Friday, April 20, 2012

GUEST POST: Anna Mayle & Faerie Magic

So, I'm sure one day I'll find the time to get my own posts up here, but until then, enjoy this guest post by Anna Mayle, author of the Stolen Child series, tales about faeries and humans with a unique flavor.

Today she's here to tell us about Faerie Magic and share an excerpt from the latest book in the series. Sit back, learn a bit about magic, and then maybe go buy the book. Rather, definitely go by the book. You won't regret it.

Ya'll have fun, and thank you, Anna, for dropping in! <3

Faerie Magic
Faerie magics are as varied and individual as the Fae themselves. Some hold most of their magic inside of them. These are fast and strong, with jaws more powerful than steel and teeth or claws sharper than diamond. They can shed their skins to change shape. They can use their voices to bring death or delight. They can exist in places nothing living should be able to go. Other Fae hold more magic around them. These Faeries cast spells into the world or weave them upon mortals. They can create things, gold from straw and the like. They can change people’s perception, weave worlds within worlds. They create circles where time slows and where the whim of the Fae is command. These are only a very base few legends.

This is what makes writing about them so fun, the sky is not the limit. There is no limit. If you can dream it, there is a Fae, somewhere, who has probably done it. For better or worse

All of this magic isn’t always so grand for the Fae though. There are legends wherein the very existence of the Fae upon this plane hinges on magic spun around human belief in the unseen.  In those legends for one reason or another, the magic tied these beings of pure power and otherness, to our limited selves, and they couldn’t undo it. Even in stories where they are free from such bonds, there is more to worry about. Though some have complete control , other Fae exist in wild magic, chaos. Those magics are controlled not by spell or will, but merely a thought. Some magics control the Fae just as much as the Fae controls them. And some of the Fae who do control their magic are more chaotic than the magic could ever be on its own. All of that power can be worrisome to the Fae as it is to us.

It definitely causes Leinad and Daniel both no end of trouble…

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?


"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.


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

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