Maître à la Reine (Pepper/Pride/Open)

"No?" He asked rising as she did holding her gaze. He moved to her crossing the small intimate space of the room. "That is not what you mean is it?" Asking after her shake of her head. "If you need more time to think on what it is you need perhaps you are in fact happier than you know?" He made it a question allowing her to close rhe last small fraction of space between them.

Seven inches was the space between his lips and hers yet it might as well been one of millimeters. Her strength and surrender not to him but to the urges of herself melted that negotiable space into nothingness. She closed that space with her aura with her openness and he locked the metaphysical door behind them. He only ever took what was offered or lost. She was not lost in fact he would hazard a guess that the wildness of the city had helped her find more of herself than she knew was there. No longer the waif adrift she was a queen upon a throne of finery.



His kiss an anointing his bite a sacrament. He opened the link between that portion of himself that called to bestial and he drank down the rising strength of her whispering of pleasures to share. Connecting with her warm hot beast as one power to another he unfurled the vast Savannah of his heart, a small space of himself where he roamed and hunted his thoughts. The last sun he’d witnessed resting high above as the music of ancient Khemet floated on the winds. From one delta to another he’d come standing before her now holding her body to his curled around her giving strength as he took vitae taking her mind with his to a place of some of his last earthly pleasures.



Strong though she was he filled her to the brim casting the tendrils of power to spill from them running through the line of her down too the least of those pledged in service to her Praxis. Each member touched and enlivened. Each save those disloyal to her or unpledged. Brushed stroked and caressed by the majesty of her Each lighting in the darkness like candles leading the way home. Here to her.
 

While steering the power he was also along for the ride. He was made quite curious as the power of this leonine queen reached each of hers. Encapsulating what was her praxis and highlighting those in need of lessons or worse. He was disappointed at the cub of Chidera’s coalition who’d not bent knee. He would see that Chidera would shepherd her ward into the correct pasture.



In the offing however was the queen before him. Wasting little time and cresting along the surge of power raised he carried her to her room. It was tough discerning form a distance which was hers and which was her co-Regina’ but as they neared he was led clearer by the undercurrent of gun-oil and electronic spray cleaner. He knew the other was Peppers and opened the door. Moving across the threshold holding her to him.



Closing the door with his foot he leaned against it as the power raised held the roar of a lion and the call of Pride. It was enlivening and he knew that those prone to excess would indulge drinking heavily. It was a momentary Midsummer for those privy.
 

The time for words was past. He instead shirked out of his jacket and shirt a practiced move that had both tossed over the nearest bed rail as he pressed as much of his skin against her as he was able. He lavished her from carotid to waist and beyond. Moving with deft care and consideration so that this was no mere rutting but an expression an outpouring. Lifting her once more into his arms, sliding her cutoffs from her he continued his ministrations. Drifting with her to her bed lowering her in a smooth graceful float. He labored at her careful of his fangs able to navigate them and her with a practiced grace.

As she uttered sounds of pleasure Gates moved a small pace away from the fountain of her. Sinking fangs into the soft flesh there a hairs breath form the Golconda of her he snatched her mind to his bringing her with him once more into the realm of pleasure. Though what he shared with her was a mirror to that which was within her. He opened himself so that he felt and experienced her pleasure and she his.



He knew that lions were multiorgasmic and instead of this being a race of definite end this was a marathon in parts. A decathlon with the goal of Pepper having her fill and then some.
 

Hearing him he wouldn't tear off the door but looked at him crest fallen. " Nope and I wouldn’t try. Living lions problematic enough, pretty boy. Can’t say how long it’d take but the Regina is pretty direct and as plain spoken as needs be. Guess it depends on you really. Being in a rush can sometimes seem like lies but who am I to say." He shrugged sure that Burtram wouldn’t tear up his car. Moving back to the driver’s side he got in. The drive was far shorter from this distance and took most of no time at all.



As the house came into view so did a few of the boys who were playing soccer on the lawn it was either that or play a game of hunt and release. This was a safer option he could see tempers flaring and eased the car to a stop in a spray of gravel designed to catch their attention. " If you all can’t deal with the energy any better than that maybe you don’t deserve it." Rolling his shoulders he stepped away from the car moving towards them. He eyed them catching their eyes he dared them with a smile. Shucking off his jacket he tossed it to the car’s hood. Doing so he caught Burtram’s eye as well.



" Course this will have to be quick we’ve got a visitor. So, control or sleep what’s it going to be gentlemen?"

 

The boys nodded thinking to take him all at once. He smiled harder baring more teeth. It was their only chance to back down. Instead they took a step forward betraying their intentions. He shook his head as he squared up on the largest one of them. It was Michael. He was due a lesson anyway. So as Michael looked to Serge and Elijah Jaedon blurred into action. Taking the big kids legs with a crashing kick to his legs. As he went down Jaedon lifted as he swung him by the scruff of his neck and belt loops into Serge. Elijah was one of Chidera’s and had been paying attention he moved counter clockwise as Jaedon moved he was going to attempt to flank. Jaedon had enough of that strategy and leaped back from where he was as Elijah closed. He overcalculated and overshot. It was a blow meant to put whoever it hit down.

Jaedon caught his leg and rolled him up as they both crashed into the ground Elijah taking not only his own impact but Jaedons as well. Wrapped as he would he would have to choose to torque his own neck or the sleeper Jaedon slipped on him would do the work. He chose wrong and ended up moving his head giving Jaedon an even better purchase. Elijah was out in ten instead of fifteen seconds.

Standing he dusted himself off. Looking to Burt he shrugged closing on Serge and Michael who were disentangling themselves. He dropped Michael with a blow that had his head whip around like he’d been shot. Serge threw up his hands rolled onto his back. Jaedon stood over him a second deciding whether he would accept the surrender. Taking off his shirt he tossed it to him. “You got my shirt dirty you’re doing my laundry this week. Don’t ever start something you won’t finish.” Crouching he rested his hand against the boys head. All forgiven. And it kept them from roughing each other up their strength in the hands of amateurs could do irrevocable damage. At least in his hands they’d just have the memories of bruises.

Standing up he looked to Burt raising a brow, “Come on, pretty boy, lets meet the Queen.”