Winter Magik

I sit before the Winter King, watching his royal staff slowly dress him. Deftly, they weave leaves and flowers into his braids, bringing hints of spring to his quiet mien. Though centuries older than I, his youthful appearance and strong physique speak to an other-worldly vitality. With every movement, his bare shoulders and upper body ripple with a barely contained strength and grace. And his eyes, oh, his eyes. Capable of incandescent storms, but also of deep, placid waters. They shine with a love for me that I think few others will ever comprehend.

While I am still young, by elven standards, I am of an age that mere mortals would think ancient beyond years. I have been betrothed to my king for many cycles, but only now are we to consummate our love. Knowing no other, mortal or fae, I have waited patiently for this night.

And I dread its climax.

"Be not troubled, my queen. This will be as it must. We all have our duties. Yours and mine are no less important, even if we fear their weight."

"Yes, my king. I understand. I just wish it were otherwise. I make this sacrifice of my own true heart, but the foreknowledge of the pain only dampens the celebration."

He holds his hand up, causing his staff to pause their work.

"Come to me."

I stand, and walk towards him, reaching out to touch his chest as I draw close. He brings a hand up to my hair, slowly caressing it with his gentle fingers. Always gentle, my king. With me, at least. I have seen him burn his enemies with a look; Unleash floods with his fury; Open the gates of hell before those who have wronged him or his kingdom. But with me, those eyes have only betrayed undying love, gentle humor, and depthless passion. The kingdom he leaves me will be the lesser for his passing.

A tear runs down my cheek. He checks it with a finger and brings it to his lips.

"I taste your pain, and with it, your love. I will always be with you, my precious moon. Always. I will watch over you with a fierce pride, and unwavering trust. You will see me in the frost on the leaves, the blossoms on the trees, the ripples in the ponds, the fire in the sunsets. Our passion transcends earthly bonds. You will hear me in the cry of your children, the songs of their mistresses, the music of our earth magik.

"Fear not the future. 'Tho it appears bleak to you, it is filled with wonder and splendor."

I look into his loving eyes and see it all before me, just as he promises, and I find solace.

"My king. My love. My everything. Tonight we bond in the moon's embrace, bringing forth the Winter Magik. I go willingly, passionately, with all of my love. I promised you my heart, my spirit. You already have that, and more. Although a veil of darkness wraps my soul, I will never waver. The Winter Magik has slumbered for far too long. We will wake it, bring it forth, mold it and release it upon the world. It is time for a new elven kingdom to arise. I will do my duty, even though I will weep for my loss."

With that, I reach my head up, and touch my lips to his. Gently, at first, but then with a deep, all-consuming passion. We kiss the kiss of ages, lips and tongues playing with each other.

You finally break, with a low growl in your throat, but laughter in your eyes.

"You would bring about the consummation in this very room?"

"Aye, master. Witnesses and all! You certainly aren't immune to the thought," I laugh at him, as I reach down and grasp him through his trousers. His member has indeed responded to our passions, standing straight and firm. I caress him, moving up and down, feeling his rigid, blood-engorged staff responding to my touch.