Return of the Sidhe

[Ticklish&InLove]

Return of the Sidhe (Alexander's Father) - Chapter 20 Scene (For those who like to color, you cant find the original image at fav.me/d8fyh40 )

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A bit of actual history on the Sidhe: for those, (who like me), are naturally nerdy:

Sidhe in Irish lore are the original fairies who fathered/birthed all other fae. They are also in a sense, the original vampires in human lore as they drank human blood to survive. However, they were also known to be playful, great singers, and lovers of humans. their offspring were different types of fae...including what we call today, "vampires" which come from the Gaelic "vaimpír".

Scene this illustrates from Chapter 20:

Cyryn baited the Sidhe she remembered from her days as a newborn siren. She could scarcely recognize him. Then, his eyes had been filled with mirth, his smile, while just as dangerous, was far more likely to steal a kiss than a drink and his hands far more likely to tickle a maiden into madness than to kill a human. He’d been an early lover for her once, teaching her the hidden secrets of making love so sweet it flamed the heart and turned a climax into greater desires still. His skill had been legendary, and his wit just as renowned. But now, he was like an automaton. She had to concentrate to keep from shivering, knowing that to do so would only bait his predatory instinct.



Her task was to sedate, drain, fill, drain and sedate again. They’d recognized it from the days of old and The Collector’s admission only confirmed their memories. But her task didn’t end there. She was supposed to help him remember joy, remember mischief, remember pleasure, remember laughter, and all the things that went with them, before allowing him to return to the mortal world.



She felt his hand reach out and grasp her arm, and right on cue she used her magick to bring him into her kingdom. The Sidhe paused, surprised, but not afraid, “I know this place.”



Then, turning towards her spoke his words, commanding, “Lift it.”



Obliging, Cyryn lifted her spell, revealing her true form.



The Sidhe smirked, “I know you, and that pleases me for some reason.”, he took a few steps towards her, making her step back unconsciously, “I want to drink you. I want to play with you. It’s like it’s a dance I have memory of, just out of reach. What…what is this enchantment?”, he raised his hands to his head and shook it.



Cyryn smiled sadly, “Well, at least that’s a greater start than I expected, my Lord. There are many who will be happy to see you are still alive. But first, we have to help you remember who you are and it will take thirty days to do it.”



The Sidhe looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with a hint of the mischief she remembered, “Then that’s thirty days you can’t hold me responsible for acting out of line.”



Her heart racing in a way it hadn’t in thousands of years, the siren queen suddenly recalled what it was like to be an unexperienced maiden.



His lips curled into a smirk, “I affect you. We have had some history, you and I. I don’t recall it, but I can see it in every nuance, every reaction of your body. I think I’d like to remember…”, he shocked her by suddenly being behind her and running his fingers down her arms, making her shudder, then turning the shivers into giggles.



Just as fast, Cyryn darted away and stood several feet in front of him, holding her hand out, “Let’s take our time here, Sire.”



He shook his head, befuddled, “Lord? Sire? I’m afraid you are mistaken. I’m a servant. Of a mortal, no less.”, he shrugged, embarrassed.



Cyryn just shook her head in turn as her sirens began rising out of the waters and walking up onto the land around him, “You are the father of a king. The father of a king is a king.”



He eyed the gorgeous women on either side of him, “And you are all here to help me remember?”



“As you wish, Sire”, one of the female sirens he’d eyed came and offered her neck to him.



“Oh, but where is the fun in that?”, he smirked down at her, “Let’s put a bit of the chase in it now, Love!”, and proceeded to tickle her sides voraciously, making the siren’s knees buckle under her.



His hands moved faster than any immortal Cyryn had known. His kind was the first kind, after all. All fae were descended from them.



“Cyryn!”, the siren girl was calling out to her frantically, obviously unused to the intensity of the attack.



But the siren queen just chuckled, “Sorry dear. But this is just what the doctor ordered. And you’re his first dosage of medicine, I’m afraid.”



Not stopping, the Sidhe looked straight into her eyes, licking his lips that were turned into a smirk, “Of course, we will save the best for last.”