Medweb the half-fae on a quest to find a bride.

Medweb hugged the giant duck. She was weeping loudly.

"Ah, Master M I always knew this day would come but but... I promised myself I wouldn't do this. Oh dear I am such a sap." She sobbed.

"It is okay Wedna. I will return after I find my bride."

His maid dried her eyes with a giant fluffy white wing. "Oh Master M, this old hen just worries. The human world is a dangerous place. They hate fae there. Even moreso high fae like yourself. What if there's another purge?" She shook herself and little teardrops rained down on him.

Medweb made a muscle at Wedna. "Look at me Wedna, human as they come." He gave her a reassuring smile. It was true. Medweb lacked any of the alien features typical of fae or high fae. For all outward appearances he was just a tall, handsome young man. He gave her one of his famous puckish smiles. She deflated and consigned herself to a teary smile in return. Not that she had much choice, Master M's smiles were like that; irresistible. Not to mention the Lord Master's command, his only son was to go out into the human world and seek his fortune.

Medweb's traveling trunks were packed. Wedna stooped and easily put several hundred pounds of books, clothes, and fae treasures on her back. Together they made their way through the Spring Castle. Everywhere tearful servants waved at the departing young master. Even Yates, the old butler, had to stifle his emotions. The second time in the past twenty-eight years he could be said to feel anything at all.

The ancient butler-fae rose from his seat by the door, cobwebs broke, between him and the chair, as he stood. A particularly large black spider dangled from his ear irately. Medweb inclined his head two degrees for Yates, and wondered when was the last time he'd seen the stooped old fae move.

The thousand wrinkles on Yates' grey and liver-mark splotched face began to move and crinkle like balled up paper. He was trying to speak. He coughed and a cloud of dust rose into the air. "Young Master Medweb, do you accept the task laid out for you? Do you agree to the terms of your Lord-Father's wishes?" The magic laced up inside the butler's voice brought the assembled house staff to their quaking knees. Only Medweb was able to remain standing. It was fae magic, borrowed, from the Lord of Spring; busy in lands away, not present to see off his only son.

"I agree to the terms." Medweb said in a strong clear voice. Power coursed through him. A fae contract, fairly agreed to. Yates fell backwards into his chair, his mouth trailing the acrid smoke of the powerful magic. Yates' stamina exhausted, he crumpled and closed his eyes, perhaps he'd sleep for a few years before stirring again.

Medweb turned to the staff who had raised him. Kept his Lord-Father's secret all these years. "I love you all! I will return. Until then be merry and make spring, my dearest most treasured family!" He gave them all a smile and a laugh. The assembled fae broke into laughter and smiles of their own. The young master's emotions were as infectious as ever.

As he opened the door to his carriage and sped off into the springtime, his father watched him go from the cemetery-for-one at the edge of the woods. It wouldn't do for any living creature to watch the high lord overcome with sadness. Wouldn't be safe for them. The carriage spend out of sight and Lord Morningglory touched the small grave stones that marked the final resting place of Medweb's mother; his very human mother.

As the carriage careened and danced along the stony path out of the land of Spring a shadow danced through the trees in pursuit.

Medweb felt the cold of Lady Annika's presence before he saw her ruby lips and fanged smile form itself out of the shadow cast on the unoccupied seat in front of him.

"Going so soon, Meddy? Don't you know I'll miss you?" Her voice was liquid sweet and burned the ears like hot liquor down the throat. Medweb's pulse quickened and his cock began to rise. She bit the corner of her lips and smirked at him. She was pale as winter, wrapped in black lace, and her impossibly perfect, large perky bust was mostly exposed. Her décolletage, an endless valley of soft flesh invited hypnotic bliss to those who stared too long.

Medweb knew not to stare and instead he lunged across the carriage and pinned the dangerous creature down as hard as he could. They tumbled to the floor her head colliding with the seat on the way down.

"You're so fucking rough with me," she snarled, as her fingers grabbed for the drawstrings on his pants. "Give me that cock." Her command was like piercing winter breeze and would have literally killed a lesser man. Medweb shook it off as he mauled those perfect orbs with his hands. Pinching and squeezing, grabbing and kneeding. Lady Annika growled and moaned at his rough treatment. Her long well manicured hands found their way into his pants and pulled out his fat log of a manhood.

Medweb kissed her furiously biting her plump ruby lower lip. He pulled away panting and she took the opportunity to squeeze his cock hard, grabbing him by his most sensitive member and dragging him closer. "Give it to me baby boy." She snapped his lip up in her own and her fangs drew a tiny drop of blood. Ever so briefly she seemed to savor the taste.

He pulled back and roughly ripped the black lace of her bodice away. It tore like so much gossamer and her perfect tits bounced free. He clamped onto her nipple and began to suck roughly, taking as much of the softness as he could, rolling the perfect flesh around in his mouth. Biting on her nipples as she moaned. Lathering her with affection and worshipful tongue. All the while his hands above her head, on the side of the carriage door, searching.

"Yes baby boy. Suck. Suck mommy's tits. That's a good boy. By Winter I need you to fuck me. Ugh, I can smell it. Your full balls. All that cum for mommy."

Medweb's hands found what he had been looking for, the latch. Lady Annika parted her legs. She had chosen to forego panties and her pussy was wet, hot, and inviting.

Instead...

Medweb siezed the latch and thrust the carriage door open. With all his speed and strength he grabbed the Princess of Winter and threw her bodily out of the carriage. She went sprawling and tumbling hard across the ground and into a ditch.

"Good bye, my lady! I'm off." He waved.

She screamed as the carriage bounced away. "I will have your soul Medweb! I will have your baby! I will have you! I swear it by Winter and all the Old Powers of the World. You! Will! Be! Mine!" Frost spread like lightning as she screamed and the ground cracked and split. Medweb closed the carriage door and breathed out a deep, horny sigh. By the Old Powers and the New that women terrified him.

In the ditch she reached for her scalp. A little trickle of blood dripped from her raven black hair. She dabbed, and then licked her finger. Her pussy throbbed, damn she loved when he was rough. Her little toy. He wasn't going to get away that easily...

Medweb opened his map as they reached the end of Spring. The Free City of Saulême. The city of his maternal grandfather. Something waited for him there. His fortune? A bride? Brides? Fae contract binding him he was destined to find out.

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