Finishing in Talia's mouth, I push the woman away as she tries to nuzzle her face against my cock.
Not because I don't enjoy…the cuddling but because my instincts are suddenly blaring that my Erica needs me.
Somehow managing to take off at a full sprint heading for Erica's house even as I struggle to fix my pants.
I'm not even to the back door, yet I can smell blood, and hear pained…labored breathing, bursting through the door.
Stomping into the living room, I find Erica's mother on the floor, a small pool of blood having formed around her head.
Kneeling down beside the injured woman who is the mother of my mate. I very gently rest my hand on her shoulder only to receive the violent action of Cory trying to claw my face off while screaming.
"Shh-shh, Cory…it's me Stiles. I'm not going to hurt you." I keep my voice soft and it draws a whimper out of Erica's mother.
Who desperately grabs my shirt and lifts herself up which reveals to me that half of her face is caved in with little fragments of her broken cheek bones and fractured teeth sticking out through her mangled cheek, combine the blood spurting out of her mouth every few seconds, she paints a grizzly sight.
My heart clenches as the wolf rages inside of me while Cory somehow manages to press her forehead against my collar bone.
"Stiles…you have to save her!" Cory manages to slur through a murmured/choked sob.
Tamping down on my werewolf-y issues enough that I can begin using healing hands on her while maneuvering Cory and I from the floor to her living room couch.
"Don't worry about Erica, right now I need to take care of you, my beautiful…mother in law." At my gentle words Cory tries to snuggle closer to me, something that I had somehow ignored up to this point becomes obvious to me now and that is that Cory's legs and arms have been twisted into angles, the human body just wasn't designed for.
'Wow, who did this to her? How is she even still conscious?!' My healing abilities aren't working as fast on Cory as they have on other people. It may be because she's not entirely human, but that doesn't quite track either.
My healing also doesn't seem to be painless for her either so using a mix of thorn curse and my werewolf ability to absorb pain I lessen her pain and turn it into a very gentle feeling of euphoria.
Not even a quarter of the way through Cory's treatment she orgasms and falls unconscious.
'Where is Erica? She wouldn't leave her mother like this willingly! If someone hurt, my Erica. I'll make what was done to Cory look like a relaxing day at the spa…if they took her from me I'll make sure their pain is eternal, a never ending cycle of healing and torment!'
Once Cory is stable I gently lift her up and carry her into her bedroom, ripping off her clothes so I can get a better look at her injuries.
It's sickening who ever did this to her is a cruel son of a bitch.
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On Earth only a handful of minutes has passed since Erica followed her grandmother through the portal into the Fae realms.
For Erica it has been twenty years, after the ritual that expelled the her werejaguar side her grandmother made her into a full Fae and then when she asked to go home.
Her grandmother put her in iron chains that burn and leave her weak and docile or at least that's what her grandmother thought but…Erica wasn't just part Fae, she was part Grimm, and she was the woman of Stiles she wasn't going to be gifted to another man like a pretty souvenir from the big city to some country hick.
But most importantly she wouldn't lose her and Stiles's baby. Erica smiles as she ambles over to the small table where her daughter is laying out the silverware.
The fight against her cousin had not been easy and it left her permanently scared and disfigured. Which is probably why her cunt of a grandmother didn't kill her for killing one of her many grandchildren.
'She looks so much like her father when she's in the kitchen.' Erica can't help but think as a pang of sadness lanced through her heart.
She had once thought Stiles would come and save her…save their daughter but he hasn't come. And he never will come to save them. He can't, only a full Fae can open the portals to the Fae lands from earth and only the Queens and Kings of the fae can open a portal from the lands to earth.
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Stiles 1 week later
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"YOUR A FUCKING DRUID! AND YOU'RE A FUCKING FAE ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TELLING ME THAT THERE IS NO WAY FOR ME TO GET TO THE FAE LAND TO SAVE ERICA?!" I know shouting isn't constructive but I already crumbled up the stainless steel operating table on Deaton's clinic during my last outburst of impotent rage.
"Yes, that is what I'm telling you…" Deaton, the former Hale Pack Druid emissary. Slowly backs away from me and closer to a shelf where he keeps some jarred herbs that he can turn into deadly spells.
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath while forcing my extended claws into the palms of my hands, to help bring my temper under control through pain.
While Cory gently hugs me from behind. "I'm sorry for my outburst Doctor Deaton…I-I just…I have to get her back." My apology makes Deaton pause in his retreat.
"I wish there was more I could do Stiles…but my hands are tied."
"I understand…Cory can you get yourself home? I need to clear my head."
"Of course…go I'll be fine." Cory gently reassures me while reluctantly separating herself from my back.
Leaving Deaton's clinic I shut my brain off and just run, that only works for a few blissful moments before flashes of Erica flicker through my mind.
I feel my body come to a stop, while a vision of Erica illuminated by the light of a fire smiles at me, her hand pressed against a swollen belly.
"She's going to come any day now Stiles…our baby girl…I bet she'll have your eyes and nose." Erica says to me in a way that I know she's trying to get a rise out of me.
Shaking away the image of her and our unborn child that is purely fantasy, I find myself in front of the stump of the nemoton.
There is a feeling of power here, the moonlight of a the solstice moon is shining down on both the magical tree stump and me.
'This was a place of druidic worship where sacrifices were made…a lot of druids didn't just worship nature but worshiped the fae as well…even having powerful patrons in the courts…'
"Let's see if I still remember those Archaic Garlic lessons my grandmother used to give me in past life stuck…in my head." An idea fills my head but instead of thinking things through…like taking into account repercussions.
I extend my left arm out over the nemoton, extend the claws of my right hand and proceed to bury them into my left arm.
Blood begins to fall like raindrops onto the stump.
"Fócbaim m'fhuil ina díri do chuirtib in Choimded, co rissam slán i nglasaib glasaib glé-úra Glasmag Fáth …a fhírén, a fhírén!" I cringe a bit at my own words which in English would be, I offer my blood as payment to the courts of the Fae Lands, for safe passage into the emerald Green lands of the summer fae court.
And though my words aren't quite a spell, I have intent, desire and most importantly blood that is chuck full of werewolf-y, Grimm…magic.
There's a ripple and then a redcap walks out from behind an oak tree gives me a look and begins to look like he's about to fuck off back to the fae realms but I'm on him in an instant.
"Get off of me you abomination!" The redcap snarls at me but I growl right back.
"The Queen of the summer court took something that belongs to me. You can either help me get it back or if it no longer exists. You can claim credit for killing the bitch after I'm done ripping her to shreds of fae jerky."