Kontessa and the Elvish King
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Chapter 8
Kontessa and a Dark Knight
“Hardness is fey's delight
Bring me a heated love in the night
Bring me a fey love for deep cold nights."
Book 1, set 1
Mustafa Seek rode the dragon with the name Bohumil Prucol toward the elvish city of Illianard with its thousand warriors. He would catch the city unaware and take what he wanted. Then he would curse the king to bring about his slow death. The orange moon in the sky rose huge, and the dragon put forth a dark shadow over it, not to be noticed by the city, though. They had lived in peace too long.
Bohumil soared and circled lower and lower until she landed in the courtyard of the king. Mustafa dismounted from the back of the dragon and entered the palace gates. Yes. Too long in peace. He crept down the grand hallway until he came to the king's rooms. He knew these palace rooms because he once held the title of general in the king's army, but his intentions rose too high. His intentions rose to king.
Kicking the door in, he awoke the king in his bed. "What is the meaning of this. Mustafa. Is that you?"
“I curse you, King of the elves," Mustafa sang out. “I curse you to suffer the fate of the damned. With boils, you shall walk your halls ever wanting, yes yearning for your daughter's help."
The King Screamed. King Ulma lay back and went to sleep, forgetting the night's events.
Mustafa walked from the king's chambers and down the hallway toward the Princess's rooms. Not far. But now, the alarm had been sounded. A guardsman came running down the hall and recognized the once general. "General Mustafa," the guardsman said. "Is that you?"
“Yes, come here.” he touched the man’s hand, and he went down instantly, his face contorted.
The dark knight entered the chambers of the Princess Quite Skyrider and went to her bed to stand over her. The alarm sounded, but she slept hard. He touched the amulet to her head that the witch had given him, and she rose from her sleep to look at him. “Come, we must leave.” She followed him out.”
In the courtyard, the dragon awaited, bowing down to let his master and the princess climb on her.
Too long in peace. No one resisted.
* * *
SeaChil watched the Queen undress in front of her pool from the oak branch and longed to touch her. His wings swayed back and forth lazily, and he laid back on the branch.
“I see you up there, SeaChil.”
SeaChil dove toward her and quieted her smile with his passionate gaze. She blushed under his attention. “Have you known no lover, my Queen?”
“Yes, but not in forever. Not since I was young.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her neck to receive a welcoming sigh as she tilted back her head to allow him better access. SeaChil bit her lip gently, and further sighs came from her as her body became his to mold. She broke from his embrace, pushing him away; she laid down, and, smiling, she beckoned him to lay down beside her.
He went to her and sat to touch her lips again in what seemed to be a sweltering heat. Her stomach burned with his touch at her side. Her wings lay flat and open. SeaChan let his hand wander to her thighs, and they began to love.
* * *
The Queen Lensa lay next to the Champion, her Champion, as he slept. Her pool began to vibrate, and then the water started to overflow. This never happened, she thought. Quickly she ran to its side and gazed into it. With a wave, it quieted, and there, sitting on his throne, sat the king of the Elvish Nation Ulma Gandas.
"My daughter has been taken," he announced, sorrow clinging to his face. "He wants my kingdom, and if we attack his stronghold, he will kill her. I need your help, Lensa. What do I do? I know nothing outside my kingdom. You know us; we keep to ourselves."
“Be calm, my friend. We will see this through. I know someone who will help. A demon.”
“A demon,” he exclaimed. “How is a demon going to help. Surely this will only hinder. How is it you know a demon?”
“This is no ordinary demon, my friend," she affirmed. "She gave that heritage up for something a little more mundane."
"If you think it will help. I have not your pool; I never understood that magic my mother tried to teach me. I put my faith in swords and soldiers.”
“I will contact her through a ranger.” she laughed.
The king asked. "My kingdom is in peril, and you laugh?"
“No, my friend, I laugh because she is an elvish ranger who really dislikes this demon.”
* * *
Kontessa sat in the pub at closing, the place just about to close its doors, when in walked a familiar face. The elf ranger she knew to deliver the message those years ago about the demon lord who had r***d her as a young woman, mind, and body. He was dead now. Satisfaction came over her again as the elf came to stand in front of her.
Yes,” Kontessa wondered. “I know this isnt pleasant for you, so get it over with."
The elf just stood there seething. “I wish I knew another fairy queen. But I don’t, so you must contact the Queen Lensa before the night is out. The king of the elves is in trouble. I wish my king knew another Fairy queen."
Kontessa loved this. The instant disdain she knew that did come over this little elf made her happy in a perverse way. “Well, perhaps we could come to some arrangement after I talk to the Queen.”
The elf closed her eyes and knew she would regret the following words out of her mouth. "And what arrangement might that be?"
"Maybe you could come back to my place and join my girl and me in some plain s*x. That's my girl, the red-haired one over there."
The elf turned to see Marjory hanging up her apron. And turned back. "Does she know you're a pig?"
She stalked out.
Kontessa laughed.
The pub closed, and Kontessa told Marjory they must go to the tower of the sorceress outside the city.
Kontessa thought to herself as she came to the tower how beautiful it would be in the daylight. Knocking on the door soon brought the boy that answered the time before, and he took them upstairs to the same room.
Hello," Kontessa said to the silver-haired elf as she sat by the same fire. "I have another job for you."
“You wish to contact the fairy Queen again,” the elf answered. “My name is Cararel, by the way." She stood and went to the silver bowl. “She is waiting for you by her pool. The elf ranger stopped here first. She really doesn't like you, you know. Come.”
Kontessa went to the bowl and searched the oil for an image. "I really don't know why just doesn't. Can't please everybody, I guess."
The image became clear in the tan-hued oil. “Hello, Kontessa. I’m so glad to see you.” Said Lensa the fairy. "I have something for you. The king of the Elvin nation, Ulma Gandas, has lost his daughter to an ex-general, an elf by the name of Mustafa Seek. He took her. He took her in the middle of the night. Too long have the Elves lived in peace. They didn’t even put up a fight; the king is cursed unto death if you don't save him. "
Marjory looked over Knotessa’a shoulder to see the fairy. "She's magnificent; I love the color of her wings. Is that what all fairies look like?"
“Hello,” said Lensa. “Are you a friend of Kontessa’s?”
“I’m her lover,” Marjory said with a mischievous smile on her face.
“I’ve been with the Champion,” Lensa stated shyly but with a passionate look to her sparkling eyes.
“That cocky jack ass?” Kontessa laughed. “Ok, I’m off to see the Elvin King. I’ll leave come daylight. Is he Expecting me?”
“He will be,” said the queen.
The sorceress Caalarel put her finger in the bowl to stir the image into nonexistence once again. “That was free, for a friend.”
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