Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

My Salvation	By : sesshyluver Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 4454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
Amarha signed with frustration. Ever since the “incident,” Oberon had been pushing her away. He could barely look at her. It was driving her crazy. She had apologized (several times), but he was still distant. The only time she got to see him was at meals, or if she was giving reports about her spying mission. And even at those times, there was minimal conversation. Speaking of reports, she was heading toward her lord's office now with one. She knocked.
“Enter,” came the dry tone. It still sent shivers down her spine. Shaking out of her stupor, she open the door.
“Ah, Amarha, you have news,” he asked, giving her a quick glance before once again studiously studying the papers before him. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she cleared her throat.
“Yes, my Lord. The latest intelligence I've gathered is most disturbing,” she began. And it was. The things she overheard was making Amarha nervous. If Titania succeeding, Avalon would be ruined and her lord dead.
“And,” came the drawl, ice blue eyes finally, finally looking at her. She could barely make herself speak. Those eyes were intense on the best of days.
“Um...oh yes...Cyane has gathered almost two hundred to Titania's cause,” she began, “They are mostly lower level Avalonians, without significant power, but there are a few that could pose a real threat. That's not the most disturbing part though.” Here she paused. She didn't want to voice what she'd found out aloud. It was almost too horrific to think of.
“Continue,” came the reply. He was now leaning back in his chair, legs and arms crossed. Goddess he was beautiful.
“Titania...Titania is planning to poison you,” she cried out, “I was able to hear here describe her plan. The poison can be slipped into food or drink. It's affects are immediate. She said that were you to succumb to it, you would no longer be a threat.” She was wringing her hands by this point. Oberon, however, seemed completely unfazed. It infuriated her. Couldn't he see the danger.
“I see. I will need to employ a taster for meals then,” was the response. She abruptly stopped wringing her hands. Of course. That was the obvious answer. Releasing a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, she smiled at Oberon.
“If that's all, you may leave,” came the monotone. Her smile promptly fell.
“But...My Lord, perhaps,” she began.
“I said that is all,” came the thundered reply, “I have more important matters to see to then your need for attention.” She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes, but she was not going to let them fall. He would only see that as more weakness.
“As you wish, My Lord,” she said quietly, turning to exit the office. As she crossed the threshold, she could feel the first traitorous tear hit her arm. Why was he so angry with her?
Over the next two weeks, she saw continued to only see Lord Oberon at meals or to report. Thankfully, he'd begun using a taster at meals. She was infinitely pleased. She had been scared he would dismiss her intel and continue on as if nothing was amiss. She could also see that Titania was livid. The Queen kept sending glares to her husband, know that anyone trying to slip something to him was going to be hard pressed to succeed. Amarha had to smile at that.
She spent the next several days staying out of Oberon's way. She couldn't handle the constant rejection. It was like being ten years old all over again. She was so lost in her thoughts, that she almost missed the voices. As she was turning the corner, she noticed movement and quickly hid behind a drapery. Oh lord, Titania! Not what she needed.
“And how goes our recruiting,” questioned Titania. Her voice alone grated on Amarha's ears.
“It goes well, My Lady,” said the simpering voice of Cyane, “we have over two hundred Avalonians willing to fight with us.” Goddess above, she wanted to take a red-hot poker and stab him with it. How could he plot against Oberon. He was a good king.
“Good. My plans to poison my dear husband,” you could hear the disdain in her voice, “is taking longer than I thought. He is harder to get to then normal. But not impossible.” She could hear the sneer. Stupid woman. But what did she mean not impossible.
“How so, My Lady,” came the reply. Yes, how so indeed. She could not let her lord be harmed.
“I took the liberty of slipping the poison into his morning tea today. Something he rarely has tasters try first,” she said. Shit! This was not good. Amarha didn't need to hear anymore. She raced to Oberon's office, intent on preventing from ingesting that tea.
“Stop,” she yelled as she burst through the office door. Oberon's cup was almost to his mouth when she'd burst in. Thankfully, she'd startled him. Rushing forward, she grabbed the tea cup and poured it into the fire, which sputtered a moment before crackling merrily away once again. She turned to see a very angry king.
“What was the meaning of that,” he roared, rising from his office chair to storm toward his wayward ward. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her in close, using his size to intimidate.
“I...um...I...I'm sorry My Lord. I couldn't let you,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks. She had never seen him so angry with her. For the first time, she was scared of him.
“And why not,” came the deadly voice, hand squeezing her arm. She was sure it would bruise.
“Titania said she poisoned it. I couldn't let you drink it,” she said earnestly. Suddenly, Oberon released her, turning away to stalk back to his seat.
“Do you honestly think I did not have someone test the tea before I drank it,” he spat. He grabbed the cup, once again refilling it. For a moment, Amarha doubted herself. Her Lord was clever. But he wasn't impenetrable. As he brought the cup to his lips, she again knocked it away. Why wouldn't he trust her. And suddenly, she was angry. More angry then she could ever remember being.
“I'll prove it to you,” she yelled, grabbing the cup, filling it, and drinking the whole thing down. Nothing happened. She could see the rage in Oberon's eyes.
“I told you,” he began ranting, looking into glazed eyes right before his ward collapsed. She began shivering violently, sweat already beading her brow. Swiftly picking her up, he raced her to her room, yelling for one of the maids to get the healer.
Setting her on her bed, he stripped her down to her underwear, worry filling his eyes. Damn it, she'd been right. And she was suffering for it. The knock on the door alerted him to the healer's presence. An elderly looking woman with wood brown skin, even darker hair, and solid brown eyes, no whites or pupils entered the room.
“What is wrong, Lord Oberon,” came the small voice. The woman looked from the Avalonian king to the woman shivering violently in the bed. Briskly, she walked over already assessing the patient before her.
“She ingested a poison. I don't know which,” he replied, watching the healer closely. She had worked for him for centuries, but so had his cooks and servants. Yet somehow, poison had been slipped to him anyway. Titania truly was posing a threat.
“Bring me the liquid she ingested,” replied the healer, checking the human over for any lesions or foam around the mouth or nose. Nothing. So the poison could work out of her system, if she could survive until that happened. Oberon strode back to his office, seeing that the tea had been removed. So, someone was hoping to cover up their crime. He noticed they had missed the cup, which still held some of the tea within it. Grabbing the cup, he returned to his ward's bedroom.
The healer took the cup Oberon held, looking at the contents. So, the poison could be ingested via food or drink and could be worked out of the system. The list of possibilities was shortening. Taking a small sample of the poison, the healer put it on her tongue. Instantly, she felt desire course through her, but was quickly gone, the dose too small to do more than give a fleeting discomfort. 'Ah, so it's that is it.'
“So, do you know what she ingested,” came the dare the healer say frantic reply.
“Yes. It is only considered a poison because of what it causes the drinker to do. At least, an Avalonian drinker,” the healer replied, digging into her bag for a white powder. She mixed it with a small bottle of water before tipping it down the human's throat. Poor thing. She didn't deserve this. The healer was old, older than most Avalonians, and did not bear the same dislike toward humans as many of her kind did.
“What did you give her,” Oberon asked harshly. What if the healer had finished the job?
“A contraceptive. The poison your ward ingested is a highly dangerous aphrodisiac. If given to an Avalonian, it will force them to act on their desires, no matter the consent of their partner. But for a human, it causes their body to be consumed by desire, with can only be appeased by sexual activity,” the healer said. Unfortunately, if the young human was not given sexual release, the fever would burn her from the inside out.
“Can't we just keep her body temperature under control until it passes,” questioned Oberon. The thought of Amarha getting sexual satisfaction from anyone made him angry.
“No. The fever will burn her from the inside out. The only cure for a human is sex. Lots and lots of sex,” said the healer with not a little bit of humor. The look on Oberon's face was a mix between longing and rage. She could guess why for both.
“Very well, then I'll ask you to leave us. Kylinia, make sure no one disturbs us until I say otherwise,” came the curt commands.
“Yes, Lord Oberon,” came the fairy's reply. At least he could trust her to make sure his orders were followed. The healer bowed before also exiting the room. Oberon closed and locked the door before turning to look at his ward. She was staring at him with glazed eyes, sweating and shivering.
“My Lord, it hurts,” she cried, “Please make it stop.”
Amarha couldn't believe what had come out of her mouth. But Goddess it hurt. Her whole body was sensitive to the most minute touch. The sight of Lord Oberon was causing this ache in her groin. She watched as he walked over to her. He sat on her bed before his hand sought that place that was causing so much turmoil. He slid his hand under her underwear, rubbing her clit while pushing a finger into her opening. The sensation was too much and she was cumming before she even fully registered he'd touched her.
Oberon watch fascinated as Amarha writhed through her orgasm. He could feel his cock swell with arousal at the sight. As she came back down from her high, she rose and quickly stripped, standing before his ward naked and erect. He once again came to the bed. He could see that her eyes were less glazed, but he could no longer deny his need.
Amarha felt Oberon slid a hand behind her back, bringing her up. He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, exploring its crevices. While he kissed her, he unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. The sensation of her nipples rubbing against Oberon's chest caused her to moan into the kiss. Releasing Amarha's mouth, he laid her back down on the bed.
Oberon just looked at her, hair splayed across the pillow, eyes heavy with desire, breasts heavy with each breath. They were heavy, perfect for his hands with dusky aureoles and peach colored skin. He bent, taking one into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth before releasing it with a snap. He watches as she arches up into the touch, gasping and moaning. It is almost more than he can take, but though she is being affected by the fever, Oberon was going to make her first time as good as possible.
He kissed her again, already addicted to her taste, tongue plundering her depths. Arms came up to encircle his neck, pulling him closer. He was happy to apply. Releasing her mouth, he began a trek down her body. He found her ears were particularly sensitive, and spent time nipping, suckling, and licking the shell before moving again. He once again played with her nipples, twisting one between his fingers as the other was tortured by his tongue. He bit, hard enough to leave teeth indentations. All she did was moan louder. The sound turned him on even more.
He'd always liked a little pain with his pleasure, but his wife wouldn't allow it. He should have known then that she was not for him. But here was a woman who arched into his touch, no matter if it was painful or pleasurable. He scraped his teeth down her waist before coming to the edge of her panties. Grabbing the edge with his teeth, he eased the undergarment down. He used his hands to sweep them the rest of the way off her body. And stared.
The creature in front of him was exquisite. To think he'd been denying himself, unwilling to leave a woman who did not love him. Gently spreading Amarha's thighs, he brought his mouth down to her center, giving her a lick. The reaction was immediate and big. She shouted out in surprise, the sensation so intense she could barely think. Smirking, he continued his oral assault. He pleasured her with licks and kisses, suckling her clit and thrusting his tongue into her. She could feel the wave again and knew she was going to have an orgasm again. She tried to warm Oberon, pulling on his hair, but he just seemed to become more determined. Finally, she could hold it in anymore and came. And he was there drinking it all in. She tasted divine.
He was aching with the need to fill her. And that was exactly was he intended to do. Sliding up her body, he brought her legs up around his waist and kissed her, thrusting into her moist heat. They both moaned at the sensation. The smell of blood reach his nose, but it was minor. So, she'd been a virgin. That fact didn't surprise him. In fact, it brought a swell of satisfaction. Unable to hold back, he pulled out and plunged back in. Goddess she was tight. It was like a vice around his cock.
He continued plunging into her core, the feeling of being inside her overwhelming. She clung to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel the sweat on his brow and the tightening within signaling his release. He reached down, stroking her clit. It was all the stimulation she needed. And she clamped down on him, yelling out in pleasure. The feel of her getting even tighter was it for him. He thrust once, twice, three times, seating himself fully inside her as his release filled her. Panting, he pulled out, willing the mess away with a thought.
He could hear her even breathing and realized she was asleep. Smiling, he settled behind her, molding her small frame to his larger one as he drew the covers over them. He cradled her head on his arm, the other coming to wrap possessively around her waist. Yes, today had been a day of many revelations. Perhaps he could have what he wanted and get rid of what he didn't.
Amarha woke up to the feeling of heat. The fever was back. She almost moaned in despair until she felt the touch at her waist. It quickly slid up to cup her chin, encouraging her to turn her head to the lips seeking hers. She knew who was touching her, but still found it unbelievable. She responded eagerly to the kiss. The hand hold her chin slid down to her thigh, guiding her to slide it up. And then she felt his cock poking at her entrance before sliding in.
She moaned into the kiss. She was maneuvered onto her knees with him behind her, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, kneading them as he thrust into her. The feeling was exquisite. His thrusting became more powerful, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. She arched her head back and around, her lips again being claimed by the man behind her. His pace was becoming erratic, and she could feel the tightening in her stomach that meant she was close. Two more powerful thrusts coupled with the hands kneading her breasts giving her nipples a yank and she was tumbling over that cliff again. The moment her walls clamped down on his cock, Oberon felt himself tumble over, emptying himself inside the woman before him.
Amarha could feel her senses dulling with exhaustion again, and quickly slipped back into the land of dreams. The next two days were much of the same. When she was awake, the fever took hold and Oberon would bring her over the edge again and again. When she was able to stay awake for a short time after their lovemaking, he would have her eat. Her body had never know such sensations. On the morning of the fourth day, it all came crashing down.
She woke and was surprised to not feel the fever. She was also relieved. While she enjoyed what she and Oberon had been doing, she missed the bonding that was expected when couples engaged in sexual activity. Between the sex itself and her exhaustion afterward, she and Oberon hadn't done much talking. She could hear voices outside her door and rose to investigate.
“I'm happy to hear she is doing well, Lord Oberon,” came a feminine voice. She recognized the healer. While there were those in Avalon that looked down on her humanity, the healer had always treated her like someone with value, rather than a bug to be squashed.
“Yes, her fever has finally broken,” came the curt reply. Her eyes cloudy with worry. He sounded...upset. That didn't bode well for anyone.
“Good. And how are you? Enjoying your...relationship with Amahra,” asked the healer. Amarha quietly giggled into her hand. If only the healer knew. The next words out of Oberon's mouth abruptly stopped her merriment.
“I did what had to be done to keep the fever from killing her, nothing more,” was the short response. She backed away from the door, disbelief feeling her. She'd...she'd thought...it didn't matter what she'd thought, only what was true. Returning to her bed, she laid down, suddenly wishing she was still asleep. Her door was opened, Oberon walking through before shutting it quietly behind him. She could see the surprise flash briefly across his face at seeing her awake.
“Good morning,” he said, “How are you feeling?” He walked over and sat on the bed, bringing his hand up to check her forehead. Though she tried not to, she couldn't help but flinch at the touch. She felt him hesitate before settling his hand on her.
“I'm fine. Feeling much better,” she replied. She watched him contemplate her, trying to figure out what had changed. Finally, he nodded and rose. He walked to the door, turning once again to look at her, something...off in his eyes.
She waited until she could no longer hear his footfalls before rising and entering her bathing chamber. For the next hour, she indulged in a bath, letting the warm water ease her muscles, thinking about what to do. And the answer came, easier than she'd thought. She would need to leave. She couldn't stay knowing her feelings for Oberon and his...lack...of feelings for her.
“Kylinia, I need you,” she said calmly. The fairy would know she was needed no matter how far away. She could smell the magic as the fairy appeared in the bathroom. She couldn't help but smile.
“Amarha! You're all better,” came the happy voice. She opened her eyes to see the fairy fluttering above her.
“Yes. And I have a favor to ask,” she said. Better to just let it out there.
“I need to leave Avalon,” she stated. The fairy practically froze with her shock. She couldn't blame her, Amarha hadn't expressed an interest in leaving Avalon since Kylinia had become her maid.
“What...Amarha...I, are you sure,” came the tentative reply.
“Yes. I...I need to leave. Oberon...he...he'll hate me now,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
“Oh, are you sure,” answered the fairy. She had thought Oberon was finally going to admit his affection for Amarha.
“Yes, please,” came the weak reply.
“Ok. I've got a friend in the human world. He'll take care of you. Be ready in an hour,” Kylinia said firmly, already working out the best way to get Amarha out of Avalon.
The next hour passed quickly for Amarha. She packed a few belongings, wrote a note to Oberon, and was waiting patiently when Kylinia came back to her room. The little fairy had a bag attached to her waist. She took the bag and increased it's size. She reached inside and pulled out what looked like pure starlight. She was quickly dusted with the odd mixture. She felt a tingling sensation and the next moment she found herself standing on a roof looking out at a million lights. There was a gasp from behind her, causing her to turn abruptly.
A woman was standing before her. She knew this woman. She'd seen her every day in the mirror. Except...this woman's eyes and hair were different. Her eyes...ocean blue with a ring of lavender with straight hair. Who...it could be...
“Mirah,” she asked.
“Amarha.”
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

My Salvation