What Fools these mortals be, the sequel
Title: What fools these mortals be, the sequel
Pairings: Yoochun x OC, Yoomin
Genre: AU, Heterosexual love; hint of BL, Angst, Shakespearean in nature
Length; One very long chapter
Rating: NC-17 for graphic heterosexual scenes
“Your Majesty, your sacred Fairy Dust has been stolen!”
The Fairy Queen turned to her steward, a portly gnome dressed in colorful garb. In his tiny, chubby hands he held his staff of office. He looked at his mistress, his face full of concern.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I know who the thief is.”
The beauteous queen of the enchanted wood sat upon her marble throne carved with ancient runes. She popped a fresh grape in her mouth and sipped upon ambrosia.
Her long golden hair flowed passed her milk white shoulders; her lithe form barely concealed by her diaphanous gown. Spun from the rarest of silkworms, the white cloth gleamed in the afternoon sun. Her near translucent wings sparkled with fairy dust; beams of light passing through them. She was the epitome of grace and perfection.
“Who has dared to steal it?” the steward asked.
“Why Yoochun, of course,” his mistress answered. “He plucked it from me while I slept. He always plays some prank on me when he comes to visit.”
She smiled sweetly, not caring that her precious dust was taken without her permission.
“He should be punished, Madam! Might I add that his ‘visits’ are quite inappropriate.”
She laughed, her dainty hand covering her mouth.
“Oh steward, you are so amusing. How could I possibly punish my sweet Yoochun when he pleases me so?”
The portly steward huffed.
“But Madam, he’s not even faerie folk. He and Changmin run about the forest creating havoc. They are even shunned by their own kind.”
The Fairy Queen stood up from her throne.
“That will do, steward,” she scolded him. “Yoochun and Changmin keep our woods free from danger. They may be rough and impetuous, but they are our only protection. We will speak no further of punishment. They are here.”
The two elven youths entered the sacred glen of the Fairy Queen, bowing deeply. Her steward scoffed at them, his disdain for the shabby duo apparent on his chubby, little face. She approached them and they groveled before her, grasping the hem of her gown and bringing the silken fabric to their lips.
“Do not touch her,” the steward growled, but the Queen outstretched her arm to silence him.
“Forgive me Mother,” Yoochun begged her with tears in his eyes. “I am to blame. Changmin had nothing to do with it.”
The Fairy Queen smiled.
“I know. Changmin is a good boy. You are dismissed Changmin.”
The youngster stood up and bowed to the queen. He shot a quick glance at Yoochun who nodded back.
“Leave us,” the queen commanded to her steward.
Changmin and the gnome left in silence. Yoochun remained in the queen’s presence, on his knees and still holding on to the hem of her gown.
“I am sorry Mother,” he wept. “You must punish me.”
His body shook as his tears flowed.
“Let go of my dress, Yoochun and stop calling me Mother. I may have raised you since childhood, but there is no blood between us.”
“I’m sorry Mother…um I mean…”
The Fairy Queen frowned. She sat down upon her throne, Yoochun following her.
“Have you forgotten my name so soon? You remembered it well enough the last time you visited me. Do you always forget the names of the females you make love to?”
The elven youth blushed.
“I could never forget your name, Titania,” he whispered in a low, raspy voice.
The Fairy Queen shivered, golden dust falling from her magnificent, translucent wings.
Yoochun buried his head in her lap, the warmth of her body making him hard.
“Did you enjoy watching the humans mate?” she asked him.
He lifted his head and looked at her in shock.
“You knew?”
The Fairy Queen giggled.
“Of course! I have eyes and ears everywhere in these woods. My fairies are loyal. They told me everything.”
Yoochun swallowed hard.
“Everything?”
Titania nodded.
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
“How was it? Did you enjoy making love to Changmin? Did he please you more than me?”
Yoochun’s eyes filled with tears. The Fairy Queen wiped them from his face. His lower lip trembled as Titania brushed her thumb across it. He gasped as she pressed her mouth against his.
“Mmmother….”
The Fairy Queen ended the kiss almost as soon as it began. Yoochun’s insistence upon calling her ‘mother’ made her angry. She raised her voice and scolded him.
“I am not your mother.”
“No, you are not,” he bellowed back at her. “My mother is dead. So is my father. I watched them die as the human brigands dragged them from our realm. And where was the great Queen of the Fairies? Sitting upon her throne doing nothing. You let my parents die.”
The back of Titania’s hand came across his face.
“How dare you presume that the death of your parents did not affect me? I loved them. I was grief stricken.”
Yoochun was seething with anger.
“But you did nothing! Where is your power? All this magic is meaningless.”
He flicked her wings, golden dust falling to the ground.
“You are a fraud,” he pointed at her. “All this is a lie. You have no magic. We are vulnerable. If the humans knew the truth about us they would burn our home to the ground.”
The Fairy Queen wept.
“That is why we trained you and Changmin to be warriors. You protect our home from the humans. But you’ve grown weak, Yoochun. Not only did you let humans escape, but you’ve fallen in love with one of them as well. This is more serious than your little affair with your beloved Minku.”
Yoochun balled up his fists. He raised them, threatening to use them against her.
“You would dare strike me? She who has raised you since childhood? She who has loved you above all others?”
Yoochun glared at her. Pressing his advantage he forced her back onto her marble throne. He pulled the strings of his loin cloth, the simple garment falling to the ground, revealing his arousal.
He breathed into her ear.
“You love me?”
The Fairy Queen nodded, her wings fluttering in excitement.
“We shall see.”
Titania gasped as he entered her without warning. He took her by force; punishing her insides with every thrust. Her hands gripped the sides of her marble throne, lifting up her hips to accommodate him better. Her wings vibrated; golden dust showering down upon them. His mouth muffled her cries as his length speared her hard and fast. He growled like a wild animal, body bucking forward as he spilled inside her.
As his breathing slowed and his heart beat even and steady, he glared at her with his dark eyes. He remained inside her; his seed dripping down the length of her milk-white thighs.
“Do you still love me, Mother?” he mocked her.
The Fairy Queen licked her lips.
“With all my heart.”
“Bitch.”
Yoochun pulled out of her and hastily dressed himself.
He bowed deeply and kneeled once more before her.
Body shaking, she stood and did her best to compose herself.
“My steward thinks you should be punished.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Then punish me.”
The Fairy Queen sighed.
“You were right about the Fairy dust. It has no real power. The two humans always loved each other. They just needed a little push. Being alone in a dark, frightening place brought them together. As for your problem, that can be explained too.”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
“And what exactly is my problem Mother?”
The Fairy Queen took a deep breath to curb her anger.
“There is a time when the males of your kind go through changes. Your judgment fails, hence letting the humans go. You are flooded with emotions and your body takes control. That’s why you fell for the beautiful human. Since you could not have him, your affections turned towards Changmin. Oh yes, you love your Minku, but it wasn’t until you laid eyes upon the merchant that these changes began to take place. Since it was forbidden to lay with a human, Changmin became the logical substitute.”
Yoochun’s confusion was apparent. He stood up and began to pace back and forth like a caged beast.
“What are you saying?”
Titania sighed.
“Have you ever seen two stags fight, their horns locked together? It’s called rutting. The rut is when males fight over females. It’s the mating season Yoochun, and you are a stag.”
“What?”
The Fairy Queen sat down upon her throne. She popped a fresh grape into her mouth and sipped upon ambrosia.
“It’s time for you to put your sex to good use. Your seed should not be spilled upon the ground where it is wasted. You must mate with a female of your own kind and produce an heir.”
Yoochun’s heart skipped several beats.
“I’ve found a girl for you. She’ll make a lovely bride, I’m sure.”
Yoochun fell to his knees.
“No,” he breathed. “You can’t do this to me.”
“Of course I can,” she answered him. “I am your mother after all…”
“Damn you,” he cursed her. “Why?”
Titania picked up her goblet and walked toward him. She offered him a taste of the ambrosia, but he refused it.
“Because I love you.”
She offered him the ambrosia once more.
“Drink,” she entreated him.
He took the goblet from her hands and sipped upon the delicious nectar. Wiping his mouth, he returned the cup to her.
“If you love me, then why can’t you be my bride?”
The Fairy Queen shed a tear.
“Sweet Yoochun” she whispered while touching his face,” I cannot have your children. You must couple with an elven girl. There is no other way.”
Titania kissed him, her tongue sliding between his teeth. He responded; their kiss escalating until they found themselves upon the ground; the Fairy Queen grinding her hips into his. Titania stroked him through his loin cloth until he grew hard. She nibbled upon his neck and licked his bare chest; her tongue swirling around one nipple and then the other. Her fingers undid the ties of his loin cloth, pulling them off his bony hips, releasing his manhood. He moaned as she took him in her mouth.
“Moth…” he began to call her, her teeth upon his erection silencing him in mid syllable.
She mounted him with ease and rode his rigid length, all the while he wept like a child.
“What must I do?” he gasped as she continued to impale herself upon him, her wings quivering; dust falling to cover their bodies.
“There is a ritual you must perform,” she spoke through ragged breaths. “Go deep into the swamp. Take Changmin with you. Kill as many swamp fiends as you can. They have always been the enemy of your blood. Bring proof of the deed as tribute to your bride.”
Titania’s body quivered as she came; Yoochun spilling soon after. She slumped upon his chest; his heart pounding in her ear. They lay in silence for several minutes until the queen stood up, returning to her throne. Yoochun dressed himself with trembling hands and bowed deeply to her.
“What if I don’t return? What if I die in the swamp?”
“You are immortal.”
“Like my parents?”
Titania sighed.
“That was different.”
“We’ll see.”
He left her in a hurry, running past the gnome who glared at him. Changmin stood waiting, a worried look on his face.
“Come Minku, we are going to the swamp.”
Changmin raised an eyebrow.
“What for?”
Yoochun grinned.
“You wanted something to kill, didn’t you? Now you have your wish. First one to kill a swamp fiend gets to top.”
Changmin licked his lips.
“You’re on.”
Evening fell as the Fairy Queen, her steward, and the members of her court awaited Yoochun’s return. Torches were lit in a circle, illuminating the faces of all those who waited with baited breath. A murmur in the dark signaled that something was happening. The crowd parted as two figures made their way toward the Fairy Queen’s throne. Yoochun and Changmin held on to each other; they limped their way through the crowd. Both were cut and bleeding, their wounds deep and terrifying. They staggered toward the Queen and did their best to bow before her. She acknowledged their presence and spoke.
“What tribute have you brought to honor your bride?”
Changmin’s eyes grew wide. He turned to his lover in shock.
“Why, Yoochun?”
“I needed your mind to be clear. I’m sorry Minku. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Changmin stared at the Fairy Queen in disgust. She glared at him and he turned away.
“Show us the tribute.”
The two elven youths separated from each other. In his bloody hands Yoochun held a sack. He undid the ties and brought forth a hideous site.
“Here is the head of the Lord of the Swamp. I killed him myself.”
The crowd gasped as Yoochun tossed the severed head at Titania’s feet. The Fairy Queen was pleased.
“You have done well. Now greet your bride.”
From the shadows a young girl was lead into the circle; her face covered with a veil. Yoochun limped toward her. Taking the veil in his bloody hands he lifted it, revealing her face. He swallowed hard. She was lovely. Without hesitation he lifted her in his arms despite his pain and entered the bower that was prepared for them. A hapless Changmin slumped against a tree and wept.
“Leave him be,” Titania told her court. “He will recover.
The crowd dispersed, leaving a devastated Changmin by himself.
“Do you have a name?”
“Liliana.”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“Thank you, milord.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Milord? Is that what she told you to call me?”
The girl blushed.
“You are badly hurt.”
“It’s nothing.”
Yoochun winced in pain as the girl gingerly touched the cuts and bruises on his face.
“They told me you were lovely,” she whispered. “I see they spoke the truth.”
Yoochun felt his loins begin to stir. He closed his eyes and began to cry.
“Do I displease you?”
“Oh you please me girl.”
Liliana smiled.
“It’s ok if you don’t wish to do anything if you are hurt.”
Yoochun’s heart was pounding. He reached out and ran his fingers through Liliana’s dark hair.
“I’m sorry girl. I never asked for this. It’s not your fault, do you understand?”
The elf maiden nodded her head.
“My brother went through the changes,” she explained. “He was in so much pain. I am sorry for you.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Don’t take pity on me girl. You are the real victim here. I’m truly sorry for what I am about to do. I’m not in control of my emotions and my body, do you understand?”
“I forgive you. Do what you must.”
Yoochun undid the ties of his loin cloth, revealing his hardened length to his blushing bride. She bit her lip and waited to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Yoochun forcefully grabbed his bride and shoved her against the wall. Hiking up her gown, he bent her over and entered her roughly. She held back her screams as he ravaged her again and again; her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He came hard inside her, but did not stop. As quickly as his release came, he was stiff again; the poor girl being subjected to his throbbing erection over and over; each time, her husband spilling his seed deep within her. Despite his pain and his weakened state, he continued to torment her; relentlessly thrusting his engorged sex within her flesh until she was bleeding and sore. No longer able to withstand his onslaught, she collapsed to the floor, taking him with her. They lay huddled together; his length still buried within her. Breathless, he slumped on top of her, pressing his full weight upon her small frame. Liliana calmed herself as best she could; laying in silence as she felt her husband’s tortured heart pounding against her body. He shuddered and began to cry as his length grew rigid again, the pain so excruciating that he cried out. His bride cried along with him, knowing full well he was not in control of himself. As he began to rock into her once more, she found the strength to wrap her legs around him; her arms encircling his neck. With ragged breaths he moaned into her ear; his raspy voice weak and barely audible.
“I’m sorry,” he wept. “I’m sorry.”
She ran her fingers through his damp hair and answered him.
“I forgive you. I forgive you.”
With one final thrust he came again; leaving his bride waiting for the next wave, but it never came. Yoochun lay still; his body finally succumbing to exhaustion. Despite her pain, she pushed him off of her. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. For minutes she watched him; his lean body drenched with sweat. She ran her fingers through his dampened hair and whispered to him.
“It’s alright now. Everything will be alright….”
He awoke the next morning; his body washed, wounds cleansed and wrapped in bandages. His bride of one night lay naked beside him. He cried at the sight of her angelic face, remembering full well how he had relentlessly ravaged her the night before. She stirred and rubbed her eyes. She smiled at him, making him weep even more. Putting a finger to his lips she reassured him that she was fine. Her lips replaced her finger, placing a gentle kiss against his mouth. Liliana got out of bed and stretched. She donned a clean gown which had been conveniently provided for her. She dressed Yoochun who was dumbfounded and could not find any words to express his regret.
They exited the bower and breathed the fresh air of the new day. It was dawn and no one was awake. Changmin lay against the tree where the court had left him. Yoochun rushed to his side and held him tightly.
“Minku.”
The girl ran to the bower and grabbed a blanket. She wrapped it around Changmin’s shoulders.
“Your lover?”
Yoochun looked at his bride and nodded.
“You knew?”
“Yes. It doesn’t matter. I’m not jealous.”
“I don’t understand?”
Liliana smiled sweetly at her husband.
“I came here to ease your pain and to help carry on the blood line of our people. I would not dare take you away from your beloved Minku.”
Yoochun wept and buried his head in Changmin’s neck.
“I thought I had to go with you. I thought I had to leave him behind forever.”
Liliana shook her head.
“He’s yours, Yoochun. I am yours. You can have us both if you like. But for now, I think all three of us need a break.”
Husband and wife laughed together, causing a weary Changmin to open his eyes.
“Chunnie-ah, what is happening?”
“Nothing for a change Minku. Nothing.”
Liliana and Yoochun helped Changmin to his feet. As they walked they passed by the Fairy Queen who sat down upon her marble throne. The trio nodded to her out of respect, despite the hardships she had put them through. They dragged a bruised and battered Changmin into the bower and tucked him into bed.
The Fairy Queen popped a fresh grape into her mouth and sipped upon ambrosia.
Pairings: Yoochun x OC, Yoomin
Genre: AU, Heterosexual love; hint of BL, Angst, Shakespearean in nature
Length; One very long chapter
Rating: NC-17 for graphic heterosexual scenes
“Your Majesty, your sacred Fairy Dust has been stolen!”
The Fairy Queen turned to her steward, a portly gnome dressed in colorful garb. In his tiny, chubby hands he held his staff of office. He looked at his mistress, his face full of concern.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I know who the thief is.”
The beauteous queen of the enchanted wood sat upon her marble throne carved with ancient runes. She popped a fresh grape in her mouth and sipped upon ambrosia.
Her long golden hair flowed passed her milk white shoulders; her lithe form barely concealed by her diaphanous gown. Spun from the rarest of silkworms, the white cloth gleamed in the afternoon sun. Her near translucent wings sparkled with fairy dust; beams of light passing through them. She was the epitome of grace and perfection.
“Who has dared to steal it?” the steward asked.
“Why Yoochun, of course,” his mistress answered. “He plucked it from me while I slept. He always plays some prank on me when he comes to visit.”
She smiled sweetly, not caring that her precious dust was taken without her permission.
“He should be punished, Madam! Might I add that his ‘visits’ are quite inappropriate.”
She laughed, her dainty hand covering her mouth.
“Oh steward, you are so amusing. How could I possibly punish my sweet Yoochun when he pleases me so?”
The portly steward huffed.
“But Madam, he’s not even faerie folk. He and Changmin run about the forest creating havoc. They are even shunned by their own kind.”
The Fairy Queen stood up from her throne.
“That will do, steward,” she scolded him. “Yoochun and Changmin keep our woods free from danger. They may be rough and impetuous, but they are our only protection. We will speak no further of punishment. They are here.”
The two elven youths entered the sacred glen of the Fairy Queen, bowing deeply. Her steward scoffed at them, his disdain for the shabby duo apparent on his chubby, little face. She approached them and they groveled before her, grasping the hem of her gown and bringing the silken fabric to their lips.
“Do not touch her,” the steward growled, but the Queen outstretched her arm to silence him.
“Forgive me Mother,” Yoochun begged her with tears in his eyes. “I am to blame. Changmin had nothing to do with it.”
The Fairy Queen smiled.
“I know. Changmin is a good boy. You are dismissed Changmin.”
The youngster stood up and bowed to the queen. He shot a quick glance at Yoochun who nodded back.
“Leave us,” the queen commanded to her steward.
Changmin and the gnome left in silence. Yoochun remained in the queen’s presence, on his knees and still holding on to the hem of her gown.
“I am sorry Mother,” he wept. “You must punish me.”
His body shook as his tears flowed.
“Let go of my dress, Yoochun and stop calling me Mother. I may have raised you since childhood, but there is no blood between us.”
“I’m sorry Mother…um I mean…”
The Fairy Queen frowned. She sat down upon her throne, Yoochun following her.
“Have you forgotten my name so soon? You remembered it well enough the last time you visited me. Do you always forget the names of the females you make love to?”
The elven youth blushed.
“I could never forget your name, Titania,” he whispered in a low, raspy voice.
The Fairy Queen shivered, golden dust falling from her magnificent, translucent wings.
Yoochun buried his head in her lap, the warmth of her body making him hard.
“Did you enjoy watching the humans mate?” she asked him.
He lifted his head and looked at her in shock.
“You knew?”
The Fairy Queen giggled.
“Of course! I have eyes and ears everywhere in these woods. My fairies are loyal. They told me everything.”
Yoochun swallowed hard.
“Everything?”
Titania nodded.
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
“How was it? Did you enjoy making love to Changmin? Did he please you more than me?”
Yoochun’s eyes filled with tears. The Fairy Queen wiped them from his face. His lower lip trembled as Titania brushed her thumb across it. He gasped as she pressed her mouth against his.
“Mmmother….”
The Fairy Queen ended the kiss almost as soon as it began. Yoochun’s insistence upon calling her ‘mother’ made her angry. She raised her voice and scolded him.
“I am not your mother.”
“No, you are not,” he bellowed back at her. “My mother is dead. So is my father. I watched them die as the human brigands dragged them from our realm. And where was the great Queen of the Fairies? Sitting upon her throne doing nothing. You let my parents die.”
The back of Titania’s hand came across his face.
“How dare you presume that the death of your parents did not affect me? I loved them. I was grief stricken.”
Yoochun was seething with anger.
“But you did nothing! Where is your power? All this magic is meaningless.”
He flicked her wings, golden dust falling to the ground.
“You are a fraud,” he pointed at her. “All this is a lie. You have no magic. We are vulnerable. If the humans knew the truth about us they would burn our home to the ground.”
The Fairy Queen wept.
“That is why we trained you and Changmin to be warriors. You protect our home from the humans. But you’ve grown weak, Yoochun. Not only did you let humans escape, but you’ve fallen in love with one of them as well. This is more serious than your little affair with your beloved Minku.”
Yoochun balled up his fists. He raised them, threatening to use them against her.
“You would dare strike me? She who has raised you since childhood? She who has loved you above all others?”
Yoochun glared at her. Pressing his advantage he forced her back onto her marble throne. He pulled the strings of his loin cloth, the simple garment falling to the ground, revealing his arousal.
He breathed into her ear.
“You love me?”
The Fairy Queen nodded, her wings fluttering in excitement.
“We shall see.”
Titania gasped as he entered her without warning. He took her by force; punishing her insides with every thrust. Her hands gripped the sides of her marble throne, lifting up her hips to accommodate him better. Her wings vibrated; golden dust showering down upon them. His mouth muffled her cries as his length speared her hard and fast. He growled like a wild animal, body bucking forward as he spilled inside her.
As his breathing slowed and his heart beat even and steady, he glared at her with his dark eyes. He remained inside her; his seed dripping down the length of her milk-white thighs.
“Do you still love me, Mother?” he mocked her.
The Fairy Queen licked her lips.
“With all my heart.”
“Bitch.”
Yoochun pulled out of her and hastily dressed himself.
He bowed deeply and kneeled once more before her.
Body shaking, she stood and did her best to compose herself.
“My steward thinks you should be punished.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Then punish me.”
The Fairy Queen sighed.
“You were right about the Fairy dust. It has no real power. The two humans always loved each other. They just needed a little push. Being alone in a dark, frightening place brought them together. As for your problem, that can be explained too.”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
“And what exactly is my problem Mother?”
The Fairy Queen took a deep breath to curb her anger.
“There is a time when the males of your kind go through changes. Your judgment fails, hence letting the humans go. You are flooded with emotions and your body takes control. That’s why you fell for the beautiful human. Since you could not have him, your affections turned towards Changmin. Oh yes, you love your Minku, but it wasn’t until you laid eyes upon the merchant that these changes began to take place. Since it was forbidden to lay with a human, Changmin became the logical substitute.”
Yoochun’s confusion was apparent. He stood up and began to pace back and forth like a caged beast.
“What are you saying?”
Titania sighed.
“Have you ever seen two stags fight, their horns locked together? It’s called rutting. The rut is when males fight over females. It’s the mating season Yoochun, and you are a stag.”
“What?”
The Fairy Queen sat down upon her throne. She popped a fresh grape into her mouth and sipped upon ambrosia.
“It’s time for you to put your sex to good use. Your seed should not be spilled upon the ground where it is wasted. You must mate with a female of your own kind and produce an heir.”
Yoochun’s heart skipped several beats.
“I’ve found a girl for you. She’ll make a lovely bride, I’m sure.”
Yoochun fell to his knees.
“No,” he breathed. “You can’t do this to me.”
“Of course I can,” she answered him. “I am your mother after all…”
“Damn you,” he cursed her. “Why?”
Titania picked up her goblet and walked toward him. She offered him a taste of the ambrosia, but he refused it.
“Because I love you.”
She offered him the ambrosia once more.
“Drink,” she entreated him.
He took the goblet from her hands and sipped upon the delicious nectar. Wiping his mouth, he returned the cup to her.
“If you love me, then why can’t you be my bride?”
The Fairy Queen shed a tear.
“Sweet Yoochun” she whispered while touching his face,” I cannot have your children. You must couple with an elven girl. There is no other way.”
Titania kissed him, her tongue sliding between his teeth. He responded; their kiss escalating until they found themselves upon the ground; the Fairy Queen grinding her hips into his. Titania stroked him through his loin cloth until he grew hard. She nibbled upon his neck and licked his bare chest; her tongue swirling around one nipple and then the other. Her fingers undid the ties of his loin cloth, pulling them off his bony hips, releasing his manhood. He moaned as she took him in her mouth.
“Moth…” he began to call her, her teeth upon his erection silencing him in mid syllable.
She mounted him with ease and rode his rigid length, all the while he wept like a child.
“What must I do?” he gasped as she continued to impale herself upon him, her wings quivering; dust falling to cover their bodies.
“There is a ritual you must perform,” she spoke through ragged breaths. “Go deep into the swamp. Take Changmin with you. Kill as many swamp fiends as you can. They have always been the enemy of your blood. Bring proof of the deed as tribute to your bride.”
Titania’s body quivered as she came; Yoochun spilling soon after. She slumped upon his chest; his heart pounding in her ear. They lay in silence for several minutes until the queen stood up, returning to her throne. Yoochun dressed himself with trembling hands and bowed deeply to her.
“What if I don’t return? What if I die in the swamp?”
“You are immortal.”
“Like my parents?”
Titania sighed.
“That was different.”
“We’ll see.”
He left her in a hurry, running past the gnome who glared at him. Changmin stood waiting, a worried look on his face.
“Come Minku, we are going to the swamp.”
Changmin raised an eyebrow.
“What for?”
Yoochun grinned.
“You wanted something to kill, didn’t you? Now you have your wish. First one to kill a swamp fiend gets to top.”
Changmin licked his lips.
“You’re on.”
Evening fell as the Fairy Queen, her steward, and the members of her court awaited Yoochun’s return. Torches were lit in a circle, illuminating the faces of all those who waited with baited breath. A murmur in the dark signaled that something was happening. The crowd parted as two figures made their way toward the Fairy Queen’s throne. Yoochun and Changmin held on to each other; they limped their way through the crowd. Both were cut and bleeding, their wounds deep and terrifying. They staggered toward the Queen and did their best to bow before her. She acknowledged their presence and spoke.
“What tribute have you brought to honor your bride?”
Changmin’s eyes grew wide. He turned to his lover in shock.
“Why, Yoochun?”
“I needed your mind to be clear. I’m sorry Minku. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Changmin stared at the Fairy Queen in disgust. She glared at him and he turned away.
“Show us the tribute.”
The two elven youths separated from each other. In his bloody hands Yoochun held a sack. He undid the ties and brought forth a hideous site.
“Here is the head of the Lord of the Swamp. I killed him myself.”
The crowd gasped as Yoochun tossed the severed head at Titania’s feet. The Fairy Queen was pleased.
“You have done well. Now greet your bride.”
From the shadows a young girl was lead into the circle; her face covered with a veil. Yoochun limped toward her. Taking the veil in his bloody hands he lifted it, revealing her face. He swallowed hard. She was lovely. Without hesitation he lifted her in his arms despite his pain and entered the bower that was prepared for them. A hapless Changmin slumped against a tree and wept.
“Leave him be,” Titania told her court. “He will recover.
The crowd dispersed, leaving a devastated Changmin by himself.
“Do you have a name?”
“Liliana.”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“Thank you, milord.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Milord? Is that what she told you to call me?”
The girl blushed.
“You are badly hurt.”
“It’s nothing.”
Yoochun winced in pain as the girl gingerly touched the cuts and bruises on his face.
“They told me you were lovely,” she whispered. “I see they spoke the truth.”
Yoochun felt his loins begin to stir. He closed his eyes and began to cry.
“Do I displease you?”
“Oh you please me girl.”
Liliana smiled.
“It’s ok if you don’t wish to do anything if you are hurt.”
Yoochun’s heart was pounding. He reached out and ran his fingers through Liliana’s dark hair.
“I’m sorry girl. I never asked for this. It’s not your fault, do you understand?”
The elf maiden nodded her head.
“My brother went through the changes,” she explained. “He was in so much pain. I am sorry for you.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Don’t take pity on me girl. You are the real victim here. I’m truly sorry for what I am about to do. I’m not in control of my emotions and my body, do you understand?”
“I forgive you. Do what you must.”
Yoochun undid the ties of his loin cloth, revealing his hardened length to his blushing bride. She bit her lip and waited to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Yoochun forcefully grabbed his bride and shoved her against the wall. Hiking up her gown, he bent her over and entered her roughly. She held back her screams as he ravaged her again and again; her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He came hard inside her, but did not stop. As quickly as his release came, he was stiff again; the poor girl being subjected to his throbbing erection over and over; each time, her husband spilling his seed deep within her. Despite his pain and his weakened state, he continued to torment her; relentlessly thrusting his engorged sex within her flesh until she was bleeding and sore. No longer able to withstand his onslaught, she collapsed to the floor, taking him with her. They lay huddled together; his length still buried within her. Breathless, he slumped on top of her, pressing his full weight upon her small frame. Liliana calmed herself as best she could; laying in silence as she felt her husband’s tortured heart pounding against her body. He shuddered and began to cry as his length grew rigid again, the pain so excruciating that he cried out. His bride cried along with him, knowing full well he was not in control of himself. As he began to rock into her once more, she found the strength to wrap her legs around him; her arms encircling his neck. With ragged breaths he moaned into her ear; his raspy voice weak and barely audible.
“I’m sorry,” he wept. “I’m sorry.”
She ran her fingers through his damp hair and answered him.
“I forgive you. I forgive you.”
With one final thrust he came again; leaving his bride waiting for the next wave, but it never came. Yoochun lay still; his body finally succumbing to exhaustion. Despite her pain, she pushed him off of her. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. For minutes she watched him; his lean body drenched with sweat. She ran her fingers through his dampened hair and whispered to him.
“It’s alright now. Everything will be alright….”
He awoke the next morning; his body washed, wounds cleansed and wrapped in bandages. His bride of one night lay naked beside him. He cried at the sight of her angelic face, remembering full well how he had relentlessly ravaged her the night before. She stirred and rubbed her eyes. She smiled at him, making him weep even more. Putting a finger to his lips she reassured him that she was fine. Her lips replaced her finger, placing a gentle kiss against his mouth. Liliana got out of bed and stretched. She donned a clean gown which had been conveniently provided for her. She dressed Yoochun who was dumbfounded and could not find any words to express his regret.
They exited the bower and breathed the fresh air of the new day. It was dawn and no one was awake. Changmin lay against the tree where the court had left him. Yoochun rushed to his side and held him tightly.
“Minku.”
The girl ran to the bower and grabbed a blanket. She wrapped it around Changmin’s shoulders.
“Your lover?”
Yoochun looked at his bride and nodded.
“You knew?”
“Yes. It doesn’t matter. I’m not jealous.”
“I don’t understand?”
Liliana smiled sweetly at her husband.
“I came here to ease your pain and to help carry on the blood line of our people. I would not dare take you away from your beloved Minku.”
Yoochun wept and buried his head in Changmin’s neck.
“I thought I had to go with you. I thought I had to leave him behind forever.”
Liliana shook her head.
“He’s yours, Yoochun. I am yours. You can have us both if you like. But for now, I think all three of us need a break.”
Husband and wife laughed together, causing a weary Changmin to open his eyes.
“Chunnie-ah, what is happening?”
“Nothing for a change Minku. Nothing.”
Liliana and Yoochun helped Changmin to his feet. As they walked they passed by the Fairy Queen who sat down upon her marble throne. The trio nodded to her out of respect, despite the hardships she had put them through. They dragged a bruised and battered Changmin into the bower and tucked him into bed.
The Fairy Queen popped a fresh grape into her mouth and sipped upon ambrosia.