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The Iced One (Silver 117 & A Gilt Clochard)

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A Gilt Clochard

Super-Earth
Joined
May 24, 2010
The fae court was in celebration. It was the changing of the seasons: the vernal equinox, when the change from Winter to Summer would begin. Tonight, both season's courts were in equal strength, and they were able to relax in their revelries without fear that the stronger would overtake the weaker, as could happen at solstice celebrations.

The Winter Queen, Larenne, was dressed in an elegant gown of frost blues and whites. Icicles hung from her hair, swept up so her dark curls fell in tumbles intermingled with shoots of ice crystals. Her pale skin was fine, and shone like a frosted sunrise as she watched the festivities.

That isn't to say she was smiling, nay. She was just as cold-hearted as could be expected from her kind and rank. She was beautiful and aloof, cool and confident. Her low-cut bodice invited some glances, but were returned with icy glares.

Yes, Larenne enjoyed the celebration, but was separate from its revelries, as a ruler should be... as she thought she should be.

She surrounded herself with pixie handmaidens, and oak-men bodyguards, seeming to distance herself from any of the other court except those of rank. She would speak to others if they were presented to her, but otherwise she held herself distant and distinct from them.
 
Inside the summer place, all the knights were getting excited about the vernal equinox. They were thrilled that they will soon be stronger than the winter faries. No longer would they retreat from them. It was definately their time.

The summer king, Alexander, was relaxing in his throne room. He had his royal suit on and a crown that looked like half of the sun's rays. The only thing equal to his firey attitude, was his brigh red hair S soon got up from his throne. and goes to his knights.

"Gentlemen, our time is at hand. The time in which we take controll of the seasons. You all know the plan: we shall remain peaceful and humble untill midnight. When that happens our strength will come back and we can take over. Do as you wish to the others, but leave the queen to me," he tells them. He was never going to forget how she humiliated him and was hungery for vengence.

The gave the king a salute and a simple "Yes Sir!" They soon began their march to the winter kingdom to join in the celebration.
 
"The Summer King, Alexander, arrives," a courtesan whispered in her ear. Larenne seemingly ignored the comment, not reacting in the least to her words. But inside, thoughts began to fly. She kept her emotions reigned in, lest the others around her sense them. She was feeling several things at once: fear, intimidation, and yes, even a little respect. He and his armies were formidable, especially when the balances tipped in Summer's favor.

She knew that Summer's impetuous nature would mean bad things for the Winter court, once midnight came. It was an age-old tradition, but things were a little different this time. And she was afraid. Afraid for her people, and afraid for herself.

She remained on her throne, and refused to acknowledge him or his court's presence until they had been officially introduced into the celebration, and the King had come before her throne. It was all traditional rites, but it meant a great deal to her and her court.
 
"Gentlemen..." the king soon spoke as one of her mainds introduced them. They all bowed to Queen Larenne and smiled a humbeled smile. With a simle wave of his hand, his kinghts disperse and danced with some of the Queens ladies.

Alexander gets up and sits next to the Winter Queen. He was calm and collective for someone used to flames. "Such a beautiful day, no?" he asked trying to start a light conversation with her. He looks at her with a plesant smile, all the while on the inside, he was waiting for midnight which was an hour away.
 
"It could stand to be cooler, in my opinion," she said, sliding delicately to the opposite side of her throne before glancing at him sidelong, "But you know this."

His presence was like waiting for a bomb to explode: all tension and nerves. But she held her facade like the queen she was, exposing none of her nervousness.
 
He sees her moving away from him. Alexander tried his best not to laugh out loud. He could sense the fear in her whlile maintaning her royal facade. He herd some of his kings snickering as they couldn't await to do more than just dance with their partner. He gave a loud cough to inform them not to jump the gun and wait for the right time.

He focus back on the Queen and moves closer to her. "No need to be cold-harted Larenne. We re here to just relax and have a good time with the ladies of your court. If you were to come out of your icey shell for one, then you'll see that we're actually nice guys," he tells her before holding her hand. "Now, how about a dance? I promise to be cool for you."
 
"The icy shell leads to an icy core-- I am what I appear to be," she locked eyes with him defiantly, "Winter.

"I will, however, deign to dance with you. It is a celebration, after all, isn't it?" she held out her hand for him to take, holding back a little of the frost from her fingertips. It wouldn't do to give the Summer King frostbite. Larenne observed the traditions of court to the letter, if not the spirit.
 
Alexander smiled when she agreed to danced with him. He nearly had frost bite but he warmed himself up. The knighs and ladies cleared the area and formed a ciricle around them. A waltz began to play and they began to dance. "You see, nothing to worry about Larenne," he told her. This was, however just a stall tatic for him and his knights. As the minutes goe by, he fells his power increasing. There was just 2 minutes left. before midnight. Then and there would the real party begin for them.
 
"I never said there was," she replied primly, following his lead perfectly. His hands felt warmer than necessary, but she said nothing out of politesse.

She noticed he seemed a little distracted, but again, said nothing. She didn't feel it was any of her business what concerns he had about his court, and frankly, she wouldn't care if he did tell her. So she continued to dance as the minutes ticked by. Finally, the great clock over the dance floor began to toll midnight. As per tradition, Larenne, stopped dancing and applauded, bowing only her head to him, though the rest of the winter court would be in full bow and curtsy as the equinox marked the change of seasonal power.
 
Midnight came and Alexander had a big smile on his face. He bows back to her as to the tridition. "I thank you for the dance Queen Lareene. Now let me show you my grattitude. Knights, if you will," he said out loud. With a snap of his finger, the knights began to capture and kiss their dance partners. They also attack the guards so no one could help them. The summer king soon held on to the queens wrist. "We're in controll now," he said with a sinster grin on his face.
 
Larenne started, shocked at their attack-- she didn't have time to defend any of her court, so fast were the Summer knights. She gasped and cried out to her people, who were all but helpless in the arms of the knights.

The opposing courts had always been at odds, but an attack of this kind on the very day of the celebration... it was unheard of.

Larenne's shocked eyes fell to her wrist where Alexander held her. She was seething under the surface, and though her face was impassive, her eyes seemed to whirl like a hundred blizzards' fury, she asked coldly, "What is the meaning of this?!" She let the frost of her skin rise, freezing against his heat. The balance had tipped, and she knew that she was not as strong as he, but if she could only get him to let go for a moment...
 
Alexanders plan worked like a charm. Her guards were knocked out and sent to her dungeon. Her court ladies were screaming out to be let go; only to just be silented by the knights heated kiss. The best part of all this was that it was all happening in her winter castle. The only thing leaft for him is to make Queen Larenne his.

He felt the frost forming around this hand. He chuckled at her attempt to be free, though he knew it would be in vain now that he got his full powers back. "No, no, no..." he teased and laugh. His whole body began to glow bright like the sun. It shined all around the area. As the frost disappeared, he wraps Larennes body against his; making her feel his hot body.
 
Through gritted teeth, Larenne cried out in pain. The heat was too much for her, so accustomed to freezing temperatures was she. She tried to push him off, but the heat, and his physical and magical powers were greater than hers, and she could do nothing against him. She began to sag in his arms, wearing herself out with her fight. She shook her head angrily, pounding her fist against his chest ineffectually.
 
He begins to laugh seeing her struggle against his sun like powers. Her attempts to strike at his chest felt like melting snowballs. He shook his head seeing this go in vain. "Behave, Larenne!" he roared out at her. He soon gives her a firey slap across her face, causing her to go to the ground. Her ladies began to cry for her as they saw this while the knights cheered him on. He grabs her icey blue hair and looks at her. "Like I said: we're taking over," he whispers and gives her a focreful kiss on her lips.
 
Larenne cried out in pain as she was knocked to the floor, the ferocity of his slap burning her. She pushed her torso off the floor, glaring at him with cold hatred. She reached back and dug her nails into his hand as he grabbed her by her hair. Before she could protest, his lips like summer wine were against hers. The kiss of the summer court was intoxicating, bringing out one's impulsive, passionate nature, so different from her staid and aloof winter court.

So when he kissed her, she had to fight to maintain herself, to not give in to him. But her eyes rolled back a little as she lost focus in his kiss.
 
He felt her struggling to pull back, but his kiss was too much for her. Alexander knew that she was his as it came to a hault. All his knights cheered and kissed their caputred ladies. Most of them eaisly gave in to them while others cried for mercy. He slowly pulled my lips back from her and sees that she drowned in his passionate kiss. "I'm guessing you loved it?" he whispers to her not letting go of her cold body.
 
Larenne shook her head, the motion that of a drunkard. It was both protest and an effort to clear her head. She was beginning to feel overcome by Summer's emotions, something she would never have indulged in. She knew she was supposed to be angry about... about something, wasn't she? She pushed weakly against Alexander, her summer-drunk movement a last protest when she couldn't verbalize what she meant.
 
He laughs louder as he sees how drunk she was from his kiss. He decides to hold you tighter. "I believe it's time for the real party to begin men," he tells them. They cheered and begin to rip off the ladies clothes causing them to scream. Of course, being a summer king he had his own way to do the. He let his body get warmer and her icy dress begins to melt off her.
 
Larenne blinked at him as he began to melt away her coverings. She shook her head and looked down, gasping. She tried to reinforce the dress, lacing ice crystals over herself, but they were quickly melted away under Summer's heat, revealing skin as soft as snowfall and just as pale. She pulled her arms over herself, "Don't..."

She was suddenly acutely aware of the other knights' proximity to her nakedness, as well as the King's. Alexander's heat was unbearable on her skin.
 
Alexander quit glowing alot, but still heated his body. They all saw her naked body, and the knights began to get excited. So excited that they began to force the Queens ladies into pleasuring them. "Have I ever told you how hot your cold body is?" he teased. His hands soon reached Larenne's breasts and he begins to massage them.
 
Larenne shook her head, angry but wanting to cry, as he grasped her tender flesh in his warm hands. His skin against her flesh intoxicated her, and her breath hitched in her throat as she uttered, "S-stop... You can't..."

Her hands gripped his wrists loosely, as if to pry him off, but they rested there as she was unable to raise the strength or impetus to push at him again.
 
The Summer King knew that he won as he notices that she was giving up. He continued to play with them. "Look, she's enjoying it!" one of his knights said pointing at Larenne. They laugh and joked at her. "I bet you've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you? You wanted someone to help your body feel the heat. Well, good news, I'll give you my heat...my passionate heat," he whispers to her as his hands begins to rub all over her body.
 
"Am... am not..." she said icily as she tried to focus on him, but unable to properly glare at him. She tried to produce more ice to keep him away, but only the barest frost formed on her fingertips. She shook her head loosely, angry but unable to fight him.

Her head rolled back as his hands slid across her body, leaving trails of sunlight across her snowy skin. It was painful to her nature, but there was something else beginning to form, too, and she hated him for it: pleasure. She felt as if her core were melting, making it difficult to breathe. Her sex grew damp under his touch, just as she grew angrier for it.
 
Alexander and hos knights just laugh at her resisting. They were enjoying this too much. Some of them continued to kiis and touch her ldies. while outhers began raping them. "No need to lie. I bet you've been wanting this to happen." he whispers and kiss her cheek. One of his hand traveled all they way down to her pussy. He take two of his fingers and sticks them in her. He let his fingers warm up and begins to move them. "Now, are you warming up to me?" he teased.
 
She shook her head, forcing out a weak, "Not-- lying." She pulled her face away from his kiss, not wanting his over-intoxicating lips on her. She was already losing herself to him, and she didn't want to lose completely. As his fingers slid into her pussy, her back arched suddenly and a soft, Ah!! escaped her. She pressed her knees together, wishing she had done so to start with, though it didn't do anything to stop him. The instant heat to her center made her shudder and gasp in a mix of pleasure and pain. The heat there was so foreign to her-- sex between winter fae produced cold so intense that it burned. But this was true heat, and she hoped it wouldn't ruin her.
 
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