Fay Warrior, Fay Master

Chapter Eight

Fay Warrior, Fay Master
Chapter Eight

From the outside, the tavern appeared no different than any other pub that guests and patrons alike frequented. The wood stood thick and strong crisscrossing and connecting as any other well-hewed dwelling, with muddied red earth that had been packed between the beams to fully secure each piece to the other while insulating from the ever changing weather. The sodded roof lay heavy upon this more-than-capable frame with patches of green moss as well as budding and blooming plants while vines blanketed the edges and dropped in tendrils to the sides. The stone chimney occupied a sizable corner and puffed vigorously into the darkening sky, its grey billows disappearing into the heavily branched trees, deep in the forest, that bowed above sheltering out all but a few slivers of growing midnight blue. The door looked like a thick slab of impenetrable, solid wood at first glance and darker than the rest of the building’s exterior. But upon closer observation, one could see the singularity and stark contrast of the unusual door to the rest of the sturdy but basic structure. For it was not just one single door but indeed comprised of several connecting, intricately carved doors of various sizes and shapes that overlapped and created the entire entrance.

Each door held within it, detailed emblems and symbols that only the ones intended to enter within it could understand. An experienced passerby knew instantly which door obviously would allow certain folk to enter while a less learned man might think it merely an old crone’s eccentric artwork. Only those allowed to enter through such protected gateways could enter into this tavern. Many folk from man to fairy could partake of the festivities and abundant ale but it was understood that once inside, each must exhibit a certain restraint affording a comfortable and tolerant atmosphere of diversity. Very few of these tolerant type places existed amongst the realms so those able to intermix assured the secrecy as well as the profitability of this tavern and its keepers.

Tonight, there sat in the farthest corner, a mismatched group conversing boisterously and drinking heavily. But this was a common sight. There sat some fairies, elves, dwarves and of all beings…wharf trolls. Their hooded shapes could not hide everything just merely their faces which remained in shadow. No one paid them much attention even though one of the smaller guests appeared particularly agitated with a wharf troll.

“How dare you make decisions without first consulting me! Your thoughtless actions have endangered all that I have worked for. If this is the case, then your very life means little to me.”

“Calm yourself. I am sure that no one suspects our activities,” the troll replied with a grating growl.

“It is not for you to decide what you can and cannot do. If not for me, you and your kind would still be barred to the seaside groveling for scraps of rotting carcasses. But instead, my authority has allowed for your numbers to spread enjoying an abundance of fresh meat and territory. And how have you repayed me?”

The troll and his friend leaned angrily in as though to snatch at their insulter when several blades appeared before them, the tips touching their insidious throats. “You know that you cannot harm any of us while we are in here,” he growled with false bravado, glancing down at the gleaming steel.

“Perhaps not, but there is no guarantee of safety once you have left. I will not tolerate insubordination from you or any like you. You either stay the course as agreed, without deviation, or I will take all that is dear to you.”

“Your threats mean nothing to me, I…”

“Threats? I can assure you that I have not threatened you in the least. This is a promise. If you break our agreement or act upon your own detestable impulses, then the closest to you…your family, will become the utmost of importance to me. And that would be only the beginning. Do I make myself clear?”

An unpleasant snarl vibrated across the beast’s lips yet he offered no reply. The so-called agreement was tenuous at best but for the moment it did afford a better living for his tribes. And as long as he provided like no other before him, he would remain the undisputed leader securing his seed amongst his females.

The snarl quickly dissipated as he relaxed his tensed muscles.

At the show of obedience, the small blades were slowly sheathed as the others backed away from the offender and seated themselves comfortably again. They would allow no harm to come to their commander. For some, it was a matter of loyalty…for others a matter of well-placed fear.

“That is much better. Perhaps now that we have reached an understanding, we may discuss this further. I have the power to offer you so much more than you have now but I still must have the other thrones. I must have all three to fulfill the prophecy…”

“Impossible, none can have the third throne!” the troll growled in disbelief. This master had to be mad. None had ever been able to claim that throne since the beginning of time.

A smile spread wickedly across the master’s face. “Keep your skepticism to yourself. Unlike others who have tried many times before, I hold a most valuable key. Believe me, I have researched the prophecy many times over – I need only fully secure this key.”

“I hope for all of our sakes that you are right. If not, it will mean our ends. History has proven time and again that those attempting to fulfill the prophecy on their own have failed and failed miserably with their lives and their kingdoms’ demise. I do not wish to join that history.”

“You worry too much. I am taking all the risks…you are merely the strong arm keeping usurpers at bay.” The leader took a mug in hand relishing a deep swig of ale before continuing. “Now, if you have a problem with following through with what needs to be done then by all means, tell me. I am sure that your tribes would not mind returning to their miserable domains living off of old meat instead of fresh. And I know your women could care less.”

The wharf troll frowned as the information sank in. Perhaps he would stay the course for now. If need be, there was nothing written in stone saying that he could not challenge the master…maybe murder him if need be. A smile rapidly replaced his frown, his sharp teeth glinting in the firelight.

“No, you are right. We are with you.”

“Good. Then you must assure me that you will not take it upon yourselves to cause any more commotion that would bring attention to yourselves.”

“I assure you that…”

“Careful that you mean what you say for your throat is not as precious to me as it is to you.”

The master stared deeply into the beast’s dark eyes awaiting a reply and gauging his response. The air felt electric and thick.

“We will not step outside of your orders again. This I promise upon my life.”

“Very well, then. I require complete loyalty and should you turn against my commands again, there will be no other chance for you or your kind again. Now, I believe this is enough levity for now. Let us celebrate with some drink and women for the future holds much for us.”

The master clanked his tankard against his subordinate’s as together the group partook of all that the tavern had to offer.

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Willa frowned with frustration. Were all humans so annoying? His answers were far too cryptic for her inquisitive mind. She could not decide whether she liked that or not.

“Now, my dear, I have a sweet tooth and require another taste of your nectar,” he whispered low.

She quivered within his hold as they approached the bed once again. Gently, he lay her upon the soft covers then spread her legs wide. She moaned at his intention then felt the tip of his hot tongue slide between her thighs as it entered her just a fraction. He felt so hot…wet… thick within her. She squeezed hard and moved upon him as he suckled her sweet juices that suddenly had become so abundant. He filled her so wonderfully.

“Oh…Ronan…please, please take me,” she begged feeling his powerful thrusts though in reality, he was as gentle as could be. His moan vibrated across her nether lips and carried over her entire body. Swirls of pleasure raced across her skin as her nipples perked. Momentarily, he moved his mouth to her nipples to lightly suckle them. “For a human, you have a keen knowledge of a Fay woman’s body,” she gasped.

“I told you, I have studied fairies well,” he purred, “now enjoy the pleasures I have to offer you, little one, and tell me later if we can still be compatible.” He effectively shut her mouth as his tongue invaded again then worked its wonders.


McKinzie S. Heart
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