Ironheart

A Story by A. Farnsworth

Kind of sexual, this is just one character fromt he story and not all of it is like this, just this character.

When I first met Lord Oberon I was fighting his minions on instinct alone. I was attacking with spells unknown to me and to Oberon himself. I was at the seashore fighting the goblins and other creatures under power when he approached. He looked like a man, but I could see the slimy, lanky creature underneath the glamour in my mind. The glamour he made for me was tall with short scuffled red hair. His beard was thin and traced his jaw-line. His eyes were dark-blue and captivating.

He was handsome and dressed like a warrior king and watched as I slaughtered his horde in self-defense. He smiled and finally commanded me to stop and I did. I fell paralyzed on the floor as his minions beat me. He finally called them off and lifted my head up with his hand. He looked into my eyes and told me I was his forever.

I was dragged back to his castle, a giant palace made of onyx. He called it Avalon. It wasn’t long before he slapped chains on me. He said it was a reminder that I was always his. I had no name, so he called me Witch because of the strange power I had, which he commanded. He had me kill for him, when he could just do it himself. He liked to watch the terror in my eyes because I had no control and had to maim and rend innocent Faeries and human-folk.

He let his minions and warriors beat me and have there way with me and it wasn’t for long before he himself would have me in his chamber. He would beat me and force me to do things with him. He scratched me, bit me and did other things. I was shattered completely and lost all hope. I started blacking out at times; I thought that was a blessing…

I woke in the middle of the night, not that it made a difference since it was always nighttime in this region of the Fay realm. I was in Lord Oberon’s bed chamber. I held the bed sheets up to my chest. I had grown used to this life and made the best of it. It was like one of the abused housewives that are in denial on that one channel for women. I often watch human realm television on the mirror. It was the one thing that Oberon found amusing in the human realm.

I breathed in the cool night air and shuttered a little. I looked over at Oberon’s human form, he was naked on the sheets. He couldn’t feel the cool air, he could only feel pain and the human pleasure of coitus. I think it made him happy, or the closest he’s ever been to happy. I hated him and loved him. I had to, he told me to but I think he may have twisted me inside. I don’t know if I could ever really know love now.

He would never give me the chance anyway. I will always be a slave and will always be beaten. I really hated him, but I grew found of the sensation of pleasing him. I looked at his pale skin and red hair that ran down his chest in a love trail to his manhood. I shuttered again from the wind. I drew the covers tighter and laid next to his naked body and slipped my arms around him.

He rolled over to face me. He smiled his perfect smile and looked into my eyes. I couldn’t look away. He leaned in and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He was pressed against me and I felt him grow hard on the outside of the sheets. I grew hot and lustful. He was throbbing and so was I.

I kissed more passionately now and he slipped under the covers. I saddled him and we began “love-making.” When we were finished I got off of him and rolled over to the other side of the bed. I was exhausted again.

“Am I that good?” he asked laying o his side. I panted and replied with a yes, because I was commanded to.

“You really are.” I said, not sure if I was lying. I couldn’t tell anymore. If was commanded to do something all the time It just happened naturally without my consent.

I got into the shower room afterwards and Lord Oberon joined me. He washed me sensually and again in the shower we were going at it. When we went down to the thrown room, where I sat next to him for hours just listening to stuff I didn’t really understand or care to.

Outside of the bed chamber the chains I wore around my whrists materialized and made my arms hang down from the weight. I thought I would get stronger, but the chains never got lighter over the years.

I sat at Lord Oberon’s side and held onto his leg, I sat next to the thrown on the stairs. He became less abusive over the years, but he still made me kill and hit me when he got frustrated. But he didn’t let his minions or soldiers lay a hand on me and if they did he would kill them.

“Mab has attacked Fort Wormlao and won, my lord.” said the short fat, slat-faced hob-goblin. I think his name was Maykore, he was a general for a legion of hob-goblins.

“That vile wretch…” Lord Oberon went on to say some unsavory things about his ex-wife. He was at wore with her. You see they are the rulers of the Faeries and all creatures in Faery realm. Queen Mab and Lord Oberon had a disagreement on what they should do when they took the thrown from the true rulers of the Fay. I don’t know who they were but I heard about some pretty nasty things that were done to them.

“You’re sure to take it back, my lord.” I said, “You are an excellent strategist.” I added. Lord Oberon grew upset and struck me to the floor.

“You fool.” he said angered, but he calmed himself and lifted me back up. “You shouldn’t say such idiotic and foolish things.”

I didn’t know I had said anything foolish.

“I am truly sorry for my incompetence, my lord.” I said apologetically.

“It’s not your fault you’re so incompetent. It’s that little human brain is all.” he said and I agreed with every word. “Now let me deal with that wretch of a woman and you just watch me.”

I nodded and spaced out while they talked over war strategies and such. When they were finished I hadn’t really retained anything they had said, except they were curious as to why Queen Mab was taking the offensive so boldly. It made them worry she might have a weapon of some kind.

At dinner we feasted as always and drank wine and watched some entertaining dancing faeries that were drunk off of amberosia wine. It was a great laugh until they passed put. I was seated next to Lord Oberon, of course. He was smiling and gave me a strange look.

“What is it, my lord?” I asked concerned.

“I dropped my bread roll under the table. Would you get it?”

He asked, and I knew what he meant.

I ducked under the table and got in front of his chair. He undid his leggings so that his manhood was in my face. Above the table he was smiling and hiding his pleasure moans from his celebrating minions.