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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Conaire fears for his sanity after being trapped on the Other Side for so many eons. All he wants is to get back to the human realm. So when the evil Fae Queen Elphame gives him a chance to escape, he takes it, completely unaware of the spell she casts as he steps through the ancient circle. Seeing the spell and knowing it will not only bind Conaire, but his brother, MacKay, as well, to the first woman Conaire sleeps with, Scota takes matters into her own hands. She's found the perfect mate for her sons. If only someone had warned Tasha. Now she finds herself bonded to not one but two arrogant Scots gods.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: December 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [90 KB]
Words: 19213
Reading time: 54-76 min.

It was grossly unfair. And all because he refused to lie with that bitch of a Fae Queen, Elphame.

He was dying here in this paradise of gods; it was just too boring. He wanted to prove himself worthy of human devotion once more. Most of all, he wanted to taste the sweet essence of a human female.

Conaire couldn't stop the instant swelling of his cock as his mind wandered back to the delectable mortals he had known in his time on the human Earth. Ah, the feisty redheaded Fiona had him stroking his throbbing cock through his leather leggings. The black-haired, hot-tempered Lorna had him releasing his straining cock from its confines and stroking vigorously. Oh, aye, that was one lass every bit as peppery in bed as she was out of it. Closing his eyes tightly, Conaire ran through the very best of the lovers he had known.

There was just something about human women. Something that excited him in ways goddesses never could. There was a soft vulnerability mixed with an edge of steel inherent in their species. Their responses were so open and honest, not merely the result of an illusion or part of a spell. And when they surrendered, they gave all that they were, holding nothing back from the men lucky enough to be lying between their silky thighs.

Conaire moaned aloud as he moved his fist faster. Unlike the cold goddesses he'd been forced to make do with over the centuries, normal women gave as much as they took. Their lovemaking was without artifice, wild and free. What he wouldn't give for one real response, to know that just the touch of his hand could excite a woman. To once again know the joy of rolling in the bed sheets for the sheer pleasure of flesh meeting flesh. To enjoy fevered kisses and tongues entwined for no other reason than wanting to feel good.

Giving himself over to the memories of the past, Conaire manipulated his cock faster, desperately wishing he was buried in the soft flesh of a willing woman. Damn, he had to get back to the human realm before he went blind from the constant self-gratification sessions he endured here.

He grunted as he managed to finish himself off before losing his erection altogether. It was increasingly becoming a problem. He knew eventually he would lose his sex drive completely. It happened to so often here on the Other Side. There were only so many ancient Celtic deities and mythical creatures to go around. Maybe if they were allowed to mingle a little with the gods and goddesses from other places around the world, things would not have gotten so monotonous--but no. Each group had to stick with its own. A silly rule if ever there was one, and just one more reason he needed to leave this place.

On Earth, a man could travel anywhere his feet, or a boat, could take him. There a god could mix it up with any creature that caught a virile god's eye.

"But you're not on Earth, Conaire, luv," a smooth, sexy voice purred beside him. "Nor will ye be goin' back verra soon. Not without help anyway."

Conaire stiffened at the sound of the soft sensual voice and the gentle rustling of flowing silk skirts. Elphame! The Fae Queen who had tricked him into walking willingly through the door separating the Other Side from the human world. She trapped him here for all time, centuries before the others had even considered retreating to the private sanctuary. In all the time he'd been here, never once had she been so bold as to show her traitorously beautiful face.

Waving his hand to clean and cover himself, he faced her head-on. Anything less would give her the advantage, and that was not something Conaire was willing to do.

"What do you want, Elphame?" Conaire stared directly into her violet eyes, which shimmered with a sheen of unshed tears. False tears from a mistress of deception. It made for a pretty effect, but he was the last person to fall for her clever little deceptions. He had allowed Elphame to have the upper hand once, but never again. The centuries had taught him well. The exotically slanted eyes that seemed far too big for the ethereal pale, pointed face moved nothing inside him but contempt. "I will ask once more, Elphie, what has made ye sae bold as to step into my lair?"

Conaire didn't miss the instantaneous stiffening of her perfect little body, nor the slight narrowing of her eyes when he used the nickname. A brief lapse, but telling. The Fae had been amongst the most powerful of all the immortals once upon a time, but with the passage of time their powers had begun to wane as humans held them to be little more than myth or legend. Humans didn't always know what they were doing, or even who they were worshipping, but modern day pagans gave ancients such as Conaire power. After centuries of not using his powers, he had unlimited stores of power. Far more than the little Fae who stood here now. And she knew it. Unfortunately, he couldn't lift her spell. She had tricked him here with his own consent.

"Surely you have forgiven me my little joke, Great Conaire."

The voice was every bit as sweet and melodious as it had been so many years ago. It made his stomach turn. He had to force himself to remain perfectly still as she floated around him. The cloying scent of a myriad of flowers in full bloom that clung to her skin invaded his senses. He had to fight the urge to gag. "I'll ask once more. What do you want?" Not that it really mattered. All he wanted was to slap her stupid with the power within, but he held the fury in check. For now. No matter how badly he needed female attention, he would rather castrate himself than make do with her.

"I came to make amends. I can send you back."

Conaire felt his breath freeze in his lungs. Despite the moderate temperature of the room, sweat beaded on his brow. He could not dare to believe her. She spoke in riddles and lies. Believing her would not only be unwise, but unsafe. He could not--nay--would not, trust her. He would never allow himself to be vulnerable to her or any other god or goddess again.

Still... to go back. It wouldn't be as it once was. The world no longer believed or accepted the ancients. He couldn't live in the open as he once had, wielding his power for all to see and fear.

That really didn't matter. He belonged on Earth, not trapped here in the realm of gods. He didn't need adoration; he needed carnal contact to fuel his powers. Closeness without games or power plays. He needed to be touched for no other reason than it felt good to do so.

"If I were to agree, what would you want in return?" he asked as nonchalantly as he dared, carefully concealing the desperate hope underneath.

"Why, nothing, my dear Conaire," Elphame cooed, stretching her hands out in supplication. "I simply want to make amends."

He arched his brow and waited, holding his body still as stone. He wouldn't make the first move. He wouldn't allow her cold fingers contact with his suddenly overly hot skin. There was a catch. There had to be. If he allowed her to touch him now, she could cast a spell bewitching him.

Elphame shrugged and let her hands fall to her sides; her body trembled ever so slightly in frustration. Conaire had to bite back a laugh. Did she really think him so simple that he would allow her anywhere near him?

Sighing, the fairy queen waved her hands in the air, revealing an ancient stone circle on the floor. Stepping back, she motioned for him to enter.

According to ancient law, she could not curse him while he was in the circle. Perhaps he had judged her too harshly. But he didn't think so. Thousands of years might well have cooled her infamous temper. Perhaps she truly was contrite. He had chosen to create a stone fortress deep in the mountains, far away from all the others. He did not socialize or seek others out. Very few had dared to come here. Now here she was, offering the deepest desire of his heart. Dare he trust it?

The fairy queen hadn't moved. If she were anxious to get him to come forward, she showed no sign of it. Had she been overly cajoling, he would have known immediately it was a trap. Instead, she stood patiently waiting for him to decide. After several painful minutes of contemplation, Conaire walked forward.

His eyes fixed on the now-glowing circle; his heart pounded anxiously. He heard the Fae mutter something under her breath, but dismissed it. Let her harp, he was returning to a world full of delights.

As you desire, so it shall be, a human lover will come to thee,

With one drop of your semen, forever bound shall you be,

Not even in death shall you be free.