Fan Fiction ❯ Chronicles of the Fae ❯ An Unready Queen ( Chapter 5 )

Chronicles of the Fae

By Aden Silverflame

Proofed By Torrent Silverpelt

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Chapter 5

 

Torrent screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks as she beheld her beloved, slumped down to the floor with a hole smoking slowly in his forehead, tears of blood falling slowly from his dead eyes. Staring up at her as cold and blank as the stone on which his mortal shell now rested.

“Now that we are free of the interloper... you and I can be together at last Torrent.” Ebon hauled the bawling half-breed fairy down the halls and out the palace's front door. At Ebon's order her hands were bound and a rag was applied over her muzzle, the chloroform working slowly to knock her out, the last thing she could feel was Ebon's lips on hers as the door of the vehicle closed.

It was some time before Torrent awoke. The room around her was luxurious, trimmed in fine fabrics and lit by candles. Her body was shaking as she remembered the events that had passed. The wonderful moment where she had made love to the fae she had always wished to have as her mate. The night they shared in each other's arms, the morning when she realized it wasn't a dream.

And then the dark times that had come. The humans with their guns, the bloodshed... and the fall of her angel. Passed on from injuries even his form was unable to heal. And the fear... the loathing rising in her heart as she remembered who was behind it all. The Wurmling. She was starting to sob again, curling up tighter and shivering from her nudity.

Slowly she reached down to her sex, wondering what Ebon had done while she was unconscious. She was still intact to her immense relief. Though as her fingers parted her lips, the seed of her fallen love lingered there. Though the father would be gone. His children would carry on his name.

Torrent was overwhelmed. It was too much to take in at once and all she could do was cry. Sobbing hard as she thought. Suddenly the door opened and into the room strode someone she never wished to see again. The wurmling, in his normal form, hands rubbing together as he looked over Torrent's still nude form.

He was almost drooling as he stared at the Princess. Stepping closer and closer. “Stay Back!” she screamed at him as she curled up tighter.

“But why? Why deny your king the pleasure of his mate?” Ebon's voice was sickening, soothing and evil all at the same time.

“You're not the King!” Torrent screamed again, staring sternly at him. Her fists balled up but the resolve she was seeking, the need to harm him was still not quite within reach.

“Oh but I am, my love... you see... upon your parent's deaths you became the queen... and I... as your mate... would naturally be the king.” his grin widened and torrent's ears dropped, her eyes wide and filling with tears again.

“Momma... and Daddy.... you... you killed them! You Horrible Monster!” she was bawling again as Ebon grinned wider, taking perverse pleasure in the suffering of the girl before him. “How could you?! You betrayed your own race!”

“I betrayed nothing, Torrent, the Templars you have seen are only pawns in my quest for power, a tool to get me what I desire. And a weapon with which to avenge my mother.” he stood before the frightened fae and grinned evilly.

“Your mother? W-who is she... that was never known to any in the fae realms.” though still crying, Torrent wanted to know what could have driven a fae so mad with power.

“My mother... ahh yes... Ebony Blackflame. Wanted for the destruction of countless humans, fae and all manner of creatures. Including her entire clan. She was imprisoned by my father after he tricked her into letting him mate with her. He claimed me as his son so she wouldn't be released in order to care for me. She hated him so very much. But all is well... for he is dead.” Ebon spoke so coldly about his parents, his eyes fixated on the form of the fae before him.

“You're evil...” she spoke, still shaking and crying.

“You need to dry your eyes, my lovely... it is time that we consummated our mating... then nothing will keep us apart.” he stepped closer and closer to her, hands rubbing together again as he stripped his tunic free, soon followed by his breaches.

Torrent's eyes were wide and she struggled against the bonds holding her arms together, trying desperately to fight off the advances of the Evil fae. Her struggles yielding no results, as he pulled her down to the bed, pushing her legs apart roughly.

“You must see, Torrent... you must see how much I love you... to what lengths I had gone through to have you as mine. How many obstacles I had to overcome in order to make this moment a reality.” He smiled sickly and placed his throbbing cock tip at her tender entrance. Rubbing it up and down slowly as he spoke. Causing torrent to squeal and struggle harder than ever.

Ebon grinned and thrust in hard, burying his cock into the young dragon up to the hilt. She let out a silent scream as her body was racked in intense pain, her sex spasming around his length as he kept it as seep as it could go within her.

Leaning down he whispered. “Doesn't it feel wonderful, Torrent... we've both waited so much for this moment.”

“NOOO!! For the love of the gods... take it out! Uhh! It hurts so much!” she whimpered and begged now. The sickening feeling rippled through her heart as if the evil from this dragon was slowly eating at her mind.

“You don't like it?” he looked a little surprised and then grinned, wide and evil as he always had. “Then I will show you what I feel, you can see with your own eyes.”

He leaned down and torrent shuddered. It's well known that fairies that touch their antennae together will form a bond, mentally. It would be possible for her to see what lay in his sick and twisted mind.

As the antennae of the two fae touched. Something unexpected happened. Torrent in her unready state had dug deep into his mind, instead of breaking the contact. In him she had seen the darkest, deepest recesses of hatred and rage.

It was the spark she needed and although the darkness tainted her, she had the strength left to make the bastard pay. With her renewed vigor, her eyes burned deep crimson. She pulled tight and the bonds holding her snapped, Ebon pulled back a little in surprise and she pulled her legs in. Her toe-claws tore into his stomach as she flung him free of her, the dark fae striking the wall and sliding to the floor.

He was bleeding badly as torrent dove for him, striking him and clawing at him fiercely. He was growling soon and fighting back. With one motion he threw her back on the bed. Standing himself as the blood poured from his wounds onto the floor. She growled evilly as an aura of red seemed to radiate from her eyes.

He raised a hand and brought it down, his own claws bared but she intercepted it. With one swift motion she snapped his arm as if it was a dry twig. Bone splintering from the surface as she pushed him into the wall once more. Eyes burning red she prepared to once again charge the evil fae. Every intention in her heart was to kill him, destroy his body slowly and painfully.

She charged and raised her claws, but something stopped her solid, her claws digging into soft white fur and dense muscle. A familiar voice drawing her back to reality.

“It's me Torrent...” Aden spoke slowly. “Come back to me... come back to your mate...”

Torrent looked up and shivered violently as the face of her beloved gazed back at her, fur mostly soaked with blood, wounds still apparent but healing. In that instant she realized what she was going to do. She was going to kill Ebon in anger, give in to her hatred and become something truly evil.

“Torrent... it's all right... it's over now.” his voice was airy and ethereal as his hand reached slowly up and placed itself on her cheek. The evil within her causing thin curls of smoke to drift from his fingers.

Her eyes brightened and her lips quivered, eyes soaking with tears once again, her arms reaching up to his chest, clutching his fur as she slumped in his arms, sobbing and shuddering. “Oh, Aden... I'm so sorry... I... I almost... I... he's killed everyone... I couldn't...”

His lips softly met hers; embracing her and proving he was indeed living flesh once more. His arms encircling her and holding her close to his broken body. The evil in her soul slowly drifting away from her form. The warmth of her angel's embrace driving the shadow from her.

Ebon had since passed out from his wounds. But nobody dared enter the room. It was a time for those that had lost so much to heal... and to find strength in one another.