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Zelda was draped in the blue gown Cassandra had bought for her, her golden hair a mess in her eyes, as if she had run. She was breathless and furious and glowing with power, as was the white stave in her hand, but the fairy queen didn’t seem impressed.
Zelda stepped forward in a rage. “What are you playing at?” she shouted.
The fairy court turned their heads as one to look at Queen Anindel, who smiled as she said, “Welcome, Zelda. We have been waiting for you.”
Hearing this, the fairies burst into giggles as they darted around Zelda on insect wings, and Zelda glared at them, her eyes moving back and forth as if she might burn them with her gaze. But she looked at the fairy queen again, and she suddenly realized she was in someone else’s territory now, where magick and spells had different rules. She could not burst in and simply start casting. No, she would have to switch tactics to escape this place with Aereth and Cassandra intact.
“Where is my baby?” Zelda asked.
Queen Anindel smiled. “Right here. Or don’t you recognize her?” she said, indicating the child on her lap with a wave of her hand.
Zelda’s eyes went to the girl, and her lips parted in shock. It couldn’t be! When Zelda had left for the Gold Keep, Aereth was a newborn baby in swaddling. Now she was a little girl, skinny arms and long legs, sitting on the fairy queen’s lap, with grease and juice stains on her face. Her cheeks were bulging with food, and food was dribbling down the front of her clothes, which were torn and becoming rags from her quick growth spurt. The fairy queen had mended the rags with leaves and twigs, which made Aereth appear as wild as one of the twiggy fae lurking in the grass nearby.
Aereth was looking at Zelda and frowning, her green eyes straining, as if she was trying to remember Zelda. It was said that children often lost their memories in the realm of the fae if they lingered too long there.
Heart thumping dread, Zelda walked toward the table, fairies scattering out of her way in the leaves, and said desperately, “Aereth? You remember your mother, don’t you?”
Aereth frowned. Then very suddenly, she shouted, “Go away!” and turned, hugging the fairy queen’s long neck. The fairy queen closed loving arms around Aereth, who glared with such hatred at Zelda that Zelda halted again, stung.
“Aereth . . .” Zelda whispered sadly.
“Took you long enough to get here!” Aereth shot back, pouting. “You don’t care about me! You’re not my mother!”
Zelda scowled at the fairy queen, whose green eyes were silently laughing at her. “What nonsense has this – fairy-monster!—been filling your head with?”
Giggles rose from the fairies, and Queen Anindel gasped in mock horror at the insult.
“I am your mother and I love you!” cried Zelda, drawing closer to the table still. She reached for Aereth and grabbed her arm. “You are coming home with me now!”
“No! Let go!” Aereth sobbed, twisting to get away.
Zelda held on, thinking her daughter was like a feral beast. And indeed, Aereth gave an earsplitting screech that could have rivaled any monkey. The hair standing on her neck, Zelda let go of her daughter in horror, and Aereth leapt up and scrambled away, disappearing into the trees.
“No!” Zelda shouted, panicking. “Aereth!” She started to run after the girl, but she halted again when she remembered Cassandra. She couldn’t leave Cassandra here alone, but Aereth . . . Zelda stared into the trees, feeling helpless. Eventually, she glared at the fairy queen. “What did you do to my daughter?”
“I did nothing. You have come too late,” said Queen Anindel calmly. “Aereth is my daughter now.”
Zelda’s chest heaved. “And what have you done to Cassandra?” she demanded.
But Zelda could see that Cassandra was clearly under Queen Anindel’s spell. She was sitting very straight at the table, as around her, the fairies bobbed on the air, laughing and eating and throwing wine on each other. Cassandra was in her smallclothes! Her bare, sculpted shoulders were lined with shadows in the dim glow of the fairy lights, and she was staring with empty gray eyes into the distance.
“No more than you have done to her,” said Queen Anindel calmly. “How many times have you commanded her out of her armor and she hath mindlessly obeyed?”
Not enough times, Zelda thought. She had only lain with Cassandra while in her dreams. When they were living at Wolf Fortress, there hadn’t been much time to lay together. She had spent those weeks weeping for Calain, then she gave birth, then she left for the Gold Keep. . .
“Don’t you miss her touch?” asked the fairy queen slyly.
Feeling strangely lightheaded, Zelda stared at Cassandra as if she hadn’t quite seen her before. Yes. Yes, she would like very much to see Cassandra without her smallclothes again. She took a step toward Cassandra. Then another. And another. She dropped her stave as she went, her blue eyes fixed on Cassandra’s pretty face.
“Yes,” whispered the fairy queen, her mischievous eyes turning to follow Zelda. “Yes . . . Undress her. Make love to her.” She waved a hand. “Rise, fair knight, that your lady may unrobe you.”
Mindlessly staring into the distance, Cassandra rose from her chair and turned to face Zelda. She did not look down at Zelda, she simply stared into the distance and waited.
Zelda’s heart was pounding in her ears. She reached up and reached round and untied Cassandra’s linen bra. It tumbled away, revealing Cassandra’s breasts, which were small and high and rigid with pink nipples. Cassandra’s rippling belly trembled a little at the exposure but she was otherwise still. Then Zelda reached out and slowly closed her hand over Cassandra’s breast in a gentle massage, and she saw Cassandra’s cheeks flame the tiniest bit. Zelda paused. Cassandra was still conscious on some level, helplessly forced to stand there and endure Zelda’s groping.
But Zelda didn’t think she could help herself. The strange lightheadedness continued. Her hand smoothed over Cassandra’s soft breast another time, and she felt her sex swell with desire, she saw Cassandra’s cheeks flame brighter, and suddenly, she couldn’t remember Aereth or Calain or the even the fact that she was in the fairy realm. Suddenly, all she could think about was making love to Cassandra. Desperate love, the way she had always dreamed.
Cassandra was suddenly able to move. She looked down at Zelda, and her gray eyes were burning with the same serious fire that had always made Zelda’s clitoris throb. She looked at Zelda with quiet longing and frowned in silent pleasure when Zelda massaged her breast another time.
“My lady . . .” Cassandra whispered breathlessly. “We must . . . fight this enchantment . . .”
Zelda shook herself against the spell and glanced around. She gasped. They were no longer in the forest, standing among the tables of the fairy court. They were in a field of flowers. The flowers were purple and spread to the horizon as far as the eye could see. And it was no longer dusk but day, bright and blue, not a cloud in the sky. A chill wind picked up, ruffling Zelda’s golden hair and making her shiver, so that she pressed herself without thinking against Cassandra’s hard body. When their skin touched, Zelda realized with a jolt that she was completely naked. So was Cassandra.
Cassandra’s eyes softened, and she closed Zelda in her arms, trying to keep her warm against the wind. The moment she did this, the wind dropped, and Zelda knew they were being manipulated. But . . . it was hard to resist, to focus . . . She looked up at Cassandra and found herself lost once more in the serious gray eyes she loved so dearly. She closed her eyes, huddled happily in Cassandra’s bulging arms, and dropped her head against the bigger woman, trying to remember why she was there.
“What are we doing here?” said Cassandra, who sounded as confused as Zelda felt.
“I am. . . unsure,” Zelda admitted, frowning. She looked up at Cassandra and felt the blood rushing to her sex again. Cassandra’s body was so firm and strong and toned with muscles, but her breasts were so supple, her skin so soft . . . Even her calloused warrior’s hands were not as hard as Calain’s or Selene’s. Wait . . . who was Calain? Who was Selene?
“I think I came to make love to you,” Zelda said thoughtfully. “My mind insists upon it.”
Cassandra stared down at her in surprise. “Does it?”
“Nothing else makes sense.” Zelda’s eyes traced hungrily over Cassandra’s breasts. Cassandra was so tall that her breasts were nearly in Zelda’s face. Zelda rocked up on tiptoe and sucked one of the pink nipples slowly in her lips.
Cassandra gasped. “My . . . My lady . . .” she moaned in weak protest. She grabbed Zelda’s shoulders and held her at bay. For a moment, it seemed her senses had returned to her. She looked down at Zelda and said firmly, “We did come here for grave reason!” She gasped, remembering. “Aereth! Your child!” Cassandra spun away, looking back and forth across the field, as if she would spot Aereth in the flowers. “Aereth!” she called. “Aereth!”
“Who is Aereth?” said Zelda, who was staring lustily at Cassandra’s hard, muscular backside. She smoothed her hand over one of the cheeks and gave it a squeeze, to which Cassandra whipped around again, her cheeks blushing.
“Zelda! You must fight what is happening! The fairy queen, she hath placed a spell upon us to dist-tract . . .” Cassandra’s voice broke when Zelda’s slender fingers slid suddenly in her sex. Her eyes hooded as Zelda carefully worked her.
Zelda could feel her clitoris pumping harder in excitement. The little knot of pleasure was pulsing fast between her thighs as Cassandra’s warm sex squeezed on her fingers, growing moist and deep. She reached for Cassandra breast with her other hand and massaged it, thumbing the little nipple at the end of each slow stroke.
Fingered and groped so lovingly, a tremble of helpless pleasure went through Cassandra. She dropped her forehead against Zelda’s, grasped Zelda’s shoulders in both hands, and whispered hoarsely, “Thy hath touched and caressed all reason and sense out of me! My hunger for you hath made me weak . . . Fair Zelda . . . Thy mustn’t make love to me . . . Mmm . . .” She moaned when Zelda slowly fingered her deeper. “Z-Zelda . . . Zelda! Cease your fondling!”
Cassandra’s hands tightened on Zelda’s shoulders, and the knight lifted her bodily in the air, holding her at bay. But holding Zelda away did nothing to end Cassandra’s lust. Zelda could see her suffering gray eyes pass over her body – her heavy breasts, her narrow waist, her wide hips, the swirl of golden hair between her legs – and the knight blushed all the brighter.
“I cannot . . . l-look upon you,” Cassandra stammered, setting Zelda on her feet again. She turned away. “We mustn’t gaze upon each other. It makes us weak to the spell!”
Zelda wasn’t listening. Her eyes were on Cassandra’s backside again, and now she was wondering what it would feel like to have the pale hair between Cassandra’s thighs moving soft against her mouth. Soft and warm and moist . . . She had never gone down on any of the knights. The prospect thrilled her. Wait . . . What knights? Were there others? Zelda frowned into space, straining to remember.
Cassandra tentatively turned to face Zelda. “Zelda, we must focus. We must look for Aereth—” The words choked in Cassandra’s mouth when Zelda tackled her without warning to the flowers.
They fell in the grass together, Cassandra scrambling to cradle Zelda in her arms and cushion her fall. Zelda caught her breath and lifted her head beneath the tangle of her golden hair to find her great breasts were crushed against Cassandra’s and heaving as she panted. Cassandra was breathless as well and staring with burning gray eyes at Zelda’s cleavage.
Hunger stirring between her legs afresh, Zelda leaned down and kissed Cassandra on the lips. Cassandra kissed back – with a strength and hunger that startled Zelda, her strong hands closing hard on Zelda’s soft backside.
“Thy tits are utter perfection,” said Cassandra, eyes narrowed on Zelda’s breasts. She gripped Zelda by the waist and slid her forward easily, so that Zelda gasped in surprise as her breasts trembled, spilling over into Cassandra’s face. Cassandra cupped one in her hand, lifted it so that the plump flesh spilled over her groping fingers, and sucked Zelda’s nipple slow into her lips. She released, watching Zelda’s moan with serious satisfaction.
“So soft,” Cassandra whispered, sucking on the nipple again, releasing again. “So big and trembling with thy slightest breath. . .” She sucked again, and Zelda blushed and sighed, frowning from the pleasure.
Cassandra closed her arms around Zelda, pulling her close and allowing her breasts once more to fall in her face. She suckled one tenderly as it weighed down her, her arms tight around Zelda, who squirmed helplessly in her grasp, blushing and gasping as Cassandra’s face moved against the swell of her heavy breast.
And then, as Cassandra’s fingers were sliding in her sex, Zelda suddenly remembered why she was there. “Aereth!” Zelda cried, pushing herself up. She scrambled off Cassandra and sat up, glancing around, as if Aereth would be hiding in the grass nearby. “Aereth!” she called.
Cassandra, still in a daze of lust, sat up, gently turned Zelda’s face to her own, and kissed her passionately, roughly thrusting her tongue in her mouth. Zelda gulped on Cassandra’s tongue as she struggled to resist arousal. Her tongue slid against Cassandra’s, pleasure trembled through her, and she moaned as the kiss deepened. Who is Aereth? she thought as Cassandra, still kissing her, backed her down on the grass, until she was lying on her back.
Cassandra’s kisses traveled down to Zelda’s breasts, and she pulled gently on her nipple a moment before the kisses continued, down her belly, to her thighs. Cassandra opened Zelda’s thighs and looked at Zelda between them, her eyes bright with that serious fire again as she slid two careful fingers in her sex.
Zelda moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts to the sky as Cassandra’s fingers slid deeper. She felt her sex squeeze hungrily on them, and then she was moist and her clitoris was pumping greedily, coaxing her to relax, to release, to give in to the pleasure. She could see her own great breasts rising and falling, heaving with her breathlessness, the massive mounds jutting with her tiny pink nipples. Cassandra was still kneeling between her thighs, still staring at her intently, her fingers slow and yet relentless as they plunged deeper through her moisture. Zelda heard herself helplessly whisper Cassandra’s name.
“Thy sweet pussy,” Cassandra was whispering, “so wet for me . . . Thy clitoris so fat . . .”
Zelda blushed. “But aren’t we supposed to be . . . doing something? Looking for someone . . .?” The thought fluttered from Zelda’s mind when Cassandra, still fingering her, sucked slowly on her clitoris.