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A changeling's homecoming (Krystal x Omako)

Krystal giggled a little to herself. He was so adorable. "I'm glad you like them. Stay as long as you want." She said softly, drinking more of her tea. She fouled it adorable how excited he looked, like a little kid. There were many things she wanted to do, but she should start at the beginning. She hoped telling him this wouldn't scare him away. He seemed to like faerie lore, and he loved her, so he'd believe her, right? She smiled at him, shuffling her feet a little bit nervously. " Before any other fun, I want to explain something to you. What I'm about to tell you may not seem possible, but it is the whole truth. I can't lie but please, don't think bad of me." She said softly, breathing in slowly. She hoped that he wouldn't think she was crazy for telling him this, because it was the truth. She was the dark court fae queen. Krystal took in another breath. "Marcus, do you remember how I asked you if you believe in faeries? Well, that's because I am one. The dark queen that I said would likely grant your wish? That's me." She said softly, smiling sheepishly though her glacial blue eyes looking sad. She hope that he would understand why she hadn't revealed herself sooner, and that she still wanted him to stay. She loved him so completely, him leaving would crush her.
 
Marcus did pause a little when she explained she was not just fae, but a fae queen to boot. Still, looking at her nervous smile after she'd confessed, something in him made him want to believe her. She looked to him like she'd just laid out something she wouldn't say lightly. And it made sense of some other things, like the wings he saw or the odd teleportation into bed the night before. He looked across into her eyes and replied. "You know, if anyone else had told me that, or it had been any earlier, I might've been skeptical, but coming from you, Krystal, I think I do believe you. I did wonder about some stuff last night, and this explains it all." he smiled, rather casual and giddy about meeting an actual Fae. Then he remembered what he said last night. "So, does that mean you could grant my wish? That someday I might be able to meet my Mother? I mean, last night was nice with you, but I wonder what she's like a bit."
 
Krystal smiled a little "yes, I think I can arrange that. But not just yet. I want you to myself for a little while." She said, smirking at him. In her mind though, she was freaking out. What was she gonna do? She was his mother, how was he going to take that, how was she even going to explain that? She hoped he wouldn't hate him for withholding this big imformation from him. She loved him so deeply, even more than she had his father, so, loosing him would be devastating. She sighed in relief that he didn't think she was crazy, or that he wanted to leave, getting up and giving him a kiss on the lips. "You, my little prince, are amazing. I love you." She whispered softly, smiling at him. Now, she had some work to do. The annual fae and vampire newborn ball was to be at her castle this year, so she had to prepare. She smiled at him. "Well, I do have to finish up the planning for the fae and vampire ball being held her next week. Will you come with me?" She asked innocently, cuddling into him.
 
Looking at her smirk, Marcus returned the latest of the kisses she showered on him. "So, my lovely queen is preparing a ball, and is asking me to accompany her? Gee, I'll have to check if I can fit it in." He said jokingly, holding her against him as they cuddled on the chair. He still found his good fortune astounding, more disbelief that such a beautiful woman loved him than the fact that she was a magical Fae. "I'd love to join you Krystal. I just hope I can measure up to the formal high-noble types that'll be here." He gave another kiss as their faces rested close enough to rub noses.
 
Krystal chuckled at him, kissing his nose playfully. "Of course. It will be Saturday, next. Think you'll be free?" She asked, both joking and serious. She cuddled closely to him, floating her tea over to her and sipping it before sending it back to her side of the table. "You won't have to worry to much about the nobles. The closest you'll probably get to one is my cousin Irial and a few of my oldest friends. Most of the noble keep to their groups, particularly the vampires. They're very clique-y, as it were." She explained, kissing him back before she grinned, glad to not have to be alone for the millionth time.
 
"Well then, I'll be glad to join you, milady." He gave her a little peck on the nose and lightly nudged her from his lap. "We should get to business preparing everything."

He spend the next few days with Krystal at the castle abode, helping with prep, playing around with her, and of course, making love. He felt closer to her than he had anyone in his life. A few days later, it was time for the ball, as he stood before a mirror in one of the wardrobes, fitting and adjusting his suit to look proper for Krystal and the company.
 
Time went by fast for Krystal with Marcus. Before she knew it, she was slipping on her dark blue galaxy printed cocktail dress and silver heels for the ball. "This has been wonderful. I'm excited for tonight. I worked so hard!" She exclaimed, not even the slightest clue of how much a disaster to night would be.

Vincent Dracul... how would one describe him? He was son of the would be president, and also of the former president. The man was all over the place, always in the spotlight. What the people didn't know though was that he was a vampire. Not just any vampire though, vampire royalty. He was born in the year 1589, to his mother, Mina Dracul and his father, Vladamir Dracul, being the older twin. He and his twin brother were always causing trouble, but Vincent more so, with his love of blood and drugs. While normally it would not affect a vampire, he was not into anything made in the human world.

No, his drug of choice was the blood of fae royalty, and one in particular. Krystal Kobayashi, who was the queen of the dark court. She was a very mellow girl, having clicked with Vincent since the moment she met him. They had been friends for centuries, but it had only been just recently that the pretty fae had realized his true feelings. He shouldn't get her hopes up about her though, seeing as she had a lover again. Even when she had been with Vincent's twin, Douglas, she could never seem to make him see. "Vincent, Why don't you see I don't see you like that anymore!?" She'd write in her diary endlessly, hoping the sweet prince would finally get the message. She had thought he'd gotten the message, having had a date to the last 21 years of balls, but she was wrong. She wouldn't know how wrong, however, until the night of the annual newborn ball. The night where the long standing blood ties between fae and vampires were almost broken.

Yes, the newborn ball. A ceremony and dance held every year to induct the new vampires and fae into their chosen coven or court. It had long been a tradition between the two races, but this year would change everything, becoming a bloodbath by accident. Newborns are very strong, and very thirsty, so they are generally fed as much as they can drink before the ceremony. This year was no different until one of the fae dignitaries cut himself on a knife. After that it became an all out bloodbath, and Krystal, Marcus and Vincent got separated. Unfortunately for the pretty fae queen though, she got a bloody nose. She was quick and alluded most of the newborns, until she was cornered in the library. "Vincent!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, not really registering what she'd screamed, never having screamed that loud in her very long life. In a flash he was there, standing in front of her protectively. "Stop. If you hurt this woman, you all die. She. Is. Mine." He growled out, and the newborns backed away. It was physically impossible for him to be disobeyed. When they were alone in the library, Vincent stroked her cheek. "Oh god Krys.. I almost lost you.." there was fear in his grey blue eyes, until he kissed her long and hard. Krystal just pushed him away, eyes sad for him, but also greatful. "Thank you, Vinny. But please, don't do that again." She said, hoping Marcus was alright.
 
As everyone scattered amidst the chaos during the newborn ball, Marcus lost Krystal in the crowd, trying to make his way out without letting himself get bruised or start bleeding. At some point, he grabbed one of the serving saucers, using it to whack any of the rampaging newborns who might've gotten too close to him. Based on the panic and violence incited during this whole fiasco, Marcus quickly deduced this was not only a mistake, but one they didn't quite prepare for. "Krystal!" He ran through the halls looking for her amidst the screaming crowds. Eventually, he heard what he thought was her voice from the library, bursting in just in time to see her push Vincent off her lips. "Hey, what're you doing to her?!"

Vincent looked into her eyes after she pushed him off for a moment, before hearing someone else shout his name. He looked up in time to see some kid trying to tell him off for kissing his woman. "Oh, don't mind me, just saving her from the newborns while you ran around panicking with the rest of the party." His face was cordial, but there was an edge to his voice, wondering where this human got the nerve to be at this kind of event, much less to think he was good enough to kiss Krystal's feet. "Well excuse me. I had a crowd to fight through on top of some rabid newborns. Doesn't look like I took much longer than you to find her." The two of them were having a bit of a stare down.
 
Krystal breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Marcus unhurt. Both the lover and mother in her had worried about him amidst the chaos. "Vincent... please don't do this tonight. I'm under enough pressure after this disaster." She said softly, looking to him, her glacial blue eyes showing her mental exhaustion. She walked over to Marcus quietly, checking him over for any damage. "Are you alright, iubesc?" She asked softly, knowing Vincent would still hear her. Vampires have very keen hearing after all. She stoked Marcus's cheek, wrapping her free arm around him. She was still weak from the blood loss. Krystal, though extremely healthy, was also extremely anemic. She was lightheaded, and leaned into Marcus. Vkncent would see her and know with one look now was not the time for fighting. It was time to care for Krystal, back in the main mansion, where it was safe.
 
Marcus let Krystal rest against him as she seemed so tired and weary. "I'm fine, Krystal, I'm more worried about you. You were bleeding a bit before I got here from the look of things." He looked up to Vincent, seeing that despite the tension, he was just as worried about Krystal. "Come on, help me get her back to the mansion to lie down. She's suffering some serious exhaustion and we need to have her properly treated." He lifted Krystal in his arms, heading out the door. Vincent followed behind, both to keep watch of Krystal's condition and to see if anything confronted them. They made their way out of the library and back to the house. When they returned, Vincent took Krystal from Marcus to her bedroom while the young human went to look for the maids so they could have some help tending to her. After informing a couple of the servants, he rushed back to join the young vampire and watch his lover.

"I'm sorry this happened, Krystal. I never imagined the newborns would be that ravenous at the simple scent of blood. I thought they were better fed." He could detect a Fae scent in the air, despite Krystal's exhaustion, probably coming from her young lover. It didn't surprise him that she sought company of her own kind, but she was better with him, and he'd prove it to her eventually.
 
Krystal sighed in relief. "I'm so glad, Marcus." She said weakly, about to collapse just a he picked her up. She rested her head on his shouldler, and by now, the elder vampires had disposed of all the newborns and drained bodies. This was a sad occasion indeed. Roreck, the head of krystal's gaurd came to see them. "I am sorry to report, that queen krystal is very ill now. She lost some blood admist the chaos, and her anemia came back. I would be happy to escort you all home though." He said, and the heads all nodded. They all left the party hall, and roreck's gaurds burned it down, knowing that that was the only real way to kill a vampire. As Roreck escorted the royals home, krystal laid in bed weakly, breathing softly.

"Its okay, Vinny. You couldn't have known." She said softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. She was very weak right now, and was in need of blood. When Marcus came in, so did Krystal's personal doctor, Pete. He could tell by Marcus's features he was her and xander's son. "Marcus, she needs a blood transfusion. I think you may be the right type. She's a+." He explained, waiting for an answer, not at all surprised to see a worried Vincent hovering.
 
"A+ blood type? Sure, if I match take as much as she needs." He removed the suit jacket and drew up the sleeve of his shirt to expose his arm for the syringe or whatever they would use for the transfusion. He looked at Krystal, seeing how weak she was and willing her to hang on until she got some blood into her properly, in case it had some effect. Unbeknownst to him, it did help a little bit, her and his father's magic in his blood. His inability to control it meant it wouldn't do much, but Vincent watched, able to attribute it easily to the other young fae. Vincent looked down to her face, stroking her cheek as she weakly squeezed his hand. Marcus watched as Pete went about extracting his blood for the transfusion, only hoping it was enough for her. Neither man wouldn't count his escape as a blessing if something happened to Krystal.
 
Pete nodded, small smile on his face. He wouldn't be the one to tell the boy he was in love with his own mother. "right. i'll run a quick test" pete said, and did just that, not surprised when the blood matched. He looked to marcus, then to vincent. he knew the old vampire would smell marcus's blood and know he was her son. He gave him a look that said to keep quiet as krystal sleaned into vincent's hand, her body very warm. she needed the transfusion as quickly as possible. Pete got everything ready, them pumped it from marcus's veins to hers, and as soon as the blood made contact, her color returned. "Huh, what happened?" She asked groggily, looking up at Vincent. Her eyes were curious, yet there was an unknown emotion there. He would likely notice, but she wouldn't know what to tell him.
 
Vincent considered revealing the truth, but with all Krystal had been through tonight, and as the queen of the Dark Court, he assumed she had enough to cope with for now. Besides, that information might serve him better later, since Marcus clearly wasn't aware himself. He just watched the color return to her face as she awoke slowly. "You passed out from anemia after the newborns rampaged. They've been... properly dealt with." He'd seen the smoke spire from the burning hall as they brought her into the mansion. "Pete just finished giving you a transfusion of Marcus's blood to help you recover." Marcus was a bit light-headed and pale, but he was perfectly able to stay conscious, thankfully not having inherited the condition himself. "Krystal, are you alright?" Marcus was much less composed in expressing his concern.
 
Time had flown by since the newborn incident, and Krystal was now . Months pregnant, and just started to show. She hadn't told Marcus yet, afraid of his reaction. She wore a pretty blue cocktail dress that hid it beautifully, and she smiled at him, giving him a kiss as he came in. "Happy birthday, iubesc!" She exclaimed, hugging him tightly before sitting him down on the couch they had their first kiss on. She sat next to him, taking his hands in hers. "Iubesc, its your birth, and I have to tell you something... I'm pregnant." She said softly, a quiet vulnerability to her features, waiting for a reaction. She gave him a light kiss, still sitting before she smirked. Okay, well, while you think that over, I'm gonna go prepare present 2." Shed said, grinning as she popped to the bedroom, stripping before she laid down, having one of the maids wrap her up in satin ribbon like a present, bow at her protruding slightly belly. The maid would tell him when to come find her.
 
Marcus had been looking forward to his birthday for quite a while, Vincent popping in for occasional visits to make sure things were going well after the incident. Marcus had been seeing to helping her keep things in order, they'd been enjoying each others' company, and he just couldn't be happier with his new life here. He still couldn't figure out what this Fae queen had seen in him, but he was never one to question his good fortune. As he stood from the couch, wondering what Krystal had in store for him, Vincent knocked at the door. He'd figured out about Krystal's pregnancy days before now, and had been contemplating what to do now. He realized this would be his last chance before she became Marcus's only, so he decided to drop the real bomb.

"Marcus, happy birthday my friend." He shook the young man's hand. "So, where's your mother?" He asked bluntly. Marcus looked confused, though he did remember Krystal's promise to introduce him to his mother eventually. "I'm sorry? There's no one here besides me and Krystal." "Yes, I'm here to see your mother." Marcus's eyes showed a bit of shock as he put together the pieces, though he decided better to leave the Prince out of this. "Oh. She went out on business after she gave me my birthday gift. She won't be back today. You can probably find her then." Marcus was quick to end the conversation, closing the door as Vincent smirked to himself, hoping this would end their lovers life after their little confrontation.

Marcus waited for the maid's instruction, then headed to the shared bedroom to see Krystal. "So, the maid told me to come here for my present... Mommy." He had never really used the term with her unless they were in ecstasy together. He did admire her naked body, the ribbons teasingly hiding her features as he admired Krystal, no longer just his pretty Queen lover, but his mother. He was bewildered to say the least.
 
Krystal smirked at him, simply thinking that he was wanting to be kinky, or that he was referring to her being pregant. "Aren't you gonna unwrap your mommy, little prince?" She asked, beckoning him over though she barely moved. The bondage was sort of sexy, she had to admit. She typically only called him little prince when they were completely alone, and in the throes of passion, but today they had the whole mansion to themselves, and she could call him whatever she wanted. She didn't know that Vincent had been here, or that he had gold marcus the secret she had been hiding from him the last 2 months, so she wasn't panicking at the name. The two of them were both kinky, and caller her "mommy" was one of his. She just thought he wanted go start the kinky earlier than usual today. Not that she minded. It was his birthday, after all.
 
"No, Krystal, I mean I really know. All those times, it wasn't just pillow talk. It's true isn't it? That you're my mother?" He didn't unbind her ribbons yet, though he climbed between her legs, running a hand along her cheek to focus her on him so she would answer. he waited for her to affirm his suspicions, though despite his seemingly accusatory question, his cock was still visibly hard, rubbing against the ribbons covering her pussy. Truth be told, he actually liked it, thought it added to the kinkiness, but he couldn't keep doing this now unless he knew the truth, knew what she hadn't told him.
 
Krystal looked like a deer in headlights, and she blushed. She leaned into his touch,, looking at him. "Yes, its true. I am your mother." She almost whispered, and from the expression on her face she felt guilty. She knew she should have told him the whole truth that first night, but, she was afraid. Afraid that if he knew he'd leave her and she just couldn't bear that, not after loosing Xander. She looked up at him, only half consciously realizing he was hard. She pulled him down for a what she thought would be a last kiss. "I wouldn't blame you if you're mad at me and want to leave, but, I love you, marcus. Both as your mother and as your lover. Please.. don't leave." She said just above a whisper as tears pricked her glacial blue eyes.
 
Marcus saw the tears welling in her eyes, quickly pulling her into another kiss and untying the ribbons, letting what little covered her body fall away as he embraced his mother. "I could never leave you, Krystal. Even if you are my mother, you're the woman I fell in love with, and nothing can change that. I'll still always be yours." He planted a kiss on her lips again and rubbed a hand over her belly. "This is our baby, I want to be here to raise it. I lost you once, I never want to be apart from you again, Mom." He didn't say this with kinky passion, but with a loving tone as he held her in his arms, his mother and lover. "I want to make love to you, tonight and every night we can after, forever."
 
Krystal looked like a small child as she looked at him, kissing him back passionately. "Really? You aren't mad at me for not telling you?" She asked, simply curious now as she held onto him for dear life, almost afraid that if she blinked, hhe'd be gone and she'd be alone forever. When she listened to what he said next, coupled with how he was rubbing her belly, she burst out into happy tears, cuddling into him. "Have I told you today how much I love and don't deserve you?" She asked with a small chuckle, pulling him into a long and passionate kiss, keeping him as close to her as she could. "I love you, Marcus. For as long as you'll have me, until you order me away, I'll be yours, iubesc." She whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek.
 
"You've mentioned it, and I still love to hear it. And if that's the truth, then you'll be mine for as long as we live. I love you Krystal." he kissed her again, laying across her as he continued to stroke her tummy. He moved down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples in his lip and sucking it a little, finding she was already giving a little milk. He enjoyed the taste of the sweet liquid flowing through his mouth, something he wished he'd tasted 20 years ago. He eventually pulled his head away, aligning his cock as with her pussy. Something he had done so many times, but this was different. He wasn't just making love to a lover, he was making love to his mother. The hole that had given him life. "Mommy." He just uttered that word as he sank into her love passage once again, his cock harder and throbbing more than anytime before.
 
Krystal gave him a soft kiss, hugging him close. "Then we shall have forever, my little prince. Fae are immortal." She admitted with a grin she didn't know she was capable of anymore, playing with his hair as he went for her nipple. A soft moan escaped her as he sucked, remembering way back when he was only a few hours old and he suckled just like this. She kissed his forehead, singing the lullaby she'd wrote him long ago, her voice ringing out like a bell. When he plunged his hardened cock into her wet folds, she moaned loudly. "Oh my god!" She moaned, kissing him passionately. She stroked his cheek. "I love you so much, my Marcus. My son." She whispered in his ear before she nibbled it a little.
 
Marcus held her hips as he thrusted his hips into her, making love to her while he groaned into the kiss, their tongues wrestling with each others. "I never feel happier than when I'm with you, Mom. It just feels so right being with you again, and knowing we'll always be together." He pulled her against him, letting him get deeper into her as she seemed to tighten around him and nibbled his ear. Two could play that game, as he nibbled her neck. One of his hands then trailed around to her front, lightly flicking across her sensitive clit, while his other hand squeezed her breast. "You're all mine, Mom, and I'm all yours. I promise, I'll make love to you every night from now on, and make up for every night you had to spend alone."
 
Krystal cuddled into him, savoring the sweet taste of his mouth. "I feel the same way, my little prince. I wish I had never given you up." She admitted, pulling him closer and in for another soft kiss. She liked kissing him, but she also knew what he would ask now that he knew. She would explain, but she was afraid of what he would say. She wasn't sure what would happen. She let out a soft moan as he nibbled at her neck. That had always been one of her most sensitive spots. Krystal let out another soft moan as he flick her clit and squeesed her breast. She was so sensitive because of the pregnancy, she was just about ready to cum. "I love you, my boy. Nothing will change that, and I want you to know that, just having you here with me has made up for being alone." She told him softly, giving him a light yet passionate kiss.
 
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