Fic: Gift or Curse Chapter 1
X-Over: DWP with Laurel K. Hamilton’s Merry Gentry & Anita Blake ‘Verse
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What if Miranda was a powerful Master Vampire and Andy was blessed by a Faerie Fertility Goddess, prophesied to be together, all while running a fashion empire? Neither will be prepared for their ‘worlds’ converging or being unwitting pawns in a power-struggle in their supernatural/magical worlds.
Characters: Miranda, Andy, Lily, Doug, Nigel, Emily, Serena; Merry Gentry Series’ Characters; Anita Blake Series’ Characters
Shout-Out: Thanks to my betas - Melanacious and Seelyfey, I definitely couldn’t have done it without y’all. Also thanks to the Laurel K .Hamilton Fan Sites which were lifesavers in terms of research.
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada characters belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement. Also, I don't own Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake and Merry Gentry universe and I mean no infringement there either, I make no money from this.
Spoiler Alert for Merry Gentry Series
Chapter 1
Andy’s dreamscape was a draw on whether they were calm, soothing, sensuous or nightmarish. Sometimes Andy dreamt of a woman with hair like her’s, tri-colored golden eyes, and gleaming, movable inky patterns all over her skin. Huge black dogs, dark obsidian horses, and giant wolf all danced like shadows puppets across her skin. Sometimes they overlaid her body entirely. Andy often found this particular dream comforting. Almost like waking with a belly-full of warm oatmeal.
Other times, they were terrifying; filled with landscapes and figures that left Andy waking in resonating terror. In them, she was hunted by an entity she’d deemed the Dark One. It moved like an ominous oil stain across that spilt across the floor, eating up all light. She often pictured it creeping down New York Ave, shutting down the streetlamps and sending the animals scurrying in hopes of not being swallowed. Gruesome scenes always followed it in its wake-beautiful, broken bodies, wrenching screams and chilling visions of dark red blood cascading like ribbons through stale dead air. It was an oily darkness so severe you could barely make out your hand in front your face. Andy could often be found huddling in abject fear in a corner after such a dream. As if the oily darkness could reach out from her subconscious and seize her with its tentacles.
Other times the Dark One would sharpen into an actual figure no less terrifying: In those dreams, there was another woman with beautiful pitch-black hair that flowed long and sleek, almost eel-like across her shoulders. It seemed the most ‘alive’ thing about her. Everything else seemed to convey death and pain. Her skin was almost translucent, like moonlight, with full breasts, very tall, long gracefully proportioned limbs, muscled yet feminine. She was absolutely beautiful, but beautiful like a Black Mamba waiting for you to get closer, deadly intent emanating from her body. Dream Andy had never seen her face … and that was a huge relief. Her self-preservation told her that if that ever happened…It wouldn’t go well for her. Andy shivered, tension tightening her shoulders, the resonance of those dreams continued to echo on her conscious, clogging her with fear.
She had no idea what any of this meant, it was just an instinct. However, it was the other woman with brilliant, blood-red hair and glowing moonlight skin, that gave her an entirely different feeling; a sense of… belonging? Warmth? A recognition of… what, Andy had no idea. She’d woken up many times, looking frantically around, gasping, shaken, only to realize it was just a dream, the woman just beyond her grasp. She’d then felt a sense of loss so keen that she didn’t even realize that her face was wet with tears until she felt them tickle off the end of her chin. If only her dreams could somehow offer more information. She had a feeling that some of those answers would be important in “real life”. And if there was one thing that Andy had realized over the years as more of her special qualities have come “on-line,” it was that her instincts were her life-line.
The other people who featured strongly in her dreamscape also made her anxious, but at the same time filled with a sense of… yearning. There was a man with silver, Christmas tinsel-colored hair, an obsidian-onyx-colored man, with long gorgeous inky hair, and a Green Man with gleaming, mossy skin, and grassy colored hair. They all swirled throughout her dreams like a kaleidoscope. Another man that should have been more nightmarish because of the tentacle-like-things often waving wildly around him, wasn’t. For some reason the tentacles never scared her and only made her intensely curious. She could never see the faces of these people, she didn’t know who they were, but they appeared often enough in her dreams throughout the years - ever since puberty. She knew they were Fey, but she had no idea of what kind, because only the Fey looked like them: perfect, moonlight skin in some cases, hair-color that would be impossible to find in a bottle… and then there was the huge green dog. The Dog would appear at various times, interspersed with these individuals - sometimes in the beginning or at the end. But the Dog would often stop and just look at her - as if she were consciously standing in front of it.
She finally did some research on what this Dog looked like and the meaning of its appearance. The dog, it turned out, was known as Cu Sith: the Hound of the Sidhe. Its magic was powerful, wild and unpredictable. At the size of a pony, solid green, with huge yellow-green eyes, it was the official guard dog of the Mound where the Fey resided. They were thought to have disappeared, but Andy had seen them in her dreams even before she’d been compelled to look it up. What does this have to do with me, she wondered?
It frustrated her to no end because while she knew that the Fey existed, very few people ever met them. Everyone knew the general story of the Fey of course; Thomas Jefferson granted them asylum way back when after the Fey Wars between the Seelie Sidhe and Unseelie Sidhe (supposedly one represented the ‘light’ and the other represented the ‘dark’) nearly destroyed the Fey and everything else. The Treaty between Jefferson and the Fey stipulated that they couldn’t be worshipped as gods or goddesses and couldn’t practice any of their magic on humans. Violation of this would either be deportation or punishable by law.
Humans found them very fascinating. Who wouldn’t when you had beautiful women like Queen Andais of the Unseelie Court and stunningly handsome men like King Taranis of the Seelie Court? Of course there were other Fey who were neither Seelie nor Unseelie, and even had their own lesser courts, but the American public was fascinated by the Sidhe. And among the Sidhe, Princess Merry Gentry of the Unseelie Court was their favorite icon. The attention was unsurprising. Merry was the only American-born royalty and she lived in Los Angeles.
All this, Andy knew, because she’d always secretly found the Fey as fascinating as the rest of the world. Plus, she did a research paper on them for a World History class in high school. Not that she was one of those nuttily obsessed fairiephiles. She at least had some sort of life outside her fey obsession. Doug, on the other hand, was a TOTAL faeriephile - couldn’t get enough of them. He had all the posters, books, and fanzines the media churned out.
“Oh. My. God!” Doug would squeal while watching E-Networks’ The Chelsea Handler Show. “Did you see that Fendi bag Princess Merry was rockin’ last week?! I’m SOOO jealous!”
It was a wonder Doug hadn’t been put on one of the Fey and Supernatural Affairs watch-lists yet.
No, Andy’s fascination was different. It wasn’t the crazed obsession of a fan, or the frenzied curiosity of the media. For her, it was about exploring the feeling of kinship she felt with the Sidhe, and the need to know why she felt such kinship. It was all intensely personal for her, and even Lily and Doug didn’t have a clue how much time she spent thinking, reading, and dreaming about them. Sometimes Andy wondered if She Fey or even Sidhe. It would explain Andy’s intense reaction to her.
However, all of this was irrelevant because Andy’s current situation quickly brought her back into focus between a woman’s thighs, wetly slapping skin, and a quickly approaching monster orgasm.
***
Later on that week.
When Doug and Lily met Max, (Andy’s newest girlfriend) Andy had to remind them to not gawk. “Guys is it possible you can stop drooling? I get that she’s ridiculously hot - but that’s why we have lots of sex!”
She received a slap on the arm for her explanation, “Andy!” Max rolled her eyes in amusement and shook her head at her girlfriend.
Turning back to the group, Max held out her hand in greeting. “Hi! My name is Max.”
“How did you guys meet?” asked a still flabbergasted Lily.
Max was a pre-law student at DePaul University. They met as most people did: by accident - in a strip club. No, Max was not a stripper, although that didn’t stop her boss from hounding her to be a dancer. Max was a bartender, who thanks to a generous dose of great genes, made a killing on tips each night she worked. It was how she paid for school. Her parents stopped paying for her schooling when she came Out to them.
“Well...,” Andy couldn’t stop her grin from widening, “we met on an outing Dougie took me to earlier this week.”
Earlier that week, Doug and his friend Michael, taking their “gay pride intro” seriously, decided to take Andy to Baby’s Milk “Gentlemen’s Lounge” (aka strip club) as part of her indoctrination into the “gay life.” Andy remained dubious that this would be a place to find a nice girl. What kind of name was Baby’s Milk anyway?! I mean, are they kidding me?! However, she went along anyway, and had been, surprisingly, not disappointed.
***
Trailing Doug into the flashy of the strip club, Andy couldn’t help but roll her eyes and sigh heavily in disgust.”Now tell me again how I’m supposed to find a “someone” here? You do know that even lesbians don’t consider this a top choice for meeting potential dates right?”
“Heelllooo! You’re not supposed to find a “nice girl” just yet,” said Doug. “You have to get your feet wet first. Have sex, figure out what you like…,”
“I sorta already had sex with a woman!” Andy replied.
“Yeah, but that was for your show - or so you claimed, and you only kissed her while groping her breasts.” Doug pointed out. “We found it a lil’… odd then, but now we know the real reason for that little episode don’t we?” He waggled his eyebrows lecherously in her direction.
Andy just rolled her eyes again and didn’t merit him with a response. Instead, she took the moment to take a look around at the small club from their corner spot. The floor was filled with low tables and small sofa lounges like the one she was sitting on, and a catwalk stage at the center. With gleaming silver polls holding mostly naked women, the stage dominated the room. It was a nice view. So with the heavy base of the music thrumming against her skin, Andy sat back and tried to enjoy the experience.
Everything was fine until a scantily clad woman with gravity defying breasts began in gyrate directly in front of her. “Would you like a dance beautiful?” She asked, pushing herself into Andy. In response, Andy sprawled further into her chair and tried to shrink away.
“Umm…I gotta go get a drink,” she said, dashing off over the protests of Doug and Michael to the bar.
Andy needed to cool down. Her libido was raising its inconvenient head, and Andy was having a hard time controlling her urges. The scent of pussy had seared the inside of her nostrils immediately when she entered the club, and became excruciating when she sat near the stage. She was embarrassed and getting hornier by the second. Not really looking at the other patrons, some of whom were lecherously checking her out, Andy approached the bar and wondered how long she’d be able to stay before she did something she’d regret.
“You look like you could use this honey,” a voice said, before a murky purple-colored, drink landed in front of her. Andy looked up to find gorgeous brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, framed by long wavy brown hair. The bartender’s skin was like silky smooth café au lait and she was, in a word, hot! Once again, Andy didn’t realize that with her increasing libido her own beautiful tri-colored, gold-copper-brown eyes were becoming decidedly more heated.
“Thank you. What’s in that?” Andy said, gesturing towards the drink while having an extremely difficult time keeping her eyes off the woman’s lips.
“Hmm… let’s see, a little soothsayer, some divination, and ta-da, you have my special brew,” Gawd, she should bottle that voice and sell it as ‘sex, Andy thought.
“The name’s Max.” A graceful, long-fingered, hand enclosed Andy’s, and it was only through sheer will-power that Andy didn’t launch herself over the bar, throw Max against the wall, and slide her fingers in…, “Oh, ah, Andy. My name is Andy.” Andy could feel the full bloom blush spreading across her already heated skin.
It was only after a couple of Max’s potent drinks, introductions to Doug and Michael, a frantic dash to a taxi and Max’s apartment, that Andy realized how lucky she was. If you were going to “break in” your lesbian card, you couldn’t beat a woman who looked like Jungle Julia from Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof. Talk about a “test drive”.
***
3am found Max gripping the rails at the headboard with her gorgeous ass in the air, dripping with sweat and come. What was this; the 6th orgasm? When she felt Andy’s fingers swirling around her already swollen, hyper-sensitive, clit; making her hips buck and grind again and again onto Andy’s ‘cock’, Max realized she was going to have to re-schedule her study group later on today. She’d need to rest. “Oh God! I’m cumming… oh, god! Oh! Yes!” She wailed as her orgasm whipped through her body, eyes squeezing shut. She could feel her cum pouring out from between her thighs, the wetness increasing the clicking sound every time Andy moved inside her.
As Andy pounded into her body using a cork-screw motion to hit every nerve-ending inside her pulsating channel, Max felt another wave of orgasm crest. If she’d looked behind her at that moment, she’d have seen Andy glowing like a luminescent light.
Andy’s now glowing tri-colored eyes watched voraciously as her ‘cock’ slid in and out of Max’s cunt. “Gosh you should see how beautiful and nasty this looks,” Andy gasped as her hips undulated, “- the way your pussy grabs onto my cock is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like you don’t want me to ever pull out do you? Who knew I could make you this wet?!”
Andy could feel her orgasm gaining strength and she knew it was gonna be the biggest one of the night. Her hand dug into the side of Max’s torso, while the other continued to swirl over Max’s clit. She leaned down, long, dark, sweat-dampened hair falling messily over her lover’s shoulder and she nuzzled the small hollow in the crook of Max’s neck. The urge to bite down hard was very, very, strong. She could almost smell the blood-metallic, with hints of cinnamon-racing through Max’s veins. It was as if all the previous orgasms were building up to this point and like the others, it wasn’t Max that brought her over the edge. It was Her. The memory of piercing blue eyes flashed through Andy’s mind as her swollen clit throbbed rhythmically. Brought to the very precipice of the abyss, Andy gave into her instincts and bit down. Bright, blinding orgasm ripped through her being, and Andy could hear Max’s answering howl as they both lost themselves within the intoxicating mixture of blood, lust and pain.
“Jesus!” gasped a limp Max. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before???”