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Author Topic: Have More Than Thou Showest  (Read 790 times)

Description: The Consul's Office // Tag: Sabine // NSFW, TW: Rape

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Have More Than Thou Showest
« on: Feb 03, 18, 01:09:56 PM »
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Having spent as much time inside Nero Augustus' mind as Quinlan had now, he hardly had to think about it anymore to know what the errant Consul would do in a given situation. Most people would find the tedium of taking over someone else's daily life to be mind-numbingly dull, but Quinlan found it meditative. It was a test of endurance, a commitment to patience and carefulness that, when properly executed, could yield powerful results. He enjoyed it because it was something he did extremely well, having had the better part of two millennia to practice and refine his craft. Not even Nero's own wife or children suspected that their father had been replaced. Quinlan might have thought it a sad state of affairs, if he didn't enjoy how much it benefited him that Nero had been such a passionless cunt of a man.

Each time he signed Nero's name on some official document... each time he transferred the scent of Nero's own Opal onto an official seal... Quinlan felt a surge of affirmation that he was saving Hayll. She did not know it yet, of course. She would moan in agony, and she would bleed dearly before his help was finished. But by the time the labor was completed, a new Hayll would stand glorious and shining, every bit the scion of Blood perfection she was always meant to be.

All he had to do was keep the spoiled, corrupt, self-serving nobility at her crown from eating her alive in the meantime.

When he received the psychic thread that told him the Queen was en route to him, he didn't have to guess at what her purpose might be. He had interrupted her order to have Renata Maris-Decasta executed, but had not yet made time to go and find the entitled little mutt and ask her what she'd been trying to accomplish. Renata was a ruling Queen. One of the lesser courts, yes, but a Hayllian Queen all the same. It was hardly helpful to have such a woman killed off because she'd worn the same dress as Sabine at the latest function, or whatever ridiculous reason Sabine had concocted for wanting her dead. So maybe it was just as well that Aurelius' little pet was headed for the Consul's office. It would save Quinlan time wasted on a trip to her.

"Lady Vincentius," he greeted her, when she was shown into the room. He stood from his desk and bowed his head towards the appearance of respect, and gestured for her to take a seat if she wished. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #1 on: Feb 18, 18, 05:41:26 AM »
It was thanks to Senon that she was able to seek out Nero so soon after her meeting with Gabriel. She hadn't thought of it at the time, but he clearly had a Healer see to her before he sent her home to the palace, or perhaps even knew enough of the art to see to it himself. Either way, the hell that the Eyrien Warlord Prince had visited upon her flesh and bones was no longer visible. Even the bones of her mangled wrist had been smoothed and set, leaving behind only the echo of the sharp, wrenching pain she had known when they had snapped within her skin, leaking marrow into her blood. The other injuries, the more tender flesh that he had torn and bruised with his violent assault of her body, the one she begged him for as a prelude to her own death, were raw still only when she stressed her body overly hard. Otherwise, there was no trace of the Black's marks upon her.

At least not outwardly.

His refusal to take her life had left her still trapped within Nero's decadent cage. Aurelius' life hung forever in the balance, her own only a breath behind. Sabine was a coward when the idea of taking her own life crossed her thoughts until she could do nothing but obsess on the act. She might have even successfully starved herself if it wasn't for Jupiter's close attention to her diet and the frailness of her frame. Beyond that act, however, she would not claim her own mortality. And if Gabriel would not assist her in the deed, then truly, there was to be no escape.

Rash in her temper and unpredictable, she was furious to return home and learn that her written order of execution had not been carried out. Dishes were shattered, priceless artifacts smashed in her rage that even in this, she was a worthless figurehead, unable to even protect Hayll from the actions of a low born bitch who would see them all perish beneath the fury of Askavi and their Black Jeweled Scion.

Being ushered into Nero's office, she needed very few masks to manage for this confrontation. Her anger boiled just beneath the surface of her skin, leaving her unusually pale skin burning with a dark pink flush. "Prince Augustus," she nearly spat, doing nothing to hide her disdain and disgust when they were alone with the door shut behind her. "If you want anyone to actually believe I rule here, you might reconsider countermanding my every order, particularly one as important as a warrant of execution on a Queen who has committed treason against the Crown and Territory alike." 





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #2 on: Feb 23, 18, 09:03:32 AM »
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The Queen was escorted into the Consul's office, and with a familiar nod from the Prince at the desk, the guard then retreated and closed the door. The pair had no sooner been left alone than Sabine began to express her displeasure. Once they were alone, it no longer mattered to him to maintain the appearance of courtesy, and though a man normally ought to have remained standing until the Queen sat, he took his seat again as calmly and gracefully as he'd risen.

"I have the belief of the public well in hand, Lady Vincentius; I do not doubt their acceptance of our ruse. Indeed, at the moment I am more concerned with your acceptance of the truth." He said this evenly, while looking down at the documents to which he'd been tending before she'd arrived, as though it troubled him not at all to have earned her ire. As though it meant nothing to him to reinforce the notion that it was not Sabine who now ruled Hayll at all.

"Lady Decasta is a ruling Queen of Hayll," he said, while signing Nero Augustus' name to the document before him. Only once he'd finished did he look back over at Sabine in all her aggravated glory. She truly was a beautiful creature. Not for the first time, Quinlan wondered if she couldn't be reformed somehow. Purged of all of the evil that riddled her bones and made to worship her Territory as good Queens ought. Not for the first time, he dismissed that possibility after a moment spent studying her. She'd been weakened by her dependence on Aurelius. Like a child who'd spent her infancy being carried rather than allowed to walk, there were certain muscles in her that had never learned to bear the weight they should, he thought. It was a pity. She was striking when passionate.

"What has she done that warrants being labeled a traitor to her Territory?"

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #3 on: Feb 24, 18, 03:55:10 AM »
Anger was always the easiest mask for Sabine to wear. It was the closest she ever felt to something real, at least what others might consider real on the scale of the emotions that ruled over their shallow and pathetic lives. Aurelius had taught her a different way. He had taken the shell of a girl he had found standing in the waves after the Purge and filled her with skills and drive. She played the piano. She crafted and donned at will any of a dozen masks to fit the situation and what was expected of her. She could observe the smallest detail and draw conclusions that others would miss. She traded in information, capable of learning things in an evening it would take others years.

And none of it had saved her from Nero's cruel clutches, or protected Aurelius from being collared.  What good was anything she could do if she couldn't save one of the only few people she cared anything for at all? That sense of perpetual helplessness was a large contributor to her begging Gabriel to kill her, to just take her life and end everything. He hadn't. Perhaps next time.

She decided to leave that particular knowledge out of the conversation she was having with Nero.

Pale golden eyes blazing bright, the words fell from her lips clear and damning. "She took part in the imprisonment and torture of a ruler of another Territory without my leave. These are acts of war waged against Askavi without knowledge or permission of the throne. Do you understand the magnitude of her actions? Gabriel Decasta wears the Black. He could raze all of Hayll. And the only thing standing between us and the wrath of the Black is that execution order that you so ignorantly decided to override!"

That wasn't the entire truth, of course. He also wanted the names and bodies of their dead delegates and for any remaining prisoners to be returned to Askavi. Sabine felt particularly furious about the matter. It was the first act Nero had forced her hand on, and still she received constant criticism and question of actions that had been by her hand but not by her will.

"Gabriel is within his rights to kill every Decasta living for what was done to him. But he didn't ask for that Price. All he asked for was the names of the dead Eyrien delegates and for the living to be returned. And her. Her death. And you fucked it up!"





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #4 on: Feb 25, 18, 01:34:55 PM »
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Well. That certainly got his attention. Not the Queen's tantrum; he was unimpressed with her sudden and apparent inability to conduct herself as a civilized woman of an advanced society. The content of her tirade was another matter, however. There was a great deal to unpack in what she said, and Fidelis sat back slowly in Nero's seat, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he considered it all.

As far as Fidelis knew, even the Iarvis had lost track of Gabriel Decasta some years ago. He'd been a person of interest because of his Jewels, but had otherwise seemed just another Hayllian degenerate, grown spiritually fat and lazy off of the abundance Hayll provided. That is, until it was revealed that he was not Hayllian at all, but Eyrien. He'd returned to Askavi, which had caused some concern, initially. Yet years passed and he seemed to have simply disappeared into the mist. Not even the Iarvis agents in Askavi knew where he'd gone, only that he was suddenly gone.

But not gone enough, it seemed.

"My dear Lady Vicentius," he said, in Nero's smooth, unhurried cadence. "Hayll will not fall to one man, no matter his Jewels. Hayll might, however, fall if its ruling class lost its composure and began attempt to eat itself alive.  In case you haven't noticed, the mass of slaves congregating in Faro has made your constituents rather anxious. What do you believe the impact on the Senate and the Families would be if their Queen suddenly began calling for the blood of not merely a Hundred Families woman, but also a sitting Queen for no visible reason? The discord and fear you would have conjured in your haste to submit the Praetorian Guard to the whims of one Eyrien malcontent would be as damaging or more than whatever wrath one man would bring." The last of his words emerged with a hint of a sneer, Nero's flagrant hatred of the warrior race clearly evident.

"Let the Black Jewel commit his own murders. If he truly wishes Lady Decasta dead, then let him kill her for her sins against him, whatever they may be. We need not move against him in response if his justifications are known, and it saves us from having to explain how you supplicated the strength of Hayll before one of them."

He did not move, but the air in the room shifted slightly as he moved from a reactive to a proactive state of mind. The sharpness of his focus increased, and there was a beat of silence before he continued.

"Now. Have a seat, Lady Vicentius, and explain to me precisely how and where you met with this ruler of another Territory." He thought he already knew, of course. He hadn't bothered to have her monitored every moment of the day and night because he hadn't felt a need to, but that didn't mean he didn't have information collected. He knew she'd been to Senon Decasta's residence at one point recently, but had thought nothing of it at the time. Suddenly, that bit of information seemed far more relevant. Had Gabriel come here? Had he been as near to the capital as his family's home? He wondered if the Master knew, but decided that they must.

The point of his question, then, was not as much to find the information he'd asked for, but to make a point of the fact that Sabine had erred. A secret meeting with a foreign head of state (as much as Decosta was, as Fidelis recalled there were others at Askavi's helm, the last he'd read) did not, in his mind, qualify as her being the obedient little Queen who wished for her benefactor to be spared pain and suffering. Did she realize it yet, he wondered? She was so caught up in trying to throw herself at Ranosi's feet that Fidelis thought the rest of it hadn't sunk in yet. Did she understand that Aurelius would suffer for her choices? Did she care, or was the fear of the Black so complete that not even her beloved benefactor figured into her thoughts?

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #5 on: Feb 25, 18, 10:52:29 PM »
Like a statue of beautiful fury, Sabine stood, rigid and still as Nero's calm voice dismissed her concerns as if they were no more likely to come to pass than a child's fancy. On other lips, the sound of Aurelius' name used to reference her was a welcome title. From him, it sounded oily, stained somehow by his ability to cause painful shivers to tear their way down her spine. It had not just been the guard she had sent, it was Jupiter himself she had demanded this service of. Had he betrayed her? Gone to Nero instead of carrying out her orders? Or had he been interceded?

Her canines bit down hard on her tongue until blood welled against the flesh, a sharp and sudden pain she swallowed down as easily as the copper that now flowed into her mouth. She would not bring attention to Jupiter. Better for Nero to think she treated him like a toy she could pick up and easily discard than allow any truth to the longing she felt to be near her bonded male. Whatever pain Jupiter himself felt was a pittance in comparison to what he would if Nero understood he had yet another chess piece he could use against her in this battle for her very soul.

"Let the Black Jewel commit his own murders."

Would Nero have been relieved to be rid of her had he done just that? If Gabriel's hands had crushed her windpipe, his eyes watching the life drain out of her to never return. Would that have been better? Or would Sabine's death have sent Hayll into a tail spin, already on the precipice of war as they were? Did the Hundred Families actually care for their Queen? Did they ever?

Nero's next words sprang  and snapped around her like a well concealed trap. She refused him the satisfaction of a reaction. Not even her eyes widened in response to his carefully executed volley. It was not an easy feat, accomplished only by pulling hard at the Rose Jewel set in a ring she wore always on her index finger. The fingers of her other hand slipped over it as she sat, holding his gaze as she hid the evidence of her Jewel's dull appearance as she plummeted its depths ruthlessly.

One day she would break herself holding her masks in place. Aurelius had helped ensure that would never happen. Now, she navigated the most difficult interactions without him at her side. It was only a matter of time.

"He's not the ruler of Askavi currently. He was. When the Decasta family imprisoned and tortured him." It was a rather moot point to all of this, but one that seemed needing clarification. And it gave her a moment of time to decide what she would say and what she would not. She chose to start with a half truth. "He wrote me a letter." True. "He described what had been done to him and by who." True. "He asked for information about the delegation," true, "and to see his step-mother put to death." Mostly true. It was more of an after thought. "I destroyed the letter after it came so there would be no evidence." That was a complete fabrication. There was simply no way that she would hand over private correspondence between herself and Gabriel to Nero Augustus.

Sabine's shoulders rose and fell as she took slow, deep breaths. She would not offer any more. Why did he need to know that she had seen him in person? She was still Queen, was she not? Her voice had quieted, her demeanor more reasonable. But the fire never left her eyes, her rage still evident in the firm set of her jaw.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #6 on: Feb 28, 18, 10:30:10 AM »
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He's not the ruler of Askavi currently, the Queen pointed out, and the polite and civil mask of interest Nero had once habitually held over his features was allowed to relax away. His expression moved to something neutral, though the sharpness of the focus that followed Sabine remained piercing. He did not rush to speak, and in that pause Sabine filled the silence with more of her answer. Very faintly, blood scented the air between them. Not just any blood, but a Queen's blood, inciting and meaningful. Had he been a normal man who'd caught that trace scent, he might've inquired as to the Queen's well being. It was not strong enough, alone, to indicate her moon time had found her unexpectedly, nor enough to suggest that she was severely wounded. It was just a taste, just a hint of vulnerability that should have brought forward the instinct to protect and comfort the woman before him.

To Fidelis and his shadowy brethren, however, the blood of a Queen meant sacrifice. It meant power. It meant oaths and lifelong missions and the sort of duty to one's homeland and countrymen the likes of which this spoiled whelp of a girl would never understand. Oh, it roused Fidelis, certainly. Just not in the way one might expect.

Distrustful of Sabine's willingness to be forthright, now, Fidelis inspected the Queen for deception. Rose Craft had moved alongside that distracting trace of blood, after all; his own hidden Rose made him more sensitive to such things. That ruthless dive into her power paid off, as Fidelis was treated to nothing save the mask she showed him, airtight and unflinching. He decided that he believed she would have destroyed Ranosi's letter, and even if she hadn't, it held less interest to him than whatever response she might have given in return - a response that she had thus far failed to mention.

"He sent you a letter," Nero's thoughtful timbre repeated. "Which you read, destroyed, and then obeyed out of your great love of Hayll and fear for what it might suffer, if Ranosi's temper is unleashed upon us." There was a beat of silence, wherein his eyes lifted from their thoughtful cast towards his desk and centered on Sabine once more. "This is the entirety of the matter? This is what you would have me believe?" The way he said it, the too-even weight of his tone, made it sound like a dangerous question. The words themselves were innocent enough, a fairly unbiased retelling of the facts as she'd given him, he felt. Yet there was no escaping the sense that a trap was being set, that not only did he know how she would reply, but was waiting for it before releasing whatever blade loomed invisibly overhead.

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #7 on: Mar 01, 18, 07:06:59 AM »
"Yes."

The Purple Dusk that sat nestled against the hollow of her throat shimmered as she moved seamlessly from her nearly drained Rose Jewel to her Offering as she tried to keep her masks firmly and securely in place. For the love of Hayll, she had done these things. That is what a good Queen  would do for the love of her Territory. Sabine didn't know what it meant to be a good Queen, but she could surmise enough to answer the way she was supposed to. At least, most of the time.

The Queen swallowed as he continued, a movement she hoped would not reveal her desire to keep some of her exchange with Gabriel to herself. It was hers, not just as the Queen but as the woman who had once been his lover, perhaps even his friend. That latter could no longer be said, although whether he would once again give in to his desires was an unknown she could not foresee. They were enemies now, more truly than even before when he learned that the execution she had signed was not actually carried out. He would have no way to know she didn't merely betray him.

After all, who could possible overrule the Queen of Hayll?

She disliked the manner Nero's gaze sharpened upon her. He had grown more skilled in detecting when she offered him less than the entirety of the truth over the years, a thing for which she felt she had only herself and her lacking practice to blame. If she were as adept as Aurelius had taught her to be, a man such as Nero should not be able to see her so clearly. She had lost the easy manner of her proficiency, the few emotions she did feel coloring the very expertise she needed to be able to survive under his scrutiny.

"No," she said, choosing to offer him enough more that he might think he had pulled the truth from her. Desperate for him to not learn that she had seen Gabriel, that he had held her in his hands and Craft both. She would not reveal that he had fucked her to within an inch of her life, refusing in the end to do as she had begged. She would not! She caught her heart beat speeding up, her breath moving slightly faster in her chest. What she offered would be enough. It had to be. Sabine truly did not know how Nero would respond if he learned the extent of their meeting, or even that they had met at all.

Forcefully steadying her breathing, she found a slow, smooth pattern that might allow her heart to follow if she was especially lucky. "I did write him back." Squaring her shoulders, she raised her chin, her carriage graceful, as if she were playing the piano at concert as she used to. Before.

"It would be improper to allow such a correspondence to stand unanswered. I wrote that I did not have the information he desired about the delegates, but I would see to the execution immediately." Her breathing steady, she willed her heart to slow before it betrayed her. She had given just enough. Nero would let it go. He must.

Mustn't he?





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #8 on: Mar 01, 18, 09:18:46 AM »
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Yes, Sabine said first, and the image of Nero before her lowered his eyes, and nodded his head subtly in a show of understanding. He drew a breath to speak, the air between them heavy with portent and consequence, but before his words came, the Queen spoke once more. She reversed her answer, summoning the Consul's unhurried gaze once more. He watched her calmly while she explained how she'd replied to Decosta. He suspected that she had gone to the Decosta family home to respond in person to Gabriel's summons. When he'd called her on meeting with him, she'd chosen to contest the fact that he was currently a Territory Leader instead of contesting the fact that she'd met with him, and he hadn't overlooked that choice. She spoke so convincingly of how she'd written him a letter in return that he might have let her change his belief on that... if he hadn't just watched her say yes first with the very same, unflinching sincerity. It fascinated him that she'd been able to successfully lie to him. To him, of all people! He wasn't even mad about it, yet. He was impressed that she'd managed to help him underestimate her. It was not a mistake he'd make again soon, he thought.

But in the end, whether the Queen had indeed seen Decosta in person or merely written him a letter didn't matter. What mattered was that she'd surrendered her power to Nero Augustus on pain of death, and had then wielded that same power without his consultation or permission. He would focus on the letter because it was the story she gave him; he would have tailored his response around the in-person meeting if that had been her confession instead. Either way, she was too deep into this gambit now to win, and he'd known it three moves ago.

"So not only have you made an arrangement with a foreign party on behalf of Hayll, you have put into the world somewhere written proof of that arrangement," he summarized. The door opened behind Sabine, and Fabrizio stepped into the consul's office, looking expectant as though he'd been called. The man wearing Nero's face looked up to Nero's son, and spoke in even, unbothered tones.

"Bring Aurelius. Quietly."

Fabrizio nodded and left, and the door closed behind him with a click that might as well have been the schick! of a guillotine blade.

"Do you remember our conversation the night you returned from the foreigner's wedding?" he said, as he settled his eyes on the Queen once more. "The terms of our arrangement?" He would wait for her acknowledgement, then add, "Please explain to me where in those terms you feel there was there an allowance for you to conduct business on behalf of Hayll without my involvement."

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #9 on: Mar 01, 18, 10:31:36 AM »
Nero's trap sprang shut around her and she felt it as surely as if she had stepped on a bear trap, crushing her bones beneath its jaws. She went terribly, horribly still. She had seen it a moment too late. Truthfully, she had seen it several minutes too late. An entire trip to Nero's office too late. She had damned herself by walking through his doorway. She had allowed her fury to interfere with her ability to see the moves ahead of her. She knew better. What had she been thinking?

She had been thinking of Gabriel. Of hearing what had been left at the Decosta estate and feeling that rush of relief that he still lived. And seeing a letter in his hand, after all this time... It was foolish.

She didn't move. She barely dared to breathe. Like a wild animal caught, eyes wide, seeking an escape. The door opened behind her and she flinched before she could stop herself. For all of her rage and fury, Sabine was a caged beast, one who had known pain often enough to be fearful.

"Bring Aurelius. Quietly."

Her head snapped back to look at Fabrizio. Panic set in. Her pupils dilated and her breathing sped. She felt suddenly nauseated. He left and she looked to the floor. Nero's next words washed over her in a sick wave.

"I remember," she said quietly. Memories of that night still haunted her. Her Master of the Guard bleeding out on her floor while Aurelius was seized and collared, all while she was held back from attacking Nero with her hands and teeth. Some nights she still dreamt of it, only to be awoken by Jupiter when he was on duty, trying to soothe her and tell her it wasn't real. It was just a dream. For a moment she would feel so free, and then she would remember. It was real. Nero had complete and total control over her. 

"Please explain to me..."

Her eyes slowly moved from the floor, over his desk, and ended, finally, holding his gaze. Rage beyond what she had felt when she walked in burned bright in those pale gold orbs. Her masks had been ground away, leaving a furious Queen in their absence. Her lip curled back, baring her teeth, her nails dug hard into her palms. "You will leave Aurelius out of this!" she hissed. "Am I to deny myself even the correspondence of other rulers? Of those who were once friends? Those seeking JUSTICE for what was wrongfully done to them?" She rose to her feet, Purple Dusk Craft bleeding off of her as her voice grew louder, her words more desperate. "Why do you even have me here if I have no purpose?!"  Crimson welled in the palms of her hands, bringing that sharp scent to the forefront of her senses again.

Sabine stood before him, shaking, dizzy with the demands she placed on her mind and her body, a target for whatever was coming. If only he would take it.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #10 on: Mar 02, 18, 09:49:59 AM »
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Sabine hissed her demand, and the man before her gave a look of unamused interest, as though she was beginning to recite a fanciful story for which he had no time. She stood, she emboldened herself with Craft, she all but roared at the Consul as panic and fury seemed to grip her in equal measure. The man before her seemed wholly unmoved by the display, nothing more than that infuriatingly focused calm seeming to hold him.

"You have indeed seemed to misunderstand your purpose here, Lady Vincentius. Let me spell it out for you more clearly, so that there are no more... misunderstandings between us. You no longer rule Hayll. You are its face. The body it requires to occupy the throne, the symbol of conventional rule that will keep people calm and confident in the strength of their government. You are a tool for me as you were a tool for Prince Vincentius before. Our former arrangement allowed for you and your benefactor to remain in his residence in peace and comfort. All you had to do was tend to your music and your jewelry and sit prettily on the throne so that I might do my work for Hayll. You chose instead to make decisions on Hayll's behalf, to put the desires of one foreign abomination above the needs of your own people. And why? Because he was once your friend? Because you fear his Jewels might topple a society that has survived the direct and sustained assault of his entire nation? Hayll has risen proudly from what Askavi threw at it hundreds of years ago, when it had a nation full of barbarians with which to assault us. Are you so quick to admit defeat under the threat of a SINGLE MAN?" As he spoke, the Prince had finally begun to show some passion, particularly when he spoke of Hayll and what it had overcome. It seemed an unnatural thing, as though his particular face was not meant to move in such fervent expressions. As he paused, he seemed to withdraw into himself once more, and he sat back from the unintentional lean forward his tirade had lent him. One hand still rested atop the desk, and it tapped gently, once.

"I'm afraid you've made your last demand of Hayll, Lady Vincentius. And as you have chosen to not uphold your end of our arrangement, I will no longer feel obligated to hold up mine. Prince Vincentius will be broken of his Offering and removed from his home. I now understand that I was too generous in the terms of our arrangement, which is perhaps what led you to believe you possess more power than you do. Your benefactor will be kept alive and well hidden, lest you decide to direct your 'friend' to bring me or my people to harm. If I am killed or disappear, he will starve to death before he is found. When Fabrizio returns with him, you will be permitted to speak with him briefly, so that you might explain to him just why he is about to endure what he will."

A brow arched, and his chin lifted a touch.

"Explain to him that you were seeking justice for a friend," he said, dryly. "I'm sure it will appease him."




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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #11 on: Mar 12, 18, 04:50:25 AM »
Sabine listened in horror as he spoke. Her expression fell to neutral, trying to take in what he said. She wanted to break everything in sight. She wanted to fling herself at him and claw out his eyes, even if he managed to kill her in the process. With her gone, there would be no need to hurt Aurelius, would there? She fought to hold his gaze. Passion was not something she was used to seeing from him, but if Nero had shown care for anything in the time she had known him, it was his vision of Hayll.

Her masks shifted across her features like the quick flip of pages in a book. She had enough sense to not let it be as obvious as it could have been, but just barely. Her Rose Jewel was dangerously low, her Purple Dusk offering deeper reserves, but that too was not an endless well. Immune to her anger, smoothly avoiding the bait she laid out for him, she grew more desperate with each passing word.

And then the blade fell. Aurelius. Broken. Stolen from her. She had to bow her head and take a deep breath for a moment. No. No!

Aurelius had made this imprisonment bearable. She could still run to him when the walls closed in on her. What kind of a Queen was she if she could not prevent his breaking? If she could not even keep him near her? No. She had to do something. Anything. Everything.

When she looked up again, her face had settled in a pretty visage of the young Hayllian Queen. Whatever could be said about her light skin and the paleness of her golden eyes, she certainly held a Hayllian's appetites. Before, when Gabriel was still Gabriel and not Endevar, when she didn't rule anything but Aurelius' heart, she had been a known name in party circuit of the Hundred Families. She played recitals, attended dinners, gathered information for Aurelius while everyone else drank and she simply vanished her wine to make it appear she was joining in. That was easy to fake. The orgies following weren't. The young Queen had allowed others to touch her, to learn what it was to fuck the future Queen of Hayll.

Had Nero ever wondered? Despite his having control of her, he had never touched her, never even alluded to wanting her like that. And yet she was young, and beautiful, and a Queen. Bile rose from her stomach as she realized in full what she was about to do. She could get through it. If it saved Aurelius, kept him by her side, it would be worth it.

The anger was simply gone as if it had never been. She moved slowly, stepping around his desk until she stood in front of him. Desire she did not feel shone in her eyes. It was an easy enough ploy. It would be what came after, if he accepted her bargain, that would be more difficult. Her words were soft, entreating. "Nero. Prince. Please. Forgive me. You are right, of course. I have forgotten my place within the terms of our agreement. Allow me to make it up to you and show you my remorse."

She took a single step closer. Her hands clearly empty, although still turned toward her body to hide the sanguine stains that ran along them. Her body swayed with the step, shifting only enough to let the strap of her dress slip from her shoulder. "Aurelius and I will move here full time. I won't do anything without talking to you first. If you'll just allow me to keep him with me, allow him to stay whole, I will be so grateful to you."

How much time had passed? They would be here soon. She needed to convince Nero before Fabrizio returned. "If I am to be a tool, let it be in more than just words. This body can do much more than just occupy a throne. Grant me mercy, and I can show you."





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #12 on: Mar 14, 18, 11:26:28 AM »
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The instant Sabine looked up, her face calmed and her eyes shining with intent and desire, Fidelis knew what her next play would be. It was impressive, in a way, that she could move so cleanly and completely from one face to the next, discarding each as they lost their usefulness. In another life she could have been a remarkable star of the theater, perhaps, for how convincingly she donned each new disguise, each new bearing and temporary truth. Fidelis knew it was an act, just a desperate ploy to save her beloved benefactor, and yet even knowing that he could find no seam in her appearance. Her eyes watched him as though she wanted him, and her body moved as though it, too, desired to be allowed to show him just how supple a supplicant she could be.

It was a rare thing for Fidelis to falter, but for the briefest of moments, he did. Nero Augustus was a sort of anomaly for a Hayllian, as while he'd been his own man he'd been fairly close to entirely asexual. It was as though, once he'd put his children into the world he'd no longer seen the need to sully himself with things like intimacy and pleasure. For all his faults, the old Consul had truly been entirely devoted to his vision of Hayll. Quinlan, on the other hand, related to much of the world through his sexuality, and was already half-aroused by the sheer passion he'd witnessed in the distraught Queen so far. It wasn't anything he allowed to interfere with his great work; no trace of his distraction would infect the psychic impression to which Sabine was privy. He ignored his natural urges while playing the role of Consul, because despite how powerless Sabine would be to do anything about it if his ruse was discovered, there was no reason to allow anyone to know Hayll's power had been compromised.

The Queen moved around the desk and towards him, however, and Quinlan found himself negotiating with... himself. As Nero, he ought to respond with disgust, he knew. Sabine was the crowned Queen of Hayll. For her to even hint at resorting to whoring herself for power ought to anger him, ought to affirm for him just one more reason why she was unworthy to be at the helm of the great nation around them. Nero would have turned her back to her seat, and would have bade her sit there while he continued to summon Aurelius. He would have had the man broken and hidden, as he'd threatened.

But did it matter, in the end, exactly what Nero would have done? This was new ground, wasn't it? Sabine had no way of knowing where Nero's limits were, and what the man might do when he was pushed far enough. And weren't there ways to accomplish the same results a number of ways?

"Mercy," the Consul repeated, lowering his eyes from the Queen to look idly at his desktop. "It is a pretty concept, but the province of Healers and charity workers, I'm afraid. Mercy would not teach any lessons. Mercy would not guarantee that you will think of me - of our agreement - first, the next time your passions try and lead you astray." He turned his chair to the side so that he faced her, and he leaned back slightly, a hand at his chin, to study her.

"But perhaps there are other ways to ensure you remember. Is this your desire, then? To surrender your body as you have surrendered your rule? This is what you would like to substitute for the breaking of your Aurelius?" He would leave her room to respond. Her masks were too perfect, and there was likely no outwardly visible indication of the reality of her situation bleeding through her mind. Still, he fancied that he could see it, and something in that moment of helplessness hardened him further.

"Very well. Disrobe."

He said it so calmly, in that same low, comfortable cadence that all of Hayll knew as its guiding voice. He seemed resigned to his task, rather than anticipating it with the slow-burning hunger that was present beneath the webs he wore. If Sabine did as he asked, he would not complain about how she chose to do so. Whether she made a show of it in an attempt to secure his interest, vanished the clothes without any pomp, or tearfully peeled her layers away in resigned agony, it mattered not. He would watch her with an unflinching gaze, his eyes moving over each bit of newly revealed flesh in studious evaluation.

When she was finished, he pushed back from his desk, some, still sitting in his chair. A flicker of his Opal cleared the desktop of his work.

"Good. Now, lean forward over the desk until you can rest your cheek on it. Once you are there, reach back and spread yourself open so that I can see all of you." Here, too, he would watch her with the quiet attention of a man intent on his task. "Does this humiliate you?" he asked her, once she was in place. He made no move to draw nearer, and he laid not a finger upon her. "Will you remember this?"


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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #13 on: Mar 14, 18, 12:57:15 PM »
Never had Nero asked anything of her in this nature. She had often thought it odd he hadn't. Sabine was a vain creature, but even if she wasn't, the chance to bury oneself within a Queen was something most males might jump at.

Ruthlessly she pulled on her Purple Dusk. There would be no cracks, no chance for Nero to find a lie within her mask. Her eyes, body, and scent were all in line with the focused belief that she desired him. The small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips enhanced their fullness. The tilt of her head granted a beautiful view of the long line of her neck. Even the way she stood, dropping her weight into her hips to be both more alluring and even smaller than him than she already was caused the eye to run along the way her narrow waist curved into her hips.

He spoke of mercy and she feared he would not be swayed to her intent. Please, she begged silently. Please take me in his place. What would she not do for the few males who were unlucky enough to be bound to her? Beg Endevar to end her life. Keep Jupiter as far from her as possible, rebuffing him anytime she grew weak and allowed him close to her again. Offer herself to Nero if it only meant Aurelius could remain whole and at her side.

It was not out of altruism. Sabine knew no such motives. But despite her hollow heart, she was still Blood, still a Queen, and she would endure Hell in order for them not to.

Her spirit lightened when he continued to speak, faltering for only a soft inhale when he asked if this was her desire. She swallowed the bile that fought to rise and lied so prettily she very nearly believed it herself. "Yes. I desire this. I surrender myself in place of Aurelius' breaking."

He gave his command, and she slowly removed her dress. She did not make a show of it, but neither did she lose hold of her mask. Loosened to the place that it merely hung from her, slender hands holding it to her chest, she let her dress fall in a silken pile around her feet. She bent forward then, sliding her underwear down her slender legs. Stepping out of both her panties and the circle of her dress, she stood nude before him for the first time.

He moved back from his desk and she watched as his Opal removed everything from the desk's surface. His next words caused nausea to surge within her, but she refused to show it. She would not crack. Aurelius and his Jewels were on the line. Being able to see him. Keeping him with her. For that, she could do this. She could.

She stepped forward to the desk, slowly bending over as he instructed. Laying her cheek on the cool surface, she took a deep breath before reaching back and revealing herself  as he asked. Squeezing her eyes shut, she held the position, quietly wishing it would all be over soon.

"Yes," she responded, not needing to lie this time. "It's humiliating. Do you like it when I am humiliated?" Her question lilted, offering again that she would give this to him if it turned him on, if it would save her Aurelius. "Yes. I will remember this."





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #14 on: Mar 14, 18, 02:06:37 PM »
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"I don't particularly care how you feel," he replied dryly, from his place behind her. She wouldn't be able to see him fully without lifting her head, but her peripheral vision showed the edge of his form, relaxed and unmoving. "You do not matter to me in that sense. It is only that there are few things that I believe will impact you well enough to affect your behavior in the future. Your pride is one of them." He paused briefly, and with an exertion of his will, Seduction Craft began to infect the air around the prostrated Queen. His Opal was a subtle thing when he wanted it to be, though Sabine would likely understand that it was not a sudden attraction to the Prince behind her that began to warm her body.

"Even if I desired a tryst. Even if you truly hungered for me the way other men desire you. Even if your body wept with want while you lay there exposed like a common prostitute, I would not and do not desire you. You are where you are for the sole reason that I want you to become more viscerally aware of how little power you possess."

He leaned back a slight bit more in his seat, but otherwise seemed unmoving.

"Now. While you remain in place, you will open your mind to me. I am going to allow you the chance to tell me the truth in response to the questions I'm going to ask you. If I sense deception in you, I will tear your inner barriers asunder by force, take the truth for myself, and then go forth with Aurelius' breaking anyway. Do you understand me?"

He would wait, then, for Sabine to assent and comply. Once she lowered the outermost protections of her mind, she might sense his Craft more keenly as he pressed himself inside of her mind. He allowed himself a pair of seconds to orient himself, to find the baseline for her current mental state. Then he began to speak.

"I want you to tell me precisely what prompted you to go and visit Senon Decosta recently. Once done, I want you to detail for me exactly what happened during your visit, from the time you set out there to the time you returned home. I will caution you one last time to be forthcoming. If I have to extract the truth from you by force, you and your benefactor will both suffer for it."


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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #15 on: Mar 14, 18, 03:10:15 PM »

His Craft swept over her and a small, surprised gasp left her mouth. She hadn't expected him to use Seduction Craft on her. She was familiar enough with the sensation. She was Hayllian, after all. But she was opening herself to him, offering him everything of her body in exchange for Aurelius. Was it not enough? Did he need her mad with desire as well?

His words met their purpose. She felt more humiliated with each passing syllable. Rage threatened to rise within her but she choked it down mercilessly. This was what was required. He was a heinous, disgusting man, but then she had already known that about Nero Augustus, hadn't she?

She wanted to ask if she could release the position, but before she had the opportunity, he made his next demand. Her body was not enough. He wanted access to her mind as well. He threatened to tear her inner barriers to shreds and fear did spike within her, but it was barely felt. Buried beneath her Craft, dampened further by his, warm tendrils running across her and making her want.

Slowly, defying everything Aurelius had ever taught her, she allowed Nero into her mind. Her outer barrier lowered, she would not allow him any further unless he demanded it of her. This was not what she had offered. The rejection of her body stung, but not nearly as much as opening her mind to the man who had stolen her life and her rule from her.

Sabine did not believe she could achieve sexual with her voice, so she aimed merely for neutral. The thought of lying passed through her thoughts, but she dismissed it. Even if she was willing to risk her own mind, she was not willing to risk Aurelius'. She stuck with simple sentences, all true, without emblishment.

"I went to see Senon to give him the letter I had written to Gabriel. Gabriel was there. We spoke. He was angry that I didn't have more information for him about the Eyrien delegates. He..." Memories of his Craft crushing her throat and slamming her against the wall filled her thoughts, followed by his hands taking the place of his Craft. "He was violent. And then," her voice hitched just slightly, the memory of his cock slamming into her, of his fury, of her begging, "we had sex. I must have fallen asleep after. When I woke up, he was gone. Senon saw me safely home."

The words completed, all words truth told even if not every detail was offered up for measure, she released a shivering breath.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #16 on: Mar 14, 18, 03:42:53 PM »
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"That... does not surprise me," the Consul drawled, his nearly monotone voice making it seem as though the matter bored him. "The shade of your hair tells enough about the lack of discernment in your line's choice of lovers. Was he to remain with Prince Decasta?" He pressed, testing her mind for deception, waiting to catch her in a lie. "Did he return to Askavi? I asked for details, did I not? What information did you give him about the Eyriens?"

He waited for her to answer before anything else happened. He wanted his questions answered before he proceeded, because he knew he may not get them afterwards. Once she'd satisfied his queries, however, he reached out on a psychic thread and tapped Fabrizio, who'd arrived moments before and was waiting outside the office door. The lock dropped off of the door, and without warning, Fabrizio stepped inside. He looked taken aback, surprised by the sight before him, but not nearly as bothered as Aurelius Vincentius, who was revealed when Fabrizio dropped the sight shield from around him once the door was closed behind them.

"Ah, gentlemen," Nero said, remaining in his seat. "I'm afraid I've called you here needlessly," he said, while Fabrizio took the initiative to restrain Aurelius. Without his Jewels and bound in a collar, the Green Prince had little chance of saving the day at the moment, but his passion at the sight of his ward splayed naked on Nero's desk might make it difficult for him to remember that.

"Lady Vincentius made a mistake, but she has suggested an alternate course of... reparation," he said. With a slim, unamused smile. "You may return to your quarters." He nodded to Fabrizio. Whatever the ensuing reaction from Aurelius was, it was hidden behind the sight and aural shields Nero's son erected around him. Fabrizio pulled Aurelius from the office, and after that moment of upset, the Queen and her Consul were left alone once more. 

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #17 on: Mar 14, 18, 04:49:01 PM »
Sabine answered his questions with the same neutral tone. "I do not think he was staying with Senon. I told him some of the delegates were dead. Those who survived had gone to Faro with the rebels. I believe he intended to go there to find them. I assume he was going back to Askavi, yes. But I don't know the timing. And he..." she paused, swallowing hard at the realization she was about to tell Nero such a private detail. "He said he would see me again, to find the names and remains of the dead."

There. He had to be satisfied now, didn't he? She wanted him to leave her mind, just like she wanted to run from the room, to move her hands from her cunt and hide from everything he was. 

And then the door opened, and Sabine's mouth went dry, her tongue thick between her teeth.

Aurelius.

Forgetting entirely her command to remain in place, Sabine stood the moment the sight shield was dropped from Aurelius. Her hands rose to cover her mouth, the mask slipping in his horrified presence. He surged forward, Fabrizio restraining him. Sabine moved sideways along the desk until she stood at the edge. She managed to stop herself, glancing back at Nero as she did. She wouldn't openly defy him when Aurelius was so close, not when he could still carry out what he threatened.

Seeing her move towards him drove Aurelius to yell in frustration. She snapped back to look at him, one hand reaching up in a stop motion. "Don't! Maestro, please," she begged. Her other had settled at her throat, clutching her Purple Dusk Jewel, set still in the simple and incredibly expensive setting he had designed for her. Time slowed, the moment stretching into an agonizing eternity.

No other words came to her. She could not soothe her beloved mentor of what he had witnessed, nor undo what he was sure to now imagine. The cold fire within her belly that was the hatred she felt for Nero flared weakly, but struggled to burn bright. She realized in alarm that her Purple Dusk was draining faster than she anticipated, the needs to hold her masks with Nero not allowing for even the slightest imperfection costing her dearly.

She watched as the sight and aural shields went up again and he vanished from her view. Fabrizio moved through the door and she knew Aurelius went with him. When the door finally closed, hours later, a lifetime later, she turned slowly to Nero, still sitting in his chair. Her words were meticulous as she spoke, each syllable outlined in sharp detail.

"That was not part of the deal."





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #18 on: Mar 14, 18, 09:01:39 PM »
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Still embedded in Sabine's mind like a rooted weed, Quinlan was privy to the reflexive shock and horror that washed over the Queen. He didn't move from his reclined position, but watched as she started towards her so-called guardian and tried to assuage his ire. She failed, naturally. There was nothing anyone in that room was going to say or do that would prevent Aurelius from choking on his own impotent rage for the remainder of the afternoon. More importantly, there was nothing that was going to be done to erase that perfect little moment from Sabine's mind. He replaced the aural shields and locks once the door was closed, and looked once more to the Queen.

That was not part of the deal, she said, when she'd turned back to the Consul after Aurelius had been taken away.

Here, finally, the visage of Nero seemed to show some measure of defeat. His eyes lowered and he released a breath that would have been a sigh, had it been any louder. His shoulders deflated just the smallest measure and overall he seemed, for just a moment, weary.

"Queens," he murmured, with a small shake of his head. "...have an amazingly persistent ability to ignore reality when they see fit. It would be a fascinating phenomenon if it wasn't already so vexing." He spoke as though she wasn't even there, as though he was making notes for himself for later, perhaps. But then he lifted his eyes towards Sabine and he stood up from his chair.

"Lady Vincentius," he said, in that droll cadence once more, "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding." His hands, spread before him in a placating gesture as he approached, snapped into action as soon as he was near enough to reach her. One hand (shielded, thank you, as he was attending her mind less for the moment and she looked to him like a viper ready to lash out) grabbed the back of her neck, and the other grabbed her wrist. He stepped forward and pushed her around to the front of the desk, then forced her to bend forward over it. He held her there long enough to slide bands of Opal Craft across the back of her shoulders to pin her in place, then stood upright again. He'd wanted to give into the urge to smack her head against the wall first, or at least smash her face down onto the desktop. Maybe that would wake her up, and drive home the details of her current reality. But as little as Quinlan would've felt remorse over such actions, Nero would not have indulged in them. Of course, Nero likely would not have indulged in the steps Quinlan was now taking, but Sabine had no way of knowing that, he told himself. She'd never yet defied him as she had now. She'd never thrown herself at him like she had today.

"There is no deal," he assured her, as he parted his robes and untied the sash beneath. "There is what I allow, and what I will not allow. If you will not accept that you have no power, perhaps an object lesson is in order." She wouldn't hear him spit into his hand. She wouldn't see him pull his hardened cock out and spread his saliva over it. The next thing the trapped Queen would know at all was that her Consul was violating her, shoving his cock into her ass. Her body resisted him, and the first thrust of his hips against her only buried him halfway. Even there, the tightness and warmth of her made him grunt, his clip curling in a hateful sneer.

"You do not deserve the seed of a true Hayllian in your womb. But you will learn that your agency now belongs to me. You are my tool, to use as I see fit." He leaned over her then, and though she wouldn't see him draw in a breath of the scent of her hair, she'd feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke beside her ear. "Your nation. Your guardian. Your body. Your mind. Your future, Sabine. It all belongs to me." His hands sank to her hips to hold her still, and then he thrust himself forward, sinking himself the rest of the way inside of her.

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #19 on: Mar 14, 18, 10:15:55 PM »
For a moment, she could feel her sense of self begin to blossom deep within her. Her shoulders straightened. Her chin rose. She had just experienced the most debasing moment of her life and watched the man who raised her be forced to witness something unspeakable, and yet still she was a Queen.  A Queen of Hayllian blood, despite what her fair skin and amber eyes that never truly reached gold portrayed. Nero thought her weak and thin blooded. But she had done what was needed to protect Aurelius. She had succeeded in her task.

Rising from his chair, Nero spread his hands in an appeasing gesture. Yes. There had been a misunderstanding. This was not what she had offered, or agreed to. This... her thoughts we suddenly cut short as his hands struck out and seized her, bending her over again roughly. Her cheek once again pressed to the surface of the desk, but this time she felt his Craft tighten across her back and shoulders.

Struggling against the bands of Opal, she found them firm. Even if she possessed a Jewel dark enough to fight it, both Jewels were nearly drained with the amount of Craft she had been siphoning. She snarled like a trapped beast, believing they had outsmarted the trapper only to learn the truth of their folly.

He had made it clear he did not want her. Did not desire what she had to offer. But it didn't stop a cold chill of dread from shivering down her spine as he spoke of an object lesson.

Who else would he parade in to see her humiliated? Jupiter flashed before her. Knowing he was still in her mind, she quickly started to rifle through the images of all of her guards, each of their faces, giving no more importance to one than the next, not allowing...
 
Sudden, sharp pain radiated up her back and abdomen and tore a cry from her lips before she could think to stop herself. It didn't stop, didn't ease, instead it grew worse as her body tried to reject the intruding spear and was denied any peace. She whimpered, small pathetic sounds that she violently hated herself for. He leaned over her, his breath warm against her skin and she was immediately aware she would not get through this without being suddenly and thoroughly ill across his desk.
 
 She shut her eyes against his words, as if she could make them not true simply by wishing them so. "No, Nero, please. Not like this. Please..." She screamed as he slammed himself fully into her unwilling body, his hips hitting against her with a soft thud that was lost under the sound of her protests. She tried to breathe, tried to find her center and calm. She had been willing to let Endevar kill her. She knew how to endure pain.
 
But this was different. So terribly different. He was in her mind. There was no piece of her that was left to herself. She forced herself quiet, unwilling to allow him whatever sick joy he might get from her cries of pain. She let her mind wander, trying to find somewhere else she could hide, but he was there. He was everywhere inside her. Stinging tears filled her eyes and slowly fell, tracing  a line across the bridge of her nose and pooling beneath her on the Consul's desk.
 
She had thought she was humiliated before. This was far, far worse.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #20 on: Mar 15, 18, 04:33:49 PM »
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Yes, he was there. All around her, his scent permeating the desk beneath her and the body atop her. Inside of her, where he speared her so unkindly, taking satisfaction from her pain. In her mind, where his dark and ominous presence watched with no shred of shame or mercy while she reacted to his violation. Even in her spiritual well, where he extended his Craft to embrace her Jewels as though this was some nightmare version of her Virgin Night. He meant to hurt her, yet if she let herself fall too far into her pain and anguish, she might break herself and ruin her usefulness. At least, she might have if he hadn't bound her that way, with his Craft reinforcing her delicate chalice.

*You will feel this,* his voice promised her, even his psychic voice reminiscent of a viper's hiss. When she turned her mind away, seeking solace in distraction, he followed her there. If she succeeded in distracting herself even for a moment, he'd twist his hips or thrust harder against her, searching for a new stab of pain that would bring her back into the moment. *You will remember.*

He stood upright over her, though he took a handful of the hair at the back of her head as he moved. Pulling on it, he relaxed the bands of Craft enough to allow her back to arch, and forced her head up off of the desk. He could hear her sobs and screams better this way, and they served him well. He settled into a demanding rhythm of thrusts against her, though eventually her body would adapt to the invasion, and her mind would dull the pain of his assault. It would never feel good, but there was little he could do to keep the rhythm from eventually becoming bearable.... except to fuck her harder, maybe. He tried to do so. Eventually he released her hair and grabbed the edge of the desk near her head, so that he could pull against that hard surface when he slammed his hips against her body. Harder with every stroke, deeper, more angrily with every thrust. He wanted her to hurt, to feel how deeply she'd erred in trying to stand as his equal. The more she wept, the more she pleaded and screamed, the more aroused he grew. The only benefit to how much he pained her was that it got him off faster. Though it would still likely feel like an eternity to the savaged Queen, it was only a few moments before he broke his stride and began bucking pointedly and erratically against her. He groaned through gritted teeth for three or four strokes before one long, finishing drive into her body saw him spill his seed inside of her. His voice roared through his teeth, and then all at once all of the tension slacked out of him.

He remained there for a minute, still aroused, still hard inside of her, with his hands braced on the desk beside her hips. He breathed, his chest moving in deep pants, and he watched the Queen's naked back for a moment. He was torn, deeply. He wasn't finished with her. There was so much more he could reap from her. Yet Nero... Nero would not have gone even as far as he already had. He considered the situation, considered the changes this might inflict on the plans to come. It wasn't too far yet. He could stop now and send Sabine away, and he had enough leverage that he felt confident that he could keep her quiet and pliant. If he stopped now, this was an object lesson and nothing more, albeit a violently taboo one. Going any further, going where he desperately wanted to go would only make it obvious that this was not the Nero she'd known before. In fact it was possible that even the current violation would make her wonder more than he liked. Perhaps he ought to have her healed up, and take the memories from her mind. Perhaps he ought to make her believe it had gone no further than the humiliation in front of Aurelius.

Perhaps.

...and if he was going to alter her memories anyway...

It was decided, suddenly. His hand touched down at her back, and though she likely would not enjoy the touch, he pushed it soothingly up her spine. His Craft fed into her, Seduction spells weaving their way through her body more forcefully than they had before. He poured it on heavily, sparing his Opal and dipping into his Rose once he sensed the effect taking hold. He leaned forward over her, allowed his still-rigid cock to slip out of her body while he did so, and whispered against her ear.

"Beg me for more."

His eyes closed in a contented sigh, and the hand at her back slipped around her ribs and down between her legs. While more of his Seduction Craft still lashed itself through her body and spirit, he pushed his fingers into those damp folds of her sex. While he ground himself against her soft backside, he found her clit and began to stroke it between two fingers. His eyes closed and his mouth sank down to drink in the scent of her hair.

"Beg me for it, and maybe I'll show you what it's like to be filled by a true Hayllian.

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #21 on: Mar 19, 18, 04:01:49 PM »
There was nowhere to hide. All access to flee from her body cut off, Sabine struggled to deny him the sounds of her pain and failed repeatedly. It began as small whimpers and the occasional hiss when he found new purchase to impale her deeper still. The sounds blossomed into quiet sobs shot through with sharp cries. But when she fled to the deepest, most sacred places of her very Self and found him there as well, the slippery feel of his Craft coating even her Chalice, she knew he possessed her in totality.

Despair set in then. He would not even allow her to escape in her own breaking, to flee into pain and the possible breaking of her Jewels. By the time he lifted her from the desk with a harsh hand buried in her hair, she sobbed in truth. He pounded into her and she thought she might shatter beneath him, but of course the flesh does not break like glass. Slowly, the pain began to dull, her body finally granting her some respite under his thrusts. Soft whimper replaced the piercing cries, and she fought to catch her breath.

Even that was not to be granted her. His hand gripped the other end of the desk and he used that for leverage to slam fiercely into her body. This time she screamed without restraint. He had seized everything from her, following her ruthlessly at every path she chose to hold on to something other than the pain he forced upon her. The desk bit hard into her thighs with each thrust, her hip bones bruising as his weight bore down on her. She could barely feel it, so overshadowed by the searing pain deep within, the agony she feared would see her ripped in two. Even this fear he could see as nothing was allowed to be hers in that moment.

When she could find words she begged for him to stop. She lost all sense of time, all sense of everything except him.  When he finally finished, spilling his seed deep inside that forbidden passage, she sobbed even harder. It was done. It was over. She had felt it and she would remember. He had accomplished his goal. Her knees started to give and she rested her weight heavily against the desk, breathing hard.

Sabine flinched when his hand touched her back, but it was not accompanied by pain. She tried to relax her aching muscles but then she felt his Seduction Craft pour into her body. "No," she mewled, "Don't. No." Her objections were useless. She could feel the way her body began to crave, the way her nipples hardened against the desk and her cunt grew wet. Squeezing her eyes shut she tried futilely to shut it out but even her clit pulsed with need at the touch of his Craft.

He bid her to beg and her jaw clenched, refusing to yield. But then... but then his hand slid between her legs and he began to rub the throbbing pearl he found there. Her hips arched back against him, rocking against his hand, even as her tears flowed once again from hers eyes. She wouldn't beg. She wouldn't. She...

"Please." She hated herself. She was nothing more than a creature of basest instincts. Pain and pleasure. It was all she really knew. "Please, Nero." The word caught in her throat until she thought she would choke on it. It came out barely more than a whisper.

"More."





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #22 on: Mar 26, 18, 10:07:28 PM »
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She gave him just what he wanted. It was as though it was she inside his mind, skimming through those hidden thoughts, plucking free those dark desires. He wished to hear her scream and she screamed. He wished to feel her adjusting to his assault until naught but pitiful whimpers escaped her, and she obliged. When he chased her pain, he desired her renewed screams and she granted him those pained notes, her sobs and her trembling form and her wilting, incinerating resignation. He conquered her in every way that a person could be conquered, and then when he bid her beg for more, he felt her will bend beneath his own.

No, not bend.

Kneel.

Behind the disdainful face of Nero Augustus, Quinlan crowed in victory and ecstasy. For he had not compelled her to ask for more, though he would have done so, had it come to that. He had incited her body to lust, it was true, but he had not forced her mind to desire the feel of his weapon spearing her cunt. She was prey only to a ravenous desire, one that had unexpectedly trumped the pain of her bloodied ass. But a woman could be miserably aroused and deny a lover; Quinlan had seen it more times than anyone knew. Sabine, pride-barren slut that she was, did no such thing. She didn't even demand it. She didn't even just consent. She begged him for it, just as he'd asked.

Suddenly, he could see a different future splayed out before the Queen beneath him. There was something in her that he could mold. Something damp and malleable in her that he could drag into the light and shape, then harden into something stronger. Quinlan was suddenly overcome by the desire to break her down and build her back up again, to make something of her that he could take pride in, something resembling the Hayllian she should have been.

But she begged Nero, and he remembered his purpose. He hated his disguise just then, hated that he must pretend at being a man he was not. He wanted her to look upon his true face, to have one of his names on her lips when she begged for completion, for satisfaction, for salvation.

He released her. He stood upright, panting, and let her weight fall fully against the desk. His Craft continued to torment her, but her body was bereft of the weight of him against her and the hand that had been rousing her.

"Do you feel how worthless you are?" he asked her, but he couldn't keep himself away. He cupped his palms to her ass and reveled in the plump shape of it before pushing his hands up and around to her hips. They were his favorite part of women, sometimes, the hips that gave way to that gentle slope of a waistline. His palms rubbed up and down between her waist and her hips a few times, his own arousal strengthening still. He was hard as iron and hungry, but drawing this out was as much for his benefit as it was to torture Sabine. He leaned over her once more, pinned her hips bodily against the desk. His hands slid around to her front, over her ribs and to her breasts. He squeezed one in each palm, moaning softly into the hair on the back of her head. As he began to speak, he rolled her hardened nipples between his thumbs, pinching in undulating intensity. His cock lay heavy against her backside, a promise and threat at once.

"How easily you're led to beg to be degraded. To be used. You know you are unworthy. The Queen of Hayll is nothing more than a shell, a body. That is why you enjoy the pain. That is why you cannot resist the pleasure. They are the only things a mere body can truly know."

He pushed himself up, and dragged his hands back down her body.

"Name me Master, and I will give this worthless body what it craves."

One of his hands cupped her mons, hinting at the stimulation that could begin once more at any moment. His hand was near enough that she could try to grind against it, but he would not stroke her before she capitulated.

"Say it," he demanded, closing his eyes as he focused on the results of the Craft pouring through her body. He could taste her on the air, now. "Beg your Master for his cock, and I will grant you your purpose, you piteous wretch."

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #23 on: Apr 09, 18, 04:07:40 AM »
After the fierceness of his assault and the impossible weight of him upon her, she almost protested when he pulled away, suddenly empty and feeling so terribly vulnerable. She was open to anyone he might parade through his office, exhausted from enduring pain and humiliation both. The reservoirs of both her Jewels were dangerously low and there was no one safe, not Aurelius or Jupiter or even a random guard to bid her rest, to watch over her. No, instead there was Nero. Nero in her mind, shielding her Chalice from breaking, stripping her of the last shreds of dignity she had managed to maintain through his reign of control, slipping now to one of terror and retribution for the crimes of her birth.

Was there more she was guilty of? Guilt was not an emotion Sabine knew or understood. Regret, that she could feel. Regret she didn't kill him when he had first seized Aurelius, when she had allowed the last of her masks to fall and shown him the feral being that resided in her core, the ferocity of a Queen of the Blood without bonds of Protocol or tame politeness.

Then, as now, she had yielded to the threat to Aurelius, incapable of existing without the one who provided everything for her. It wasn't out of loyalty that she was so wildly dedicated to the man who had raised her, but rather of need. Fighting for Aurelius' life was the same as fighting for her own. She loved him in her way, whatever could be offered from a heart and mind such as hers, but little of that weighed into her desperation at the panic that rose at the idea of his loss. A selfish creature to the deepest parts of her being, and that, too, she faced without guilt.

She wasn't without Nero's presence for long, a sickening sense of relief flooding her as he touched her again. Her body betrayed  her, wanting what he offered, craving the pain and the degradation both. Her stomach rolled as his hands slid over her skin. The combination of his incessant Craft and his fingers pinching her nipples found her hips shifting to press back against him, the weight of him firm and warm against her throbbing ass. She wouldn't argue his words. Even if she had the will to do so, he was so terrifyingly right. Everywhere he touched was ablaze with need for more. She pressed and arched, whimpered and tried to grind against him, aching for some kind of relief.

Nero made her hate herself.

But it wasn't until he claimed her fully, commanding she name him Master, that her nausea finally won over her control. Bile filled her mouth as she bit down, refusing to give him whatever satisfaction or excuse for ire he might have for watching her vomit on his desk. No, instead she swallowed it back down, choking a bit as she did, shivering against the feel of it burning her throat twice over.

It was a foregone conclusion she would beg as he demanded. Her throat was slow to realize that as she opened her mouth and no sound came for a long moment. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried a second time. "Before you controlled me in name only. And now you do so in truth." Defeat resonated along each syllable. "Master," she had to choke back more bile before it rose again as she let the word pass her lips, "please. Please don't keep me in this state." Her body shook even as she tried to grind against his hand. "I'm begging you. Please."





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #24 on: Apr 12, 18, 07:09:07 PM »
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If he noticed the revulsion in her, he gave no sign of it. In truth, it mattered little to him. She didn't have to want him. She didn't have to like him. It only mattered that she obeyed him.

For now, at least.

Master, she said, and his chest filled with an exultant breath. Satisfaction tingled through him, nearly strong enough to make him dizzy. Nearly. His eyes closed and his head tipped back, and for just a pair of heartbeats he reveled in that feeling. That victory, however small and fleeting. It meant little to conquer a woman who loathed herself, but suddenly he could see a different future laid out ahead of him. Ahead of her. He'd dismissed her all this time, seeing her for nothing more than a puppet without innards, a pawn to be used by others less worthy than himself. But what if he changed that? What if he remade her into something greater?

Her begging interrupted his reverie, and he laid his hands once more on her hips, and leaned down to speak nearby her ear.

"Perhaps there is hope for you, yet," he whispered, almost fondly to her. One of his hands slid over her skin, around her hip to her sex, where it sank once more into the folds of her nethers. He began to gently and methodically stroke her clit, gradually increasing the pressure of his fingertips as they rubbed tight, unhurried circles around that aching pearl. "Perhaps there is a mind in there worth saving." He closed his eyes, drinking in the way she invaded all of his senses, from the smell of her hair to the sounds of her, the slick satin of her sex to the taste of her lust in the air. Her mind, as well, felt like it saturated his own, awash in both arousal and self-loathing to such a pure and unfiltered degree. He listened there as he guided his cock into her, slowly parting her body with a spear that felt as though it had been wrought of iron. He groaned softly against the back of her neck as she swallowed him an inch at a time, her body a furnace to both feed and consume his lust. He pushed himself steadily and slowly until he was wholly enveloped by her, and then rocked his hips to stir her even more deeply.

"Is this what you crave, you worthless whore?" he whispered to her, his tone oddly soft for the words he chose. He withdrew just a few inches, and rocked forward again. "To be filled and touched as a lover might?" He had no doubt what her answer would be, normally. Yet with his Craft coursing through her and his hand steadily trying to draw her towards release, he recognized the possibility that she might surprise him. "Does it ease that ache within you, whore? Or does it offend you to be touched as though you deserve kindness?" His hand paused its work between her thighs, refusing to push her completely over that edge for the moment. "Can you even understand pleasure now, without pain?"

His lip curled in a silent snarl, and his hands latched suddenly to her hips in a hard grip. He pulled her back roughly against his hips, bucking forward as he did so to slam himself unkindly into her. He pushed her almost completely off of himself, and then thrust hard into her again. And again. And again. Arms tensed with effort, sweat rising damp on his brow, he began to fuck her in earnest, not waiting for her answer before setting himself into a bruising rhythm of hard and fast strokes that filled the office with the sound of skin slapping skin. He continued that way for a moment or so, and then leaned forward over her more fully. With her pinned once more against the desk by the thighs, Quinlan set his hands to trapping her arms. He folded them behind her back, and used them as a bridle to pull her shoulders up off of the desk. He arched her backwards, pitting more pressure against every strike of his cock inside of her.

"Come for me, whore," he growled, one hand releasing her arms so that he could take a handful of her hair and use it to wrench her head back further. "Come for me because you're good for nothing else."

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #25 on: Apr 16, 18, 08:45:24 PM »
There was no perceptive flinch when he laid his hands back on her hips, merely the sharp recoil to her soul. Nero infused every aspect of her, granting her no peace. Escape was a dream smashed, a solace rent from her in the most intimate of ways. Her Chalice was bathed in his Craft, strengthened such that no matter how far she would plunge in despair she would rise from this whole. Even madness could not be offered as a path through. Sabine was forced to remain present in the moment, each caress threatening to have her attempt to claw her way out of her own body.

Warm breath washed across her ear, and his tone, so close to something that might resemble affection on another's lips, caused her to shiver uncontrollably. Perhaps the only thing worse than Nero's indifference was his fondness. Lust filled moans escaped her mouth the moment he began to massage the throbbing nub between her thighs. Desire spiked painfully in her, the piercing edges of his Craft sinking in to snare her even more thoroughly as her own lust unleashed itself within her body in a deafening roar.

There was nothing else she could think or feel. Just need.  He had driven her to this, unfurling her even last bit of control with a steady patience she had not prepared for. Even when she had offered him her body, she had done it with the intent to retain some control, some presence of herself. But this... she was as he named her. A body screaming with need to be fulfilled no matter how it was accomplished, willing to act in whatever manner satiated it no matter the emotional maelstrom the mind within endured.

His voice slithered over her body, urging her to answer him. Her eyes shut tightly, teeth gritting as if somehow that motion would stop her from speaking. Even if it might, it wouldn't stop her thinking. Nero was buried so deeply inside her body and mind both, he would know. He would know even if she bit off her own tongue and spat it out on his desk, refusing to voice another syllable ever again. Without her ability to hide in her lies, she was barely even herself anymore.

Sabine cried out in protest when his hand stilled, refusing to grant her release. "No," she finally offered. "No. It's not enough. More. Please." She whimpered pathetically, a slave to both his lust and her own. Disgusted with herself for being such a weak creature, holding within her as much spine as a jellyfish for all that she could protest, yet lacking even that creature's sting.

Hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and he slammed himself into her. Her tight passage yielded to his assault. Unsure what to expect when he pinned her, the wrenching pain in her shoulders soon revealed his intent as he pinned her arms and drew her roughly upwards. Sounds somewhere between pleasure and pain were torn from her throat as he bowed her back at an agonizing angle.

Warmth began to spread through her body as he hurt her, blurring the lines of sensation until she couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. He commanded her to cum for him and she did, screaming out her release as liquid heat spilled over his cock. Her knees might have given out if he didn't have such a firm hold of her, pinning her and using her body against her with skill she hadn't known he possessed. Her hate for him in that moment was eclipsed only by her hate for herself as loathing settled into the dark pit of her stomach.

She wanted it to stop, but she knew it wouldn't. Not until he decided it was time. Even after her release, his Craft was merciless in driving her body, and it wasn't long before her physical form betrayed her yet again and left her gasping from his unrelenting use of her.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #26 on: May 20, 18, 12:58:40 PM »
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Sabine obeyed him once more, and soon bathed his invading cock in the fires of her release. The spasming of her body, paired with the unrestrained scream that tore from her as she released worked in tandem to bring the false Consul near to the edge himself. The Queen of Hayll was proving a more satisfying morsel than he'd predicted, and as eager to release as he was, he did not want the moment to end.

But... patience, in all things. There was a time and a place for things, and some plans would be sullied and cheapened by a lack of forethought. The road he was now intent on traveling in regards to Sabine was entirely new, and not something for which he'd planned before this day. He needed time to consider it, to press it from all angles and test it for weaknesses and facets he hadn't yet considered. Surely there were some, as he knew better than to trust a mind addled by lust to see everything it needed to see, even his own.

So he pulled out of the Queen and released her, only to tug her by the shoulders so that she would slide off of the desk and land on her knees on the floor before it.

"Sit up, face me," he gasped, and though he expected her to comply, he was more than willing to force her to do so if she wasn't quick enough. He stroked his cock furiously with his free hand while he did so, and then stood to his full height and glared down at her.

"You are not yet worthy to receive the seed of a true Hayllian in your womb," he grunted, teeth gnashing as he neared release. "Look at me," he growled through his teeth, demanding her gaze. "I want to see those hideous eyes. I want to see y--ahh, AHH!" His jaw dropped open as his hips lurched forward. His hand continued that frenzied pumping and he came amid sputtering shouts, spurts of warm seed shooting in thick, dripping strands over her face and chest. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he did so, not wanting to miss a second of the sight of her being painted in his release. At last, after the fourth or fifth jet of cum had disgraced her naked flesh, his hand slowed to something far more gentle, and the tension bled out of his body. He stood there for a moment, panting softly and simply watching her, etching the sight of her into his mind. He listened to her mind as well, drinking in all the secret little thoughts he shouldn't be privy to.

"Leave it," he commanded her, his breath still weighted by exertion. "It suits you better than any ridiculous jewelry that's been slapped on you," he said, derision edging the words towards a soft snarl. "Come here." He moved back around to the other side of the desk, putting his cock away and closing up his robes as he did so. He took his place in his chair, and gestured for her to move to his side. "Sit here, on your knees," he said, gesturing to the place beside his chair. He sat there in silence for a moment, enjoying the sight of her.

"Imagine a world where you didn't have to think, anymore," he said, after that pause. "Where you didn't have to worry about making the wrong decisions, running the wrong gambit, taking the wrong step. Hayll is merciless for someone like you, Sabine. You have them all fooled, but you know and I, we know the truth, don't we?You're not like them. Not really. You never have been. But that's alright," he said, leaning over enough that he could touch a hand to the top of her head. It was an almost fatherly gesture, the way he petted her then. "I'm not like them either."

He contemplated her for a pause in silence, wherein he wrestled with the temptation to abuse her further. In the end, though, he understood the need for patience.

"Go and clean yourself up. Take your clothes with you, and make yourself presentable again," he said, nodding towards the door to the washroom connected to the office. "Leave your Jewels here on the desk while you do that. You may have them back when you return."

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #27 on: Jun 02, 18, 12:51:59 AM »
Sabine growled when Nero pulled himself from her body. The pain had long since dulled, or been so intertwined with the pleasure of the orgasms he forced upon her that she couldn't tell the difference any longer. Even in that moment, feeling disgusted with herself and weak hatred toward Nero, she couldn't help but be aware and slightly impressed with the vicious skill of her captor. The thought made her shut her eyes tight. That's what he was, after all. Her captor.  She had just been too stupid to understand it before.

Five years without touching her or claiming her body had offered her a false sense of security. Perhaps that had been his plan all along. If so, he was an even more brilliant sadist than she had learned today.

He pulled her from the desk and she hit her knees hard on his office floor. Sabine's shoulders slumped forward, her overly pale hair falling forward over her bruised shoulders. Was there any part of her that wasn't bruised? Maybe the sole of her foot. She tried not to think the thought too loudly. Nero was still in her mind. If she revealed an unmarked spot, he might seek to change that.

He bid her sit up and she responded without thought, obeying his words as if her body had its own will separate from her own. Well. Her body had already betrayed her cumming all over his cock. It's not like further betrayals should come as a surprise. Tilting her chin up to look up at him, she held his gaze as he stroked his cock furiously. Swaying on her knees from everything her body had endured, she fought not to pull back away from him. She stayed, close to his body, and when he came, he covered her in his seed. It hit her cheek, her forehead, the corner of her lip. It spilled across her chest and breasts. Even when she felt it sting her eye, she refused to look away, holding his gaze like it was some sort of protest.

That made no sense. He wanted her to look at him. Wanted her to... "Leave it." Her hand darted away from her face where she had been about to wipe some of his cum away. She tried to find some sense of self. Something within her that was hers and not him. But each new thought was only another offering to him, another memory or emotion she handed directly to Nero to use against her as he chose.

A stray annoyance slipped through her mind. She was worthy of Hayllian seed in her womb and she would prove it.

She tried to rise and winced. Instead she crawled, brought low by his use of her in more ways than one. Kneeling at his side felt almost like a relief. She could just sit and look up at him. He was telling her that she didn't need to think anymore. That she didn't need to worry. In that moment, it sounded wonderful. 

It wasn't until she unclasped the chain from her neck and lay it on his desk that she saw the splash of his seed across her Purple Dusk Jewel. She stared at it for a long moment, understanding on some deeper level the symbolism that beat against her at the sight. He was still wrapped around her Chalice, keeping her whole and able to endure what he chose to destroy without cracking that most inner sanctum.

Finally she rose to her feet, slipping her Rose ring off her finger and setting it next to her necklace. He wouldn't break them. Not after he had gone to such trouble to ensure she remained intact. Sabine gathered her clothes and then retreated to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind her, she hit her knees again before the toilet, vomiting up everything in her system until she was spitting out nothing but stomach bile. She stood then, staring at her reflection. Nero's cum had dried sticky on her face. It took longer than if she had been able to clean it away, but the scrubbing of her skin was soothing. Maybe if she scrubbed hard enough, there would be nothing left for Nero to want of her.

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, she was clean and set to right. Even her hair had been fixed and pinned back from her eyes. Her vanity would allow no less. The Queen of Hayll stepped forward until she once again was at his side, kneeling without the need to be told. Release me, she thought. But even as she did, she knew it was too late. The Consul had claimed her in a way that would be difficult to undo.

And Sabine had the aching suspicion that he had no intent of doing any such thing.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #28 on: Jun 04, 18, 09:11:48 AM »
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He watched as the Queen of Hayll rose from her knees and obeyed him, depositing her Jewels on his desk before removing herself to the washroom. For a moment he stared at the closed door as though he could see through it, and listened to her movements. She retched and then cleaned herself, and while she did so, his mind worked.

It was terribly difficult to make himself leave her alone, now. There was more he wanted to see of her, more he wanted to build out of the mess of raw material she was. This had been an unplanned divergence from his path, however, and he understood the wisdom in taking time to reconsider his course in light of this development. There was room for it, he was certain, but he needed time to consult the webs and to ensure it wasn't going to complicate his true purpose here. He'd taxed his well of power more aggressively than he'd planned to do, as well, and rest would benefit him before he continued any further.

He picked up Sabine's pendant as he considered her Jewels next. It was not a rare thing for him to touch someone else's Jewels; this was not his first foray into the domination of others. But he understood that it was a rare thing in general, that it was unusual for one Blood to trust another enough to allow them to hold their Jewels in their hands. He rubbed his thumb over the shining face of her Purple Dusk, imagining it to be another kind of violation of her. It was tempting to leave the proof of his deed staining it while she put it back on and wore it out of here. He liked that thought very much, in fact. But it was too great a risk for a man who so highly valued the control of information about himself, and so he expended a little more power to bathe the exterior of the Jewel in a cleansing heat.

He was still holding her Offering when she emerged, though the thoughtful contemplation he seemed to be giving it flicked over towards her instead when she returned. He watched her in silence while she moved like a ghost to his side and sank to her knees without being told to do so. If she hadn't sated him so thoroughly and so recently, the gesture might've hardened him again right then. He knew better than to think she'd done it for his benefit, but the privilege of his position allowed him to look at it through that lens anyway, just because it pleased him to do so.

"Well done," he said quietly, looking over the details of her presentation. She looked to him as she always did, well enough that he believed none would know what she'd endured. He picked up her ring from his desk, and then reached towards her to offer it and her pendant back to her. While she put her Jewels back on, he studied her and debated something silently.

"You're not going to share what's happened here with anyone," he told her, as though deciding her will on the matter. He'd considered compelling her to that effect, but decided against it. "Because if you do, I will know, and I will be displeased. Do you need to be convinced of what I would do to your precious Aurelius if you displease me that way?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm and even. "And not only him. Should I feel the need, I would climb through every memory in that head of yours and seek out every rare thing you've ever felt anything more than indifference towards, and I will systematically destroy each and every person, place, and thing that means anything to you. Do you doubt this?"

He waited for her answer before continuing.

"On the other hand, if I am pleased by your discretion and your obedience, I would consider having the memory of what he saw today removed from Aurelius' mind entirely. All the grief and impotent rage he now suffers would be wiped away. Is that something you desire?"

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #29 on: Jun 04, 18, 06:50:08 PM »
As she walked to his side, his fingers stroked over her Jewel and her muscles tightened. Pain flared through her body when they did, her eyes closing suddenly as she breathed through it. She would be sore for sometime if he did not permit her to see a Healer. Was that his intention? Or did he want all evidence of himself washed away from her, ensuring no one knew the way in which the relationship between the Queen of Hayll and Hayll's Consul had shifted.

She knelt, feeling his eyes on her. Her heart soared when he offered her his praise, followed swiftly by self loathing for desiring his approval. It didn't matter that she disgusted herself with her need for his recognition that she was being good, that she was pleasing him in some way. Sabine offered a whispered "Thank you," when he returned her Jewels to her, first her Rose, which she slipped on her finger, then her Purple Dusk. She dipped her head forward to secure the clasp behind her neck before looking back up at him, her clean Purple Dusk glimmering against her freshly washed skin.

He told her no one was to know, and she simply nodded. It wasn't a surprise he wanted to keep things between them private. The threat of his displeasure was enough for her forehead to crease, betraying her desire to remain a blank mask to him. She had extended too much Craft already. She had the barest of her masks in place, just enough to keep the feral being at the core of her nature tucked away.

"No," she whispered softly. She did not need to be convinced. Nero was capable of so much. Even more than she had realized. She knew the cost of his displeasure would be too high to pay. But just to be sure, he told her what he would do anyway.

Bastard.

It was as if his very words summoned the things most treasured to her mind. Aurelius. Jupiter. Her piano. The jewels that her Maestro had given her throughout the years, each piece marking an accomplishment in her life. Her Jewels. Her correspondence with the exiled Pruulian Queen. Her horse and the saddle Saiph had gifted her. She even flicked to Gabriel, but that was further away. He didn't mean to her what Jupiter did, and if he had his way, she would die a slow, painful death. She felt she deserved as much, but that was immaterial to the Black Jeweled Eyrien.

So few things to show for a life spanning over 200 years, and yet, it was more than she had ever had before. Despite her resistance, there were those who had come to matter. Maybe she needed them more than she loved them, but it was really all the same to Queen on her knees.

There was nothing she could hide from Nero, and so finally she stopped trying. Raising her chin emphasized the sharp line of her jaw. "No. I do not doubt you." She paused for a moment and then added, "Master."

Nero's next offer brought a brilliant light to the dull orbs that were her eyes. "Yes, yes I desire that very much." Her lips didn't quite curve into a smile, but her expression changed as she looked at him. He held the ability to undo what had been done to Aurelius. She would be worthy. She would free Aurelius from his pain.

"Master?" The word sat ill on her lips, but she forced it forward with as much respect and deference as she could muster. "May I ask two questions, please?" She waited for him to grant her permission. When he did, she let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "My first question is whether you would like me to see the Healer or heal naturally. My second is what you would like me to say if I am asked something concerning you. Such as, if I do see the Healer, or if one of my Guards asks about the time I spend with you."

Jupiter hadn't exactly asked, but he had made enough snide comments that Sabine thought it was likely inevitable he would confront her about it at some point. Somehow, the Green Jeweled Warlord Prince knew that there was something else between the Queen and the Consul than just politics. If she intended to protect him better than she had Aurelius, she needed to make sure he didn't find out.





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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #30 on: Jun 05, 18, 12:03:28 PM »
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Master, she called him, without being prompted to do so. It surprised him, though he did not show it in any obvious manner. He did regard her more intently for a moment, as though deciding something, but a discerning eye would reveal that her submission had quietly pleased him.

She repeated it, asking permission to make two queries, and he simply nodded to allow her to proceed. The longer she knelt there in deference to him, the more difficult it was for him to stick to his decision to let her leave now, rather than working further with her. He knew it would be detrimental in the long run, though, and he had other means of slaking the base lust that was rising once more within him. As much as grabbing fistfuls of that perfectly re-styled hair and shoving his cock down her throat would please him, there would be time for such indulgences later.

"Your guards have no business with such questions," he told her, while he sat up and looked to his desk. He called in an old, ornate wooden box there to set atop it, and opened it long enough to retrieve a small bottle from within it. There were a number of other bottles and vials therein, different shapes and sizes and colors. There was only a glimpse of the assortment before the lid was closed again, and he turned back towards Sabine. He handed her the bottle. Once she drank its contents, he would return the empty bottle to the box while he spoke, and then vanish the box again.

"You are the crowned Queen of Hayll. I am the Consul of the Senate. It is only natural that we should have much to discuss, if this arrangement were a mundane one. I believe we are both aware of how adept you can be at deceiving people when motivated, little one. If you insist on entertaining stupid questions from your men, then it is upon you to give them answers they will accept. Tell them we are entertaining a tryst, if you like, or that there are new concerns with the uprising of the slaves. It matters not to me, so long as they believe you are here of your own volition. In case it needs to be said, you do not want them coming to me hoping for some sort of heroic confrontation, and you will be unable to stop them if you allow them to sense any distress about the matter on your part. Now," he said, pausing with a sigh.

"Up." He watched her find her feet, and once more was nearly overcome with the urge to assault her all over again. He studied her with a great deal more focus and sharpness than he had when she'd first entered his office earlier. "You may leave. Return to your rooms and remain there until I send for you."

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Re: Have More Than Thou Showest
« Reply #31 on: Jun 06, 18, 01:23:20 AM »
He didn't answer her question about the Healer, instead calling in a box that appeared to contain more small bottles like the one he took out and handed to her. She swallowed it without question, letting the thick liquid coat her tongue before flowing down her throat. She didn't hesitate. It could have been poison and she would have drank it down, sealing her death as it gripped her system. But it wasn't. She knew it wasn't.

Not just because Nero had so many more reasons to keep her alive than dead, or because she was raw and open, easily suggestable in her current state. Even as drained as she was, she could see that he was looking at her differently now. Sabine didn't know what that meant exactly. But she did understand that something had changed between them, a shifting of the type of chess piece she was in his game.

She nodded when he spoke of her guards. There was nothing else to do or say. She would need to make Jupiter understand that this was a topic not up for discussion. He called her little one and something shifted inside her, the last bits of resistance settling low in her belly not soon to rise again.

When he dismissed her, she rose to her feet, pausing for only a moment when her muscles screamed out in protest of the movement. He didn't speak of Aurelius again, and she didn't ask. She could imagine the anguished rage he was in at this moment, his mind spinning downwards with thoughts of his Queen and protege enduring the darkest of the Consul's desires. She would let him know with the soft brush of her mind that she was okay when she returned to her room, but she could not rid him of the image of her spreading herself wide for Nero while bent over his desk. Only Nero had the power to do that, and his willingness to offer such relief could be found only in her obedience.

Sabine took several deep breaths and let what masks she could slide back into place. Soon, the Queen that stood before him looked almost as she normally did. Disinterested, cold, distant. She had come to fight for Gabriel's rights and was leaving what few of her own she had once held behind her in her wake. "Until then," she said, and strode from the room, forcing her steps to be slow and steady, promising herself she would not break into a run as soon as the door closed behind her.





 

 

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