Now Oberron trusted Alynia to make the right judgement call. He knew he was incapable of doing so, maybe in another century or two of freedom though not now. Yes, he wanted to do something mean but Alyina had been against it.

She seemed to pick up on the turmoil within him, kissed his cheek while Corwin was away. He could not remain mad at her, he wasn't upset with her either, disappointment that he didn't get do to something cruel but at the same time he wasn't going to do anything that couldn't be fixed.

Corwin was a good man, he lacked bravery preferring to fake his death because it was safer for him but this had been Sable, could he have been faulted? He also knew that Alynia was correct, that the past was the past so before Corwin returned he kissed the back of his hand, held it, and without words let her know that her choice was fine either way. Fey were notorious in losing their tempers easily after all and having someone that was so level headed was a good balance.

Now he was aware that Alynia followed most of what was said, but not all. He nodded slightly as he listened. So the Rune Carvers known for setting up runes and glyphs for Sable and versed in necromantic magic dealt with their foes the Scribe Seekers, who were known for acquiring ancient lore in the dark arts. The two clans were rivals for as long as Oberron had remembered though distances keot them apart. Not so now.

But as she questioned the matter about the Black Prince it was Oberron that ecplained. "He is the lord of the unseelie court ... think of the unseelie as dark hearted faeries. He is not full unseelie either, his mother consorte with demons and he has incubus blood coursing through his veins. He is elven, or rather half elven and took over when he alledgedly poisoned his own mother.

"He was banned from Avalon long ago to the darkest reaches of the Shadow but his unseelie court grew in power. He is highly intelligent to, an accomplished fencer and a marvelous student of the magical arts to. He consorted with Sable in the distant past and even had a few dalliances with her, they had tried to sire a child but we were given the boon that the Black Prince is infertile, thus he was seeking out the Heart of Storms at one stage.

"He even assisted sable in getting Titiana and while he did not kill her, that was Sable, he might as well have. His return signifies bad news, especially since he is so versed in Shadow magic. More so than even myself."

Alynia felt more comforted as Oberron kissed her hand gently, but she still felt the atmosphere was stiff. It was as if Corwin dared not to offend the king again, but Alynia was confident that as he drank more he would loosen up. She picked up her own cup again and held it in her lap with both hands. She felt odd being the only one not drinking but she knew it was better for her this way.

Wetting her lips and taking a small sip she listened with a slight frown at this Black Prince. “Poisoned his own mother.” She muttered angrily. “Horrible.” This little fact touched a nerve. Though it normally did not affect her, because her mother died when Alynia was so young, she was a bit bothered by this idea. Alynia who had lived her life with many inconsistent and overbearing care takers, had always wanted such a stable mother figure. She couldn’t fathom to understand why someone resorted to killing their own parent.

Alynia tried to recall what an incubus was; only slightly remembering it as a type of demon that haunted women in their sleep. But no matter whom he was, Alynia surely had no desire to meet some with the name of the Black Prince, especially if he had any connection with Sable. She nodded in agreement that it was a good thing they never had a child.

The list of dangers that resided in this kingdom only grew more and more numerous as time went on. She sighed softly briefly reminded that was the reason she could not stay. She drank from her glass again, carefully noting how much she was alcohol she was taking in. She placed a hand on Oberron’s leg in comfort as he spoke about his late wife. “I don’t know about before, but at least now, if he used to dote upon Sable his motivation could simply be revenge.” She reasoned, thinking. "And if he knows about the details, specifically towards you."

Alynia was really in the dark about the Black Prince, but she was interested in learning more. Understanding was never a bad thing. "How long has he been at large?" She pondered directing her question toward Corwin rather than Oberron. Knowing how long the Prince had been in power allowed her to give a reasonable estimate on his accumilation of power. "And what was he banished from Avalon for?"

His name was Gersham. But rarely did anyonne refer to him as anything but the Black Prince.

Alynia could see a small glint of pain in Oberron's eyes as he spoke of his late wife, obviously remembering the details of her passing but as she reached out to his he regarded her, brushed a hand over her cheek and smiled briefly and while the smile did not quiet reach his eyes the pain there seemed to diminish some as her face was reflected in his eyes. Pain, happiness, the look he wore now was a cross between the two and the smile had been meant to reassure her no doubt.

While the atmosphere here was a little stiff she had assumed correctly. The more he drank, the more Corwin relaxed.

Oberron shook his head briefly. "Oh, no, that's not it. He and Sable had similar goals, he did not dote on her. I don't think he has or ever will for that matter love anyone other than himself ...

"Though his mother was no saint either though she was the lesser of the two evils. Of course the Black Prince has demon blood flowing through his veins as well as being an unseelie fey so he was already bond to be evil. He is bad news, very bad news. But it seems that in the wake of Sable's passing there are many things that have to be dealt with. The Deathless, Sable's goblins and the Black Prince need to all be dealt with in time.

"So he must be after something else, perhaps he sees the court as weak at this time and is moving in for the kill, their is no end of reasons that the unseelie would bring stife against the fey."

He explained, trying to understand the motives of the Black Prince. He wondered about Cinder, the dragon. To subvert a dragon to you will you needed to have incredible power, and while powerful was the Black Prince that strong. That was impossible, if he believed that then he might have tossed away hope altogether, No, it was more likely that the dragon was an ally in which case how did it benefit from such an alliance? Once he worked it out he could work out the Black Prince's motives. A part of him wished Sable was still alive, he wouldn't have all this aftermath to deal with.

True the goblins were numerous though easy enough to deal with for the most part so that wasn't a huge problem. He could not hope to best the Deathless for a bit unless of course he was clever, which he was, and the thing was a brute after all. The Black Prince? Well there were few things Oberron feared though that was one of them.

"Not long," Corwin was saying as he consider it. "A few months, long enough to challenge Sable's minions but not long enough to get a clear idea of what he was doing. He's distant enough that he hasn't been much of a force in these parts but close enough to be a worry. Plus his minions are here on occasion so there's obviously something here that he wants. Knowing you are now in charge of the kingdom again there is no doubt that he will turn against you."

Both men regarded her in silence for a moment but it was Corwin that spoke first. "He attempted to dominate Immolator and even tried to conquer Avalon and would have succeeded in not for Merlin. He was defeated but not killed, cast out to wander the Shadows and never to settle on one for long as Merlin had cursed him but he has command of Shadow Magic now, he can walk amongst Shadows, dwell in all realms save for Avalon and can even move from shadow to shadow now over enormous distances.

"Avalon is protected, there are a few wasys to get to there from here ..."

Oberron jumped up then, his eyes wide. "He is trying to get to Avalon, of course! If he gets the glade he could go there, but he can't get the glade to work until the forest returns ... dragon heart ... does he intend to kill Cinder? No, he can't, it's too difficult or he would have done so already the ..."

He looked at Corwn who nodded and took a drink.

"Artmesis Blessing? But why does Cinder want to conqueor Avalon? To topple Immolator as king of dragons? Maybe." Oberron vocalized his thoughts out loud, he could be off the mark of course but he was brainstorming things and that was what popped to mind. Yes, not revenge against him but revenge against Merlin ...

She returned a shaky smile at him. There was no way to completely understand what he was going through, but Alynia was determined to help him in any way she could. Secretly in the back of her mind she was worrying if it was her mild resemblance of the past Fey queen that troubled him.

She liked hearing Oberron organize his thoughts even if it was to distract him from more painful thoughts. It made him appear more prepared as well as more determined which is something Alynia had liked about him from the beginning. It allowed her to briefly view his complex intellectual mind. It was only after she realized both men regard her carefully when she began to think about what was said. She breifly wondered why they were looking at her before speaking.

"Well that makes sense..." she paused saying her words slowly as if she was thinking about it as her sentence formed. "Well assuming that what you say is fact, if both of you are aiming to regenerate the forest to use... Maybe it could be worse for now." she paused peering upward thoughtfully. "I suppose time is in your favor."

"Besides, what is there to do about it now? Atleast for now, from what I understand, the Prince would wish for the forest to regenerate as quickly as possible which is one of the same goals as ours." she paused hoping she made sense.

Drinking from her glass again just for something to fill in her silence, she quickly realized maybe she was having a bit too much. The mug was almost empty from her mindless sipping. She hastily put the cup down telling herself to have no more. She blinked her eyes and rubbed her temples, how could it be only now she realized her drink disappearing. It was only after she fully realized the amount she drank that her mind felt foggy. She squeezed her knees together she let out a puff of air. "I'm just saying for now you should up your own ways to help your home, and the prince his ways. Atleast for a little while... Keep an eye on it. Did that make any sense?" she asked looking from Oberron to Corwin.

She didn't want to worry about this Black Prince, she didn't want to worry about dragons. In all honesty she wanted to relax and chat with an old friend (if you can call it that) and then later spend a night as a husband and wife should. But Alynia realized that it was Oberron's duty, and also hers, to care about all of this. She liked having an impact, she also liked saying what as on her mind. She didn't get to do this a lot when she was back in her old home, and so even though she knew it was fleeting and dangers surrounded them from all sides, Alynia felt content and she felt happy.

As their little fireplace flickered, the shadows grew longer. The night was falling fast.

Oberron thought of matters, turning the subject over in his mind though it was Corwin that mentioned anything. "You highness, I think you fail to fully comprehend the situation -"

He immediately fell silent as Oberron snapped his gaze toward him and he bowed his head. "Forgive me, I meant nothing by it."

Oberron took a sip of his drink, was silent for a long moment then spoke as he gazed at Alynia. He appreciated her thoughts of course. She was wise beyond her years too and was more sensible then him. He was smarter he felt but he had centuries of knowledge at his finger tips, but he was fey and often let his passions rule him so she was certainly the wiser and it was more than once that he had refrained only because she saw that it was sensible to do so.

"I believe that Corwin was trying to relay that even though we may share the same goals we fey have alternate means of getting to Avalon that the Black Prince doesn't know about. He knows of the glade, also knows that it will do him little good as it is now and thus he needs to repair it before he can use it. Once it is repaired he will want to marshal his army through to Avalon, a bad thing. Of course to get to the forest he would have to cut through our territory and thus anything in his path.

"It may actually be ideal to slow him down a bit until we marshal enough force to deal with him in full. This is a development I did not expect and one I will have to think over. I cannot hope to challenge him myself until the forest is restored so we have to delay him just long enough to gather our forces, allow him to restore the forest then move against him at once before he seeks out Avalon. Once he is done with Merlin he will turn his attention back to the fey without a doubt. If one think could be predicted about him is his hatred for the fey.

"We will have to cut this conversation short," he set his drink down and rose. Once standing he reached out an arm to help her up to her feet. "I must make preparations as soon possible. Corwin, keep the bottle, we'll be back another time. And Corwin?"

"Yes, milord?"

"What do you think of your new queen?"

"Wonderful my lord," he knelt before the two, head bowed. "Wise beyond her years and more radiant than the sun ..."

Oberron gazed at Alynia for a moment as if to say that he had ways to praise her without doing so himself. "Of course you're just saying that because she spared you ..."

"Mo milord, while that just proves that she is wise beyond years what I say is truth."

Oberron looked to her for a moment. "Is there any last commands that you may have my love?"

Alynia sighed light heartedly. "Really, one day I will leanr enough secrets to understand what Fey think. But by all means I doubt that day is coming any soon." she shook her head with soft smile, how could have she known there were more ways than one to get to Avalon? Alynia was not very concerned with her lack of knowledge, for now no one expected her to know these things, so she supposed her disposition would be able to fill her royal position for now.

Alynia gladly accepted his hand assisting her to stand. Her legs wobbled slghtly, and she was feeling a bit more tipsy as she stood up. But she had limited her alchohol consumption enough to atleast walk safely. Grasping Oberrons hand tightly both because she simply wanted to and for balance she smiled at Corwin prepared to bid good bye only to fluster and smile kindly at his compliments. Though she certainly also believed she won the lephrechaun's favor by sparing him from her husband's wrath, she was flattered.

"You are most kind, but I hope to become truly as wise as you say." she responded humbly with a modest grin.

Alynia looked up at Oberron and shook her head. "No commands, but it would be nice if Corwin rose his head to say good bye." she teased the kneeling lephrechaun kind heartedly. At these words Corwin peered upward. Alyna bid him good bye and leaned over giving him a friendly peck on the cheek. "I will see you again" she stated happily.

As Oberron and Alynia steped out of the cave, Alynia shivered slightly. Looking up at the sky she deduced maybe it was three or four hours before midnight. She wondered for a moment where had all that time gone. Her small hand felt considerably nice in his large warm palm. As they walked toward where Alynia guessed it was where they came from, the steadily grew larger the further they were from the cave. The moon above was slightly misted over by grey clouds, but it provided sufficient light for them to see the way.

She leaned into Oberron lovingly for balance. "Sorry, I didn't realize I felt this way until I realized my cup was nearly empty." she giggled softly as they walked along a dirt pathway lined with trees on both sides. Alynia assumed lead back to the gnome village but she wasn't sure, things looked different at night. She hummed merrily as they strode, a smooth romantic tune. "By the way, I don't know what preparations you were really talking about, but isnt it a bit late?" she mused. "I know I said your responsibilities were important, but so is rest." A cute grin read on her features. She tilted her head wondering where they were to rest and sleep anyways.

Alynia's skin radiated under the scarce moonlight. "Hmm, tell me what you want to do." she requested innocently. There was time left before the new day began and after she selected visiting the leprechaun who turned out to be a fugitive, it was only fair to comply with his wishes.

Corwin awknowledged her by gazing up from the floor after a moment. bidding her fair wll. Of course Obberron could tell that the drinking today was beginning to have an effect as she got up to her feet. He could not complain though how she had to lean against him now, not in the least and he found himself snuggling up to her side as they left the cave behind them, getting larger with each step from the place until they once again retuned to their normal size.

Obberron was silent though, his eyes cast up to the darkening sky above them. Walking the Shadow, cutting across the forest seemed to take more time than he thought aqnd while it had been his original intention to return back to Sable's castle by nightfall it was clear that he had miscalculated. But he thought quickly, figured they could return to the gnome village and stay there for the night then get an early start on things.

"Alynia, Alynia, Alynia, you need not apologize to me. Besides, I am partially to blame I did say have a glass, Corwin would have been offended otherwise, not that I would have been concerned mid you but I figured that you wouldn't want to make a faux pas unintentionally."

He assisted her along, thinking about what she said earlier about fey secrets. Yes, there were a lot of them but he did not want to overwhelm her all at once. He paused suddenly. Froze and looked around frantically then waited.

"Oh uh ..."

A bit of concern overtook him then though she had found out why when she had learned what it was. He tried to summon up the Shadows to hasten their transit time to the village but found that something blocked him from using it. Suspecting an ambush or attack of some sort he gazed about the trees. His immediate suspecions were that Puck was making a play against him, an assassination attempt though nothing came.

Fortunately the village was not far but if he could not call upon the Shadow then ...

He looked at her then. "I cannot call upon the Shadow and without it I cannot send you back."

He was concerned that she was in danger though at the same time at ease since she would be staying a little longer than expected. He supposed he would have to call upon the winds to cross the forest swiftly in the morning.

"New plan. We will spend the bight amongst the gnomes, the goblins are more active at night and so is the Deathless so we'll avoid most hazards by traveling by day.

He considered what he wanted to do. Get to the bottom of this mystery, could others still walk the Shadows? He highly doubted that it was an isolated thing and only he was affected by this. So what phenonominom caused this? But answers would have to wait until they got back to the castle. So what did he wish to do now? He paused, considered the question a bit. It was almost like getting a blank check so to speak but he did not wish to sound too eager. Still ...

"Get back to the village, secure lodgings and spend some time with my wife." If she was going to have trouble walking he might have well been the cause though he did not say anything to the effect for he was not put out by her condition at all. Already the gnomish village was appearing in sight and there were still a few people out.

"You did agree to two drinks tonight, and we won't be traveling until tomorrow and even then we shall be using the winds .... of course you had only agreed to the one more drink, nothing further so ..." he reached back into that pouch and produced a coin showing her that it indeed had two sides to it.

"I'll tell you what. Heads and you get to come up with any plans in addition that you wish, if tails then I can do the same, deal?" Why not let fate decide this once, hmm?

“Of course I want to be safe, but it doesn’t bother me that I can’t leave you for the time being.” She mused happily. “It’s safe right now isn’t it? So why bother worrying.” Giving him a comforting smile she watched with interest as he brought out the coin. “I don’t even have to leave in the morning if possible.” She suggested innocently and sighed. She was concerned with her own well being of course being she had no way to fend for herself but she didn’t want to leave him.

She was suddenly distracted when Oberron let go of her hand to show her a coin. Taking a second to admire the elegant carved design of the heads side and the tails side, for she had no had the chance to see Fey money too closely, she shrugged and nodded. “Why not?” she quipped waiting for him to flip the coin.

The coin spun upward and landed in his palm, and he opened his hand showing her a coin promptly flipped heads up. She paused for a moment before grinning and clapping her hands together cutely, “That’s me isn’t it?” Alynia murmured tilting her head thinking of the possibilities of what she did want to do. Alynia decided to address practicality first.

“We should probably find a place to stay the night.” She said logically taking Oberron’s hand once more as they walked toward the village. Her mind wandered to the square shaped bottle Oberron held in her other hand and bit her lip, excited.

They walked along the brightly lit street littered with the remains of a party occurring earlier today. Though there were still a few people out talking animatedly, but the majority had turned in to rest for the night. Gnomes were people who certainly needed their sleep. Her eyes wandered from building to building wondering if she would be able to find an inn of some sort. They strolled for a bit before Alynia noticed a larger building that seemed to be able to accommodate other species other than gnomes with a sign with some Fey writing she failed to comprehend. But what caught her attention was a little green painted house. “Is that a place we can stay?” she asked Oberron waiting for his nod before walking towards the old fashioned but cozy looking building.

Walking inside, she found the insides much like a comfortable lodge. Most of the structure was made of wood. Alongside Oberron, she approached the front desk. The gnome women standing there looked at them briefly and bowed. “A room?” she asked in a song sing voice. It seemed she knew English. “Yes please.” Alynia answered politely. The woman reached under the desk handing them an old fashioned labeled key with a room number. “It’s that stairwell.” She said pointing at a staircase behind her.

Alynia took the key with a thank you and squeezed Oberron’s hand toward the designated staircase. The room that had been given to them was compact, but very roomy. Not much was present besides a large bed, a dresser, and a mirror. She was glad to see complimentary drinks on the dresser. There was a door off to the side lead to a full bathroom.

Alynia turned around with a smile wrapping her arms around Oberron’s neck giving him a passionate kiss, a prelude of her decision of what she want to happen. But the contact of their lips was short, as Alynia took the square bottle of mead from him with a grin. Quite truthfully she would not be acting like this if she had not had a drink while visiting Corwin. She opened the bottle and poured the honey colored liquid into a glass, smiling at Oberron before raising the glass to her lips. A sweet honey herbal taste met her tongue, though she couldn’t say it was the best wine she had today this one had a bit more use.

She hummed thoughtfully, “I’m going to take a shower.” Alynia suddenly stated teasing slightly by making him wait. Walking into the bathroom she gave him a sly smile before closing the door softly not bothering to lock it. Alcohol really did wonders to a person.

The may be danger. He didn't know what the pheniomium was that blocked his passage into the Shadow but after a moment in realizing that it was not an assassination attempt he relaxed somewhat as his gaze shifted to the trees, just in case.

"No, I suppose there is no foreseeable danger, and while I am concerned about your well being, concerned about a few loose ends and new developments I must confess a certain happiness as well. I can't send you back even if I wanted to at this stage. But being close is wonderful, and no, you do not have to part in the morning now. I was working under the assumption that seeing Kim before the morning would have been unlikely, she and the hunter seem to want to get further acquainted."

Aegir was running a shared story line with the two girls that brought them together in parts but at others they were living out their own adventures. Kim's was darker, though Aegir did not keep to darker moods often and the mood of that story line brightened a bit as it intersected with Arn.

Oberron nodded. "That it is. I was going to cheat a little and flip the coin using magic if things went against me," he grinned, "though knowing the outcome ahead of time is boring so I let fate decide ... besides, there will be other coin tosses, other chances to make you squeal a little."

Whether or not he was implying something or kidding was so hard to tell with him. He was King of the Fey after all ...

He fathomed that most of the gnomes would have put them up for the night but Alynia found an inn that he had not recalled. Of course he was locked up for the last few centuries too. He nodded and headed towards it though he barely had time to flip the coin he had used towards the inn keeper. It was magically done of course since he had a grip on the mead with that hand as well.

"Keep the change." He was a bit preoccupied thinking over what his wife had in store for him had Oberron fairly curious. In any event she had to the morning to have her fun and he was fey so he doubted that she would surprise him with something new ... well, he figured that she could still surprise him to a certain degree since there were things that he might not be expecting from her just yet and things in the human culture that were different that he did not understand fully or got wrong.

The heat of her lips lingered against him, though he had to wonder about her statement. Did she wish for him to follow? Wait for him? One thing that Oberron would have overlooked was the fact that alcohol tended to lower human inhibitions too.

After standing there, mildly aroused at that already he made his way to the bathroom door, opening slowly. Currently though he was just standing there with a drink in his hand, eyes washing over here naked form.

There was no shower head but rather a wand angled over head with a button on it's side that when pressed magically created water. There were three other buttons on the other side that controlled the temperature and a magical hole in the basin that collected the water so the basin did not over flow.

He set his drink down near a towel rack then walked forward as he appreciated the view.

Alynia almost shuddered at the thought of what would've happened to her if the coin hang landed of the side it did, but not the matter. He had already assured her there would be many opportunities for him to ravaage her senseless, but for now she would just gladly enjoy the situation present. Currently she was facing away from the door, and even though she heard it click open she continued to pull her dress over her head leaving her breasts bare. She bent over to pull down her panties and stepped out of them. 

She turned around, Alynia was naked except her her hands which were crossed over her chest in a tantilizing manner. Normally Alynia would stammering and blushing like no other, but with a buzzing feeling in her head she felt a bit more brazen. "Hmm, it you wanted to join me you could've just asked." She stepped a bit closer to him with a cute cheeky grin. Hopefully Oberron appreciated her initiative. 

She gave him another horrible teasing kiss just made more intimate by her nudity. Pressing her chest into him slightly, it was a much less than innocent open mouth kiss. But it only lasted a second longer than the one before. Alynia stepped back and turned again to start up the shower. In the back of her mind she was a nervous about being so bold, but the want to have his hands run over her body exceeded her conscious. Wanting to let he shower heat up, she sauntered back to Oberron looking up at him with misted, loving eyes. Oh, how she loved to please him. Truly the result of alcohol and lust, if she wasn't in such a heightened sensitive state she probably would've preferred Oberron to initiate. 

Fingering the bottom of his silver colored shirt she slowly lifted it up, wanting closer contact with his solid smooth body. Her small hands slipped under his shirt, massaging over his built stomach. "I want you." she whispered with an expression that was a bit more consistent with her sober personalit. She leaned in, her lips ghosted over his barely a kiss. She wanted to push his buttons a little. This time she was a little more determined to push him over his limit. For this once, and who knows maybe more, what Alynia really wanted for him to not hold back.

"I was unsure whether or not you intended for me to follow or wait. I'll be the first to profess, the view is much better in her." He commented as she got out of her clothes. His eyes search her body, scanning over it as she made contact with his lips in such a teasing fashion.

Already she would note he was aroused and he had no problems with assisting her when it came to his shirt. It was gone in an instant and his hands were upon her sizing a loose hold at first upon her hips as he held her close.

Her hands on her shapely breasts didn't allow for him to see much though at this range she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her own.

He pushed her back then against the wall, heated lips making contact with her own briefly, the press of his body against her own at that close range felt so intoxicating to him as always. His lips grazed against the side of her neck, then along her shoulder. About the only thing holding him back was the fact that he had lost the toss, that this was her moment so he restrained himself visibly as much as he yearned for her then.

The sound of the running water was strong within his ears as she pulled away from him to start up the shower. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that the wand creating the water would run out of charges but the length of time they had with even a partially charged wand should last for a fair while.

He smiled at her confession, or was it a half finished statement? "I want you to Alynia." He lost the pants then, stepping in behind her, his hands slid over her waste as hi chest pressed against her back, the hardness of his body pressing up against her back as his lips skimmed against her shoulder.

"What would you wish of me?" She had to the morning after all though even as the words were registering in her mind his right hand came away from her, swatting her on the rump softly, then rubbing his hand against her before doing it again.

"Name it, you won the toss ... this time ..."

Alynia sighed blissfully as the warm spray from the shower, just perfectly warm, rained down on her front. It felt even better as Oberron joined her, his strong hands placed gently on her slim waist. This is what heaven must feel like. The way his chest pressed against her back that it was impossible to ignore his length pressing into her as well. Even though it was steadily getting steamier in the room they were enclosed in, she shivered.

Now that what Alynia wanted was actually happening, she felt a bit more shy. But determined to have her way, her hand slowly traces down her body on top of one of Oberron's hands and pulled it up to her wet, pert breast. She bit her lip, not used to being bold, but liking it as well. Maybe the exhilaration from the shower was
slowly washing away her foggy mind, maybe her drunken state was being replaced by lust. What ever it was she certainly didn't want to stop.

Alynia pondered over what he asked, she wanted to many things. Even as an overprotected aristocrat, Alynia was a young woman. And all women, even the shyest of sorts,  had fantasies. But her thoughts were interrupted as he began paying special attention to her soft round behind. She bit her lip slightly, what was he doing? His hand squeezed and massaged her lovely rear before swatting it again. She couldn't help but squeak softly in surprise. Okay, forget about the alcohol in her system. She was blushing like the school girl she was.

Alynia was aware of what spanking was. In fact before Shokushu and before her father decided it would be best to be home schooled  she attended a private institution where it wasn't all that uncommon a student had to flip up their skirt for a teacher. Never her of course, Alynia came to understand that spankings were only given to those who broke rules,  and certainly Alynia didn't recall misbehaving around her husband.

But at the same time, when his hand tapped then rubbed her soothingly she felt warm. The tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach she craved. She bit her lip wondering if the girls
bent over for their teacher's lap many years ago felt this way too.  

Alynia turned around to face Oberron, completely ignoring his question, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. The intensity of the kiss only furthered by the water beating down on Alynia's back. "I want to share a shower with you." she told him running her fingers down his back, no longer able to make eye contact as she planned her words. ".. Then go back to the bed." she paused, could she really go through with this? "I want you to bend me over..." her voice shaking. She was flushed horribly, there was no way she could say it. Spankings were for naughty girls and Alynia was anything but. 

"Forget it.." she whispered pulling herself closer to Oberron and laying her head on his chest. 

Pressed this close to her as the spray of water ran over the pair of them his lips sailed against the side of her neck caressing it with his thick tongue pressing against the softness of her neck as he nuzzled into it. His heart thumping against his chest as she slid one of his hands up to her breast, his hand cupping the fullness of the curve as water cascaded over it. A finger pressed against the nipple pressing it into her chest as he rubbed it in small little circles.

She could feel her rump being playfully swatted again as these thoughts about spankings filled her mind though they would cause little more than a stinging sensation if that. He swatted, then rubbed against it softly only to make another swat against her.

She turned around drabbing her arms around his neck, forcing a kiss from his lips though as she did so his creamy white skin bean to give off a pale glow. His stiffness was poking against her belly now and he brought both hands up to her breasts, pushing them together, letting his fingers track around those nipple then leaning in and licking one.

He quivered against her then, one of his hands coursing down her back tucking into the small of it then dipping lower. Another little playful smack. "I do not think I will last that long my dear, shall we just skip the shower?"

He was so close to loosing control, he desired above all else to pus her back, to be pushing into her, joining together with her and he was not even consider the fact that it would prolong her life or even make magic easier for her, no this was raw primal need tempered only by their coin toss not too long ago.

He dragged his nails over her ass so he scratched against her without leaving a mark on her skin then swatting against her rump again. He grinned, somehow guessing that she enjoyed the sensation that was courseing over her.

"Oh? Is that all? Anything until morning Alynia. Next time I may even cheat, I may even have to punish you a bit for tormenting me so, making me wait all day for this. But if that is what you desire then so be it, I shall comply with your wishes, though you never have to make me wait to be with you," he swatted her rear playfully again, his lips falling upon her own briefly then he looked at her, really looked at her and found her timidness quiet refreshing. He had centuries of experience to call upon here and had only used a fraction of it thus far but he was all to eager to use more.

"I tell you what, finish here, quickly and I shall give you exactlly what you wish for. But you hesitate and change your mind? No, you are a queen now, be commanding, tell me what you want, otherwise ... well otherwise I'd just have to take over as if I won that little coin toss and give you command on another night, or would you prefer that? Prefer to have me bend you over, to punish you for tormenting me so, making you pay for this torment that you have brought me. Perhaps I may even deny you tonight ... perhaps I'd just have you work magic on me with your tongue or perhaps you will feel the spetre of Oberron working over you, pressing inside you, making you squeal. Of course, you would not know of what, if anything, you shall receive and that is half the beauty of it, don't you think? How boring life would be if you expect something all the time.

"Or maybe, just maybe I will tie you up and go fetch one of the lucky gnomes and let him show his queen a good time ... perhaps I won't, perhaps I am greedy and want you to myself but perhaps I summon an audience to watch us at work? Oh, there are several naughty things I could do Alynia. Some I may not do, others I may, others I might surprise you with.

"I've already told you that fey don't have the same taboos as humans, that we don't get jealous like humans do ... well not to the same extent anyway. It's more like friendly competion in some places where ego might be concerned, who's better than who for instance.

"But tell me what you desire and you shall have it, unless of course you wish to forfeit your prize to me."

 
Alynia let out a small high pitched moan as he his head ducked down to lick a sensitive teat, already so sensitive after being under the gentle pounding of the water that washed over them both. Alynia had droplets of water dripping down her skin being she was the one facing the full blow of the water, but she was certainly wet in more ways than one. 

Being so close to him, she could practically feel the desire radiating off of them both. Her head flew back slightly, a lovley groan spilled from her lips as he clawed into her ass. Every end of her nerves seemed to be ignited with desire. The pooling anticipation was torturing her almost as much as him. As she listened to his taunts, even threats maybe, she bit her lip nervously. But not the type of nervous which in you were frightened, nervous because everything he said sounded horribly delicious in their own way. She whimpered and shook with need. His words along with the fact that he knew that she would simply die of embarrassment at such guilty pleasures was heating her up maybe even better than physical foreplay itself.

His hand kept a slow sensuous pace while smacking her bottom, reminding her of what he could indeed do. Reminding her of what he knew she really wanted. The word punishment resonated within her mind.

Alynia couldn't speak as reluctantly, the images of each situation he offered flowed before her eyes. Really all along, Alynia realized she was never in command. Her cheeks reddened at the thought of being bound, and Oberron watching with a smirk as a stranger had his way with her. She whimpered pulling herself protectively closer than him as she pictured an audience, each pair of eyes drinking in the sight of her contorted face of pleasure. Every situation he offered more torturous than the first. It was possible and almost easy to feel the flames of his words course over her. She was quivering. How can simple words have such an effect on a body? Alynia's knees squeezed together failing to fend of any of the arousal consuming her. 

She ducked her head obediently, wondering if Oberron was aware of the terrible effect of his words. She gulped, new to the feeling of such intense intermingling lust and fear. It was all too much for her, Alynia knew if she handed control to him, Oberron would make her feel pleasures that would simply make her lose her mind. Those heavenly chills ran up her spine knowing that later it would be his turn to control her.

 It was only him who could make her succumb like so and admit her wants. Only Oberron could make her tremor with the want of being closer to him and the fear of having to give herself to anyone else besides him. Alynia was in love because she knew no one could enthrall her senses in such a demanding yet such a loving way.

She grasped him tightly pulling her head into his chest embarrassed. "I want you to bend me over and punish me as if I was a naughty girl!" Alynia stammered unable to lift her blushing face to look up at him. "And then... I-I want you to make love to me, and take me how ever you wish.." there was no man in any realm who would've been able to squeeze such words out of her. "Please..." she whispered, Oberron had told her to be more commanding. "That is what I want and I want it right now." Alynia tilted her head up kissing him desperately. "...Please, I am at my limit and can hardly take it anymore."

Of course he knew the effects of his words. At first he wasn't so certain about some of them but he gauged her reaction to each, noted how she colored ever so slightly and had to fight to make even those basic confessions pool out of her lips.

In truth he didn't know what would take hold over her senses though he used his words to gauge her reactions. If she did not seem to be receptive to something then he could dismiss it, if uncertain then he could seek to slowly work her up to abandoning her resolve but if willing or receptive, well then he knew there were other options at his disposal to be used as he saw fit.

She moved closer, god he loved her smell! The scents of her perfumes, even now lingered upon her. A human may not have had the senses for it but he did. He loved the way that her lips found his both timid and yet growing bolder at the same time, growing more accertive.

His skin let off a soft glow and he nodded, a hand stroking her side patiently despite his eagerness for this. And with a gesture he shut off the shower telekinetically and snuck a hand into her own.

"No ..." he paused shaking his head and it took a second for her to realize that he was not denying her as he went on. "You are a queen now, never beg, though I must profess I sort of like it in this context. But you wish is granted."

He drew her into the bedroom, had her look away from him and kneel at the toot of the bed. He then walked up behind her, swatting her ass again playfully as he tucked the other hand around her body so that his fingers captured her nipple rolling it between his thumb and forefinger nice and slowly.

"Oh, ou shall be punished, Alynia. You don't realize what effects that your kisses have on me, if your glances. How you torment me to the brink. I am the King of the Fey, I am not allowed to let baser emotions sway me and yet, yet you torment me so," He swatted her on the rump again, harder though clearly not enough to cause any real or lasting pain. Perhaps it was reassuring that he wasn't going to hurt her ... then again this could have simply been the beginning and she remembered how he stormed over at Corwin, Corwin who had been part of the families jesters for years, perhaps even centuries. And if he was willing to storm over that much what was he capable in doing to her, he had known her a few days only and it was unclear what exactly he was planning.

She could hear him snap his fingers causing manacles to appear on the wall above the head board. The elongated and zipped towards her, one clasping each wrist in the cold iron restraint as her other ass cheek was swatted even harder then last time, stinging it.

His hand reached though her hair jerking her had back so that his lips moved against her neck.

"Such a sorry state for a queen to find herself in, chained and waiting, but you leave me little choice but to teach you what you do to me each time you set the fires of your lips against me." And between her thighs he traced a finger over her slit, rubbing against it then angeling against her entrance he slid it into her all the way to the knuckle of his hand. It squirmed within her for a moment then drew out of her, Aegir using that moment to dial up her response to pleasure then.

"We shall see how much you want it in time ... what if as part of your punishment I denied you, but gave you the option of slaking those desires with another. Would you, could you?" He waited for her answer swatting her on the rump again rgardless of the answer she suppplied he was determined to state that it was the wrong answer, either she did not love him enough and wanted another or thought that she was too good to take another. If she were hungry and he offered her bread then she shouldn't be picky that he was giving it to her, at least that was how he intended to answer, and if she didn't answer, well he asked her a question and it would be rude not to answer so she was going to be wrong all the way around.