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Guest Post: Bad Fae by Anna Mayle

May 16, 2012

I’d like to welcome Anna Mayle to my blog!

That is a title that is hard to concretely bestow since the Fae and their values are so different from our own.

To be sure there are those Fae who are more mischievous than others. Puck is a very popular example of a mischievous Faerie. Boggarts are another example, they’re house Fae who follow a family from place to place, they’ll chill people in their sleep, make milk go sour and hide things from the household. Phooka and pixies play practical jokes that can end in humans being injured, even killed. But they’re meant to be simple pranks. I suppose the difference is in the intent.

In Scottish folklore Fae are placed into one of two courts, Seelie or Unseelie. Concerning humans, while Seelie will warn first when a human has offended, and even offer and return kindness to mankind, Unseelie bring harm down upon man. Each side has their own code and concept of right and wrong and neither side is completely good or evil. In fact many just don’t deal with humans at all, preferring to stay far from them. But when forced to choose, the Unseelie will always harm a human rather than help one. Keeping that in mind I would suppose the Unseelie Fae would be as close to “Bad Fae” as we can guess.

Then there are the violent Fae.

It will be no secret, to those of you following my blog tour, that my favorite Fae is a very violent type. Redcap, I’ve been a fan of his since I read about him in a book of Faerie that I found in the basement. Granted, I changed a couple details about him in “Lullaby for a Stolen Child”, but the bloody, viscious spirit of Redcap I kept very much to tale.

Though, in older legends there is an entire race of Redcaps, more modern legends say he is a single and very territorial Fae who lives along the border of Scotland and England (the first detail I changed in my book), he lurks around the ruins of old castles and kills those who trespass in his territory with his teeth, claws or sharp scythe. Redcap is a fear form which means he grows stronger off of the fear of others, in fact some stories say he was created by fear and is fear himself.

Redcap is usually portrayed as an elderly man (my second change), short and stocky with sharp and plentiful teeth, long thick claws and heavy metal boots that while they slow him enough that he doesn’t outrun himself, still don’t hinder him enough to slow him to human speeds. He gets his name from his cap (the third change) which depending on the legend is either dyed red in the blood of his victims or made completely from flakes of dried blood. I thought the image of him running blood coated hands through his hair so many times it wouldn’t wash away was a bit more to the sexy side of the macabre.

The metal boots I left out as well, honestly because that part of the legend I’d forgotten. I regretted their absence for a moment but honestly, my interpretation of Redcap reveled in his power, so it makes sense in the end that he wouldn’t wear something to stifle it.

Maybe it was the blatant, even joyful destruction that he wrought, his pride in his violence that first drew me in. There is something intriguing and definitely sexy about someone so unapologetically true to his nature, bad as it may be. Combine that with the allure of the Fae, well…

Maybe that was why daybreak was so fun to write. I got to take an innocent into that darkness and then bring him out the other side. Between “Lullaby” and “Daybreak” I can’t say which was more fun to write.

But I’ve got to say, I love my Bad Fae.

Nearly a year since the nightmare at the cabin. Life for Daniel and Leinad hasn’t gotten easier, but at least there is something to say for familiarity. They fight, they threaten, but they love each other and in the end, that should be enough.

It isn’t.

When the shadows start stealing closer, and the past begins catching up to them, how long will the two lovers have before the Fae in Daniel emerges, and before Leinad has to face his own demons once again? Until the harsh light of reality engulfs the fragile world they’ve built for themselves?

How long will it be until daybreak?

Excerpt

“Daniel.” The soft, trilling voice sent shocks of agony straight to his temples.

A thick band of tension tightened around his head. He closed his strange new eyes and begged silently for it to stop.

“Daniel,” Leinad whispered again. The words were barely there, breathy. The soft, downy inside of his lover’s wings folded around him from behind, and he sighed as Leinad lowered both of them carefully to the bed. “Do not fight it. Don’t try to understand it. Whatever it is you see, it is not something humans are meant to process. You do not think like a Fae. Trying to grasp their worlds and ways will hurt you.”

“My head is killing me,” Daniel mumbled.

Leinad nodded against his shoulder and rested his face in the curve of Daniel’s neck. “I know.”

“Reading my mind now?”

Leinad chuckled. “You squint when you get headaches.”

Daniel tried to smile, but it felt brittle and impossible upon his lips. “I can’t… I’m terrified, Leinad.”

A soft mouth moved against Daniel’s neck, softer feathers caressed his chest, belly, thighs. “I am here.”

Long, tapered fingers slid slowly around his sides, teased their way to brush over Daniel’s chest and pulled him back harder against his partner. Daniel could feel Leinad’s interest pressed insistently against his tailbone. One talon tipped finger flicked the delicate nub of a nipple. Daniel gasped, Leinad moaned and nipped at the tender skin of Daniel’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked stupidly. When did my mind and mouth lose their connection?

“I’m making you forget,” Leinad said calmly, and rolled his hips into Daniel’s ass. “I’ll make you forget your own name.”

“I already have.” Daniel choked.

Leinad’s motions stilled. “Damn you Daniel. The other Fae weren’t nearly as difficult to interest.”

“I don’t remember being Fae.”

The wings opened and Daniel yelped in surprise. Leinad grabbed, twisted, and straddled him all in quick succession until Daniel stared up at Leinad from his back. The cruel curve of his beak, wide golden eyes, round and knowing in a pale white face, filled his vision. Feathers flowed over his head and shoulders like hair. The hands holding him down were talon tipped and deadly.

Daniel’s cock danced at the proximity of the dangerous creature. It thickened, lengthened, the blood rushed into it in an attempt to make it hard enough to tear through the linen slacks the creature wore. Again, one taloned hand flexed, a deadly claw teased his nipple. Daniel squirmed and moaned. He needed pressure, friction, flesh. He needed Leinad, in all his terrifying glory.

“You feel it too, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. “The consuming pull, the want, your body craves mine as if you were made for me, of me. No matter what happens, you belong to me, my creature. So lie back and give yourself up to me. Fear me, need me, only focus upon me.” Leinad punctuated his command by rolling his hips and opening his fly to free his rapidly hardening need from the confinement of his pants.

Daniel trembled, a familiar yet strange moistness seeped from his puckered entrance as his body prepared itself. His anus opened and closed again and again, begged to be filled, to be brutalized, to be taken, owned, claimed. It knew its master just as his dancing cock did, just as Daniel himself did. Leinad glowed gloriously and Daniel wanted nothing more than to be the vessel to his need. He arched his hips up, and closed his eyes at even the slight friction that earned him. Without the strange visual world to distract him, the sensations were doubled and then some, and he keened at their strength.

“There, now you are ready for me, aren’t you.”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Oh yes, please.”

“Please?” Leinad cooed. “You want me to please you, do you not?” He took Daniel’s hand and brought it to his huge, thick cock. The veins stood in stark relief against the magnificent shaft and the mushroom head leaked a thick, clear liquid that coated its length and pooled between them, made them slide smoothly against one another. “You want me to tear you open and live inside you, move in and out until you aren’t sure which you want more, the pleasure or the pain.”

“Yes!” Daniel begged and writhed for more, for the action those words promised. “Please fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you into forgetting. Then I’ll go deeper. I’ll penetrate straight to your soul and saturate it with my seed. Body. Mind. Soul, all mine. You hear me? You’re mine!”

“Yes, sir.” Daniel trembled. Leinad stood and stripped quickly. Daniel didn’t even have time to feel guilt over the multitude of bandages revealed before Leinad was back. He tore Daniel’s pants from his body, scooped Daniel’s legs up to rest on his shoulders and surged forward until Daniel was bent nearly in half, begging in shallow, panting breaths, his opening wide and wanting. “Please Leinad. Please don’t be cruel to me, not now.”

“Never,” the creature promised and thrust with one hard jab, burying himself deeply into Daniel’s core.

Daniel cried out in perfect, blissful agony. “More!”

Leinad thrust again, and lights danced in the blackness behind Daniel’s eyelids.

“Mine. Say it,” Leinad ordered.

“Yours, I am yours. I am yours!” he sang brokenly while Leinad plowed into him again and again. Daniel might as well have been praying, for the worship he could hear in his own voice. The thickness inside of him was unrelenting, claiming, unyielding. He had no time to relax, to calm or think, barely time to breathe.

The speed behind those deep thrusts increased, and he was bent so far that his knees met his ears while Leinad blanketed him with his weight and rode him hard, wet and wonderful. A scream built inside of him, but he had no breath to give voice to it. Leinad pounded into him so hard that he slammed into the bed. It still wasn’t enough. Daniel reached down to grasp his own cock, but the force inside of him shook. Leinad’s cock rattled like a snake against his prostrate and before his fingers even closed around himself he was coming, twisted and covered and owned. It wasn’t romantic, but it was love, thick and hot inside of him. It bent him, twisted his soul to its bidding. “I love you,” he breathed.

Leinad came and pulled out at the same time. His semen coated Daniel’s legs and crotch as he retreated to the far side of the room and stared at him with those wide, inhuman eyes.

“Leinad?”

“Damn you, Daniel.” He choked. “You weren’t supposed to say it.”

You can learn more about my books and myself at http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4430205.Anna_Mayle

And all of the previous books are also available for purchase at
http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/360.html just click on the cover to the right of the screen.

Thank you ^_^

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