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Your parents just sold you as their firstborn to a fey. The problem is that you’re already an adult.

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Call me Liam Durya. It’s a name I chose for myself. Reasons why should become evident soon.

I suppose I should not have been surprised they did it. After all, they didn’t like me. It was a confluence of things that they hated. To my father, I was useless, because I could not use the antique farm implements. Some weird quirk of luck meant that all those implements simply fell apart or somehow broke if I so much as touched them. I might as well have considered myself to be cursed. To my mother, despite being a strong man, because I wanted to cook and clean and love a person of my same gender, and raise a family with him, I was useless, because I would never provide her with grandchildren.

In order to become independent of those hateful, spiteful people, I left as soon as I legally could, and joined the military. To say that my physical size and strength did not stop abuse would be putting it lightly. I am no mage, which put me at odds with a VERY large majority of those who considered themselves mages. Countless spells of varying types were lobbed at me, very often causing me to end up in the healer’s tents and houses, recovering from massive spell damage. I survived, though, and did my entire six year tour, leaving, surprisingly, with the title of Field Lieutenant, not that there was any compensation to be had after one left the military. I was forced, yet again, to make something of myself. Eventually, I came to own a small home, a cottage that was run down and rather ratty, but I cleaned it up and made it as much of a home as I could, building practically everything by hand.

So, about ten years AFTER I had left home, I suddenly found myself no longer in my uncomfortable cot in my cottage, but now in a massive, extraordinarily comfortable and soft bed, nothing like what I had become used to. I carefully got up, realizing not only had I been sleeping on a beautiful bed, I had also somehow been regenerated from the various wounds I had accrued during my six-year tour as a soldier, which, as I previously mentioned, had garnered me no small amount of abuse. To my eye, it looked as if my body no longer maintained the record of such abuse, and for that I was thankful, if quite confused.

I found a robe hanging from a hook, with a note, written in a firm yet elegant hand, that read, “Hello, Liam. Please wear this robe and make your way from this room to the office at the end of the corridor, turning left as you exit this room. We have much to discuss, and I have much to explain, but I hope my explanations will suffice. When you are ready, please come see me in my office.

Alinaulurin of the House of Cloud.

I read through the note, which to be honest left me with more than a few questions by its mere existence. I shrugged and put on the robe, finding it fit me very well, and was extremely comfortable. I fastened it using the buttons and belt provided, then padded my way in the indicated direction. If I was going to learn anything about what had happened to me, I was going to have to move forward as I always had, do what needed done, and somehow not die as a result.

As I walked down the corridor to the office, I noticed that while it was beautiful and opulent, the home, as it turned out to be, was not egregiously opulent, but supremely comfortable and quite desirable, and I thought at the time that I could easily get used to this. The door to the office was pretty unassuming, a bit wide and tall, but not imposing or in any way out of place. I gently knocked, and the door swung open to reveal a lovely office. There, at the window, was a man, obviously not human, given the pointed ears, the thin, yet somehow still svelte body, and ethereal aura that seemed to swirl about him, not really perceptible by the eyes, but more of a… sensation. I gulped, not in fear, but with a little bit of nervousness. He was the definition of male beauty.

Before I could speak, he turned and gave me a smile that went right through me, and spoke in this soft, somewhat high voice, certainly higher than my own, “Oh, wonderful! You are awake! I am so glad the healing worked as intended.” He turned, and said, “I am Alinaulurin of the House of Cloud, and the lord of said house. You can call me Alin. We have a lot to discuss. Won’t you sit and join me for tea?”

I swallowed the sudden tightness in my throat, and sat where indicated, and nodded, and forced out, “Tea would be good.” Almost instantly, tea appeared, along with lovely looking biscuits and cake, all of which smelled wonderful. I took the tea, swallowed a little bit, and felt instant relief of my throat tightness.

Alin sat nearby, close enough to touch, but just. He said, “You have heard of my house?”

I nodded, and said, “House of Cloud, the Fey house known for governing the realm of Firecloud Mountains, often thought to be warlike, but I have had my doubts about that being absolutely true. What is more likely is that your house has cultivated rumors that start randomly, in order to protect yourselves. The main question is, Alin, why am I here?”

Alin smiled sadly, and pulled out a scroll. “What I have to tell you isn’t what I would like, but it is the truth. In this dimension, we of fey blood must speak the truth. Your parents… There is no easy way to say this, but they sold you, their firstborn, to me in exchange for a pot of gold.”

I sighed, and leaned back, and shook my head. “I assume you know I am an adult of my race?”

“I know, Liam. Before I agreed to do so, I read their minds.” He took a shaky breath, and then said, “The things they did to you, and allowed to be done to you, I could not easily allow it to continue, so I agreed. The thing is, the contract states that I am to marry you. I do not wish to violate contracts, but I still believe in consent.”

I nod, rolling my eyes. “I am not particularly surprised, Alin, but I have to ask, would you be active or passive?”

Alin laughed brightly, and touched my leg. “Oh, my dear soldier man, I am naturally passive. I prefer bottoming, being fucked into the bed.”

That caused me to blush deeply. I gulped a bit more tea, and then said, “To be frank, I thought your people were far more… staid than you appear to be.”

Alin actually giggled, and said, “Oh stars, no. In fact, there would be an amount of support for calling us a wild race. To use words with which you would be familiar, we can be quite… kinky.”

“I have had one lover, in the past, when I was in the military, but that didn’t last long. So, I don’t know a lot about the ways of love and sex.” I had to be honest, that while not a virgin, I wasn’t well experienced.

Alin smiled, and said, “Oh, if you accept being my husband, I will certainly show you all I know.”

I thought for a period of time, weighing the positives and negatives of the situation. I had to leave my old life, but I was coming into a much better life. Sure, I knew nothing about living with Fey, but Alin seemed to be the kind that would be a patient teacher, as well as a sexy one, as I admitted as much to myself.

I said softly, “If I accept, may I have a small boon?”

Alin nodded, and said, “If I can provide it.”

I looked up at Alin, and said, “If possible, let a curse rest upon those that sold me, one that will turn their gold to dust and leave them in the same poor state I was in when they sold me.”

Alin got a fierce grin on his face, and I could see the vengeance in his eyes. “It will be my distinct pleasure, Liam.”

I smiled, and said, “Then, my husband, teach me.”