most days, being the oldest of the group.
“Well,” Olivia said after a moment, “enlighten us.”
“Blood, Light, Dark, and the Horde. The Horde is the ugliest and vilest of the monsters and I’m going to kill them all when I get bigger and become an Enforcer. You won’t see much of the Horde here because they’re ugly buggers. Dark is smart, and deadly, but unlike the others, they like our world and stay in it. They don’t hide, like the Blood Fae do. Those ones don’t come here. They’re probably afraid of us and our Enforcers. The Light is the most beautiful, and you know it’s them because they draw you in with their pretty eyes and looks. Then they eat you,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Good description, but those aren’t facts. The Blood don’t come here because it’s believed they prefer to stay hidden in the shadows and remain in Faery. Little is known about them, other than that. The Horde is the ugliest of the Fae, but they don’t appear so when they use glamour. They’re monsters, ones without rule because their King has been missing for a long time, which makes them the most dangerous. The Light Fae, while alluring and attractive, are truly stuck-up and self-absorbed.” Olivia made a face that made the kids giggle. “Or so I am told. And the last is the Dark Fae, the most well-known group of the Fae. They don’t hide in the shadows, you’re right about that Daniel, but you forgot to mention that they, too, are amazingly beautiful. Each of the four castes feeds on the Human race,” she said, and then paused, hating the next part. “Can anyone tell me why that is bad?”
*~*~*
Ristan watched her from the shadows, her delicate features crinkling when she didn’t like something. She enjoyed teaching; that much he was sure of. Her eyes had gazed on the children with love, and he found himself wondering what it would be like for someone to look at him like that.
He grinned to himself at the Guild teaching she was passing on to the children. The Humans hadn’t gotten word yet that the Horde King wasn’t missing anymore, and would have flipped if they’d known that he’d been masquerading as the Dark Fae Heir for years with the support of the Dark King, no less. Nor did they know that the real Dark Fae Prince had been hidden in this very Guild the entire time. Yep, that wasn’t going to go over well when they realized the extent of the trick that the Fae had pulled on them.
He listened as the children answered each question she asked, and then as she corrected them. He liked the soft lilt of her voice, as if she had a hint of the South in her, not that he was actually from the South himself. Just the small twang, which she’d probably picked up from a book or a TV show.
He’d told Synthia that the little redhead was a Demon, but the truth of it was, she was more angel than anything else. She didn’t fit the mold of a traitor, and yet, did anyone? She’d be too scared of doing it. She was too small, and very meek, as Synthia had described, but Ristan was sure she had a fire in her, just itching to get out.
Most freaks were the ones no one expected, the quiet ones. He grinned. His eyes slid further down to her plump breasts. Most men would say too small, he’d say just fuckin’ perfect. Impeccable size for clamps, in his opinion. And her red lips…fuckin’ hell, he’d like to see them wrapped around his cock, as those beautiful dark blue eyes watched his pleasure as it spread across his face.
Those small hips were perfect because it wouldn’t take much to rock them, and he would. He’d take her hard, relentlessly, for hours. Those elegant fingers, small, and yet big enough to get the job done…
“Justin,” Alden said, his voice making Ristan jump from where his filthy ass mind had gone.
The problem with actually fucking Olivia? She wouldn’t know what to do if a cock came with crayon-written directions, and he wasn’t into teaching as much as he was into doing.
He
“Well,” Olivia said after a moment, “enlighten us.”
“Blood, Light, Dark, and the Horde. The Horde is the ugliest and vilest of the monsters and I’m going to kill them all when I get bigger and become an Enforcer. You won’t see much of the Horde here because they’re ugly buggers. Dark is smart, and deadly, but unlike the others, they like our world and stay in it. They don’t hide, like the Blood Fae do. Those ones don’t come here. They’re probably afraid of us and our Enforcers. The Light is the most beautiful, and you know it’s them because they draw you in with their pretty eyes and looks. Then they eat you,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Good description, but those aren’t facts. The Blood don’t come here because it’s believed they prefer to stay hidden in the shadows and remain in Faery. Little is known about them, other than that. The Horde is the ugliest of the Fae, but they don’t appear so when they use glamour. They’re monsters, ones without rule because their King has been missing for a long time, which makes them the most dangerous. The Light Fae, while alluring and attractive, are truly stuck-up and self-absorbed.” Olivia made a face that made the kids giggle. “Or so I am told. And the last is the Dark Fae, the most well-known group of the Fae. They don’t hide in the shadows, you’re right about that Daniel, but you forgot to mention that they, too, are amazingly beautiful. Each of the four castes feeds on the Human race,” she said, and then paused, hating the next part. “Can anyone tell me why that is bad?”
*~*~*
Ristan watched her from the shadows, her delicate features crinkling when she didn’t like something. She enjoyed teaching; that much he was sure of. Her eyes had gazed on the children with love, and he found himself wondering what it would be like for someone to look at him like that.
He grinned to himself at the Guild teaching she was passing on to the children. The Humans hadn’t gotten word yet that the Horde King wasn’t missing anymore, and would have flipped if they’d known that he’d been masquerading as the Dark Fae Heir for years with the support of the Dark King, no less. Nor did they know that the real Dark Fae Prince had been hidden in this very Guild the entire time. Yep, that wasn’t going to go over well when they realized the extent of the trick that the Fae had pulled on them.
He listened as the children answered each question she asked, and then as she corrected them. He liked the soft lilt of her voice, as if she had a hint of the South in her, not that he was actually from the South himself. Just the small twang, which she’d probably picked up from a book or a TV show.
He’d told Synthia that the little redhead was a Demon, but the truth of it was, she was more angel than anything else. She didn’t fit the mold of a traitor, and yet, did anyone? She’d be too scared of doing it. She was too small, and very meek, as Synthia had described, but Ristan was sure she had a fire in her, just itching to get out.
Most freaks were the ones no one expected, the quiet ones. He grinned. His eyes slid further down to her plump breasts. Most men would say too small, he’d say just fuckin’ perfect. Impeccable size for clamps, in his opinion. And her red lips…fuckin’ hell, he’d like to see them wrapped around his cock, as those beautiful dark blue eyes watched his pleasure as it spread across his face.
Those small hips were perfect because it wouldn’t take much to rock them, and he would. He’d take her hard, relentlessly, for hours. Those elegant fingers, small, and yet big enough to get the job done…
“Justin,” Alden said, his voice making Ristan jump from where his filthy ass mind had gone.
The problem with actually fucking Olivia? She wouldn’t know what to do if a cock came with crayon-written directions, and he wasn’t into teaching as much as he was into doing.
He
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