The Love of a Slave

Arielle scrambled back in a frantic attempt to get away from this stranger. A rich, masculine laugh errupted from the figure. She realized he was laughing at her and for moment, was filled with indignant rage.

The stranger lowered himself and looked Arielle straight in the eye. He was so dangerously handsome. His face pointed and his lips thin. His cheekbones were high, and made the skin protrude in that delightful Elfin way. He is an Elf, she realized. The perfect, rough outline of his face showed it clearly.

She also realized Elves were a dangerous lot. They were the nobles of the Unseelie Court, Coran had said. Beautiful, blinding... the seducers of the Realm.

His eyes sparkled with mirth. \"A beauty, indeed.\" he murmured, as if lost in his thoughts. \"What is your name?\"

\"Arielle.\"

\"\'Tis a beautiful name.\" he said. They sat in silence for a few moments, then he spoke to her with that gentle voice. Oh, so gentle. \"Why are you alone in the forest, love?\" Arielle immediately decided she didn\'t like the pet names. They sounded wrong coming from anyone but Coran... it sounded so perfect the way it rolled off his tongue and---

Stop thinking about him! she thought, He is ancient history. She turned to the man---the Elf---as if it was her last act of defiance to Coran. \"I have no where else.\"

\"None? No family or home?\"

\"No.\" her mind began to haze, and with clouded judgement, she went on. \"I only have Coran. But I pushed him away. Now I have nothing.\"

\"Lord Coran?\" he asked. She only nodded.

\"Yes. I never liked him much. He brought me in to slavery, destroyed the life I had. And did it without any conscience whatsoever!\" she grumbled. \"It angered me, so I fled.\"

He nodded in approval. \"A wise choice.\" he said simply. \"Obviously, Coran did not give the proper care you require.\"

She found herself drowning in his eyes. The more she stared in to them, the more groggy she became.

\"Come in to my arms, Arielle. Embrace me, and in doing so, leaving Coran behind forever.\" he held open his arms to her. Irritation flickered over his features when she did not accept. \"I will care for you the ways Coran did not.\" his voice was soothing, seductive. \"Come, embrace me.\"

Lonely, scared, and lost, she stumbled in to his arms.


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Erlin the Seer walked slowly in to Coran\'s chambers the next morning. She was human, Coran noted, but with powers neither ordinary mortals or Fey could ever obtain. \"Erlin the Seer, you\'ve come.\" he welcomed. \"Tell me, how long will it take to find her? I\'m afraid time is of the essence.\"

\"Of coarse.\" Erlin---an old woman of 80 or 90 years---croaned. \"It could take hours---days---to find her, mi\'lord.\"

\"Days!?\" Coran said exhasperatedly. \"We don\'t have days! Hardly hours!\"

\"\'Tis the best I can offer.\"

\"Of coarse.\" He said, regaining some of his composure. \"Is their any way to speed up the process, Erlin?\"

\"If you want accurate ressults, no.\"

Coran sighed in frustration. Arielle, you fool, what were you thinking? Waltzing in to the Forbidden Forest. he thought. He turned back to Erlin. There was a hint of desperation in his voice. \"Do it as quickly and accurately as possible.\"

\"Aye.\"


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Arielle awoke when a particularly bright sunbeam shone in her face. She was in a bed, she realized. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist. Coran she thought with delight. It was all just a bad dream, after all!

As the sleepiness wore away, however, she realized it couldn\'t possibly be Coran. He was perfectly built, in Arielle\'s eyes. Not to bulky, not to skimpy. But this man behind her had bulging muscles---far larger than Coran\'s. This man had his hand on her womanhood, Coran would never touch her in such a manner.

She tried to sit up, pry away from the hungry hands that lavished her physical secrets. She only managed to get a few inches off the matress. The man beside her stirred, than lifted his head, resting it on her arm. A blanket of golden locks spilled over her chest. He was absolutely magnificent!

Her clear mind felt the haziness from before. It made her panic slightly, but as it grew, she no longer cared. \"Sir Dollan Keeting.\" she muttered his name as if it were the most beautiful song she\'d ever heard.

\"Arielle, I see you\'ve awoken.\" he said, fiddling with a lock of his blonde hair. He pushed her down when she tried to sit up once more. \"No, lay here. Make love to me here.\"

On any other occasion, she would have been appauled by the statement. But now, she felt nothing but sheer joy at the request. \"Yes.\"

Arielle thought she saw a smug smile form on his lips. He pulled the blanket from her long legs, lifted he roughly in to his lap and said, \"Undress.\"

She complied eagerly. Slowly, tauntingly, she unbuttoned her simple white blouse. She slid it off her shoulders and unclasped her bra. He grew impatient and sent her a pointed look, but she only giggled. He slapped her hands away from her jeans and pulled them off carelessly. He tore her panties off and looked at his prize. I\'ve certainly seen better. he thought.

He lowered his mouth to her left nipple. He bit it mercilessly, then lolled his tongue over it to ease the pain. It was all terribly exciting to Arielle, sending chills down her spine. She arched her back when he moved to her right nipple. \"Dollan...\"

He all but threw on to the matress. \"Open your legs.\" there was no warmth in his voice, just raw lust. She opened them as far as they would go. He pulled off his pants, and with one painful thrust, he took away her innocence.


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Coran sat impatiently on his bed. Erlin ws on the floor, gazing deeply in to a crystal ball. He didn\'t care watch, it only made him more impatient. She had started two---maybe three hours ago. It frustrated him, kowing that Arielle was out there and he had no way of finding her besides the damned crystal ball that took hours to work properly. He was also infuriated. Not at the globe, but at himself. He had let her run away, hardly tried to stop her. She was angry with him, he should have dealt with her differently. He sighed, her temper was so complex!

\"Lord Coran!\" he snapped out of his daze and looked at Erlin. \"I have found her.\"

He clambered off the bed, hands shaking with anticipation. \"How was she located so quickly?\"

\"She is thinking of you.\"

That made his heart skip a beat. Arielle thinking of him?!

The mists inside the crystal ball swirled and slowly revealed Arielle sleeping soundly on a bed. He almost collapsed with relief. She was alive!

He saw her eyes flutter open, fill with terror at the discovery of a man next to her. The man sat up, revealing his face. Coran\'s vreath came out in a hiss. \"Dollan Keeting! The former ruler of the Unseelie Court!\" the realization of it hit him like a brick. With clenched hands he watched as Dollan undressed her, touched her. And Coran could tell she was under Glamour the whole while.

How cruel. he thought. He has enchanted her. She is as helpless as a child and as willing as the young woman she is.

He had remained silent, gritting his teeth as he watched. And in the final moments, when he plunged in to her for the first time, Coran lost it. Arielle\'s face contorted with the pain of her lost virginity. Dollan payed no notice to it, just kept thrusting in and out of her. Even the Glamour couldn\'t cover up the pain and she cried out. \"Stop it, please!\" he cooed in her ear, told her everything would be all right. He told her it was meant to happen.

His seed filled her and he roughly pulled out of her. \"There now, sweetheart. You enjoyed that, didn\'t you?\"

Under the Glamour, she turned to him and smiled. As she slowly drifted off to sleep she muttered, \"I miss you, Coran.\"

As Erlin cleared the globe of the images, she quietly left Coran to his solitude. As he heard the door shut, he cried. Tears of sorrow for what Arielle had been put through and the constant knowledge that it was all his fault.