Dalith moved toward Buffy's rooms. He had to step over Musette as she scrubbed the floors; her face dirty and haggard. He grinned knowingly. "I like the new look, Musette; it suites you."
Musette didn't raise her head only mumbled softly. "Oui, Monsieur Dalith."
Dalith was laughing as he walked into Buffy's beautiful bedroom. "Mother, you're a fast worker. I love Musette's hair, very humbling, I'm guessing."
Buffy ran to his arms hugging him close. "Yes, she needed to learn some manners. I'm afraid Belle spoiled her terribly. What possessed her to change one so young, Dalith? You know how I feel about that. Why are my two youngest behaving so badly? Oh, well, they'll straighten out soon. Now, tell me about the flight, I'm going to have to put cameras in the plane." Dalith pulled out a cassette. "You're so smart, let's see, let's see." Buffy bounced on the bed like a little girl.
Sliding the tape into the VCR, they watched Jean-Claude snap at Anita then move into the bedroom. "Ooh, he's as yummy to look as he is to taste. I have to hand it to Belle, her children are always beautiful. Mmm and properly trained." Buffy stared at Jean-Claude, Asher and herself in so many varied positions. "How she could let that beautiful boy wither, not bothering to fix him is a wonder to me." Her eyes went back to the screen, watching Anita storm into the room. Buffy started laughing at the dark-haired woman's jealousy and rage.
"She didn't even notice the two sets of fangs. She's quite self-involved isn't she? Let's see how she does when there's no one left for her to turn to. Mmm, I know she has the arduer; she hasn't outgrown her prudish ways. I'll have to work on that. Yes, my little Twist will be avenged, gloriously. I'm going to have so much fun, my Dragon." Buffy kissed him lovingly. Her hands brushed through his flame colored hair. "I better get ready for my guests. I wouldn't want to disappoint them."
Everyone dressed with care for the coming audience with the Mother of Darkness. Jean-Claude created a beautiful contrast with his normal leather and silk, choosing a shimmering blue reminiscent of a winter night against the black leather. The colors complimented his masculine beauty perfectly. Asher followed his wardrobe choices, with warm chocolate that gave his newly flawless skin a warm glow. His proudly showed his upper body by leaving it bare and had pulled his hair back from his exquisite face.
"You look beautiful, Mon Chardonnet," Jean-Claude smiled at his lover. He stepped next to Asher gently caressing his cheek, letting him know how proud he felt of his new self-confidence.
Anita walked, sullen faced as she tugged at her miniscule leather dress. When she pulled at the bottom, the top fell below decent levels. "Jean-Claude, there isn't enough of this dress," she growled.
"No, there is just the right amount. The others must hurry, we cannot be late." Jean-Claude told her coldly.
Anita's back stiffened; she had expected an apology. She didn't expect him to treat her as if he was the wronged party. Before she could say anything, a withdrawn and angry Richard joined them followed by the others.
Dalith approached them looking like a conquering emperor dressed in green leather so dark it appeared black. It suited his coloring perfectly. "She's ready for you, follow me." He ordered, turning around to walk back the way he came.
The further they walked the more opulent the furnishings became. Large tapestries and portraits graced the walls. Oriental rugs on the floor and the fixtures gleamed golden in the lights as crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings. Dalith stopped at two huge doors that seemed to stretch on forever. He easily opened them and Anita noticed that the doors were at least two feet thick. They walked into a round room, noticing opulent chairs lined up along the outer edges. They seemed insignificant when compared to the large black throne that sat in the middle. They could only see a glimmer of color, but not who sat upon it. The room stretched out forever. Dalith left them standing at its center as he went to stand before Buffy, giving her a conspiratol smile. Mother is scaring them with waking dreams. This certainly will be entertaining.
Anita felt as if she had walked forever in her four-inch heels. She tried to make out the person or being that sat on the huge black throne but couldn't see anything. Suddenly she stepped back, Richard caught her. "Do you see that? It isn't just me right?" Anita's voice shook. She looked up at Richard, only to see him caught in a trance. Looking around, she found everyone frozen except her. She turned back to the throne. The black marble dragon perched at its back started moving its wings and flashing its teeth. A flame shot from its mouth causing Anita to duck out of the way. The fire skimmed over her skin leaving a large burn hole in her dress. She watched the hole grow until it left her nude, then she felt something binding her hands and legs to the floor. Looking up, the men in her life each held a limb - Jean-Claude, Asher, Micah and...Richard.
"What are you doing?" Anita struggled against them. A naked Shang-da moved between her thighs, his sex appearing huge as it stood hard and ready. "No! Let me go, somebody, please, help me."
"No one will help you, Executioner. You always take from the pack, and it's time for you to pay." He hovered over her, larger than life. The men willingly held her, while he had his way with her.
"No, stop it." She pulled desperately on the Marks. The additional strength that she had taken for granted didn't respond to her call. She used every ounce of her strength in an effort get away. They were simply too strong.
"I heard you let cat come scratching at your backdoor. Let's see how it compares to wolf," he growled, giving her a wolfish grin as he slammed into her unprepared body.
Anita screamed as she arched in pain, twisting her head side to side. Shaking the tears away, she bit her cheek determined to fight the pain. It seemed like it would never end. She couldn't even begin to understand what was happening. The people she trusted the most had betrayed her in the worst way. They ignored her cries for help, even going so far as to help her attacker as he raped her.
"Anita, what's wrong with you?" Richard whispered urgently.
She turned to him, looked down at herself, and then out at the room. It wasn't real, just another nightmare. "I'm fine, Richard, thanks." I don't know who's doing this, but when I find out, I'm going to kill them.
Buffy smiled to herself. You can try, bitch, you can try.
"Welcome to my home." Her voice filled the room filled as her vanilla scent embraced them in a tantalizing caress. "Jean-Claude, please come forward."
A small hand emerged from the dark, the fingers curled inward. Jean-Claude floated forward connected to an invisible tether that only she controlled. Hanging directly above her, he finally saw his ghost lover's face and caught his breath at its otherwordliness. She's a goddess. Midnight blue eyes went from one feature to the next. The floating golden hair that surrounded smoky hazel eyes, sun kissed skin and a perfectly formed tiny body. Full, ripe breasts, nearly too large for her petite frame led to the tiniest waist he had ever seen, which flared out softly to slender hips and seemingly endless legs. Muscles played lightly under golden flesh when she leaned forward on her throne. She wore strips of a diaphanous white material, through which Jean-Claude could see her nipples. His hand reached out on its own for the bounty before him. Buffy didn't stop him, allowing him to weigh her breast in his hand, while his thumb caressed her nipple until it tightened to a hard point. She pulled him from the air to softly land beside her.
"Come, Jean-Claude, let me welcome you properly." She pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Sitting back, she gave him a slow sensual smile. "Welcome ma amour, I've been waiting to taste you properly. Now, take me to your people so that I can put faces with names."
A small diaphanous cloth fell to cover her hips at mid-thigh as she stood. When she walked, her nude body glowed under the sheer cloth. Mon Dieu, she wears clouds for clothes. How am I to make it through this meeting?
Buffy linked her arm through his as she walked beside him. A living flame burst from her other hand, reveling her to the audience. Their gasps of awe brought a smile to her lips. She stopped a foot from the St. Louis contingent, before sending her power crashing over them. Everyone, with the exception of Jean-Claude, fell to their knees.
Buffy laughed so hard she had to lean on Jean-Claude. "Much easier than orders and silly power struggles, don't you agree Mon aimé?"
Her laughter was infectious and he couldn't help but smile. "Oui, Mother."
"Call me, Buffy, after all, we aren't meeting for the first time. We're much more than Master and servant, Mon amour."
"Oui, Buffy." The name rolled off his tongue, the way only a Frenchman could say a name, like a caress. In this case, it was meant as one.
Anita glared at her lover, acting like a lovesick puppy. The Mother of Darkness looked like a cheerleader, how bad could she really be?
"Please introduce us, Jean-Claude."
He escorted her down each row, introducing each person. They smiled as she passed onto the next person, except Anita. Anita found herself frozen with fear.
I can hear your every thought, Executioner. Every prayer, every fear. You may thank your Master for that. As he may thank you for handing him to me on a silver platter. What a delicious time I'll have with him. While he's here, if you touch him, someone will die. Your choice, ma petite. Tell me Anita, do you have what it takes to play the game with another woman. There's no one sniffing at your heels now, just you and me. Are you woman enough to hold him, without touching him?
Buffy walked onto Micah who stood beside Anita. Anita heard their low voices as they talked followed by Buffy's throaty laugh. Shivers raced down her spine. What does she have planned for us, for me?
Everyone went back to their rooms to sleep for the day. Anita, thankfully, didn't dream and got some much needed sleep. Her eyes popped open when she heard someone enter the room. They smelled of the pard as they climbed into the bed and snuggled next to her side. The very feminine shape told her that it was Cherry. Anita sighed, adjusting to the new bed mate as she fell back to sleep.
She woke the next morning to find herself alone in the bed with Cherry when the arduer hit her hard and fast. Her eyes searched for Micah frantically as it flared out in the room. A hand expertly wandered over her body. She relaxed, closing her eyes, letting the arduer have its way with her. Micah, Micah was here to take care of her. He captured her large large breast in his mouth, nipping it with his sharp teeth. She moaned as her need became greater. His touch gave her some of the much needed release that her body needed. Anita's hips thrust up, demanding more from her lover. More was what she got, she felt a strange fullness inside as it moved, touching her, unlike anything she had ever felt. She neck arched back as she screamed when the orgasm hit. Needing blood, she bit into Cherry, guzzling on the sweet heady taste. She couldn't get enough; she bit, licked and gnawed on the wereleopard's flesh. Waves of pleasure flooded her body as Micah sucked the juices from her dripping core.
"Wow, Anita, no wonder everyone wants to fuck you. You're great," Cherry gushed.
Anita opened her eyes to find Cherry's hips wrapped around her head. The delicious 'blood' from her passionate memories, was in fact her eating Cherry out. Shock hit her at the same time Cherry again caused her to feel that wonderful fullness. Her hips arched up off the bed. The arduer flared to life again. It should be satisfied. What is happening? Oh, oh, yes.
"Cherry, Cherry what're you doing? It feels so strange, so full, so good."
Anita's head lolled from side to side. Cherry nuzzled her clit then bit into the swollen bundle of nerves. "Ah!" Anita screamed, her hips pistoning now. "More, more." Looking down at Cherry, who knelt between her thighs, the were had her entire fist inside, moving it as she worked Anita to a frenzy. "What, ah, ah, yes!" Anita came harder than she could ever remember, her body shuddered in the aftermath. Cherry slowly removed her hand from Anita's womb. Staring into her Nimir-Ra's eyes, she licked her hand like the cat she was. Anita watched mesmerized by the sleek movements of the tall, lithe, blonde who was now nibbling her way up her body. She tickled Anita's belly with her tongue, she laved her nipples as she expertly caressed them. Cherry stopped directly above Anita as she bent down taking her mouth to share her bounty. Anita tasted herself on the other woman's lips and tongue. Cherry's clit sat directly on top of Anita's as she began to move, simulating a man as she rode Anita's body to another orgasm. This time as she peaked, Cherry offered a firm breast for her to slake her blood thirst. Anita willingly bit into the flesh offered, sucking greedily on the nipple.
The door crashed open as Micah, Nathaniel, Jason, Richard, Damian and Jean-Claude broke into the room. "Anita!" Micah shouted, rushing into the room. He stopped short at what he saw, Anita and Cherry together in bed.
"Alright Anita, woo hoo." Zane crowed from the doorway. "Can I join in, I mean is everyone in the pard is getting a taste now." His eyebrows waggled as his eyes wandered over her nude body.
Anita's eyes came into focus and realized she wasn't dreaming; this was real. She still had Cherry's breast in her mouth. She opened her jaw to release it. She looked over to see everyone standing in the doorway staring at her. Anita pulled the cover up; Cherry just snuggled up to her side. "What's happening?" She asked, looking at Micah for answers.
"That's what we want to know. Micah went to get a drink and the door wouldn't open. Look, it's locked from the inside. I'm out of here; she's obviously not in trouble. She just found someone new to fuck." Richard stormed from the room.
"Jean-Claude, I thought it was a dream. The dreams, someone's doing this to me. Please, you know me, you understand," Anita pleaded.
"Ma petite, have a care there are others feelings to consider as well." He cautioned her, his eyes tried to warn her.
Cherry turned away from Anita as if she had slapped her. Slipping from the bed, she ran from the room. "Cherry, wait! Damn it, I'm not good at this shit."
"No, Anita, you aren't. No matter how this happened, it did. As her Nimir-ra, you should've protected her feelings above your own," Micah said in a voice she had never heard from him before. He walked out to find the brokenhearted wereleopard with the entire pard following him.
Damian quietly stared at Anita as if seeing her for the first time. He stepped out of the room to guard the hallway.
"Jean-Claude," she started to go after him.
"I think it best, ma petite, if you say nothing. We're all under stress here, but I think most expected better from you."
"And you, Jean-Claude, what do you expect? What do you want from me?"
"To tell you the truth, ma petite, I'm no longer sure what the answer is than you." He left the room, leaving only Asher and Jason behind.
"Aren't you two going to bitch at me too? Be disappointed and leave like the rest?"
"He was right, Anita, you do need to grow up. This isn't all about you. When will you understand that?" Asher went to join his lover.
Jason quietly shut the door, crawling onto the bed with Anita. She curled her body into his as tears fell down her cheeks. "It's okay, Anita, I'm here for you. I'm always here."
"Thank you, Jason. I don't think I could handle being alone right now."
Above her head, Jason gave a very uncharacteristic smile; it was Buffy's smile. "Hush now, here let me help you forget." Jason captured her lips, causing Anita to moan as pleasure rushed through her body. She pushed the covers away almost shredding Jason's clothes. "Slow down, Anita, we have time to enjoy it."
"Can't, want you, need you inside me now."
"Where do you want me, Anita, tell me."
"In me, put you dick in me anywhere, everywhere. I don't care just fuck me, now!" Anita's body felt like it was on fire. Every single nerve ending seemed alive, sensitive to the slightest touch.
Jason grinned down at her, rolling her onto her stomach. "As you command, madam." He growled low in her ear. Holding her breast for purchase, Jason slammed into her dripping core. Anita screamed as her body exploded. "Do you want more? You said anywhere, everywhere, anything, did you mean it?"
"Yes, yes, just don't stop." She begged as the arduer pushed her body on demanding its release.
He picked her up and he leaned back on his haunches. Jason began to move her body up and down. Using his powerful arms to slam her down hard onto his pelvic bone. It sent a shock of pain and pleasure straight to her center. "Do you like that?"
"Yes." Anita could barely gasp out her answer.
"Play with your breasts, Anita. Pinch them, pull on them until they hurt to touch."
Her hands grabbed the large brown nipples, pulling them into long cones. She tortured them until she cried out again. "That's right, there's pleasure in the pain. Now, play with yourself make yourself come this time," he ordered harshly. Pulling out completely, he lay back on the bed to watch her. When she was ready to come, he bit into a soar nipple while he squeezed painfully on the other one. Again the over stimulation so close together caused overloaded her body.
"Mmm, you're so responsive, Anita. Who would ever guess you had it in you. You always dominated all of us. Now pull your thighs up to your chest." His voice was soft and soothing.
Anita did so without protest, without thought. Jason positioned himself at her tight rosette, gazing into her eyes the entire time. As first she stiffened, then it was as if the arduer concentrated in one place, wanting to be filled, to be satisfied here in this way. Anita's body relaxed, her hips curved upward in invitation. Jason grinned, then laughed huskily as he pushed into her. When the laugh hit her, something swam through her mind. Pain quickly replaced it followed once again by pleasure. They melded together one after another until she could no longer discern which was which. Jason shouted her name as he came with a loud growl.
Anita stared up at him in confusion. He was different somehow, harder. It was there, then gone like smoke. I think I'm losing my mind.
"I guess I didn't need to worry about you," Micah said, leaning against the doorframe. His voice was calm, but the yellow in his cat-like eyes dominated the green, showing his anger.
How long has he been there? What the hell is happening to me? "Micah, uh, how's Cherry?" Anita asked, not meeting her lover's eyes.
"She's fine. Somehow, Cherry found a natural pool and Buffy was there. She was talking to Cherry when I found her. The Mother of Darkness is quite a unique woman." He didn't try to hide the admiration he felt for their host.
Anita's jealousy saw red, then went out of control when she sniffed the air. He smelled of Cherry and vanilla. "You were with her." Her eyes went dead and cold.
"Don't act ridiculous, Anita. She held Cherry while she cried over your words, and I brought Cherry back to the rooms. I'll find somewhere to stay, with someone that trusts me." Micah walked out, closing the door.
"Micah," Anita whispered.
Jason pulled her close. "Don't worry, Anita, he'll come around, you'll see." Something flashed over his face as his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
"Jason, Jason." She turned to see him sleeping. "Great, now he goes to sleep." Anita got up to slip into the shower.
Buffy lay in bed laughing, when Belle walked into the room. "You're very happy today, Mother. What has caused this?"
"Ah, baby girl, come sit beside me. Let me tell you a juicy story." Belle crawled onto the bed, laying her head on Buffy's breast, as the smaller blonde stroked her long black hair. "Mother's been making sure our guests have everything they need during their stay." Buffy told Belle about Anita's nightmares, her manipulation of the arduer, then her jumping into the wolf's body to have a little hands on play with Anita. "The others are having wonderful dreams of naughty things, my Belle. Then, I whisper in their ears and bring alive their doubts caused by one person - Anita. Every action, every word, every thought she has done. Each time they see her their disgust grows. Soon, she'll have no one to turn to, and then, my Belle, I'll let you help make her suffer. She'll know with every breath she takes that she's feeling my wrath, my vengeance. She killed my boy, my Twist. I'll make her suffer until she chokes on it." Buffy's voice though a whisper boomed throughout the room.
"My children, Jean-Claude and Asher, may I have them back?" Belle asked hopefully.
"No, baby girl, they're mine now. But, have you looked at the lovely morsels they brought with them? You may choose among them, if they're willing, Belle." Her voice sharpened, letting her youngest child know that force wasn't an option. "There's a little leopard who could use some tender care. The one they call Cherry. Her Nimir-ra broke her heart, earlier today. The Ulfric is also a possibility. It seems you and your brother aren't the only ones not to care for what you hold. I don't care for a pout on a grown man's lips. He could use some time with Hannah, as well. If he truly hates his life, Belle, even after your tender care, then I'll cure him of his wolf."
"Mother! You can do that? How and why would you?"
"My poor little Belle, you're so young. Yes, I can do that. There are many things I can do that you don't know. None know them all but me. My Dragon knows most, but not all. As for why, it's my blood that created him and he's my child as much as the vampires. Why do you think I protect them? Why do you think they're mine to command? Come pet don't pout, let's play. It has been a long time since I've tasted my sweet Belle on my tongue."
Belle shivered with anticipation, nothing compared to the pleasures found in Mother's arms. Buffy laughed as she disrobed her youngest child. Belle's full-blown beauty was lush and soft. They spent the next hour touching, tasting and loving each other. They renewed their bond while Buffy finished telling Belle her plans for Anita. Belle couldn't wait for the time to set it all in motion.
An informal dinner was held for Jean-Claude's group in Buffy's private dining room. Buffy joined them after everyone had already taken their seats. She was a modern vampire's wet dream in ultra low-rise painted on black leather pants and a python print shirt of silk that was completely transparent. The silk's transparency tattooed the shinning, snake pattern across her skin. Rosy nipples pressed against the material demanding attention. They waited temptingly just out of reach, mesmerizing all eyes as if they all shared the same thought, same desire.
"Good evening everyone, I hope you all rested well. Please, eat. We will visit later." Buffy motioned for the food to continue being served. A wine glass of blood was set beside her plate along with fresh fruit and other delicacies.
"You're able to taste? To eat real food, mon chère?"
"Yes. Here, Jean-Claude, I'll show you how. Now, close your eyes." She touched his lips so that he opened his mouth. "This is a rich, succulent berry. It tastes of life, of pleasure." Her voice swept over his body as the berry slid into his mouth and he began to chew.
Flavors burst on his tongue and his eyes flew open when he swallowed. "Mon dieu, how is it possible?"
"It's really simple. Place a touch of your own blood onto the food you want to eat. The blood brings the food to life for you. Your body recognizes it as food so it allows you to enjoy."
"Mon chardonnet, you must try it." Jean-Claude turned to Asher sitting across the table from him.
"Yes, my golden child, you must try it." She turned to stare into his pale blue eyes until he shut them. Jean-Claude watched the tablue in front of him. Buffy dipped white chocolate into her glass and her little finger as well. Her finger traced Asher's lips causing him to smile, a real smile. Opening his mouth, Buffy place the treat on his tongue. "Now, savor it Asher. Let it melt in your mouth until the flavor bursts. It's a lover approaching her release, coach her along, my golden one. Make love to her with your beautiful mouth until she pops for you, gifting you with her sweetness."
Asher was breathing heavy as her words wove their spell. His jaw muscles tensed as the chocolates creamy flavor burst in his mouth. "Ah, yes, now, drink your treasure and enjoy the product of your efforts. Let it flow over your tongue, down your throat to fill your body. It satisfies you, oui."
His eyes opened as he looked at her face smiling at him, a knowing look in her eyes. "It tasted wonderful, but I find myself still not satisfied." His voice low as his hand moved up her thigh. "What do you suggest I taste, next?"
"Why, I think you know exactly what you wish to sample. Are you bold enough to take what you want?"
"You tell me, ma belle, ma amour." His hand moved under the table to the juncture of her thighs.
Buffy's eyes grew smoky, as she looked at Asher. "I see you are; now where do you suggest we go from here? The next move is yours." Another hand joined Asher's under the table, they pulled the snaps on her pants apart one by one. They both moaned to find only smooth skin underneath there fingers. She lifted her hips as they slid her pants down her legs. One hand stimulated her clit as another sunk into her warm folds.
"Mon dieu, you're like a living, breathing flame. How does your body retain its warmth." Jean-Claude asked in wonder.
"I'm a woman of many mysteries, Jean-Claude. Do you wish to know them all? You would soon grow bored with me," she said with a pout.
His eyes lingered on her lips wanting to taste them. "That's impossible; mon dieu, you offer too much pleasure to ever grow boring." His hand continued moving while he talked.
The others at the table stopped when the smell of Buffy's arousal hit them. It caused an immediate reaction. They looked at her hungrily, like thirsty men in a dessert and she was their oasis. Her laughter filled the room, caressing their bodies. They felt it touch their skin, everyone but Anita. Anita felt the arduer flare, but no release seemed possible; she couldn't move. She watched the others throw back their heads screaming as their pleasure peaked. Her body ached to the point it was painful, then suddenly she could move. Anita ran from the room as if Hellhounds chased her. She ran down the corridor, only to run into the Traveler's human servant - Balthasar.
He caught her to keep her from falling and the arduer flared again. Yes, little Executioner, now you will fuck someone Jean-Claude's hates more than anything. Enjoy her well Jon-Jon, she's the one who killed your big brother. The Traveler smiled out of Balthasar's eyes. "Here let me help you. There's a chair over here, sit down and catch your breath."
"Thank you, your human. What's your name?" Anita smiled up at the handsome man with the dark hair and eyes.
"Jonathan." He smiled at her charmingly.
"I'm Anita. I'm sorry for running into you. It was just too much in the room with the others," she gasped.
"It can be kind of hard to take sometimes." He gave her a sympathetic look.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Could you just let me..."