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The High King of Elfhame lounged atop his throne. His circlet crown of gold had slipped throughout the night, covering one black brow and blinking in the revel’s dying firelight.
To the people of his court, he was the embodiment of his usual devil-may-care personality; the wide eyed young ruler who greedily drank down faerie wine until drunk and watched his revels with a delighted smirk. But to those who knew to look further—his usual sharp cheekbones were looking perilously gaunt, and the kohl under his eyes was smudged with the residue of many sleepless months.
Readers be warned, that Cardan Greenbriar was no more the senseless fool of his schooldays. He was the High King of Elfhame—and he was a wanton being.
“Gnarbone,” the king called upon his servant, beckoning the lesser faerie closer with a wave of his bottle-held hand. “Inform The Roach that I have carefully considered his unsolicited opinions,” Cardan drank deeply from his wine. “But I yearn for nothing more than to have her in my arms again. He must return her to me by tomorrow night’s revel.”
The servant bowed deeply and swept away to fulfill his duties. The day’s wait was almost unbearable. Cardan looked upon the merry crowd with a sneer. So many faces and none of them her’s.
Jude. His Queen. The only woman who would ever consume his waking thoughts and star in his drunken dreams. For ninety two days she’d been in exile. Ninety two days he’d waited restlessly for her to return to him.
During his ninety two days without Jude, Cardan’s emotions vacillated between depression, confusion, and restlessness. And somewhere between the three, his already questionable morals had been blurred by a festering rage that inspired a newfound desperation.
He would get her back at any cost—and he would have her completely. Body and mind. Forever by his side as Queen of Faerie, the only place she belonged.
Cardan sipped his wine further. Her future would be anything she desired—seneschal, queen, spy, it made no difference. He was content if she was to stay in his bed all day, awaiting his arrival with spread legs and a rounded stomach. Children had never been at the forefront of Cardan’s mind, but if it was what kept Jude tied to him, he would see that it happened.
The revel was in full swing when the King slipped from his throne. Double doors swung open to allow his return to his moonlit chambers. On top of his oak dresser a small vial—no bigger than his pinky—awaited his pestilent gaze.
He smirked down at the love potion. Pixie-made, harvested from flowers from the Crooked Forest under a full moon—-and so rare only the best of his spies knew how to obtain it. The potion would ensure Jude would be a willing partner in his carefully laid plans for their future.
Across the ocean in the distant human realm, the Roach crept into Heather and Vivenne’s apartment to steal the High Queen back to Faerie.
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Jude awoke to an ear-splitting headache.
It began at her temple and unfurled down to her toes. She swallowed, noting an odd taste in the back of her throat, and reached out a slender hand to grasp the edge of her sword she kept under her pillow, craving the familiar sense of safety it brought even in sleep.
But she wasn’t sleeping against her pillow.
Her cheek rested against something warm. Something moving. Jude fought the instinct to relax into the feel of such divine comfort that wrapped around her body.
Fingertips brushed a lock of hair from her flushed cheeks, tracing her skin lazily. The hand drifted lower to cup her naked breasts that had been exposed to the night air. In her stupor she hummed with delight, the noise enticing a trail of touches down the slope of her hips and the supple skin of her ass.
It was only when a long finger brushed her sticky, warm entrance that she startled upright.
It was like looking through a haze.
Vivid pinks and greens swirled on the edges of her vision. Everything felt heightened: the pounding of her uneasy heart, the rambling of thoughts that accompanied her waking up in the familiar large bed in Cardan’s chambers.
But superseding those basic instincts—-ones that Jude relied upon to stay alive—-was a deep aching that crept along her flushed skin and made the most intimate parts of her throb.
Something was wrong with her.
“How are you feeling?” Cardan was asking her. His pale face scrutinized her with a wild expression from across the expanse of bed between them. Such ethereal beauty only the fae could harness. Fileight glinted within his kohl-rimmed eyes.
She felt exposed under his gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of her nakedness. How had that happened? Had they…slept together? If they had, she had no memory of such an event.
“Have I ingested something?” she asked and stood from the bed. Her knees buckled under her weight. Fear lanced through her. If she needed to run there was little chance of her making it very far. Her own body was betraying her.
Cardan jumped up and easily caught her weight. Her back was pressed to his lithe body, the feeling so sublimely perfect she could have cried. The urge to turn around and nuzzle into his neck made her tense up in his grasp.
“Why do you ask?” he questioned delicately. Long fingers strummed her skin.
“I feel hot and… restless,” she said with irritation. She was so heavy. And it was getting worse the longer he touched her. A wave of desire capsized her being. A dribble of something wet leaked from between her legs and coated her thighs. Jude’s cheeks flamed.
Cardan murmured soothingly and surprised her by reaching down and wiping her juices on the cuff of his dress shirt. He trailed it up until the fabric nudged against her sopping folds.
He brought them to the edge of the bed and helped her lean back until she was staring at the moss-covered ceiling of his four poster. Everything was spinning. “Sit down, love.”
“Cardan, you need to take me to a medic,” her garbled voice spoke through the haze.
“Why would I do that when you have everything you need right here? In my bed as you belong.” Golden eyes and dark hair floated above her.
Jude shook her head and moaned in denial. She truly didn’t want him to touch her—-she wanted to find her clothes and figure out how she’d gotten back into Faerie.
But he was so handsome, almost ethereal in his beauty. And her skin was so hot and her breasts so heavy. Wetness pooled between her legs.
Cardan’s eyes slipped to her aching snatch and groaned at the sight before him. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Jude.”
“No, no no—”
He grasped both of her ankles and spread her legs to accommodate him at the edge of the bed, the leverage letting him slide her across the satin duvet until her wet core pressed against the cold metal of his belt.
Cardan was transfixed by his queen’s curves. His long fingers dug into the skin of her mortal hips that were so different from the flat fae girl’s he bedded in her absence. His cock throbbed, angry at being enclosed in his pants and tucked into his waistband. He wanted to strip and face the potion’s side effects skin-to-skin, but something purred in his chest at the image of being fully clothed whilst Jude’s naked body was his to admire.
The flat slope of her stomach heaved under his fingers. Panting breaths left parted lips. He fondled the globes of her breasts slowly, relishing the embarrassed flush creeping up her neck.
For a moment, horror and confusion gazed up at him through her dark lashes, but it was swept away by the potion’s sedative, replacing her disapproval with wanton need that has her pulling him down by his shirt so she can lap at the sweet skin of his neck.
Precious girl, so needy for him.
She moans again as he pinches her reddening nipples until they stand upright and proud. His expert lips enclose around the peaked bud.
“Stop!” she cried out, pushing him away at the searing pain rooted in her mammary glands.
“But you’re having so much fun,” he plunges two long fingers into the soaking folds of her cunt to prove his point. Her desperate cries turn feral at the sensation of being filled. Her muscles clenches around the intrusion, sucking him deeper into her walls until he hits her hymen.
Something animal erupts from Cardan’s throat as he pushes against her body’s undisturbed barrier. How perfect she is for him, untouched like she knew to save it for him.
“Cardan, please stop,” she pants as he tugs on her breast. “Something is wrong. I can’t think clearly—“
He gave her a small reprieve, pulling away to watch the erotic sight of his foe turned lover writhing underneath him. He shushes her by plunging his tongue in her mouth. It licks against her teeth until she's screaming at the multiple intruders he plunders her holes with.
Something fluffy grazes her calf, twitching and winding around the muscle. His tail, she thinks through the haze. It feels nice. It calms her enough that Cardan pulls back to look at her.
“Jude, my Queen. I’ve waited so long for you.” A squelching sound interrupts as he jams a third finger into her cunt. Her breasts feel heavy and raw. Tears prick her eyes. Jude shuts them and attempts to ignore that hard imprint of his cock against her hip.
“Now that you have returned to my side, we can rule together as one—-forever as Faerie’s magic will allow.”
A rational part of her mind screamed at her to push him away, to yell until someone came to her aid, but the haze lulled her deeper into submission. Pliancy made the ache subside.
The tail tightened around her leg and crept, up, up, up to the pucker of her ass. It brushed against the undisturbed skin like a careful promise. Behave or much worse will befall you.
Her cunt clenched around his fingers. Dirty girl, perhaps she’d like it when he inevitably took her ass.
“I have always admired your courage, doll.” He licked up her neck and nibbled the round curve of her ear. “But I think you’ll be much more amenable once I make you orgasm a few times.”
A thumb pressed hard against the pebble of her clit. She screamed. Cardan chuckled and resumed pummeling three fingers into the wet heaven of her cunt. Her little clit perked up from under its hood. Cardan massaged it with ardent touches. He wondered if she'd let him pierce it like some of the fae women did—adorn her with jewelry so everyone will know who she belongs to.
Jude keened. Tanned, slender legs wrapped around his waist. Her tongue panted out from her mouth and he leaned down to suck it into his mouth. She tasted like the sweetest spun sugar.
“Good girl, so beautiful. You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”
An orgasm came screaming out of her. Jude’s brown eyes rolled into the back of her head. She thrashed underneath him, hips slamming into his as she rode his fingers until her body went limp with unconsciousness.
A minor side effect of the potion—-Cardan surmised. Her body was likely overwhelmed by the internal and external changes invoked by the elixir and had sent her off to an early sleep to avoid the painful transformation. He watched his pretty girl sleep restlessly before picking her up and walking them to their tiled bathing chambers. Soap and flowery oils were poured into the waiting water as he sunk them into a warm bath. Limbs intertwined, her back to his font.
Such unique beauty. He toyed with the rounded edges of her ears and kissed the edge of her sharp brow. This was everything he’d always wanted. His girl in his arms, pleasured and wrung out and wholly his.
Under the water, his fingers found her clit. He wrung two more orgasms from her unconscious body before carefully sponging the sweat from her skin. When satisfied with her oiled skin, Cardan carried her back into bed and redressed himself in fresh clothes before sliding under the covers and waiting for his beloved to awaken.
And she did so with a scream of agony. A searing ache that felt like live wires dancing across her breasts, pinching and coiling on her nipples.
Someone was with her. Bundling her up in soft warmth, whispering soothing nothings into her clean scalp. The man toyed with her intimate parts, she thought he did at least, because she orgasmed with a pained screech that proved she's climaxed many, many times before this one. And she couldn’t remember any of them, just the man and his sweet nothings.
Cardan attended to Jude throughout the night. Her breasts swelled to nearly double their original size. He pinched her nipples often, keeping them red and bothered. He liked the way her areolas darkened as she rubbed at them with discomfort even in her slumber.
Such a perfect girl.
She woke up with his greedy mouth at her tit. He made her orgasm again while she struggled to awake. “Please,” she whispered in agony. Pleasure-filled agony that made her pant like a bitch in heat.
Her body felt wrong. Engorged in all the wrong places. Her hands crept up to her breasts, eyes widening at their size. It was the sensation of them being filled until almost bursting that made her tug on her nipples with confused desperation.
Cardan noticed her distress. “You must be sore, beloved. Let me help you.”
Cardan pinched both of her nipples simultaneously. Hot milk spurted from her full milk ducts. It coated Cardan and the silk bedding. Jude writhed as the King chuckled against her neck.
He’d asked Roach to steal a few books on human pregnancies so he would be well prepared for Jude’s transformation under the potion. Expert fingers turned her jaw to give her a simple kiss.
“I think my good girl likes to be milked.” And he began fondling her chest. Some milk he drank down greedily, swallowing the delicious liquid with reverence, but most he let dribble down her front to pool around their entwined forms. The wetness between them slicked against her skin. The front of Cardan’s clothes were soaked, and Jude shivered at where their bodies pressed together.
“H–how?” It was unnatural, feeling her breasts full of milk. Dark eyes watched his tongue lap her tender flesh. His black hair stuck up at odd angles—from his own hands or her’s she wasn’t sure. Pale skin was dotted with drops of milk and she blushed as his arousal pressed against her thigh.
Jude was beyond lucidity now, spending her vestiges of energy trying not to erupt into pleasured screams underneath him. During her milking, Cardan let her orgasm twice on his fingers and once on the hard outline of his cock. Whilst she rocked against him, Cardan breathed in the familiar scent of his soap which mixed with the feminine aroma of her skin. He felt a dribble of his own pre-come leave the slit of his cock.
After what felt like hours of painful tugging she was drained of both stamina and milk. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Breasts red and purple. Her clit was engorged and overused.
Sore beyond words. But more concerning than anything physical was the way her mind was begging to bend to whatever godforsaken potion he had drugged her with.
She wanted him to fuck her. Almost feral with the need of his masculine body to engulf her small body. To use her in any way he pleased. She cared for him, after all. Maybe the potion was making old emotions come roaring to the surface.
She refused to voice her desires, instead pushing her hips against him and looking up at him with doe eyes. He seemed to melt above her. A strand of hair stuck to her sweaty neck. Cardan brushed it away and finally, finally began unbuttoning his shirt.
It felt different from anything before, what he was doing to her. Tender, almost. His belt buckle clicked as he slid it away from his hips, throwing it onto the plush carpet below them. Jude pulled him down to her and sighed against the smooth planes of his chest.
His skin cooled her heated flesh as she sunk deeper into the haze that made her pliable. Pliable enough for him to settle into the place between her legs, splay herself open for the taking, and relish the hard length of him as it breached the thin membrane keeping him away from her cervix.
“Oh god,” she moaned blissfully. Her voice sounded nothing like her, too high and breathy.
When he began thrusting, the tip of his cock was stained red. He laved at her nipples. “Such a good girl, I’m going to take care of you, my love.”
Milk spurted from tender breasts with each push and pull of Cardan’s cock within her walls.
“Fuck, Jude, I’m gonna—“ he climaxed with a shudder. She was lucid enough to feel the hot spurts of his come dribble down her thighs before sleep claimed her in a puddle of her own milk and juices.
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The High King of Elfhame lounged atop his throne. His circlet crown of gold had slipped throughout the night, covering one black brow and blinking in the revel’s dying firelight. A glint of prideful serenity pooled within the king’s eyes.
The Queen, who sat atop her husband’s thigh, looked upon the crowd with distaste. She patted the round swell of her stomach as if checking her kin remained sleeping restlessly within her womb.
To those who looked further than the carefully blank mask Her Majesty wore, a building inferno of rage lit her eyes like a promise in the night.