AUTHOR'S NOTE
Faeries and wolves seem to go together for me along with kink and lots of sex! In part
one of our tale, we meet Siddella, Thief of the Low Court and discover she's stolen
something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class of Faery. Crashing a party, she
doesn't realize that the Black Angus, Faery's legendary guard dogs were present.
With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears
they'll find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole.
Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class
of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing what damage computers and
technology have done to Faery. Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party
crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery
but to his heart.
Can the two of them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than
death or will his forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle?
CHAPTER ONE
She ducked into the shadows, using the large buildings as cover against the onslaught
of electric bolts being fired at her by the Cyber-Fae. Heaving breath, sweat covered and
barely clothed, she had only herself to blame for trying to steal data from a high-ranking
Comrade in this part of town.
What little magick she could summon, she pulled from deep within and used it with a
cloak chant. The Cyber-Fae chasing her wouldn't be able to sense her unless her
temperature fluctuated much.
In this cold weather, that was unlikely.
Fae in the Unseelie Kingdom knew only one temperature: freezing.
Lights from hover cars zoomed past her, the whirling sirens of the Cyber-Fae's
elite police force speeding past her.
Siddella's heart pounded loudly against her chest. In these lands she could not
call enough magick to warm her body or still her beating heart since the grid took ever
little bit of energy from the inhabitants to power the computers used to run the
city-state.
Sinking deeper into the shadows, Siddella remained still as a brick while silently
praying for the return of the Goddess and God to these lands. She hadn't been here
personally to experience what was once the great Unseelie Kingdom but stories abounded of
a time when there was no military other than royalty and weapons consisted of magick, not
metal.
Another moment passed in what seemed like an eternity.
Using her magick feelers, Siddella picked up the presence of others who were not Fae
and they were close by. Probably more military. There was supposed to be a demonstration
today. She hoped to avoid detection and blend into the shadows while making her way back
to meet her contact.
They wouldn't help her but their scents would help mask hers once she mingled in
with them.
The trick was, did she have enough glamour to change her appearance and get into
whatever event was going on.
A little food would help. Disappearing from this hateful realm and into the Seelie
Kingdom would be a better fate than dying under the thumb of a merciless ruler who sold
his own people out for technology in an attempt to provide security against a
non-threatening enemy.
Or, perhaps she could get to Earth and masquerade as a Goth while living out her days
in peace.
The money her contact promised for this information would certainly get her out of the
Unseelie City-State.
Siddella crept along the building side until she reached the back wall that ran along
the length of the high rise. Peering up between the buildings, she noticed a sliver of
light between the brick wall and back edge of the building. She could slither through,
race along the line of the wall and bypass being spotted if she kept her balance.
Her stomach grumbled.
Siddella set a hand on her tummy and clutched at it. A shiver ran through her.
She swallowed hard.
The sky opened up and began to pour white snow from the clouds. The sounds of other
Fae yelling and scurrying inside to avoid the snow echoed through the alleyway.
Siddella didn't have a choice. She had to make it into one of the nearby
buildings before the electric snowfall zapped her.
Since the weather had changed so drastically in the Unseelie, Gods and Goddesses left.
The land no longer reflected Faery culture. Random beautiful storms that showered Faery
with colorful liquid and made flowers bloom in the darkness became acid rain storms. Snow
that once coated the land in a blanket of white and blue now fell with heavy voltage of
electricity.
Not all of Faery had changed; the Seelie Kingdom was still a Kingdom, not a Fascist
city-state. Granted, the Fae there were prudish and Victorian but that part of Fae still
retained the blessings of the Court of Light.
Siddella clutched the flash drive in her pocket and made a dash for the wall. She
hoped her speed could get her up on top and keep her balanced until she found an opening.
With a quick jump, she now perched on the single layer brick wall. The tiny amount of
room would give her some shelter from the electric snow, but not enough to keep her
completely uncovered.
If snow hit her skin, it would zap her with several hundred volts of electricity.
She swallowed another lump in her throat and took off down the line of bricks, darting
over gaps.
Snow fell with a buzz around her ears.
She stopped just in time to see the end of the wall and a light blanket of snowfall
cover the road before her.
"Shit."
Panting, she dug her hand into the pocket of her jeans and shoved the flash drive
deeper inside, making sure to protect it from the outside static that accompanied the
snow.
The soft buzzing became a loud hiss.
Looking around, Siddella saw the giant hotel across from where she perched and saw
doors open. Guests in suits hung around the glass windows watching the snowfall.
She could probably make it across the street without getting hit by snow.
Hover vehicles zoomed down the street at a fast pace. The cars provided protection from
the electrical storm but nobody liked being out in it.
Her nose picked up the scent of white pepper and cayenne.
She ran a hand through her shoulder length white hair and hoped she could summon enough
glamour to get passed the doorman into shelter.
This would require the rest of her energy. She'd spent what she had on getting to
this point.
Every nerve was on edge. She calculated the distance from here to the hotel opening.
Just one hundred meters. With the wind blowing that would probably knock her off course
slightly, at best. At worst, she'd make it to the awning but get hit with a few
flakes.
"Fuck."
She had no choice. She had to survive the next few hours in hopes of meeting her
contact.
One more, she swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. Taking a deep breath,
she figured out that heading slightly to the left of her target would probably get her to
the door and inside with just enough time to spare that she could throw up her glamour and
fit in with the others.
Tattered black and pink cloth covered her top and because of her breasts hug just above
her belly button, tight blue shorts hugged her hips, leaving most of her legs exposed.
Ankle length boots with holes in the soles completed her rag tag outfit.
She shrugged and prayed once more to the Gods who used to live here that she
wouldn't get struck down by electric snow.
Inhaling a deep breath, Siddella lowered herself to a sprinting position. With a
whoosh, she let out her breath and took off into the street.
A horn blared to her right.
Lights flashed to her left.
Gunfire sounded.
The electric bolt buzzed by her ear, distracting her for just a split second.
She veered slightly off course but kept up her pace.
Her legs pumped hard and fast, sending blood through her body to help movement.
A loud thud caught her off guard before she realized she'd hit a column inside the
hotel.
Patrons stared at her oddly. Staff looked at her, then returned to dealing with
customers.
A grin almost crossed her lips as she realized she underestimated her speed and ran
straight through the glass doors and into the middle of the large foyer.
Marble columns like the one she ran into towered above her head. Gray and black seemed
to be the predominant theme here, with high metal walls that rose to the sky. Above her,
snow fell and landed on the glass fixture several stories up.
She'd made it to the proper hotel to meet her contact. She let out a sigh of
relief. Only a few more minutes remained before she could escape this nasty hell.
"Miss?"
A hand tapped her shoulder. She looked up to see another Faery; his eyes slightly
slanted and closed much like the Asians of Earth. His form fitting gray uniform showed
off broad shoulders and narrow hips.
She licked her lips. "Yes?"
"May I help you?" He spoke politely, keeping an even tone while his gaze
roamed over her body.
Patting herself off, Siddella stood.
She remembered the gunfire outside. She had limited time before whoever shot at her
came into the hotel. Think, damnit! "I'm here waiting for a friend."
He smiled kindly. "Can I get you a coat? You hardly look dressed for this
weather."
That smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
His accent was definitely that of a Halfling. Words were pronounced in a low tone and
drawn out. "You look like you're not even from these lands."
She ran a hand through her blonde hair. "Because I have dual colored
irises?"
"Because you're shivering and dressed highly inappropriately for the Unseelie
City-State."
She snorted. The eyes of the Fae often gave away what area they were from. In
Siddella's case, she had no idea which part of the lands once called a Kingdom she
was from and had yet to see anyone else with eyes like hers. The average faery had adapted
to the weather conditions here in the Unseelie, wearing layers of heavy clothing to
protect against the frigidness and snow. Yet, Siddella hadn't worn much in her life,
ever. She suspected her Unseelie heritage was to blame for her sexuality. "Yeah.
Well, it's laundry day?"
He chuckled. "Fair enough I suppose. At least let me get you a house robe
then."
It wasn't like the fae didn't encourage nudity in many places but this hotel
swarmed with businessmen and women who most likely weren't here for the freak show or
the club scene. She nodded. "Is there a washroom I can use?"
He pointed down one hall towards a row of elevators. "Yes. Come with me and
we'll get you that robe."
She straightened and looked around. The fae standing before her stood several inches
taller than she. He extended a hand to her.
Seeing a chance to use what little glamour she could on him, she blinked and focused
her energy on changing her appearance. White hair spiked and became a blood red. Her dual
colored eyes became tri colored, silver with white and red flecks. She stood an inch
taller with darker skin.
Her clothes she couldn't change so much.
She swore.
Not enough magick.
Taking the offered hand, she wondered if she could drain this faery for a little
boost.
Concentrating hard, she pushed a little more magick into the other faery's body
and felt the line of power coursing through him at a slow pace. Calling his power into her
required very little effort.
The magick he did hold onto slowly seeped into her body.
His eyes widened at the realization of what she was doing.
She'd have to think fast or he'd pull back and report her.
Draining others was a crime in these lands.
Siddella let a slow smile curve her lips upwards while eyelashes batted seductively at
him.
The fae's eyes twinkled with lust.
She whispered. "I can make this worth your while. I just need a little."
He nodded.
"Get me that robe. Lead me to the bathroom."
His pants showed the outline of an erection.
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