Arianrhod’s hair was soaked from the downpour and Ailduin’s thick white hair was done in a tight braid. She heard his mind, he wanted privacy. She without thought phased them to her small estate in Wales when she came there for the Welsh to pay homage to her. It was a small keep compared to Caer Sidi but it was warm and dry. Ailduin dragged her inside and Arianrhod could not believe how he was treating her. She kept a small number of servants and pathed to them to keep quiet and they said nothing. Ailduin was dragging a struggling Arianrhod until he found the most posh bed chambers. She could have freed herself but in fact; this fae was no slouch and she realized that without a doubt he was an incredible warrior. Ailduin whirled around and his blue leather tunic was ruined but it was stitched in gold lettering on two strips; one on each side of his chest. It spoke of his rank as a prince to his people and as a general for the Lady Don. He jerked her armor off of her and threw it from them. Her fae warrior was being none too gentle as he ripped her white battle stolla from her and he did not shove her back, but forced her to sit and he deftly undid her sandals.

“What do you want Undine?” Arianrhod hissed at him.

“To get the chill from my body bitch.” Ailduin answered just as nastily.

He soon stripped and she again gulped at seeing his ripped and etched muscles outlined as if a statue. There was no loose muscle anywhere and Arianrhod was very much in a state of near madness by the time he jerked his boots off. Ailduin was fully naked and bore many scars from his time as a warrior and he sat his knee on the bed and pushed her back. For many minutes; he actually only did hold her to gain her body heat.

“Why do you think I have not pursued you?” Arianrhod asked in a shaky voice.

“Because you are ekimmu and it lies when it serves your purpose.” He retorted.

“Ailduin, I refused to lead Fionn straight to you. I realized that he saw our last time together. I did not take your life on the battle field and I sure as hell was not going to cause your death!” She hissed out.

“I would have rather died and felt you than this emptiness that has been making me mad. My clan thinks I had a temporary episode of insanity; I think perhaps I did. I begged my wife to come back to me as your spell had worn off!” Ailduin said with such cold hatred.

Bloody tears pricked her eyes and she could see in his mind that his wife was now pregnant. She was furious and she screamed in hatred and he did not smile but he did not comfort either way.

“There was no spell you insipid elf! I wanted you as you wanted me. I cared more for your wellbeing than you apparently cared for mine. Fae are self-centered, cruel people!” Arianrhod gulped down her tears and said in a scathing tone.

“I had no care? You spout that excrement? Really Arianrhod? Truly?” He demanded haughtily.

“I will spout anything I wish whenever I wish. I am the Silver Wheel…I am Arian…” She began to say.

Ailduin silenced her by smashing his lips to hers and the response was ardent and just as wild as he felt. His left hand brazenly moved up her side and cupped her breast. The heat that his people radiated was making her fevered and he finally let her lips go and he bent his head to latch onto her tit to suckle it.

“Ailduin what do you want from me!” She yelped out.

He was especially wicked with his tongue and teeth as he let her nipple go and his blue eyes met her slowly changing to green.

“I want; no DESERVE, what you promised me. I want some assurance from you that we are each other’s. Not just talk but something to link us.” He said frowning.

“What was it I promised you?” Arianrhod demanded.

“You for starters offered me this...