Part 1: Oberon
As Azaron plowed away at Mab from behind, pounding at her shapely round bottom, he thought back on the events of the day and what had led him to be balls deep in the moaning fay princess.
Azaron was a mortal mage from the world of Magna. He had learned magic and gained access to powerful artifacts that he used to attempt world domination. He failed, and as punishment was banished.
Azaron’s body lay limp in whatever new world he was sent to. When he awoke, he found himself under a warm blue sky, laying in a bed of tall grass. He shut his eyes as the light burned them, then sat up, attempting to adjust to his new environment. As his dark eyes stopped burning he looked around. Aside from small clouds and a light breeze, nothing stood between the bright rays of the sun and soft brush of the grass.
As he scanned the wide expanse of rolling hills around him, his eyes caught sight of a beautiful slender woman sitting atop a hill not so far from him. Her light skin was without blemish and reflected the sun so that her cheeks shone brightly. Her crystal blue eyes glittered with sunlight and joy, and her braided auburn hair hung over either shoulder, sitting just in front of her pointed ears and flowing out from under her gold tiara. Azaron was immediately entranced by her beauty, and stared dumbfounded at the sight before him.
Mab giggled at the sight of the disoriented stranger. “You can come say hi if you’d like. I don’t bite,” she teased, her voice soft and pure as white linen and sweet like honey.
Azaron rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Well that’s good, I thought for sure you wanted to eat me.” His voice was strong but calm, as he portrayed dignity in spite of his confused situation.
As he stood, Mab drank in the sight of him. Azaron was tall, in dark robes that were dirty and singed. His short, jet black hair sat unkempt on his brow, laden with sweat. He had olive skin and deep purple eyes that leered curiously from under thick eyebrows, while his face was a bit bruised and stubble cropped up all over his lower face and neck. Mab was taken in by this dark figure; he was clearly a stranger and Mab wanted to understand this outsider… and perhaps know him more intimately.
“I am Princess Mab of Avalon” the magical woman declared as she elegantly strode towards the stranger, her white dress dancing over the grass, which seemed to part and make way for her.
“I am the mage Azaron. Pleasure to meet you, Princess.” He declared his identity with uninhibited pride, but softened his gaze as it locked with her own. Azaron wasn’t familiar with her name, or her kingdom, but given her friendly gestures towards him it was a good bet she didn’t know him either, and a naïve princess was just his type.
Azaron bowed before the royalty, as was custom where he was from. His long form bent at the knees and back to ensure he prostrated himself below her height. Mab indulged his show of fealty, and curtsied in return.
“A mage you say? Did one of your experiments go awry?” she half teased, gesturing to his damaged robes with an easy sway of her gloved hand.
Azaron looked down at himself as he stood upright, then scoffed. “I was in a battle to defend my home from thieves and foolhardy adventurers. Unfortunately they used a relic of mine against me and banished me here.” He grimaced at the thought of the battle he had recently lost, losing focus on the present for a moment.
“I see. My mother has several mages at our court, perhaps one of them could assist you in returning to… wherever you are from.” She offered politely, a small smile of her thin pink lips showing only kindness.
Azaron thought for a moment. This could certainly be a trap, and yet the soft, kind face of the woman before him lulled into making a foolish decision. He accepted the potential consequences of this move and agreed to accompany the princess to her home. “Your assistance would be greatly appreciated, Princess.” Azaron smiled warmly, his expression in contrast with his rough features.
Mab saw no consequences. She was in her home and nothing would harm her. She put her hand out to him, as if expecting something. Azaron was confused and looked to her eyes for direction. She giggled, and looked to his hand. He raised his bushy eyebrow in confusion, but gave his hand over to the princess. She smiled at him, but this was no nicety; this was a smile of genuine joy, as if he had given her some great present. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.
She led him along through the dancing grass, striding towards Mab’s home beyond the rolling hills. As they walked they talked of their homes and their lives: Mab is a fay princess of the Seelie Court. She rules over the elves, gnomes, fairies, sprites, and others with her mother, Titania. Azaron is a human mage who seeks to harness the power of the veil to learn secrets hidden from other mortals.
“You can harness the power of the veil?” bayan escort beşiktaş Mab said in shock, stopping dead in her tracks to turn to him. Her eyes now pierced his own with intent.
Azaron was now suspicious, but she had yet to give him any reason for doubt. “…Yes.” he quietly assured her. She grabbed his shoulders tightly, startling him: “we must get to the castle at once.” Her declaration was followed by a swift gust of wind that called up beautiful red flowers out of nowhere that swirled around the two, dissipating as quickly as they had come. Azaron now gazed around at a gorgeous hall of marble and gold that stood no less than 80 feet above their heads. Paintings of Mab and her mother hung over mirrors, tables, and vases of the most exquisite plants. As Azaron was lost in the sight of such splendor, Mab called out frantically to her mother.
“Mother! Mother come quick!” she bellowed down the halls. Her yells got Azaron’s attention, and he put a hand on her shoulder.
“Now wait just a minute… He growled, sparking a bit of fear and confusion in Mab “…you were going to make us walk the whole way here?” he asked with pointed frustration, which only made the poor Princess more confused.
“That’s what your concern is right now?” she questioned indignantly. Before they could get into it, Marianna, the queen’s assistant, entered the hall.
“Mab! Your mother is at a meeting with the elven lords, what could you possibly need at this moment?” she demanded in a tone straddling the line between a yell and a whisper as she darted towards the pair. Marianna stood nearly a full foot below Azaron but wielded a large golden staff with a blue gem that gleamed in his eye. She too had pointed ears and blue eyes similar to Mab’s, but her eyes were dark with frustration and her golden hair flowed freely across the pink robes that adorned her pert body. While her size may not have intimidated him, her tone and strong movement convinced him to step aside.
“This man can harness the veil!” Mab proudly proclaimed as if she had discovered a new land.
“That’s lovely, but it can wait until after her meeting. You should relax in your quarters until she is finished, then I will send her to you.” The blonde majordomo insisted, pushing Mab along. Mab grumbled, but relented, then stormed off. Azaron stood in confusion for a second, but after one look at the fuming chamberlain, he decided to stick with the evil he knew and followed Mab with haste.
Mab stormed off across the halls and stairs, complaining the whole way of her mother never prioritizing her needs, despite her efforts. Azaron had half a mind to tune her out, but listened in, figuring if he was to be here, he should know what was going on. Mab glided past servants and statues on her quest to her bedchamber, while Azaron darted clumsily after her. Throwing open the door to her room, she threw herself dramatically on her bed with an exasperated wail, which would’ve made Azaron laugh if wasn’t out of breath from chasing her through the winding and slippery corridors. He shut the door behind them and gazed around the room until his eyes met rays of sun beaming in from over her balcony. Azaron was immediately entranced and walked to it as if sleep walking to some great dream. Azaron stood on the balcony, a woven chair flanking each side, as he gazed down upon Avalon. The city sat on a lake, and every building was a glowing white stone. Canals made up streets in a whole section of the city, and cheery people of the many races Mab had told him of strolled through the streets with joy painted on each face. Music flowed dreamily from below before caressing Azaron’s ears with its beautiful sound. The sight nearly brought a tear to his eye. Azaron loved balconies; he loved looking down on the world and feeling as if he were its lord, and to be lord of such a beautiful realm would be a dream beyond what he had ever imagined.
As the visions of power inflamed his imagination, he thought of how he would come to possess this garden of Eden, which caused him to turn around and face the incensed princess who lay, face in her pillow, still griping about how no one would listen to her pleas.
“I’m listening.” Azaron assured her. His calm voice lowered to a soothing tone as he slowly and intently made his way back to the grieving royal. “I hear you, Princess. You seek only what is best for this place, and yet no one takes you seriously because you are seen as not but a girl,” he purred, sitting on the foot of the bed. Mab looked up from her pillow as her ears tingled at the sound of his pity.
“It is more than that,” she continued to whine, “My mother is always in some meeting or event, and I’m either excluded, or kept to the sidelines. She never lets me do anything! These are my people too!” she bellowed, as if a limb were broken.
Azaron pet her shoulder softly with the back of his hand “I hear you, Princess. Tell me all about it,” he smiled, eskort istanbul encouraging her to continue. Without a second though she laid the back of her head in his lap and began pouring out every perceived slight her mother had inflicted on her. Azaron was not prepared for this verbal assault but presented calm and sympathy as he played with her hair. The princess vented her frustration for what felt like ages before completing her final story, then she looked up at Azaron, and warmth engulfed her body. He had listened to her. This strange man whom she knew so little of had sat by her side and felt her pain. As she smiled at him, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the warmth of her stare as she projected her comfort and appreciation onto him. Azaron was stunned for a moment, ensnared by feelings that had not held him before as he gazed into the bright icy orbs looking up at him as if he had saved her life.
As the door swung violently open, Mab nearly sprang to her feet. From the hall marched Titania, queen of the Seelie Court. The gold bands around her neck, wrists, and hips held a flowing white cloth that draped around her ridged form. Despite her height falling short of the pair, her dark eyes gazed down at the two as her immaculately done hair sprang up like a fountain from behind her bejeweled crown. Her slight pout and stone features displayed iron will and disinterest in her current situation.
“You say he can harness the veil?” the queen pried. Mab nodded
“He is an experienced mage, his power is derived from the veil. He may come from the other side of it.” Mab stated coldly, more than upset at her mother’s timing.
“The other side?” Azaron questioned, unsure of what exactly was going on.
“There are realms on both sides of the veil. The people on your side are mundane and have trouble accessing magic. Here it is quite common. Because of this, your people rarely, if ever, penetrate the veil.” The queen flatly explained.
“And your people go back and forth freely?” the mage questioned, rising from the bed.
“Not exactly, but we have an easier time than your people. Your stories of elves and demons come from people on our side entering your own. Your ability to access the veil has brought you here, a rare occurrence,indeed. You must have great skill.” The queen looked him up and down, studying the foreigner intently.
“Well, if you need anything from me, I am at your service.” Azaron offered as he forced a smile.
“When I decide what to do with you I’ll let you know.” The queen declared, turning her back and strutting out of the room.
“What a delightful host,” Azaron scoffed, turning to Mab. “She’s really everything you said,” he chuckled, eliciting a smile from the princess, who shook her head.
“She’s my mother, that’s for sure,” she admitted with a heavy sigh. Mab then looked to Azaron and once again locked onto his eyes. “We need to get you new clothes.” She teased, before sauntering into the hall. Azaron, intrigued, followed.
Mab lead Azaron to a sauna. The small warm room had light blue walls lined with a bench and a rack of towels, and hot tub that filled the room with steam. Azaron wiped his brow as he stood in his thick robes and thought of how the steam from the pool certainly couldn’t bring such heat to an entire room. As he pondered this, he felt the weight of his moistened clothes on his shoulders. He went to speak to Mab but was taken aback as she now stood completely naked, her dress at her feet. She faced the tub,, slowly walking in and giving him a good view of her shapely bottom as the perfectly round globes bounced into the water before disappearing beneath the steaming surface. She giggled as she glided in and turned to face him, only her head above the surface.
“Are you going to join me?” she teased with a playful smirk.
Azaron chuckled and rolled his eyes as Mab rested her head against the stone edge of the pool, watching intently. Azaron disrobed and stood before Mab. He was lean, yet muscular, and while he was a bit bruised Mab couldn’t help but admire him. In hanging from the patch of dark curls between his thighs hung his semi-erect penis, looking back at her with insatiable lust barely contained by Azaron’s will. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his control as he stepped into the tub to join his admirer. Mab had never seen a man naked before, at nearly three hundred years old all her experiences had been with other women, usually the daughters of elven noblemen, and the sight of Azaron’s form made her stomach burn.
The two stared at each other from across the tub in silence for a bit, unsure of how to break the tension.
“What do you think your mother will have me do?” Azaron finally questioned, leaning back against the edge of the pool, acting as casual as possible. Mab blinked for a moment and recovered.
“I assume she may make you a mage in the court, have you try some rituals…” she shrugged escort fındıkzade “She will most likely try and use you to gain an advantage over the Unseelie Court.
“Unseelie? What a creative name,” he chuckled, scratching his neck.
“Indeed,” Mab laughed with him awkwardly. “They rule the other half of Avalon; we’ve been in competition with them forever. Having someone as powerful as you could tip the scales in our favor,” she explained, stepping coyly through the water, keeping only her head above.
“Interesting, hopefully she’ll find me useful. I look forward to a long stay here,” Azaron mused, his eyes fixated on Mab. The princess stopped mere inches from her target, and another long silence ensued.
“Will you help me remove my tiara?” Mab asked as she tried to steady her breath and voice.
“Of course, Princess,” he replied, removing the tiara and placing it gently on the side of the tub, his eyes only leaving her for a moment. Mab began undoing her braids, careful to keep her chest below the water, and watching him intently to ensure his eyes remained on her. And they did.
“So, how will I get new clothes?” He finally asked, half teasing. A sly smile spread across Mab’s face.
“I’ll take care of that in due time. I think a towel will suffice in the meantime?” she asked, rather cheekily, batting her eyelashes for good measure. Azaron stared deep into her eyes for what felt like ages as he held back thoughts of taking the young girl before him right here and now.
“I guess I’ll live.” He flatly relented as tension ate away at his soul and his loins. Mab smiled back at him, then descended below the steamy surface for a moment, only to rise out of the water, finally presenting her full bust to his view. Mab’s breasts were not particularly large, but they fit her form well and sat pert on her chest. Azaron watched them bounce to life out of the waves as Mab arose from the pool. She wiped her eyes and opened them to find Azaron also descending beneath the surface. She giggled and leapt to get a towel as he reemerged. Azaron looked over to see Mab getting a towel from the rack, and decided to follow, scooping up her tiara on the way. Mab turned to him with a playful smile as she wrapped herself tightly, giggling as Azaron placed the tiara back on her head and half bowed in mock reverence. She watched him wrap himself with such hunger. She simply needed to know him, to embrace him, to feel him.
“Let us return to my bedchamber,” she finally declared. Azaron and Mab locked eyes yet again, and Mab’s cheeks began to glow as they flushed with blood, but she kept her composure, even as Azaron stared her down. He simply nodded, and took her hand. She nearly lost her breath at his touch.
They walked down the hall as casually as possible, barely containing their enthusiasm. As they approached the door to her room, Marianna stormed down the hall towards them, driving their hearts into the stomachs.
“Your mother needs to speak with this mage. I am to make sure he is dressed appropriately for the occasion,” she declared sternly.
Mab was infuriated. “I can make sure he is–“
“The queen has placed the duty on me, and I shall ensure it is carried out.” Marianna grabbed Azaron’s arm and dragged him off. He smiled at Mab and blew her a kiss as he was spirited away by Marianna. Mab’s eyes widened and her heart sank.
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Azaron stood in his silver robes before the queen, who drilled him for what must have been hours about his past work as a mage and what he had done to access the veil. Azaron answered her as plainly as possible without incriminating himself, yet was often interrupted by the haughty queen, who only seemed half interested in this meeting. Azaron looked forward to supplanting her. After the interrogation, she had him kneel and pledge himself to her as queen, and the Seelie Court. Azaron did so, and a handful of attendants entered the throne room, presenting Azaron with a staff, a ring of pedigree, and branded the back of his left hand with the solar symbol of the Seelie Court. The queen then said she would provide him a laboratory, a room in the same wing as Marianna and the other court mages,of which there were three, and that he would be taught by the other mages how to harness the veil more fully.
After this ceremony, Marianna took him to a library where he was able to access the royal tomes on magic and the veil. Azaron was awestruck by the volumes they had, and immediately began studying. The other court mages accompanied him, and he soon realized they would be spending most of their time tutoring him. This was a great deal. Azaron would soon gain immense power beyond what he could find back home, but a small corner of his heart sank deep into sadness and wondered when he would see Mab again.
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Mab had searched for hours to find Azaron, scouring wing after wing of the palace until Marianna found her and told her he was busy studying and preparing for his duties at court. Mab was incensed by this and flew into a rage.
“I brought him here, I should at least know where he is!” she protested, her voice booming down the hall, drawing the attention of several servants.
“Mab, lower your voice! I will not deal with such childish behavior!” Marianna hissed.