Dalith proceeded toward Buffy's rooms. He entered only to have 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."
He threw back his head and laughed as he continued into Buffy's beautiful bedroom. "Mother, you're a fast worker. I love Musette's hair, very humbling. Your personal touch, I'm guessing."
Buffy ran into 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 youngest two behaving so badly? Oh, well, they'll straighten out soon enough." Her nosed wrinkled at the idea, smoothing out as she smiled at her eldest childe. "Tell me about the flight, I'm going to have to put cameras on the plane."
Dalith pulled a DVD from his coat pocket to present it to Buffy with a flourish. She bounced on the bed like a little girl, clapping her hands while she bounced.
"You're so smart, let's see, let's see."
Sliding the disc into the player, mother and son reclined on the bed to enjoy the entertainment. They watched Jean-Claude snap at Anita then his mad dash for the bedroom. Buffy lolled on the bed with laughter at the famed Executioner's sour lemon expression. Her own expression changed with the scenery.
"Ooh, he's as yummy to look as he tastes. I have to hand it to Belle; she always creates beautiful children. Mmm, and they're properly trained to."
Buffy stared at Jean-Claude, Asher and her in the many varied positions. Her smile grew nostalgic as she remembered their love fest.
"How Belle could let that beautiful boy wither, and not bother to fix him is a wonder to me."
Her eyes went back to the screen to watch 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 to come to her rescue. Mmm, I know she has the arduer, and hasn't outgrown her prudish ways. I'll have to work on that. Yes, my little Twist, I will avenge you, and it will be glorious. I'm going to have so much fun, my Dragon."
Buffy kissed him lovingly, while her hands brushed through his flame colored hair. "I better get ready for my guests. I wouldn't want to disappoint."
Everyone dressed with care for the coming audience with the Mother of Darkness. Jean-Claude created a beautiful contrast with his preferred leather and silk, choosing a shimmering blue reminiscent of a winter night against the black leather. The colors complimented his masculine beauty. Asher followed his lover's lead, replacing the darker colors with warm chocolates, which added a warm glow to his newly flawless skin. His upper body was bare, and he had pulled his hair back to display his exquisite face.
"You look beautiful, Mon Chardonette," Jean-Claude smiled at his lover. He stepped next to Asher, and gently caressed his cheek, letting him know how proud he felt of this new self-confidence.
Anita barged into the room. Her face sullen as she tugged at the minuscule leather dress she wore. 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 coldly announced.
Anita's back stiffened at his tone; 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 else, a withdrawn and angry Richard joined them. Jean-Claude slipped his hand into Asher's and escorted him from the room, leaving Anita and Richard to stare at his retreating back. They stared at each other momentarily then followed him, neither happy at the prospect of Jean-Claude leaving them to fend for themselves.
Richard and Anita hurried into the hall where everyone else had just arrived. They hurried to their respective corners, as it were, simply happy to escape the prospect of having to talk to each other.
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 the doors were at least two feet thick. They walked into a round room, noticing luxurious 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 the barest glimmer of color, but not who occupied it. The room stretched out forever.
Dalith left them standing at its center as he went to stand before Buffy, giving her a conspiratorial smile. Mother is scaring them with waking dreams. This should prove entertaining.
Anita felt as if she had walked forever in her four-inch heels. She tried to see who sat upon the huge black throne, but couldn't see anything. Suddenly she stumbled backward, and Richard caught her to keep her from falling.
"Do you see that? It isn't just me, right?" Anita's voice trembled with equal parts shock and fear.
She glanced up at Richard, only to find him caught in a trance. Anita looked around the room at the others. Everyone had glazed over eyes as they stared at the black throne. Everyone, but her, stood frozen like beautiful marble statutes. She slowly turned back toward the throne. The dragon perched atop it started moving its wings and flashing its teeth. Flames shot from its mouth straight at her, and Anita hit the floor. The fire skimmed over her skin, leaving a large hole in her dress. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the hole grow, until it left her nude.
And then, she felt something bind her hands and legs to the floor. Anita hesitantly glanced up to find that 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, 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 added strength that she had taken for granted didn't respond to her call. She used every ounce of her strength in an effort to get away. They were simply too strong.
"I heard you let cats come scratching. Let's see how it compares to wolf," he growled, emphasizing the plural with an evil grin as he slammed into her unprepared body.
Anita screamed as her head lolled from side to side, while her back arched in pain. Shaking the tears away, she bit inside her cheek determined not to utter another sound. She couldn't even begin to understand what was happening. The people she trusted the most had just betrayed her in the worst way. They had ignored her pleas for help, and had even encouraged Shang-da while he raped her. Anita didn't think she would ever trust them or anyone again. She had no one. Anita was totally alone once more, just like when her moth...
"Anita, what's wrong with you?" Richard whispered urgently underneath his breath.
She turned to him, looked down at herself, and then out at the room. It wasn't real, just another nightmare. Anita smoothed out her miniscule dress, and released the breath she didn't realize she held. She sent him a tentative smile.
"I'm fine, Richard, thanks."
I don't know who's doing this to me. But, when I find them, I'm going to kill them, slowly.
Buffy smiled, working hard not to laugh aloud.
You can try, bitch, you can try.
"Welcome to my home," Buffy said softly, while opening her arms in welcome.
Her voice filled the room as her vanilla scent wafted toward them in a tantalizing caress. It was a living, breathing entity that sought them out, and then wrapped their bodies the gentlest of scented embraces.
"Jean-Claude, please come forward."
A small hand emerged from the dark, and the fingers slowly curled inward one by one. Jean-Claude felt his body rise into the air and float forward as if some invisible tether connected him to those tiny digits. Hanging directly above her, he finally saw his ghost lover's face and caught his breath at its otherworldliness.
She's a goddess.
Midnight blue eyes traveled from one feature to the next. He couldn't stop himself from mentally waxing poetic about the way her blonde hair floated around her small head, creating a golden nimbus. It framed smoky hazel eyes, sun kissed skin and a beautifully formed tiny body. Full, ripe breasts, perfect for her dainty frame led to the tiniest waist he had ever seen, which softly flared out to slender hips and seemingly endless legs for someone of her stature. Muscles played lightly under golden flesh when she leaned forward on her throne. Diaphanous white material lay strategically across her body doing more to enhance than hid her assets. Jean-Claude couldn't resist the bounty displayed so artfully before him.
Buffy allowed him to weigh her breast in his hand. His thumb caressed the nipple, until it tightened in response. Her delighted laughter told him and their audience that she approved of his boldness. She softly pulled him from the air to land beside her.
"Come, Jean-Claude, let me welcome you properly."
She pulled him into her embrace where she passionately kissed him. Buffy released him and sat back, allowing her lips to slide into a slow sensual smile.
"Welcome, Mon amour, I've eagerly awaited your arrival in order to taste you properly. Now, take me to your people so I can put faces with names."
The diaphanous strips fell into place around her body. They 'covered' her hips at mid-thigh, and when she walked, her nude body glowed beneath 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 free hand to reveal them to others. Their gasps of awe brought a smile to her lips. She moved with a boneless grace far above anything her audience had ever seen. Buffy glided across the marble floor as if she were floating several inches above it. She stopped short, causing Jean-Claude to turn to her in concern. Buffy sent him a naughty wink, and then sent her power crashing over St. Louis contingent. Everyone, except Jean-Claude, fell to their knees gasping for air. Buffy laughed so hard she had to lean on Jean-Claude.
"Much easier than orders and silly power struggles, don't you agree, Mon ami?"
Her laughter was infectious and he couldn't help but smile. "Oui, Mother."
His response pleased her. She was happy that he understood her actions, and could see the humorous side of things. Buffy pulled her power back, leaving Anita to suffer the longest, of course. It was entertaining to watch the others recover and see the famed Executioner still on her knees in pain. Not willing to show her hand too soon, Buffy reluctantly withdrew her power completely from the room. She turned her attention back to more interesting matters.
"Call me, Buffy; after all, this isn't our first meeting." Her voice turned low and intimate. "We're much more than Master and servant, my love."
"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 slowly crawled back to her feet. She pulled her dress down, while she tried to adjust the top. Her eyes scanned the room to see how the others had fared. They narrowed into their famed death stare, when she realized she was the last to recover. Her anger flared higher when she noticed that everyone was staring at the Mother with adoration and awe. Anita glared at her lover, who was acting like a lovesick puppy. Jean-Claude hadn't made any attempt to help her. The Mother of Darkness looks like a cheerleader. How bad can she be?
"Please introduce us, Jean-Claude," Buffy asked.
She smiled up at him, while extending her arm toward the group. Jean-Claude started at the end opposite to where Anita stood. Buffy smiled inwardly at his choice. He introduce each person with his usual flourish, explaining their history and ranking within the contingent. Buffy surprised them by talking with them for several moments, asking them about their families or pack, simply knowing personal information about each person.
When Jason asked her how she knew something no one else knew about him, Buffy laughed leaned close and whispered, "Mother's know their children."
Each person Buffy talked to had smiles on their faces as she moved onto the next. The next person smiled in anticipation at their turn; everyone, except of course - Anita. She found her body and mind frozen with fear.
I can hear your every thought, Executioner, your every prayer - your innermost fears. You may thank, your Master, for that. As he may thank you for handing him to me on a silver platter. Such a delicious time I'll have with him, and while he's here, if you dare 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. It's just you and I. Are you woman enough to hold him, without touching him?
Buffy moved onto the next person in line - Micah. He was standing next to Anita. She could hear 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 returned to their rooms to rest until dinner. 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 pard as they climbed into bed and snuggled next to her side. The feminine shape told her it was Cherry. Anita sighed, adjusting to her new bedmate as she fell back to sleep.
She woke the next morning to find that she was alone in the bed with Cherry, when the arduer hit fast, and it hit hard. Her eyes frantically searched for Micah as it flared out into 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 breast in his mouth, nipping it with his sharp teeth. She moaned as her need grew. His touch gave her some of the much-needed release her body required. Anita's hips thrust upward, demanding more from her lover. And, more was exactly what she got. A strange fullness filled her as it moved inside her. It touched her everywhere at once, and was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Anita's neck arched as she screamed when the orgasm hit. Needing blood, she remembered Cherry's presence and turned to bite her. She couldn't get enough; she bit, licked and gnawed on the wereleopard's flesh. Waves of pleasure flooded her body as Micah wonderful mouth worked its magic on her.
"Wow, Anita that was great. No wonder everyone wants to fuck you," Cherry gushed.
Anita opened her eyes to find Cherry's hips wrapped around her head. The delicious 'blood' from her passionate memories, was - Cherry. Shock hit her at the same time Cherry caused her to feel that wonderful fullness. Her hips arched up off the bed, and the arduer once again flared to life.
What's happening? I just fed. This shouldn't happen. I must still be dreaming. Nothing else makes sense...Oh, oh, yes!
"Ch...Cherry what're you doing? It feels so strange, so full, so good."
Anita's head lolled from side to side. Cherry nuzzled her breast then bit into the swollen bundle of nerves.
"Ah!" Anita screamed, while her hips piston faster. "More, more."
She watched as Cherry kneeled between her thighs, while she drove her into a frenzy.
"What, ah, ah, yes!"
Her body shuddered in the aftermath as she came harder than she could ever remember. Cherry slowly withdrew her hand, and leaned back to stare into her Nimir-Ra's eyes. She licked each finger like the cat she was. The pretty wereleopard turned her attention from personal grooming back to Anita's lush body.
Anita watched mesmerized by the sleek movements of the tall, lithe blonde nibbling a path up her body. Cherry tickled Anita's belly with her tongue, and then laved her nipples as she expertly caressed them. She stopped directly above Anita as she bent down to capture her mouth and share her bounty. Anita tasted herself on the other woman's lips and tongue. Cherry aligned her body directly atop Anita's, and then she sensuously started to move as she rode Anita's body to another orgasm. This time as she peaked, Cherry offered her firm breast to slake the blood thirst. Anita willingly bit into the plump flesh, sucking greedily.
The door flew open as Micah, Nathaniel, Jason, Richard, Damian and Jean-Claude flooded into the room.
"Anita!" Micah shouted, rushing to her side.
He stopped short at what he saw, Anita and Cherry in bed - together.
"All right Anita, woo hoo," Zane crowed from the doorway. "Can I join in? Is everyone in the pard getting a turn now?"
He waggled his eyebrows at her, while 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, and slowly opened her jaw to release it. Anita turned her head to find everyone standing in the doorway staring at her, and Micah beside the bed with an accusing look on his face. She quickly reached for the covers, pulling them up to her chin. Cherry, totally oblivious to what was happening, snuggled closer to her Namir-Ra.
"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." Richard threw over his shoulder as he stormed from the room. "I'm out of here; she's obviously not in trouble. She just found someone new to fuck."
"Jean-Claude, I thought it was a dream. The dreams I told you about before we left. Someone's doing this to me. Please, you know me, you understand," Anita pleaded.
"Ma petite, take care there are other feelings to consider here," he cautioned, while his eyes tried to warn her.
Cherry turned away from Anita as if she had slapped her. Slipping from the bed, she pushed her way through the bodies that blocked the door as she ran from the room in tears. Zane ignored the others as he hurried after his distraught pard mate. Nathaniel glanced from the bedroom to the empty hallway, and then decided that the pard needed him more. He knew that Anita wouldn't want him. She never wanted him.
"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, and his pard.
Damian quietly stared at Anita as if seeing her for the first time. He stepped from 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 turned and left the room without another word. No one else remained, except her, Asher and Jason. Asher stood staring at her, with his head cocked to the side, while Jason lounged against the wall.
"Aren't you two going to bitch at me too? Be disappointed and leave like the rest?" Anita groused, crossing her arms over her chest and barely keeping a pout off her face.
"He was right, Anita, you need to grow up. Everything is not always about you. When will you understand that?"
Asher's pale blue eyes roamed her face as if he searched for something. He shook his head in frustration, and turned around intent on not wasting any more time on Anita when could spend his time with his lover. His lips turned up into a beautiful smile at the more pleasant thought of how he planned on spending his afternoon.
Jason pushed away from the wall, and quietly went over to shut the door. He crawled onto the bed with Anita. She had curled into a fetal position, and her body shook as tears fell down her cheeks. Jason aligned his body behind hers then shifted her around so they faced each other. He gently wiped the tears from her face as he uttered soothing nonsense words to calm her.
"It's okay, Anita, I'm here for you. I'm always here."
"Thank you, Jason. I don't think I could handle this by myself. Not right now."
"Hush now. I'm here."
He rubbed her back in soothing circles as she leaned into him. Anita scooted closer to his warmth nearly bonding their chests together. The soothing circles changed to sensual caresses applied to her pressure points. The tension flew from her body, leaving her literally putty in his very capable hands.
"Let me help you forget," he whispered against her hair.
Jason captured her lips in a kiss, and then nipped her lips and tongue with his canines. Anita moaned as pleasure rushed through her body. She pushed the covers away almost shredding Jason's clothes.
"Slow down, Anita. We have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves."
"Can't, want you, need you inside me now," she demanded.
"Where do you want me, Anita? Tell me."
"In me, anywhere, everywhere. Don't care just fuck me, now!"
Anita's body felt on fire. Every single nerve ending seemed alive, and sensitive to the slightest touch. She thought she would go insane if Jason didn't touch her - now. Jason grinned down at Anita, while he rolled her onto her stomach.
"As you command, madam," he growled low in her ear.
Holding her breast for purchase, Jason slammed into her. Anita screamed as her body exploded.
"Did you mean it when you said - anything?" he asked. His voice became deeper, huskier, filled with innuendo, emphasizing the last word.
"Yes, yes, just don't stop," she begged, while the arduer demanded its release.
He picked her up and leaned back on his haunches. Jason started 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. Don't stop until it hurts," Jason said as he reclined on the bed to watch.
She didn't hesitate to obey his demands. Anita's eyes closed as her hands reached for her breasts.
"That's right, Anita. Show me this time," he ordered harshly. "Find the pleasure in the pain."
The large breasts overflowed her small hands, but it didn't deter the determined Executioner. Anita concentrated on her nipples, knowing how sensitive and responsive they were. She drug her nails along the fleshy outer globes, and then pulled her large nipples into long cones. She pushed and pulled on them for nearly twenty minutes. Anita tortured her breasts, until they were tender to the touch and she was about to explode.
When she neared her time, Jason leaned forward to bite into her already soar nipple, while he painfully squeezed the other. The duel stimulation sent her overloaded body hurtling into immediate orgasm. Screams ripped from Anita's throat that matched the pleasure that rushed through her body.
"Mmm, you're so responsive, Anita. You always dominated us in every situation, who would ever guess you had it in you to take on the sub role," Jason purred, as he continued talking. "Now, pull your thighs up to your chest."
His voice was soft and soothing. Anita did as he asked without protest, without thought. Jason moved into position, while he continued to keep constant eye contact with her. At first she stiffened then it was as if the arduer gathered and rushed toward her core. It wanted satisfaction here in this way. Anita relaxed her body as she curved her hips upward in invitation.
Jason grinned down at her, and as he pushed into her, it changed to deep husky laughter. When the laugh hit ear, something swam through her mind, some elusive thought that warned her something wasn't right. She lost all ability to think when pain shot through her body. The pain was quick and sharp, and she hadn't expected it. Pleasure replaced it, before she could protest and she no longer cared how she came to this place. The two sensations melded together, until she could no longer discern which was which. She simply felt sublime. Jason growled out her name as he collapsed beside her.
Anita stared down at Jason in confusion. There was something different about him, some harder edge than the normally easy-going wolf. She noticed it even in his expression as he worked to catch his breath. It was there then gone like smoke.
I think I'm losing my mind.
"I guess there wasn't any need for me to worry about you," Micah said, from where he stood, leaning against the doorframe. His voice was calm, but the yellow in his cat-like eyes dominated the green, showing his anger.
How long was he standing 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 the Council's natural pool, and Buffy was there."
Micah smiled at the mental image of the tiny blonde holding the much larger wereleopard in her lap, and rocking her as if she were an infant. The smile slipped when he remembered the circumstances. Cherry had sounded like a little girl who had just learned Santa wasn't real as she poured her heart out to the Mother of Darkness.
"Buffy was talking to Cherry when I found her. The Mother of Darkness is a unique woman."
He didn't try to hide the admiration he felt for their host. Anita's jealousy had her seeing red. It soon raced out of control when she sniffed the air. He smelled of Cherry and vanilla. She couldn't stop her mouth from running away with any sense she might possible have.
"You were with her," Anita accused as her eyes went dead and cold.
"Don't act ridiculous, Anita. Buffy held Cherry, while she cried her heart out over your words," Micah snapped at her. Anita cringed at his tone. He wasn't through with her though, and he continued giving her the explanation she didn't deserve. "I escorted Cherry back to her room after she finally calmed down enough to stop crying. She was completely exhausted, and Buffy convinced her to lie down before dinner."
His pale yellow-green eyes stared at the bed, where Jason still lay sprawled beside her completely nude and totally at home. The wolf smiled at the Nimir-raj, letting him know he had no intention of leaving. Micah noted the changed attitude, but turned his attention back to Anita, who simply stared at him expectantly.
"I think I'll find somewhere else to stay with someone that trusts me," Micah said as he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Micah," Anita whispered.
Jason pulled her close, while he soothingly rubbed her arm.
"Don't worry, Anita. He'll come around. Just give him time."
Something flashed through his blue eyes as they closed, and he fell instantly asleep.
"Jason," Anita said, and when she got no response, she turned to find him sleeping. "Great. Now, he goes to sleep."
She slipped from his arms, and padded into the bathroom to shower. Frankly, the thought of sleeping frightened her more than what had already happened.
Buffy was lying in her 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, and laid her head on Buffy's breast. The small blonde stroked the beautiful vampire's long black hair. It was the very picture of a loving mother with her child.
"Mother's been busy seeing to her guests' needs during their stay," she said mischievously.
She told Belle about Anita's nightmares, manipulating the arduer, and then jumping into the wolf's body to have some hands on play with Anita.
"The others are having wonderfully naughty dreams, my Belle. I whisper into their ears and bring to life all their doubts caused by one person - Anita. Her every action, word and thought plays continuously in their minds, and comes back to them each time they see her, which causes their disgust for her to grow. Soon, she'll have no one to turn to, and then, my Belle, I'll let you help make her suffer. She'll feel my wrath with every breath she takes. She killed my boy, my Twist, and I'll fill her every waking moment with such aching regret, until she ready's to choke on it." Buffy's voice though whisper soft boomed throughout the room.
"My children, Jean-Claude and Asher, may I have them back?" Belle asked hopefully.
"No, baby girl, they're mine. 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 that could use some tender care. The one they call Cherry. Her Nimir-Ra broke her heart, earlier today. The Ulfric has some possibilities, if he can ever get out of his own way. It appears you and your brother aren't the only ones not to care for what you hold. I don't care for a pout on grown man's lips." Buffy's nose wrinkled at the image. "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?" Belle exclaimed as her eyes widened in shock.
She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to return to the human world. It was the most horrific punishment, and Belle prayed Mother would never levy it on her.
"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. My Dragon knows most, but not all."
Buffy lounged back on the bed as she splayed her hands out wide. She brought one up to trail it lovingly over Belle's smooth check. She smiled at her youngest childe as she thought about the unhappy Ulfric.
"As for why, it's my blood that created him. 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?"
Belle frowned at her words, and Buffy smiled at the childish pout on her daughter's pretty face. Her finger tapped the plump full lip as she sat up in bed.
"Come pet don't pout, let's play. It has been a longtime since I've tasted my sweet Belle on my tongue."
Belle shivered with anticipation, nothing compared with the pleasures found in Mother's arms. Buffy laughed as she undressed her youngest child. Belle's full-blown beauty was lush and soft.
They spent the next few hours 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 everything in motion.
Buffy had invited Jean-Claude's group to dine in her private dining room. She joined them after everyone had taken their seats. She was a modern vampire's wet dream in ultra low-rise painted on black leather pants and a sheer python print silk shirt. 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 every eyes as if they all shared the same thought, same desire.
"Good evening everyone. I hope you rested well.
Buffy motioned for the servers to continue the food service her arrival had interrupted.
"Please, eat. We will visit later."
She smiled brightly at the headwaiter, when he attended to her. He placed a delicate wineglass of blood with fresh fruit and other delicacies before her then gave an elegant bow. Her soft thank you shocked those watching the odd show at the head of the table.
"You're able to taste? To eat real food, mon chére?"
"Yes. Here, Jean-Claude, let me show you." She touched his lips so that he opened his mouth. "Now, close your eyes."
Her voice swept over his body as the berry slid into his mouth and he began to chew.
"This is a rich, succulent berry. It tastes of life, of pleasure."
Flavors burst on his tongue and his eyes flew open when he swallowed.
"Mon Dieu, how is this possible?"
"It's 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, and allows you to enjoy."
"Mon Chardonette, you must try it." Jean-Claude turned to Asher sitting across the table from him.
"Yes, my golden child, try it."
She turned to stare into his pale blue eyes until he shut them. Jean-Claude watched the tableau 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.
"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, gifting you with her sweetness."
Asher was breathing heavy as her words wove their spell. His jaw tensed as the chocolate's 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 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; where do you suggest we go from here? The next move is yours."
Another hand joined Asher's as they slowly pulled apart the snaps on her pants. They moaned when they found only smooth skin beneath their fingers. She lifted her hips, and they slid her pants down her legs. One stimulated her, while the other sunk into her warmth.
"Mon Dieu, you're like living, breathing fire. 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?" she asked with a pretty pout. "You would soon grow bored with me."
His eyes lingered on her lips wanting to taste them. "Mon Dieu, you offer too much pleasure to ever grow boring."
The others at the table stopped when Buffy's arousal hit them. It caused an immediate reaction. They hungrily turned toward her, like thirsty men in a dessert and she was their oasis. Her laughter filled the room, caressing their bodies. It touched their skin with loving caresses.
Everyone felt it, except Anita. The arduer flared, 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, little do you know he is someone Jean-Claude hates more than anything. Enjoy her well Jon-Jon, she's the one that killed your big brother.
The Traveler smiled out of Balthasar's eyes. "Here let me help you. There's a chair over here," he said, guiding her toward the empty seat. He slipped an arm around her waist and assisted her into the chair. "Sit down and catch your breath."
"Thank you." Anita smiled up at the handsome man with the dark hair and eyes. "You're human," she sighed happily. "What's your name?"
"Jonathan," he supplied with a charming smile.
"I'm Anita. Sorry for running into you. It was just too much in the room with the others," she rambled out too excited to have someone to talk to with.
"It's hard to take at times." He sent her a sympathetic look, and reached out to pat her arm in understanding.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Could you just let me..."