Quiet Laughter

When she looks at him, slumbering in the soft bed he was laid in, she can’t help but think how much he looks like her true love. Soft locks of lavender hair spread out around him like a magic halo. Delicate bone structure that of a child’s, his skin slightly flushed from the innocently strong drink he was given.

She smiled slightly when he curled up in a ball after she removed his shirt and pants for him. His father was the same way when she removed his clothing when he also passed out from drinking too much. Furthermore, Lolita’s Cherry ensnared his grandfather, her true love.

To Danu, all three generations were lovingly the same.

His eyes flicker open and blearily look at the queen as she disrobes then follows as she comes to sit by his side.

“Feeling a tad hung over, Little Tighe Abracomas?” Danu inquired gently smoothing his hair back from his forehead.

He swallows and glances down at the ample breasts suspended not far from him, a darker flush appearing on his face.

“Most likely.” Tighe replied. “Achy, weak, room’s turning a bit.”

Danu’s hand slid down from his hair and down across his jaw. She smiled as she laid down beside the younger man, noticing that his eyes would not leave her bosom.

“Ah, that will change. Soon when I desire it, you’ll be feeling a bit more…heartier.”

“Heartier?” he replied breathlessly finally prying his gaze up to her face. She chuckled and pulled him toward her body, bringing their lips mere inches apart.

“Oh yes, my little one. Very much so.” Danu responds and brings their lips finally together.

The older woman’s tongue gently attacked and soon explored the sweet recesses of his mouth. Spirals of ecstasy raced through Tighe’s body as Danu drew back far enough to suckle on his lips before hungrily reclaiming them.

In one forward motion, she was on top of the young man and eagerly began exploring the contours of his lean body. As she boldly traced Tighe’s along his sides, scratching his nipples gently with her nails, he timidly embraced her with trembling arms.

Danu dropped her chin on his chest with a faint lick and a sigh before laying her head down over his heart.

Thud, thud. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and her fingers began to toy with wisps of hair on his neck.

Thud, thud. He arched up into her touch and ran his hands down the length of her back to rest above her buttock.

Thud, thud. She placed a tantalizing kiss in the hollow of his neck as a reward and his hand seared a path upward to lightly stroke the sides of her hardening nipples.

Thud, thud. Danu straddled his body and guided him inside of her. He gasped and writhed under her careful ministrations.

Thud, thud. Tighe pulled the older woman up to further impale herself upon him and made a small sound of pleasure when Danu flexed her inner muscles around him. She steadied herself against his chest, caressing him again lightly with her nails.

“Oh, I did not know.” she rasped, passion rising inside of her as Tighe found the tempo that would bring their bodies soaring on waves of fiery sensation.

“Wyn, oh the Great Lady, Heilyn!” Danu gasped, reciting the names of Tighe’s father and grandfather as if they were sacred prayers themselves.

“So this is what I failed to experience with you, my loves.” she whispered as the young man quickened his pace. “My darling Tighe, thank you for this: my perfect moment of devotion.”

With that spoken, both Fae were hurled beyond the point of return. Both with a harsh cry, attained release.

Moments later, Tighe was hurled back to earth as reality struck. He just had sex with the dowager queen--a big no-no. She was royalty while he was a working class noble. The womb he soiled bore the blessed Premier Lady of the Court, the Sacrosanct Noblesse, his Queen.

“I am so screwed…” Tighe muttered while Danu calmly stood up and began to dress.

“Why, yes my little one.” she responded. “That’s what one does with another they adore and I ever so adore you.”

He sat up violently in bed and cried, “You adore me?! You took advantage of me! You got me drunk so you could…you could.”

Brutal images of Garai Lian penetrating him while being raped by the dead Hand Maiden Ellyon flashed before his eyes. Then memories of the woman violent demise. began to haunt him. Tighe visibly paled.

“I only did thusly so I could replace those awful things Royal hinted at.” Danu replied as she finished clothing herself. She picked up Tighe’s clothes where she had laid them before speaking again.

“Now you shall only remember our time together and enjoy the gala we are to proceed to.”

Tighe got up and jerked the clothes away from the woman, “Gala? What in Unseelie Hell are you talking about?”

“My ’Let’s meet the major players of the Game’ gala. It’ll be fun.” Danu answered watching the young Fae dress. Tighe rolled his eyes.

“My grandfather told me tales of your parties when he was your champion, Lady Queen.” he said stiffly using her title instead of her name. “Wild orgies, political mind games and rich foods aren’t my thing.”

“Good, because none of that will be occurring.” she replied with a smile. “Your grandfather, my handsome and clever Heilyn, was a part of a different time of my life. Those were days full of chaos that was echoing from the mortal realm. You try having a nice get together when some no name Fae decides to react some Marquise de Sade novel.”

“Has someone been peeking into the Delphi scrolls?” Tighe inquired with a grin.

“Not quite, love.” Danu responded. “I’ve been to France quite recently and the weather is very nice at the Bastille.”

“So what will be at this party of yours?”

“Dancing, chatting, tame things really.” she cut her eyes away from him as she asked, “You do not wish to go? I sent for an outfit for you to wear after all.”

“Grandmother Danu.” Tighe whined. “Why do I have to go to one of your parties?”

“Because Royal left me in charge of you.” the woman replied. “And I say, as your former queen, you’re going to the party.”

Tighe couldn’t argue with Danu when she used her title. Since she was the mother of the current queen and at one time long ago was the queen, firmly stating his position was considered treason against the royal family and the monarchy.

“As you wish.” he replied with a sigh.