Disclaimer: is a work of fiction. This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.

A/n: Kitathas- "Wind of Spirit Fury" ande Leire- "she who stands at the border of dawn". Chapter is steeped in sexual content leading up to major drama and explanations of The Four Branches.

Kitathas Leire

Arianrhod lay upon many furs of ermine and the white bears of the very furthest north as she watched the Undine sitting on his knees and his head lowered as if in prayer. She required it of him every day since his capture; he was to lift his wrist and allow her to feed from him. No one was allowed to touch him but her and no one would dare break her rule.

“Do you tire Undine?” She demanded twirling a lock of her silvery-white hair.

“I care not! It is my only wish you would kill me and slip me into the water.” the fae whispered as his voice almost broke.

“What is your name fae?” The silver wheel asked arching her brow.

All of her mane was down this day and she only wore silk wrapped around her hips in white. She was on her side as she watched her slave lift his pale head and stare at her with his incredibly light blue eyes.

“Ailduin Ludok.” He stated in a defeated voice.

Her long hair covered her nakedness and she stared at eyes that should make her sick. The fae were beautiful creatures to behold but they were as deadly; if not more so than an ekimmu. Arianrhod suddenly stood up and came in front of him and jerked his chin up and made him look at her. Anger filled her but she was also filled with something else that she could not place.

“The water? So you could be reborn? That is within my power as well.” She whispered severely.

“I am fae and an Undine; my Lady Don controls my soul.” Ailduin said stubbornly.

“She is my mother you know.” Arianrhod sneered.

“I thought it myth.” He said trying not to look at her.

“Do I not favor her fae? I was given my sire’s power and he swore I have her face. He told me I should destroy her.” She said inhaling sharply as she tightened her grip on his chin.

“Who is Nwyvre?” he dared to speak.

Arianrhod’s other hand shook and she widened her eyes as he dared to speak without being spoken to.

“He was fae.” She snapped as her eyes darkened.

“You have whispered that name in your sleep.” He said daring to stare her in the eyes.

Arianrhod’s ire was raised but his brazenness was doing something to her. She jerked him up and made him stare her in the face. He was slightly taller and his white hair fell to his middle back undone. He bore some old scars from a sword across his chest and his face. It did not detract from his looks, in her opinion it enhanced them.

“You will fight me for your freedom.” She said huskily suddenly.

“I will what?” Ailduin answered with complete and utter shock.

She grabbed his mithril chains and actually snapped them as if they were twigs. His eyes widened and she suddenly smirked at him.

“You wish to fight the ekimmu daughter of Don? You wish your freedom Undine? I shall give it to you but you shall earn it.” The Silver Wheel said mischievously.

He wore only a white tunic that came to his knees with a simple twine belt. Ailduin had no weapon and the ekimmu queen only wore a silk wrap around her hips. The situation was beyond ridiculous until he felt fangs at his throat.

“I can make you go to your knees and beg me.” She whispered as she dragged her fangs along his jugular.

Arianrhod did not sink her fangs but began nips and a gentle sucking upon the tightened tendons. The fae was getting flushed very quickly and was utterly confused as to his situation. When her tongue began to trace where the tiny nips had been’; he groaned out as shocks of pleasure raced down his spine.

“If you wish to kill me, then do so! I know our blood is a drug to you ekimmu!” He mustered through a hazy lust beginning in his gut.

“If I wanted you dead, then you would be dead already weeks past. You dare defy me even now.” The ekimmuess said in a husky whisper.

She stepped back and undid her white silk wrapped skirt and it fell to her feet in a pool of material at her feet. Ailduin stared at her as she moved her hair so he had an excellent view of his enemy.

“Ailduin?” She demanded.

His eyes were glued to her body as he took in the contours of her white breasts tipped with pink that were slightly more than one of his hands. She stood almost as if in a warrior stance and the slight bit of silver that beckoned him.

“I am married in Leth`Evana.” He managed.

“You fae are so droll with your sense of morality.” She said coldly as she walked to a pitcher of crystal.

She poured a chalice full of blood and sipped as she watched him watch her. She knew her backside was pert and she had Celtic symbols tattooed on her lower back and down her cheeks.

“What do they mean?” The Undine managed to ask.

“They are my many names and my roles as a goddess.” Arianrhod shrugged and sipped her blood wine.

“Where do you get your sustenance?” He demanded.

“Why do you care? It is not your blood that drugs me Undine.” Her voice snapped.

She quite suddenly lost her temper and threw the crystal chalice against a wall and the red ran down staining her beautiful marble. Ailduin looked at the mess and then back at her. What he was not prepared for was the ekimmu queen in front of him. Her lips seared his and he suddenly groaned as she controlled and stole his breath as her arms wrapped around him and her clawed fingers massaged his scalp as his enemy made his fae blood boil. Slowly she took one hand and touched his fingers as she guided them to cup her left breast.

“Should not, this is sin.” Ailduin moaned as she made sure to touch his hardness beneath his tunic.

“I am surprised you do not know the name Nwyvre, Ailduin Ludok. He was an Undine fae in the Welsh veil of Leth`Evana.” Arianrhod husked in his delicate ear.

“I shan’t do this. I cannot.” He tried to say but again was silenced by her lips.

Arianrhod could not get out of her head how Nwyvre never put up with her temper and defied her. She remembered how she could not get enough of him. They looked nothing alike but this side of a man made her lose her head. Her mind made a current of air so powerful against the door that no one could break through or phase in. The Silver Wheel stepped back and she lay upon her back on her dais and she widened her legs to allow him to view her sex.

“Most ekimmu love both sides of the coin you know. I included but I am most attracted to the hardened planes of a man that can pin me down and to feel the very thing that makes him male deep within. You wish your freedom Ailduin? Conquer me!” She whispered as she dipped her fingers into her scorching center.

“This Undine…tell me…” He started to say.

“Nwyvre was the first creature to touch me and he made me a woman.” She finished for him.

Ailduin was already defeated and he knew it. He had tasted her lips and without waiting he stripped his tunic and crawled over her. He bore more scars and Arianrhod marveled at the beauty of his warrior body. She threw her head back as he sheathed himself in one thrust.

“Fuck.” He cursed softly as his arms shook and the ekimmuess was sweltering.

“You decide this battle Ailduin, I claim you. You are mine.” Arianrhod gasped hard as he thrust harshly.

“I am Undine.” Ailduin moaned but she claimed his mouth in a soul shattering kiss.

She moved under him and met every thrust as the heat was growing.

-You hear me? - She thought in his mind.

-You have that ability? - He returned shocked.

-Take me in as you reach the height. - Arianrhod commanded.

Ailduin had no idea what he was in for but his body was tightening up too quickly. The mental intimacy was not helping and he heard a scream. Pleasure so acute erupted in his mind and body that he thought perhaps he had died. His eyes were shut tightly and he felt her lips wrapped around his flat nipple. She was feeding from him and he had climaxed. She pulled back and lay back as her legs shook violently.

“You did not kill me?” He asked stupidly.

“Contrary to popular belief, ekimmu can feed and not kill.” She managed still having shocks of pleasure course her body.

“The yellow haired ekimmu is your mate is he not?” Ailduin asked refusing to unsheathe himself just yet.

“Gwydion? Yes he is. He is also not my master; that my darling is me. You have my mark now.” She stated almost blasé in tone.

“I do not understand.” The Undine said slowly sliding from her delicious body.

“You are mine. I claim you and you go back to your life, but if I decide I want you, then you will know.” The ekimmu queen stated shrugging.

“You have made me a male whore?” Ailduin demanded.

“No Ailduin. You made me want you and I am a predator. You are mine and I will kill for you.” Arianrhod answered flatly.

“I did nothing! I told you that I am married in Leth`Evana.” He said with rising anger.

It hit him as his temper flared and she wanted him because he had defied her. He had turned the queen of all ekimmu onto him because of his fearlessness.

“Touch her again and she will die.” Arianrhod warned.

“My wife? You threaten an innocent woman over my sin?” He snarled.

She stood up and got in his face and he saw anger, lust, and more on her face.

“Keep it up Undine. I assure you that it makes me more furious.” She snapped her fangs.

“My name is Ailduin ekimmu.” He snapped back.

“My name is Arianrhod fae.” The Silver Wheel actually growled.

It happened in a blur and he had no idea how or why but he slammed her against the stone wall of her palace. He used his body to batter her and possess her wildly. How her comrades did not hear, he had no clue because the woman beneath him became a moaning and screaming mass of female flesh. His mind was being stroked and he lost it. Ailduin was behind her and his hands were crushing her breasts in his hands.

“Mine!” He hissed into her ear.

Arianrhod was beyond comprehension as uniting in flesh with a fae was glorious but with someone she could respect; it was more than that. The ekimmu queen already knew she was falling in love and that did not bode well for him. No she would have to hide her affections for him from Gwydion and her screams came one on top of the other. Arianrhod allowed herself to be just a woman and it was perfection.
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