Mist: The Queens Counsel pt 2





Guinivere walked down the hallways and corridors of the Castle, her

heels making staccato taps on the stone floor that echoed hollowly

back off the stone walls , she ignored the looks and

whispers of the courtiers and servants, who were all buzzing and

gossiping about her behaviour towards Lord Martlin, it wouldn't take

long before the Earl of Romney got to hear about this latest

incident, she knew full well there were at least two maybe three

spies of his in her personal staff. This too would be noted down by

them and passed on, Romney was always on the lookout for ways in

which to discredit her, he had never given up hope of forcing Arthur

to divorce or get rid of her, and she suspected that he would never

desist until either she was gone, or he was dead.



It was because of this that she had kept her ability to cast spells a

secret from all but The Gray Mouser and her Sithe family, if Romney

caught wind of this he would demand that Arthur have her killed, many

a time she had caught herself on the verge of completing a simple

task, or gathering an item from across the room with her magic, she

had better learn some more self control or her secret would be out,

and she would be in more trouble than Arthur could get her out of.



She sighed, and then her thoughts drifted onto other more personal

realms, Mouser, Mouser was coming today, with news and greetings from

her Aunt, but they would come later, first she would require a more

personal greeting from Prince Mathwyr, one that she had been looking

forward to, even since she had heard that The Gray Mouser would be

paying her a visit. No one could make her feel the way Mouser could,

his full Daoine Sithe heritage and her half Sithe heritage made for

some interesting adventures of the erotic kind, neither of them were

afraid of experimenting.



Guinevere opened the door to her private chambers, fully expecting to

see Mouser waiting for her, strangely enough her rooms were empty, a

low chuckle came from the air just beside her, of course Mouser would

have made himself invisible, he'd hardly walk into her rooms in full

view of anyone who may be passing, particularly in light of Romney's

early attempts to restart the war between the Daoine Sithe and the

Humans by claiming that the Sithe had kidnapped Guinivere.



Quickly casting a warding spell about her chambers, and noting that

Mouser had already put one into place, she held out her arms as Mouser

appeared beside her, he caught her in his arms and lifted her up and

held her close, kissing her soundly, mussing up her hair and driving

the wind out of her body, protesting she wriggled until he put her

down, breathless and dishvelled she stood there, looking at Mouser who

had a broad grin on his face.



Mustering her dignity she curtsied, Mouser bowed back and then they

both burst out laughing,



"Do you think that will satisfy the demands of protocol and propriety,

Mouser my love?" she asked.



"Too bad if it doesnt M'lady, because thats all you're getting, I have

much more important things to do than to worry about propriety, much

more important things". He leered at Guinivere, a look of pure lechery

on his face.



Guinivere regarded him fondly, she raised her hand to his cheek and

then traced down around his jawline, and down the front of his leather

jerkin, and down to his breeches, where she gently cupped the bulge of his cock

in her hand and squeezed,



"Oh so do I my Love, so do I."



Just then a curious shrill buzz began emanating from the air beside

Mouser, Guinivere jumped, her pulse racing, certain they were under

attack from some outside source, Mouser looked wildly around also, and

then relaxed, he spoke to the air beside him,



"Not funny, Cat, not funny at all, make yourself visible please"



Guinivere could do little but stare as the buzz grew louder and a

shimmery patch disturbed the air next to Mouser, the buzz stopped and

the patch dimmed and grew solid and someone reached a hand through

opened a door in the reality and stepped through it.



Guinivere was right in staring, the figure Mouser addressed as Cat was

worth staring at, she was tall, taller than Mouser, with a lithe body,

that put Guinivere in mind of cat, long slim limbs and wearing an

outfit that left little to the imagination and also confirmed the sex

of the wearer, Guinivere bit her tongue to hold back a inadvertent

gasp, the body might be magnificent, but the face was startling in

its' beauty, wide set eyes of the darkest brown, high cheekbones, a

smattering of dusky freckles across the nose, a triangular face framed

by a shock of wild black hair, but what shocked Guinivere the most was

the almost invisible layer of shimmering velvet fur that covered the

face, the erect whiskers at the side of the nose, and the pointed fur

tufted ears, that the woman-cat smoothed her hair behind.



"Guinivere, meet Catdancer, Catdancer meet Guinivere."



Guinivere held out her hand and Catdancer clasped it gently, Guinivere

could feel the smooth fur covering her hand, she idly wondered if

Catdancer was covered in fur all over, and experienced a jolt of pure

desire that coursed through her body from the pit of her stomach to

her nipples, she swallowed and saw Mouser looking at her knowingly.



Then he started to explain, "Catdancer is a B'eundil, one of the three

races of antiquity, you remember when my Mother told you about the

wars" Guinivere nodded "by the time that happened the B'eundil had

already distanced themselves from the Sithe and the Humans, only a

select few of the Sithe were still in contact with the elders of the

B'eundil, so when the spell was cast and we moved to our land, we

lost contact with the B'eundil, but it seems that they have not

forgotten about us, and recently they have restablished contact, for

they have news for us, news that concerns you, Guinivere".



Guinivere looked at Catdancer, startled anew by her beauty and the

raw animal magnetism that she posessed, and not just magnetism,

Guinivere was now experienced enough in the ways of world and of the

Sithe who were a lively vibrant race who shared partners regardless of

sex, Catdancer exuded sex appeal and she could tell that from the way

she was looking at Mouser that they had already been lovers, Guinivere

wasn't jealous on a personal level, except that Mouser had experienced

the obvious delights of Cat and she hadn't.



Yet.



Catdancer who still held Guniveres' hand stroked it slowly with the

tip of her finger and said,



"It is nice to finally meet you, My Lady Guinivere, The Prince has

told us much about you, it will be our pleasure to help you in any way

we can"



She had a rich voice, and she rolled her `r's', making it sound like

she was on the verge of purring.



"But call me Cat, everyone else does, some 19 moons ago we heard a

strange call from the earth, after extensive study we divined the

source of this call, it was the place that your people call the Land, to our

surprise it was inhabited, closer inspection revealed that those we call the

second race of antiquity were the inhabitants, it had been so long that we

assumed that the Daoine Sithe were a dead race, or perhaps a myth, in much the

same way as the Sithe regarded stories of the B'eundil as mere legend."



Here Mouser interrupted, drawing a look of displeasure from Cat.



"The call it seemed was the rupturing of the fabric of reality that

your Mother created when she attempted to move herself in time, and

ended up 1000 years in the future, the B'eundil have a different way

of gauging time than we do, they base it on the passing of the full

moon, where the B'eundil live they have three moons, that are in the

sky all the time, but once a year one of the moons is eclipsed by the

sun, that is the signal for a new year."



"As I was saying" Cat continued, "we traced the call and renewed

contact with the Sithe, for when Reality was torn asunder, the tear

did not heal properly, and something else slipped through, something

that lives on Cader Idris, something that has an unhealthy interest in

you, Guinivere"



"We, that is my LADY and I believe" Mouser said "that this is the

dark power that Romney has made a pact with, we couldnt understand

where or why he was so interested in you, but we beleive this is more

than just a play for Logres, there is much more at stake than just

this Land, we have to find out what and why"



Guinivere stared at them both, feeling rather scared, she felt a

distinct desire to run away somewhere, away from all talk of dark

powers, from the Daoine Sithe and most of all from the disturbing

proximity of the B'eundil, Cat, remembering the feel of her finger

stroking her hand, and the softness of her fur covered arm and the

jolt of desire as she envisioned her naked fur covered body.