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They entered the clearing and he noticed every Fae had a mark on the left side of their faces but all of them were distinct in design and coloring. He followed his husband to where the Sovereign was seated and they both knelt before her. “You don’t need to kneel. Rise.” They both got to their feet as she stood and came before them. “I’m sure you have many questions, allow me to explain how our Court functions and then you may ask them. The Vernal Court operates very differently from either the Seelie or Unseelie Courts. No one is a slave here. In fact all vote on who the next Sovereign will be.” At this Aziraphale saw an incredulous expression cross his serpent’s face. “I see you find that surprising Crowley but it is true. Each Sovereign only reigns for five hundred years. At the end of their reign a vote is held and every Fae votes for whomever they think would be best able to lead the Court next. Having a Ruler with a limited time in power has helped keep our Court free from the dangers of an absolute monarchy. We have but one cardinal rule which every member of this Court must obey, no one may interfere in the lives of mortals. Some of us heard Aziraphale’s offer but none of us responded. Now that you are a member of this Court you may not respond to such an offer in the future.” Aziraphale saw his love bristle at the use of his name. “Nor may you help a mortal, saving Azira-err, your angel’s father was noble but it is not permitted by our law.” The Sovereign had noted the anger on his Fae’s face when using his name and amended herself.
“Your Majesty, are you saying if one of us saw a young child drowning in one of the forest’s rivers we may not intervene to save them?”
“Not even then Crowley. The responsibly falls on the mortal’s shoulders to keep their young safe. As your arrangement with your angel antedates your formal joining of this Court he will be permitted here. Your fellow Vernal Fae will undoubtedly be curious about him as most haven’t seen a mortal in over a thousand years. None of them will interfere with him however. We hold, as does every Court, that no Fae may interfere with another Fae’s mortal except the Rulers of a Court. I only did so because I deemed it necessary to inform him of what was to come at the Unseelie Court.” Anger filled his husband’s golden eyes.
“Your Majesty, does this noninterference rule apply to the Fae also? You said you’d been watching me for centuries, you saw what the Unseelie Queen did yet you did not act until yesterday. Why did you wait?” Barely suppressed fury in his tone.
She sighed, “As I tried to explain to you Crowley no Fae is admitted to our Court unless they prove themselves worthy. We took no delight in watching Dagon do the unspeakable things she did to you. In fact, there was a group who were outraged at her acts and so vociferous in their objections we held a vote as to whether to intervene. The majority favored waiting. We had to be sure of you before offering you a place here.”
“May I see who the objecting group were?”
The Sovereign looked surprised and then thoughtful, she nodded. “If they wish to reveal themselves they may.” His husband turned to look and Aziraphale counted twenty two Fae who stepped forward, heads held high. The rest of the Court looked at these Fae with expressions ranging from bemusement to anger. “Crowley”, his love turned back to the Sovereign, “it grieved all of us to watch what happened to you but in the end you made the right choice, proving yourself to us. Now Crowley’s angel, do you have any questions?” A warm smile on her face.
Aziraphale wrung his hands, he felt the intense amber gaze of his husband on him. Squaring his shoulders he asked, “Your Majesty, from what I read in the book on Fae history in the beginning there were only two Courts: the Seelie and Unseelie. How did the Vernal Court come into existence?” She beamed at him.
“A very astute question but I would expect no less from such a clever mortal. Our Court was formed from a group of Fae that left the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. These Fae were unhappy with how each Court treated mortals and decided the wisest course of action was a strict policy of noninterference. It looks like you’d like to ask another question?”
Gulping as he felt his husband’s glare he nodded. “Yes your Majesty. So it sounds like a group of Fae can decide to leave the Court they are affiliated with and form a new Court and all that is required to do so is for the group of Fae to agree to do it. Is that accurate?”
“Yes, it is that simple but it is also quite rare. In all of Fae history we are the only new Court that has emerged but theoretically another new Court could form. The key is that the Fae forming it must agree on the laws they will follow. Speaking of laws Crowley, you must agree to abide by our law of noninterference.” Aziraphale could feel the anger pouring off his serpent.
“I have no choice but to agree, I can’t go back to the Seelie Court and there is no way I’d want to return to the Unseelie.” Bitterness soaking every word.
The Sovereign looked aggrieved, “You’ll see we aren’t so bad Crowley. My time as Ruler is almost at an end and a vote will be held to choose the new Sovereign. We watched you so closely because it was decided you’d be one of the candidates to rule the Court after me.” Aziraphale’s mouth fell open in shock as he saw a similar expression on his husband’s face.
“B-but your Majesty! I just got here! I’m flattered of course but I just wish to live in my cottage with my mortal, left in peace!”
A dark looked crossed the Sovereign’s face and Aziraphale trembled. “No one will force you to accept the nomination Crowley but I must insist you stay here and get to know our Court and your fellow Vernal Fae. If after a few days you still wish to reject being a candidate for Sovereign you will be allowed to return to your cottage with your angel. Please take your place with the others as there are other matters that must be attended to during this audience.” Crowley walked to where the group of Fae who’d objected to his torture were standing, Aziraphale one step behind him.
The rest of the audience went by in a blur and then the Fae were dispersing, all except for the twenty two who’d stood up for his husband. Once the cleaning was empty they turned to Crowley. “If I sound proof this area will anyone else notice?” he asked. A muscular Fae with black hair, rich walnut skin and a gold mark depicting stout tree branches shook his head.
“No one will be able to tell except those of us here.” he answered, the deep timbre of his voice rumbling. His serpent snapped his fingers and the Fae all seemed to relax.
“It was brave of all of you to stand up for me, I’m glad to know at least some Fae objected.” There were smiles on several faces as these new Fae looked at them.
“Crowley, we don’t want to be part of this Court any longer. Several of us disagreed with how inflexibly the rule of noninterference has been applied. The horrific things that were done to you solidified our convictions but we had no idea it was possible to leave.” a willowy Fae with flowing silver hair, emerald eyes and a mark of cherry blossoms in pink said.
“Thanks to your mortal’s clever questioning of the Sovereign it sounds like there’s a way out for us!” a third Fae said, his wild orange curls were a bright riot on his head, his mark was of green ivy and his pewter eyes sparkled. Aziraphale blushed as twenty three pairs of eyes turned to look intently at him, his husband then stepping in front.
“Yes well he is extremely clever and extremely mine.” a slight growl slipping into his tone. Several hands went up in a placating gesture.
“No one in this group will ever interfere with him, you have our word.” said the willowy Fae and all of them chimed in with, “You have our word we will not interfere with him.” His serpent finally relaxed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Good, thank you. From what the Sovereign said to form a new Court it’s as easy as all of us deciding we want to form one and then agreeing on the laws. It sounds like we all want to form a new Court yes?” Everyone nodded. “Excellent. Then we must decide what our Court’s laws will be. There are twenty three of us so no risk of a tie in voting. I say we have no Ruler, if there are major issues we can vote on them.” There were several gasps of surprise but as the idea sank in everyone nodded enthusiastically. “Show of hands for those in favor of no Ruler and major issues being decided by vote?” Twenty three hands went up. “The motion carries! Now, I on the whole agree with the rule that Fae should leave mortals alone. That said I believe there are exceptions to every rule like the example I used of saving a drowning mortal child. I think it should be left up to the conscience of each Fae whether they should interfere or not, I think we deserve the right to choose. If something truly egregious happens from our having free will it can always be voted on by the members of our Court. What do you think?” Several of the group looked deep in thought.
At last the muscular Fae with walnut skin spoke, “I think that sounds right in a way none of the other Courts have ever been. Why shouldn’t we be free to exercise our best judgement? I vote in favor of the laws, who else is with me?” All twenty three hands went up. “The motion carries!” Cheers came from the other Fae and Aziraphale saw a genuine smile bloom on his husband’s face, the first he’d seen since that horrid summons had appeared in their living room. He felt a matching smile on his own face as he gazed into his Fae’s golden eyes.
“What will be the name of our Court?” asked the Fae with the orange curls.
“I think it should be the Autumnal Court, it’s the only quarter of the year without a Fae Court.” piped up a Fae with wavy chestnut hair, sapphire eyes and a mark of a bird in yellow. “All those in favor?” she asked and again twenty three pairs of hands raised to the sky. “The motion carries!’ she trilled.
“Then let us all snap our fingers and go off together, to our Autumnal Court!” his serpent said and twenty three hands snapped, the power shook the earth itself. One moment they were in the clearing of the Vernal Court, the next they were in an entirely new clearing. He looked around and the trees were a riot of vibrant colors vermillion, squash, gold, green, umber and bronze. There were ebullient shouts of joy and several Fae began dancing a merry jig. Someone produced a lute and began playing, soon it was joined by drums and a fiddle. His husband went to the willowy Fae with the silver tresses. “My mortal and I will be going back to our cottage. If I’m needed for a vote send a summons and I’ll come, otherwise I wish to be left alone.” She smiled, understanding and kindness on her countenance.
“Of course Crowley. If anyone has earned retirement from Court it is surely you, we’ll only call upon you if you’re truly needed.”
He watched his husband smile and incline his head before standing next to him. Looking into his amber eyes he saw them twinkle, “Let’s go home angel.”
“Yes please Master.” His Fae snapped his fingers and they left the newly formed Court.
***
Aziraphale blinked as he looked around and then promptly burst into tears. Home! They were back in the living room of their cottage and finally home! “Shush my dove, my brilliant and so very brave dove. We’re home and we’re safe, safe at last.” His Fae soothed as he held him close. “Aziraphale Fell I release you from all the compulsions I placed upon you.”
“My husband I love you so much! I’m so glad you’re free!” His serpent scooped him up and carried him to their bedroom, laying him down gently on the bed. He snapped his fingers and cool air brushed his skin. He looked down at himself and saw he was dressed in a chiffon babydoll of soft seafoam with matching hose and garter belt. This time he wasn’t surprised at the lack of underwear. Hearing a second snap he looked up to see his husband naked and climbing on top of him. He sighed as his wrists were grabbed and opened eagerly to welcome his husband’s tongue as he was kissed passionately. Breaking the kiss he rested their foreheads together and gazed down into his blue eyes.
“I love you my angel, my husband, my heart. If it wasn’t for your brilliant thinking we might not have gotten free. Accepting your offer has been the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He leaned down and kissed him so tenderly Aziraphale felt like his heart was melting.
“After all the Fae I’ve met I’m so grateful it was you who took my offer. I’m so glad I belong to you, that I’m yours and no one else’s for the rest of eternity.”
“Ngk. ‘M dove you know exactly what to say to please me and best of all, I know you mean it. Now ‘m going to mark you, make you orgasm, fill you with my come and when we’re through I’ll make sure it stays inside you. Would you like that little angel?” his voice husky with desire.
“Oh yes Master! I loved having you stuff me full of your come and how that magical barrier would tease my clit when I moved. Please fill me! It feels like a lifetime ago that you did!” Snapping his fingers Aziraphale felt the phantom fingers toying with his nipples and stroking his clit. He squirmed in his Fae’s grasp as the stimulation aroused him.
Flicking his tongue over the delicate shell of his ear he whispered, “Oh little angel I’ve been longing to fill that pretty pussy of yours.” He moaned as his serpent lightly bit his earlobe before trailing hot kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “I want to fill you, mark you and make you scream my name ‘m dove.” He bit the tender skin where his neck met his shoulder, wringing a keen from his lips. He writhed, thrusting his hips up, trying to get his husband’s cock inside him. It kept gliding over his slickening folds as his Fae chuckled. “I know you want me inside you, slamming into you until you orgasm but not yet. Not until I decide you can have it!” His words made him whimper and he tugged on his wrists.
“Please Master, I need you!” he cried as his hips canted up once more. Tutting his husband seized his lips in a hard kiss, nipping and licking until he opened his mouth. Their tongues glided against each other while his love teased his entrance, pushing just inside only to pull back out and resume gliding again. After several minutes their kiss ended. He licked his puffy lips and begged, “Please Master! Please! I can’t stand it! Please let me have your cock! Please!”
“When you beg so prettily how could I refuse you?” his voice dark as he shoved all the way in making him cry out. His walls stretched to take his girth and his husband began thrusting hard. “That’s it! Take it! Take everything I give you ‘m dove!” He kissed him again, his tongue plunging in at the same rhythm as his cock. Breaking the kiss his amber eyes burned intensely into his blue ones as he kept thrusting into him. “You’re mine angel, only mine! To fuck and fill and love! Say it!” as he began slamming into him.
“Yours! Yours alone! Your angel to fuck and fill and love forever Master!” and his climax burst through him like an explosion, his whole body jerked as he screamed “Crowley!”, the waves of pleasure crashing through him. After a few more thrusts his husband yelled “Angel!” as his own orgasm ripped through him. He lay on top of him as they both caught their breath. Gently his husband pulled out and snapped his fingers, Aziraphale could feel sensation of the magical barrier that covered his vagina, the tendrils reaching to his clit. A second snap and he felt the smooth satin of the underwear he was suddenly clad in. He was rolled so his back was to his serpent who’s warm hand glided down his belly and then cupped his pussy possessively. A last snap of his fingers and they were covered snuggly with a blanket.
“There. Now my little dove’s pretty pussy will stay filled with my come.” His Fae’s words and firm hold on his vulva made him feel deliciously owned.
“Yes Master.” He yawned and felt his serpent burrowing his nose into his fluffy curls. He inhaled the unique blend of spices, cedar and pine that was husband and relaxed. Wrapped up safe in their own bed they fell peacefully asleep.
***
Aziraphale woke to the sensation of his husband’s thumb stroking his clit, the rest of his hand still cupping his pussy and his erection poking him. He began to grind against the hand and moaned. “‘M glad you’re awake angel, I want to stuff you again with more of my come.” He whispered against his ear, making him whimper. With a snap of his fingers his underwear was gone and he could feel his husband’s cock pressing through the magical barrier, teasing his vagina.
“Yes please Master, please fill me!” he begged. Suddenly his Fae shoved in and he began thrusting into him from behind, his arm holding him in place as his body rocked hard. A quick snap had his clit and nipples being stroked by the ghostly fingers and he cried out at the pleasure it brought him. It was wild and fierce and he loved it! He reached behind him, desperately pulling his husband closer as he panted, “More! Yes! Take me Master! Make me come for you!”
“Stars angel you turn me on so much! I’m going to fuck you and fill you over and over again!” and he began pounding into him, his firm grip the only thing that kept Aziraphale from falling off the bed. He felt his orgasm building until with a scream he climaxed, shuddering as it roared through him. His Fae yelled as he came, thrusting through his orgasm. They lay panting in the aftermath of their rough lovemaking. Crowley slowly pulled out and snapped his fingers, the satin underwear returning to its place. His hand again stroked down his belly, pausing to cup his well used pussy before repeating the pattern. “My nicely stuffed little angel, full of my come.” He purred as he kept petting.
“Yes Master, just as it should be.” A wave of contentment flowing through him. Turning they kissed gently before Crowley got up and snapped his fingers. He was clean and neatly dressed in his favored simple black velvet tunic with silk shirt, breeches and hose. Aziraphale stood and with a quick snap he was also clean and saw he was attired in a chiffon babydoll of sunflower yellow, with garter belt, hose, underwear and shoes to match.
“Let’s have lunch angel.” They walked arm in arm to their cozy table by the window. With each step he could feel the magical barrier rubbing between his legs, teasing his clit and was pleasantly distracted. His Fae snapped his fingers and the table was full of several delightful smelling dishes. He sat in the righthand chair as his husband sat in the left. He was about to fill his plate when Crowley took it, “Allow me dove” and proceeded to load it with several delicacies. They ate in companionable silence, enjoying feeling safe and delighting in each other’s company. Desert was comprised of several tiny cakes and cookies, lovingly hand fed to him by his serpent. Clearing the dishes with a quick snap of his fingers he smiled, “Now it’s time for my desert.” Aziraphale got up and followed him to their black silk sofa. “I seem to remember your enjoying being bent over the arm of this sofa little angel, I think that’s exactly the kind of desert I’m in the mood for.”
Blushing he climbed onto the sofa and leaned over the cushy arm. A quick snap and his underwear was gone and his husband’s erection was rubbing over his folds. Moaning he teased, “You’re insatiable Master!” He heard a snap and his clit and nipples were being stroked at the perfect speed to drive him over the edge.
“When it comes to you little dove, always.” His hands on his hips were firm as he slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch. Aziraphale tried to push backwards and take more, only to mewl in frustration as he was held in place. Chuckling darkly his husband said, “Patience! You’ll get all of me when I choose to give it to you!” and continued his slow insertion. After what felt like ages he heard his lover groan. “There you greedy little angel, you have all of me.”
“Then I have all that I want.” he moaned back. He set up an agonizingly slow pace, leisurely thrusting in and out, resisting all attempts to speed up his thrusts. Aziraphale dug his fingers into the silk of the sofa and wiggled helplessly. “Please Master! I feel like I’ll go mad if you don’t take me faster! Please! Please let me climax and fill your little angel with your come!”
“Ngk, stars angel! I can’t resist you!” and he began thrusting in earnest, Aziraphale sobbed in relief. It didn’t take long for him to crest, screaming “Master!” as his orgasm slammed through him, his body going limp over the arm of the sofa. His husband held his hips tightly as he kept pounding into him until with a wild cry of “Angel!” he climaxed, filling him with his come. Draping himself over his back they both rested, drifting down from their peaks. Gently he pulled out and snapped his fingers, putting breeches and satin underwear back in their places.
He sat and drew Aziraphale down so he was half lying across his lap. He kissed his forehead, humming in pleasure as his left hand stroked down his belly, gliding over the smooth satin of his underwear before pausing to cup his pussy then repeating the whole sequence. He watched as his husband’s wedding ring caught the light and sparkled as his hand stroked him. At last his hand just held his filled pussy and he laid his own left hand on top, their wedding bands twinkling in the light. As he shifted himself he could feel a slight sloshing inside and felt delightfully full and helpless. His free hand lightly stroked his collar and he smiled as he looked up into the golden eyes he loved so well. “I love you with everything that I am Master. If I had to do it all again, rash as I was, I would just so I could belong entirely and eternally to you.” He saw a smile break out on his husband’s face that was almost blinding in its radiance. He softly carded his slim fingers through his blonde curls.
“And I love you with everything that I am my angel. I never thought I’d ever be happy but accepting your offer and getting to possess you for all eternity has made me happier than I ever dreamt was possible.” He bent down and they shared a passionate yet tender kiss, their hearts swelling with love. They were free and on their own side at last.