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My father? He had no right to such a name. She denied it, and I never called him so. But all right, sugar. If that's what you want. Let's talk about the man who sired me.

Women rule in Terreille, and the whole concept of Protocol has been perverted. It used to be a balance. District Queens served Province Queens who served Territory Queens--the strongest and the best, chosen by the dark Jeweled Blood of the Territory. Males served the Queen their heart led them to. The Blood looked after the landen, and the land flourished and it was good. Caste, social standing and Jewel rank worked together, a triumvirate of power and position that kept our people always in a dance of power and protocol and in balance. The strong protected the weak.

Or so I have been told. It is not so, now. Males, even privileged ones, are no more than slaves. Frightened, weak males strip any weaker female of all her power and frightened females ring strong males before they can become a threat. A strong Queen could challenge and change this, but males bed them too young and they rise from their Virgin Night broken and useless. No threat to the SaDiablo reign.

Kartane SaDiablo. Only son of Dorothea SaDiablo, Red-Jeweled High Priestess of the Black Widow Coven and ruler of Hayll. Most of Terreille has fallen into Hayll's shadow, into Dorothea's shadow. She perverts everything she touches, and her son is no exception. Weak-willed, cowardly bastard, he took his ire out on the weak, the helpless. Darkness forbid that a Queen could rise, strong enough to challenge Dorothea's rule. Any such she saw broken, and her son soon became one of her favorite instruments.

He was a pretty boy, I've heard tell. A broken man when I finally saw him, caught in the web that Jaenelle wove around Briarwood, but a pretty boy. His mother thought so as well. He was naught more than a child when she took him to her bed to pleasure her. They say that sort of thing can break a man. He couldn't stop her, so he took it out on those weaker. Servant girls speared so viciously they had to send him away because the other men complained they couldn't use the girls. He hated whores. The gossip in the houses was that he could only rise to the occasion if he caused pain, and only the lower houses allowed the games he wanted to play. He was banned from houses before he found ways to just dominate the young girls without marking the goods. But houses had rules, and he didn't have absolute power.

So he took to playing his mother's game. Find a witch, young, still a girl. Spear her, hard and vicious. Break her web of power and drive her beyond herself. He'd keep them sometimes. Make them play his game until he seeded them. Sometimes they aborted spontaneously. Sometimes he gave them a brew to drink. When the child was gone, he tossed them out to go back to their families or a Red Moon House or the gutter.

My mother escaped his depraved games. She'd worn the Green when he broke her past herself. She couldn't use more than basic Craft when he was done the first night. She escaped and she whored for her keep so Kartane couldn't find her and destroy the child she gave birth to. His child.

Me.

His mother's pawn found her while I was at school. Slit her throat. I ran, so they wouldn't find me.

And then I trained. I killed. Planned men's deaths carefully and cruelly and sent them to it.

Dress rehearsal, sugar. For the right place. The right time. For my meeting with my father.

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He tugged at her lightly with tongue and teeth, as he felt her laugh against his cheek. Moved back up to kiss her again.

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She kissed him back, winding a leg around his waist, stroking over his skin.

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"Much better when we both move then."

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She laughed again. "Perhaps...." Lips trailing to his shoulder, she nipped along his collar bone.

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"Perhaps this is where I should ask you again." His voice and breath teased along her cheek, and her ear. "What would you like to do with the day, my dear?"

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"This..." Her tongue flicked over his pulse point. "Then maybe some food. Then this...." She nibbled on his ear. "Again."

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One hand found her waist, and the other traced the leg that was so firmly wrapped around him. Gentle, teasing fingers. Warm pressure, moving up.

"I should let you plan our days more often."

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She smiled, though her eyes darkened and then were wary for just a moment at the 'our,' more from her own pleased reaction than his using the word.

She arched into his fingers, then kissed him again.

"Perhaps you should...."

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"...not let you leave this bed?"

He returned her kiss, planning out the next few hours in his head.

"I'm inclined to agree."

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Surreal smiled against his lips. "And just how do you intend to keep me here?" She arched up against him, rubbing against him.

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His eyes sparked just before his head moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach.

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She shivered a little, fingers tight in his hair for just a moment, then easing through it more softly.

"Well, that's a start, I suppose.."

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His tongue found a hip. Soft skin. The hollow there.

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She whimpered a little, stroking over his skin.

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It was his turn to call on the Craft, alternating his breath between hot and cool. Cold, moving over that skin. Only to be warmed by his mouth just after.

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She whimpered a little, writhing on the sheets. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, brushed over his hair, trembling.

This was new, and different, and made her moan, breath coming rapidly.

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He noted each and every sound, every movement her body made. While his mouth continued the tame temperate assault, down one leg.

-- and up the other.

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Surreal finally relaxed and just let her head fall back, moaning. She arched toward his mouth, begging with breath and sound, allowing herself to give into the pleasure.

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His fingers traced delicate swirls through curls, before he finally brought his mouth to the juncture there. He licked, tasted, teased. Not commiting to anything until he knew what she wanted.

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A shudder ran through her as she cried out, hips arching. Sweat beaded her skin and she sobbed a little, gasping for air.

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One hand reached up to place a comforting hand on her hip as he settled on a slow, deep rythym that seemed to please her. Increasing in speed with practiced intensity.

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She thought she might scream just from the sheer intensity of it.

She sobbed his name, trying to catch her breath. Her fingers wound through his as she started to tremble, already cresting higher than she thought she could.

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He pushed deeper. Harder. But used his han, and their twined fingers to anchor her. There was another spike of cold again, swallowed by her heat, and his own.

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It was enough, and too much. Another cry, arching off the bed and she shattered, her climax racking through her.

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He reached to brace both her hips through the rocking, another reminder of his presence. After a moment he stretched out hext to her again, fingers stroking her hair.