?” You huffed.

Dey slammed another pot onto the stove. “Perhaps that is why you last so long.”

You looked back down into your tea, stirring it slowly. “I have lasted so long because of luck. The queen thought I was cute as a baby, and she was in mourning. That is why I lasted. I learned how to handle myself amongst the fae. I studied magic, I befriended you, and now, it is my job to make sure Alard remains comfortable here so he doesn’t make a mess again.”

Dey chuckled.

“Oh what?” You huffed. “Out with it Dey!”

“You and Alard, so different, yet the same,” they breathed.

You were getting frustrated by Dey being so cryptic when two plates were placed in front of you. The cart was then bumped into the back of your seat.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” You loaded the cart and returned back to Alard’s chambers. The pixies were dispersed, and some of the cats looked very smug about themselves.

It was warm inside Alard’s chambers now, but he still hadn’t moved from his bed. You pushed the cart to the fireplace then went over to the bed.

“Get up, you lazy sack. You call yourself a dark terror. Look at you!” You picked up a pillow from the floor and struck the bed with it. The blanket caved in, there wasn’t a body in the bed. You clicked your tongue and sighed.

You were grabbed from behind by long limbs which gripped and pulled you. Long black nails dragged along your neck and Alard’s unkempt hair tickled the side of your face.

“Look at what?” He chuckled.

“A brat.” You tilted your head back to look up at him. “Go and eat your breakfast.”

Alard’s hand coiled around your neck. “I don’t usually let humans talk to me that way. What makes you think you're so special?”

“Stop trying to scare me,” you scoffed. “You try this routine every so often, I’m bored of it.”

His hand tightened around your neck and he lowered down to your ear. The black feathers on the back of his arm stood on end so they brushed against your cheek. “Bored you say? Then I need to up my game a little.”

You grabbed his wrist and the iron ring on your finger touched his skin. He wrenched back, pulling away from you and holding his hand aloft. “I told you to get rid of that!”

“You think I would listen to you?” You adjusted the ring on your finger. “Be grateful it’s just the ring.”

Alard sneered at you, watching you as you returned to the cart. “Be grateful I let you live.”

You snorted and started laughing. “My god, if the people who you caught in the labyrinth could see you now.”

His scowl deepened, and those sharp features began to awaken again.

“Sit down and eat breakfast,” you giggled. “Stop trying to look tough in front of me. You know it doesn’t work.”

Alard approached the cart, looking down at the plate of food before him. It was his favorite breakfast, so he didn’t say anything as he began to eat.

“I’ll brush your hair when you’re done,” you told him as you picked at your own food.

Alard placed a berry upon his lips. “I’m not a child. I can brush my own hair. I don’t need you babying me in the same breath as belittling me.”

“So says the big man who tried threatening me not but a few moments ago,” you tossed back.

Those eyes flashed up to you, sharp and frightening under any other circumstance. But you knew Alard too well to take them seriously.

Alard smirked. “That is what I dislike about you humans the most. Your assumed belief that you are superior.”

“When did I say I thought I was superior?” You asked.

“You needn’t say anything. It’s apparent.” Alard eyes flickered over you. “Thank goodness you are not a man, or it would be so much worse.”

You sniffed. “Finally, something we can agree upon.”

His smile grew. “Is that why you stay amongst the fae? Your displeasure with your own ilk?”

You looked up from your now empty tea cup. “I stay because I would be killed.”

“I keep you safe,” Alard replied.

A berry rolled across your plate and fell into some cream. You plucked it up and ate it, licking the pad of your finger.

“The labyrinth is better for you anyways,” he continued.

“Oh, suddenly it’s good I’m here. I thought I was lucky to be left alive,” you huffed.

Alard tilted his head to the side. “You are lucky. Being the queen’s pet and all. Your whole life is owed to luck.”

You glared up at him. “So I suppose it’s your misfortune I was placed here to care for you? A hunter of men and a human, what a pair!”

He clicked his tongue and set his empty plate down.

“Do you want me to brush your hair?” You asked.

His cold eyes flicked away. “I suppose, if you want to.”

“Brat,” you said within a cough.

Alard’s vanity was a mess. His things were scattered about the surface, disorganized and chaotic. You found his comb and brush, both of which were hidden amongst the damage. As you picked them up, you saw Alard’s reflection in the mirror. He stood behind you, watching as you searched the chaos of the vanity.

“I don’t see how you make such messes,” you sighed.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Alard walked around you, sitting down before the vanity. “Don’t pull my hair this time.”

“It’s a briar patch, you may feel a few tugs.” You started with the comb, working at the ends so brushing through the worst of the thicket wouldn’t be a chore.

Alard grunted as you started brushing. “Be careful.”

“I’m surprised you’re anxious about a little scalp pain with all you do,” you chuckled. “You can get bloody, but what woe is it I pull your hair.”

“No wonder my auntie likes you. You’re just as mean as she is,” he pouted.

You smirked, making work of the tangles and mess of his hair. “You think so? That’s a mighty compliment. She must like you to some degree to send me here and care for you. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

He sighed, leaning back as you worked. “I suppose it is nice having someone care for you. My last keeper wouldn’t even come into my room, let alone have the joy of brushing my hair.”

You leaned down close enough so your lips touched his ear. “You think I care about you?”

Alard snapped his fingers at you. “Don’t start. I’m trying to be kind.”

“That must be difficult for you.” You giggled.

“Oh, so funny,” he grumbled.

The comb started moving smoothly through his dark hair, and green shimmer began to appear. You switched to the brush so that it brought out the luster and shine in his locks. His head turned slightly and he huffed.

“I don’t want to go out into the labyrinth today,” he grumbled.

“Is there someone out there?” You asked.

“Just arrived.” he leaned back in his chair and grumbled. “It is so cold out there, I dread the hunt today.”

“You’ll survive.” You set the comb and brush down. “There, much better. Do you want me to braid it for you?”

Alard rose from his seat. “No. I have to go.” He went to his wardrobe and opened it. “I can feel whoever is out there moving about violently.”

You picked up his robe as he dropped it from his form and laid it over the vanity chair. You then went to his bed to make it. “That is how you like them.”

“Not when it is cold,” he growled. He got dressed as you made the bed, then left without saying a word. You cleaned up the cart and left, going back to the kitchen to deliver the dirty dishes.

Later that afternoon, there was a scream that rattled through the castle. You looked up from your tea and even Dey went still.

“My goodness,” Dey murmured. “What on earth was that?”

“Probably Alard playing with whatever wandered into the labyrinth today,” you sighed. “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Dey shifted, moving about the kitchen. “I’m not so sure.”

You looked towards Dey with a look of confusion, but you had no time to question it. Suddenly, the cats ran down the hallway in a cluster, hissing and spitting as they went.

“What on earth had gotten into them?” You wondered out loud as you stood and went towards the door.

As you peered out a haggard looking man in leather armor stood before you. He was bleeding from a bite mark that encompassed the top of his head, and his hair was matted and tangled in a crusted and partially frozen lump.

“My lady,” Dey gasped.

You took a step back from the man who lunged at you, trying to grab hold of you.“Stay still! Come here!”

“No thank you!” You rushed to try and get to the knife drawer, but the man grabbed your arm with one hand.

“I won’t hurt you. Just shut up.” The man pulled you backwards, as if trying to pose in front of the door. “Let's see that monster try something now!”

Dey rattled the cabinets, but the man didn’t seem to be paying much mind. You grasped hold of him, pressing your iron ring to his exposed skin, but it didn’t burn him. He was human, like you. He must have been someone the unseelie court or the queen herself put into the labyrinth. Judging from his armor and the bite-like mark around his head, you assumed he was some sort of royal.

You heard Alard roar down the hallway and the man kicked the kitchen door shut. He backed up with a laugh. “Let’s see him try. Let’s just see.”

You struggled, but he held you tighter, hurting your arms as he pinned one back. Your other slapped him, trying to pull his hair or hit his face.

“Stay still,” Dey whispered to you.

“They thought they could get me,” the man huffed. “They thought this old labyrinth would be my end. But they have no idea who they are up against. They had no idea.”

You rolled your eyes, you didn’t care. All you wanted was to be set free before Alard got into the castle and made a mess. You then heard his deep chuckle and the groaning of the castle as Alard made his way inside. The man went stiff and still, he held his breath as a chill crackled through the air.

“Come out now, we shouldn’t be playing inside,” Alard snarled.

Everything grew dark and the flames in the torches were snuffed. Even The light inside the stove went dim. Everything was silent, frozen, and like death. The man’s breath was the only thing you could hear, and it was growing annoying.

The door opened slowly, and dark feathers blew inside. Shadows began creeping around the corners, building and writhing like wisps of fine cloth. The doorway became pitch black and feathers poured inside as Alard’s blue eyes appeared.

“Big mistake, little man,” Alard’s voice sounded angry. “You don’t know what you’ve got there.”

The man backed up and a cabinet door flung open and struck the back of his head. He yelled and flinched, which caused him to yank a little hard against your head. You whimpered and Alard thrust himself inside.

“You fool!” Alard screamed. “I was toying with you before! But you hurt her, you will not know the end of suffering.”

The black feathers rose up around the man and two large hands grabbed him. He was pulled down, yanking you to the floor as he vanished into the void screaming.

Alard dropped everything, rushing to you and picking you up into his arms. He held you close, grasping the back of your head.

“I’m fine, Alard,” you murmured.

Alard’s embrace tightened and he pressed his cheek to your temple. Something felt different, this wasn’t the usual Alard. You wrapped your arms around him in turn, feeling him relax then.

“Are you sure?” he breathed.

You wanted to reassure him, but he seemed to be in such a stranger state than you were used to.“Yes, it’s okay.” You wanted to pull away, but he kept holding you. You sighed and stayed there, resting yourself against him. “You don’t need to worry about me, it was just a man. I could have handled him.”

“Perhaps you could have. But I do not wish to think about it either way,” Alard sighed.

“How did he get inside?”

“He found his way through the labyrinth somehow. I’m not sure.” Alard pulled back then smoothed his fingers along your cheek. “He’ll pay for it either way.”

You shrugged. “Must be someone to outwit you.”

Alard scoffed. “Don’t start with me. Not now.” He brushed your hair aside. “He touched you, that is what offends me most.”

Dey chuckled softly.

“Why is that?” You asked.

Alard nose brushed against the side of your face and he remained silent.

The queen’s eldest son had passed away when you were an infant. Most human changelings were transformed or left for much worse fates, but the queen took favor with you. Her grief made her sympathetic, and your cries reminded her of her son in his infancy. The queen raised you up, a strange but not uncommon practice amongst the unseelie. Human children were often raised as spies for the court, and you were not so different.

You were called the queen’s dog, her constant companion, her pet. So, it came as some surprise when the queen asked you to take care of her nephew, the mad dog of the royal family. Alard was not unknown to you, in fact you had come into contact with him several times when he was brought before the queen. He was a powerful asset to her, as well as a great liability.

“He needs training of his own,” the queen told you. “He needs a master whose hand he will obey.” She handed you a wooden box which contained your iron ring. She recoiled from it and watched as you placed it upon your finger.

“Alard hates humans, what makes you think he would ever obey me?” You moved your hand side to side as you admired the rather unimpressive chunk of metal around your finger.

“He hates men,” the queen replied. “But women have always been a weakness for him. It is one of the reasons I do keep a rather light hold upon him.”

You glanced up at her. “So you think because of that I can control him?”

She smirked and slipped her long fingers under your chin. “If you are anything like me, it will be easy.”

You had been by Alard’s side ever since, taking care of his castle as well as him. He hunted in the labyrinth, he did as the queen told, but it was you who helped to calm the mad dog.

That evening, after that man had gotten through the maze and into the palace, you hadn’t seen much of Alard. You had gone into his room to take him his meal, but he still hadn’t returned.

“Goodness, he’ll probably be a mess when he gets back.” You sighed. You set the cart aside then went over to his vanity. It was still a wreck, so you decided to clean it up while he was out.

You’d spent much of the day cleaning up his feathers, which had been hard with the pixies and cats combined. You dusted off his vanity, moving things aside then sorting them neatly again along the top.

You felt a breath at the back of your neck and looked into the mirror. Two pale hands came out of the shadows then pulled you into Alard’s chest. He held you close and sighed.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“You would tell me if he hurt you right?” Alard whispered.

You placed your hand upon his. “Would you tell me if he hurt you?”

Alard knelt down to rest his head upon your shoulder. “I saw him holding you, and when you cried out in pain it felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“You know I have Dey,” you murmured.

“It doesn’t matter. If anyone were to hurt you, I think I might lose control of myself.” Alard growled as if in pain.

You took off the iron ring, setting it down upon the vanity. You then placed your hands upon his, slowly stroking up his arm. “Would you burn the world for me?”

“Perhaps,” he whispered.

You turned around in his arms and looked up at him. “Then why do you fight me all the time?”

He smirked. “Because it is fun.” He pressed his forehead down onto yours.

You sighed and placed your hands upon his cheeks. “Go and change your clothes. You smell awful.”

Alard grunted. “Fine.” He let go and stepped away from you. “I suppose you’ll want me to go and bathe in the spring too.”

“It might be nice,” you chuckled.

Alard undressed right there, leaving his clothes gathered around his ankles. He watched you as your eyes turned to him. Dark markings clawed up his pale form, shifting into the shimmering feathers that fluffed along his face. He smirked at you as you met his gaze.

“You think this is new to me?” You asked. “The first week I was here you tried to bother me with your naked form.”

“You were strangely unmoved.” Alard stroked his hand down his body. “I suppose my auntie prepared you for that.”

“She did.” You pointed towards the door. “Go and bathe.”

Alard stepped towards you and held his hand to you. “Come with me.”

You furrowed your brow.

“Please?” His voice sounded strangely sweet. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

You sighed heavily. “If it will make you bathe. Then fine.” You followed behind the naked Alard into the spring. The waters were steaming that evening, and as Alard stepped into the water his long hair spread out along the surface. You hiked up your skirt, sitting upon a stone and dipping your feet in.

“You’re not joining me?” Alard asked.

“You said you didn’t want to leave me alone. You mentioned nothing about joining you.” You pulled up your skirt a bit more, noticing Alard’s eyes going up your leg.

He disappeared under the water, but like you predicted you felt him tugging on your feet. His long fingers coiled around your ankles, pulling you so you scooted on the rock and more of your legs sank into the warm, dark waters.

You pulled a leg back then pressed your foot at the top of his head. “If you want me, just say so.”

The top of his head and eyes appeared above the surface of the water. He pulled again and you stepped on him again.

“Say it,” you ordered.

Alard lifted his head from the water. “It.” He pulled you into the spring. Your clothes vanished as the water touched your skin. You floated there below the surface, waiting to feel him approach you. The soft touch of his hands wrapped around your waist and he coiled around you.

Coming back to the surface you took a deep breath, and still he was locked around you. You fidgeted in his grasp, pushing against his arms which wouldn’t budge.

“It’s more than wanting,” he whispered. The words caused you to go still and listen. “Even in my youth I was treated like a beast. But you come into my life and treat me like a puppy. Why do I like that? Why do I find myself needing you?”

You sighed and glanced back at him. “Because that’s what I want.”

His cold eyes focused upon yours. “Humans are awfully greedy.” He knelt down, pressing a kiss to your lips that was sharp but warm. “You do know what happens to humans who take on fae as lovers, right?”

“I never wanted to return to the human world. I’ve never even known it,” you whispered, leaning back for another kiss.

Alard bit and moaned, pressing his body closer to yours. “Your children will be more vicious than I.”

“I look forward to them.” You turned around in his arms, grabbing hold of his face and kissing him hungrily. His moans grew louder, almost snarling as each kiss grew deeper and more hungry.

You pressed your fingers between your lips to halt him and looked into his eyes. “Finish your bath first.”

He scowled, lip curling, nose scrunching, but he dove under the water while you walked back on shore. You wrung out your hair, watching him as he stood under a waterfall. His long, lean body shone through the water, and his dark hair clung to his form. He turned, pulling his hair all to one side so you could see his entire back. His shoulders were sharp, but broad, tapering down into his muscular back which was dotted with scars.

You smiled to yourself as you drank in this sight. You wondered what it would be like to leave your own mark upon that back. He turned slightly, almost as if sensing your curious little thought. He smirked and disappeared back under the water.

He swam back towards you, coming up on land and smiling down at you. “I have one question for you before I give in to my desires. Do you care for me?”

You thought for a moment, making him squirm while you knew the answer almost right away. You smiled back up at him. “Yes. I do.”

“I knew it.” Alard held his hand out and you took it. “All this time, and all your barbs, I knew you cared for me.”

You stood and sighed. “Don’t get a big head about it. I’ll change my mind.”

“No you won’t.” Alard led you back to his chambers. Your hair dried almost instantly, and the bed looked much larger than before. You took the brush from his vanity, sitting down before it to comb your hair.

“You’re teasing me now,” Alard chuckled.

“I am not a walking mess like you.” You said.

Alard kissed behind your ear and down your neck. “But you like that about me, don’t you?”

You moaned softly as he kissed, your skin felt more sensitive along your neck. You swallowed, taking a deep breath when his lips moved to your shoulder. You looked at him in the mirror. “Let me brush your hair.”

He scoffed. “Fine.” He traded places with you. Sitting in the chair while you stood behind him, gently brushing his hair and letting it turn silky in your clutches.

“When did you know you cared for me?” You asked.

Alard sighed. “I’m not sure. It feels like I always have.” His eyes in the mirror became distant and he held a slight pout. “From the moment you first walked into my chambers, I suppose.”

“That long?” You marveled.

“Don’t get a big head over it,” he chuckled. “And what about you? When did you know you cared?”

You hummed softly, watching his hair flow through your fingers. You smiled to yourself, glancing at his eyes in the mirror. “You made an appearance at the queen’s birthday celebration. You were covered in vines and fireflies, and raving about some caravan you took down single handedly. I was watching you as I fetched the queen a drink and the wild look in your eyes drew me in.”

His brow furrowed and Alard turned around to face you. “How pathetic.”

“I know.” You kissed him softly. “The mad dog of the unseelie court has fascinated me ever since.”

Alard stood from behind the vanity, and in a moment he had you whisked upon the bed. His kisses were harsh, but that’s how you wanted him. You wrapped your arms around him, hoping he would press closer and closer until there was no breath between you.

Alard pulled back, tossing his long hair over his shoulder. He gazed down upon you, taking his hand and running it down the length of your naked body. Your thighs released from his waist, allowing him to gaze down further than anyone had before.

A slight smirk graced his lips and Alard held your inner thigh in his hand. “I see,” he murmured. “How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me?”

You laughed. “Don’t do this now. Touch me and stay silent.”

“I have no desire to stay silent.” Alard trailed his fingers along your loins, tugging to open you slightly. “Once I am inside you, I promise, I am going to be very loud.”

“That’s not sexy,” you sighed.

His hand clasped around your neck. “You’ll see. I’ll show you just how good that is.” He eased himself closer, pressing between your legs then leaning over the top of you. He breathed against your skin, moaning softly against your ear.

“I finally get to hold you,” he whispered. “I will feel your skin against mine, your embrace in the morning-” He shivered and you felt him down below pressing for entrance. “I know you’re not so cold.”

“I never was.” You cupped his face in your hands.

“You’re warm where it counts, my keeper.” He pressed against you, moaning softly. There was a slight pressure and then he was inside. His expression melted, and his mouth hung open as he savored that first moment of warmth and wetness. It was strange to see him so unguarded and unwound, but you liked it.

You traced his face with your fingertips, moaning softly as he began to move. He went deeper inside, pulling out slightly then pressing back in. The more he moved, the better it felt inside.

“You’re making noise,” he growled.

“Be quiet,” you panted.

Alard chuckled, grinning down at you. “Not a chance. I’m going to tell you just how sweet you feel. How docile you look.” He bit his lip and groaned. “I can’t believe how delectable you look right now.” he rose back up, looking down to see himself vanishing inside you. “Just seeing how much you truly enjoy me, it’s a great pleasure.”

You whimpered, unable to hold back just how good he was making you feel. You tossed your head aside, covering it with your hand as his strokes went deeper and harder. Alard moved your hand aside, gazing down at you with his sharp eyes and a knowing smile. He pressed inside you, lingering before pulling out and thrusting again.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “I finally have the upper hand over you. Now I know your weakness.”

“Sh-shut up,” you moaned, cupping your hand around his mouth.

Alard laughed, biting your fingers and sucking on one languorously. He moaned with you, arching his back and shivering. “How unfortunate we share the same weakness.” He kissed you again and you wrapped your arms back around him. It was nice to feel his weight upon you. Skin to skin. Breath matching breath.

For a moment, Alard stilled. His body rose above yours and his dark hair curtained around your face. He breathed softly, gazing at you with a loving expression that made your heart flutter.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he whispered.

Your smile was gentle. “Then why wait longer?”

His hand stroked down the center of your chest. “I’m savoring it now.” he smiled in return, his eyes soft compared to their usual sharpness. “I want to enjoy you for as long as possible.”

“I’m here forever now.”

“Ah yes, the human is now fae,” he whispered. “How perfect.”

Your bodies were tangled until morning when the harsh light that came through the windows woke you from slumber. You sat up, gazing across the room. You huffed, laying back down and feeling Alard’s hair beneath your cheek.

Sighing softly, you peered across the bed, seeing Alard laying there with his face in the pillow. His body shifted slightly, but he gave no signs of being awake. You pulled back the covers, staring at his bare back and skin while he wasn’t aware. You saw slight marks on his skin, small scratches from your nails you had left during the late hours of last evening.

Smiling, you cuddled up closer to Alard, pressing kisses to his shoulder and arm until he moved. He rolled over in bed, capturing you and cuddling close to you. He buried his face against your back, hiding from the glaring morning sun.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

He grumbled against your back, his grip upon you tightening then relaxing.

You smiled to yourself, placing your hands over his which held you. “Did you sleep well?”

“Be quiet. It is too early for chattering,” he huffed.

You heard a slight rattling and when you looked up you saw the cart before the fireplace with a teapot upon it.

“Stay put,” he then grouched. “Let me hold you a while longer.”

“That’s fine,” you sighed softly, relaxing back in bed. “As long as you’re here, I’m still doing my job.”

Alard scoffed. “Your job. This is your life now.” He rolled you onto your back and raised above you. He pushed his hair from his face and sighed. “Let me get a good look at you.”

You smirked, posing your arms above your head.

“I see,” Alard whispered. “You do look quite different.”

You clicked your tongue. “How different?”

His grin grew. “You look like you are mine.”

You giggled and he dove down, kissing you deeply. You wrapped our arms around him and he returned to snuggling with you under the soft, warm blankets.

“Have I changed?” You asked.

“Subtle,” he murmured. “But it will take time for you to notice the real changes.” He kissed your neck and shoulder. “But I still see the fierce girl who stormed into my room so long ago.”

“Good. I would hate for her to fade away.” You combed your fingers through his long hair and let out a relieved sigh.

After a few quiet moments, you tapped his shoulder, making him grunt in displeasure.

“Would you mind making a cup of tea for me?” You asked.

Alard raised up and sneered down at you. “What?”

You pointed over to the cart. “I would love a cup of tea. You can make one for yourself if you like.”

“Oh, thank you for the privilege,” he scoffed. He then kissed you and rose from bed. You watched him as he stood naked by the cart, marveling at how sexy it was to see him pour you tea. You giggled and Alard smiled back at you.

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Titania was quite feared, and while she was indeed that, you knew she did all that she could out of love. She loved her kingdom, her people, and you knew she loved you. Even if keeping you, a human changeling, caused a number of dramas within the court, it didn’t matter to her.

You were raised as her shadow, mimicking and copying everything she did. You so wanted to be like her, even though you had the firm understanding that there was no way you could be a queen. You wanted to be tough and regal the same as she was. As a human in the fairy court, you had no choice but to be strong.

“I have a nephew, a troublesome young thing,” Titania said to you one day.

You were brushing her voluminous hair with her special comb, sectioning it off to make sure every strand was dealt with. Fireflies sparkled and danced through the air around her, sometimes gliding through her hair as if it was a river.

“I would be surprised if he wasn’t, Mother,” you replied.

Her smirk cut along her face and she chuckled. “Much more so than normal, you see.” She turned slightly to look back at you. “He’s known as a berserker, and he thrives on his…let’s call them talents.”

You watched her dark eyes with curiosity. “Why do I have a feeling you’re leading up to something?”

Titania sighed and reached back. Her hair flowed freely around her, caught in its gravitation. The fireflies sparkled within the thick, dark locks where they became lost in the void. She looked like the night sky itself, but unlike the night her dark skin held warmth and there was a rosiness to her complexion.

“I am leading up to something.” She stood with your hand in her own. She towered above you, nearly nine feet tall. “My nephew needs a keeper.”

Your mouth slightly parted. “Me?”

She smirked then stooped over and picked you up into her arms. “You’re the only one that I feel can do the job. He has scared off just about everyone I have sent his way.” She placed you on her vanity and pulled her stool up to sit down.

You watched her hand glide across the vanity as she tried to decide what to reach for first. The fireflies swirled and darted around her fingers before she reached for her powder puff.

You tilted your head to the side. “A berserker is a dangerous creature, Mother. I am merely human. Wouldn’t he rather devour me than have me ever touch him?”

“Alard is more spoiled than anything. He’s used to people treating him with kid gloves. He relies on people’s fear of him to get away with whatever he wants.” Titania pressed her powder puff into her skin, leaving trails of glittering dust in the air. “I gave him so much, and from what I have been told, his home is a wreck, and he rarely takes proper care of himself.”

You fanned away the fragrant dust from your face then sneezed. “But why me?”

Titania smiled at you. “Because you are just like me.” She tapped her finger on the tip of your nose. “My little shadow.”

“Your dog.” You huffed, irritated with how some of the court referred to you.

Titania leaned in close. “But isn’t it the dog’s bite that is most vicious?” She pressed her forehead to yours. “I am worried about Alard,” she said to you. “He needs someone to care about him, or I fear he will lose the amazing little boy I love.”

You gazed into her endless eyes, seeing starlight swimming within their depths. “You know I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

“I know.” She kissed your forehead. “And I would not send you if I didn’t think you were up to the task. You won’t be alone there either.” She reached into the drawer housing her rings and pulled one out.

“There is Dey, a dear friend who takes care of most things around the castle.” She placed rings upon her fingers until they gleamed with gems and fine metals. “They will be able to help you with most things. Your main concern is Alard.” She waved her palm across the mirror and within it you saw a handsome fae.

He had long dark hair like Titania, and features sharp enough to cut glass. He was sitting before a fire, glaring into it before he picked up a blade covered in blood.

“He lives in the center of my labyrinth,” Titania replied. “He does special work for me there.”

“From the looks of that blood, I can only guess.” You shivered at the thought. “It’s human blood isn’t it?”

Titania stroked your hair and smiled. “If he harms a hair on your head, he will answer to me. So do not worry about yourself.” She took a small box from within her rings and as she brought it to you it shrank between her fingers until it fit into your palm. Inside the box was an iron ring.

“Wear that for protection,” Titania explained. “Alard hates humans, but it is the men he despises. He has a weakness for women. It is one of the reasons I do keep a rather light hold upon him.”

You looked away from the unremarkable chunk of iron around your finger. “So you think because of that I can control him?”

She smirked and slipped her long fingers under your chin. “If you are anything like me, it will be easy.”

Your first meeting with Alard was not long after. You were taken into the labyrinth, but no one was waiting for you outside the castle. You stood there with your luggages and the carriage left quicker than it arrived.

“I see,” you murmured.

You let yourself in, shoving open the huge doors made of glass and stone. You dragged your own trunks inside then sat upon one of them with a huff. You looked around the dark, empty corridor with an unimpressed expression. It was dark, save for a few flickering candles above.

You heard a cacophony of meowing from down the hall, and moments later a stampede of cats came rushing down. You watched them with a curious eye, following their hectic yet planned route until the last small kitten was trying to keep up.

You followed after them, going down a long unending hallway. It was dark, but flames would come alight in the sconces as you came near. The hoard of cats collected around your ankles, sniffing you and studying you as you followed along with them. They eventually led you into a kitchen with a massive stove at the center of the back wall.

The place was well lit and it was warm. Sitting on the table was a plate of cookies and a kettle of tea. You sat down, helping yourself to a cup.

“You must be the new keeper!” A voice chimed.

The tea cup in your hand halted before it could reach your lips. You looked around to see where the voice came from. “I am.” You set the teacup down. “You must be Dey.”

The stove lit up bright and flames licked out from inside. “I am! It is so nice to meet you. Titania spoke very highly of you.”

You approached the stove, looking inside to see the fire looked very different. “I was about to say the same of you.”

“Sorry no one was able to meet you at the door. His lordship still hasn’t gotten out of bed,” Dey huffed. “But not to worry! We’ll get you situated and comfortable here.”

“He’s still in bed?” You asked.

“Yes, Alard does enjoy his beauty sleep. And his deep sleep. And sleeping in-” Dey’s voice droned to silence. “Not many of the keepers have found a way to get him to rise.”

You thought for a moment. “Where are his chambers?”

Dey was quiet. “You just got here! Rest a moment.”

“I promised my mother to take care of Alard. I plan on doing so.”

Dey sighed. “You don’t need to start right away. But if you insist.” You saw some of the cats leave the kitchen so you followed after them.

They took you back into the entrance and down another hallway which led up a set of stairs. Within the stairs were packs of pixies that swarmed you. They ripped at your hair and clawed at your face. You brandished the iron ring and they fluttered away hissing and cussing you.

“Definitely have some cleaning to do around here,” you muttered.

The cats led you to a red glass door which they laid around as you stood there. You sighed and pushed open the door. The fireplace grew into a large crackling flame and you saw it move strangely.

“Careful now,” Dey whispered.

The grand bed at the other end of the room was surrounded by mountains of dirty clothing and dishes, as well as some weapons and various other things. A large lump rested towards the head of the bed and inside you could hear breathing.

You stood there for a moment, just watching and taking in the sights. The lump moved rhythmically with each breathing, and you could see a few dark strands peeking from under the covers. Darting your eyes around the bed, you saw a broken spear sticking out from under a pile and pulled it out. The wooden handle was perfect. You started jabbing the lump on the bed with it.

“It’s time to get up!” You shouted.

“What the fuck?” Alard roared from under the blankets.

You kept poking and prodding with the wooden handle. “Get up!”

A hand reached out from inside and grabbed hold of the spear. It yanked, pulling you with it. You tried standing your ground, but your feet began dragging.

“Who do you think you are!” The blanket fell away from Alard and he stood upon the bed glaring down at you. When his eyes settled on your frame, his expression faltered. “A human?” sensing that his grip had loosened, you took the opportunity and pulled the spear back. You swept it under his feet, knocking his legs out from under him and he toppled off the bed.

“Good morning!” You panted.

“Do you even know where you are?” Alard rose from the ground, a hateful look upon his face. “Do you know who you are messing with, human girl?” He bared his sharp teeth as his eyes began to glow red.

You sneered. “Do you?” You jabbed the spear across the bed and poked him in the forehead.

Alard grabbed it and yanked it from your hand, tossing it and smashing it against the wall. “You do realize you are in the unseelie court?”

You looked around and waved out your arms. “From what I am seeing here, no.”

Alard jumped across the bed, lunging into your face. He gnashed his teeth and breathed smoke from his throat.

And you punched him.

“Oh my god!” He screamed as the iron ring made contact. He flailed back onto the bed holding his face in his hands.

You shook your hand in the air. “Your aunt sent me.”

“You fucking hit me!” Alard cried out.

You scoffed and placed your hands upon your hips. “We both know you would have done something worse to me if I didn’t.”

He glared up at you, his hand still covering most of his nose. “Why would Titania send a human here?”

“Because she raised me.”

His eyes grew wide and his expression turned blank. A grin began to appear and he started to chuckle. “You’re her lap dog!”

You glared at him. “And you’re her mad dog.”

Alard was snickering and wheezing. “I thought she was joking when she said she’d be sending you here.” he slipped off the bed and stood before you. His hand moved away from his face, revealing you had left quite the mark. “Is she crazy?”

“No. But maybe I am.” You stood your ground, glaring up at him. “I’ve already hit you once. I really don’t want to do it again.”

Alard leaned down into your face. “I doubt you could.”

You met his glare with equal intensity. But you were wracked with confusion at the same time. In the depth of his dark, angry eyes, you could almost see the dimming sparkles of the flame that was threatening to burn you, and you tried your best not to let his sharp features distract you.

“I doubt you could either,” you replied. “Because you know if you lay a single finger upon me with ill intent, you will have Titania to answer to.”

Alard licked his fangs. “You’re lucky I want to see how this plays out.” He chuckled and stepped away from you. “I’m sure you’ll be begging to leave just like all the rest.”

“You’ve never dealt with anyone like me before,” you hummed. “So don’t hold your breath.”

Alard picked up clothes from the floor. “I wouldn’t waste my time with you anyways, little human.” He sniffed the clothes then began putting them on. “If you were left in my labyrinth I wouldn’t even spare a thought on you. I’d just leave you to rot inside.”

“That would be a big mistake.” You took the blankets and sheets off the bed then bundled his pillows inside them. “Gather up all this mess,” you commanded. “Take the dirty laundry where it needs to go, and put all the dirty dishes in the kitchen.”

He stared at you in confusion.

“If that doesn’t happen in an hour, I’m slashing your mattress.” You walked away with his bedding while he stood there glaring after you.

The cats led you down to the laundry room where the blankets and sheets began washing themselves.

“Very impressive,” Dey said. “I can’t believe how that went down!”

“My mother told me I would need a heavy hand with him,” you replied. “Hopefully from here, we can grow.”

“For your sake, and maybe his, I hope so,” Dey sighed.

You waited an hour, and when you hadn’t seen Alard again you returned to his room. He was laying back in bed, but when he heard you he sat up with alarm. He stared at the knife in your hand and laughed.

“You aren’t serious.”

You rolled the handle of the knife in your hand. “You have until the count of three to take something dirty and put it where it belongs. One-”

Alard scoffed. “You think you can scare me?”

“Two.”

“I kill humans like you with glee! That little knife does little to frighten me,” he continued to laugh.

“Three.” You stabbed the knife into the mattress and cut a hole.

Alard’s laughter stopped and he stared at you in disbelief.

With your hand still wrapped around the handle of the knife, you looked into his eyes. “Should I continue, Lord Alard? Or is there a couch comfy enough for you in this whole palace?”

His mouth hung open as he glared into your eyes. “You’re crazy.”

“Just enough.” you nodded your head to the piles around the bed. “Now which will go first, the dishes or the clothing?”

Alard slowly stood up from the bed. “You don’t scare me.”

You pouted. “But I want to.” Flashing him a charming smirk, you cut more of the mattress and feathers began to spill out from inside.

Alard grabbed an armful of laundry. “I was going to do this today anyways. You better fix my mattress and clean up all these feathers.”

You smiled at him. “Once this room is clean.”

He hurried off, grumbling curses under his breath.

You sighed and tucked the knife into your apron. “This is going to take a while,” you muttered to yourself. You looked around the room and crossed your arms. “I guess we’ll find out.”

It took time, but eventually a reluctant respect grew between the two of you. It was always a struggle, the both of you teetering on the edge of an unspoken line more often than you should . But something else grew from it.

You laid in his bed, gazing at his sleeping form. He breathed deeply, snuggling into the pillow with his arms wrapped tightly around it.

You shook his shoulder gently. “Time to wake up.”

He grumbled.

You moved in closer to him, the bare skin of your body pressing against his. “I won’t ask you nicely twice.”

Alard growled, gripping his pillow tighter then casted a single eye open upon you. “When have you ever asked nicely?”

With your palm gently stroking his shoulder, you kissed his arm and gave him a smile. “I asked nicely last night.”

Releasing his pillow, Alard put his arm around you and pulled you in close, his chest pressed teasingly against your soft breasts and you let out a yelp.He buried his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in deeply.

“Come on now.” You patted his back. “It’s a big day today. We have to get ready.”

“Fuck that.”

You rolled your eyes and dragged your nails up his spine, noticing how there were goosebumps appearing that trailed along his arms. “Titania is coming, I want everything to be perfect for her visit.”

Alard snarled and nuzzled even deeper into your hair.

“Don’t start this again,” you huffed. “You brat.”

He suddenly rose up over you, his large hands pinning your shoulders down upon the bed. His eyes looked sharp and fierce, but they bothered you very little.

“You didn’t seem so worried last night,” he growled. “When you were asking so nicely for me to fuck you harder and harder and harder.” His voice became a low, arousing moan as he continued.

You stroked your hands up his strong arms nonchalantly. “It was late. What could be done except you fucking me?”

His smirk grew, and you could feel something hard prodding at your lower belly. “You’re turning me on.”

“Not today.” You wagged your finger at him. “We’ve got things to do before Titania gets here. Get aroused in secret.”

Alard released you and you stood up from bed. As you walked across the room to the vanity you could see him still pouting upon the bed. You smoothed your palms across your face, where you could see small changes appearing. Sleeping with Alard had begun turning you into a fae. Your eyes showed the first sign of this, changing in color and shape. Your lashes were longer, your hair was fuller, and your freckles had started to glitter.

These were all subtle, but Titania would be able to tell right away. If she didn’t know already, that was.

In the reflection of the mirror you saw Alard approaching behind you. He took the brush and began running it through your hair. “Do you think this is what she had planned all along?”

You nodded. “Knowing her I would not doubt it. In fact I should have known right away there was something else going through her mind.”

Alard placed a kiss on your neck as he pulled back your hair. “That or she wanted us to kill one another.”

“Either option was smart on her part,” you laughed.

Alard’s fingers glided through your hair, stopping at the bottom and grabbing hold. “My father used to tell me that Titania was something of a wild thing as a child.”

You glanced back at Alard.

He nodded. “Oh yes. She used to run into the woods with barely a stitch of clothing on her. They’d find her days later sleeping with bunnies sheltered around her. Sometimes even humans.”

You turned in your seat to look at him. “Knowing her that doesn’t surprise me.”

“It did my father,” Alard sighed. “He used to think she would disappear and never return. But when she married her first husband a change took hold.” He shrugged. “Then again, my father was also the one who said I was a better monster than a knight.”

You frowned. “You’ve never told me this.” You hesitated as a thought occurred to you. “You’ve never said anything about your father either.”

“Did Titania?” Alard laughed as he crossed the room. He picked up clothes from the floor, sniffing them and then folding them when the scent was unpleasant.

You shook your head. “Actually, no. She only ever called you her nephew.”

“That is because my father, even for an unseelie, was untasteful. Even compared to me,” Alard laughed bitterly.

You stood from your seat, watching Alard as he went into his wardrobe to dress. He seemed so nonchalant about it.

“Where is your father?” You asked.

Alard slipped on a shirt then pulled his long hair out from the collar. “Who knows? Titania did something with him when she gave me the labyrinth. I haven’t seen him since my youth.”

“What did he do?” You asked.

Alard shook his head. “I never knew my mother. Maybe he killed her. Maybe he made me from moss. I’m not sure. I sort of figured whatever he did, it was enough to displease Titania. I thought, perhaps, it had something to do with my mother.”

You frowned. “I take it you don’t really care.”

“Nope!” He shut the wardrobe. Alard then laid his hand upon his chest. “I like who I am despite my father. I like who Titania allowed me to be. I may be this ‘mad dog’ of the unseelie court, but Titania cared enough about me to send me keepers and handlers.” His smile turned soft, and his eyes reflected a gentle aura that made you turn soft and warm. “She loved me enough to send me you.”

Your cheeks warmed and you nodded. “All you need, right?”

Alard kissed your forehead. “All I need. Now hurry!” He snapped his fingers. “Titania is coming, I want everything to be perfect for her visit. I won’t ask nicely twice!”

You scoffed and got dressed, going down to the kitchen to work with Dey on preparing for Titana’s arrival. Alard went out into the labyrinth, just in case there was something he had to deal with. You wanted to ask Dey about Alard’s father, but figured it wasn’t important enough to bother even yourself with.

Titania arrived at dusk, her carriage preceded with a cluster of fireflies that filled the air with their twinkling light. As soon as she stepped from her carriage, she scooped you up off the ground and hugged you close. She nuzzled her cheek to your hair and placed kisses upon your face.

“I have missed you, little shadow!” She cooed. “So glad to see your-” She stopped as she looked at you thoroughly for the first time. “Your pretty face.” A smirk crossed her lips. “I see you two wasted no time.” She cut her eyes down to Alard. “I had hoped something between the two of you would blossom. But I thought it would take much longer, given the nature inside you both.” She patted the top of Alard’s head.

“I thought as much, dear aunt,” Alard chuckled. “I doubt you would have given up your lovely changeling for just anything.”

Titania’s eyes focused back upon you, taking in the small but glaring changes to your face. “Changeling no longer. She’s fae now.” She kissed you one last time then set you back down upon the ground.

“Would you like to rest a bit, mother?” You asked.

“I would like something to drink and to talk with both of you,” she said with a smile. “I have looked forward to nothing else this entire journey through the labyrinth.” She took herself inside, ducking slightly in the doorframe.

As Titania stood in the entrance, her sharp eyes gazed around as her fireflies flew close to her form. She clicked her tongue as you and Alard showed her the way to the parlor where you had received fresh stock of Titania’s favorite cordial.

“I’m glad to see this place is in much better condition than when I left you here, Alard,” Titania mused. “I suppose my shadow was a good influence on you.”

“I wouldn’t call it influence,” Alard smirked.

You gave him an eye but smiled back.

“I see you still have pixies,” she grumbled. “Such a shame. They’re so hard to get rid of once they get inside.”

The cats followed Titania, swapping and jumping upon her trailing skirts, clawing up the sides, chasing the fireflies, as if treating her like a tree.

“Go on now! Shoo,” you tried to wave them away.

“Oh it’s fine,” Titania chuckled. “I barely notice them.”

You arrived in the parlor where you set up a special chair for Titania. She sat down, cats now able to climb and claw to their hearts’ content.

“I’ll fetch your drink.” Alard said, kissing Titania’s hand.

“Thank you, my dear boy.” Titania’s eyes focused on you and her smile turned a little soft and faint. “I’m still not used to it.”

You returned her smile. “You did only just arrive, mother. You’ve got plenty of time.”

She chuckled. “I knew you and Alard would suit one another well. I hope that is the case.”

You nodded. “Like oil and vinegar.”

Titania’s fingertips touched to her lips as she chuckled. “Delicious then.” She then turned as Alard brought her her drink. The glass grew as it touched her hand, and she sipped upon the thick liquid inside.

“It’s been a while since I have been here,” she murmured. “I’m a bit…surprised.”

“At what?” Alard asked.

Titania eased back in her chair. “This used to be the unseelie palace in the beginning. It’s old. Much older than most of us within the court. And yet, this place feels as if it is not much older than the new palace.” She looked around. “I’m not sure what it is that is causing this strange sensation.”

“Could Dey be the cause?” you asked.

“Dey has been here a long time, but they don’t have that power to renew.” Titania’s eyes focused upon you. “Unless these changes are because of a certain new fae within the halls.” She smirked. “Or perhaps Alard’s new attitude is having some influence over this old place?”

Alard just shrugged. “Whatever it is, the place does feel less drafty.”

Titania chuckled, sipping at her cordial again. She sighed deeply, turning her gaze upon the fireplace. “I used to visit here as a child. Sneaking away like most children do. I was told not to come here, but that only proved to me I should go here. I would hide in the labyrinth all the time from my brother.”

Alard’s eyes glanced away.

“He was quite the prick.” Titania turned a watchful eye upon Alard. “He used to make up all sorts of stories about me. Said I went off to fornicate with mortals.”

“Did you?” You asked curiously.

Titania shook her head. “No! Never. The only mortal I ever looked at twice was you, my darling.” She sighed and shook her head again. “My brother was the one who would go out and seduce mortal women. He would lie and cover up what he did. But I know exactly what the fool did.”

Alard’s expression pinched. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was,” she sighed. She looked at him apologetically. “He disappeared into the mortal realm. Not that we have cared to look for him, mind you.”

Alard furrowed his brow even more at Titania. “That is what happened to him? That’s all?”

Titania shrugged. “That’s what he chose for himself and why I took care of you. I could never explain his reasoning, but I did know he was jealous of me. I always thought he left because he could not bear to see me in the throne.” She smirked. “Which I’m fine with.”

Alard huffed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Did you care?” Titania asked.

He shook his head. “I thought you had done something to him.”

Titania shrugged. “Kind of. After I found him beating you one day I beat him in return. He left the day after. I gave you the labyrinth.”

“Oh,” Alard seemed surprised.

Titania smiled softly. “I’m sorry if that’s a disappointing outcome, Alard. But that is life. Your father was terrible, and he ran away.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s more than what I expected.”

After a few more drinks, you all retired to bed. You went with Titania first, helping her get settled and brushing her hair for the first time in so long.

“Are you happy here?” She asked you, gauging your reflection in the mirror.

“Yes. very much so.” a gentle smile curled upon your lips as it reached your eyes.

Titania closed her eyes and smiled. “That fills this old heart. I look forward to seeing what you become. After seeing how this castle is renewing, I feel as though you and Alard will have great power together.”

“Perhaps that is a mistake,” you teased.

Titania laughed. “No. It’s what you’ve always deserved.”

After bidding her goodnight, you returned to your chambers with Alard. You found him sitting before the vanity, his head down and his hands fidgeting with a comb.

“I’m surprised, I expected to find you asleep or still partaking in the cordial.” You came up behind him, running his hair through your fingers. You sectioned it off and began braiding.

“I still can’t wrap my head around it,” he huffed. “My father is out there, somewhere, just…living like a mortal.”

“Would you want to find him?” You asked.

“No. Of course not. It’s just…frustrating.”

You finished braiding his hair then smoothed your hands along his shoulders. “Tell me. I want to know.”

Alard scoffed. “He used to taunt Titania so much. Used to speak so ill of mortals…and yet he was putting his dick in them.”

You kissed his temple and cooed. “Is he not as simple a creature as you had hoped?”

“No.” he huffed and stood up, taking hold of your hand. “Even worse. It makes me realize how much like him I am.” He looked into your eyes, frustration evident in his stare.

“What? Because of me?” You placed your palm upon his chest. “Hush. Liking me does not make you like your father. It makes you very smart.”

With the anger in his eyes dissipated, Alard laughed and bent down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I know,” you whispered, a warm sensation growing between your legs. “Take me to bed. Show me how much you do.”

“Constantly.” He picked you up off your feet and laid you down upon the bed. Your tongues tangled with each other as he made your clothes vanish from your body.

“Are you sure?” he broke away from you and whispered. “While she’s here?”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him back down close to you. “Or we can wait until she goes back home.”

Alard stared into your eyes, appearing to be struggling internally with what to do. You could see it painted upon his face as he fought with what he wanted, and his own concern showed as he chewed lightly on his delicious lower lip.

He eventually caved in and continued kissing you hungrily. His hands roamed down your sides, then gently cupping your breasts and bringing them to his lips. He gave a tentative lick, then proceeded to swirl his tongue around the tip and suckled on your nipple. You moaned softly, breathing in deeply as his sharp teeth grazed your sensitive flesh. He was always good at this, teasing you and alluring you to a state so aroused that you would almost beg him to go faster.

The fire dimmed and there was a light that shone from your body in the darkness. Alard paused and drank it in, watching you as he rose above you.

You gave a protesting mewl, rolling your hips in an attempt to coax him back closer. When he didn’t respond, you stopped and glanced curiously at him.

“I should thank her better in the morning,” Alard murmured. He tossed the braid over his shoulder. “I don’t think I did it properly.”

You chuckled and reached for him. “Focus on me now.”

“Oh, I will,” he smirked. He smoothed his palm along your inner thigh, opening it slightly so his fingers could find purchase on your dripping mound. “I’m going to enjoy you tonight, my love.”

You bit your lip, closing your eyes as Alard’s fingers rubbed against you. His fingers pressed into your vulva, spreading you open just enough to see deeper inside. You moaned again, arching your back off the bed enough for your neck to stretch back.

“Ah, it begins,” he moaned. “Softness like petals. It’ll begin to rain soon.” he leaned down, kissing and suckling upon your breast again. His mouth was warm, his teeth were sharp. You felt that warmth and care along with a dangerous edge. He moaned against your breast, pressing his fingers deeper as he felt the wetness seeping out.

“Alard,” you moaned, an urgent need in your voice.

He chuckled, lifting his head and gazing into your eyes. “Yes. I know.” He rose up, large hands pushing your legs back until they opened wide for him. He placed himself between your thighs and took his cock into his hand. He rubbed the hood of his cock against your entrance, pressing in only to recoil back when you started to give in.

You pouted, but that only egged him on. He pressed inside and pulled back out, going a little deeper each time. But he never gave you fully what you wanted, relishing at your sweet retribution of clawing his back.

Alard laughed as the frustration grew apparent upon your face. “You want me so bad, don’t you? You’ve got it bad.”

“By it, do you mean yourself?” You huffed. “Because yes, I’ve got you bad.”

He bit the tip of his tongue between his teeth while he grinned. “I’m awful.” He pushed in suddenly, his cock stretching your insides with the sweetest pain, making you cry out with shock and relief. He chuckled at your reaction, moving his hips again slightly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you bad too.”

You whimpered, holding onto his hips as he started to move steadily inside you. It was a wonder how you managed to take him fully with how small your frame was compared to his, your pussy gripped onto him so snuggly, and with each thrust you couldn’t help but let out a moan as pleasure began to build between your legs.

Alard grunted, thrusting himself faster inside you. He gazed upon you, eyes lidded and mouth parted, drunk on your pleasure. He went harder, shaking you upon the bed until the pillows fell upon your face.

“No, no. I have to see you. You can’t escape me.” Alard leaned over you, frantically throwing the pillows away. He gazed into your eyes, going still as he saw his own reflection in your eyes.

“What?” You whimpered.

Alard kissed you and began moving slowly again. “I just realized I could never be like my father. Because all I have ever wanted was you. No one else. Nothing else. I am happy with only you.”

You wrapped your arms tightly around him. “Alard-” you whispered, your heart bursting with love.

His gentle eyes reflected back an equal urgency, and he kissed you hungrily, moving himself harder and faster inside you. He felt so deep, so tight against you, and when his fingers reached above your mound to rub on your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Come morning Alard was snoring and tucked under his pillow. You got up, deciding to let him sleep in while you went to the kitchen to help Dey with a special breakfast. But to your surprise, Titania was there already.

“Oh, you’re up already!” You gasped.

“I haven’t talked to Dey in ages. And I rarely get to visit the kitchen at the palace.” Titania chuckled. Cats poked out of her hair, meowing then disappearing back inside.

You sat beside her at the table. “Is what you said about Alard’s father true?”

“It is. Why?” She asked. “Is there reason for concern?”

You shook your head. “Just making sure is all.”

Titania smirked. “Did you and Alard have fun last night?”

Your cheeks blossomed with heat and Dey began to giggle. “They have fun most nights, my queen,” they said. “They’re quite well suited for one another.”

You glared to the stove while Titania giggled. “I thought as much.” She ate a slice of apple that had been sizzling in a pan. “I wanted something special for my shadow.” She stroked your hair and gazed lovingly at you. “It took me a long time to realize that for myself. I didn’t want something precious to me to struggle as much as I did.”

You smiled up at her, soaking in her warm and homely presence. “Thank you, mother.”

Titania bent over and kissed you. “As long as both of you are happy, there is no need to thank me.”

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