Page 20 of Blood and Roses

"Do you find the pain exciting, Unseelie?" she asked lifting herself up so that he could see the beads of milk dripping downthe sloping curves of her breasts. Bleddyn grabbed the queen by her long, white neck, pinning her to the stone wall of the bath.

"Do you?" he demanded.

The Autumn Queen's eyes flashed in anger, and she struck him, her nails opening his pale skin. He did not move as the crimson drops of blood fell to mar the white milk. Bleddyn watched her, his body towering over hers and the anger in her eyes melted under the heat of her own desire. She kissed him, biting his lips in her eagerness. Bleddyn allowed it only a few moments until he held her back firmly.

"No."

The Queen was shocked, her fury growing inside of her. "I am your queen. I own the very breath in your body."

"But you do not own my heart or soul," Bleddyn whispered in her ear. "And if you take me unwillingly, you will never know the secret to the greatest pleasure that only the Unseelie can give you. It is dark magic, and it has never been given to a Seelie before. It is not something you can take like you took our lands. It must be given."

Bleddyn walked from the pool, leaving the queen wondering what the secret magic could be, for the only thing she loved was power.

From that night the Autumn Queen forbade any of the Court from touching the Unseelie princes. They no longer had to wear the chains and slave collars around their necks and hands in the ballrooms. Bleddyn acted no differently from this special allowance only to bow to her in silent thanks on behalf of his brothers.

This act sparked malcontent in many subjects for the Unseelie princes were beautiful, unusual creatures that they had enjoyed using for whatever pleasure they saw fit. All were afraid of the older prince, but the queen's edict had robbed them of their treasured entertainment.

As he knew she would, the queen summoned Bleddyn two nights later. She was wearing a fine gossamer shift that accentuated, rather than hid the nakedness underneath it. Her attendants were dismissed, leaving her alone with him once more. "Come sit beside me," the queen commanded.

"I would rather stand, my queen," Bleddyn answered politely.

The queen's eyes flared. "You would deny me this one small thing after the great favor I have shown you?"

"I am grateful, my queen, but the chambers that Lord Ryn has locked us in are very cramped. We enjoy being able to stand properly when we can."

The queen's red brows furrowed as she got to her feet and walked slowly to him. She snapped her fingers, and his threadbare shirt melted away. Bleddyn did not move as she scraped her long nails down his back.

"Why do you resist me so much, dark one? Why do you hold yourself back from the pleasure I offer you?"

"I mean no disrespect, but it is my awe of you the reason I must control myself. The Unseelie lovemaking is far more passionate than the Seelie, and I would not wish to harm the queen for fear her wrath would turn to my brothers. It is a far better thing to resist what you offer."

"I will not harm your brothers if you lie with me," she said as she put her hand in his long, black hair, pulling it hard as she kissed him.

His hands gripped her hips roughly, lifting her up. He carried her over to her bed of red silks, pushing her down onto it. Gripping the front of her shift, hetore it in half. He bit her breast hard enough for her to cry out in sudden pain. Bleddyn let her go and got back to his feet. A bruise was already blossoming like a purple autumn flower on her pale skin.

"I am sorry, my queen, but I cannot come to you as I am. You are the greatest queen in the entire world. I will not touch you with my soiled hands and body. It would be insulting to you."

"You insult me by denying me," the queen said, touching the bruise, "but this last request I will grant you."

The Unseelie princes were moved that very night to one of the finest chambers in her court. There they had servants bring them hot water for baths and new clothes of the finest silks and velvets. An elaborate meal was brought to them, and the princes ate well before hiding their knives in the folds of their clothes, listening as Bleddyn laid out his plans to them.

The next night, they went to the ball, the younger princes given free rights to roam where they pleased. Bleddyn danced with the Autumn Queen and made her laugh with his observances of the dour-faced courtiers. When she retired, she took Bleddyn's hand openly in front of her advisors and led him to her chambers.

"I have given what you asked for, Unseelie. Now give yourself to me as promised," the Autumn Queen demanded.

Bleddyn took the knife he had stolen from the banquet dinner and held it against her chest. The queen gasped as he ran the flat side of the cool blade down her skin.

"You mean to kill me, Unseelie?" the queen asked, laughter bubbling out of her.

With a steady hand, he slid the blade down the front of her jeweled bodice and cut the ties one by one until her body spilled free from it. She tried to move, but he held the blade to her throat, stilling her as he kissed her breast through her thin undergarment. Two quick flicks of his hand and the shoulders of her gown tore away. A thin line of blood welled up where the blade had caught her, and he quickly put his mouth over it, drinking a drop of her blood before it healed. The queen kissed him, viciously.

"Tell me what the Unseelie magic is," she demanded breathlessly.

"Can you not feel the spell beginning to move through you?" Bleddyn asked as he ran the blade between her breasts, shredding the fabric and leaving a line of welling blood. Her back arched as he licked it, her eyes clouding, unseeing of the small cuts he was making in her. He cut the skirt of her dress to shreds, the queen trembling with fear and excitement to be in the hands of her armed enemy. Wherever she felt the cold touch of the blade was followed by the sensation of his tongue until she was dizzy with need.

Bleddyn felt strength returning to his limbs, the magic in the blood filling him. With every cut, he grew stronger, and the queen, caught up in her own desire, grew weaker.

Every moment he spent with her, his brothers were making their way to their agreed meeting place. Taking strips of her ruined dress, he tied her arms above her head, her legs to the posts of her bed.

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