Write about your father

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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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She grinned at him, bouncing a little, completely at ease with her nudity as she reached for the plate.

"Thank you."

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"You are welcome."

He took a moment to put together a very similar plate for himself, and then settled next to her.

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She ate the eggs first. They didn't work well cold. Then the bacon, nibbling at it delicately.

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He moved through his plate with a bit more speed. Which was fine. It allowed him time to watch her eat.

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She handled her knife deftly as she cut the bread, spreading butter and jam on it smoothly, biting into it with a happy moan. And possibly another bounce.

She ate the berries much more slowly, dipping them in cream. A little glance at him, and she swirled a berry in the cream, then offered it to him.

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He appreciated each and every movement, especially the last one. With a grin he accepted her offering, eating it directly from her hand. And making sure she fekt his teeth brush her skin.

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She smiled, holding his eyes, then leaned in and licked a little bit of cream from his lips.

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"Feeling nourished," he asked playfully against her mouth.

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"Exceptionally refreshed," she murmured back, tongue teasing a bit.

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He worked to taste her under the cream. Because he liked that, even better.

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She moaned a little, tasting him in return, fingers stroking up his cheek to run through his hair.

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"I never knew bacon, and cream could taste so good." He continued to explore the silkier skin of her mouth.

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She floated their plates away with Craft and shifted to his lap again.

"Neither did I," she murmured.

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"You planned the day so well, this far," he offered between two particuarly satisfying kisses. "What is next?"

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She smiled against his lips.

"That part's easy. I want you."

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He laughed. Went back to kissing her collarbone. The skin there tasted better than cream.

"That leaves so much room for interpretation..."


OOC : How are you feeling today???

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It wasn't in her to only take pleasure. Too long where she had only given. She tugged his head back up, kissing him hard.

*I want you, inside me* A touch of amused impatience skittering there.

ooc: meh. I'm at work. I wanna go home. But I'm here.

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*Then I am more than happy to oblige.*

And he was pleased they had eaten. Restored energy.

He had a feeling they were both going to need it.

All the while he kissed her back, with even more force.

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She gasped a little at the force of the kiss, then moaned her approval. She reached for him, stroking up his length and rocking against him.

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Now breaking the kiss, he rolled them on the bed again, pushing her back into the covers. Extending the time before as long as possible.

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She was impatient, but she appreciated his skill, rocking up to meet him with a whimper, but letting him set the pace.

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He entered her slowly, enoying the feel of skin to skin. The touch of familiarity there was just all the more seductive.

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She moaned softly in his ear, a gentle sound of appreciation. Her fingers caressed his neck lightly as her lips slid from his to tease at his ear.

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He moved with practice ease, each stroke even and slow. After the night, and the morning, this would be softer. Peaceful. Loving.

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She closed her eyes, letting the sensations washing through and over her. As many men as she'd been with, this was still new. Different. Being touched this softly.

It made her feel special. Not that he took care for her pleasure along with his. But before his. That he was willing to wait....

She pressed a soft kiss to his neck.