Maeve commanded Aurora, the Lady of Summer and through her, her handmaidens and all lesser Fae of the Seelie Court. To her own Wintery handmaidens, she issued a short order, though the words themselves dripped with the twisted sensuality of what was to come. "Lay them upon the Table," she said. "Sacrifice them to Winter." The Winter maidens moved quickly to seize the Fae of Summer who, owing to their convoluted allegiance, did not resist as they were dragged and bound upon the slab. Some of them held one another's hands for comfort while others simply wept, and Maeve righted Aurora and began to play with her sex from behind as the scene unfolded. "And you, my little pet, watch and gush as they convert to my icy realm."
Long bladed athame daggers slid from silken sheathes and garters, plunging into the hearts of the five Summer maidens. Each cried out in anguish as not only their lived, but their very essences were stripped from them by the blades and the Table. They died quickly, without struggle, and as their bodies went still they began to chill and turn a light shade of blue. Winter claimed them, and as Winter maidens they awoke from their brief sojourn in oblivion. Their first act was to turn to their murderesses and embrace them, still bloody from their recent wounds. Vital fluid and creamy arousal passed between them in great quantity, and other fluids entered the fray as the maidens explored their newly taboo sexuality.
"Is this not better?" Maeve asked. "Can you not feel the rush of taking life instead of always creating it?"
