Forever Entwined

Prowlers

"There!" Millie stepped back, hands on her hips, admiring her work. From behind Nix, her reflection in the full-length mirror glowed.

The simple black gown was anything but plain; it traced every curve, a second skin of midnight silk. Her dark hair, usually braided or pinned, cascaded down her back, and a delicate, silver tiara, gleaming with faint starlight, nested amongst the waves. A single sapphire on her necklace drew the eye to the inviting hollow at her throat, hinting at the swell of cleavage beneath, while a daring slit in the skirt offered a flash of toned thigh with every subtle shift of her weight.

"Don't you think it's a bit much?" Nix whispered, a blush creeping up her neck. She felt exposed, dazzling, and utterly unlike herself.

"Nonsense!" Millie laughed, a bright, dismissive sound. "Off you go now." She took Nix by the arm, steering her towards the grand corridor door.

"You're not coming?" Nix asked, suddenly feeling a surge of nerves.

"Oh, heavens no!" Millie chortled, a twinkle in her eye. "If he invited you, it's for a reason. And besides," she winked, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow." She gave Nix a final, encouraging push.

The palace, once a bewildering labyrinth, now felt somewhat navigable, and Nixie found her way to the formal dining room with only a slight tremor in her step. The colossal oak doors, carved with intricate fae symbols, stood before her. Two imposing guards, their faces impassive, swung them open as she approached.

"Her Majesty, Queen Nixie!" the herald's voice boomed, echoing through the vast, chandelier-lit space.

Every single fae in the room, from the lowest baron to the highest duke, rose in a rustle of fine silks and soft murmurs. Nixie felt every eye on her as she walked the long aisle, her elegant gown flowing around her, until she reached the head table. Cass stood there, a quiet power radiating from him, and she took her place gracefully beside him.

"You may be seated," Cass's voice, deep and resonant, granted permission, and a collective sigh seemed to ripple through the room as everyone settled.

Cass and Nix sat first, a subtle signal for the rest to follow. Nixie turned to him, keeping her voice low. "My King," she began, testing the formal address.

A faint smile touched Cass's lips. "My love, there's no need for such formality, especially amongst our closest court. No one minds a wife being informal with her husband." His gaze held hers, a silent invitation to ease.

"Well then," Nixie swept her gaze across the array of nobles, a slight tremor in her hands. "Why did you want me here? I thought we would dine privately."

"I did say this morning that I'd see you for dinner," Cass teased, his eyes alight with amusement.

"I meant privately," Nix sighed, a hint of playful exasperation escaping her.

"Well, I know we had the ball, but other than that, there's been a noted lack of both our presence. The court has been... curious," Cass shrugged, his expression unreadable as he subtly motioned to a servant off to the side. "And I also wanted to gift you a token of my unwavering love!" He raised his voice, a grand pronouncement for the assembled court.

All eyes turned as a large, intricately carved wooden box was brought forward and placed carefully before the Queen. Nixie's heart gave a curious thump. She pulled the silken bow, letting the lid fall open to reveal... "A cat?" she breathed, a surprised laugh bubbling up.

"Not just any cat," Cass clarified, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only she could hear. "This is the cub of a wild prowler, the royal family's sigil. They represent strength, intelligence, and grace. More importantly," he added, his gaze holding hers, "they're known to fiercely love their mates and, when domesticated, their owners. And," he concluded with a sly grin, "they're a hundred-fold better than any guard dog."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Nix asked, her attention completely captivated by the tiny, purring creature.

"A girl. A queen for my Queen," Cass said, motioning for her to pick the cub up.

Nixie gently lifted the fluffy, pure black cub. Its eyes, the color of a clear summer sky, almost glowed in the soft light. "Her name will be Raven," she decided immediately, holding up the beautiful dark ball of fur for the court to admire. A collective gasp and murmur of approval swept through the room.

"Thank you, my love," Nixie giggled, the kitten she held batting playfully at her dangling diamond earring. The court had dispersed, leaving them alone, and a comfortable intimacy had settled between them.

"I also got the tea for you," Cass said, opening the door to the queen's private suite. He paused on the threshold, a respectful distance.

"You can come in, Cass," Nixie beckoned, a soft smile on her face. She felt a lightness, a warmth, she hadn't realized she'd been missing.

He stepped inside, his presence filling the room without overwhelming it. "I have a handler who will work with Raven and tame her for you. You'll also be encouraged to sit in on some of the lessons to help create a bond between the two of you."

"Oh, will she get to sleep with me?" Nixie asked, her brow furrowed with concern for the tiny creature's comfort.

"Not unless you'd like to wake up in the morning to find her chewing on your face and ripping up the curtains," Cass chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Do you have one too?" Nixie wondered, looking up at him.

"Of course. Coal is four years old now," Cass replied, his gaze softening as he looked at the curious cub in Nixie's arms. "Perhaps when Raven is mature, they could breed." He reached out, running a gentle hand down the cub's smooth back.

Before Nixie could reply, a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Nixie called out.

An old man, with a long, snow-white beard and twinkling, very pale blue eyes, strode into the room. His gaze landed immediately on Raven. "Ah, the beauty!" he gasped, genuine awe in his voice.

"Nixie, this is the handler, Anthony," Cass introduced them.

"My friends just call me Ant, Your Grace," he bowed deeply to his queen, a friendly smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "If you wouldn't mind, I could take the cub now? It's best to start her training while she's young."

"Her name is Raven," Nixie said, a pang of reluctance but also understanding as she handed over the playful bundle of fluff.

"I'll take great care of her. She will be the happiest cat in the world, right next to Coal." Ant bowed again, a respectful, almost reverent gesture, before quietly leaving the room.

The sudden quiet felt profound after Ant's departure. Nixie looked around the lavish suite, a little lost now that the focus of her attention was gone. "Well," she began, unsure of what to do next.

"Well, I think this is for you," Cass said, motioning to a new, much larger jar of dried herbs on a nearby table. It was the special blend she needed for her magic, the one she'd mentioned only in passing.

Nixie's body sagged with immediate, overwhelming relief. She launched herself at Cass, flinging her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. "Thank you," she mumbled, her voice thick with gratitude, a silent tear escaping. He remembered.

"I told you I'd get it," he chuckled, his arms closing around her, holding her tight. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, a kiss that promised more.

It didn't take long for the gentle embrace to deepen, for their limbs to intertwine, for the unspoken desire to fill the space between them.

"I want your mouth on me!" Nixie gasped, her voice raw with longing, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Cass moved with a hunger that matched hers, his body pressing against hers as he lowered them both to the plush rug. He pushed open Nixie's legs, exposing her core in all its vulnerable glory. Slowly, he began to lap at her c**t, a tender, teasing caress, his tongue drawing circles, then tasting, then sucking. He added two fingers to her entrance, massaging her from the inside while he continued to devour her juices, sending shivers through her. She screamed, a soft, breathless sound, her body arching and shuddering beneath his loving touch.

"Ahhh, f**k!" Nixie gasped as she came, a delicious gush of warmth against his face. "I need your thick c**k to fill me up!" she demanded, her voice husky, once she'd regained her breath.

In one swift, powerful motion, he moved up, bracing himself, and thrust his hard shaft into her warm, wet, and waiting p***y.