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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*That we are.*

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She smiled slowly against his lips and wrapped a leg around his waist.

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"Tango, or waltz," he teased against her mouth.

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She grinned. "Are you feeling up for a tango?"

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"Is that what you want?"

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Her eyes darkened a little bit and she nipped his lower lip sharply in response.

"You don't have to be so careful...I won't break."

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He growled a bit at that.

"I never suggested you would."

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She arched an eyebrow at the growl, then nipped up his jaw.

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Hands that had been so gentle before now moved fiecely over the length of her body, seeking heat through friction, skin burning skin.

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She shivered, arching into him, nails digging into his back as they raked down, testing almost.

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He hissed at the pain, even as he found pleasure in it. He kissed her with a brutality he had never shared before with her.

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She moaned, matching him, reveling in it, pleased she hadn't had to be more specific about what she was craving.

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He pushed deep into her mouth, curious to see just how much she would let him make his.

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She yielded beneath him, nails biting in deeper as she clung, marking him as much as he was claiming her.

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He sucked and played with her tongue, moaning at the feel of her nails.

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She whimpered a touch, playing back, shifting to wrap her legs around his and arching up into him, need in each gesture.

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"Not yet," he said lowly, pushing even further into her mouth as his hands moved lower.

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She desisted, too accustomed not to, though she wriggled under his hands, and slid hers down his back to cup him closer to her.

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He found it. The last bit of sking that he had never kissed, just above her shoulder. Hit bit down, tongue tracing and tasting.

"Now it is your turn."

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She cried out at the bite, arching her neck away to give him better access?

"My turn?" she asked, voice breathless.

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"Your turn," he repeated.

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She gave him a look of confusion, eyes narrowed. Maybe he didn't understand the game after all?

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He felt the shift, and recovered quickly. He had absolutely no problem with the opportunity to explore his body even more.

His lips slid down to one breast, hands in her hair and leading her head back to bring her closer to him. His teeth ran over the nipple, the rolled the sharb bud in his mouth

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She shivered again at the touch, the threat of teeth, her fingers winding in his hair hard. She lowered her head, teeth finding his ear and nibbling there, with a sharper nip to his earlobe.

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He bit down harder, running his tongue over the tip before moving to the other breast.