Yes, and a certainly fae plans to bring them both together

As Levan opens his eyes he only sees a pitch blackness. Blinking a few times he at first confused, that is until he can feel the slight weight of something on his face. He realizes he’s blindfolded, and quickly he moves a hand to try remove what ever is blocking his sight. As he does though he feels his sensation of something tight around his wrist. They are bound, his feet as well, his body held spread eagle by some unknown restrains. The cool air drifting across his body tells him that he is also naked as well. There isn’t a stitch of clothing on him, not one hint of modesty to protect his dignity. Normally anyone in this position starts to panic, and struggle yet not the count. Instead Levan almost seems to relax, breathing calmly as he sinks comfortable into his bed.

“So then you aren’t even going to try to struggle?” A voice from the darkness suddenly calls to the count.

Levan doesn’t even attempt to lift his head to try and detect where the voice came from. Simply laying his head back on the pillow, and giving a small fanged smile.

“And why would I do that I know I’m in no danger.” Levan replies to the unknown voice, a tone a self sureness in his words.

“What makes you believe that, the state your in I quite ****.” The voice responds, it’s source unable to be pinpointed by Levan as it seems to come from all around him.

“What does a man have to fear from his dreams?”

The count speaks back with a subtle bit of sauce in his voice. Levan having a good amount of lightheartedness about him despite the seemingly dire situation he’s found himself in.

“What makes you so sure this is a dream?” The voice from beyond questions further, seemingly interrogating the count on his flippancy.

“My castle is hidden under ground in a cave, with a secret hidden switch, even if some one were to find it and access it they would have to get past the entrance guard who one of the best vampiric warriors I have ever seem as well his sword, and armor have been enchanted with such powerful spells he is nearly invincible to all magic, and physical attacks, if their is a intruder though he the guard will hit switch that will send a torch signal to my castle, altering everyone that an intruder is there, a squad of my most elite guards man will then rush to the entrance in order help the front guard subdue any intruders if he hasn’t already, if all clear signal is not sent, then a troop of my best fifty armed assassins will be sent to front at which point my manor will be put into lock down, the draw bridge will be raised, the gates lowered, and magical barriers will be erected by our mages, further more a large number of arches will be set upon the wall of t he manor, which will be standing ready to rain down arrows on any intruding forces, in this time I will most certainly be woken, from sleep before any enemy has a chance to capture me while sleeping, so I deduce that I must be sleeping.” Levan says, reciting his lair’s defenses effortlessly, with there being neither a stutter, misstep, or hint of hesitation in his words.

“What if enemies intruded into your domain by means that exclude the front entrance?” The voice asks, seeming to try to shake Levan’s confidence in his self assured safety.

Levan isn’t shaken though, instead he chuckles at the disembodied voice’s suggestion of entering another way.

“Hah, my lair is located a long way underground and with only one exit and entrance, which as I said no one can gear through with out me being alerted, for anyone to even attempt enter some other way they would have to tunnel through solid stone, which I have planned for as I always have shifts of scouts patrol above ground for that explicit purpose no one would be able to do such a thing with out my knowledge, even if the perpetrators used illusion magic to mask their efforts high level mages accompany the scouts so they would be able to detect if some one tried to use the arcane to conceal themselves, one cannot even teleport into my domain as the wards placed over my lair would prevent even the strongest magic user form warping inside my manor, so to catch me off guard like this the gods above, or the devils bellow must must have snatched me, and since nothing has much changed in my operation of my sect since it’s conception that I think would suddenly warrant the interference of divine or demonic, I think it’s safe to say my current predicament is only possible through a dream.” Levan’s speaks again with out wavering.

He then turns his head upwards towards the foot of his bed. Despite the blind fold, and pitch black void beyond the wooden frame of his bedrest he seems to stare at something. Then coming from the place of his gaze the count hears the faint fluttering of wings. Giving a confident smile as he puts his head back on down on his pillow, the small noise being a confirmation of what he suspected all along. Flying from the dark nothingness far beyond the bed, a familiar red fae lands at the foot of the count’s bed. With the poise, and grace of a dancer she balances on the the thin wooden edge a feat made even more impressive with her bulky platform boots. Standing over his helpless naked form, the fae slides the crop in her hand between her fingers. Her eyes studying the dauntless look on the counts face.

“It is good that you can at least allocate your self SOME rest.” The fae speaks in stolid matter a fact tone.

“I would not slumber if I didn’t have confidence in my safety Uten.” Levan replies, the brazen smugness about him even palpable in his voice.

“Do not give me smart retorts boy, you know better.” Uten says

“Oh forgoing the foreplay that’s unlike you Uten?” The count speaks with an amount of cheek.

CRACK

The count then grunts as with a flutter of wings Uten lands by his side on the bed, and delivers a smack to his inner thigh with her whip. He bits his lips lower lip, as he feels the pain, a part of him relishing the sting.

“Oh so we’re beginning are we, a little impatient today aren’t we?” Says Levan with no less sass from before.

“No more impudence form that mouth of your, lest you wish for me to gag you.” Uten replies slapping the crop to the palm of her hand to punctuate her seriousness of the threat.

“Forgive me mistress I reliant.” Levan responds his attitude shifting from purely sarcastic to more sincere.

“Good, it seems you have not lost ALL of your manners since we last conversed like this.” Uten reaches a hand up, and pulls back the black hood on her head.

Next she removes the iron mask from her face her haphazardly tossing it behind her, the mask disappearing into the darkness behind her with out even a sound. Her face fully on display now, she walks over, and straddles Levan’s hips. His blindfold then dematerializes, and the count finds himself looking at the face of his mistresses. He gives a warm smile in response to looking upon her uncovered brow, her fae nature unconcealed he can’t help but feel privileged to look at her face once again. Her eyes no longer shaped into a fierce outline from the mask now look more wondrous and exotic. The red pools of passion that she’s sees out off, are natural twice as big, and more animal like then any of the other upright races. It almost makes her look cute yet Levan has much too much sense to tell her that to her face. Which speaking of her face, is shaped thin, and idealized like an elf’s. Like almost every Fae Uten is quite natural beautiful, like most elves. The race’s of Fae, and elves actually have so many shared facial features a common theory is that the Elves descended from fae, or that the fae were once elves that had changed due to unknown arcane magic.

Really the only difference between an elf, and a fae’s facial structure besides the obvious larger eyes, and antennas was the much longer ears. Which while pointed like elves were much longer, some times reaching a max of foot in length. Which is almost the case for Uten, her long pointed ears protruding backwards b However unlike elves who had a reputation for being quiet profound, and deep thinkers. Fae are know for being quite fiery, and impassioned. This is mostly thought so because Fae seem to have an much heightened sense of emotion in compared to the other upright races. This often leads many fae to act in many different, and some times strange ways.

With some fae’s even ending up to act almost childlike, often pulling pranks, speaking in a silly manner, and being overly naive. Uten however isn’t one of those fae in fact she seems quite reserved for a fae. As she able to exude a dispassionate, almost apathetic aura. Though that perspective is only know by those who don’t know her unlike the count. Levan knows better he knows that air about her is a purposely crafted atmosphere, rather then a reflection of her genuine character.Though this facade by her is not done out shame, or some sort of insecurity. Oh no Uten presents herself as such, as she relishes how her stolid caricature effects, and makes others feel. While not cruel, or wicked to others Uten is a dominant, and sadist. Evil she is not as she would never bring actual harm to some one, though she can’t help but reveal in pain, fear, and humiliation of others, especially if she is the cause of it. Behind her cold exterior Levan knows she is full of passion, and lust for such activities.

He knows that she revels in them, being the source of desires to inflict many times for her. Though at the same time as much as she wants to ****, and hurt she only does to those who willingly submit. An as a bit of hint to her more conventional fairy folk nature she can be quite protective, and affectionate to those who do willing submit to her. As while there aren’t many who seek her out as a companion due to her ‘interests’ there are those who consistently come back to her, as they willingly except the ordeals she puts them though. Either in love with the pain, fear, and humiliation from whatever play she has them go through, or the affection, and care, and encouragement, she shows to them. For Levan it is both, a bit of masochist he loves what she can make him experience, and as well he appreciates her nurturing nature at time he comes close as he can to almost relying on it to help push on.

“You look beautiful mistress.” Levan speaks in ernest as he looks over Uten’s face.

“Then you should thank me for permitting you to see laid bare.” Uten replies curtly, shifting her position she then sticks her feet right in the counts face.

Appearing to thank her properly the count then kisses each of Uten’s toes on both of her feet. Uten the gives the smallest of smirks the show or submission by Levan stirring lust with in her. She then pulls her feet away from the count after he’s completed his task, she moves her self forward to his face her now straddling his stomach instead of his chest.

“Perhaps you would allow me to ask why you have brought me here then mistress?” Levan asks, his tone solemn, and respectful, as he completely submits to Uten’s domination, and authority

“I told you I would punish you in front of the girl.” Uten replies.

She then leans forward bring her face close till it’s only half a foot away from the count’s.

“Of course if done in reality who knows what could of reaction she could have had.” She says acting like such a fact was obvious.

“Indeed I was wondering what-.”

Levan tries to speak, but Uten puts a finger to his lips stopping him.

“But in here, in the world of dreams the reaction can be much more controlled, and used to help her.” Uten’ says beginning to monologue.

“ To spark the fires of ambition with in her,” She leans down, and kisses Levan on the lips.

She then pulls back to speak.

“After all that’s what you want for her, to be her own person,” She kisses him deeply again.

Again she pulls back.

“And as we both know, no one is truly of their own begin with out ambition.” And again she kisses him.

“You do truly always strive to help me don’t you?” Levan whispers feeling a shiver running up his spine.

To him Uten felt like the only person he could truly lay his burdens with. The only one to help him with what ever problem ailed his mind. To provide his advice, and gudice. She was a teacher, and almost his senior in many ways. Though that isn’t to surprising considering she’s almost 250 years old. A good life span for any Fae to be proud of. Despite her still young appearance, she’s unmistakeablely has the wisdom of some one in their elder years. Though even with her wisdom, and some times grandmotherly role she could take with Levan, she still was able to stir a special passion in his loins like no other could.

“Some one must look after you my count, truly you take on to much for your own good.” Uten says lovingly stroking her hand down Levan’s right cheek.

“It is for good that I take on so much, I have been given authority of so many it’s only fair I shoulder as much responsibility.” Levan’s retorts.

“And you will help no one if you drive yourself to ruin trying to shoulder every ones burdens!” Uten exclaims a tinge of visible frustration on her face as she furrows her brow.

“I didn’t mean to worry you mistress.” Levan apologizes his gaze cast elsewhere so that Uten can’t see his sorrow.

He then suddenly feels throat hand at his throat.

“Worry about yourself for once!” Uten roars, looking genuinely furious now.

Then just as quickly as she grab his throat she let go, her face looking full of regret that she just did such a thing.

“Apologies...” Uten says.

“It’s fine mistress I know that your only angry because you care for me.” Levan coos his words full of understanding, and sympathy.

Uten doesn’t respond instead wanting to move on she stands up on the bed. She looks over to the darkness, and then watches as Skara in her bed suddenly appears next the counts own bed. The half-Orc girl unlike Levan is exactly the picture of when she fell asleep. No restraints, nakedness or other abnormalities, it is as if she, and he bed had simple been plucked from the count’s chambers.

“The Orc girl has joined us, her mind still slumbers though as I have yet to wake her.” Uten says matter a factly.

The count turns his head to look in the direction of faint snoring, and sees that indeed Skara is there.

“So I assume, our dreams are connected now?” Levan asks looking at the peacefulness on Skara’s face.

“Indeed.”

“Dream walking is truly such a amazing gift the fae posses.” Levan speaks in earnest appreciation of the fairies natural gifts.

That statement however causes Uten to freeze for second, her face trying to suppress emotion. Levan then quickly realizes his mistake. Bringing up both the fae as a whole, and dream walking like that to Uten, it must have brought back some terrible memories. Memories of the war...

The tale of the war between the humans in the fae is a rather brutal one. Dream walking in particularly being on of the reasons or that. During the conflict the humans commits brutal slaughter against their enemies multiple times through out the the Fairy War. The spark of such barbarism is the technique the fae’s would use to attack the humans during the war. Dream walking, their ability to enter dreams was used to torment the invading human soldiers during the war. Every night when they lay their heads to rest the fae would enter the humans dreams, and turn them into the most vivid brutal nightmares.

The slow **** of loved ones, **** ****, unknowable creatures that would make one lose faith in the gods. Every night the humans would have to endure this hell, over, and over, and over again. This affliction became so unbearable that, the human warriors would go days, and days with out sleeping to avoid having dream. The fatigue the soldiers then experienced because of the lack of sleep became yet another layer of torment to the human troops.

This whole ordeal inflicted so much trauma for some soldiers that they lost their mind, some even ending up taking their own lives. So while morally questionable one can at least under stand why the human warriors began massacre the fae. They were pushed to their limits, with rage boiling over so bad they began to kill all fae indiscriminately. Women, children, it all made no difference, the soldier’s were too blinded by rage, and pain to yield to moral decency.

The retaliation got so bad that the armies of man were nearly on the cusp of driving the fae to extinction, and were only stopped when the human rulers, and government stepped in. Though this is more likely done because they wished to subjugate, and enslave the fae rather then feeling any sympathy for the upstanding race. Though the count is sure that at least a few of the human kings, and government thought that the retribution had gone to far. After all even the humans refer to the whole campaign against the fae as the Conquest Of Sorrow, due to the pain both sides went through.

That pain being something Uten herself experienced first hand, as she was alive during the war. Only a child at the time her parents were killed by human soldiers, and she only avoid the same fate as they had sacrificed themselves so that she could escape. Yet even as that event had taken place so long ago, the still knew he shouldn’t reopen old wounds.

“I’m sorry that was wrong of me to mention.” The count speaks a hint of guilt in his voice.

Uten looks to Levan her expression neutral. She then looks back to the sleeping Skara.

“It is fine the past is dead I only focus on the future.” Uten says, her eyes filled with something that the count can’t seem to identify.

Perhaps the fae feels for the half-Orc, as she sees some of herself in young women? Levan shakes his head pushing the thought from his mind, he shouldn’t speculate on such things. It’s unbecoming for him to make assumptions on what goes on in his trusted friends head. If she wishes to let him know her inner thoughts she will tell him so.

“Now then... perhaps I should paint a scene for the two of you...” Uten raises her arms, and all the darkness around starts to shift with color.

The world seems to flick through different places, a field, a castle, a dark cave, a boat, hell, the heavens above. It all flashes around Levan as Skara bends the dream world to her will.

Before Levan can ask what she’s doing he suddenly finds a bit gag in his mouth. It seems that Uten is through with his talking, as she is ready to take full control of his slumbering mind.

“Yes I think this role will work for the two of you...” Uten speaks to herself as the world starts to become dim once more.

The count can feel himself become sleepy once more, his consciousness starting to wane as Uten starts to bring the world into focus, color once more edging in front the darkness. He lets the sleep take him, closing his eyes, he trusts what ever role, Uten will have for him, and Skara, it will be best for both of them.