A Weekend Affair # 2 - The Black Breakfast

[Hex]

Alek: “You know, I can get you a fresh one. Or several, if you’d like.”

Brienne shrugged.

"So can I."

He tossed the head to the ground, the sound like a wet ball hitting the floor. She pouted a moment, sad that her toy was disregarded. Then she was over it. Brienne suggested that Alek not go into Ashley's room because she was playing house with her dog. And people thought she was sick.

Alek: “I don’t enter my Queen’s bedroom unless I have to.”

She let out a little laugh, the obvious disgust in Alek's tone about Ashley not lost to Brienne. It was amusing how much he hated Ashley. She could probably convince him to kill her this weekend. A mutiny amongst the Americans? Now that would be a weekend worth talking about. Brienne casually asked Alek why Ashley was even Queen to begin with. She was mediocre in every way. Looks, presentation, looks, ability, looks, power, looks. Brienne's eyes played along Alek's body as a smile crept along her glossy lips. She could tell the only reason the Red Court was still functioning was because of him.

Alek: “I know. The folly of youth. She's good in a fight, and the mercs like her."

"They do tend to love unwanted trash."

Brienne added flippantly.

Alek: "But she is certainly not what I would choose now.”

"I can help you with that. A little crack here...[tracing her sternum] a little snap there...[her fingers slid up along her neck] And no one would be the wiser."

Brienne smirked, her icy eyes studying him for his reaction.

"Kidding....unfortunately."

She wasn't. But politics. Yada yada. Alek took a step toward his bedroom door which was adjacent to Ashley's, opening it before looking at her.

Brienne: “Now. Shall I call for an unwilling victim or two to be brought to the dungeon, or...Do you want to work up an appetite first?”

Brienne grinned, walking up to Alek and pushing her body tightly along his as she entered his room. There was enough space between him and the door, but why leave such a sculpted body untouched? It was sinful.

"I'm famished..."

Brienne lifted to her toes, taking Alek's lip between her teeth and tugging it before letting go.

"How about you make me scream so your Queen and her puppy can hear?"

Brienne moved past Alek, stripping off her top as she approached his bed.

"I do love an audience."

Turning around, her fingers undid the buttons of her black pants and slipped them off her hips, letting the material pool at her feet.

 

[Orion]

The Hellfire Club - - The Great Hall

Zach had led the young carpenter’s apprentice back to the Great Hall, primed and ready for the European White Queen, who sat in the shade, her face shrouded under her white hooded cape. There was a curious exchange between the Vampire and the Voodoo Queen, wherein Juliette promised Brienne the boy when she was done. Zach graciously excused himself to head back to his seat, and then there was the announcement.

So John was King now. Zach clapped joyously, honestly happy for the former Black Rook, even if he did feel a tinge of disappointment at the realization that Ava would no longer be so available. But it was obvious now, that Ava was smitten with Steele, whom Zach had always known was head-over-heels in Love with the Black Queen.

There was a roiling tide of emotions in the room at the moment, some pleasant, some not so much. The more interesting ones were the pained. Amanda, with her jealous agony. She fled the room, with Alek hot on her trail. Ashley, with her sorrowful misery, managed to stay but didn’t much bother hiding her distress. AJ did his best to console her, it seemed, but of course Zach would have faired much better with the Red Queen.

He considered lending a hand (and stealing Ashley away from her monopolizing Knight), but instead decided that Erika was the one most in need of his help. Her turmoil was the loudest to him, even if she was hiding it well from the others. As soon as he sat, she seized his hand. He gave her tranquility immediately, and for a short while that worked, but her emotions were unruly, even for a skilled empath such as himself. Her feelings didn’t build like the rising tide, they struck like lightning, randomly searing through her with no warning whatsoever. It was all Zach could do to just react, and try to calm her. He leaned against her chair, his arm on the back of it, his mouth at her ear, a whisper of concern.

“Erika....”

Erika: You've been an excellent escort, Zach..but I'm feeling a bit under the weather..and I'd like to take a nap before we head to Arklay. I'll see you soon.

He nodded reluctantly, with the nagging urge to go after her, but he remained in his seat as he watched her leave. Even after she was gone he could still sense her torment, but every time he made his mind up to go to her, she’d emanate a new sense of calm, and so he stayed. To distract himself, he asked Bretta how she was liking her stay, as he ate his breakfast.

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club - - The White Royal Suite

She had to stop him at the breakfast table, not because she ever cared if anyone saw them, but because this time, she wanted the intimacy of their bedroom. It was, admittedly, a rare request on her part, but she was feeling quite a bit more than usual. She bit her bottom lip as he kissed her neck, his scruff like sandpaper on her skin. His teeth on her ear made her shudder with desire.

Cameron: I want you so bad.

“Prove it.”

She challenged with a smirk, taking his hand from her lap as they left their seats and the Great Hall without another word to anyone. She didn’t bother with the buttons of his shirt. This was not the first time they’d showered down to the floor, and it wouldn’t be the last. He was attacking her dress like he hated it on her, then his lips were on her skin, and she was stripping his pants off, guiding him inside, and they were falling into bed. She moaned at the feel of him, the ease of an ache that had been building since the last time they were together. She was lifting her hips up to meet his, as her hands slid up his arms and shoulders, when he paused and brought it all to a halt, leaving her desperately breathless.

“Cameron??”

Cameron: Do you want this, Haleigh?

“That’s a rhetorical question, right?”

She asked in mild confusion, relaxing back into the bed, her legs refusing to let him go, whatever his hesitation was about.

Cameron: Do you truly want to have my child? Would you be happy?

She stared up at him. This might have been the only time, ever, that she did not have a quick quip already holstered and ready to fire off. She had never let herself want children. She was unable to have them, and so why would she have tormented herself with a dream that could never be? It would have been illogical to do so. But now there was something different. A new possibility had given life to a fresh desire, and yet it wasn’t just some vague biological imperative, that any baby, from any genetically suitable male would do. She would have his child, or none at all. She didn’t have to tell him all these thoughts. He knew them as soon as she did, so she just smiled, as her hands continued across broad shoulders to clutch either side of his face, when he leaned down for a tender kiss.

“How could I not be happy, if it gives you joy?”

Cameron: I'll die if you are unhappy...

“Darling, if you die, I’ll be very unhappy.”

She warned, her arms going around his neck to pull him down closer, her lips seeking his again. She rolled them then, pushing him onto his back and laying her chest against his as she rolled her hips steadily.

 

[Savage]

The Hellfire Club - - The Red Queen’s Chambers

She was laid across his lap, and he couldn’t resist running his hands along Her body, as they talked of their human lives, and how many children they might have had if they’d been human together. He would’ve given Her all she wanted, even back then, and he told Her so.

Ash: Do you think you could have restrained yourself?

His smile had a lascivious twist.

“Probably not. But which mere mortal could withstand such beauty? I can’t even restrain myself now.”

They kissed for a long while, and AJ just enjoyed it now, instead of rushing through it greedily, excited for the next thing, hurried to have Her. When they stopped for a moment, he suggested a vacation to his cabin in the woods.

Ash: That sounds wonderful. Just us, alone. No city lights, no phones. A fire in the hearth.

“With a haunch of moose roasting on a spit...”

Ash: And only eat what we killed, like in the old days.

He smiled, able to see it already, wanting to be there. He played with the tie to Her dress.

“A fur blanket over us, and not much else...”

The look She gave him sent his pulse racing down low.

Ash: Though, we might starve, if we never leave our bed.

“I would feed you in bed, My Queen Ashley. Here, or there, you will want for nothing.”

She was undoing his pants, and pushing his shirt up his chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He shook his head to get his wild hair to settle back down, but She stopped kissing his chest to lay back down in his lap.

Ash: But we won’t go hungry today.

“No, not when we can have food brought to us with the snap of Your fingers. But....”

He was tugging Her dress untied. He pushed Her dress open slowly, his gaze taking Her in inch by inch.

“I had a big breakfast....”

He slid his arms under Her, shifting Her from his lap, moving Her to the side.

“And I’m hungry for something else now.”

He said, and his mouth fell upon Hers again, briefly this time, before moving on to Her throat. He kissed a path to Her breasts, and spent some time trying to decide which tasted better. Then he made his way down Her abdomen, skipping over Her sex in favor of nipping at Her thighs playfully until She spread them wide enough for him to fit between them. He tasted Her, slowly at first, but soon it was as if he really were hungry, ravenous even.

 

[Valkyrie]

The Red Queen's Chambers

She liked the way his smile changed, when she asked him if he could have restrained himself in order to limit their number of children. She knew that he could not have. And his hands, oh his hands, stroking her body, slowly, teasingly. She was like a cannon about to explode.

“Probably not. But which mere mortal could withstand such beauty? I can’t even restrain myself now.”

Her pulse quickened.

"Good."

The truth was, of course, that she could not have stayed away from him if she'd wanted to. She pulled him down to her mouth, and they kissed, keeping the slow burn, not rushing as they normally did. And she liked it, wanting him no less than usual - more even - but wanting it to last. She felt his love in the way he kissed her, and she savored it. His lips were so soft, for such a rough man. When they finally had to breathe, he suggested they get away once they Europeans left, and nothing sounded better to her than the cabin in the forest that he suggested.

“With a haunch of moose roasting on a spit...”

She licked her lips, the taste and smell making her mouth water already. She could picture the scene, the only light that from the fire.

“A fur blanket over us, and not much else...”

It was as if he pulling the images from her mind.

"Nothing else."

She gazed at his beautiful eyes, and it was clear from her expression that there was no turning back now. She suggested playfully that they might starve, though, if they never left their bed.

“I would feed you in bed, My Queen Ashley. Here, or there, you will want for nothing.”

"You always make sure of that, my Savage. My love..."

She undid the button on his jeans, pushed his shirt up so she could kiss his chest. He pulled it off in one of those motions he had that somehow managed to be primal though doing such a basic thing. She laid back down, looking at him above her like a god, his hair as wild as he was. Her body called to him as if it were a magnet. There was no chance of them going hungry today, they need not fear staying in bed too long.

“No, not when we can have food brought to us with the snap of Your fingers. But....I had a big breakfast....”

She smile naughtily, sharply breathing in as his hands finally untied her dress, pushing it open agonizingly slowly. Moving her from his lap.

“And I’m hungry for something else now.”

"I'll never deny you..."

And then his mouth was on her lips, and his hot skin against her own. His lips traveled to her throat, then her breasts, and she made little sounds of pleasure while her hands sought places to touch him. She moaned, feeling his hot breath between her legs, but he teased her by traveling to her thighs instead. She raised her head to look at him, her legs slowly widening, until he was upon her hungrily. She moaned loudly then, her head falling back onto the pillow, her body beginning to writhe under his mouth. Her hands slid into his hair. She was already breathless.

"AJ...yes...oh gods yes..."

She felt herself tightening, one hand traveled up over her body to take hold of the arm of the sofa. She started to cry out, getting louder the closer she came. The feeling was driving her mad, like an itch that she could never scratch. And then finally her back arched, and her body shook, bucking with each touch of his tongue on her as a warm euphoria spread over her. Her skin felt like it was being rubbed all over by a soft fur. But she wasn't done - if anything, she needed him more. Her hands pulled at him.

"I want you...please...here..."

 

[Steel]

Their Room

He hated that he had upset her, and he stroked and kissed her, telling her he loved her, to comfort her.

"I meant what I said...I would marry you today, John. Or any other day after if you'd have me...."

"I would have you every second of every day. Forever."

He opened his mouth, to say something about her acting hastily, but she stopped him.

"And no, i'm not being irrational. [she smiled knowing how he thought] I'm being honest."

He smiled, his hand running down the skin of her back.

"Ava, you are a Queen. Even if you weren't the Black Queen, you would still be a queen. My queen. And as much as I want to have the mayor dragged to our bedroom to make you my wife...you deserve more than that. You should have the perfect day. We don't need to rush."

He reached down to take her hand, the one whose ring mirrored his own. He had been married to her since the day they'd met - a little longer would make no difference. She kissed him softly, making him smile against her lips, until she started leading him back towards their bed. The kiss became more urgent then, and he tasted her greedily, feeling her desire just as hot as his own. He pushed her backwards onto the bed, climbing onto it with her, hands pushing her legs apart. He took her in one swift movement before sliding rapidly in and out between her thighs. He needed her fast this time, overcome with his desire. His mouth claimed hers, his hands roamed her body.

"You are everything...all I need is you...Ava..."

 

[Persephone]

Ava had told him in no uncertain terms that she would be his wife tonight and forever, wanting him to know that there would be no one else for her. She was his, always, despite the hiccup of Archer Fairchild. It sounded irrational and rushed, but she quickly stopped him and told him she wasn't being foolish just telling the truth. He smiled, in that way that made her heart skip a beat, before taking her hand that held her black diamond ring that mirrored his.

John: "Ava, you are a Queen. Even if you weren't the Black Queen, you would still be a queen. My queen. And as much as I want to have the mayor dragged to our bedroom to make you my wife...you deserve more than that. You should have the perfect day. We don't need to rush."

It was her turn to smile, twisting her hand that he held so she could interlink their fingers together. She gently nodded, knowing he wanted to give her everything she wanted even if what she wanted was a judge to come into their chambers and marry them today. But he wanted to spoil her and give her the world, so she would let him. To make him happy. His happiness trumped everything else, even her need.

"One day soon."

She murmured as she brought her lips to his, softly kissing him. She could feel him smile against her mouth causing her to let a little giggle escape between them before connecting their lips more deeply. She began to walk backwards towards the bed, her tongue dancing with his heatedly. Ava softly moaned between their kiss, her need for him much more primal now than before. She could feel the urgency in John's kiss, knowing he needed her just as badly as she him. He pushed her back onto the bed, Ava's breathing escalated as she looked up at him climb on top of her.

"John I-"

His hands were already pushing her legs apart and he was within her before she could tell him she needed him immediately. Ava cried out at the feeling of him taking her so quickly and hard, his primal need exciting her like none other.

"Fuck babe..."

She moaned out as John's hips rapidly hit hers with no end in sight. He was fucking her like it was his lifeline, fast and hard. She clawed at his back, her body shifting up the bed with each thrust. Her sounds of pleasure with each connection filled the room until John's mouth was on hers muffling the noises. His hands slid up the contours of her body while hers gripped onto him tightly.

John: "You are everything...all I need is you...Ava..."

Her breathing was rapid, the pleasure he was giving her overwhelming.

"I'm yours....i'm all yours..."

She managed to respond before crying out at his hard thrusts. He was extremely well endowed, filling her so completely that each movement was like electricity flowing throughout her body. Ava could feel her body tensing as the build in pressure began to sweep over her body, her moans and cries of pleasure getting louder and louder. She clawed at the blankets of the bed with one hand while the other held John's back to keep herself anchored to him. Then finally, her body began to tremor under him as the wave crashed over her, coming hard and long. Her pleasure filled cries filled the room, her sex contracting around his, and in that moment everything that caused them to fight earlier disappeared into the distance.

 

[Berserker]

Alek's Suite

Alek offered to procure some victims for Brienne, but she wasn't impressed, saying she could get her own. He felt his cock stiffen.

What a woman.

She questioned him about Ashley, and he made sure she knew he was only interested in the Queen standing in front of him. No need to try and stir up any kind of jealousy. And he knew Brienne was a woman who wanted to be worshiped, to have a man's eyes on her and only her. And for a repeat of the night they'd had? He'd rip his own eyes out and hand them to her. He told her suggestively that Ashley would not be the queen he'd choose now.

"I can help you with that. A little crack here...[tracing her sternum] a little snap there...[her fingers slid up along her neck] And no one would be the wiser. Kidding....unfortunately."

"Yes...unfortunate. There are those here who can't take a joke."

If he could have made a move against Ashley and survived it, he would have already. Though, in truth, he hadn't found a replacement he wanted. At least not one he could take as his. Yet. And they worked well together, at least outside of their bedrooms. He pushed open the door to his rooms, and gave her the option of torture or pleasure. She brushed against him as she entered the room, and he hardened the rest of the way. She took his lip between her teeth, and he was already thinking of all the things he was going to do to her.

"How about you make me scream so your Queen and her puppy can hear?"

"Sweets, I'll make you scream so your court hears you in London."

She pulled her top off as she went to his bed. He liked a girl that got right down to business. He slipped out of his jacket, then undid the cuffs of his dress shirt while kicking off his shoes.

"I do love an audience."

She undid her pants and let them fall. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders, while watching her appreciatively.

"Baby, I'll fuck you in the middle of the Great Hall if it gets you off."

He kept her eyes while he unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down over his hips, revealing himself to her with a smirk laced with egotism. He stepped out of his pants and walked slowly towards her so she could have a good look. When their bodies were all but touching, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers from her neck across her shoulder, down over her breast. And then he grabbed her upper arms more roughly than necessary and turned her abruptly, pulling her back against his chest. His teeth nipped at her neck while one hand roamed over her breasts, the other slipping between her legs. He stroked her for a few moments, before throwing her face down onto the bed and climbing on top of her. His hand hooked under her knee and pulled it to her side so he could enter her hard and fast. His mouth searched for hers as he thrust deeply into her. He wanted her to come, and fast.

 

[Hex]

Brienne could already hear the moans coming from Ashley's chambers making her grin with perversion. She wanted Alek to make her scream so they could hear. Why have a dog when you can have a bear?

Alek: "Sweets, I'll make you scream so your court hears you in London."

"Ooooh...promise?"

She teased as she stripped off her black shirt while making her way over to his bed. Brienne was very fluid with her sexuality and had no shame in who heard or saw her. In fact she quite enjoyed having an audience to hear exactly what was happening to her so they could be envious. She was a good fuck, people should be jealous. Brienne turned around, slipping her pants off with grin.

Alek: "Baby, I'll fuck you in the middle of the Great Hall if it gets you off."

"Only because it gets you off."

She cocked up a brow with a sly smile, watching him undress until finally he pushed his pants down over his hips exposing himself to her. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip at the sight of how hard he was and exactly what she was going to do with him. It really was a shame that she couldn't take his cock with her when she left....being good was so boring. Alek approached her, their bodies nearly touching as he began to ran his fingers delicately along her neck and shoulder. Brienne in turn slid her hands down the contours of his stomach, grasping him within her hand and slowly stroking down the length of him. Her icy eyes didn't leave his as his hand came to her breasts, her body already fully reacting to his touch. Then he grabbed her arms hard and spun her around roughly, causing a little gasp to escape from her lips before a salacious grin dominated them. He pressed his body against hers, holding her against him, his cock hard against her leg. He bit her neck while his hands roamed her body, one going between her legs to stroke her. Brienne moaned, her head dipping back against Alek's shoulder.

"Fuck me, Berserker."

Games were fun, but she wanted him now. Alek pushed her forward onto the bed roughly, Brienne letting out a low and sexy laugh at how he was 'man handling' her. It was hot. She would allow it. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, Alek climbing into the bed and pushing her leg up and to the side. Her eyes were dark with desire, her grin matching.

"Fuck me hard."

Then he pushed into her without pause, his hips slamming against her ass hard and fast causing her to cry out loudly at the feeling. Alek's mouth was on hers almost immediately, their tongues fucking with just as much need as their bodies were. Brienne's moans were loud between their kiss, his movements relentless and with intent. He wanted her to come fast so he could feel it too. Brienne wasn't complaining - a man who knew what he wanted was few and far between. Brienne broke the kiss, her head falling onto the bed while her hand gripped the blankets. She was so close, her body warm with pleasure. She reached behind her, hooking her hand around the back of Alek's neck as his mouth made a meal of her shoulder. She began to transfer the feeling to him, showing him how he was making her feel and how close she was to coming. Brienne's cries echoed in the room, her body tensing as she was getting pushed further to the edge. Alek would feel it as well, her hand gripping his neck tighter with each thrust. Then finally the pleasure overtook her AND him, Brienne coming intensely, her body shaking under Alek's onslaught. She knew the pleasure he was feeling would surely bring him to the brink, but she pushed her ass back against him, getting on all fours now.

"Don't come yet, bear....keep fucking me."

She ordered, needing Alek to keep his shit together and not be a five minute man.

 

[Steel]

The Black King & Queen's Rooms

He didn't want her to have any regrets, about any part of their relationship. He wanted to do things right with her, and not rush into things. To give her the perfect wedding day of her dreams.

"One day soon."

"Soon..."

He agreed as she kissed him softly, that kiss intensifying as they moved back towards their bed. His movements were urgent, betraying his need, and soon he was taking her quickly, not able to keep his motion slow this time. He said her name as she moaned - all he wanted was her, forever.

"I'm yours....i'm all yours..."

Their mouths connected hungrily, his hips thrusting hard against her, needing her, feeling her warm and wet and wanting more. Always more of her. He felt her come beneath him and he knew she was his, that someone like Archer Fairchild would never have her, not like this. And then he came too, like he wasn't alive until that moment, and when he kissed her, his hands touching her face, he wanted to come again.

His lips found her forehead, and cheeks, and neck, his arms wrapping around her and holding her to him. Never wanting to let go.

"You and me, Ava. Only we two, always, forever."

 

[Berserker]

The Red King's Suite

If she liked an audience, he'd fuck her in the middle of breakfast.

"Only because it gets you off."

"Well, I should get something out of it too, shouldn't I?"

He grinned cockily whilst removing his pants and showing her what he had to offer. He pulled her body against his, alternating rough and gentle while his hands roamed her body.

"Fuck me, Berserker."

He would happily oblige her. Not only was she hot as fuck, but the way she could make him feel was unlike anything he had every seen before. And he wanted it again. He pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, the look she gave him perfectly complementing the lust in his own face.

"Fuck me hard."

And he did, taking her quickly and without gentleness, plunging into her again and again while she moaned and clutched at the sheets. His voice came out a low growl.

"Give me what I want..."

His teeth bit into her shoulder as her arm came around his neck. And then he began to feel it, how close she was to coming, how his cock made her wild with pleasure. He moaned loudly, this like no drug he had ever heard of, like he would explode out of his skin at any moment. And when she came he cried out with her, feeling her orgasm like it was happening to him.

"Shit...fuck...damnit...fuck..."

It was sensory overload, and it was fucking amazing.

"Don't come yet, bear....keep fucking me."

It felt too good to come, he needed more. She was on all fours now, which aroused him immensely. He came up on his knees and pulled himself out, rubbing his hardness along her wet sex before sheathing the length on himself inside her again. He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her back onto his cock, grunting with each thrust. He pressed hard into her and kept himself there, circling himself inside her, and leaned over to kiss her bare back. His hand went between them, teasing her before his thumb pressed inside her, his other hand reaching around to find her sex again. He began to move his hips again, in sharp thrusts that pounded against her. He was touching all of her sensitive places and knew that it would be long before she started to come.

"Scream my name..."

 

[Hex]

He was fucking her hard and fast, like a druggy waiting for his hit to kick in. Brienne lived for it and how much he needed her. Brienne's moans filled the space, her hand clutching at the blanket and face burying into the bed at how hard he was fucking her. She could feel her body beginning to cease.

Alek: "Give me what I want..."

He growled, biting her shoulder like an animal. Brienne grunted out, lifting her head as she hooked her arm around him, gripping the back of his neck.

"So demanding."

She growled back through clenched teeth, transferring what she was feeling onto Alek. He immediately began to moan, feeling what he was doing to her. His hips were relentless until finally she began to come and they both cried out in pleasure as they rode the wave.

Alek: "Shit...fuck...damnit...fuck..."

Brienne got on all fours, looking behind her. The mother fucker better not come, she wasn't done yet. She told him to keep fucking her and he rose to his knees, withdrawing himself just to rub his hardness against her wet sex. Brienne grinned, the cheeky bastard no doubt reveling in how hard he made her come.

"That's all you, love..."

She egged him on, needing him to continue the job. Then he was within her again, hard and fast. Alek held her hips, pulling her against him with each hard thrust and causing her to grunt out cries of pleasure matching his own. Her head hung as his mouth kissed her back, her body taking the onslaught like a seasoned whore. Then his hands slipped between her legs and ass, taking possession of every part of her.

"FUCK!"

She cried out, her body already on the brink once again. His hips hit her ass hard and loud, Brienne's moans building with each connection.

Alek: "Scream my name..."

Brienne growled out a laugh, her hands gripping the crumpled sheets below them. He wanted to claim her as his in that moment, for everyone to know she was at his mercy. Brienne could either be extremely dominant or extremely submissive in the bedroom, whichever gave her the most pleasure at the time. With Alek, she enjoyed his prowess and power. She liked him fucking her without restraint. So she gave him what he wanted. Her moans becoming cries as she was pushed further to the edge with each thrust.

"Alek....Alek....ALEK!"

Her body was turbulent as she began to come, bringing Alek right along with her. Her body ceased and pulsed, her cries never stopping as she rode the high with him and felt him spill within her. Brienne's heart was pounding, breath rapid and hot. She rolled her eyes shut and let her head hang for a moment allowing her body to slowly come down from it's high.

"Mmmm....fuck that was exactly what I needed.."

She purred with a grin as she laid down on Alek's bed and rolled over onto her back, propping her upper body onto his pillow. She lifted her left hand up, opening the large black gem of her ring to reveal some coke. Brienne and Archer were similar in their methods of keeping 'emergency drugs'; he held it in a necklace, she held it in a ring. Using her pinky nail to scoop some up, she took a hit before looking over at Alek with a smirk.

"Care for a taste?"

She scooped up a little with her nail and placed it on her bare stomach with a grin.

"Who needs love when you have come and coke?"

She licked the remaining coke from her pinky before closing the gem of her ring closed.

 

[Persephone]

Ava's body shuddered beneath John, bringing him to his completion as well. She felt the warmth flood her and Ava sighed out a moan as their mouths connected. She got lost in their kiss; the taste and feel of him. She never wanted to leave their bed or his arms. He slipped his arm under her, his mouth kissing softly along her face. Ava shut her eyes and soaked in the moment, knowing that this would be her life for there on out. She would have him as her partner, lover, and King.

John: "You and me, Ava. Only we two, always, forever."

She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, her fingers gently running down his gruff beard.

"I like the sound of that."

She admitted, her smile growing. Ava cupped her hand along his cheek and brought his face back down to hers, kissing him deeply and with meaning. Showing him that it would always be just them, forever. She had waited far too long to let him slip away now. After a few minutes of making out like two teenagers in post sex bliss, Ava finally broke the kiss and sighed out.

"We should probably take a shower and get dressed...."

Her tone lacked enthusiasm.

"The damn Red Court event is in a couple of hours."

Ava wrinkled her nose, not thrilled at the prospect of having to leave their bed. It was in that moment that the bed itself moved as if a tank had been dropped upon it. Onyx had hopped up, purring and laying his body low on the bed as he inched his way over to them. Ava laughed, sitting up.

"Hey baby....how's my boy today."

That was like the go ahead for Onyx to sit up, his head nuzzling Persephone's hand as she pet him.

"You have a new daddy, Nyx. He's going to be living with us from now on."

It was eerie how Onyx literally shifted his yellow eyes over to John, understanding everything that Ava was saying. John had known Onyx since he was six weeks old, so they were no strangers. Onyx let out a little growl before rolling on his back and putting his head nearest to John. Ava laughed.

"I think he likes the ideas."

 

[Prophet]

Hellfire Club - Cameron and Haleigh's Quarters

Their minds were melded in the throws of passion and intimacy as he searched her heart for the answers he was looking for. She cupped her hands across his face, his body surging with the holy and sacred energy of his White Queen. He sighed with pleasure as she kissed him tenderly, his arms trembling over her lips meeting his. His wife's mind showed him that this was an entirely new concept for her, one that she was learning as she went. Cameron wanted an heir, a legacy of his own, but what they both wanted above all of that..was power. And a child of their own genetic material would set a precedent that the others couldn't match. It would allow them to start a path towards the future that Cameron had envisioned since he was a young boy, one where he was not just the King of Hellfire, but the King of the world.

Haleigh: "How could I not be happy, if it gives you joy?"

His face flushed with pride and reverence. Every word his wife spoke was like gospel, threatening to bring him to his knees at any moment. He may have been king, but she was his higher power, his guiding force, his everything.

"I'll die you are unhappy..."

Haleigh: "Darling, if you die, I'll be very unhappy.."

The White Queen wrapped her hands around his neck, her warm kiss increasing the firmness of his manhood as she rolled them over, his Queen on top, their bodies still intertwined as she rolled her hips steadily. The White King went wild.

"Then I will never die."

He lifted her up from him, their fingers interlocking as he began to thrust inside of her with a slow but intense pace, watching her face react in pleasure at the end of every turn. She was living art.

"This is the beginning, Haleigh..of all of it."

Cameron began to pump Haleigh with more fervor, getting lost in her incredible heat and impossible curves as he shifted his hands towards her breasts, cupping them gently as she arched her back, sliding into the comfortable rhythm of their love.

"We will build thrones from our enemies flesh and clean our teeth with fragments of their bones.."

He shot up as her legs wrapped around his waist, his breathing heavy and frequent.

"Fuck.."

"We will be worshipped as the GODS that we are..."

"Ohhhh..."

The White King could feel his manhood throbbing and begging for release as he bured his face in Haleigh's neck, their pace becoming rapid and primal. He began to project a vision to Haleigh, of the world they wanted, of their every desire met, of nobody above them, of true and unbridled POWER held only by THEM.

[to Haleigh:] "Haleigh....you are my everything...."

He shot his neck back, craning his head in the air as he was brought to the limits of passion.

"Fuck me..Fuck me..fuck me Haleigh! Uggghhhhh!"

Cameron came like electricity coursing through a power line, with an intensity he had not experienced before. Their sex had always been a holy experience for him, and for years he had been resolved to worship at the altar of her flesh. But now, there was something else there. The primal desire to spread his seed and continue his species, to create a son who had her eyes and his arrogance. His body pulsed for several minutes as he remained inside of his wife, his back falling down on the mattress, his hair messing about the pillow. His chest heaved up and down for a few moments, completely spent as he locked eyes with his savior.

"I love you."

[exhaling]

"Let's not leave this bed again until you are with child."

 

[Steel]

The Black King & Queen's Chambers

They laid in each others' arms, kissing tenderly, enjoying the feel of their bodies next to one another in their shared bed. It was Ava's turn this time to bring their minds to more humdrum duties.

"We should probably take a shower and get dressed....The damn Red Court event is in a couple of hours."

He smiled at her obvious distaste. He stroked her hair.

"Another chance for me to show off my beautiful Queen."

He kissed her lips softly and nuzzled her nose with his own.

"And if you get dressed, that just gives me another chance to undress you."

He grinned like a schoolboy.

"And I'm sure it's part of our duty as King & Queen to conserve water..."

The idea was enough to motivate him to get out of bed. And then there was a panther in bed with them.

"Hey baby....how's my boy today."

"Oi!"

He scoffed, pretending to be offended but unable not to smile. Onyx might have been large, but he was really just a giant kitten. Ava talked to him, and he seemed to understand as if he were a person, rolling over onto his back. John rubbed the panther's stomach.

"I think he likes the idea."

"I think we're going to need a bigger bed."

Laughing, he rolled off the bed and went to turn on the water in the shower. Returning to the bedroom, he went back into Court mode.

"It would be good if you had your talk with the other queens before the event. I'd like to know if we need to keep Amanda away - if Ashley is looking to humble her, I'd rather it not be in front of our guests. And speaking of Amanda: I think you should sick her on Archer. Our princess didn't have much success with him but our knight is much more resourceful. And she has some things to make up for."

 

[Berserker]

Alek's Rooms

He knew how much she was enjoying herself, because he was feeling it too. Her moans and cries were nothing compared to what he could feel through her. And when she screamed his name - something a woman like her wouldn't do for just anyone - he came inside her hot and hard, feeling her orgasm along with his own. He fell next to her onto his back, his skin glistening with effort, his breath rapid and hair damp.

"Mmmm....fuck that was exactly what I needed.."

His hand reached over and stroked her thigh, already wanting her again.

"I live to serve, your majesty."

She offered him a line from her bare stomach. He held her gaze for a moment before taking it, his tongue licking up the remainder.

"Who needs love when you have come and coke?"

"Love is a joke."

His lips brushed her skin as his head moved to her lips, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her as if they hadn't just finished. His hand squeezed her breast, his fingers running over her nipple.

"But as good a fuck as this should be celebrated."

He rolled out of bed and went to the bar, fixing two drinks and bringing one back to bed for her and holding it out. He took a drink and savored it in his mouth, while his eyes savored the look of her body.

"Are you coming with us to Arklay? I have a dog to neuter - I think you'll enjoy it."

He ran the side of his rocks glass along her hip.

"And there are plenty of dark places there...for doing dark deeds."

 

[Savage]

The Hellfire Club - - The Red Queen’s Chambers

Ash: AJ...yes... oh gods yes....

She said, squirming as he took Her as much into his mouth as possible. She could not seem to hold still, which was both amusing and frustrating. His hands worked their way under Her to grab Her ass and hold Her to his mouth, his shoulders shrugged up to pin Her legs apart as he lapped at Her vigorously. The sounds She made had him so turned on it hurt, but soon She was crying out, Her voice drowning out all other sounds, Her body seizing against him.

Ash: I want you.... please.... here...

She said, pulling him up. He rose, kissing Her mouth eagerly as he pushed his jeans down off his hips and kicked them off. His hands still on Her ass, he pulled Her lower half to the front edge of the sofa and he slid to kneel in front of Her. One hand between them, he rubbed his tip around in the wetness of Her, coating himself before pressing in, his face dropping between Her breasts.

“My Ashley, I need you, eternally....”

He said, thrusting as deeply as he could, his hands finding Hers and pinning them above Her head. He kissed whatever part of Her ended up beneath his lips. They might as well have been at his cabin already, because nothing existed outside of the two of them.

“You.... feel... so.... goood....”

He growled, his pace increasingly desperate.

 

[Silver]

Hellfire Club – Great Hall


:: Bretta had been observing all this time, and rolled her eyes when Daniel made a beeline straight for Ava. She just didn’t know what to do about her Bishop. Should she cut her losses and leave him here, at the American branch, or should she keep him on an even shorter leash? She just didn’t know. His words about Cassandra and how their Court didn’t need her dramatics came back to her. She could definitely whip her into shape – so to speak. She wasn’t Rebecca; she didn’t torture her Court. She drew her cup to her lips and took a sip, watching Daniel with thoughtful eyes. ::

If I’m not careful, I may lose my Bishop…

:: Her green eyes turned to Cassandra and Archer at the bar. Her eyebrow lifted in surprise. So Archer didn’t seem to be all that taken with the beautiful Black Princess. THAT was certainly a surprise. A smile appeared on her lips, hidden by her cup. ::

…but I just might gain a Princess instead.

:: Her nose wrinkled a bit as she spotted the AWB - Guiletta Nefaria - approaching Cass and Archer. She really was a lovely girl, but she did herself no favours at all. Archer would definitely eat her up, well, her business and organization anyway. Soon enough, everyone made it to their seats and breakfast was started. She had ordered a simple breakfast sandwich: bacon, egg, and American cheese. She actually missed the proper breakfasts at home, and even if the American branch could make her one, Bretta was certain that it would never be on par. Ava made the announcement that Johnathan Steele was her new King and – surprise! – Cassandra was the first one to make a speech. Bretta observed the girl. She had broken free of Kelly King’s hold and apparently was ready to throw her loyalty, as well as allegiance, to her new Queen and King. As Bretta gazed around the vast room, looking at everybody’s reactions, she noticed Kelly. ::

Oh dear – she does not look happy with Cassandra.

:: Bretta had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, but thankfully nothing did and she watched Cassandra leave the Great Hall after speaking with the Black Bishop. Her breakfast had come just then and she said a quiet ‘thank you’ to the server before picking up her knife and fork and used them to tuck into her sandwich. Zachary Armani, the White Rook, asked her how her stay was. ::

“It’s been pretty lovely so far, thank you for asking, Mr. Armani. You all are such lovely hosts.”

:: Guiletta actually plopped down beside her. ::

Guiletta: “That Archer seems to be avoiding me.”

That’s because you are a bit brash, little one.

:: Bretta turned to Zachary and rolled her eyes a bit before she turned to the White Bishop. ::

“I don’t think he likes to be chased, dear.”

:: Guiletta looked surprised. ::

Guiletta: “Ohhhh.”

:: Then the White Bishop just got up and left, without another word. Bretta couldn’t keep the disgust off her face. She turned to Zachary. ::

“Your Bishop seems to be a bit on the brash side, doesn’t she?”

 

[Talisman]

Across The World...

"Mom...I need your help. Where are you?"

It was a call she had gotten over the years on occassion when Erika was at her lowest points, and despite Kelly's cold nature, it was a call she always answered. Because nobody else was going to, and because nobody else could. It did not matter that Kelly was in the middle of a rather pressing event, as her daughters words filled her mind, she immediately honed in on her daughter with her omni sight and shimmered into her room. The sight of her room had been shocking the first few times she had seen it, but now, it was something Talisman had gotten used to.

The former black queen's cobalt blue eyes travelled from the mutilated body on Erika's sofa to her daughter who was a huddled mess, crying at her vanity with wild abandon. With a wave of her hand, the body dissappeared in a swarm of black nanites being taken to her Body Shoppe as she flexed her energy signature around the room, charging the crystals she had given Erika to place for discretion, giving them a fortified defense against prying eyes and nosy empaths before approaching her daughter with caution.

"Erika..."

At the sound of her mother's voice, Erika lifted her head from the vanity, catching her mother's eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Her face was red and bloodstained, from the murder she had just committed and from compulsively scrubbing her face. It never failed to cause a deep reaction within Kelly as she placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder, gently swooping strands of blood wet hair from her face, both looking at the mirror in front of them.

Erika: [voice cracking] "I can't do this, Mom..I don't want to dissappoint you..but I can't do this..."

A feeling of dread filled Kelly as she watched the tragic eyes of her daughter search for any sign of approval and empathy on her mother's face, and it was there. Erika was the one thing that Kelly could not fix, not with her surgical knives or her magick. What nobody knew, not even Erika herself was that Erika was cursed with madness by Hecate herself as punishment for the actions of her son, though Kelly blamed herself. Kelly had been irrationally jealous of the power of Morgan Victoria. The death of Christopher Victory helped sway the balance of power in Hellifre towards her, but the power of magick was another story. Morgan was primed to become the Sorceress Supreme, and that was something that Kelly could not allow. So she nurtured her son's hatred of witches that were not his mother, and he murdered her with such a righteous glory that it nearly caused her to climax, but it was not without consequences. Cameron had murdered a daughter of Hecate because of his mother's insecurities, and in turn Hecate punished her own daughter, stoking Erika's already fragile mentality and turning it on it's head. And the years that followed caused Kelly to further her daughter's insanity as she served as a constant reminder of Kelly's own failure. She pushed Erika away because it was too painful to face her. She focused on Cameron instead, and it wasn't until her own son took away her crown and forced her into retirement that she realized that she could no longer ignore the problem that was Erika.

"I would not have allowed you to be here if I didn't think you couldn't do this, Erika..."

She stroked her daughter's hair gently, sensing a wave of calm rushing through Erika's body.

"My sweet girl.. Here.. face me."

Erika turned to face her mother as Kelly sat in the chair next to her daughter, grabbing some makeup wipes from the vanity and gently holding her daughter's face, finding it hard to hold her gaze for more than a few seconds. It was a heavy feeling knowing that she was only now addressing the problem's of her daughter because it benefited her, but Kelly had built her life in Hellfire, she was more than able to strangle such heavy conflicts of morality. Slowly, she began to wipe away her daughter's bloodstained face as she gripped her hand lightly.

[reluctantly]

"I...have failed you as a mother, Erika."

Erika: "No..Mom, don't say that..it's me..I'm just..I'm broken."

Kelly gripped her daughter's chin, forcing their eyes to meet, watching Erika's eyes dart back and forth, so chaotic, so ready to hold onto ANYTHING that wanted her back.

"Kings do not break, Erika. Bend, yes. Break? No..."

She continued to work on her daughter's face.

"I have ignored you for too long because I thought I could fix you, but...perhaps you don't need to be fixed. There is always reason in madness, Erika. And power. Even in your mind, you are never alone. You are safe from being understood..which is a good thing, despite your yearning for it."

As she washed the last bits of blood from Erika's face, she stroked her face lightly and turned her to face herself in the mirror as she grabbed a stainless steel antique hairbrush to the left of her, running it through Erika's hair slowly and deliberately.

"When somebody understands us, they can enslave us. Figure out how we operate...know how to manipulate us. But you my dear..they may be able to placate you, calm you temporarily, but NOBODY will ever be able to control you..."

She stopped brushing Erika's hair for a moment.

"But that does not mean you are incapable of controlling yourself..."

Kelly spun Erika's chair around and knelt down to face her.

"I brought you here so that I could protect you. Help make you strong..help you use that brilliant madness to carve out a purpose for yourself. You will always see the world on fire, Erika...but it's time for me to help you learn which flames to douse..and which flames to stoke."

From within her cloak, she produced a vial of a swirling blue energy, holding it up in her daughter's face. She took a deep breath, hoping she had caught Erika in a moment of clarity, which was becoming a rare occassion over the last few years.

"I can't cure you...but this?"

She tapped the vial with her finger.

"This can help you have more clear days. More good days. More days where you can CHOOSE to listen to the voices, to know when they are guiding you in the right direction.."

Traditional medication had never worked on Erika, and she was resentful in taking any. It had been a bone of contention between them, with Erika dramatically stating that Kelly was trying to suffocate her true nature..but this was her daughter's last hope. If she did not address the demons inside her, demons instilled in her as punishment for the actions of her family, she would die. And as cold and uncaring as Kelly pretended to be, her survival was a testament to the fact that she was capable of something that Helena and Diana were not - real love. And she was beginning to see that the one thing she had always denied herself of, was the one thing that had protected her life when she needed it the most. The uprising had changed Kelly, and she had decided that she was no longer going to play by a set of rules given to her. Her life was HERS now, and while she was still going to change the world to meet her perverse vision of the future, she would not only be guided by her mind, but her heart. It had been what her work was missing.

Erika seemed displeased, but she was drained. Tired. Kelly could see the mouse wheel turning in her mind. Kelly gripped Erika's hand.

"Erika please..do this. For me. For your brother...we need you."

Her daughter seemed to light up like a beacon.

Erika: [with relief] "Okay, Mom...I'll do it."

She grabbed the vial and drank it down with ease, licking her lips at the sweet taste, looking at her mother like an eager puppy awaiting instructions.

"You will need to take this everyday for it to be effective..but Zach can help you as well. He is a naughty little dog, but..I can sense something there. You will do well to have him by your side in the days to come. Let him be an outlet for your...creative expression."

The painful receptiveness of her daughter caused regret to run through her body and she pulled Erika into an uncharacteristic hug, holding her tight, almost as if she were hugging her for the first time, smelling her hair...feeling the warmth of her skin. It felt good. She pulled from her daughter, placing her hands on both shoulders.

"You are The White Princess now, my sweet girl. And though the announcement has yet to be made, you have a responsibility now. To Cameron and Haleigh, to help them build the court in their image. You are a part of that image now. It's what you've always wanted."

[softly]

"Do you feel better now?"

Erika: "I do..thank you for coming, Mom...again. I promise..I'm going to make you proud this time. I swear it."

She stroked her daughter's hair once more.

"I believe you. Now..."

Kelly shook the intimacy from her body, afraid of what might happen if she pushed forward. She stood from her chair, dusting her skirt off as she composed herself back together, becoming the former black ice queen in record time.

"We both have events to get ready for.."

Erika: "You're not coming to the Red Event?"

Kelly smirked.

"Being retired has it's benefits. Plus, I'm not one for dirt...I'll return this evening, I promise."

Erika reached in for another hug, but this time Kelly resisted a bit. This was new to her, and she was not ready to burst at the seams with love and affection. She could only give so much.

Erika: "I love you.."

Kelly smiled for a moment before loosening herself from Erika's arms, shaking it off for a moment.

"I'll be in touch...and wear something nice to the Black Party..there will be more than just the king's coronation to celebrate."

She winked before shimmering out of her daughter's room and back to her original location, a lush and beautiful villa, exhaling deeply. The exchange had sucked a great deal of energy from Kelly. She could spend days at a time in her research lab, lost in her work, without eating or sleeping, hyperfocused. But she could not manage a five minute conversation of warmth with her daughter without feeling somehow dirty. The children of Hellfire were not the only ones with deep scars. It's wounds lasted forever, and affected even their Queens. A voice was heard as it called out to her from a speaker system within the villa.

[voice]: "We're ready for you Miss King."

The former black queen nodded and composed herself in seconds. She had secured MysTech, brokered a deal of peace with Haleigh, and set her daughter on a path that just might save her life. But it was not enough. The breakfast had revealed something to Talisman. She may have been able to easily stoke the creative fires of The White Court, but they were not a separate entity, and though it may have been her family's court, they could not protect her...not completely. She needed another layer, and she was about to get it. She looked at the wall of beautiful bougainvilleas that crept along the terrace of the Cassadine estate as she took another deep breath.

"Time for phase two..."

 

[Valkyrie]

The Red Queen’s Chambers

His mouth hungrily tasted her, and it drove her so deliriously and deliciously mad that she couldn't keep still. His giant hands slid under her ass and held her against his mouth and she writhed. Her cries got louder until she came, but it was a beginning rather than a finish, and she pulled at him, needing more of him. His mouth on hers felt like pure oxygen, the need in that kiss showing her how much he wanted her, if the speed with which his pants were coming off wasn't already an indication.

She licked her lips, whimpering for him as he rubbed his hardness against her. She breathed in sharply when he pressed into her, firmly but gently. She cradled his head between her breasts.

“My Ashley, I need you, eternally....”

"You have me, always...I am yours, and no one else's."

She cried out then as he thrust himself deeply into her. She wanted him to take her, to stake his claim on her, and he had. His hands took her own and brought them above her head, putting her body at the mercy of his mouth.

“You.... feel... so.... goood....”

"Wherever you touch me, I'm on fire..."

She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, which were getting harder and faster, and bringer her closer. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she sat up, bringing him upright with her. She forced his movements to slow, her arms wrapped around his neck, her eyes looking down into his. She pressed her mouth against his, her tongue tasting his, her hips still swirling against him. She drew the kiss out as long as she could, her hands stroking his hair. And then she let things speed up again, pushing her body up and down over his cock, riding him faster as her head dropped backward and a long, loud moan escaped her lips.

She brought her head forward to rest in the crook of his neck, her breath catching in her throat.

"I'm...I'm..."

And then she just kept repeating his name, and she came closer, and finally felt the explosion within her. She kissed his mouth again, her hand roaming his skin, feeling the tight muscles underneath. She wanted to say Again, again and again. She wanted to keep her legs wrapped around him, keep him inside her, forever. His words about the children they would never have were not lost on her, and there was an echo of it here, now. Where in another time, another life, where she was his wife and he her husband, they would be making a child together. But here it was not to be, it was only the two of them, and their need for each other, the climax of feeling they brought each other to again and again. Here, now, in this time, he was enough for her. He was all she wanted, and all she cared about. She was his, completely, and he was hers.