A Weekend Affair # 6 - The Red Bacchanalia

[Sparrow]

La Hacienda

Elena started listing out her conditions for Carolina making a visit to New York. The first being that Cameron wasn't going to shove her and their daughter into some house somewhere like a kept woman and a dirty secret. Carolina was coming there to see him, and he should spend time with her - otherwise he might as well come down to the Hacienda on weekends.

Cameron: "If you think it's truly appropriate for Carolina to stay there, then she shall. It is where she belongs anyhow, but take a minute to truly understand what it is you are saying before you make that decision."

Elena scoffed.

"Well of course it's not appropriate. But I won't have my daughter treated like she's not good enough to stay with her father."

Cameron assured her that his people would act appropriately in front of Carolina. She was still skeptical at this, and told him if anyone was nasty to Carolina in any way, they would be on the first flight home.

Cameron: "Not before said person dies in a public forum."

She smirked.

"Even if that person is your wife?"

She told him that it was too late in the evening to take Carolina on a trip, but that they would fly up in the morning.

Cameron: "That's probably for the best, regents from Europe are staying at the mansion. They leave tomorrow, hopefully in the morning...but acuerdo."

Elena laughed, holding her arms over her chest in the cool evening air.

"You left visiting royals to come drink tequila? That woman messed you up more than I thought."

Carolina had been playing in the fountain, and now was coming to her with a very telltale look on her face. She held out her arms.

"Come here, pequena." [baby]

Carolina: "I'm sleepy mami, but I don't want to go to sleep. I want to stay up. So papa doesn't have to go."

Cameron reached out and picked Carolina up, and it gave Elena a little pang to see it.

Cameron: "Dulcita, you have to sleep...I cannot have you arrive to my home and be tired. There is too much to see."

Carolina: "I'm going to your casa?! En serio! Mami! Is it true?!"

Her daughter's excitement was visible, and when she looked at Elena for validation, she smiled and nodded.

"Si, we are going on a trip to visit your papa's home."

Cameron: "It's true. And this means two things - I need to go home to get ready for you and mami, and you need to go to sleep so that you will be well rested and ready to soak in all there is to see."

Cameron hugged Carolina, until she protested that she needed to get to sleep. But Elena was pretty sure it would not be easy to get those little eyes to close tonight. She just hoped she was doing the right thing. But to deny him, was to have him plot against her, and if he wanted his daughter he would take her if he had to. This way she still had some control.

Cameron: "Thank You...for today. You didn't have to do any of this."

"I did it for her."

His arms came around her and she closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against his chest as she hugged him back.

Cameron: "You should get some sleep too...it's sure as hell going to be interesting to have you back in the walls of Hellfire. Are you sure you're ready for it?"

She looked up at him.

"Absolutely not."

She had thought she would never set foot in that place, in that city, again. At least unless it was at Cameron's side.

Cameron: "I shouldn't keep her waiting much longer. I should go."

She smirked again.

"And here I thought you were King."

Her eyes were bright and teasing as she said it, though. Cameron took her hand, and she stared down at it for a moment before looking back up.

Cameron: "It's all going to be okay. I promise."

"I'm going to hold you to that, Cameron King. This is one you cannot break."

Cameron: "I'll see you tomorrow Elena. You've got my digits. Just let me know what aero space to have you picked up from tomorrow."

She nodded, and then he was gone. Carolina was calling impatiently to her, and Elena headed towards home, so she could pack for war.

 

[Valkyrie]

The Bacchanalia

Ashley and Ava teased their men with a little show - not that Ashley would have been opposed to taking it further. She especially liked how enrapt AJ appeared to be by what they were doing.

AJ: "I'm told the paint is edible...."

Ashley smile naughtily and slinked back over to AJ.

"A theory we will surely test before the night is over."

Ava wished them well, then lead John away to enjoy the party.

AJ: "She left too soon..."

She turned to him and pressed her body against his pointedly. She clicked her tongue.

"But I promised no one else but you, so I guess I can't invite Ava to sleep over any more..."

She looked up at him and batted her lashes at him teasingly. She laughed as she curled her arm around his, and he led her to the makeshift arena where her guards were putting on a display of their fighting prowess. She smiled happily when he ordered something for her to eat, because he had remembered exactly what she'd said she wanted to do. He stepped behind her and put his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. Her smile widened when he kissed her cheek, and she rubbed his forearms. And soon, she was munching on a shank of roasted bear meat, and drinking wine, and watching an excellent match between her Rook-to-be and another guard that looked about seven feet tall.

Soon, however, they were interrupted by Haleigh, with Alek in tow.

Haleigh: "Ash, you are topless, you tease. Well, you look fantastic. And this party is legendary, so bravo. Not to rain, but I have some significant news. No word from my Knight. Her tracker has been in Mexico all afternoon, but now she's on the move. We can expect her back soon, and maybe Cameron too, there's no way to tell."

"Jack has not been contact with her either, so I don't know what that means."

Ashley made no move either away from AJ or to put down her snack.

"I guess we better enjoy ourselves while we can then."

She held her bear out to Haleigh.

"Bite?"

 

[Berserker]

The Bacchanalia

Haleigh look incredibly beautiful, but he couldn't help but lean in and mention how he preferred her in red. His bathrobe, in his bedroom, specifically.

Haleigh: "Of course you do. Maybe I'll buy a little red number, for your eyes only. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please."

A little rumble of arousal came from his chest. Her fingers were running along his scar, and he could imagine her fingers on something else.

Haleigh: "I'm glad this paint is dry, I'd hate to ruin such intricate artwork..."

"You can ruin my paint job anytime."

He stood at her side, showing off all the delights of the Bacchanalia, asking her what she wanted to do first. The fingers of their hands were interlinking, and he was about to lean in for a kiss when she was suddenly looking over his shoulder at something else.

Haleigh: "Wait wait wait. Am I hallucinating, or is Ash actually topless?"

He sighed.

"I suppose it depends on your definition."

He turned to look, and Haleigh was already off in her direction.

Haleigh: "Ash, you are topless, you tease. Well, you look fantastic. And this party is legendary, so bravo. Not to rain, but I have some significant news. No word from my Knight. Her tracker has been in Mexico all afternoon, but now she's on the move. We can expect her back soon, and maybe Cameron too, there's no way to tell."

Ashley: "Jack has not been contact with her either, so I don't know what that means."

"That she's gone over to his side?"

AJ was wrapped around Ashley like a blanket, and she was chomping on a piece of meat like, well, like a Viking. He managed to contain his disgust, but barely. He distracted himself by looking down into the pit below, and to his new Rook. The opponents were fighting without powers, to display their combat skills, but still his man was coming out on top. He was more and more convinced this has been an excellent choice. And it would be yet another skilled defender around if Haleigh needed it.

His attention went back to Haleigh and the others.

"I'll make sure our people are on alert, but there's not much else we can do but wait."

 

[Pathfinder]

The White Princess was left fuming from brunch as she walked by the various shops on fifth avenue, attempting a bit of retail therapy. If she couldn't fire a deadly mystic bolt right up the ass of The Black Queen, she was going to have to find another outlet, which was proving to be difficult. She felt a bit unsettled, for more than one reason. Her brother had dissappeared, and the fallout for that had sent the mansion into a tailspin. Not to mention she was dealing with the revelation that her mother had married Stavros Cassadine, making Ava her step sister. It was all very inflicting, which speaking of, she decided to inflict a little pain of her own, of the spoiled rich girl kind as she the double doors of the Chanel Boutique swung open for her as she quickly flipped her trenchcoat off her back, onto the counter and took of her black cat glasses slowly.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to get the champagne myself. Is Karl in house today? I'd like to see what he's planning for fall."

The nervous sales associates clammered about as one went to get a glass of champagne and the other searched Erika up and down, mentally trying to figure out if she should know who this woman was and didn't. She took a polite approach.

"Forgive me, Mr. Lagerfeld is in Milan as we speak. But if you'd like I'm sure we could schedule a viewing for you. I'll just need your name and the best number to reach you and we will contact to you all the dates."

A glass of champagne was delivered and placed delicately in her hand as her predatory eyes shifted from the associate to the man who'd given her the champagne.

"I prefer something with a bit more blush."

The White Princess extended her hand towards the staffmember as he grabbed it clumsily and darted off. Her icy cold cobalt blue eyes turned once again to the poor bitch who happened to be working at Chanel the day Erika felt vulnerable and needing to feel better about herself.

"Karl has my number, but thank you..."

Erika looked back and forth at the space of the shop, before smirking a bit, and smuldering at the woman's direction.

"Are you going to pull some looks for me, or am I going to have figure this out myself?"

Several minutes later, Erika had been brought some positively delicious all white looks, hoping that 'wearing the clothes' would help her figure out her place in the grand scheme of things at Hellfire. Not only that, it appeared that Cameron and her mother had begun a bitter war. It would mean that in order to protect the family, she was going to have to be on her best behavior, while reminding people exactly why The Kings were the premiere family of Hellfire. Especially since her sister-in-law had found herself pregnant with that nordic man's child. She had to start thinking like a politician. First and foremost, Haleigh and Cameron needed to work their shit out, if only to keep their numbers. The delicate thing about this entire situation was that The White Court needed to pretend that it wasn't about to birth the heirs of two courts and still keep people on their side. They needed to get people to buy into the idea that this was good for more than just Haleigh, Cameron and Alek. Haleigh had pulled the Red Court to her side, and it would need to be up to Cameron to pull the Black Court closer as well. And that was something Erika could help with. If she was willing to put aside her petty jealousy for long enough, which was near unlikely given the situation that occurred at brunch.

"The skirt's too big. Do me a favor..."

She pulled the skirt down off of her to reveal her white lace thong as she threw it over the door.

"I only wear sample sizes. Please don't make me remind you again."

[thinking]

"And I want to try on that pearl tone two piece suit."

[male voice] "The sounds of sales people scurrying across the marble floors? That can only mean one thing. Erika King is in the building."

Erika cocked an amused eyebrow as she opened the door in her bra and panties to see Simon Pratt standing in the arch way. He was one of the few children of Hellfire that didn't have much to do with it anymore. His mother had been Diana's personal musclewoman, but when she was murdered, Simon packed his bags to live with his Senator father. She had kept in touch, in fact she had bedded him before she arrived at the mansion. He was a typical spoiled brat, but was also an expert pianist and fencer, which drew Erika to him every now and then.

"Simon, I've had a long morning and my patience is wearing particularly thin...Do me a favor and evaporate."

She gestured her fingers comically as she closed the door behind her. She could hear him move closer.

Simon: "Thought you could ditch me that easily? What's this I hear about you staying in the city? And taking the title of White Princess no less."

Erika's eyes widened for a moment. She had forgotten that the world she lived in was now very small. Information traveled fast. And if he knew about her coronation, then he also knew how poorly it had gone. But it was also alarming how fast word had gotten back to a member who was still affiliated with The White Court, if only in a social capacity.

"What can I say, maybe this bird is trying to keep a little closer to the ground these days. My family needs me."

She could hear him laugh as she pryed open the door.

"And why are you laughing?"

Simon: "Oh I'm sorry did you not just hear yourself? No offense, Erika, you may be a Princess, but you certainly aren't Princess Di, so what's with the act."

"Remind me again why I tolerate you?"

Simon smiled as he made a gesture, gripping his package and giving her a grin.

Simon: "Oh you know why, Princess. Nice panties."

Erika blushed for a moment until she was reminded of Zach. She didn't know where exactly she had gone wrong, but she had made it very clear to him that she had trouble trusting, and asked him many times how he felt, what he was thinking. If he was going to take the time she was investing in him and ignore it, or worse, degrade it, then she couldn't well be bothered to feel bad about a damn thing. She looked Simon up and down for a moment. He was charming, crass, talented...and his power? It was something to be investigated. And it couldn't hurt to show up at The Red Party with luck on her side.

She began to put her clothes back on just as the sales clerk arriving with the pearl two piece she had asked for.

"I'm done trying things on. I'll take it. Just wrap it up."

Once she was fully clothed, she moved closer to Simon, pulling her sunglasses from her bosom.

"How'd you like to crash a Hellfire Party tonight?"

Simon: "And watch your brother and his friends smell their own flatulence? I'm good, doll."

Erika laughed.

"You are so disgusting. What if I tell you I can make it worth your while?"

Simon: "Now we're talking. What are we talking about here?"

The White Princess curled her lips into a smile as she sauntered over to him, tightening the base of his tie with her white manicured nails.

"Well, you'll just have to attend to find out."

She gave him a wink as the sales clerk arrived with her Chanel bag. Erika grabbed for it and gave Simon a one last look over.

"The Mansion. 9pm. Don't be late."

She left the shop feeling much better and resolved, though she was worried she gone a little soft on the sales clerk. When she returned to the mansion, she took her time getting ready, soaking in a nice bath, getting a massage, reinforcing her nails and changing into a drapy and flowy white fashion moment. As soon as she was ready, she headed down towards The Great Hall as she was greeted by Simon who embraced her with a passion, gripping her ass and pulling her close.

Simon: "So what kind of trouble are you trying to get into tonight?"

Erika placed her hands on his chest, giving him a smile.

"You're here tonight to help me prevent trouble."

Simon: "That's no fun."

"Well...if you come through for me tonight, you will be rewarded with more trouble than you can handle. Now let's go."

Erika and Simon were led into the party which was very sexy and very red party. The couples were all already paired off, but right now Erika wanted to keep her distance. It hadn't been long enough since brunch for Erika to approach Ava, but she knew at some point she had to. She needed to make sure that Ava knew that The White Court still supported her, and if Erika had to be that person, she would be. And from the looks of things, with Cameron still nowhere to be found and Haleigh still cozied up to Alek, it appeared she had no other choice BUT to.

"Let's grab a drink."

The two made their way over to the bar and ordered a drink as Erika awaited what she was sure was going to be a true disaster. Thankfully, she now had a lucky strike in her pocket.

 

[Persephone]

After a little show and play at John and AJ's expense, Ava and Ashley parted ways with their respective dates to enjoy the party. Ava kept her arm firmly around John's bare waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders, the two walking amongst the crowd as they parted to let them through.

"So....what did you want to do first?"

Ava perked up a brow, purposely phrasing her question that way to keep John a bit riled up.

John: "Now that is a loaded question right about now."

"Loaded? What ever do you mean?"

She coyly asked before chuckling, her smile radiating to her eyes as she looked up at him.

John: "But I'm thinking we should probably lounge on one of these couches while I feed you grapes. My Queen."

John was grinning at her with amusement, Ava scoffing out an amused laugh of her own at the image of him feeding her grapes in front of everyone. Then again, how could she deny her King what he wished? And John did love her mouth for various reasons. But in reality, Ava just wanted to enjoy a private moment sitting with John away from the crowd. Everyone was congregating around the fighting pit which allowed them to both sit on a red velvet couch nearby without being bothered. As requested, a servant brought over a golden tray with a pile of stemmed grapes sitting in the middle. Ava kept her body intimately close to John, her legs crossed at the knee and angled toward him as her hand slipped under the front of his tunic once again, gently smoothing across her bare abs.

Ava leaned in, her lips finding John's neck.

"Considering the food choices here....I believe grapes may be the only option for me...."

She teased playfully, smiling against his skin.

 

[Steel]

The Bacchanalia

Ava was acting like even more of a minx than usual, and after their afternoon? It was making it very difficult to be a good little party guest. Ava asked him what he wanted to do, and he couldn't help but suggest, considering her eschewing of the party's theme, but suggesting she lay down and allow him to feed grapes to her. They sat down on one of the plush backless couches, and Ava's hand began doing incredibly distracting things with his abs.

Ava: "Considering the food choices here....I believe grapes may be the only option for me...

"I'm pretty sure Ashley considers 'meat' a fruit."

Her lips were at his neck, so he ducked his head to meet them with his own, before plucking a grape off the bunch on the tray next to him, and holding it up for her then placing it gently to her lips.

"Are we trying to do anything at this thing other than keep our heads above water?"

He glanced around.

"I must admit I'll be glad when these visitors go home tomorrow."

It figured that all White and Red Courts' shit would be aired when they had 5 dignitaries staying with them. He leaned in and lowered his voice, smiling.

"But hey, maybe we'll get lucky and Cameron with kill Archer on his way to Alek."

 

[Persephone]

Ava and John made their way over to a beautiful couch near the back side of the room. Everyone seemed to be over enjoying the fighting pits, Ava spotting Amanda and Ben over there together. Curious, they seemed to be a bit more hands on with each other than usual. As for Daniel, he was near by as well, all of the Black Court accounted for in case Cameron did in fact show up.

As John and Ava settled onto the couch, Ava couldn't help herself but to touch John, deciding that maybe a tunic might be a staple wardrobe choice for him as Black King. Easy access, showing off his incredible stomach...what's there not to like? As she leaned intimately up against him, her lips kissing his neck, she teased at the fact that grapes might be the only food she'd be able to eat at the party.

John: "I'm pretty sure Ashley considers 'meat' a fruit."

Ava wrinkled her nose with a little chuckle.

"I'm pretty sure you're right."

Meat and fast food equally food groups for Ashley, and equally important. Ava was actually surprised Ashley didn't have a McDonalds erected for the party. As Ava proceeded to kiss John's neck, that was when he dipped his face down to capture her lips with his. Smiling against his kiss, her hand went to his jaw, holding him there for a moment longer before he pulled away. It was then John brushed the cool grape along Ava's lips causing them to upturn into a smirk. Opening her mouth a little wider, she accepted the grape, slowly chewing it and enjoying the sweetness.

John: "I must admit I'll be glad when these visitors go home tomorrow."

Her eyes scanned the room as well, nodding while she swallowed.

"Me too. I hate having our dirty laundry on display like this. But quite frankly, if we show that we can get through a duel pregnancy via two Kings, an attempted poisoning, and a King disappearing and STILL show our strength as a club? I'm pretty sure we got our point across to the Europeans."

That was when John leaned in a bit closer to her with a smirk.

John: "But hey, maybe we'll get lucky and Cameron with kill Archer on his way to Alek."

"Now that would be a peace offering gift I can get behind."

Ava agreed with a grin as her fingers plucked a grape from the stem and took it within her mouth. She gave a slow chew before capturing John's mouth with her own, allowing him to share the flavors of the Gods. Her hand, still under his tunic, slid down over the front of his pants that were concealed by the draped fabric.

"Should we give them a real Roman show?..."

Her smile was wicked at the suggestion of them fucking in the middle of the crowd for entertainment like was accustom many years ago in ancient times.

"I guarantee we'd gather more a crowd than those fighters."

Ava purred as she gave a side glance toward the crowd, of part her face enshrouded with shadows while a strip of light hit across her midnight eyes, making them gleam with a dark sexiness.

 

[Orion]

Hellfire - The Bacchanalia

It was an extreme challenge to decide what they should get into first. Should they sample from the wine fountains? He did love wine. Should they venture over to the fighting pit? The excitement and bloodlust provided a whole other kind of buzz for an empath. Should they find the buck he’d shot, roasting over the fire, and enjoy a prime cut? It was guaranteed to be delicious.

Brienne started to pull him in a particular direction, saying there was something she thought he’d be interested in. He followed curiously, though the little nook she pulled him in didn’t have anything particularly interesting. She took one of his hands and placed it on her body. Now he was interested, and grinned.
Brienne: Correct me if I'm wrong... But ancient Roman's didn't wear under garments...right?

“Well—”

He started thoughtfully, but then she guided his hand between her legs.

“Heh, heh, who even cares?”

He asked, as his fingers found a groove to follow. His other hand wrapped around to the small of her back to pull her closer.
Brienne: I want you..... Prendimi... [Take me...]

He kissed her feverishly. It wasn’t just that he heard her say it, but he could feel it too. He wanted her just as bad. He backed her onto the sofa, laying her down slowly, as he knelt over her. He pushed the front of her dress out of his way.

“Brie....”

He breathed, his hand going to the bottom edge of his tunic and pulling it up. The rest of the party going on behind him melted away. There was only her, and their shared desire. He was hard with it already, and quickly guided himself into her. His lips found hers again, as he rocked his hips hard.

 

[Hex]

The second she guided Zach fingers to her sex, he took over, stroking down the length of her, making her sigh out a heated breath. She wanted him in that moment more than she had wanting anything in her life, unable to continue to act of teasing and foreplay. She kissed him, telling him she wanted him; telling him to take her. He responded with his mouth covering hers, pushing her back toward the couch. For the first time since arriving at the American Branch, she was so fucking grateful for a themed party that required tunics and dresses. Laying back onto the couch, Brienne's chest heaved in and out as her icy eyes looked up at Zach with so much desire.

Zach: "Brie..."

She shut her eyes for a moment, whispering 'fuck' to herself at how he said her name. Why did this feel so much different than before? Whatever the reason, she liked it, and she didn't want it to stop. Her eyes were hooded as she watched Zach push her dress to the side before moving his own tunic away. He was already so fucking hard, Brienne lifting her eyes to meet with his as he climbed on top of her. She parted her legs, accepting him as he pushed deep into her, causing her to groan deeply. His hips began to rock against her, Brienne wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him close against her. Her tongue took shelter in his mouth, moans coming from between their kiss with each connection of Zach's hips. Her mind was dizzy, Brienne opening herself up to Zach and sharing everything he was making her feel - both the physical pleasure and emotional. Parting her lips from his, she looked up at him, her hand sliding down his beard as she hooked her leg around his hip changing the angle. She gripped his face, her breath hitching in her throat, the pleasure becoming too much.

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

She breathlessly begged, her hips rolling against his to meet with every connection. She could feel herself about to come, flooding Zach with the intense feeling until finally, Brienne began to cry out as she came, her body shaking beneath Zach's as she gripped tightly onto him, pressing her lips against his once again. How was she supposed to leave tomorrow? How could she leave this?

 

[Steel]

The Bacchanalia

They sat together, John feeding her grapes, while he expressed what a relief it would be to have the Europeans go home.

Ava: "Me too. I hate having our dirty laundry on display like this. But quite frankly, if we show that we can get through a duel pregnancy via two Kings, an attempted poisoning, and a King disappearing and STILL show our strength as a club? I'm pretty sure we got our point across to the Europeans."

"And to ourselves."

He gave her a little half smile. No matter what happened with Cameron, the rest of the inner circle had come together in a crisis, and that had to count for something.

He watched her mouth as she popped another grape into her mouth, then pressed her lips against his. He could taste the sweetness, which somehow intensified the kiss, but when the hand that had been on his stomach slid lower, his body was on full alert.

Ava: "Should we give them a real Roman show?...I guarantee we'd gather more a crowd than those fighters."

He chuckled, a low rumble from his chest.

"I'm sure we would. Though I'm not sure I want to share you with the entire party."

There was a glint in her eye, and he could tell the idea excited her. He put a hand on her knee, whispering against her lips.

"But maybe you'd like a dance from our blonde friend?"

The hand found its way under the slit of her dress, his desire filled eyes watching hers.

"No one could refuse you, my beautiful queen."

 

[Wallflower]

The Black Princess was relieved to know that the hunch she had about Cameron's whereabouts had paid off, though she did not stop working throughout the afternoon. She was hesitant to leave her court without a Knight, but she understood and was touched by Ava's decision. But times were chaotic and ambiguous. And while she didn't doubt The Black Court's ability to protect itself, she knew that courts were safer with knights. It was a sacred bond, the one between knight and queen. It was a relationship and a loyalty that was not easily severed. You had to love the Queen in order to keep her safe. John had taught her that. And so she moved on throughout the day, attending to every single variable her brilliant mind could imagine.

It didn't take a genius to know that Kelly was likely in Greece with her new husband. But the whereabouts of it's actual location had been cloudy. However, Ava had given them a valuable tool to use against her father - TRICELL. The former Sub Zero had ins with Stavros' men, and it was well known that Stavros was not a man to truly care about what 'fell off the truck'. Now that they had those men, it didn't take long for her to obtain the coordinates to The Cassadine Compound. In the next twenty four hours, she would have set up massive surveillance, as close as her insiders were able to get without fear. And this kind of information made her feel a bit better about taking the title of Princess. She glanced at her watch, realizing she needed to start getting ready for The Red Party. She moved through the security feeds, watching as people began to file into the party, and she leaned back in her office chair, grabbing the glass of red wine from her black oak desk in front of her, taking a swig.

[smirking]

"Well Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

She toasted in rememberance of Shakespeare before getting some current security updates and heading back to her quarters, drawing herself a piping hot showers. As the suds ran down her body, she beamed a bit with some pride at the thought that she was now The Black Princess of Hellfire. That in an emergency situation, Ava had looked at her and decided that if she were to die, Amanda would rise up as Queen, and cementing her as Black Princess made Amanda feel as an official heir to The Black Throne. It was very exciting. She'd gotten it a bit more sloppy than she anticipated - but she finally got it.

Before long, Amanda had changed into a custom black and gold versace gladiator dress. The medallions in the ribbing of the skirt and corset were of the Versace medallion, which also was the symbol for Medusa. It felt like her superhero costume, and tonight, though she was walking in as a princess, she wanted to send the message that she was also a warrior, and would fight for her rulers and her peers. Going with a soft blowout and a gun metal pink lip, The Black Princess was in the midst of lacing her boots when there was a knock at the door.

[struggling to lace, gritting teeth]

"Comee...In...[jumbled]."

Her eye caught Benjamin Lewis walking into her room, looking some kind of roman Neo from the matrix, the fabric barely able to contain the muscles underneath them. She paused for a moment, taking him in. With a smirk she extended her leg completely upright, the bottom of her foot, a few feet from his face, before cocking her head to the side.

[sultry]

"Care to give a girl a hand?"

Benjamin laughed.

Ben: "More than one...."

She watched to see if his giant fingers could possibly be dextrous enough to finish lacing her boot, and was pleasantly surprised to see that they could. For a moment she enjoyed the tightening of the lace, and the sound it made as he threaded it through swiftly, leaving a tingling sensation in it's place. Amanda's modern gothic decor paired with their outfits made her feel like a character in one of her novels. She wanted to take him then and there, but she knew there wasn't anytime, and Ben seemed to know that too, as he seemed to be very enthusiastic about lacing her up. When she was in place he extended a hand to lift her off her bed and into his beautiful blue eyes. It was nice to be able to forget about Hellfire for a moment. To just feel like a woman. A woman who wanted to feel and be treated like a woman. And Ben was giving that to her. She gave him a soft kiss.

Ben: "You look devestatingly beautiful...princess.

His face found itself buried in her neck, his large beard prickling her collarbone as he kissed her. There was something about being Princess that made her feel a bit safer, that she could even think about entertaining a romantic relationship with a member of her court. She had always loved to keep her work life as professional as possible. Well, for the most part. She pulled away from him placing her hands on either side of his chest, smoothing the leather down beneath her palms.

"So..what was the rook's day like today."

Ben smiled.

Ben: "Well, it involved a lot of gardening. And some flower arranging."

Amanda cocked a confused eyebrow.

Ben: "Black Lotus Blossoms. Found some crazy nuns in South Hampton that actually grow them.."

The Black Princess smiled, pleasantly surprised. The Black Lotus Blossom was lethal to witches and magick users, so the fact that Benjamin had tracked some down had been very impressive.

"Now that's a valuable find."

Ben arched his eyebrow in a jovial and flirty way as his hands pulled hers from his chest and brought them down to her side, their hands now locked.

Ben: "And now we have several beautiful Black Lotus bouquets in various areas of The Black Court, including the Queen and King's Quarters. And a supply to maintain them. Let the magick users try and catch us in the Black bloody corridor. We'll show 'em what for."

"Okay, Ponyboy. Calm down.."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Though it is very impressive...and makes me feel, much, much better about things."

The blossoms would keep Kelly, Brienne and Erika out of The Black Corridor, and that was worth it alone. The music began to pump a bit louder as Amanda sighed, realizing it was time to head down.

"Well, here's to hoping Cameron doesn't show up and tear the mansion in half."

Ben: "At least not before I get to eat some of my moose."

They laughed before Ben escorted her down to the party, which was very sexy, very manly, and very Ashley. It seemed as if the rift between the Queens had been repaired because they all looked to be enjoying themselves very much so, some more than others. She noticed a sexy little dalliance going on between her King and Queen and laughed as her and Ben grabbed a drink, making sure to make her rulers notice her presence but give them their privacy.

"So far so good. Your moose is over there I believe."

She pointed towards the meat stations as Ben all but bolted over, leaving her in the dust. She smiled, sipping her champagne and exhaling deeply, hoping that they would get just one event of peace, and knowing that shit was likely about to hit the fan.

 

[Persephone]

All eyes were on the battling Red Guards in the pit, leaving John and Ava to take advantage of a private moment amongst the crowded party. They were tucked away in the far corner, eating grapes and kissing intimately; enjoying the sweetness of the fruit and each other. It felt a bit different now, being with John without the looming and suffocating tension that had built between herself and Haleigh. While everything hadn't been completely mended, it was far better than it was, letting Ava relax a bit more. The Cameron situation was unfortunately still not resolved, and that threat could still very much walk in and tear the place apart. But Ava didn't want to think about that quite yet. She wanted to enjoy the party, considering both the White and the Black parties had been complete shit for her.

Ava ran her hand under John's tunic and across his lap, feeling that he was just as aroused as she was. With a playful smile, she suggested giving the guests a real Roman show. John chuckled deeply, a sound Ava had always loved to hear.

John: "I'm sure we would. Though I'm not sure I want to share you with the entire party."

"You wouldn't be sharing me per say...."

Ava teased with a smirk, her eyes sexy and playful at the thought.

John: "But maybe you'd like a dance from our blonde friend?"

Now that perked up Ava's brow, her smirk becoming salacious in nature. She found John's lips, kissing him slowly as her hand gently slid from his cock and back up to his stomach, not wanting him to get too turned on yet.

"Mmm...now that sounds like a fantastic idea..."

She purred against his lips before pulling back enough to look into his dark eyes. That was when she felt his hand slid up her bare leg, her eyes lowering to watch it disappear under the high slit of her dress before she flicked them back up to meet with his. It was a push and pull between them; a game of desire that was making Ava want to fuck him right there.

John: "No one could refuse you, my beautiful queen."

The ability John had to make her feel like the most powerful and beautiful woman in the world made her so wet for him. Ava wickedly smile, and as if on instinct, she extended her hand out and captured the wrist of the blonde servant who happened to be passing by. Ava looked over at the beautiful girl who bowed her head respectfully.

Girl: "Your majesties. How may I be of service."

"What's your name?"

Girl: "Isabelle, your grace."

"Beautiful name for such a beautiful girl..."

Isabelle: "Thank you, your grace."

"My King and I have been intrigued by you since we arrived....Perhaps you could, entertain us...?"

Ava purred with a sexy lit to her tone, her grasp on the girls hand loosening so she could allow her fingers to slid down Isabelle's palms and to the tips of her fingers.

"And in turn, we could entertain you."

Isabelle smiled eagerly before bowing her head in agreement. Ava looked over at John pleased before settling even closer to him, still very much aware of his hand resting on her upper thigh under her dress. Isabelle began to move slowly to the music, rolling her body perfectly to the beat. She ran her fingers back through her silky blonde hair, turning around to roll her hips while looking back at them both seductively. Ava watched intently, her hand sliding along her own thigh until it met with John's. That was when she looked at him, Isabelle still continuing to dance.

"Do you like her?"

She asked as she lifted her crossed leg just enough to allow John's fingers to slip between them, showing him how much she liked her.

"Do you want me to fuck her while you watch?"

Ava hummed deeply, the tone in her voice undeniable to how much she wanted them both right now.

 

[Ruby]

Hellfire Club – Red Wing


:: The meeting with her girls was surprisingly emotional. She had confirmed that she was now the European Red Princess and as such, she would no longer be their leader. They all gathered around her in a group hug and yes, there were a few tears, but in the end she appointed Caralee, the most successful dancer, in her place. Caralee looked a bit terrified at the news, but Cass took her to her new office and encouraged her a bit, making sure to show her everything that she needed to be a great leader. Cass’ phone had beeped with a text from the clinic letting her know that Bear was ready to be picked up. Once she was sure that Caralee had a handle on things, and she knew that the girl had a handle on things, Cass left to go pick up Bear. ::

:: When Cass arrived at the clinic, Bear was waiting for her. His leg had been re-bandaged in red to show that he, too, was now a member of the ERC. His tail thumped happily when he spotted her walking in. The vet gave her some sedatives for him for when he went onto the plane to England. Cass thanked him and left, leading Bear to the Security offices so that he could have his clearance revoked now that he wasn’t a part of Hellfire America anymore. Cass also handed in her cell phone. She had already been told that she had one waiting for her at the Hellfire Estate in England. Besides, there wasn’t anybody she really wanted to talk to anymore. When she and Bear made their way back to the Red Wing – in which Bear was kind of confused for a moment – she was happy to see that Bear and Damien got along great. When she introduced Bear to Bretta, as soon as the dog heard the word ‘queen’, he immediately sat down and held out his paw in a polite manner. Bretta was thrilled and petted the dog on his head. Damien remarked how superior Bear was to Daniel Reed’s dog but both Bretta and Cass came to sweet Ladybird’s defense. At one point, Cass left with the Black Princess crown and headed for the Black Wing to find Ava, but she was told that Ava was in a meeting with both Haleigh and Ashley so Cass headed back to the Red Wing. She’d drop off the crown on her way to the party. ::

:: Cass, Damien, and Bretta then debriefed about the weekend so far. Bretta shared that Haleigh was expecting twins which almost made Cass scoff out loud until she realized that Bretta was actually serious. Instead, she made a mental note to find out the sex of both babies and then find the perfect gift for them both. Cass loved babies and children, which was hilarious given that she couldn’t have children/babies of her own. There was a big discussion on what had happened during the brunch, with Cass surprising herself when she spoke up in defense of Ava. Bretta hummed noncomittedly at that – what she was thinking was anyone’s guess – and they continued to talk business while at the same time play with Bear. ::

:: For a few moments in the afternoon, Cass took both Bretta and Damien on a tour of her club, XS. The name was, unsurprisngly, a take on humanity’s excess for pleasure. Cass could see Bretta look around disapprovingly which made Cass look at it with new eyes. It had sunk to a new low while she’d been held captive in her mind, and it made Cass want to hang her head in shame. The good news was that Bretta still wanted her club under the Reddington name and so Cass made an on-the-spot decision to close the club until further notice. She and Bretta would get together at a later date at the Reddington Resort headquarters in London and figure out how to present the new club and discuss the reputation and whatnot. ::

:: All too soon, however, they had to get ready for the party that night. After getting styled one last time by her favourite stylist – who had told her that she sent her notes on Cass to her new stylist at Hellfire Europe – Cass was left in her guest suite staring at herself in the mirror. Her ruby necklace, long gone with the Ben shit she threw out, was noticeably absent. In its place was a beautiful Roman-style choker necklace, complete with matching crown, bracelet, and ring. She heard Bear whining from the main area and turned her head when she heard a knock on her door. ::

“Come in.”

:: Cass perked up when the door opened and Bear bounded in, immediately whimpering when he spotted her and went to her side. Damien, in full gladiator attire, followed. ::

Damien: “Sorry, he was whining out there. He was looking from me to the door.”

:: Cass smiled wistfully. ::

“He was probably wondering when one of the security guys was coming. He’s usually on security during these events.”

:: Cass looked down at Bear and rubbed his head with both hands. ::

*baby voice*: “I know. A lot has changed but you’re no longer on duty, pups.” *sadly*: “You’re just a dog now.”

:: Damien sat down beside her and petted Bear. ::

Damien: “He’s not ‘just a dog’. We’ll train him right when we get back home. Won’t we, Bear?”

:: Bear thumped his tail, thrilled that somebody loved him apart from his mommy. Cass chuckled and smiled at Damien, who leaned in to her. ::

Damien: “You look good, by the way. Better than good, actually.”

:: Cass blushed and looked at him shyly. She was still gun-shy when it came to this kind of stuff and she also wanted – and needed – to protect her broken heart. ::

*shyly*: “You look better than good as well; you look like my protector. Please don’t leave my side, not even for a second.”

:: Cass was unaware that Bretta had already tasked him with the very same thing. She gazed up at him as he looked into her eyes. ::

Damien: *softly*: “Never.”

:: He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head gently. ::

Damien: “I’ll never leave your side.”

*softly*: “Thank you.”

:: Bretta called for them from the main area. Cass and Damien both looked at each other. Her Rook offered her his arm and she took it, gripping it firmly. He chuckled and they both went out to meet Bretta. As they went past the Black Wing, Cass handed off the Black Princess crown to a Black Guardsmen along with a message for Ava that she wrote: I know that this crown is tradition, but we both know who sullied that tradition. If possible, please make another new one for Amanda. She doesn't deserve to have something that's been tainted by one Kelly King. She only deserves the best. Then Cass went on her way with both Bretta and Damien. ::

 

[Silver]

Hellfire Club – Bacchanalia


:: After a long conference call with Faith, her Knight, and Alastair, her King, with Damien by her side, Bretta felt more settled. They mainly discussed Cassandra, with some great input from Damien, and they were all in agreement that one of of their main priorities would be that of protecting Cassandra and standing by her as well. Alastair even surprised her when he said ”I know that you originally wanted to learn from and be able to work with them, Brett, but Cassandra is our Princess now. She should be our top priority, especially given Damien’s insight and closeness with her.” He could be a bloody wanker more often than not, but when he really wanted to, he could be, well, kingly. Bretta wished that everybody – including Alastair himself – could see more of that side of him. Bretta agreed with Alastair’s sentiments. Cassandra should, and would, be their top priority. ::

:: That led her to decide that all three of them – herself, Cassandra, and Damien – would all wear the same color of red, which was merlot. She had finagled out of a servant girl the times when everybody showed up and when – only to make sure that the representatives of the European Red Court would be the second to last to arrive. Sort of like being heralders of the true stars of the night, the American Red Court. She looked with satisfaction at her outfit for the night. It was truly fit for a Queen. She loved the way the silky material glided over her skin and...and it was just so sexy. Finally, it was time to go. Bretta called for her Princess and Rook. ::

“Come along, darlings! It’s time!”

:: Bretta actually squealed when she spotted both Cassandra and Damien, followed by a sad-looking Bear. ::

“You both look absolutely smashing! The stylists here did a splendid job finding these outfits.”

:: Bretta knelt down to pet Cassandra’s dog. He would be another nice addition to the family. ::

*baby voice*: “Sorry you won’t be able to join us, handsome one.”

:: Bear thumped his tail, leaned against Bretta, and whined. Cassandra gave him a stern look. ::

Cassandra: *sternly*: “Bear...no.”

:: Bretta chuckled as Bear got up and wandered over to a corner, laid down, and gave a big huff. Cassandra closed the door to her room, as well as the door connecting her suite with Bretta’s. ::

Cassandra: “Better to be safe than to have your shoes all chewed up.”

:: Both Queen and Princess shared a laugh before the three of them all went out into the hallway. They stopped so that Cassandra could transfer her former crown over to one of the Black Guardsmen standing by the entrance. Once they were on their way again, Bretta took a moment to encourage Cassandra. ::

“Now, Cassandra, if at any time you feel offended, mocked, or if you’re treated unkindly by anyone, just get up and leave, and Damien and I will stand by you. Okay?”

:: Bretta smiled brightly as her Princess nodded in understanding. ::

“Splendid! Well, here we are, darlings!”

:: Before they made their entrance, Bretta moved until she was on the other side of Cassandra. Damien wrapped his arm around her waist while she took hold of the succubus’ other hand. She squeezed gently and explained what was happening. ::

“Damien and I are sending a message that we definitely stand by our Princess.”

:: Bretta smiled as her Princess threw a grateful smile her way before the three of them walked in together. Bretta was impressed by the exqusite eye for detail in everything. She was also a bit overwhelmed by everything; as if she didn’t know where to look first. Ashley certainly knew how to throw a spectacular party. She turned around with her Court members and clapped with them as the ARC made their grand appearance. Ashley welcomed them all to the event, which is actually a Bacchanalia, and she also gifted an absolutely incredible goblet with a red diamond on it. ::

“Well, cheers, darlings! I’m going to attempt to speak to Ashley, if I can get through to her groupies.”

:: Haleigh greeted Bretta on her way to see the Red King. ::

“You look absolutely stunning, dear.”

:: Bretta managed to say as the White Queen passed by. She felt movement by her and turned to see Damien leading Cassandra off to a secluded area, where she would be away from all the people. Hopefully it’ll make her feel a bit safer so she could come out and see some people at least. Still, Bretta understood. Damien would help her, and so would the rest of them. As Damien had already told her, she still needed healing. Shaking her head, Bretta made her way over to Haleigh, AJ, Ashley, and Alek. ::

“Well, you three [AJ, Ashley, and Alek] completely know how to throw a party! Ashley, you look sensational as always. Gentlemen, you look dashing as well. Haleigh, I already told you this, but it can’t hurt to hear again so I will: you look absolutely stunning.”

:: Bretta noticed what Ashley wasn’t wearing just then. ::

*teasingly*: “Why, you little minx! I should’ve known that you’d show every female up in this place.”

 

[Black Widow]

Hellfire -- The Bacchanalia

Alek seemed to particularly like the idea that Haleigh presented, buying something red to wear just for him. His reaction made Haleigh smile as the traced the painted line of his scar, noting that it was a good thing the paint was dry, but apparently Alek didn't care if it got messed up.

Haleigh bit her bottom lip again, about to suggest they find a quiet corner when he shifted and looked out over the party, offering her the different options. It was then that Haleigh realized that Ashley's shirt was not actually a shirt, and with great amusement she pulled Alek along with her to go greet her sister Queen and congratulate her on the success of the party, as well as compliment her 'dress'.

But then she segued into more serious matters, the lack of communications coming from her Knight, and the movement of the tracking device. Ashley noted that Jack hadn't heard from her either. Alek suggested that meant Heidi had sided with Cameron.

"Let's hope not, I like Heidi. It'd be a shame to have to put her down. And we must remember, it's entirely possible Cameron has seized her mind, and taken her free will. But if she attacks, we won't have much choice."

Haleigh replied grimly.

Ash: I guess we better enjoy ourselves while we can then. Bite?

The Red Queen offered Haleigh some meat, but Haleigh's stomach turned a bit. She waved it off gently.

"No thanks, I'm good."

Alek: I'll make sure our people are on alert, but there's not much else we can do but wait.

"Oh, my favorite thing to do."

She said, her tone thick with sarcasm.

AJ: At least the pack is not stretched too thin.

"True. And I've been able to talk to White Court security, tell them the truth before Cameron had a chance to spin the situation."

She said, her gaze fixated on the match below. That Praetorian from this morning was doing well.

"Siphon has really distinguished himself from your rank and file."

She commented, and then Bretta turned up, with compliments for everyone. Haleigh thanked her again, as she had before, and Bretta moved on to Ashley, while Haleigh leaned against Alek, her arm snaking around his torso.

 

[Steel]

The Bacchanalia

Steel was glad he and Ava could have this moment of peace - more for Ava than himself. He knew this weekend had been hard on her, and was likely to get harder as soon as Cameron returned. She needed some peace, even it was an hour or only a few minutes. Her hand brushed the front of his slacks, and she was playing a dangerous game, not that he minded. She suggested maybe they should give everyone a show, but he wasn't keen on sharing her with the party.

Ava: "You wouldn't be sharing me per say...."

"But all eyes would be on you, even more than they already are."

He smiled at her in a way that said she was the only woman in the room to him. He knew the look Ava had, so he suggested that maybe she'd like a dance from the servant she'd had her eye on earlier. An idea that she picked up on, and ran with. Her voice made him almost care that they were in the middle of a party, on display for everyone they knew. His hand slipped under the slit of her dress to her thigh, their eyes locked with mutual desire. Ava reached out and stopped the blonde servant, and asked her name.

Ava: "My King and I have been intrigued by you since we arrived....Perhaps you could, entertain us...? And in turn, we could entertain you."

The way Ava touched the girl's arm was almost as sexy as if she had been touching him. The girl agreed, and Ava settled in close to him, her hand on finding his on her thigh.

Ava: "Do you like her?"

He leaned in, his mouth close to her neck.

"Not as much as I like you, but, she's very beautiful, and would be a fitting complement to enhance my queen's beauty."

Ava parted her legs enough for his hand to move higher, and he could tell she certainly liked the look of the girl. John wasn't sure how they would make it through the rest of the party.

Ava: "Do you want me to fuck her while you watch?"

He met her eyes, and nodded slowly, his lips parted. And then he kissed her, more passionately than before, with more need.

"I'm not sure I can wait..."

 

[Berserker]

The Bacchanalia - Near the Fighting Pit

The Red and White regents found themselves together, along with the Red Knight. Alek held his tongue, despite how ridiculous he found his queen and her lackey. But he said exactly what he thought about Heidi's radio silence and Cameron.

Haleigh: "Let's hope not, I like Heidi. It'd be a shame to have to put her down. And we must remember, it's entirely possible Cameron has seized her mind, and taken her free will. But if she attacks, we won't have much choice."

Alek shook his head. That would be a shame. He did like Heidi, she was an excellent knight, as long as she was protect her Queen rather than her King. But he had to call a spade a spade: it was odd that she had not sent Haleigh an update on the situation, even if it was to say she hadn't found Cameron. All they could do was wait, which clearly didn't sit well with Haleigh.

Haleigh: "True. And I've been able to talk to White Court security, tell them the truth before Cameron had a chance to spin the situation."

"Excellent. They need to hear truth not spin."

Haleigh was watching the match below, Siphon easily using his opponent's height against him.

Haleigh: "Siphon has really distinguished himself from your rank and file."

Alek nodded.

"We've-"

He gave Ashley a meaningful look.

"-decided to make him our new Rook. It's a good time to have a full court. And, of course, we want to reward our people when they save a regent's life."

He raised Haleigh's hand to his lips and kissed it. Bretta then came towards them, raving about the party.

Bretta: “Well, you three [AJ, Ashley, and Alek] completely know how to throw a party! Ashley, you look sensational as always. Gentlemen, you look dashing as well. Haleigh, I already told you this, but it can’t hurt to hear again so I will: you look absolutely stunning.”

Ashley gave Bretta a winning smile.

"Bretta! Don't you look festive? Are you enjoying yourself? Not homesick just yet, I hope. Make sure you try the excellent food."

They continued to watch the fight unfold below them. He could feel Haleigh lean in against him, her arm slipping around him, making his temperature definitely rise. He turned his head to speak lowly to her.

"Got any nervous energy you'd like to work off?"

 

[Persephone]

Ava was toying with the idea of fucking John in front of everyone out of sheer desire, playfully stating it would be as if they were at a real Roman party. John, however, didn't want to share her despite him not actually sharing her with anyone.

John: "But all eyes would be on you, even more than they already are."

Ava smiled at that, succumbing to his request with a coy little nod of agreement. But the next thing he suggested piqued her interest even more. The blonde servant she had her eye on was now on the table, and Ava was more than willing to take a test. Ava stopped the girl, propositioning her. The servant seemed all to eager at the thought, seductively starting to dance for them as Ava leaned in closer to John asking if he liked what he saw.

John: "Not as much as I like you, but, she's very beautiful, and would be a fitting complement to enhance my queen's beauty."

"A nice little contrast of dark....and light..."

Ava purred as she lifted her leg enough to let John slid his hand the rest of the way between them. The party began to drown away in the background as her eyes were locked with John's, asking him if he wanted to watch while she fucked the girl. She could see the desire within his eyes, his head slowly nodding as he licked his lips before attacking hers with a fervor. Ava returned his kiss just as heatedly, knowing they wouldn't be able to stay on this couch for long; not unless they really were going to give the guests a true Roman show. John broke the kiss as Ava panted in heated breaths.

John: "I'm not sure I can wait..."

Lifting her eyes, she noticed one private room's drapes were already closed, but there were three more that were vacant.

"Then we won't."

Standing from the couch while holding John's hand, she gestured with her chin to the private room, Isabelle immediately picking up her cue with a sexy smile. Ava lead the way, disappearing into the room with Isabelle following and shutting the heavy red drapes behind her. Ava bit her bottom lip, her eyes lifting to meet with John's.

"My King wants to watch..."

Ava started, not looking at the girl, her eyes firmly locked with John's. However she extended her hand out again, Isabelle taking it as Ava guided her next to both herself and John. Finally, Ava peeled her gaze from John and looked to Isabelle, running her fingers delicately along her cheek to push back her hair. Ava slowly began to kiss her, her tongue slipping into her mouth while her hands untied the thin red fabric of Isabelle's tunic that tied around her neck. The fabric dropped to the floor in a pool as Ava broke the kiss, looking down at the girls perfect body with a smirk.

"Lay down."

Isabelle nodded, walking to the couch as Ava turned to John. Running her hands down his chest, her lips met with his, tasting him once again.

"Now the question is....do we kill her when we're done..."

She moaned against his lips.

 

[Steel]

The Bacchanalia

Ava's suggestive comments, the serving girl dancing for them, and his hand stroking Ava's most sensitive areas, were turning him on more than a little, and he was pretty sure Ava had no thoughts about stopping. He told her he wasn't sure he could wait, things progressing quickly past the point of no return.

Ava: "Then we won't."

Ava stood, and his eyes followed, watching her a moment before he stood as well, their hands still clasped. Ava indicated one of the private rooms, and they moved into it, with the girl Isabelle following behind and shutting the heavy drapes. Her eyes were glued to his own, only ratcheting up his desire for her.

Ava: "My King wants to watch..."

He really did. It wasn't just about two women, but about pushing Ava's pleasure to its max, and having her tease him they way she liked to. It was the postponement of his own pleasure, the anticipation before the release.

Ava reached out her hand to the girl, then touching her cheek gently, proceeded to kiss her mouth. He felt himself stiffen at the sight, especially when Ava untied the girl's tunic and it dropped to reveal her nude form. Ava ordered her to the couch, while she turned towards him, her hands on his chest, her mouth taking his. He kissed her back with need, not sure he could keep his hands to himself. His hand slid down to squeeze her ass.

Ava: "Now the question is....do we kill her when we're done..."

He matched her smile.

"It depends whether she's pleased you."

Steel reached around Ava to unzip her own dress, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

"I want to see you."

He kissed her again, before stepping back and taking a seat in a chair, leaning back to enjoy the show.

 

[Persephone]

Ava kissed John heavily, her mind almost forgetting about the naked girl laying on the couch before them. His hands slid down her body and squeezed her ass, Ava pushing her hips against his to feel his arousal. Smirking against his lips, she knew he would be pressed not to join after what she had planned for the girl. But, the question was, would sweet Isabelle walk out of this private room or be carried out in pieces?

John: "It depends whether she's pleased you."

Ava grinned at that as John reached behind her back to unzip her black dress. His mouth was close to her ear as Ava peered over his shoulder at Isabelle watching and waiting. Ava's fingers reached up and unsnapped the decorative sheer panel that covered half her dress, the material falling to the floor.

John: "I want to see you."

Then his lips were on hers again, Ava grabbing his face to hold him put for one more moment before finally, they parted. John took a seat as Ava slowly let the thin material of her dress slid down her body and drop to her feet revealing her nude form. She stepped out of her dress, her eyes on John, as she moved beside the couch. Finally, she looked down at Isabelle, the girls hand already slowly stroking up Ava's thigh. That made her smile, the girl all to eager to please. Ava perched a knee on the couch, hovering over the girl as she began to kiss her deeply and with desire. She ran her hand along Isabelle's breasts, her mouth moving down her neck and chest until she took one within her mouth, playfully nipping at the tender flesh with a grin. Her mouth continued to travel down the girls stomach until finally she was kissing along her hip bones. Ava lifted her eyes to meet with John's, her tongue running across her lips as she pressed her hands against Isabelle's thighs to widen them. The look in his eyes made Ava want to come right there. The need, desire, predatory glint: it matched her own.

"Now be a good girl....and come for me."

Ava ordered before dipping her face down between Isabelle's legs.