The Hero of Brightwall had finally done it. The revolution was over, and she had now become the Queen of Albion. There was still much to learn and much to do before the coming of the Darkness, and yet she felt that a moment of respite was more than appropriate given everything that she had already fought through.

Sitting in the War Room she sighed and looked over the expansive map of Albion. It had been a long day in the court and Reaver had naturally come to her with many of his absolutely dreadful ideas. Things that made her very skin crawl. She knew she had to save up lots of money to prepare for the upcoming battle with the Darkness yet she couldn't imagine selling her people into slavery and making them suffer. It would've been like nothing had changed since she took over the throne from Logan. Frowning she placed her face into her hands. Logan, it had just been days ago that she had to…she shuddered. It needed to be done. Swallowing she looked up and sighed. It was in the past now, and all that remained was to look forward.

The room was silent until there was a soft knock at the War Room door. Standing a maid peeked into the room and smiled. "My queen," she whispered, the Hero stood and nodded to her. "There is a guest to see you," Frowning the Hero walked towards the door. "At this time of night?" Embarrassed the maid opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a familiar silhouette pushing himself happily into the room. Wearing an obviously expensive white suit with a top hat and boots to match, Reaver waltzed his way into the room and smiled.

"My dear queen! What an honor!" Reaver curtsied slightly with obvious sarcasm. The hero frowned and released a sigh. Turning to the cowering maid, she nodded to dismiss her. Relieved the servant girl bowed deeply before shutting the door and audibly running back down the hall.

The queen in her royal apparel turned elegantly and gave Reaver a look of disdain. He was walking around the expansive map of Albion, his boots making a light tap-tap-tap on the ground as he walked. His hand glided around the wooded edges of the map only stopping when he reached Bowerstone Industrial. His pride and joy.

"Reaver," The hero queen began as she stood up a bit taller, "What brings you to my war room at this time of night?" The man smiled and turned his auburn eyes upon her. Chuckling he relaxed his pose, "You see my dear hero, I came to you this evening to parlay," She frowned as he continued, "I would like to see if there is a compromise to be made on the decisions you made today in court," The hero huffed, Of course.

The queen motioned to a set of chairs next to the fireplace; "Very well," Reaver smirked and walked in the direction of the chairs. They both stood in front of the large red, velvet seats and stared intensely at one another. Reaver nodded, and they both slowly sat down.

"I see you still do not trust me," He said with an air of amusement. "Why would I have reason to do such a thing?" She admonished, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. Reaver laughed, "You made an excellent point, though I haven't killed you yet." Her frown only deepened as she leaned back into the chair. "Speak Reaver; my patience grows thin."

Some time was spent sitting in her chair listening as Reaver blabbed about how he truly felt that he could save the court money if they had only taken the mountains back. After all, numerous resources could be used to help fund the war and supply arsenal. Elaina fidgeted with her gloves on her hands as she only half-listened. It wasn't until she heard something particularly insulting that she fully listened, straightening up in her chair.

"Excuuuse me?"

Reaver smirked and clicked his tongue before uncrossing his legs and leaning forward towards the Queen. "I merely stated, perhaps if you'd allow me to open the brothel and offer some of your fine services to my party, we'd have the six million in no time. You are quite the talk of such fine circles, I mean it with only the most respect!" The man chuckled while Elaina stared abashed, did Reaver just? Had he just propositioned her, Queen of Albion, to work at a brothel or entertain at one of his parties!?

The queen stood up angrily, "You dare!" she sputtered as her hands balled into tight fists. The air around her crackled with the force of her Will. Reaver remained seated and stared up at her innocently.

"I'm sorry my dear, did I offend?" The sarcasm dripped from his voice like poison venom.

"I could kill you where you stand!" Lightning crackled around the Queen's hands. She released it, barely missing the man as he rolled from the chair taking her feet from beneath her. She fell to the ground where the two scuffled with one another for what felt like a lifetime.

Reaver flinched as his head cracked against the hard ground beneath them. During their tumble, his hat had been miraculously displaced causing his dark hair to splay out beneath him. Elaina sat perched atop his waist, her hair and dress in a state of complete disarray. Her chest heaved with heavy breath as she held him down by his neck while he breathlessly looked up at her.

Coughing slightly he chuckled, "It appears you have indeed bested me." He whispered as he stared up at her. In the firelight, she appeared to glow as the warmth enveloped her form. Naturally, Reaver had of course taken notice of the queen's physique. She was no longer the boney, spindly stick he had known in her youth but a strong, fiery woman who had indeed managed to fill out that elegant dress rather splendidly. Her bright blue eyes stared intently at him. In them, he could see her rage, her anger but also something else.

Her grip on his neck weakened as she sat up straight and realized her position. Immediately she flushed and stuttered. "I-I believe we have done enough 'parlaying' for the evening." Reaver blinked and too became all too aware of their position and his improved breathing ability.

"Yes!" He said with elation as he pushed the hero off him and back onto the ground. The queen felt her back collide with the floor before feeling an intense weight atop of her. Opening her eyes wide she came practically nose-to-nose with none other than the man whose head she was just smashing into the pavement.

The Queen had, of course, noticed Reaver during their long days in court. Though he did he best to irritate her, she couldn't help but find him undeniably charming. Of course so did many, many…many other women (and men) both in and out of the court. Reaver had been everywhere and with practically everyone. Yet he was also an enigma. She had never seen him without his hat in all the years she had known him; there was no denying that he decidedly looked better with out it. Though it was no secret that Reaver was very old, he looked nearly as young as herself. His face was smooth and free of scars or blemishes. He was practically perfection incarnate.

She gulped as she felt his nose touch hers. "I agree, there is no more need to parlay," his voice rumbled softly. She could feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest against her own. Their breathing pushed them closer together and then farther apart. She could feel the hard muscular contours of his body against the softness of her own. She shivered, opening her mouth to speak she felt his soft-gloved finger press against her lips. "Shhhh," he murmured as he moved his head closer to her right ear. Breathing lightly against her flesh he breathed her in deeply. She felt her breath come in shallow; she wanted to protest, say something. DO something! Here she was in the WAR ROOM of all places in the middle of the night with none other than REAVER on top of her! REAVER! Her logical mind screamed at her as she felt the man on top of her shift his weight so he could look at her. Licking her lips she bravely raised her eyes to meet his and immediately regretted her decision.

The purest of red outlined the brightest gold in his eyes. The firelight danced within them, and she felt drawn to them. They were bright and beautiful and everything that she felt she was missing in her life. Everything was always just pomp and circumstance. Everything was always for the 'good of the people' or the 'good of Albion.' What about her wants and needs? Her desires?

Reaver pushed himself up with one hand and placed a gloved fingertip in his mouth. Slowly he pulled his hand free from the one pure white glove that was now soiled from their earlier skirmish. He repeated the action on the other side so that he no longer had anything separating his skin from what he was about to touch. "Don't you think you're a tad overdressed?" He smirked as he sat back on his heels to look at her. "Let's change that," as he tore the dress right down the middle and exposing her upper body clad in undergarments.

Elaina gasped as the cold air rushed to meet her warm skin. Breathing deeply, her breasts heaved up towards her tormentor. Internally her mind was screaming at her. If she were to get caught with him in such a compromising position, it could be the end of everything. Blinking the thoughts away she turned her attention back to Reaver who was eyeing her with interest. He cocked his head at her causing his wavy back hair to fall in front of his face. Reaching up with her bare hand she brushed the tendril of hair out of the way and caressed the side of his face. It was unexpected to both of them. Parting his mouth slightly his expression changed very quickly from entertained to perplexed. His eyes glanced to the hand that now rested on the side of his face, softly playing with his hair. Auburn eyes glanced back to blue. She was watching him. Testing him perhaps? "Careful Queen, my head is a bit sensitive after you so kindly bashed it into the floor beneath us," She chuckled at him and moved that hand to the back of his head, discovering a sticky wetness that coated the back of his hair. She must have thrashed him harder than she initially thought. Gently she pulled him forward, pulling him towards her. Obliging, Reaver let her until their lips touched lightly.

A smirk briefly passed over his lips before parting them slightly to lick her bottom lip. She shivered slightly beneath him before parting her lips and meeting his tongue with her own. Their tongues danced in a sloppy and unfamiliar dance. Reaver being the more experienced of the two quickly took the lead. His tongue caressed hers in ways that made her head swim. Through the slowly building haze the Elaina wrapped her legs gently around the man's waist, pulling them closer together. Humming into their kiss Reaver naturally took this as an invitation to continue his well-played ministrations.

Reaver brought his hands up to torment the soft and perky breasts pressed against him. He held them both, exactly a handful and massaged them gently. Flicking his thumb over the sensitive and peaked nipples, he marveled at the sounds escaping the usually stoic queen's mouth. Lips parted, she shuddered beneath him as he tortured the delicate parts of her body.

Bucking her hips upwards against the now straining length of the man above her, Elaina shook against him as he touched her. While she had some limited experience with men, this was quickly going farther than she had ever gone in her life. Kissed yes, held hands yes, letting a man touch her in that way, was another story. She felt electricity shoot through her very veins every time he grazed those sensitive nubs on her chest. She moaned and gasped as he fondled and touched her hot skin.

Meanwhile, he rolled his hips against her mound. The torn dress and his pants still separated them, but he could feel the fiery heat of her loins through it all. He growled against her lips as he broke the kiss once more to remedy their current situation.

She looked up at him, breathlessly, looking totally destroyed. Her eyes were nearly black with want; her breasts flushed with red; her nipples peaked desperately towards him. Ah, but he was not nearly done with her yet. There was so much that he still wanted, no, needed to do to this feisty little queen. He would show her why he was truly in charge, and maybe still change her mind about the court in the process.

Sitting up on his knees and grabbing handfuls of the disarrayed dress, he pulled it deftly from her body, her legs sliding through the torn top of the garment. She crossed her legs shyly as she lay quivering in the firelight only clad in her undergarments, a garter, and her delicate short boots. The older man felt the tension in his loins tighten as he looked at the soft, supple body beneath him. It had been at least a few weeks with all the proceedings since he'd had a proper lay. None of them could compare to the conquest of the Queen of Albion staring up at him.

Elaina shuddered at the sudden coldness of her nudity as Reaver eyed her like a hawk with his mouse in its talon. She dared take her blue eyes from the smugness of his face to his well-toned and muscular chest down to where his pants sat low on his hips. The v-lines of his hipbones pointing directly to the distinct outline of his hard member. Biting her lip, she raised her hand to run her fingertips lightly along the length softly, breath catching as she felt it twitch at her caresses with interest. The man huffed, his muscles rippling with the effect of his control.

"You little minx," He growled deeply as he reached for the sash around his waist, pulling it to loosen the tie on the constricting garments. He shed the rest of his clothes, boots included and stood proudly in the light of the fire. His cock was large and standing tall, leaking pre-cum on the flushed head.

Elaina swallowed hard; this was all new to her. She did not want to appear inexperienced in front of Reaver as if she did not know what she was doing. Standing there before her in the firelight he looked imposing, nearly godlike. "What's the matter my dear, is this not what you wanted?" He goaded her with a smirk, the fire lighting up the red of his eyes. Hesitantly, Elaina raised herself to her knees. She shivered and gently reached out to splay her hands on his muscular thighs. The sinews twitched lightly beneath her fingers as she steadied herself and came face to face with the weeping head of Reaver's cock. The other Hero sighed as a warm puff of breath came in contact with his searing hot member.

"Well get on with it then, I don't have all night,"

Flushing, Elaina peered up at him angrily, her chest heaving with the emotion. The man cocked his head once again and smirked, " Ah-ha! I see." Chuckling he threaded his right hand in her hair he pulled her head back to keep eye contact with him. Will glowed in her veins as she growled slightly from the force. "Who would've thought, the Queen, a virgin?" He pulled her roughly forward towards his dick that twitched once again with increased interest. She gasped as the head came in contact with her cheek, she breathed in the musky scent of him that was somehow laden with spices, like a exquisite chai.

Reaver's free hand firmly framed the free size of her face as the other hand still directed her head by the chunk of hair he held hostage. Attempting to growl in anger, Elaina ended up keening as the head of his length brushed across her parted lips. Taking the opportunity, Reaver pushed the head of his cock into the warm of her mouth, head slightly falling back as he felt the full lips of the woman below him wrap around him.

Elaina breathed deeply through her nose as she acquiesced with her earlier thoughts on Reaver's scent. It was intoxicating. She brought her hands up to hold him, his dick hot and throbbing. Using her hands to assist in stimulating all of his length she did her best to pleasure him with her mouth.

Reaver's breathing was heavy; he admitted that it was not the best blow he'd had by far, but there was something else about it. Perhaps something was appealing about the fact that Elaina did not have much experience with these activities. A groan escaped his throat as she grazed her teeth lightly over the most sensitive part of him. He could feel her smiling around his cock, a hum of approval providing another sensation for him to enjoy.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulled her off of him with a small 'pop.' She stared up at him, challenging, eyes black with rims of blue. He could feel the will rolling off of her as her desire increased.

"Magnificent my little queen, now, it is your turn."

Using his hold on her hair he threw her back on the rug with a thud. He did so enjoy when things were a little more exciting.

Elaina hit the floor with a growl. "You basta-" her rebuke was silenced as Reaver deftly dropped to his knees before her and dove headfirst into the soft folds between her legs. Reaver was naturally an expert at all things sex; it comes with many years and years of practice. He wrapped his arms around her legs and lower body to hold her still as his tongue quickly found its target. He ravished her clitoris, sucking lightly on it and licking her from her innermost pleasure back up.

The Queen, for once, was speechless. Her entire body felt as if it were aflame, her leg twitching with every swipe of his tongue. She shoved her hands into the thickness of his black hair. He chuckled against her, the warmth of his breath tickling her inner thighs. Involuntarily, her hips bucked up against him as he continued licking her. Soon, she could feel his hand rubbing softly against her thigh before moving closer to her opening. She could feel the wetness of her (and him) running down her legs as that finger slowly entered her. Her voice caught in her throat as she felt it pumping in and out, stroking some spot deep inside her. She writhed on the floor, becoming aware of how loud she was this entire time. She was practically wailing as he finger fucked her in her own War Room.

Elaina hastily threw her arm over her face and bit down on it as Reaver added a second finger. His tongue never missed a beat as he continued licking her, his fingers making a strange forward stroking motion against that spot again. She could feel an intense warmth spreading through her entire body. Her abdomen felt so tight, impossibly tight; it almost hurt she was wound so tightly. All she could feel was him, his tongue, his fingers, and his hair tickling her lower body. She felt weightless, her body shaking horribly against him.

Then, it happened.

All at once the stars in the night sky exploded like a supernova behind her eyes. Her body lurched up, and her back arched uncontrollably. She could feel her insides convulsing, throbbing around Reaver's fingers, all the while he continued tormenting her. She bit into her flesh, drawing blood around the teeth marks as she rode out the intensity. Slowly, she felt herself fall back to the floor, her body still twitching as she let go of her arm panting like a damned animal. She felt filthy, covered in sweat, blood, her own fluids, and Reaver's saliva. Meanwhile, the offender in question peaked up at her with a typical grin, his face glistening in the firelight.

"Was that, satisfactory, my Queen?" The smug bastard. Elaina opened her mouth to speak but could not find the words. She closed her eyes and continued trying to find her legs and arms once again.

"I'll take that, as a yes."

Sitting up on his knees he wiped his face with a part of her dress that was cast aside on the floor. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted them up so that he could situate himself between them more comfortably.

"And now, the pièce de résistance."

Elaina's eyes widened as her weakened body slowly regained feeling. The older male grasped his straining member and stroked the head against the cooling wetness between her legs. The Queen felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and a twisting feeling of uncertainty. It was too late to turn back now. She swallowed hard, gripping the rug as Reaver's red eyes locked onto hers. An eternity seemed to pass before a smirk passed over his lips and he thrust into her, burying his thick length to the hilt. A cry of surprise and pain escaped her lips as she felt backward onto the rug. Stilling herself, she gritted her teeth against the sudden pain that erupted and spread across her lower half.

Reaver laughed heartily through the sudden tightness that nearly left him breathless, but he certainly wouldn't let her know that. Leaning down he let his hands come to rest on the floor on either side of her head.

Opening her eyes at the shift of weight Elaina looked through misty eyes at the face above hers. A shaky breath left her body as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, sealing them together and pushing him impossibly further into her. The pain was subsiding, and now she was beginning to think that if he didn't move, she was going to perish there on the floor.

The smooth limbs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to the warmth. Yes, now was the time. Pulling out slowly Reaver watched the Queen's face with baited excitement. Virgins were always the most expressive. He slammed a little more roughly than intended back into her as the Queen's hands gripped his shoulders tightly while she growled beneath him.

"Ah, you like that do you?" A playful tone in his voice, he repeated the action, eliciting a stronger response.

"Y-yes!" The Queen replied, breathless, her head lulling back to expose her flushed throat. Reaver attacked it with his mouth, biting and sucking on the tender flesh. He could feel the will cracking in the air once again as her hands gripped him with bruising strength. He was fucking her without any restraint now, their sex filling the room with wet, sloppy sounds.

"No, please," she whimpered, covering her face with embarrassment. Elaina had never heard such sounds! Her body was reacting to Reaver's touch and setting her aflame. She felt like she was melting, hot lava flowing between them.

Laughing, Reaver purposefully slowed his pace; grabbing her left leg, he lifted it up so he could see between them. He pumped his cock into her dripping pussy, causing the sound to be more audible.

"What's, the matter, pet?" His breathing was heavy, he paused between speaking, emphasizing his words with his thrusts.

"Does this, ha, embarrass you?" Free hand finding the sensitive nub between her thighs once again, he began rubbing small circles on her clit as he slowly, fucked her into the carpet.

Thrashing her head back and forth, Elaina moaned into her hands. Her loins felt like they were on fire once again as he toyed with her. The sounds making her face flush and feel hot against her hands.

Reaver stopped rubbing her to wrap the hand around that long elegant neck. Elaina looked up at him with wide eyes, her hands wrapping around his wrist out of precaution. He continued thrusting into her, hard, the wet sound of their skin only growing more intense.

"My dear queen," The man gritted through his teeth, "I asked you, a question," Reaver couldn't hide that he was enjoying this immensely. He hadn't felt this enraptured with a fuck in decades. The queen stared into his eyes through her half-lidded eyes. Her mouth parted, small gasps and moans escaping her with each movement of his hips. Yes, he had her where he wanted her.

"Are. You. Embarrassed?" He punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust, making the noises all the more obscene. She shuddered as she felt her orgasm approach. Back arching off the ground, she cried, "Yeeeeesss!"

Reaver's hips stuttered as he suddenly felt the woman beneath him clamp down on him hard. The pulsing around his cock sent his orgasm suddenly ripping through his body. Biting his lip he groaned, bringing a bit of blood where he had held on just a bit too tight. Elaina felt as if she was fluttering out of her body for the second time tonight. Every nerve ending she possessed was alive and alight was pleasure. She was gasping, trying to catch her breath as her orgasm slowed.

Pulse…pulse…pulse…

Blinking once, twice, she realized she held onto Reaver's biceps with an iron grip. He was breathing heavily on top of her. His hair slick with sweat, stuck to his face that was slightly red with a post-copulation glow. Red eyes looked down as a smirk crossed his face. Elaina should be furious, but she could only feel her heart beating heavily in her chest.

Reaver pulled out slowly, causing the Queen to wince ever so slightly from the now encroaching discomfort. The man sighed as he stood up, walking back to where their clothing had been discarded.

"Well then!" Reaver eyed the flushed Queen as she flopped back onto the plush rug boneless. "That was certainly a nice little romp!" Opening her eyes, Elaina looked up at him.

"Romp?" Eyebrow raised.

The industrious man chuckled, "Why yes, a romp, you know. A roll in the hay. A Lay. A good fuck," he spat the word precariously as Elaina flinched.

Of course, she thought to herself.

"Well Reaver, you've had your royal fuck. Don't you think you ought to take your leave? We do have court in the morning,"

Smiling delightedly as he gathered his things Reaver couldn't help but laugh again, "Why my Queen, you're quite right. Which reminds me, there was something that I came here to disc-"

Before he could even finish the sentence, Elaina stood up and slapped him across his damned beautiful face. Red eyes were wide; he was not expecting that.

Looking back he was startled to see blue eyes glistening and staring at him in the firelight.

"Get out…." She seethed, retracting her hand and covering her nakedness with her arms.

A silent minute passed between them before Elaina took a step back and found her ripped dress upon the floor. Picking it up she covered her body and looked up at the man. Eyes now void of any form of emotion.

"Leave me."

Reaver stared for another moment before bowing curtly and turning to take his leave, still very much undressed. Elaina was sure she'd have to answer for that in the morning. As soon as the man was gone from the room, Elaina threw the dress and the rest of her outfit into the fireplace.

"Damnable Reaver," she cursed him, her body now feeling cold and empty.