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Aggressive Negotiation	By : caramelcaptain Category: A through F > The Dresden Files Views: 8671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Aggressive Negotiation
- 2-Bonus File
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Winter and Summer are two sides of the same coin. Fire and ice, push and pull. Both sides are well aware of their dependence on the other. But that doesn’t mean either one has to like it.
As a creature of Winter in the heart of Summer territory, the Leanansidhe couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease, though she did not let it show. Her picturesque features remained impassive, unphased by her unfamiliar surroundings. The Queen of Air and Darkness herself had instructed her handmaiden to make her way to the hall, promising safe passage. She had divulged little to the Leanansidhe, as was her way, and Lea knew by now not to question her Queen.
Lea surveyed her surroundings coolly, showing her disdain with a small smirk. It was an indication of the barbarity of Summer that their King would choose to reside in such squalor.
No matter how much they tried to dress the place up, a cave was a cave. Oh, it was elaborately furnished, with rows of ornate trestle tables stretching down the length of the expansive hall, leaving an open aisle in the middle where Lea now strolled. The host of leering goblins snickered and mumbled to each other as she passed, their beady eyes fixed on her slender form. She payed them no heed.
Lea came to the great stone dais and craned her head to look up at the Erlking. He was perched on his throne and even sitting down, he was gigantic, almost troll-like in his size. Obsidian armour covered his lean form, drawing a slight roll of Lea’s eyes. Summer fae had no sense of fashion. The wicked antlers protruding from the Erlking’s helm bobbed as he greeted his guest with a curt nod. Lea bowed back in turn.
“Greetings, Erlking. My Queen sends her regards.”
He slipped the helm from his head before setting it down beside his throne. For a fae, he was handsome in a bizarre, grizzled way, though his features lacked the refinement of a Sidhe. The gleaming red eyes certainly did not help.
“Leanansidhe. It is a pleasure to see you again. Welcome to my Hall.” His words were courteous, but Lea saw through his pretence with ease. He was as barbaric and underdeveloped as the monsters he called his subjects. Despite her distaste, Lea’s smile remained fixed on her face.
“Your hospitality is much appreciated,” she said, her words practiced and precise. Courtly manners and graces were instinctual to the High Sidhe. “But might I enquire into the reason for my visitation, pleasant though it is.”
A small smile tugged at the Erlking’s lips.
“You are required to settle a debt between your Queen and I.”
Lea raised an eyebrow.
“And what debt is that exactly?”
A chuckle rumbled from the Erlking’s chest, which was echoed by the crowd of goblins.
“In return for my assistance in a difficult matter, your Queen offered me a gift.”
“And what gift was that?”
The Erlking grinned as the snickers of the goblins continued to rustle around them.
“You.”
Lea’s smile never wavered, though she felt a chill crawl down her spine.
“I am not sure I follow.”
“It’s quite simple my dear,” said the Erlking, waving his hands dismissively. “Your Queen gave me free reign to do to you whatever I wish.”
Lea just continued to smile up at the massive fae, her eyes gleaming.
“Those were her exact words?”
“More or less.”
Immediately, Lea’s arms shot up and a maelstrom of amethyst and emerald light exploded from her palms. The dark murmuring of the goblin’s dissolved into surprised shrieks as they were caught in her magical vortex.
Lea lowered her arms, allowing the light to fade away. Every goblin in the great hall had disappeared. No burn marks, no ashes, nothing. They were simply gone. Only the Erlking remained, still reclined in his throne with an amused expression on his face.
“The stories of your power do not exaggerate, Leanansidhe,” he said with a chuckle.
She shrugged, her expression apologetic.
“My Queen gives you permission to do with me what you wish. But she never said that I could not resist.”
The Erlking nodded, acknowledging her point.
“Indeed. But unfortunately, I cannot just let you leave.”
He stood, his nine foot frame stretching up from the throne to tower over Lea.
“I have a debt to collect.”
Lea’s eyes flashed and light began to swirl around her hands once again.
“So be it,” she growled, her voice as cold and sharp as ice.
Her hands shot up, sending a bolt of light hurtling towards the Erlking. He batted the energy aside effortlessly and with a guttural roar, hurled himself off of the dais at his prey.
Lea side stepped effortlessly, letting the King crash to the earth, cracking the stone as he landed. Another beam of light jetted at the Lord of Goblins, which glanced harmlessly on his black shoulder plate. Lea took note of this and directed her next beam at the Erlking’s face.
The Erlking snarled, clutching at his eyes and staggering backwards slightly, allowing Lea to take advantage of his moment of weakness. Her fingers danced through the air and ribbons of light swirled around the leader of the Wild Hunt before snapping against his armour. His arms were now bound tightly to his sides and he struggled against his bonds, grunting in frustration as Lea raised her palms once more.
She gathered as much energy as she could, ready to deliver a finishing blow. Violet melded with emerald as the lightning crackled in her palms. A fierce grin adored her face and her eyes were alight with glee. The King had underestimated her new power and would pay the price.
A wave of lightning surged towards his still struggling form, but before it could reach him, there was a flash of green and his bonds snapped. Instantly, a sword was clutched in his hands, glowing with Goblin fire. The flames met the lightning head on and instantly, the entire hall was filled with blinding light. A tremendous force assailed Lea from all sides and she felt herself being thrown to the ground as searing heat whirled around her, licking at her skin. Then, there was darkness.
When Lea opened her eyes, she was greeted by the rather unpleasant sight of a blazing sword poised to strike above her head. She snarled and tried to raise her hands to ward off the blade, but found that her limbs were chained down. As her rattled brain cleared, she realized that she was chained to the Erlking’s throne while the Goblin Lord towered over her, sword raised. With a jolt, she also realized that she was completely naked. It seemed that the fire had burned away her clothes. She rolled her eyes. How convenient.
“That was an impressive display, Leanansidhe,” growled the Erlking. “I have long admired your strength...among other assets you possess.” His eyes drifted down her slender, naked form hungrily. Lea just glared at him, trying to build up her magic, but found that the chains dug into her bare skin, sapping her of her strength.
“I wish I could say the same for you, my dear King,” she spat, hatred burning in her eyes. “Do not think that I will-“
Her words were smothered as the Erlking’s lips clamped down over her own. Her eyes widened and for a moment, she was frozen in place while his rough tongue explored the inside of her mouth. Then she regained her senses and bit down, trying to sever that serpent’s tongue, but it had already darted out of her mouth with uncanny swiftness. The Erlking pulled away from her, a wide grin plastered across his face.
“This will be so much easier if you cooperate, Leanansidhe.”
With that, he stepped back and began to take off his armour. Lea glowered at him as he disrobed, unable to shake the feeling of déjà vu. Her mind wandered back to her encounter with Vadderung not too long ago. Just the thought of it made her shiver.
Before long, the Erlking stood bare before her and she couldn’t help but admire the corded muscle of his lean, athletic frame. Her eyes travelled down from his chiselled abdomen and the breath caught in her throat when she saw the appendage slowly beginning to stand at attention between his legs. Perhaps it was her imagination, but it was even longer and thicker than Vadderung’s rod. She did her best not to let her amazement show.
“Well, that’s certainly disappointing,” she sighed, making sure to appear bored and uninterested.
The Erlking shrugged, clearly apathetic to her reaction. He moved forward, planting a surprisingly gentle kiss on her cheek while his long fingers ran through her copper locks. She could feel his member pressing against her leg, almost searing hot against her icy skin.
“I hope you will enjoy this as much as I will,” he said, still grinning, an almost mischievous glint in his crimson eyes.
“I assure you, I wo-“ She gasped as his fingers delved into her folds without warning.
After twisting along her sex for a moment, Erlking found her clit and began pinching at the nub, teasing and twiddling her sensitive area. Lea hissed in frustration through tightly gritted teeth. The Erlking certainly knew what he was doing. One finger slid inside her and began to work in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. The digit was so long and thick that it would have compared to the appendages of most other beings, Seelie, Unseelie, or mortal. She could feel the juices beginning to moisten her slit, despite her best efforts to remain unresponsive. Before long, she began to feel the pressure building in her and she readied herself for her orgasm, keeping her mouth clamped shut.
But just as she felt herself about to topple off the edge, the Erlking’s fingers snapped back and she was left dangling.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes were filled with a mixture of confusion and fury. She found herself breathing heavily as she began the long descent from her almost-orgasm.
“What in the name of Winter do you think you are doing?” she snarled.
Instead of answering, his hand plunged forward again. Once more, his finger snaked into her canal, drawing a soft moan from the High Sidhe. She quickly shut her mouth, even as the Erlking’s finger slid in and out of her wet folds, slowly and methodically. Still sensitive from before, she found herself building towards that height once again. But just as he had done previously, before Lea could peak, he withdrew.
The Leanansidhe let out a shout of pure frustration and her fists clenched and unclenched while the Erlking stood before her, chuckling to himself. She could feel her mind beginning to cloud over, but shook her head, trying to focusing herself once more. She would not play his little game.
But before she could clear her head completely, the Erlking went back to work, once again plunging his finger into her. All she could do was sit there, completely immobilised as once again, he brought her to the edge of orgasm before pulling away.
With a sadistic light in his eyes, the Erlking repeated the process again and again, with the interval between his assaults becoming shorter and shorter. Lea found herself writhing against her bonds, unconsciously thrusting her hips towards his fingers in an attempt to force herself over the edge, to no avail.
By the time the Erlking had finished, Lea was shaking uncontrollably, breathing hard. A combination of her sweat and the juices of her sex were beginning to coat the throne.
“Bar...barbarian...” she hissed, trying once more to worm free of her bonds. “What do you...what do you want from me?”
His red eyes flashed.
“I want you to beg me to fuck you.”
Lea was rendered speechless for a moment.
“Excuse me?”
“The mortals are flawed and weak, certainly, but they do have quite a talent with words. Your godson certainly did. I quite like one word they use. ‘Fuck’. So dirty...filthy...carnal. What do you think?”
Lea shook her head in disbelief. He could not honestly think that she would stoop so low.
“I am the Leanansidhe,” she growled. “I do not beg.”
In an instant, the Erlking drove into her, this time using two fingers. It took all of about thirty seconds to bring her to the edge. He pulled away once more. She all but screamed in rage.
The Lord of the Wildhunt just shook his head and chuckled.
“Beg.”
“No.”
He repeated the process again. And again. And again.
Lea’s eyes were screwed shut and she found herself moaning softly to herself each time his fingers left her. Her head was bowed, the copper hair that she normally sculpted so perfectly strewn about her flushed face. Her lips moved as she tried to drag a few coherent words from her jumbled mind.
“I...I..”
Before she could finish her gabbled sentence, the Erlking abruptly turned away and stepped off the dais. Lea looked up, her eyes going wide as she saw him walking away.
“Where are you....what are you doing?” she spluttered. She was well aware of the heat still burning through her loins.
The Erlking paused and glanced over his shoulder before calling out to her.
“I’m leaving. That is...unless you have something to ask me?”
Lea groaned, shaking her head in frustration. The heat was unbearable, she needed release. It felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out. The Erlking snapped his fingers and to Lea’s surprise, the chains binding her disappeared. She lurched forward, almost toppling off of the throne.
The Erlking was looming over her in an instant. Lea looked up at him, her eyes clouded.
“Beg,” he commanded.
She bowed her head, avoiding his crimson glare. A sigh rippled through her body as she slumped in defeat. She needed release, and she needed it immediately.
“I...I want you to...” She sighed again. “I want you to fuck me.”
A booming laugh echoed across the hall.
Lea cried out as she found herself wrenched to her feet and spun around so that she was facing the throne. A rough hand pushed against her back until she was bent over, her hands resting against the stone armrests. She gasped when she felt something hard slap against the underside of her thigh.
“As you wish.”
The Erlking pressed the bulbous head of his member against her dripping opening. Her legs were quivering in anticipation as the heat became almost unbearable. Then without further delay, he plunged his entire length into her depths. In a split second, he speared into her, bottoming out in her cunt. Lea’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged as the Lord of the Wildhunt split her in two.
In that single instant, she was hurled off the precipice, into mind numbing, brutal ecstasy. Her arms spasmed, barely able to keep her body aloft as she screamed for all she was worth. The heat that had been gathering within her exploded through her shaking body, filling her with a searing flame that drove all rational thought from her mind. The Erlking wasted no time, rutting into her with total abandon. Each thrust caused her firm ass to ripple and elicited a squeal from the High Sidhe as his balls slapped against her clit. Saliva dripped from her mouth down onto the seat, already coated with her juices. She could not think of her Queen, her power, her bargains, all she could think about was the rod tearing her apart.
“Ohhhh...ohhh...ohh....in the name of Winter...”
A sharp pain surged from her backside, accompanied by a resounding crack. She cried out in protest and the Erlking responded with another smack, and another. Lea yelped with each blow, but to her surprise found a strange twinge of pleasure amongst the pain.
“Ohhhh....OHHH! You’re so...you’re so...big,” she gasped, shaking her head to and fro. She could almost see the Erlking’s smirk. A genuine compliment from a Winter Sidhe was not to be taken lightly.
“FUCK ME!”
Lea felt the King’s fingers snake through her hair, and groaned as her head was yanked backwards, allowing the monstrous fae to drive into her even deeper. This drove her over the edge once more and her spine contorted until she was bent into a C shape, screaming at the ceiling of the hall. Every muscle in her lithe frame went tight, clearly visible through her alabaster skin. Then she slumped forward, her arms no longer able to support herself. Her breasts were pressed against the hard stone of the seat and her head bowed as the Erlking continued to plunge into her, his pace only increasing.
Orgasm after orgasm crashed through her and by the third wave, her legs had lost all their strength, her lower half held up only by the King’s muscled arms. She was panting, writhing, clawing desperately at the stone as the pleasure threatened to overtake her mind.
The Erlking drew back until only the head of his rod was left in the sidhe’s snatch, and then with a mighty roar, he shoved his entire length back inside. Chips of stone crumbled down from the ceiling. The walls shook. The throne trembled.
Lea’s eyes went as wide as saucers and her mouth formed a circle, no air left in her lungs to scream. Pleasure and pain mingled together as one, bringing the Sidhe down into oblivion. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a final moan before she succumbed to darkness.
When she awoke, she found herself slumped not over the throne, but over one of the tables lining the hall. She groaned softly, feeling her entire body throbbing in pain and pleasure. She noted dimly that she felt wet, as if she had been splattered in some thick liquid.
“You have done well, Leanansidhe.”
She managed to gather enough strength to crane her head over her shoulder and see the Erlking standing behind her. To her amazement, his member was still rock hard. His eyes flashed.
“But it is not over yet.”
Her eyes widened when he stepped forward, pressing the tip of his member against her puckered asshole.
“No! You can’t...I won’t let you-“
His hand crashed against her backside, silencing her immediately.
“I don’t think you understand,” he snarled, the very air around him warping. “You are mine.”
He began to work his gargantuan length into her hole, relishing her cries. She screamed louder and louder with each inch that pressed into her. It felt as if she was going to explode. His rod seemed to stretch on endlessly, ripping through her without mercy.
“AHHH! No! Please! FOR THE LOVE OF WINTER! You’re...you’re TOO BIG!”
Her nails scraped against the wood and the table creaked as she writhed uncontrollably.
“YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!”
At last, the King bottomed out inside her, enjoying the impossible tightness for a moment. He brought his head closer to hers, nuzzling past her copper mane to lick and nibble at her ear.
“That’s the general idea, my dear Sidhe.”
With that, the Erlking grabbed hold of her arms, pulling them behind her. He pulled hard, jerking her backwards while he speared forward. She could only howl in agonised pleasure. In the back of her mind, Lea burned with shame. She was being rutted like a common hound in a Summer Court. But the Erlking obliterated the thought with a series of spine tingling lunges.
The King was caught up in the moment as he rutted wildly into his mate. She was a wondrous sight to behold, bent over at the waist, her entire body splattered with his seed. He watched his rod spear into her tight ass hole, in and out, rippling her flesh with each impact. Her slit was positively dripping and he could see her juices running down her thighs. She was his, and his entirely.
“BEG!” he roared.
Lea’s mind was too fuck numbed to do anything but comply.
“Ohhh! AHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME!” she babbled, her back arching with pleasure. She could scarcely believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. But it felt too good to care. “I’m your whore, oh fuck, FUCK! I’m your fucking WHORE! Fuuuuck! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”
The Erlking was nothing if not generous, and redoubled his efforts and began to spear himself into her with all his strength. The table began to splinter, shaking wildly with each thrust, until it shattered all together.
With no strength left to hold herself up, Lea sagged forward to land on her knees amidst the mass of broken wood. With no strength left in her arms to hold herself up, Lea’s head and breasts delved into the wreckage as her ass was still held up by the Erlking, who fell with her, so that they were both on their knees. He continued to ram into her, regardless of the destruction, utterly maddened by lust. She was quivering in his grip, bawling her brains out as she came once more.
Then without warning, the Erlking pulled out of her, drawing out a string of curses as she was almost pulled inside out. He scooped up her limp body with ease and then with a flash of green fire, he had her propped up against the wall, effortlessly holding her up with his hands digging into her ass cheeks. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking around the small of his back.
Then with a grunt, he impaled her juicy little snatch once again, driving the breath out of her. His lips closed over hers and this time, her tongue danced with his while she moaned quietly into his mouth.
The Erlking pulled away and began impaling her once more.
"Oh fuck," she moaned as the King began sucking at her neck .
"It’s too much...too much," she murmured. Lea’s nails were clawing at his back as he continued his relentless thrusting, slamming her repeatedly into the wall. She was whimpering now, delirious from pleasure and unable to do anything but lean against the wall as the air was crushed from her lungs with each brutal thrust.
“MINE!” roared the Erlking. Small tongues of green fire began to burst from his nostrils. “YOU ARE MINE!”
He went ballistic, ramming into Lea with a force that shook the entire hall. He slammed into her over and over, each thrust more brutal than the last. The wall cracked and crumbled and Lea began convulsing as every muscle in her body spasmed spontaneously. He was doing it, he was killing her, fucking her into oblivion. The scorching pleasure was too much for her overstimulated body. Her eyes rolled and her mouth opened in a bloodcurdling scream. The Erlking finally released his seed, spurting into her with blast after blast of searing liquid.
Lea slumped back against the cracked wall, her eyes open but unseeing and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Saliva dripped lazily down her chin while the Erlking’s molten essence overflowed from her ravaged slit.
The Erlking released his iron grip on her buttocks, and she simply crumpled unceremoniously to the cold floor. The Lord of the Wildhunt stared down at her, breathing hard. The Leanansidhe was sprawled before him, quivering and moaning softly to herself while a puddle of her own juices formed around her, mixing with his seed.
After his breath had returned to him, he grinned, admiring her ravaged body.
“I would like to thank you for your services, Leanansidhe,” he said. Her only response was a barely audible groan.
“But don’t worry, the fun is not over just yet.” His red eyes glimmered. “I have you for seven days.”
Lea’s eyes drooped and she let darkness take her. It was going to be a long week.
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