A Weekend Affair # 2 - The Black Breakfast

[Persephone]

Ava kissed John deeply, her body still wrapped up in his arms like a warm blanket. She smiled against his lips, never wanting to stop kissing him. But she knew they needed to start to get ready for the Red Court event, despite her lack of enthusiasm to go.

John: "Another chance for me to show off my beautiful Queen. And if you get dressed, that just gives me another chance to undress you."

Ava grinned at that, happily accepting John's kiss with a playful little laugh.

"Remind me to wear something easily discarded."

She added with a playful smirk before laughing at John grinning down at her like a schoolboy. It was adorable to see him so happy and not in business mode as he normally presented himself.

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

"Oh, absolutely...."

She agreed 'innocently', though her smile suggested otherwise. But their playful flirting was put on hold by a 200 pound panther. Ava's eyes immediately lit up as she sat up and pet Onyx, telling him his new daddy would be moving in with them. Onyx loved John, so it was only natural for him to roll over and submit to him, purring as John pet his belly.

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

Ava laughed as John slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to turn the shower on. Ava took the opportunity to snuggle Onyx's face against her, smiling big with such love for her panther. He acted like such a kitten still despite him being five years old, but around anyone else, he showed zero tolerance or affection.

John: "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."

Both Ava and Onyx were staring at John as he went straight into King mode, moving from one subject to another with ease and professionalism. Ava cocked up a brow, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips at the sight of John truly being a King.

"Whatever you say your majesty..."

Ava grinned happily as she slipped out of bed, biting her bottom lip while approaching John. She slid her hands along his sides before wrapping her arms around him.

"You're sexy when you take charge."

She lifted to her toes and kissed him.

"I knew you would slip into the role of King effortlessly..."

She kissed him again, this time holding her lips against his savoring his touch. She gently rubbed his back as she broke the kiss. It was her turn to go into Queen mode.

"If Ashley gives me shit about Amanda, i'm going to give it right back to her with how she acted this morning towards me and you. I'm already pissed off at her as it is...."

It was obvious Ava was hurt by Ashley's reaction and lack of support. She didn't know the real reason as to why, only reacting off the visible cues of the Red Queen's displeasure at Ava appointing John as King. It made no sense to Ava. Her and Ashley were close - all three of Queens were. Her lack of support was more hurtful than Ava wanted to let on.

"As for Amanda working Archer....[Ava finally smiled] I like it. She knows how to manipulate a man...giving him a little taste and he'd be hard pressed not to be transfixed by her....And it would certainly get him off my back for a while."

It would solve their problem of Archer wanting to bed Ava. If they could get Archer's eyes off Ava and onto Amanda? It would give them a little more wiggle room to work with him. Ava looked behind John's shoulder seeing the steam billowing out of the bathroom. Smiling up at him, she slipped from his arms and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom. She turned around to face John, her hand still holding his as she walked backwards and lead him to the shower with a grin.

"Lets table shop talk for now.....if that's alright with you, your majesty?"

She was playful with her tone as she entered the shower, the water from the large rain shower head that hung from the ceiling immediately pouring down on her. She dipped her head back, letting the water drench her hair and slick it away from her face. Opening her midnight eyes, droplets of water coated her lashes as she looked up at John, sliding her hands up his firm torso and around his shoulders.

"Good idea on conserving water...."

Ava mumbled as she connected her lips to his deeply.

 

[Hex]

Now that was a fucking. They both laid next to each other, breathless and satisfied...for the time being.

Alek: "I live to serve, your majesty."

Brienne cracked a wicked smile.

"I knew some of you American's were smart."

She quipped while taking out some coke from her black gem ring before offering Alek some. He looked at her with a long gaze, his eyes enough to make her say fuck the coke i'll ride your dick until you feel high. But he dipped his nose down to her stomach and took the hit before licking the remains off her skin. Her muscles tensed with pleasure, a salacious smile forming on her lips.

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

Alek: "Love's a joke."

"Tell that to your Queens."

Then Alek's mouth was on hers, kissing her so deeply she involuntarily moaned. He had stamina, she'd give him that. It was like he hadn't just came like a geyser, but she wasn't complaining.

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

"Mmm...what do you have in mind?"

Alek slipped out of bed. Not exactly what Brienne had in mind, but she'd go with it. He headed over to the bar to make them a couple of drinks before walking back, handing one to her. His eyes were fucking her body and she liked it. A man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to act on it. It was rare these days, even for people in her own branch. Archer had his dick in a twist over Ava for some God awful reason but wouldn't act on it. She told him to bend the frigid bitch over and fuck her. But no, he said he had a 'strategy'.

Taking a long sip of her drink, her eyes never left Alek's as she lifted her leg up so it was bent at the knee, giving him a little more to look at.

Alek: "Are you coming with us to Arklay?"

[deadpan] "I didn't realize I had a choice."'

Brienne rolled her eyes at the thought of going to another stupid event.

Alek: "I have a dog to neuter - I think you'll enjoy it."

Then again...

"Now that sounds entertaining."

She heard the moans coming from Ashley's room getting louder and louder, Brienne's eyes shifting to the door that joined to the Red Queen's room.

"Is it legal for someone to fuck their pet? I thought there were laws against that in America?"

She wrinkled her nose, shifting her gaze back to Alek.

"Well, if you need help neutering? I do love to get my hands dirty..."

The thought of castrating someone as large and hulking as the Red Knight made Brienne wet. She loved being able to take down men three times her size with little to no effort and have them beg for mercy. Savage looked like the prideful type....but she always broke them. He would be no exception. Brienne's thoughts of blood and murder were put on hold as she felt Alek's cold glass slide up the outside of her leg causing her skin to goosebump.

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

She lifted a very interested brow, a smirk forming on her lips. Sitting upright, Brienne lifted her leg up and around Alek, spreading herself wide in a Basic Instincts kind of way but keeping them open for him. Downing the remainder of her drink, she tossed the tumbler to the floor with little regard, the glass shattering.

"Dark deeds you say?"

She slid her hand up the inside of her thigh, her fingers trailing across her wet sex. He would feel a sensation of pleasure as Brienne stroked herself, looking up at Alek without breaking their eye contact. She then lifted her fingers coated with herself to Alek's mouth, linking her own lips as he tasted her.

"I'm not very patient. I think I need a preview of these...deeds..."

 

[Steel]

The Black King & Queen’s Chambers

Ava was the one bringing them back to business this time, saying they needed to get dressed for the Red Court’s event, but not being too happy about it. John was happy to have the chance to undress her again.

"Remind me to wear something easily discarded."

He grinned at her playfully.

“Definitely a skirt or dress then. None of those skin tight slacks you like.”

He also made a suggestion for showering together in the name of water conservation. But then Ava’s face lit up, and it wasn’t for his shower idea. The only time Ava looked sweet & innocent was when she played with Onyx. John loved to watch her because it was the one time when she forgot the problems and worries of rule. He left her snuggling with the giant cat to turn on the shower, then made some suggestions about Amanda and Archer.

"Whatever you say your majesty..."

He scoffed at her grin.

“It’s the same advice I would have given you yesterday, my Queen. Isn’t that my job?”

She slipped out of bed and came towards him, and all he really wanted to do was pick her up and return her to bed, especially when she put her arms around him.

"You're sexy when you take charge."

She raised up to kiss him and his hands went to the small of her back.

"I knew you would slip into the role of King effortlessly..."

He sighed, not wanting her to think he was taking her crown.

“I’m just trying to help you.”

She kissed him, and it lingered this time, rubbing his back and making him want to purr this time.

"If Ashley gives me shit about Amanda, i'm going to give it right back to her with how she acted this morning towards me and you. I'm already pissed off at her as it is...."

“And you should. Just remember, she doesn’t react well when someone steals one of her toys.”

He rubbed her upper arms, trying to comfort her. He knew Ashley’s reaction hurt her, as a friend more than as a queen.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt you, babe. She’ll have some ludicrous it-only-makes-sense-to-Ashley reason for her reaction, I’m sure.”

He chuckled.

“Maybe it was that godawful elk she was eating for breakfast.”

"As for Amanda working Archer....[Ava finally smiled] I like it. She knows how to manipulate a man...giving him a little taste and he'd be hard pressed not to be transfixed by her....And it would certainly get him off my back for a while."

“Let her know if she pulls this off, all is forgiven.”

In truth, he liked Amanda, and she was a good Knight. Her past couple days was not like her, and he knew that. But Ava would get to the bottom of any person issues she might be having, and giving her a task to make it up to them would allow everything to go back to business as usual as painlessly as possible.

Ava was giving him a certain kind of look, and leading him towards the waiting shower.

"Lets table shop talk for now.....if that's alright with you, your majesty?"

“Very funny.”

But he followed her, watching her step first under the shower head, waiting falling over the curves of her body in a thoroughly arousing way. Her hands slid up his body, and he stepped forward, his hand reaching around her to cup her ass.

"Good idea on conserving water...."

“That’s what I’m here for...the big ideas...”

Their lips met in a passionate kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her, and his kiss reflected that. His hands slid over her wet body, his hardness pressing against her making it apparent what he wanted. When they broke the kiss, he turned her so her back was against his chest, and his lips moved to her neck. He put some shampoo into his hand and started to work it through her dark hair.

“So beautiful...”

Body wash was next, his hands gliding over her breasts, her shoulders, arms, belly. He knelt, getting one leg, then the other before standing again. One arm slid around to hold her at her waist, the other hand going lower to stroke her.

“I don’t want to miss a single spot...”

 

[Berserker]

Alek’s Rooms

"I knew some of you American's were smart."

“Oh, I was not born here. Don’t lump me in with the rest of them.”

He snorted the line she’d put on her stomach, sniffing as he lifted his head. She made a comment about love, which he told her was a joke.

"Tell that to your Queens."

He grinned.

“I think I’ve given that message loud and clear.”

He kissed her, his hands roaming her body before rolling out of bed to fix them a drink. He asked if she was coming to Arklay, suggesting she might like to see him take care of his animal problem. What he really wanted to do was stay there and fuck her the rest of the weekend. The way she was looking at him...the way she was sitting on the bed...fuck she was hot.

"Is it legal for someone to fuck their pet? I thought there were laws against that in America?"

Alek shrugged, taking another drink.

“Some women can’t afford to be as discerning as others.”

And she was more intriguing than most. The way she didn’t bat an eyelash at bodily harm, the way she got off on it, it made him hard as hell. And when she laid herself open for him, he knew was going to have her again. And again. As many times as he could.

He inhaled sharply as he watched her pleasure herself, a pleasure he could feel.

“My queen...”

He said it with a mix of lust and awe, and when she raised her fingers to his lips he grasped her hand in his, licking her fingers while his eyes never left hers.

"I'm not very patient. I think I need a preview of these...deeds..."

A devlish grin spread across his face, and he released her hand. He cast about for his suit slacks, on the floor near the bed, then pulled his belt from its loops. Returning to the bed, he brought her hands together, wrapping the leather around her wrists to bind her, before laying her down and pushing them up over her head.

He finished his scotch, taking the ice cube from the glass into his mouth. He started at her neck, running the cub down her chest and over her nipples, then traced patterns on her stomach, and then her thighs, before pressing his cold mouth between her legs.

And then he was hungrily on her sex, his tongue running over her, tasting her wetness, sucking her pearl. He lapped at her with practised skill, his tongue alternating pressing into her with worrying her, until he tasted her come on his lips.

He ran his mouth up her body, and then his hand went to her binds and released her, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. The belt, folded in half, was still in his hand and he brought it down with a crack on her thighs and buttocks. With a smirk he handed it to her. It was her turn to be in charge.

 

[Masque]

Hellfire Club – Great Hall



After leaving the table where Bretta O’Malley and Zachary were sitting, and she just KNEW that Zachary had told Bretta some horrible shit about her from the way Bretta was looking at her, Gia was at the bar drowning her sorrows in a mimosa. She gazed around the Hall, bored, until her eyes focused on that wretched boy, Daniel. She felt bad about how she nearly broke his nose last night, so she asked for a pen. She grabbed a napkin and wrote him a note.

I’m sure you can find ways to make me pay for last night, but I really am sorry. Eyes and ears are everywhere. If you want to talk, it can’t be anywhere near here.

She grabbed a bunch of napkins, with the one with the note on top, and walked over to Daniel.

“I thought that you could use some more napkins.”

Gia looked at him straight in the eyes as she said it. Daniel, being an empath, would understand. Hopefully. Gia wasn't completely sure that she could trust him just yet. Was he a friend, or was he a foe? Would he understand, or would he turn her in as soon as she talked?

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club - - The White Royal Suite

He told her he’d die if she was unhappy, a thought which threatened to slay her, even if it was merely hyperbole. Naturally she told him that if he did in fact die, she would be very unhappy. When he promised never to die, she smiled down at him, as she sat back onto him, her hands on his chest.

“Excellent.”

She replied, rolling her hips against his. She started them slow, steady, deep. His hands linked with hers, a small thing, but the connection amplified her passion.

Cameron: This is the beginning, Haleigh..of all of it. We will build thrones from our enemies flesh and clean our teeth with fragments of their bones...

“Oh FUCK yes....”

She said, as his hands traveled her body, with her hands holding his against her skin. He sat up quickly, changing the angle. Their chests heaving as they moved together, she clung to him, wanting to be closer still to the man she loved above all others.

Cameron: We will be worshipped as the GODS that we are...

She moaned loudly in response, lost in the experience of him, and the vision they shared. The intensity built until it was not something she could control or withstand, and in her climax, he was there too. When he fell back on the bed, she went with him, collapsing onto his chest for several minutes of relaxed bliss, completely sated for the time being.

Cameron: I love you.

She smiled, lifting herself up a bit to find his gaze.

“I love you too.”

She said, her fingers raking through his hair, as she gently scratched and massaged his scalp.

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

She gave him a chuckle of deep amusement.

“I would gladly agree to that, except I’m pretty sure Ash would be pissed if we skipped the Red Hunt to enjoy an abundance of sexual activity, when she has to put a halt to her own pleasure just to host said event.”

 

[Discord]

Hellfire Club - Great Hall

Ava: "Not at all. You've been here enough to know the ins and outs of the American Branch. Perhaps you need to consider a change of scenery? A fresh start? Food for thought, Daniel."

"I'm in."

He smiled at Ava as she returned to her seat, pleased that at the thought of the possible completion of his goal in coming to New York City in the first place. The Red Bishop was bored. More than bored, he found himself unmotivated. He may have been a wasp by birth and a bit of a snob by nature, but he did not want to end up like his parents, who were like zombies. Daniel wanted for nothing. He never had to work a day in his life, and with very few words or actions, his life could be mapped out for the next fity years almost to the day. The thought of that killed him, and it was the stench of that same quiet stagnation he was beginning to smell at the London Branch. And now it was looking as if his "scenery" was about to change. The thought was promising.

Archer, of course didn't move, and Daniel was completely petty, so he took a moment to walk the length of the table, silently and inspecting their fashion choices. Brienne Shaw of course took the prize as she always did. Her shoes cost more than Daniel's blazer, which was saying something. Erika King was looking a bit casual for the event, but that was probably because he had secretly been wanting her to show up in a full ballgown and scepter. She was being surprisingly lucid this morning, and that meant trouble. His martini was refilled as he chose to simply eat the olives in his glass rather than partake in breakfast, a true wasp tradition. Suddenly, Ava rose.

All the servants had gathered everyone's orders and began to filter out of the Great Hall except for a select few who remained to replenish drinks. Ava looked around the table, everyone situated in their court appointed areas with the Black Court at the head of the table for this event. Picking up her mimosa and a knife, Ava gently tapped her glass to gather everyone's attention as she stood.

"Before the food is presented, I'd like to thank everyone for attending this early morning Black Court event. With how tight our schedule is this weekend, I have the unfortunate luck of hosting breakfast....because lets be realistic, i'm sure everyone would much rather be in bed right about now."

And definitely not sleeping. Ava smiled, trying to keep the mood upbeat considering most people within the walls of Hellfire rarely woke before 10am. Hell, she would rather be in bed fucking John than hosting this breakfast, but all in due time. Now, it was time to get down to business.

"But with hosting this event I do have the honor of making a very important announcement. As many of you know, after the uprising within these walls over a year ago, I have been the only Queen ruling without a King. [she paused for a moment] That ends today. I would like to officially present to you, the newly appointed Black King of the American Hellfire Club..."

Ava looked down at John with a smile, gesturing to him as she announced his name.

"Johnathan Steel."

Ava and everyone else began to clap at the announcement as John stood from his seat. It was now official and the looming stress of keeping up appearances was over. John was the new Black King, and Ava stood shoulder to shoulder with him as his Queen. She wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned into him so he could hear her over the applause.

"Congratulations."

The Red Bishop touched Bretta on the hand and leaned in.

"That is a very good appointment."

It hadn't taken long for somebody like Daniel to get a deep sense of the relationship between John and Ava. They loved each other, and being an empath made it near impossible to not be happy for truly happy people, though he pretended he could. He had been her faithful rook, secretly pining for her. She had been the forbidden fruit, the woman he didn't think he deserved. He would never disobey her. She may have loved him, but people like Daniel could see the strategy. She was no longer the lone wolf in a court full of romantic partners. Haleigh and Cameron were like the Sandy and Danny of Hellfire America. Now, the whispering would stop, she could claim a king, and still make all the decisions. She had managed to hold onto her power, without anyone being the wiser, and Daniel made a mental check box next to a list of things he was looking for in a Queen. Ava Cassadine knew how to maneuver.

He watched with amusement as he watched plastic smiles among a sea of a few genuinely happy people. Sometimes he felt like a human lie detector, he could always tell how somebody was feeling despite their words, which made him an asset, and he was beginning to feel like he could be very useful to Ava on her court. Perhaps he didn't need to meet the Queens. Perhaps he had found the one?

"Oh you're just on an empath high. Focus, you poofter."

Daniel was getting lost in the celebratory vibe that now filled the Great Hall, and he had to admit, seeing Ava and John together caused him to momentarily reflect on his own love life, which quickly sobered him up. Life in Hellfire was amazing, but it was lonely. They were all mutants of great power, who flipped off convention right in it's face, but often times they acted liked cavemen, and there was no cave painting recorded of a caveman hitting another caveman over the head and dragging him back to his cave for a proper shag. At least not from what Daniel knew. One of the reactions he noticed almost immediately, mostly because she shouted over the crowd to announce that she needed alcohol, was The Red Queen Ashley.

"Now THAT is one complex woman."

She was such a tough bad ass and yet she had a deep well of emotion underneath the surface. The fact that she was able to maintain the control she DID have over her emotions surprised Daniel, and he believed it had something to do with how long her life was. He wondered how many atrocities she had probably experienced, how much loss she had likely seen. At some point, one either has to really be emotionally intelligent, or they figure out how to numb, and numbing was a lot more fun. And that was something that kept Daniel interested. The things he might learn from her or experience from her emotion could really benefit him if he could just get in with her. Excusing himself from Bretta, Daniel made it to the bar as the alcohol was beginning to infect him in his favorite way. He was more receptive when he was drunk and he liked to kind of people watch and just feel other people's experiences, getting lost in thought. He was feeling pretty good when he heard the voice of Gia Nefaria approaching him.

Gia: "I thought that you could use some more napkins."

He arched his eyebrow.

"Come to manhandle me againt, Contessa?"

She sat the napkins down and on it was a note. There seemed to be a rather thriving mail delivery system in Hellfire from what he had seen. He read the note.

"I'm sure you can find ways to make me pay for last night, but I really am sorry. Eyes and ears are everywhere [underlined]. If you want to talk, it can't be anywhere near here."

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or his insatiable passion for gossip, but he found himself a bit intrigued, if not confused about what exactly in god's name she was talking about. But playing dumb couldn't hurt if he could get some information, and who knows, maybe she would surprise him.

"Uh...then where do you suppose we go, Gia?"

 

[Orion]

The Hellfire Club - - The Great Hall

Somebody was helping Erika calm down, or else her meds were kicking in. Zach was making short work of his waffles when one of the few people left at the table responded to his query.

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

“Thank you, your grace—”

He started, and then Gia dropped all one hundred pounds of herself heavily into the chair next to Bretta, commenting that Archer seemed to be avoiding her. Zach almost laughed, and had a sniping remark, but withheld it on account there were outsiders sitting amongst them. He caught Bretta rolling her eyes, and offered a polite smile.

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

“What she lacks in diplomacy, she makes up for with ingenuity.”

He replied smoothly. It was a polished lie, but Zach was not about to denigrate a member of his own court, even if it was Gia they were talking about. Still, it was clearly up to him to ameliorate any enmity the White Bishop was provoking.

“But perhaps there’s something I can do to soothe your discontent? I assure you I can give you whatever pleasure you seek, your grace. You need only ask...”

 

[Fathom]

The Hellfire Club - - The Great Hall

After settling the hawk in the conservatory, Heidi had gone back down to the party to find most everyone of importance had left already, or were still there but were rather busy. There hadn’t really been anyone to notice that she and Jack left together, not that she’d have cared if anyone did. If her King and Queen weren’t bothered by her growing relationship with Neptune, then she really had no reason to hide it.

They arrived for breakfast together, and sat side by side, and again, nobody cared, not even the Red Queen, who was quite clearly more attached to Her Knight than anyone else. The Black Queen welcomed them all and then announced her new King, who was her old Rook, but truth be told not much had changed, since those two were never seen apart anyways. Heidi clapped, not because she was particularly elated by the news, but just because it was the polite thing to do. She rarely crossed paths with either Ava or John, and the political shift didn’t affect Heidi in the slightest.

The lobster frittata was superb, and the small talk tolerable. But things got really interesting when the traitor Juliette excused herself from the table, and Liam started chatting with Jack about the Aqua Ring, and the discussion he’d had with the Red Queen at the party the night before.

After finishing their morning meal, they were now giving Liam a VIP tour of the Aqua Ring facilities. Heidi managed to pretend she was mildly interested in what the men were saying about nuclear power for the tank filtration and environmental systems. Really she just wanted to see how Six was doing with his stitches, so while Jack and Liam talked shop, she wandered across the mezzanine to lean over the rail and have a look.

 

[Silver]

Hellfire Club – Great Hall



:: Bretta had commented on the White Bishop’s less-than-impressive ways, but he seemed to take issue with it. ::

Zachary: “What she lacks in diplomacy, she makes up for with ingenuity. But perhaps there’s something I can do to soothe your discontent? I assure you I can give you whatever pleasure you seek, your grace. You need only ask...”

:: Bretta frowned. She had offended him. ::

“No, I mean…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sure she’s a great Bishop. I was just making an observation, that’s all. It’s nothing against your Court.”

:: She placed a hand on his arm. ::

“Please. Forgive me. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

:: Bretta refrained from mentioning the uncouth American stereotype that she had heard about. She cast about in her mind, trying to find something else to talk about. ::

Okay. Zachary Armani. United Nations…that’s it!

“I heard that you work with the United Nations. What is your role with them, exactly?”

:: Bretta cut another piece of her breakfast sandwich and took a bite. ::

 

[Masque]

Hellfire Club – Great Hall



Daniel: “Come to manhandle me again, Contessa?”

Gia didn’t bother to reply. She just handed him a stack of napkins with the note on top. He read the note and then looked – and sounded – confused. Gia practically had to bite her tongue to keep from pointing out that for a British American, he certainly wasn’t that clever. It wouldn’t do to rile him up, however. So Gia made sure to keep her mouth shut.

Be nice, Gia.

Daniel: “Uh…then where do you suppose we go, Gia?”

Gia smiled and hooked her arm around his.

“Let’s go get some crappy coffee, shall we? We have the best coffee and tea, bar none, in the entire world. I’m sure you guys have the same kind at your Hellfire.”

Though she wasn’t at the dinner yesterday, Gia had been told about the comment Daniel had made about Helena. That was interesting. She led him out of the Great Hall.

“I’m interested in a certain comment that you had made at the dinner last night.”

That was all she would say for now. She’d wait until they were out of ear-and-eyeshot before she’d speak again.

 

[Discord]

Hellfire Club - Great Hall

Gia: "Let's go get some crappy coffee, shall we? We have the best coffee and tea, bar none, in the entire world. I'm sure you guys have the same kind at your Hellfire."

Daniel laughed.

"Our tea is MUCH better, but yes..it's a similar spread."

Daniel was intrigued. He had quite literally put the fear of life into The White Bishop last night for her little physical stunt and now it seemed as if she was intentionally reaching out to him, trying to make some kind of connection. For a moment, Daniel wondered if it had been an assignment, but it had become clear to him since arriving in New York that people didn't trust Gia on The White Court..and Gia didn't trust them, not even her own King and Queen. Whatever her reason for requesting an audience with him, The Red Bishop felt a sense of duty to find out what that was. It could prove useful. And Daniel wasn't a total bitch, he just liked to create clear boundaries. Gia had crossed them last night, he had shown her the error of her ways, and as long as she acted in accordance, they would be fine.

Gia: "I'm interested in a certain comment you had made at the dinner last night."

"I promise I meant no harm. If The White Queen likes her bangs? Then I like her bangs. I apologize."

He searched his mind for anything of importance he might have said at dinner the night before. To be honest, he was a bit drunk and feeling a little bitchy, coming face to face with Helena's murderers for the first time since The Uprising. There was a lot of shade thrown. Gia seemed hyper sensitive about her movements being monitored which intrigued him. Everybody at Hellfire knew they were being monitored at all times, especially in the American branch. It caused Daniel to realize that Gia might need to talk to him about something sensitive, so he stepped in as they separated from the crowd. He whispered into her ear.

"There is a bar a few blocks away from the mansion that is safe from the surveillance of The Hellfire Club. Helena would take meetings there. We have some time...let's go."

Daniel held his arm out for The White Bishop as the two exited the manor and headed out into the bustling streets of New York, which seemed like a different world altogether compared to Hellfire. The Red Bishop took in a deep breath of the cold air, exhaling it with joy. It felt good to be in an open space, even if it was a busy city street. He eyed the woman up and down. Being seen leaving with Gia might cast some suspicion onto him, but he was smart enough to work around the backlash he might face. Plus, the allure of The White Court was not lost on him. Cameron and Haleigh were a little chav for his liking, but they were a powerful duo. The White Bishop had inherited an internation crime dynasty and their White Rook had connections in the UN, not to mention the White King's business empire and the legacy of his brilliant mother. He had wanted to connect with Haleigh, and he figured that Gia might be a good way to approach that, depending on what she had to say. They began to walk down the streets, weaving in and out of the many patrons of the street as they made their way towards their destination.

"I take it you wanted to talk to me about something deeper than my preferences for The White Queen's hair..what comment are you referring to?"

 

[Persephone]

They spoke shop about the Amanda and AJ situation, Ashley's reaction, and pushing Amanda toward Archer. It was all business that needed to be discussed, but not something Ava wanted to talk about while showering. So she lead John into the steamy bathroom, pulling him into the shower as she back into it, allowing the water to drench her body. She slicked her hair back with her hands before sliding them up along John's toned stomach and chest. Ava wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting to her toes so their lips were nearly touching.

"Good idea on conserving water..."

John: “That’s what I’m here for...the big ideas...”

"And other big things..."

She added with a grin before their lips connected passionately and like they hadn't just had sex twice already. She could feel him hard against her leg as she pulled her body against his, John's hands gliding along her wet skin effortlessly. She softly moaned into their kiss, never wanting him to stop, but he soon broke it much to Ava's displeasure and turned her around so her back was pressed against his hard body. She craned her neck to the side to allow his mouth access, her eyes shutting as she slid her hands up his outer thighs needing to touch him. Then he moved onto her hair, shampooing it in such a way it was ridiculously sexy.

John: "So beautiful..."

Ava smiled, turning her head to look at him as he put some body wash into the palm of his hand.

"Bias..."

She teased until she felt his hands slid against her skin once again. Her head tilted back resting against John's shoulder as his soapy hands massaged her breasts, slid across her stomach, up her sides, shoulders, arms, everywhere. Then he lowered himself to wash her legs and Ava's breathing began to pick up wishing he would stay down there and devour her under the hot water. But he stood, his arm moving around her wait to hold her against him while his other hand slipped between her legs. Ava expelled a pleasurable gasp, her body bowing against his and pushing into his touch.

John: “I don’t want to miss a single spot..."

"No....never..."

She breathlessly whispered, words lost to her in that moment. Moaning louder as his fingers slipped into her, she was soaked, and not because of the shower.

"John.."

Her tone heavy with need, unable to take the foreplay anymore. Her neck extended back and tilted to capture his mouth, kissing him with a heat that rivaled the steam within the bathroom. She reached for his hand between her legs and stopped him so she could turn and face him, their lips never parting. Ava wrapped her arms around John's neck, bringing him with her as she back into the shower wall. Lifting herself up into his arms, Ava wrapped her legs around his waist, her back pressed into the tile as he pushed inside her causing her to break the kiss and moan out loudly.

"God...you feel better and better every time..."

It was like the more they fucked the better it got, John like a drug Ava didn't want to stop taking. Her body craved him just as badly as her heart loved him. Getting to the Red Event on time was definitely going to be a task.

 

[Steel]

The Shower

He moved his hands over her entire body, feeling every inch of her, every inch of him pressed against her. He wanted her, but he took his time, wanting her to feel how much he adored her. So he worshiped her body before reaching between her legs to ignite the spark. And she was burning already. Her mouth found his and she turned to face him, her arms coming around him, her soapy breasts pressed against his chest. He kissed her long and slow, ready to show her his love this time, not just his need.

She pulled him forwards so she was pinned against the shower wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her.

"God...you feel better and better every time..."

"I'm memorizing every part of you..."

He didn't go hard like the last time, he didn't want to slam her against the wall - he kept his movements slow, really feeling her. Exploring her with his mouth. Pressing his body against hers.

"You'll always know how much I love you..."

He increased his pace, but was no less gentle.

"You'll never want for anything..."

She felt so incredible...and made him feel so incredible...if she'd have asked he would have said he could fly. He looked up into her dark eyes as she moved above him.

"I would die to make you happy..."

 

[Persephone]

Steam rose off of them and Ava could have sworn it was from them and not the hot water. Her back was pressed against the tile wall, legs wrapped around John's waist, and arms around his neck. He entered her slowly and it was like the first time all over again. She expelled a low moan, feeling him fill her so completely it was intoxicating. It was literally like every time they were together it kept getting better.

John: "I'm memorizing every part of you..."

His words like poetry as he began to press his hips into her slowly, grinding his body against Ava with a sensual ease.

"You're a good study.."

She whispered through her moans, Ava's head extending back to the tile behind her as John began to kiss her throat and neck. Every movement against her as like electricity coursing through her body, her moans soft with each connection of his hips.

John: "You'll always know how much I love you... You'll never want for anything..."

"John...."

She whispered his name, wanting to say more to him in that moment but unable to. Her tone, the way she said it, was enough for him to understand exactly what she wanted to say. His pace quickened and Ava let out a cry, gripping his shoulders tightly as her body hemmed upwards against the wall with each thrust. She tightened her legs around John's waist, anchoring herself to him firmly as she began to drive her hips down to meet with each connection. Her hand wrapped around the back of his head, holding him to her chest as her whimpers of pleasure filled the bathroom. Then he looked up at her causing Ava to look down, her breath shallow, eyes dark and filled with such pleasure and love.

John: "I would die to make you happy..."

"You make me happy."

Her words final. She had everything one could ever want in life. Money, power, a title. She had expensive clothing, cars, yachts, and mansion. She literally grew up as the 1% without and kept it into adulthood. But the one thing she had never allowed herself to have was love, until now. John made her more happy than she could have ever dreamt of, and that's all that mattered. He didn't need to give her anything but him. That was enough. Ava pressed her lips deeply against John's, her tongue tasting him with a passion and need. She began to roll her hips into his thrusts, feeling herself on the precipice on pleasure. Her moans became more frequent between their kiss, her body tensing until she had to break the kiss, her forehead pressed against John's and lips only inches apart from his.

"Don't stop...don't stop..."

She begged, her voice an octave higher knowing she was almost to her climax. Then finally her body began to shudder, Ava crying out as she came against John. She pulled herself tightly against him, burying her face into his neck as she rode the wave he gave her, her moans muffled but very apparent. It was then she felt him spill into her finding his own climax, the warmth overtaking her and making her shut her eyes with a satisfied happiness knowing he met his pique as well. Her breath was shallow and hot against his neck, arms clutching around his shoulders. She pressed her lips agains his skin softly kissing him, the water still hot on their bodies.

"I love you, John."

 

[Hex]

Brienne spread herself wide for him to look, never one to be shy about anything, especially her body. But as she slid her fingers over her sex she grinned mischievously as Alek inhaled a sharp breath, feeling the pleasure she was giving herself. She lifted her fingers to his mouth for him to taste but he snatched her wrist, holding it tight before finally tasting her. Brienne licked her own lips, savoring the feeling of his tongue on her skin. She definitely didn't want to wait until whatever event the Red Court was throwing to fuck him again, and she told him as much. Alek let her hand go and walked away from the bed, Brienne narrowing her eyes just slightly thinking of a quick way to kill the bastard for teasing her then leaving. But lucky for him he grabbed the belt from his pants and began to walk back toward her, causing Brienne to grin.

"Aren't you full of surprises...."

She purred deeply as he snatched her hands and bound her wrists with the leather belt, pushing her hands up over her head forcing her to lay down. Bondage? Check one for the bear king. Alek finished off his scotch, his teeth holding a piece of ice as he climbed on top of her to drag the ice down her neck and chest. Once he reached her nipples she inhaled a sharp breath, the ice making her hard with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes watched as he drug the cube down her stomach and to her thighs, Brienne's opening herself wider for him knowing exactly where the next destination would be. Then his cold mouth was on her and she let out a low and appreciative moan. He fucked her with his tongue with a skilled ease, tasting her deeply before sucking her in all the right places. Brienne reached down and grasped Alek's long hair holding him in place while pushing her sex into his mouth. Her moans got louder and louder, felling the burning deep within her grow until finally she couldn't remain still any longer.

"Fuuuuuck..."

Groaning out as she began to come, Alek continued to enjoy his feast making the orgasm that much more pleasurable. Her moans filled the room, her head extended back and eyes shut at the feeling he gave her. She kept this one for herself, savoring the moment in it's entirety. She didn't want to spoil Alek....but she wouldn't let him go without reward. He kissed and licked his way up her body, Brienne hungrily taking his mouth as his hands unbound her wrists. Then he rolled over, pulling her on top of him with ease. She could feel him hard between her thighs, so close to being inside her, yet so painfully far. He lifted up the belt, folded in half for her to see. Brienne lifted a single eyebrow with a salacious grin. A mixture of pain a pleasure? Check number two for the bear king. He snapped the belt against Brienne's thigh and ass causing her to cry out, her breathing accelerating at the pain of the hit. Her skin flushed pink, stinging and tingling in the aftermath.

"You like that?"

Her grin was cheshire in width as Alek handed her the belt. A low laugh escaped her lips as she ran the leather across her palm, her eyes never leaving Alek's.

"Giving a psycho a weapon is never a good idea..."

She snapped the two ends of the belt together causing it to crack loudly to emphasis her point. Then she lifted her hips and took Alek fully within her without pause. Running the leather belt across her breast and nipples, her chest rise and fall heavily as she began to roll her hips, grinding down against Alek's cock. Moving the belt down her stomach, she lifted it and cracked it against her own thigh, transferring the pain mixed with her pleasure to Alek. Gritting her teeth at the sting of the belt but the feel of his cock within her, it was the perfect pairing, Brienne moaning with a sadistic giggle.

"How's it feel, love? You like the sting?"

She growled as the belt flew out of her hand and wrapped itself tightly around Alek's wrists, her telekensis pulling his arms over his head and keeping them there despite his struggles. She placed her hands on Alek's chest and began to ride him fast and hard, bucking her hips against him rapidly like riding a bull. She now flooded him with every ounce of pleasure she felt, not pulling back and ounce. She wanted him to feel everything inside his core, her cries as she fucked him evident of how good he felt.

"Tell me how badly you want to come..."

She growled again, her icy eyes dark with pleasure, feeling her own pleasure began to build within her, in turn building within Alek.

 

[Savage]

The Hellfire Club - - The Red Queen’s Chambers

He had intended to be gentle this time, but as soon as he brought them together, conscious thought left him. There was only the way She felt, and the fervent need She inspired, which drove his pace faster until Her legs locked around his waist with a startling strength, slowing him down. He lifted his head from Her chest to look up at Her as She sat up, wrapping Her arms around his neck and kissing him, Her hands in his hair.

He slowed himself, drawing almost all the way out of Her before pressing back in again, his arms sliding around Her back. Her head fell to rest on his shoulder, as Her hips encouraged him faster again, and he gave Her what she wanted, while his mouth attacked Her neck and shoulders. His entire body felt as it often did after a hunting chase, pumped up with adrenaline and exhilaration. Over a hundred years alive and there were so few women who made him feel this way.

His moans echoed Hers, and when Her body tightened around him and shook, he came hot and heavy. He slowed, not wanting to stop, but eventually he had to. He sat back on his haunches, with Her resting in his lap. She kissed him again, and his fingertips grazed up and down Her back as he met Her tongue with his tenderly. When they finally stopped, he gave Her a soft smile.

“My Ashley. I will never deny You either, you know.”

He promised, stroking Her hair back away from Her face, his eyes seeking Hers.

“I am Yours, and no one else’s.”

He added, echoing what She’d said before. It was just as true in reverse.

 

[Steel]

The Shower

When she said his name, it told him more than everything she had said to him the night before. He knew with certainty the love she felt for him, and the love he felt for her. They held on to each other, moving as one body. He would have died to make her happy.

"You make me happy."

“That’s all I want...”

They were so close, and there was nothing in the world to him except her. The mansion could have fallen down around them, and he wouldn’t have noticed. He never felt closer to her as when she came in his arms, and he held her against him as her body shook. She felt amazing, and it only took moments before he joined her, crying out as her face buried in his neck, her soft lips kissing his shoulder.

"I love you, John."

“And I love you, Ava, my Queen.”

He set her down gently, the hot water rinsing the two of them. His hand reached to her face and brought her to him for a kiss. He smiled as they parted, and reached to turn off the water. He took her hand to help her out of the shower, and opened a towel for her before wrapping another around his waist.

 

[Berserker]

Alek’s Room

Alek took considerable pleasure, not just in putting his hands and mouth all over Brienne’s incredibly sexy body, but in exceeding her expectations. He saw when he tied her up that it surprised her, and he suspected that very little in her life surprised her. Her moans let him know he was on the right track, using his mouth to his - and her - advantage. But now he wanted her to fuck him, so he rolled onto his back and upped the game along with his cock. He slapped her playfully with his belt.

"You like that?"

He licked his lips.

“Yeah, I like you hot and bothered, baby.”

He handed her the belt.

"Giving a psycho a weapon is never a good idea..."

“I can take it.”

She took him inside her with one movement, the way she was running the leather of the belt over her body making him stiffen even more. She rode him like she was born to do it, and when she slapped the belt against her own thigh, she made him feel it. He moaned loudly, the mixture of her pleasure and pain delicious.

"How's it feel, love? You like the sting?"

“Oh, yeah...do it again, baby...”

Suddenly the belt was around his wrists, holding them above his head. Her power really was amazing. He laughed, pulling against his bonds.

“That’s more like it.”

And then she was fucking him harder, her body moving like a dancer above him, but he hardly noticed amid the floor of feeling she was giving him. His head slammed back against the bed, his eyes closing.

“FUCK! Bree...fuck!”

It was like a thousand orgasms at once, not able to think, see, smell, or taste anythign but her pleasure.

"Tell me how badly you want to come..."

“God...fuck! I want to come...please...I need to...shit! That’s so good...so fucking good...let me come inside you...”

He had to come, there was no avoiding it. He felt like his dick was going to shoot off his body and into orbit. This was a hundred times more than what she’d given him before. How had he never fucked this woman before? It made him want to move to London tomorrow. He’d do anything, pay anything, to keep feeling like this.

As soon as she started to come and her body clenched his cock he came, hard, yelling out loudly. It was a long time before he could even open his eyes, and when he finally did, his eyes took a moment to focus on her.

“Shit baby.”

 

[Valkyrie]

The Red Queen's Chambers

She hadn't remembered that it could be like this. When it wasn't just fucking, for the pleasure a release could bring. It was his head against her chest, her head on his shoulder, their arms holding one another. Wanting to possess every thing about the other person, hands not knowing what to touch next but having to feel him.

She was loud and she didn't care, crying out with euphoric pleasure until her body tensed and then released, shuddering and bucking. When he spilled into her it was like being touched by a god, and when she looked down at him he truly looked like a god, as wild and untamed as Fenrir himself. He sat back and she settled into his lap, kissing him, her hands touching his bearded face, in his soft hair. She never wanted to let him go - when she stopped to look deep into his eyes, he smiled at her, and her heart leapt like a young girl with her first crush. She wanted to envelop him in her arms, make him feel what she was feeling. His fingertip on her back made her smile back, tickling and arousing her at the same time. In his face she saw the boy he must have been, before the wolf.

“My Ashley. I will never deny You either, you know.”

Her smile widened to a grin. She believed him. She never wanted him to feel forced, or obligated - but right then her insecurity melted away, and she believed he would never leave her, never want to leave her. She nuzzled her nose against his, as he had done to her earlier.

"I'll never give you a reason to."

He pushed her hair away from her face, and their eyes met, his such an amazing hazel that it was like they had been carved from precious stones.

“I am Yours, and no one else’s.”

She pressed her lips softly against his, wrapping her arms tighter around him. When she pulled back, she gazed at him wistfully.

"You make me forget everything else. Everyone else."

She ran her fingers back through his hair...and then noticed the clock on the wall behind him. She sighed, leaning forward to rest her forehead against his.

"But I am supposed to meet with Cameron."

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up, grabbing his hand as she stood to bring him up off the ground with her.

"Do you want to walk with me?"

She went into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear to Arklay, settling on tan riding pants, a red plaid fitted shirt, unbuttoned nearly to her navel, red knee high riding boots and tan fur vest. She brushed her hair and tied it back into a ponytail with a red ribbon. The two of them walked together towards Cameron's study, Ashley slipping her hand into his. And when they reached the door, she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

"This won't take long."

She smiled reassuringly, though whether for his or her own benefit she wasn't sure.