1: Starry Night

MAEVE

Rory rolled to the other side of the king-sized bed and looked at my face with a mixed expression. His eyes danced with lust but his lips were set in a stubborn pout as his gaze darted to and fro around the room and rested on the sealed letter he had brought along with him which now lay at the edge of the bed.

My father had sent him on an errand to deliver an urgent message to me but the moment he walked into my room, I felt a thrill course through my body as his green eyes peered at me and I knew I wanted to do things to his body that would make his toes curl in ecstasy.

“We shouldn't be doing this princess,” He said. I smiled and stripped off the robe that was draped over my shoulders, exposing my bare body. His eyes glistened as they roamed all over my body. I chuckled and walked towards him.

“You worry too much about insignificant things Rory,” I said as I rubbed my palm over the bulge that had begun to form in his trousers. “I want you to moan my name when you cum inside me,” I added and fiddled with the zipper of his trousers, tugging it open.

He backed away from me till his back touched the bedrest but his efforts were futile as it gave me room to advance towards him and strip his pants off him. I gasped in delight at his rock-hard dick which I licked gleefully and felt it throb beneath my fingers as I caressed it with my palms.

“This isn't trivial and you know it as well as I do. Everyone on this planet knows what we are doing is forbidden. Your bloodline is the fundamental reason why we shouldn't be having sex Maeve. What happens if your father learns about our affair?” He asked nervously as he tried to stifle a moan.

“Who’s going to tell Da? You? Not my Mam, of course, she can't possibly speak from the grave. I have no intent of revealing this lovely tryst of ours to anyone beyond this room. Let's keep the history lessons and whatever reasons my father sent you to me for some other time Sir Rhys-Brockbank, I would like to show you a good time right now. I have missed your big cock throbbing inside me.” I answered back and heaved a sigh as I fidgetted with the armor he had been wearing and the buttons of his inner shirt.

The sun's rays streamed through the windows as they set in the west. I kissed the cap of his cock and rubbed my tongue all over it. I smiled as I felt his hard dick grow bigger in my mouth.

I took the full length of his member in my mouth and sucked on it in continuous succession as his loud moans aroused me. I reached between my thighs and felt a damp moisture forming between them as I rubbed my throbbing clit. I pulled my hand away from my cunt, stuck them in his mouth as I thrust his rock-hard penis down my throat, removed my lips from his dick, licked them, kissed his cap once more, and sat on it.

I let out a low moan as I felt his member fill up my insides. Pleasure coursed through our bodies and we moaned in unison as I rode his cock, stuck my thumb into my mouth, and rubbed the wet finger on his nipples. His body had started to alternate between his humanoid form and his true Leprechaun physique.

I rubbed one nipple furiously and sucked on the other as I made a circular movement with my waist. He reached for my hair, pulled it, traced his tongue along my neck, and nibbled on it softly. Our gazes met and we chuckled as I pressed my body against his which had started to glow in the sunset beams.

Just when he was about to orgasm, I stood up from my seated position, walked towards the table positioned in the middle of the room, and poured some wine into the glasses from the bottle that was arranged on the tray. I turned around and smiled at Rory sheepishly.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked. His voice was hoarse and his expression was fully coated with lust. The air reeked of sweet-smelling incense as the tension between us was palpable.

I sauntered towards him and handed him a glass of wine as I sank onto the bed, ran my hand through his hair, and watched as his body slowly transformed completely into human form. I felt him tremble as I traced the pale yellow lines on his skin with my tongue and blew air on his skin as the lines faded and the pigment blended into a dark brown shade.

“You seemed to object to it when I initially started, I assumed you didn't want to have sex with me,” I replied and lowered my gaze as I swirled the liquid in my glass, sipped from it, and watched the night sky as he sucked on my nipples which sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.

It was the Year of the Red Fox and the oracles had spoken of an uprising from a new clann. It set off an uneasy atmosphere but my father along with the other rulers of the realms on planet Innis had tried to keep the peace but it was all hogwash. Neither of the beings that lived here liked the other.

The planet we dwelled on had similarities to Earth in its landscape but it was sectioned into a humongous island surrounded by the sea and settlements scattered off the coastline. The inhabitants of this planet were creatures that could transform from our original magical form to humanoid form and use distinct abilities.

The island surrounded by the great Reigen Sea was called Larne. It served as home to three Great houses, four small houses, and an enchanted forest located in the South which was called the Waddock. We had been instructed all our lives to steer clear of that territory as it was said to be filled with dark forces and forbidden beings. The settlements off the coast of the sea were ruled by House Mannus who were Sea raiders. They were unruly sea pirates who were in charge of the trading posts and the slave markets scattered in different small settlements.

On the East of the island of Larne dwelled the inhabitants of the Great House Brockbank of the Leprechauns which also served as home to the minor clans of the fairies of House Kinsella who were in charge of potion making and the goblins of House Lonergan who were skilled laborers specializing in metal work and armory. They also served as workmen and mercenaries, ever ready to work for the highest bidder.

The Leprechauns were in charge of the finances that the entire planet ran on. As a child, I thought they were snotty pricks always talking about gold coins and how to get more. They were also high-end cobblers in charge of the shoe trade. I turned around and looked at the boxes of shoes that had arrived from Brockbank a few days ago. I hadn't bothered to try any of them on. I had grown accustomed to getting these gifts from suitors from far and near, the entire cycle was dreadfully boring at this point.

The West was inhabited by House Lafferty which belonged to the werewolves. They were heavily invested in politics being the ruling class of the planet. Their realm also housed the minor House Kavanagh which belonged to the druids who served as the oracles which foretold the times and seasons. While the Laffertys were the politicians and the Kavanaghs used their knowledge, wisdom, and magical abilities to aid in keeping the power within their realm and reaping its benefits.

The North was home to House Blackwell which I belonged. It was the realm of the vampires and the banshees of the minor House Rhys who had magical abilities and the power to foresee death. The vampires controlled organized crime on the planet, my father, Colin Blackwell was at constant loggerheads with the Laffertys in a quest for power. All the realms dwelled together on Larne in an uneasy coexistence. Members of the lesser houses often served as slaves and servants of the High Blood as they lived in perpetual fear of the power and influence of the greater houses.

In the midst of this, I had curated a relationship with Rory from the moment he set foot in our realm as a teenager and pledged his loyalty to my father. While I was a full-blooded vampire, and next in line to the Blackwell throne to rule all who dwelled within our realm, Rory Rhys-Brockbank, my father’s right-hand man was a Leprechaun-Banshee hybrid. He was fondly dubbed “Rory the Bastard,” a name that had its origins rooted in the uncertainty of his paternity.

He had Brockbank blood which belonged to the Leprechaun clan but no one came forward to identify himself as his father so he was raised in House Rhys with the Banshees. Soon, he had risen to the ranks and became the man my father trusted with his life. Our affair had started mainly as a curiosity on my part, Rory moved around with a sullen demeanor, he was an attractive being but his temperament and his gloomy, dark persona steered people away from him as quickly as his green eyes drew them in but that attracted me to him even more.

Aisling was a fairy princess that had been captured and sold into slavery by the sea raiders. She came to the Blackwell territory when the raiders had unearthed a hidden fairy kingdom and wiped her clan away. Father had bought her at the slave markets the summer my Mam died. He thought I needed a companion to be by my side throughout my grief. She pledged her life and loyalty to me, our friendship blossomed as we bonded and soon, we had begun engaging in sexual activities with each other every chance we got. One day, she walked in on Rory and I having steamy sex in the stables and masturbated to the sight of us. I knew then that I had found my kin.

I felt Rory’s hand move around my body as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to himself. “Don’t tease me Maeve,” He said. His words interrupted my thoughts as his tone dripped with lust and his eyes danced with a burning passion.

He ran his hand through my hair, smiled as he pulled it, wrapped his other palm around my neck, and choked me. He kissed my neck, traced his tongue on my taut nipples, and bit them. My body jerked slightly as pain and pleasure shot through me.

I pulled away from his grasp and walked towards the door. I knocked on it twice and someone pushed it open from outside. I smiled as Aisling stepped into the room, her pale green eyes darted around the room and soon rested on Rory who had drawn the duvet closer to his body to shield his naked body.

I tilted her chin and smiled as we locked gazes.

“Aisling, take off your clothes,” I whispered and took a few steps back to watch as she undressed. Her beautiful skin sparkled in the dimly lit room as she gently folded her clothes and stood in front of me with her gaze lowered. She had always been attracted to Rory but she did not have enough courage to make this known to him and I intended to make this a memorable night for the three of us.