Chapter 11: Dreaming

Raff

     “Oh My Goddess, Raff! I have missed you!” she shouts as Willow wraps me in a tight hug.

     Am I dreaming because this feels like it could turn into that trippy dream that keeps flashing into my memory? She feels real as her arms wrap around my waist and her full breasts smash against me and she rests her head on my chest. I look up to see Aiden’s dragon flash the golden eyes briefly. This could be troublesome.

     She looks up at me and smiles and that is when I realize that I have been hugging her back. It was an automatic response, but I don’t regret it, however, the dragon is smoking from his nostrils, so I let go slowly, stunned at the greeting. She has never shown this much affection for me before.

     “Raff, I can’t believe it’s you, but you are an artist. Aiden could have just asked you to paint the mural,” she says.

    “I want you, Willow,” Aiden says and I know it’s a double entendre. 

     “I want you to paint the mural, but Raff can assist you as long as he remembers who is in charge.”

    There is both promise and threat in his words. He is claiming her as his and reminding me he is the boss. I can stay in my lane until I figure out why this is just fueling my lust for both of them. 

     I am not used to feeling lust towards a man, but this man is different. I shouldn’t have messed with him during the interview, seeding those thoughts was meant to be humorous, but now it seems the joke's on me because I want the thought to become reality.

    She trails a hand over my arm and walks back around the bar to stand next to Aiden. The space between them and myself is killing me. Her breathing is heavy and I watch her breasts heave as she regains her composure. I will let myself think about how she made the space between herself and me disappear when she launched herself at me later because my mind keeps flashing to how the bar should have come between us, but she was on one side and then the other. 

    I look at Aiden who has a wicked smile on his face.

    “You already know one another and I trust my bartender will play nice with my artist while I am away next week,” Aiden smoothly says.

     I nod and continue mixing the drinks. Both drinks contain mugwort and some fae herbs that are not usually available in this realm except for when my mother and I grow them. Hers has the addition of heather, while his has a punch of fireweed. If I add too much fireweed or give her too many faerie herbs or heather, this could be a repeat of that dream because it will heighten their desire while loosening their inhibitions. In the proportions that I mixed, however, it just boosts their energy and makes them feel giddy.

      “I don’t want to interfere with your ability to work or negotiate terms so I made these accordingly, but I can make drinks and elixirs for many purposes,” I say, handing them each their drink and watching them.

     They sip their drinks and smile. 

     I take inventory of what they have stocked the bar with and what I will need to grow or purchase specially. Many herbs are readily available, but many more are not.

    I keep one eye on them and watch as the lust rolls off of them, but Willow surprises me by throwing an adoring look my way. With Aiden staking his claim on her I don’t stand a chance, but could she possibly feel something for me? 

    “I’m thinking a big black dragon with beautiful golden eyes, within a circle, the top half of which is golden Celtic knotwork and the lower half is vines and moonflowers and I want a full moon in there,” Willow says while looking between both Aiden and I for approval.

    I can understand the black dragon, it’s his club, but the other symbolic aspects I don’t grasp. Not that she knows he’s a dragon, he hides it well, but my gift along with whisperings I hear in the market revealed his true identity to me. He won't be hiding it from her for long if he continues this way. I nod my approval at her and Aiden tells her to give him a list of supplies and he will have them ready for her to start tomorrow. 

    “I have an event in Salem tomorrow and then I am away for most of the week,” Aiden says as he walks her out and kisses her hand before she slips through the door.

    Once she is gone. Aiden is before me with the yellow shining through his eyes. 

    “What was that about? She hugged you like…like you…” Aiden sputters, his jealousy and lust scrambling his thoughts and emotions.

     “I don’t know. We had some classes together and argued once or twice. If I knew what got her to hug me, I would have done it sooner,” I say honestly and shrug.

     “Watch yourself around her, she is special,” Aiden says.

     I know she is but I don’t need to tell him. It is apparent to anyone who knows her she is a special woman and a very special witch.

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    Aiden has been gone for almost a week and every night my dreams are of him and Willow, mostly he is possessive, but his lust for me prevails in the end and he lets me join them. He likes to act dominant, but in my dreams he allows Willow and I to dominate him more often than not.

   Today, he comes home, and I woke up from a dream where Willow held his arms bound while he sucked my cock and when I awoke my erection was throbbing. Now, I stand under the shower fisting my throbbing erection and pumping it while I picture the powerful dragon on his knees with the luscious witch holding his bindings and watching us in delight. I am so fucked, but thinking about her aroused state and his mouth wrapped around my length makes me cum harder than ever. 

   Shit, if my dreams and fucked up fantasies do this to me, what would the reality be like?

   I doubt I’ll ever find out.

  I approach my mother’s booth from behind her and hear her talking to my brother.

   “He and Sheila still seem to be together. I know he has his reservations. Four mates is highly unusual but not unheard of, the Unseelie king…”

    “Mother, he is not Unseelie. He is half human and half Seelie, like me. Maybe he has so many mates because I have none,” my brother sighs.

    “None of his mates are fae,” my mother whispers.

    “I know you hoped he would take over your father’s throne and bring acceptance and compassion for other races back to your kingdom, but that is not his fate. His fate is here, in the mortal world. Accept this, mother,” my brother says sternly.

    I did not know that my mother had such high ambitions for me.

    I double back and change my approach, coming at them head on.

    My mother acts like her usual self as I purchase some herbs and seeds and tell her about the mural that Willow and I have been working on.

    As I am about to leave the booth a brownie in an amanita hat approaches with a scroll and bows to me.

    “From your great uncle Thaddeus the First of Knight’s Pass,” he says before disappearing.

    My mother gasps. Knight’s Pass is the Unseelie court right next to the Spring Court. They are the Unseelie equivalent of my grandfather’s court. I did not know that it was ruled by my great uncle.

    “My father told me uncle Thaddeus died in the Purity Wars because he betrayed his pure fae blood and was captured by the Unseelie King,” my mother cries.

   It seems we are more Unseelie than she realizes. 

    I unroll the scroll and read

         King Thaddeus the First requests an audience with the Dragon King, Aiden Crowe and his companions Rafferty Addams of Verdante lineage Fae and Willow Wildwood of the Wildwood and Thorneblood lineages Witch/Fae. 

       King Thaddeus the First will present himself at the thinning of the veil, when it is easiest to pass between the mortal world and realms of fae. Expect his arrival before Samhain Eve at the club The Black Onyx Room.

     (To My great-nephew, Rafferty. There is much you need to know and I look forward to meeting you at long last.)

              Signed,

                  King Thaddeus the First of Verdante lineage ruler of Knight’s Pass

     Willow has fae blood, and I didn’t pick up on it, how strange! I always pick up on even the smallest hint of supernatural blood, so how did I miss that?

     “I am afraid that he won’t be the uncle of my youth, but more afraid that he is and that they have lied to me for hundreds of years. Keep your wits about you, my son,” my mother says in a frightened voice.

      “I need to get to the club and meet Aiden and Willow. I don’t have time to dwell on this now and there seems to be nothing I can do,” I say with a shrug and drop my skateboard down, getting on it and rushing off. 

     I skate all the way to the club hoping to clear my head of all that is buzzing around in there. I suspect that the Seelie Court coloured my concepts of Seelie and Unseelie Fae along with the human understanding of good vs evil. There is something I have missed in this, having colored my existence up to this point.

     I meet Willow just as she is walking up to the club and unlock the door. We both enter and she stays near the door until I deactivate the alarm system and we get to work.