A Weekend Affair # 5 - The White Brunch

The Catacombs

This motherfucker right here was talking about some chick, and Alek had no fucking clue what he was talking about. Haleigh didn't seem to think the conversation was going anywhere, because she hit the guy's kneecaps next, a bullet in each. He watched appreciatively.

"I truly underestimated the damage a gun like that could do at close range."

The man finally said that apparently this chick had been killed by Haleigh.

Haleigh: "Oh the florist! Yeah, she was too incompetent to live."

He laughed.

Server: "I-I-I was... going to... m-m-marry her..."

"You ain't gonna be marrying anyone now."

Haleigh: "OH boo hoo. Don't worry, you'll be with your dear dead Dahlia soon enough. Now, was there someone else helping you get your revenge?”

The man didn't say anything, and Haleigh pointed the gun at his crotch. Alek was like a kid in a candy store - he really wanted to see what that would do.

Server: "No. But I hope someone else DOES help me get my revenge on you, you stupid whore queen."

It was probably good that it was Haleigh's turn, which stayed his hand, because otherwise he would have torn the man limb from limb for that comment, and that would have been just too quick a death. Haleigh put her hands on his shoulders where he crouched, and spoke in his ear.

Haleigh: "Your turn. Try not to damage his skull. I want to coat it in platinum and put it on display."

"You are amazing, you know that?"

He shut off the torch and handed it to her, choosing his next instrument carefully from the selection. He didn't want the guy passing out - ain't nobody got time for that. But he did want to have a little fun with the guy. He picked something up that looked like a pear on the end of a metal rod. Alek held it up so the man could see it, then turned the end of the rod so the pear bloomed like a flower, with metal spikes protruding through the sides.

"Ah, sometimes the old things are the best, don't you think?"

He set that one down and picked up a smaller but similar looking device. He got close up to the man and whispered to him.

"This one goes in your dick."

Alek smiled at him, like they were best buds shooting the shit. He tossed the device onto the table.

"Did you know the White Queen was pregnant when you poisoned her?"

He punched the guy in the stomach, hard, but pulling it enough.

"Did you know that my daughter was inside her?"

He hit him again. The man was silent.

"Oh? Can't you hear me? Let me help you."

Alek picked up a curved blade from the table and quickly brought it down at the side of the man's head, cleanly slicing his ear off.

"You know, I really want to turn you into, what I'd call a work of art. Really express myself in it. And then when I nail your corpse to the wall of the Great Hall for everyone to see, they'll know what it means to cross a man like me."

The smile had left Alek's face.

"A lesson you would have done well to learn before you tried to kill the woman I love."

Alek casually gestured with the blade in his hand as he talked.

"Killing to avenge the death of the woman? I could get behind that. I really could. If you hadn't so totally, completely and in all other ways fucked the execution of it. And brought two children into things."

He leaned in close to look the man in both eyes.

"You seriously underestimated who you were dealing with."

Alek tossed the knife on the table, and reached up to touch the man's face. Then with his bare hand, he plucked out the man's left eyeball, ripping it out whole. When he opened his mouth to scream, Alek shoved the eyeball into the man's mouth and clamped his hand over it, pinching the nose with his other hand.

"Come on...swallow it...that's a good boy. Once, I cut this guy's dick off and choked him to death with it. That was great."

He chuckled.

"But that's a little too quick for the likes of you. I consider myself a professional. It takes skill to break ribs and not puncture the lungs, for example."

He reached out, pressing into the man's abdomen, breaking his ribs one by one.

"Yeah, ribs hurt like a sonofabitch. But surprisingly? Fingers do too."

He took one of the man's hands in his own and proceeded to break each finger, before moving on to the other hand. Alek backed up, then and selected a new knife from the table, glancing at Haleigh and giving her a wink before turning back to his victim. Alek met his one remaining eye, with a cold steely stare.

"Get the torch ready, Haleigh."

Alek reached out and ripped the man's arm off, tossing it to the floor. He now hung only by his one arm, his two legs already destroyed from the knees down. When Haleigh had taken care of the hole, Alek braced his hand on the man's other shoulder, took hold, and tore the other arm from its socket, letting the body and the arm both fall to the floor. Alek stood over him, one foot on either side of his abdomen. He poked at his wounds with his foot for a bit, then leaned down over the man. He put his hands on either side of the former servant's head, put one foot on the man's chest, and yanked the head clean off. He turned then, holding the head out towards Haleigh.

"I believe my queen requested this?"
 
Central Park

Ava was putting thoughts of lingerie in his head, which was never a good thing in a public place. So he suggested they rent a boat at the lake, and he rowed them to a secluded spot. He put up the oars, and Ava nestled in against his chest, the two of them able to look out on the park from where they were. He joked about forgetting his pirate costume, since he had definite designs on the damsel. She seemed to take mild affront at being called that.

Ava: "Hopefully not for long."

He nuzzled her cheek.

"You will always me my damsel, whichever finger your ring sits on."

In truth, he had dreamt of nothing else (well, almost nothing else) since he had met Ava than being her husband. But things had moved so fast that weekend, and he wanted to make sure it was right, that it was what she wanted. And over the past few days it had come to feel like they were already married.

Ava: "Just imagine.....in a couple weeks we'll be floating on the Seine looking at the Eiffel Tower."

"A glass of wine in your hand...your hair blowing in the breeze off the river... Me, scheming on how to get you back to the hotel early..."

He grinned and kissed her cheek.

Ava: "I can't wait to spend every moment with you knowing we don't have time limits. Just you, me....and Macrons."

"You know, I don't have enough small pink sandwich desserts in my life."

He laughed with her, then hugged her closer.

"But no matter what, we don't have a time limit. Obligations, courts, events - we'll be together through all of it. I don't care where we are, as long as you're next to me."

He chuckled.

"And as long as you don't ever lend me out to Ashley."
 
Ava sat nuzzled between John's legs, both relaxing in the row boat facing the cityscape. John made a comment about being a pirate and her being his damsel to which she playfully quipped about not being a damsel for long. In reality, it didn't matter if they were married or not. Ava felt more committed to John in their current situation than she ever felt in her life. And really, it already felt as if they had been married for years, their relationship having dated back so long. But still, it was fun to poke fun at the concept, knowing they weren't in any rush.

John nuzzled her neck making Ava smile and tighten her grasp on his arms that held her waist.

John: "You will always me my damsel, whichever finger your ring sits on."

"My hero."

She softly chuckled before sighing contently. Once the Europeans left and hopefully everything was semi back to normal within Hellfire, they would finally get a chance to go off to Paris alone together. She would have to make sure to get Amanda something special for reminding her of the Parisian train story.

John: "A glass of wine in your hand...your hair blowing in the breeze off the river... Me, scheming on how to get you back to the hotel early..."

Ava grinned as John kissed her cheek.

"Aucune intrigue nécessaire..." [No scheming necessary...]

She purred seductively, knowing John didn't understand the majority of what she said in Greek, but he certainly understood French.

"I can't wait to spend every moment with you knowing we don't have time limits. Just you, me....and Macrons."

A sexy man and sweets? I mean, really...what better vacation was there? Add wine into the mix and the Inner Circle would be hard pressed to get Ava to return.

John: "You know, I don't have enough small pink sandwich desserts in my life."

Ava laughed with John, looking up at him with a little look of defiance.

"Excuse me sir, they come in a multitude of different colors."

She teased while still laughing. John pulled her in closer to him, his strong arms enveloping her. Ava slid her hand up over his hand, slipping her fingers between his.

John: "But no matter what, we don't have a time limit. Obligations, courts, events - we'll be together through all of it. I don't care where we are, as long as you're next to me."

She tilted her head up to look at him.

"Always."

John: "And as long as you don't ever lend me out to Ashley."

Ava scrunched up her nose as John chuckled, making Ava finally crack a smile and laugh.

"As much fun as Ashley is to have sex with, I'm not sharing you with anyone...Not unless we invite them into our bed....[smirking] A little ménage à trois with a French girl maybe?"

Ava's voice lowered to a sexy lilt as her fingers gently smoothed down John's forearm, her eyes dark filled with lust while locked with his.

"You can watch while she goes down on me....makes me come....[whispering] then taste what she did to me..."

Ava's hand guided John's face down to her before her lips captured his, the thought already making her wet.
 
He could feel his pain as well as her release as they held each other for a moment. Cameron had meant what he said. He didn't know what it would look like, he didn't know what was waiting for him at home, but he did know that he would have a relationship with Carolina. He knew that he would do his best to help raise her in whatever way he could. For a moment he closed his eyes, allowing them both to take in the moment, when all of a sudden he could sense her.

"Heidi..."

He could sense her presence on the estate and for a moment he tensed up, though he quickly relaxed. While he had an idea that he had left his wife scared and on the defense, if she had sent somebody to attack him, it would have not been Heidi Scarborough. Though many incarnations of Hellfire had seen Knights deeply dedicated and in love with their Queens, The White Knight belonged to her King. Immediately he could also sense that Elena could sense that Carolina was with a stranger, and he gripped her shoulders, looking at her in the eye for a moment.

"She's no stranger. She is my Knight. She would protect Carolina with her life should I request it, but we should go."

[pausing]

"I'm staying for dinner. I promise."

The two made their way with great speed towards the main courtyard as they closed in the gap on Heidi and Carolina. The conversation seemed harmless, though he could sense Elena's agitation and anger. It had only taken a few hours for Hellfire to find him. Though he couldn't figure out how. Whoever had figured this out was very clever.

Carolina: "Why do you want to talk to my mama?"

"Quien no qiueren hablar con una mujer bonita?" (Who wouldn't want to speak with such a beautiful woman?)

Cameron walked over to Carolina and gave her a smile, taking a moment to breathe in her scent.

"She's actually here to see me."

His mind allowed him to replay their conversation and fill in the blanks.

[leaning in, whispering]

"I know more than just unicorns, dulcita. Now can you give my mermaid friend and I a moment?"

Carolina ran towards Elena with surprise and delight. His eyes met Elena's.

"This won't take long. Five minutes..I promise."

He turned towards Heidi and gave her a warm smile. There were many faces that could have found him that would have not been as friendly as Heidi.

"How bad is it...at home?"
 
The Guest House

Elena held on to Cameron, the man she loved so long ago, that she loved still, as he swore that he would be a part of their daughter’s life. Of her life. She had lived with his rejection, and that he had never come for her, for so long. But he was here now. He wanted Carolina.

Carolina should be home soon, Elena thought. They could spemd the rest of the afternoon together before dinner. She reached out to Carolina’s mind to see where she was, and then her blood ran cold.

Carolina: Pretty lady...I like her accent...I bet mermaids are good swimmers...wonder why she wants to see Mama and Senor King?

She tried to reach into the stranger’s mind but it was like water, too fluid to get much out of it. She wasn’t human. Elena pulled back from Cameron, face filled with horror. Someone else had found her. Cameron gripped her shoulders.

Cam: "She's no stranger. She is my Knight. She would protect Carolina with her life should I request it, but we should go."

Elena pulled out of his grasp, her face filled first with shock, then anger.

“You bastard. You have come for Carolina.”

She started for the door, having to get to her daughter before Cameron’s henchman grabbed her and took her away.

“I won’t let you take her. Not you or your pretty mermaid.”

Cameron was hot on her heels as she raced back down the path to the distillery bar. She entered and found Carolina sitting next to a blonde at the bar. She was indeed very pretty.

Carolina: "Why do you want to talk to my mama?"

Cameron: "She's actually here to see me."

Carolina smiled up at him brightly.

Carolina: “Oh, hola Senor King!”

“Carolina, baby, come here. “

She held out her arms and Carolina ran to her. Elena scooped her up into her arms and held her protectively. Her eyes looked coldly towards Heidi.

“You should go now.”

Carolina: “But mama...”

“Shh mija.”

Rosa scrambled over to them.

Rosa: “Lo siento, Senora Elena, pero...”

“Estabien, Rosa, puedes ir a tu casa ahora.”

Elena gave her a little push in her mind to get her to leave, and to not worry she’d done something wrong.

Elena carefully watched Cameron speak to his knight.

Carolina: “I just wanted a Coca mama.”

Carolina looked up at her with sad eyes. Elena breathed out and smiled down at her.

“Esta bien, mija. But you know you shouldn’t talk to strangers when I’m not with you. “

Carolina: “But mama, she’s a mermaid! A real mermaid like Ariel!”

Elena glanced at Heidi and smirked.

“Oh yeah? Then where’s her tail?”
 
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Hellfire -- The Red Queen’s Suite

Ash: No, they don't. They are very un-kinglike. Even if their court survives this, their relationship may not.

AJ nodded in agreement. He didn’t know how their weird relationship had survived thus far, but he was fairly certain if anything was going to kill it, this would be what did it. But on the bright side, the strengthening bond between Haleigh and Alek was already having a positive effect on Alek’s attitude and behavior. The Red ‘king’ had been nicer to Ashley this morning than he had all month.

At any rate, AJ wasn’t thinking about it any more. They’d talked of other things on the way to her suite, and even those topics were a distant memory. His Queen was giving him a suggestive smile, after he reminded her about ‘napping’. The look in her eyes alone made his body throb.

Ash: But I'm not as sleepy as I thought...Oh, whatever could we do to tire me out?

“I’ve got something in mind....”

She slipped her hands under his shirt and pushed it up over his head, then kissed his chest and undid his jeans. He was kicking off his shoes when her dress hit the floor. He pushed his pants off his hips and stepped out of them as she took his hands.

Ash: We should really try out our bed and make sure you like it...wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable now that you're living here.

His gaze traveled the length of her body with appreciation, and he wasn’t sure he could make it all the way to the bed, but he did. He climbed into bed after her, laying on his side facing her, pressing as much of his body against hers as he could. His hand slid down over her breast to her waist, then up her hip and back down the slope of her thigh to grip the back of her knee, which he pulled towards him and up on top of his waist.

He kissed her breast, her shoulder, her neck, as his hand traveled up the back of her thigh again, to find her wetness. He gave a growl of desire, as his mouth took hers, his tongue pressing past her lips as he guided himself inside her. He pushed in as deeply as possible, and stopped there with a low groan. Then he withdrew, and entered her again, slowly. Again, and again, each time a fraction faster than the last, until there was a rhythm that rocked the bed against the wall.
 
Hellfire Club – Catacombs


Gia felt sickened by what Haleigh was telling her. Her father...and Haleigh?! Gia couldn’t wrap her mind around it. It didn’t matter that Haleigh had actually consented to it; it was just too disgusting for words. Gia found that she was also digusted by Diana’s part in all of this. She asked Haleigh why she would even care to get her father out of prison.

Haleigh: “Your father, despite his flaws, was one of the best crime bosses in America. Hellfire would have benefited greatly from his return, and if I had been the one to secure his freedom, I would have had his unwavering allegiance.”

Gia couldn’t exactly argue with that, though the latter part...she couldn’t help but wonder at what price in which she would’ve had her father’s allegiance. She had the good sense not to voice that part out loud. ;)

“Well, I can’t exactly argue with that.”

Haleigh: "You said it yourself, Gia. The past is past. The... relationship... between your father and I was inappropriate, to say the least. But I made my choices. I couldn't let my mother kill Zach, just because I didn't want to do a few dads. And the men made their choices too. No one is innocent at Hellfire."

Gia held up a hand.

*weakly*: “We don’t...you don’t...you don’t have to keep saying all of that. It would be best if we don’t speak of this ever again.”

Haleigh: “And now I have a Rook with unquestionable loyalty. You see, personal sacrifices must be made from time to time, yet it all works out in the end.”

She knew all about that [personal sacrifices]. Gia mulled on that for a moment before moving onto Archer. Haleigh was surprised that she didn’t even know.

Haleigh:"You didn't know? I thought for sure your men on the inside would have told you.... well, yes that certainly would have helped. Well, it’s no matter now. Archer will get exactly what he deserves soon enough. But Gia, you should definitely find out why the men in your organization didn’t tell you who killed your father. YOU are at the top of the Nefaria family business now; you shouldn’t be kept in the dark.”

Gia looked at the White Queen, stunned. Her own men knew...and they didn’t even bother to tell her? Well that certainly wouldn’t do at all. She would go straight to Nefaria HQ after this and fix this, but first...she would reaffirm her loyalty to her Queen, and she said as much to her. She also asked what is was that she could do for her.

Haleigh: “I appreciate that, Gia. For now I need your main concern to remain on the Europeans. You’ve been doing well with their Red Court. Continue to strengthen those bonds, we may need them later.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty. Take care.”

Gia bade her Queen farewell before retracing her steps back up to the main part of the club. Haleigh made have told her that her main concern should remain on the European Red Court, but after all the information that now filled her head, that wasn’t an option at the moment. There was no way she could be friendly and gracious with Bretta, Damien, and Cass while she had thoughts of murder flowing through her head. She hadn’t yet found that balance thus far. She pulled out her phone and texted Zach that business had pulled her away from the club, but she would be back later. She would make sure that she saw Red [European Court] later. Quickly heading for the exit, she hailed a cab while at the same time talking on the phone to one of her top men ordering that he get everyone together. She was going to raise a tremendous amount of hell at Nefaria HQ now.
 
Hellfire Club – Red Wing


:: When Haleigh stood up, Bretta stood as well. After thanking both Alek and Haleigh, as well as congratulating Erika, Bretta left the Hall. She had finished her food long before then, but she felt obligated to stay with Haleigh – moreso when everybody else left as well. Bretta turned the corner and started for the Red Wing. She needed to debrief with both her Rook and Princess, as well as making sure that Cassandra was okay, though she was quite certain that Damien was doing a superb job. She nodded to the guard as she walked by and made her way to her suite. She opened the door and smiled widely as she gazed upon both her Rook and Princess, who were enjoying some food that had obviously been brought up. ::

“Good afternoon, darlings.”

:: Bretta headed for the sofa, and settled down beside Cassandra. The Red Queen took hold of her hands. ::

“How are you doing, Cassandra? I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your friends.”

:: Cassandra opened her mouth to speak, but Damien spoke up instead. ::

Damien: “We’ve already been through this, Your Majesty. Cassie came to the conclusion that she had been somewhat...mistaken in her feelings.”

:: Bretta watched as Damien gave the Red Princess a tender look before looking back at her. ::

Damien: “The Black Rook called her weak, and she was made to feel that she was no longer welcome here.”

:: Bretta’s face darkened considerably. She could see Cassandra nodding quietly in confirmation. All previous thoughts of what she was going to say with regards to strategy were gone. The only thing that mattered now was her Princess. She was the Red Queen, yes, but she chose Cassandra and she wanted Cassandra as her Princess. ::

“Well then. If our Princess is no longer welcome here, then neither are we.” [off both Cassandra and Damien’s looks] “Oh, Cassandra. This weekend, these people...none of them are more important than you. However, we are here and we only have tonight’s event to attend to. We shall enter the event together. A show of unity, and especially a message sent that we will stand by our Princess.”

:: Bretta cupped Cassandra’s cheek in her hand. ::

“You matter to me and to this Court, my dear girl. I’m not so blinded by our new alliances that I can’t see that.”

Cass: *softly*: “Thank you; both of you. It means a lot to me.”

“Think nothing of it, dear. You’re part of the family now.”

Damien: *softly*: “See Cassie? We’re family, and we will always have your back.”

:: Bretta brightened. It was good to see some bonding between Cassandra and Damien. She hoped that Cassandra will have equally fruitful friendships with both Alastair and her Knight. Cassandra hugged Damien before she hugged Bretta. ::

Cass: “Thank you both so much for the support. I really appreciate it. However, I just noticed the time on the clock. I’m late for a meeting with my girls.”

:: Cass got up and walked to the door before turning around to face both the Queen and Rook. ::

Cass: “I used to teach dance here, in the burlesque house, and I’m sure they have heard the whispers about me leaving. I just wanted to get them all together to say goodbye.”

:: Bretta narrowed her eyes. Cassandra sounded blasé about it, but the dark faerie could tell that that was all she contributed here in Hellfire America. Bretta rose from her seat and went over to Cassandra. She placed both hands on her shoulders and looked her right in the eyes. ::

“I assure you, that teaching dance will not be one of your duties. However, I think it’s a good idea to say goodbye to them and to spend a little time with them. I was planning to debrief with both you and Damien, but we can always do that later. Today is your day to tie up loose ends before you leave.”

:: Cassandra nodded and took her leave. After closing the door gently, Bretta turned back to Damien. She smiled warmly at him. ::

“From what Cassandra has told me, she didn’t have a lot of support from her old Court. We need to be there for her. I’m tasking you with sticking by her side tonight, Damien. Help her during the event tonight. Don’t leave her side for a second and for god’s sakes, do not leave her alone with that boorish Black Rook. We both need to come alongside her and help guide her to become the Princess that we both know that she can be.”

:: Damien had a serious look on his face as he nodded. ::

Damien: “Absolutely, Your Majesty.”

“Perfect. Now, how about we get both Alastair and the Knight on the phone to let them know what’s been going?”
 
The Red Queen’s Suite

She grinned seductively as he mentioned her earlier comment about taking a nap. She coyly said she wasn’t sleepy, and wondered aloud what they might do to tire her out.

AJ: “I’ve got something in mind....”

“Such a resourceful wolf...”

She pulled his shirt over his head, running the palms of her hands up his chest. She loved the feel of the tight muscles under the skin, and pressed her lips against them as her hands went to the button of his jeans. She slipped out of the dress while he pushed down his jeans, and she led him by the hand backwards toward the bedroom. The way he was looking at her, it made her feel like Freya herself. She kept his hand as she climbed onto the bed, laying on her side and he followed her, pressing against the length of her body with his own. The feel of his skin was electrifying, and when his fingers traced their way over her body she had never wanted him more. She gasped when he pulled her leg up to his hip and his cock pressed against her sex.

Then his mouth was on her body, traveling a route from her breast to her shoulder and up her neck. She sighed happily, and then her breath hitched because his fingers were between her thighs. His growl made her want to growl too. Instead she whimpered,

“Please...”

And his mouth silenced hers, his tongue tasting her. She wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling her body against him as he entered her. Again and again his cock entered her, and she moaned each time he did.

“AJ...”

She whispered against his lips, her hips hungrily opening to him.

“Arthur...”

She took his mouth again.

“My Knight...”

She thrust her hips forward to take him hard deep into her.

“My Savage...”
 
Central Park

Ava leaned back against him in the boat, and they floated there, looking at the skyline past the trees. They talked about Paris, and the things they would do together. Always together.

He told her that as long as they were together, he didn’t really care where they were. As long as she didn’t lend him out to Ashley.

Ava: "As much fun as Ashley is to have sex with, I'm not sharing you with anyone...Not unless we invite them into our bed....[smirking] A little ménage à trois with a French girl maybe?"

The image of Ava with Ashley was enough to wake up his nether regions, but Ava mentioning bringing a third person in put things on high alert. Her fingers were stroking his arm, her head turned to look back at him. He cleared his throat.

“If that would please you...”

Ava: "You can watch while she goes down on me....makes me come....[whispering] then taste what she did to me..."

Ava brought their lips together, and he kissed her hungrily. His hand slid to the waist of her pants, and slipped under the waistband. He found her already wet, and began to stroke her.

“I’ll take you from behind...”

He slipped his fingers inside her.

“...while her mouth is on your body...”

He kissed her hard, fingers working her spot steadily.

“And I’ll make you come for me all night long...”
 
Hellfire - The Catacombs

The guilty server was really feeling courageous, talking about taking his revenge, and eventually he tried to provoke Haleigh. She smiled darkly, pulling back, because she was a breath away from killing him dead, and that would be too easy for him. She turned him over to Alek, her hands on the Red King's shoulders, requesting that he not damage the skull, because she had plans for it.

Alek: You are amazing, you know that?

Haleigh glanced at him, with a warm smile.

"Well, I have my moments I suppose."

She replied, taking the torch form his hands. It was still warm from use. Alek went over to the tool table, handling a few interesting ones. Alek commented that sometimes the old things were the best. Haleigh smirked as she leaned a hip against the table, watching the server pretend not to be afraid.

"They did come up with some clever ways to hurt their enemies back then."

She agreed, and then watched as Alek spoke to their prisoner for a bit, asking a few questions of his own. It got lively when Alek cut the man's ear off, and plucked out his eye. Haleigh's gaze shifted to Alek, watching him work. It felt a little warm in here, and not from the torch. Alek broke bones as if they were dried twigs, and when he looked back at Haleigh, a thrill shot through her. The culprit was begging to just be killed now, sobbing and wheezing through the words.

Alek: Get the torch ready, Haleigh.

She fired it up, and smiled blithely at the feel of heat pulsing in her hand. Alek tore the man's arm off with ease, and Haleigh tended to the wound. The man had no words left, just strangled cries off pain, but Haleigh had no sympathy for him. His other shoulder was ripped away, and then Alek reached down and tore off his head, and Haleigh clicked the torch off again. Alek handed her the head of the man who'd tried to kill her and her children.

Alek: "I believe my queen requested this?"

"Your Queen?"

She grinned, an eyebrow raised at his comment, and then she looked down at the head, a glow in her eyes.

She was looking at the skull under an x-ray filter, and then there was the smell of scorched meat, as Haleigh coated the bone in molten platinum. The muscles, tendons and skin tissue cooked off instantly, and Haleigh pulled it clean off the skull as if it have been a mask. She tilted the skull forward to pour liquefied brain matter and metal out of it. When she turned it upright again, she held it up to the light, gleaming as the metal hardened and cooled quickly. When it was done, she presented it to Alek.

"A trophy for Papa Bear."

Her hand slid up his arm to his shoulder, and then the nape of his neck as she leaned against him.

"You know, you've been a little too sexy.... all fucking morning."
 
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Colima, Mexico - La Hacienda De Estrada

The adorable little girl was more help than any of the adults here, telling Heidi that Cameron had been here, talking to her mother. This morning got stranger and stranger the more it went on. Heidi was inclined to believe it was all a dream she was having, a very weird dream. But she spoke with the girl some more, about horses and sea creatures. The girl was hyped to learn a 'secret' as Heidi put it, that she was also a sea creature, which wowed the girl instantly.

Carolina: "No me diga! Really?! Are you a mermaid? You're pretty like one."

What a sweet young child. The help was trying to discourage them talking, but Heidi waved her off dismissively, and Carolina, as she was called, paid the nanny no mind. Carolina was asking why Heidi wanted to talk to her mother, but before Heidi could answer there was a voice she recognized, that of her King. He spoke to Carolina, as Heidi turned to look at him. There was a woman with him, and she looked like Cameron's type. So this was the ex-fiance? No wonder Haleigh was pissed. Heidi suddenly looked at Carolina with supposition.

Carolina: “But mama, she’s a mermaid! A real mermaid like Ariel!”

Elena: “Oh yeah? Then where’s her tail?”

"Perhaps, like Ariel, I traded it for a nice pair of legs, and a chance to walk the earth. Or maybe your fairy-tales have a few mistakes."

She replied, unfazed by the coldness Elena regarded her with. Her King was asking her how bad it was at home. Did he not want to have this discussion in private? Heidi dropped her voice a bit low.

"Security is on high alert, Haleigh has surrounded herself with the Red Court, and Our Queen sent me on a swim across almost five thousand miles to tell you 'we need to talk'. I'd say it's pretty bad."

She answered, and then her gaze flickered over to Carolina, then back to Cameron.

"Is that girl your daughter??"
 
Ava was never one to turn down a threesome finding sex in all forms incredible. However that was before when she was single. Now that she was with John, she wanted to dangle the idea of bringing another woman into the mix to see how he would react. Ashley may have teased about it earlier, but there was no way AJ would ever be okay with that. However a beautiful French girl was definitely an option. John cleared his throat, his eyes filled with a mixture of both surprise and intrigue. But what made Ava smirk was feeling him become hard as she rested between his legs. She guided his face toward hers, taking his lips only to be met with a hunger that rivaled her own. She held the base of his neck pulling him deeper into their kiss as John's hand slid down her body and to the waistband of her pants. His fingers slipped under the material to find her already wet with desire. Her body tensed as he began to stroke her, her hips pressing into his touch. John broke the kiss allowing Ava to express a soft sigh like moan.

John: “I’ll take you from behind...."

Ava's eyes rolled shut feeling John slip his fingers inside her.

"Mmhmm..."

John: "While her mouth is on your body..."

She began to move against his hand feeling him stroke the spot that drove her wild. Ava bit her bottom lip with desire and pleasure, the thought of John fucking her from behind while she fucked another woman making her even more turned on. The fact that they were in a row boat, in a public lake, amongst people was completely lost to Ava as her body ached for a release. Her hand slipped between her back and John, gently massaging his hard cock through his slacks.

John: "And I’ll make you come for me all night long...”

"Fuuck..."

Ava's body arched further into his touch feeling herself teetering on the edge. She hungrily pressed her lips against his, her tongue taking shelter in his mouth as she began to moan and pulse with pleasure. Her hand firmly yet gently gripped his cock, and she knew they couldn't just get off this boat and make their way to Sacks when he was as hard as the boat they were in. They had drifted toward the edge of the lake near some bushes and underbrush, concealed enough from the public that the tornado of winds that enveloped them seemed like nothing more than a typical breeze. The boat was empty, left drifting in the lake, as Ava transported them back to their chambers and in their bed, still in the same position they were in while in the boat. The moment she felt the solid bed beneath her, she turned on her hands and knees, unbuckling John's pants with a quick ease.

"We'll shop later."

She hastily stated as she unzipped his trousers and released him, immediately taking him into her mouth with a moan.
 
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The Catacombs

Alek worked their victim over, not really even trying for any additional information. He could feel Haleigh’s eyes on him, and her appreciation of what he was doing made it all the more satisfying. Not many women enjoyed torture as a couples activity, but Haleigh wasn’t like most women.

And he wanted to hurt this man. Badly. For trying to kill her. For trying to kill their daughter. He hadn’t known about her a full day yet, and still he was already attached to the little life that was a piece of Haleigh.

He finished it, making the man’s cries a symphony for Haleigh’s ears only, and when it was done he presented the detached head to her, calling her his queen. She seemed amused at that, and he grinned back at her.

Haleigh: "Your Queen?"

“You are the mother of my child. You will always be my Queen.”

He watched with awe as she took the head and turned into a platinum covered skull in moments.

“Now that was cool.”

She surprised him by handed the skull to him.

Haleigh: "A trophy for Papa Bear."

He took it in his hand, felt the weight of it, and looked into her eyes, touched that she would give it to him. The servant’mangled remains hung in the great hall would be her trophy. He wanted everyone to know what would happen if they tried to harm her or her children.

The blood and gore, the violence, it aroused him, stirred his own blood, but not as much as when Haleigh pressed against him, her hand sliding up his arm and around his neck. He gazed into her beautiful eyes.

Haleigh: "You know, you've been a little too sexy.... all fucking morning."

“Well...sexiness is my super power.”

He chuckled.

“And...”

He dipped his head to nuzzle at her neck.

“I didn’t get enough time with you this morning before we were interrupted...”

His hands gripped her ass, then slowly started hitching up the fabric of her dress, searching for the hem. Hepicked up his head and whispered to her.

“Here?”

His lips pressed against hers before he pulled back to find her eyes again.

“Or my bed?”
 
Central Park

Ava was talking about threesomes, setting the scene for him, and intentionally getting him all riled up. The way she was looking at him, he could see her own desire as well. He had to touch her, and he did, narrating his own part in their threesome fantasy as he stroked her intimately.

Her hand slipped between their bodies, and she began to rub his cock, making him moan against her lips.

“Ava...”

His voice came from deep in his throat. She felt so good...and he was so hard...

Suddenly it got very windy and they were back in their bed.

“Oh thank god...”

But Ava was already undoing his slacks.

Ava: "We'll shop later."

“All part...”

She took him into her mouth and his back arched, the feeling overloading his senses.

“...of my...”

His hands went to her head, moving her hair out of the way.

“...devious plan...”

And then his mouth opened and his head went back.

“That feels so good Ava...so good...”

He picked up his head and looked down at her eyes, watching her with her mouth on him.

“You are so fucking sexy...”
 
Ava may have been a treacherous bitch, but she wasn't about to make John walk through Central Park, blue balling in pain. That, and with how hard he was for her, she needed to touch him - to taste him. So she enveloped them in winds and transported them discretely from the park and back to their chamber room.

John: “Oh thank god...”

That made Ava smile, the sense of relief in his tone amusing. She was immediately undoing his pants, telling him that they would shop later. Hell, she could just have another personal stylist pick up some clothes and bring them to her. And if they were terrible, Onyx got another snack. Win win. But none of that mattered now, not when she released John from his confines, his cock as hard as steel for her. She took him into her mouth, moving down the length of him and feeling his hips bow up into her touch.

John: "All part....of my....devious plan..."

His hands brushed back her hair, making Ava lift her eyes as she took his entire length before sucking up, her tongue swirling along his tip before repeating once again. John's head fell back against the pillow causing Ava's eyes to 'smile' with lust.

John: “That feels so good Ava...so good...”

She moaned in response, not wanting to stop. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, knowing she was driving him to his release. Her pace began to pick up, her hand following her mouth in unison. She lifted her eyes to see John looking down at her, Ava finally releasing him to take a breath.

John: “You are so fucking sexy...”

Ava continued to slowly stoke him with her hand as she licked her lips with a sexy smile.

"What can I say? I love seeing you so turned on..."

Her hand slid up and under his button down shirt, sliding along the rivets of his sculpted stomach and up his chest. She slowly took him back into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She kept her pace steady, watching him. Her nails gently dug into his skin as she drug them back down his stomach, her mouth leaving his cock for only a second.

"Do you want me..."

Taking him again.

"...to stop..."

Knowing he was either going to come for her, or want to fuck her until he did.
 
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Hellfire - The Catacombs

Alek: You are the mother of my child. You will always be my Queen.

Her smile of amusement deepened with gratitude, as she turned her attention on the skull, transforming it as she’s imagined, pulling the flesh from it easily, giving it a spectacular shine and presenting it back to him. It was a gift he’d definitely earned, avenging her and their child through punishing this would-be murderer. And then she needed to touch him, and her hand acted on that desire, sliding up to his neck as she leaned against him. All morning, she’d been wanting him, and she told him he’d been too sexy.

Alek: Well...sexiness is my super power.

She laughed, her other hand groping his chest.

“I find your super power really irresistible.”

She admitted, as his mouth dropped to her neck. He commented that he hadn’t gotten enough time with her this morning, and she moaned in agreement, her body shuddering in anticipation as his hands worked the bottom of her dress upwards. He asked her where, here or his bed, and she didn’t need to even think about it.

“Here,”

She rasped, her voice thick with lust as she met his gaze.

“Don’t make me wait. Take me here.”

She finished, pulling his shirt apart so she could kiss his chest. She pushed it off his shoulders, and her hands went to his belt, deftly unfastening his pants before she slid her hands up his torso again. She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, as her mouth sought his.
 
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He liked when she called him sexy, with desire in her voice. He joked that it was his superpower.

Haleigh: “I find your super power really irresistible.”

Alek knew the look in Haleigh’s eye, so it became not a question of would they but where. And he was already pulling her skirt up, needing to touch her, be inside of her.

Haleigh: “Here.”

His lips had been on her neck, but he looked up so she could see the desire in his eyes.

Haleigh: “Don’t make me wait. Take me here.”

“I’ll take you wherever I can.”

If he hadn’ t been hard before, her lips and hands on his bare chest would have sealed it. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders then went to his belt. His pants slid off his hips and he pulled the dress up and over her head. She hopped up to hook her legs around his waist, and he guided himself to her, already throbbing as he slid inside her. His mouth took hers as he started to slide her on his cock.

He stumbled backwards, hitting the table and sending tools crashing to the floor. He braced his ass against it, moving her faster.

“Haleigh...you’re so warm...and tight...”

He held her around the waist, his mouth finding her breasts, his thumb stroking one nipple while he sucked at the other. He jostled her so she came down onto him hard and deep, and grunt escaping from his mouth as he did so.

“God, babe, you feel so good...”
 
The Black King & Queen’s Suite

She was driving him crazy, so much that he though his dick would explode it felt so good. Yet she seemed cool as a cucumber. He told her how sexy she was, her dark hair and eyes giving her such a sultry aura.

Ava: "What can I say? I love seeing you so turned on..."

“Babe, I am always turned on by you.”

His breathing was labored, finding it hard to talk while she was doing what she was doing. It wouldn’t take him long at this rate. Her hand slid inder his shirt, her touch like wildfire. Then her mouth started to tease him, making his body scream for release.

Ava: "Do you want me...to stop..."

He didn’t want her to stop, but he didn’t want it to be over either.

“Babe...”

He rasped out.

“Babe...”

And he sat up, pulling her into his lap, grasping her thighs and bringing them to either side of his hips. He slid inside her, wet and waiting, propped up on one arm so he could thrust hard into her. He took her hard and fast, needing to come but wanting her to too.

“Tell me when you’re close...”
 
Ava had no issues making John come by her mouth only, the thought of watching him find his release and tasting him made her increase her pace even more. Her eyes lifted, watching him watch her, then he said she was sexy which finally made Ava take a small break to tell him the only reason was because of him.

John: “Babe, I am always turned on by you.”

She gave a cheeky smile, her hand stroking down the length of him as she shrugged her one shoulder out of the plunging neckline of her top. Taking John back into her mouth, she simultaneously shrugged her other shoulder out of her top as she continued to suck him, pulling the silky material down to the elastic waistband of the pantsuit. She watched as John's head fell back against the pillow, knowing he was so close. Using her free hand, she pushed the remaining material of her pantsuit down over her hips and ass, climbing out of it so she was fully nude now. At this point, she had asked John if he wanted her to stop because she knew how his mind worked and how he would likely want to fuck her to finish.

John: "Babe...."

"Mmm...?"

But Ava didn't want to stop, her mouth claiming his cock as her own.

John: "Babe...."

His voice was husk and urgent, yet it wasn't until he sat up that Ava finally released him just in time for John to literally grab her like she weighed nothing and pull her into his lap - a gasp of surprised escaping her lips.

"John--"

It was like he had tunnel vision, his hands gripping her thighs and putting them on either side of his waist before he pushed himself deep inside her in one thrust causing Ava to cry out. He was relentless in his movement, taking her again and again, hard and fast. Ava's arm wrapped around the back of his neck, her cries of pleasure emphasized with each one of this thrusts. Ava's face dipped into his shoulder as her nails dug into them, feeling herself getting to that point.

John: “Tell me when you’re close...”

Gasping in as he fucked her like he hadn't fucked her in years, Ava's breath hitched in her throat as her grip on him became tighter.

"John...i'm close...[lifting her head] i'm close..."

Ava's cheek pressed against his, her hand holding the side of his head as her body tensed with anticipation. With each thrust he pushed her further and further to the edge until finally her body began to shudder in his arms, Ava crying out again and again as she came hard against him. Her body pulsed, pulling him deeper and deeper until finally she felt his warmth overtake her. Gasping in heavy breaths, even as John stopped moving, they remained intimately connected, Ava's body throbbing with aftershocks.

Pulling back enough to look at him, her breathing finally began to slow. A satisfied smile flashed weakly across her lips as she slowly recovered from his onslaught.

"Way better than shopping..."

She joked with a little laugh before pressing her lips against his in a deep kiss. Her tongue slowly met with his, savoring every second she remained linked with him.
 
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