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his fingers.  Better.
Another pitiful sound from the chimera, and Veska smiled against the prone man s tender
entrance.  You are exquisite. So responsive, cut like a work of art from warm and living stone.
You fascinate me, then you deny me. That was very foolish of you, my human.
One of his fingers slipped easily into Leinad s passage, and he slid slowly up the human s
prone body. Veska claimed the human s helpless lips again and rocked forward, pressing his
hardness to his captive s rising interest. Once, then again, he slipped a second finger in beside
the first and gave up the open and warm mouth for the long, elegant stretch of his quarry s neck
and the chance to push his questing digits just that much deeper.
A high-pitched sound came from Leinad s still open lips, and Veska smiled, rubbing
gently against the bundle of nerves he d found in soft circles, then pressing harder. The flesh
around his fingers contracted. He lapped at the hollow between Leinad s collarbones and trailed
the hand that had been playing over his now very interested cock, to cup the warm weight of
Leinad s balls. Another sound, another contraction. The more he played, the more frequently
they came. He sucked on the hollow of Leinad s throat, ran his tongue up to the straining
Adam s apple and over to the juncture of neck and shoulder. His finger sped over the nerves
deep inside Leinad s ass, played them like an exotic instrument, and wrung the wispy, helpless
sounds from the chimera s depths. The muscles around his fingers fought to pull him in more
firmly, fluttered and closed around him madly and finally clamped down so tightly he couldn t
pull his hand free. A long, wailing cry broke from Leinad s chest, and Veska bit down hard,
connecting them in flesh and blood, drinking in the frozen orgasm like the finest of wines.
When Leinad s muscles relaxed and Veska could free himself, he sat up, straddling the
chimera s legs. He ran a hand over the man s strong chest and smiled.
Then he met Leinad s eyes. For the briefest of moments, the hurt and anguish became
teasing and calculating, the open and helpless mouth smiled brightly, frozen arms reached out,
and he whispered Daniel.
The vision vanished and all he was left with was Leinad, immobilized, dirty and violated.
His euphoria was instantly gone, and he couldn t get up and away from his victim fast
enough.
 I&  he whispered, staring hard at the man s prone form.
He let the magic fade and waited, but Leinad didn t stand up, didn t even move to cover
himself.
 Leinad? Veska asked cautiously.
 My clothes, he requested in a dead, gray voice.
Veska complied quickly, and they were both clean and dressed again.
The very world seemed frozen in wait for Leinad s next words, reaction, breath.
 Are you done? the human s voice was so small that Veska couldn t tell if he was angry
or sad.
 Yes, the Fae offered, wondering where all of his power and command had gone.
Leinad finally stood. He walked past Veska to the Jeep. Climbed inside and shut the door
behind him, then left. Veska stared after the cloud of dust the spinning tires kicked up on the
loose dirt of the road and didn t quite know what he should do.
Leinad didn t look back.
* * * *
Wind blew above him, made the tops of the trees dance, but the cabin and the
surrounding area were still below. Leinad stepped from the Jeep and stared at the place where
Lynn s car had once sat. He remembered her bursting from the door to greet her brothers while
he hid in the underbrush. He could almost see them, all three of them tangled on the ground
where they d fallen, trying to get loose without hurting one another.
Their voices echoed throughout the clearing, saying nothing in particular, just a presence.
He was home.
But there was nothing left.
No one he could hate, blame, love. It was just an empty house, alone in the deep woods.
 Beautiful.
 Feel its anguish? It knows, it knows.
 What a wonderful game.
Leinad closed his eyes forcefully, bit his lip and clenched his fists so tightly that his nails
sank into the flesh of his palms. He knew those voices. They reached into his head and spiked
pain and panic there. His keepers, The Three, the ones who violated him, broke him and remade
him, handed him out to whoever wanted a taste then put him away for later in that horrible black
cell like a used-up toy.
They moved as one, bodies blended together, black shades with only the barest hint of
form. The only clearly visible parts of The Three were pearly white arms and pale heads. Their
faces resembled china dolls that hadn t been painted yet, hollows for eyes, colorless,
expressionless for all the force and emotion in their voices. Smooth black curtains of hair fell
around them and blended with their bodies so the only way to even tell there were three of them
became those arms and the grotesque parody of faces.
For all Leinad knew, it could be one body beneath all that black, shared by three minds.
Unnatural, alien even amongst the other Fae he d seen. They disgusted him, but not so
much as they terrified him.
 It thought it was free, the tallest of them tittered.
The middle one shivered.  So sad, such glorious sadness.
 Time to go home, our pet. The smallest reached out to him, and he jerked away,
moving just out of their reach. He knew better than to run.
 Come now, pet. Your game here is over, the largest one chastised.  We gave you the
chance and you failed.
Failed? I didn t know the rules.
The smallest form sighed in imitated sadness.  All you had to do was kill him. Kill the
spare and step back into your life. There can be only a single Daniel Tessel. You failed, in your
failure you remain Leinad, and Leinad belongs to us.
Leinad shivered.  No.
Long, spindly fingers stretched forward, grew to an impossible length and caressed his
face.  Yes. What lies here for you, our beautiful creation? Will you wallow in the ruins of a fairy
tale that was never yours to begin with, the last faint connection to a love that never existed?
Scorn and ridicule from the humans who know us not? This world is not for you, never for you.
He couldn t breathe. The questing digits probed the tender wound beside his mouth,
trailed to fondle his neck, his chest. A fine tremor ran over his frame and under his skin. His
hidden feathers pricked up to stand on end. Leinad jumped back and ran into another hand.
Leaned to the side and found another. He was surrounded by those horrible hands, the ones that
had broken and remade him over and over the ones who had stolen him from himself.
He couldn t see past them. Despite the cool breeze, he may as well have been back in the
Veil, chained and drugged and torn open.
 No, he tried to be strong, forceful, but the nightmarish memories stole his voice as
surely as his courage.
 Remove your hand from my property, a deep and echoing tenor made the ground
beneath Leinad s feet rumble.  Or I remove it from your arm.
Leinad didn t move, not even to turn his head.
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