The Glen: Book One
Copyright© 2004 by Merlin
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - There is a world of magic just on the edge of sight... and it is moving closer, and closer... Welcome to the world of 'The Glen'.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Magic Fiction Safe Sex Oral Sex School
The scene at the observatory upon the return of the motorcade was ordered chaos. Brun and her ladies were calmly tending to the wounded. Now and then a siren would scream by on the street, but they never intruded on the relative calm of the observatory itself. The talking heads of the local news were probably going nuts about all this talk of a major gang war. If they only knew! If people thought the WTO was a war, well, they had better take cover when this hit the fan!
Megan stood mutely by as wounded fighters were carried inside to be cared for, or to be eased over into peace. Watching the light flicker out of the eyes of a fairy was something that could not be summed up in words. Megan felt each passing physically, most likely because of her ties to Richard. Tears streaked her cheeks, and a fierce determination burned within her as well.
On the edge of her consciousness, Arthur and Emory argued, but she ignored them. Instead, she replayed the last time she had seen Erin over and over in her mind. God, Erin had looked so scared! Those bastards had taken her in broad daylight! What the hell was going on, she wondered. This is getting totally out of control!
Megan was jolted out of here reverie as their voices finally got loud enough to be heard. “Look, Emory,” said Arthur, “This was not your fault! I made the decision to move her. I alone bear the responsibility for this. We will win her back, I promise you that!”
“Wart, lad, I know you want to make this ‘right’, but there is little you can do with what you have left of a fighting force. You have, what, ten knights able to ride and a handful of men-at arms? Face it, Arthur, an attack on the Unseelie court would be little more than suicide.” Emory choked back whatever else he was going to say when Arthur suddenly whirled on him.
“Merlin, that doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but making this right! What kind of king would I be if I could not protect a single woman from that scum!” The muscles on Arthur’s neck stood starkly out as rage coursed through the King’s body. “Merlin, I promise you, I will bring her back. And if that ... that ... thing has so much as harmed a single hair on her head, there won’t be enough of him left for Hades to toy with. I, Arthur Pen Dragon, give my bond and oath as king on that!”
As if that settled things between them, Emory nodded and then slowly turned toward the street entrance to the observatory. Another siren wailed past. Emory stared out at the world beyond as he spoke.
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