#elain gate

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Following Eris’s takeover of the Autumn Court stripping Beron of his former power, He was banished from the lands, never to set foot in Autumn again. 

Beron hearing of Tamlin’s mercy of his ‘son’ his first move once escaping the forest palace was to run to the southern border, his neighbor, Spring.

He was stripped of his royal regalia, his fine clothes, his jewels he fought so hard to keep were ripped off and thrown to the side, forgotten. Like his fate would eventually be. 

For the first time since he was a young boy he felt fear, not of being killed by his own son, it was expected, but of feeling powerless it had been centuries of living with the might of Autumn running through his veins it became second nature to call forward this power. No more.

On foot Beron was running through the forests, the autumn leaves dotting the trees and forest floor, making the world look the same, he was bound to get lost, stumbling over a protruding tree root caused him to tumble to the floor, pain sprung from his hands and knees, looking down Beron could see the skin shredded and the blood beginning to pool, this was bad, more than just being injured but the beasts that lurked in the forests, that Beron himself had let run wild, unchecked, would stalk towards him at lethal speeds, eat him raw and leave only his bones to be retaken by nature. 

Getting up Beron picked a direction and ran he would not have to rest and heal himself using normal fey means, sprinting away the trickles of blood from his hands and knees that marked his movements began to fall, he had to make it to spring to beg for mercy from Tamlin, it was mortifying but the only way to regain his power and give himself a chance to survive.

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Seeing the green in the distance gave him the brief sliver of hope, he was almost at the border, he could hear the footfalls of both beast and fey alike gaining ground he could see his life ahead and his death behind, when had everything gone so wrong 

Reaching the green leaves he could feel the thrum of power wash over him running through the border, the wards over the court allowing him entry looking behind him he could see Autumn soldiers and the mythical bloodthirsty animals in their tow. As they approached the border a spike of fear ran through Berons spine. If he could enter why not them. But they were not granted entry instead being bounced off Beron would have laughed if he was sure the High Lord would house him in the court. 

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After walking through the court the fawna was unlike those in Autumn they were vibrant and lush the dew on the grassy ground supported his steps as he wandered through trying to find a sign of fey life. 

A rustle of the trees was all he needed to know he wasn’t alone. The voice of the High Lord rang through all sides of the forest surrounding him like he was disguised as the green around him, it was unknown how Tamlin’s shapeshifting worked and the limitations of it, it was a well kept secret of the royal family.

“Beron are you blind”

“-what” Beron said confused 

“You seem to have stumbled into the wrong court”

“I was let in, the borders” said Beron, Tamlin walked towards him his beast form was a hulking wolf like form with antlers adorning his head, 

“I hear there is a new High Lord of Autumn, I’m surprised you're still alive” Tamlin said shifting into his high fey form the bones and muscles reshaping in a gruesome display of contortion remaking themselves into form. 

Beron flinched back 

“So am I” Beron said “I hope you will not take it too soon”

“You were a faithful ally, it would be regretful to kill you where you stand”

“I would like to claim sanctuary in your court”

“I assumed so, I accept your claim, follow me”

And with that Tamlin stalked away from Beron leaving him nothing other to do than follow 

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The day progressed and Beron was wined and dined by the Lord of Spring the ornate dining room had been destroyed when Hybern made their stay in Spring so they ate in one of Tamlin’s private rooms, one of those rooms you would dine with a confidant out of the eye and ear of the courtesans and staff. 

For two people who historically had disagreed on many subject and it was true they had different dispositions and temperament, the dinner was more than amicable but one of the first likable dinners Beron had in years, Tamlin dispute his faults provided a decent meal and his features provided a more than decent display.  

Six glasses deep into Spring wine, truly Beron should have imported more of it into his stores, fey naturally have a higher immunity to alcohol, a high lord even more so, but Beron underestimated his tolerance and was now laughing deeply at Tamlin’s stupid jokes his cheeks were blushed, if he had more sense in his brain he would have been embarrassed at his lack of propriety. Tamlin had held his wine better, with grace, yet his half lidded eyes staring into his dripped with lust, more than the wine warmed Beron’s body as his blood rushed towards his dick.

Berons thoughts were betraying him, he was across from Tamlin the low light from the candles softened Tamlin’s harsh features, his arms resting on the table were cover with sleeves but the toned arms were still clearly there, his hands

oh

his hands

What Beron would do to have those hands wrap around his throat, to squeeze and have his breath constricted, his dick twitched at the thought, Beron saw the monster lurking under the beautiful male’s skin, he knew the stories and rumors about the High King of Spring’s trists, he could only imagine what power that beast would unleash, and he craved it, after years of being the one in control, the domineering one in any relationship, he had lost his centuries long control over Autumn and it was if the dam broke, he needed it, he craved it 

“You see something you like?”, Tamlin said breaking into Berons mind, hearing Tamlin’s voice broke him from his trance the fork in his hand was bent crooked and partially melting in his hand, 

“So what if I do, what are you going to do about that?” leaning forward in challenge

“If you're that desperate why don't you come over and show me what you like so  much”

“You bastard”

Tamlin laughed a deep guttural laugh, which Beron quickly shut up by pouncing over the table, their lips connect, Beron kneeling on the table leaning onto Tamlin for support, One of Tamlin’s hands holding his waist, another palms his face. 

He moans into his mouth, the strong capable hands keeping him in place. 

Breaking apart for a moment, Tamlin breath is as ragged as his arms are tense, Tamins mind and body at war, Beron could smell him, his musk smelled of the dew in the morning and crisp wind

Next thing he knew Tamlin’s mouth was on his neck, his smoothly shaven face attacking his bristly skin. Sucking a purple mark on his pulse point, Beron let out a pathetically loud whine

Tamlin Chuckled into his neck as he pulled Beron onto his lap, straddling him, the contact of their bodies made him moan again, he needed more of him, to feel his bare skin, the thought of that made Beron roll his hips he could feel Tamlin he was hard beneath him and he let out a wanton moan.

“So Needy, Are you truly that desperate” Tamlin laughed

Beron snarled at him but his heart wasn’t behind it it sounded almost like a moan

“Aww, do you like that, the high and mighty Beron Vanserra, do you like to submit” teased Tamlin, Beron lowered his head in embarrassment

“Don’t make me beg” Beron said in a low voice, pleading

“What is it that you want then ” Tamlin said grasping Beron’s chin harshly to make him look at him “Tell me”

Beron tried to speak but his words couldn’t find him instead he palmed at Tamlin’s pants

“Use your words” He said sternly 

“Let me” He grabbed at Tamlin, trying to untie his pants in his fervor failing to do so but getting the point across 

“On your knees” He commanded, Beron quickly shuffled onto the floor in front of Tamlin, looking up at the High Lord he saw a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a smug smile,“I would have thought you put up more of a fight, with fathering seven children I thought you would be well pleased or are you just a wanton male”

“Perhaps there is not a supply of what I want in Autumn” Beron says now successfully undoing Tamlin’s pants and pulling out his cock. It was long and girthy standing upright it almost slapped Beron in his face. Precum was leaking from the head

Beron thumbed his head smearing precum across him before licking from the base to the head, then he took him whole,  he started at a slow pace wanting to feel all of him but he soon felt Tamlin’s hand grip his now tousled hair, Beron is forced into a relentless pace and it isn’t long before the salty taste of cum in filling up Beron’s mouth, he does his best to swallow what he can but when he forces Tamlin to break his hold on his scalp, the white liquid dribbled from his mouth and onto his shirt.