Tiyan was pushed under the feet of the Unseelie King. Lorian’s gaze, sharp as daggers lay on him, with an amused glint it pinned the boy to the ground. He was surrounded by human women, who were pressing to his sides, looking at Tiyan with grim interest. They seem completely pleased with their presence here – or would they be if not fleeting signs of fear, which observant eyes could catch if looked deeper and more insistently. Fear… and love. Something Tiyan experienced and which hurt more than blade stung inside his guts, to spill them on the stone floor…
The feasting chamber grew silent. Slowly, all conversation stopped. Blue, green and white eyes; all turned at him. Even if royal alcove was separated from the rest of the chamber, to insure privacy, he felt exposed before their gazes, naked and vulnerable.
Lorian allowed his shadows to slip under dresses of the women around him. And they liked it – and hated it at the same time.
“Lorian… what a peculiar way to introduce him to the court. I would assume you would at least give him something to cover his private parts” a velvet voice reach his ears. Someone leaned towards him; wings, thick, black, raven-like, embraced him over his shoulders; feathers brushed him over his face. “But at the other hand, that way it’s much more thrilling…”
Tiyan looked into the most round eyes he ever have seen. Blue, deep, big – surrounded by black mask, centered on him with a delicate yet chilling curiosity.
Lorian shifted, his fingers reached for the chin of the woman, who was pressing tightest to him. His smile was delicate like raven woman’s calm interest, yet Tiyan didn’t doubt, it doesn’t promise kindness.
“My lord…” moaned a human woman, feeling his shadows coil around her breasts. Her breath got faster.
“Perhaps our guest – who so kindly traveled to Dal’coler through the wind and storm – thinks we treat him not fittingly to his status” Lorian’s hand caressed her face; the woman leaned to his touch. “After all; he possesses gift not yet seen. Such gifts, which I take great interest in, should be placated and their each and every itch eased” Lorian licked the lips of his slave and a tendril of shadows traveled from his mouth, into her. The woman closed eyes; her body shivered.
The raven fae clicked with her tongue.
“It’s enough all your itching places are scratched in this palace. And they are many.”
“As always hitting the most fragile spot” Lorian’s smile was sun incarnate.
“Hitting fragile spots is your favorite activity, my beautiful lord” laughed the raven. Her hand traveled to Tiyan’s chest. Pricked his nipple and slid over his stomach. Tiyan tossed, but the twin fairies held him down. “Have you hit many of his?”
“Til the last drop of blood.”
The Fae around them still looked into him, like harbingers of death. They knew. They knew something he didn’t and that terrified him. Lorian had no bounds. And he was here for a reason.
The fae King took the hand of a slave, which was laying between his legs, and moved it aside, which was greeted with a lazy protest. Lorian whispered something into her ear, his fingers in her black hair. The woman’s eyes filled with longing and terrified adoration.
“Leira.”
Someone approached and when entered his vision, Tiyan saw the same creature who brought him water. Her expression this time serious and undecipherable and in the gleam of massive amount of fairy lights, she looked even more misplaced, than enormous eyes of the raven.
“A good King pleases his court” mused Lorian. “Gives it juicy fruits and offers joy. And you, my unique flamebringer, will be the source of it.”
Leira pulled, hard and Tiyan was released from twins’ grasp. He almost pushed her aside, to at least try to run, but he still remembered cold and amused eyes of Qhal, when he tried that before and the sick grins of the small folk. If he wanted to survive, he had to endure.
Even if it’s hard and even if it makes his soul die.
He didn’t managed to protest, when Leira reached between his legs, and quicker that he would expect from a human – which she couldn’t be – clasped something around his member.
A long appendage, apparently made of silver. It had spiky thorns, growing from the smooth surface. A terrifying thought started to worm into Tiyan’s mind. The purpose of this. It couldn’t be…
“What it is” he asked through the clenched throat.
“Joybringer” smiled charmingly Leira. Nymre turned to Lorian, with a scoff summing her words up.
“You teach your slaves too much of your own charm.”
“Only those who can bear it” responded her lover, his tone dripping with sweet sap. “Leira knows what brings joy better than any other human in this chamber. And soon… sweet Noyda will learn that too.”
Hearing the name, Tiyan’s heart skipped a beat. All elements shifted into right place. They… can’t. They won’t do it.
But they were fae. Of course they will.
“I won’t” he dared to look Lorian straight into his pitch black eyes. The fey king cocked his head, looking with intrigue.
“How… bold. A lamb refuses to be sacrificed… Even if the knife is sewn to his hand.”
Tiyan felt pressure in his head, sudden, immense. It grew stronger with each second. From a meat mincer, which slowly ground his mind to a colossus press, smearing his brain onto the wall made of iron nails.
And more.
More.
Even harder.
When it eased, Tiyan found out that he lays on the floor, coiled in fetal position, and he screams, screams so loud. Deafeningly. His hands pressed to his ears, like if he tried to stop his brain from oozing from his skull.
“Are you sure? You seemed to not like the… alternative” Lorian voice cut through the air. Mercilessly.
The Unseelie around them started to blur in his vision, like washed by a huge wave, through which only silhouettes could be seen, a hazy imagery from a dirty mirror. He already pulsed between his legs, not from pleasure though. The appendage didn’t have spikes inside – but he would now prefer it did.
Silly Tiyo…
“Show us how much flame you possess in your veins… and in blood that charges you.”
Noyda was dragged into the chamber by the lower fairy guards. The fear in her eyes, the tears smeared on her face, her pale face, it all made Tiyan almost sink under the stone floor. The cruel Fae games Lorian led with him, shouldn’t affect her. The tiny hair on his neck rose when the woman was tossed under Lorian’s feet, just like Tiyan before.
“Please, my Lord…” she uttered, panic clenching her throat. “I was good. I listened to the folk. Please.”
Lorian’s smile was death itself.
“That’s why I prepared for you a special delight. This man never truly learnt how to effectively please. So… I want to give him helping hand. And they say… blood is the strongest aphrodisiac” he turned to Tiyan, shadows started to creep in the boy’s direction, to eventually coil around his spiked member. “Do you need help, Firebringer? Or you fill my eyes, like you should?”
One more gaze at Noyda, made him assured he would prefer to die than do this.
“No,” a bold defiance in his voice. They had his body. They had his fear. But they will never possess his soul. And won’t force him to hurt anyone. His own pain would be nothing compared to what would happen to him, if he destroyed all he fought during his life.
Nymre sneared.
“He needs additional helpings, yes.”
Lorian’s black eyes seemed to delve deep into Tiyan’s soul. He could feel the tendrils of shadows anchoring themselves in his head… not a pressure anymore, not pressing stone… but something… worse.
Something started to seep into him and when it burst inside, Tiyan felt pain, which he never expected to feel.
Fire overwhelmed him, flame so hot that it was white, attaching to his every nerve and spreading in his veins and tendons, to burst between his legs with inferno. He stopped seeing the chamber filled with Fae, the room disappeared into a reverie made of suffering. He almost could see his member melting inside the silver appendage, and being rebuilt to melt again…
He heard delicate laughter of the Unseelie king.
“How does it feel to have your own power turned against you? Beautiful fool, you will do it, because you are weak and because you fear to die. And because you still care for your sister, who can be treated with the same flame.”
“I won’t play your sick games” croaked Tiyan, trying to overcome the pain, but barely managing. Mina… Noyd… their faces blurred, intertwined, giving way to a molten flesh of both of them, dripping of his hands.
“This is the only game you can still play. And only way to not be subjected to all of this for next hundred of years. Some say… that pain can become a friend after long time. Maybe you long for a good friend, stuck to your flesh, giving you its eternal love.”
Tiyan’s eyes dripped with tears. Salty drops fell on his cheeks, trailing slowly from his chin. Not because he was feeling pain, not because he felt terrified. But because Lorian had right. He was a coward – something he always tried to repress and not allow it to stain his mind. But he feared this so much. Death. And more pain. And Mina, subjected to the same.
His shaking hand traveled between his legs. It was so ugly. This device… and even Noyda, who looked at him with begging eyes.
You will be lost, if you do it.
But maybe he lost himself long ago.
He heard a whisper in his mind, cruel, shredding his heart into pieces.
“Maybe you will make her like it – an amused laugh – but if not… you will at least still remain… alive.“
Fae twin – he didn’t know which and he didn’t care – pushed him between forcefully spread legs of crying Noyda. She tried to push him away, and he almost again backed off. But the pain in his groin returned. Harder than before, boiling his sanity. He didn’t want to submit to it, so much. He wanted to find a way, to stop this, kill himself – before he is forced to do this hideous thing. But he was exactly this. And no good was in his heart. No good, while he wanted to pretend otherwise, all his life.
They can subject Mina to the same.
You are weak. You are scorn-worthy. This woman will pay for your weakness.
Noyda…
Noyd, please forgive me.
Because he won’t forgive himself.
And he delved between her legs.
Submitted to Lorian’s pounding power inside his body.
Feeling his world shatters when her insides gave out first blood.