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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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"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.

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In, and out, he nearly withdrew before entering her again, stretching each moment to its fullest as he found her mouth to kiss her hungrily again.

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She kissed him back just as hungrily, stroking her hands down his back, up his ribs. Phantom fingers stroked his calves, up his thighs, cupping his cheeks.

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He moaned, and took that as a request for the slightest increase of temperature, and speed.

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She gasped, meeting him with each thrust, tightening around him. Her fingers teased over him, stroking.

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He buried both his hands in her hair, fingers lost in the silky softness there as his thrusts continued to build in intensity.

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She continued her light touches, though they faltered somewhat as her nails dug into his shoulders. Her gasps became little moans.

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His whole body pressed into hers, as they matched each other in a rolling rythym. It spoke much of their continued education, and understanding, of each others bodies.

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She murmured his name softly, wrapping herself around him as much as she could to keep the intimate pressure between them. Her lips drifted down his neck, to his shoulder, tiny kisses pressed to skin in focused acknowledgment of being with him in this, not standing outside it.

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Her voice and his name joined were the last thing he needed to be pushed over the edge.

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She held onto him as he filled her, letting his climax trigger hers, and clinging to him as she felt her body shiver in its own release.

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There was a moment to breathe, and then moved to rest on his side, wrapping her up tight inside is arms.

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She smiled as she rolled with him, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as it slowly returned to normal.

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He kissed her forehead, hands lightly stroking over her skin.