A/N: Thank you for the response, all of you. I hope many of you enjoy this because, well, now we get to see what Evony has planned...

I'd like to clarify, again, that this is not a ship vs ship thing. This is porn (with, like, some vague plot parts running through it) and I'm hoping to encompass equal morridoccubus. - term coined. Let it be known.

If you have any thoughts or feelings, do let me know, I'm happy to hear anything you have to say.

Enjoy!

4.

Lauren stopped outside the Dark Fae building, watching as some man she'd never seen before; Evony, Bo, then Kenzi came through the glass doors. The latter with a milkshake in hand. "-en we will make sure it's not another 'help! I'm kidnapped – but really I want daddy's money' case."

"Kenzi!"

"What? It's true," Kenzi shrugged to Bo. Then to the men, nodded at him. "You'd be surprised how much that shit happens."

"Yes, yes," Evony waved her hand, smiling to who, Lauren assumed, was the Dark Fae Elder. "As you can see, they have it all under control. If you want to discuss things further…" Evony trailed off, catching Lauren standing awkwardly on the sidewalk. "You can contact me. Now if you'll excuse me, my next appointment is about to arrive."

Bo turned, looking to Lauren. Her face lit up as a slow smile peeled over her lips. Kenzi just sucked on the milkshake in hand louder, throwing a half-wave at her direction.

"Hey," Lauren said, bypassing them all. She gave Bo are 'everything okay?' look as she stepped past. Bo nodded once, smiling at her. Okay, so probably not a trap. Probably. Lauren nodded, acknowledging that she understood.

"Later?" Bo asked.

"Later," she agreed, then fixed nervously at her jacket, head held high as she walked into the building. She had to tell Evony, and then...wait. Before punishment was due, she'd request to ring Bo and inform her of what happened, or something.

Evony held the door open for her, allowing the glass door to swing close once they were both inside. Looking back over her shoulder, Lauren became vividly aware about the divide between Evony and herself inside the Dark Fae building, and everyone else, outside. Maybe she should have made for small talk with the Elder first...stalled for time.

"That went well," Evony commented. "The pipsqueak has lacking manners, but he seems to find it charming." Lauren swallowed, looking down at Evony's heels, then back up, over the dress. She was being lead into the elevator.

Right, of course. Evony didn't really seem the type to climb stairs. Following, she entered the elevator, moving to the far back corner. Evony pressed her floor button and turned, looking at her expectantly. "I take it you're here for a reason?"

Lauren smiled shakily, then dropped it, trying not to fiddle with her jacket. "Yes," she agreed, stilling her features to look at the Morrigan. "There's...an issue."

Evony's eyes swept over Lauren before return to focus on her face again. "I see. An emergency?"

"No...not quite. I don't think. I just…" she breathed out. Lost your scrolls. The words didn't come out. Evony leaned back against the elevator bannister, body turning to face her. Maybe she was waiting for her to finish her sentence.

Not going to happen. Lauren looked down away to the mirror-wall of the elevator, and was faced with an infinite amount of Evony's poised against the bannister: her back curved, legs outstretched in heels. There was something ridiculously sexual about the relaxed position.

Numerous images came to mind from the journals. Lauren bit down on her lip, trying to block them from her mind. Fuck. Great, old Londiniun was stuck in her head. Evony, three men, and one other woman who resided between her legs at all times.

The whole chapter was dedicated to orgy. And so spurious. It'd been sitting in her mind for a while. No way anyone's stamina was that great. Fae or not, people had limits.

As she was unable to accept that the books were in fact journals, for the last few hours – during which she turned her house upside down looking for the missing scrolls – she'd been searching for an argument in her head to prove they were fake. Eventually coming to a single conclusion.

"Something the matter, Doctor Lewis?"

She bit her tongue, then the words spilled out: "You lied." Shit. She hadn't meant to say anything.

"About?"

Lauren swallowed. Evony looked at her like the cat that caught the canary. Well, to hell with it. She wanted that grin gone from Evony's face. "The journals. The body is physically incapable of performing half the acts you mentioned. They are not journals, like you said, but self-indulgent, erotic fantasies – and though well written, are entirely false." She folded her arms, trying not to blush for effect.

Evony smirked at her. "I can assure you that everything you read, did happen."

"It's not possible."

"Which parts don't you believe?" Evony asked. Lauren faltered. "Tell me where you're up to. Maybe I can get a better idea to help you picture it."

"Ah…" she stuttered, realizing her mistake. "S-Sade."

"Oh. Before Hellfire then."

"Did you-?"

"No. Not me. I merely used its services on occasion. They're a good read if you get up to them." Evony grinned slowly, watching Lauren's reaction. "I reveled in that time."

Lauren's heart seemed to beat loudly in her ears, images of just what Evony had been doing in that era. A part of her was also curious to know what Hellfire had been like in its prime, what really happened in the meetings. Though if it encompassed Evony, there was nothing good. Probably. Good was a matter of-

Fuck.

"I'm curious Lauren, which part don't you believe?"

"Um."

"Yes?" Evony pushed off the bannister. Lauren inched backwards, pressing against the bannister as she found herself suddenly pinned. She could feel Evony's hands, curved around the metal, thumbs brushing on either side of her body. Holding her eyes, Lauren licked her lips, trying to keep her breathing even.

She had to look up to see her, tilting her head. The louboutin heels making the Morrigan about four inches taller than herself. Shit. She was really tall right then. And her dress' cut was just low enough that...

"Evony…"

"I could show you, if you tell me. Satisfy that human curiosity of yours."

Lauren shivered. The Morrigan leaned in, inclining her head so her lips nearly touched. She breathed in, lifting her head to-

The elevator dinged and Evony stepped back, turning away as the door opened.

Lauren slipped, blinking before she righted herself. Did she...just get cockblocked by an elevator? Breathing slowly, she tried to not be aware of just what that short conversation had done to her. She could feel a short pulse between her legs. Great, just...great. That was not the plan at all.

Evony glanced back at her. "Would you prefer my office?" she asked.

"What?" Lauren snapped her head up.

"My office or the meeting room?" It took a full second to realize that Evony wasn't propositioning her still. Lauren nodded her head. "Which?"

She was smirking at her. Dammit. "Ah-"

"Perhaps you'd prefer the elevator?"

"Mm." Lauren looked down at her feet. This is not what she'd intended at all. The moment she told Evony about the scrolls, the seduction would roll down a fair few notches. The woman was going to do something. Dungeon maybe? Isolation chamber? Something.

Somehow, Lauren couldn't feel fear. She was too busy trying not to lick her lips where Evony's breath had slipped over them.

"Or we could have sex," Evony said.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you coming out or should I leave you there?" Evony was leaning against the door, finger held on the door-open button. Lauren fumbled, trying to stand up straight and walk out steadily. When she caught Evony's eye, she regretted it. Shit. How did she look like everything turned her on?

Cheeks hot, she walked forward, steady on her feet before Evony's hand slid over her hand, tugging her sideways. "This way," Evony guided, opening one of the meeting room doors. Lauren looked down at then hand on her wrist, fingers curling around it loosely.

"Wha– why?"

"Because I have a feeling that whatever you have to tell me, doesn't need an audience." Remembering the glass walls, Lauren felt her chest tighten as she forgot to breathe. Right. Probably not. The hand let go and Lauren lead in to the room.

The meeting room was spacious, holding a large table with chairs dotted around the area. A large black and white, cityscape artwork was at the end of the table. Lauren looked away. She'd been in this room a few times before, since she'd begun working for the Dark. One time Evony had stood at the head, hands flat over the table as she glared at a Light Fae emissary on the opposing side.

Why Lauren chose to remember that now, she didn't know.

Evony moved, setting herself on the edge of the table and watched as she paced around awkwardly, looking from the chairs, to the table and then deciding to just stand before the Morrigan. Fixing her clothes, Lauren prepared herself to begin the speech, trying to clear her mind of everything else.

Evony lifted her chin up, smiling at her and stopping that process.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" Evony asked.

"That," Lauren said, gesturing to her. All of her. Mostly the mischievous smile and the ways her eyes looked like she knew what Lauren was thinking about. "You look…"

"Yes?" Evony was waiting, still looking at her like that.

"Like... You know...?" She gestured again. Evony's eyebrows rose. No, she didn't know. Lauren sighed, looking away. Okay. She was just in a really tense mood. She just needed to tell Evony about the scrolls and- and something. God she wished Bo was here for moral support.

"You thought about me with her," Evony said.

Lauren's brain stopped. What? "Who?"

"Bo."

"I…" Okay, one dream about Bo and Evony did not mean that she thought about them together. That was entirely psychological or something. Natural, in reaction to finding out that the person you've been masturbating too turned out to be real – and your boss. The brain was just working it out, not implying that she wanted to be between both women. Lauren coughed nervously. "One time."

"In sex?"

"What? No, I- oh," Lauren realized the question. She meant thought of her while with Bo. Not. Oh. Evony was smirking at her again. "Stop that."

"Stop asking you questions?" Evony asked.

"Stop...doing the thing where you look like you can read my mind."

"I can," Evony smiled.

"No, you can't." Lauren shook her head. Very aware that the argument was ridiculous. "You can't, because I don't even know what's... So you can't." She lifted her chin petulantly, watching the Morrigan smile as if considering saying something.

"Well, your body language, technically. It gives a lot away," Evony corrected. "But it's all there, on your face, in your posture." The woman eyes ran down the length of her body. Lauren adjusted her stance, feeling an odd mix of approval and discomfort from being looked at like that.

"I don't believe you."

"Oh?" She bit her lip briefly, examining Lauren carefully as if trying to decide if it was a good idea. Lauren waited and Evony reclined back, folding her legs. "Do you want a demonstration?"

It was a challenge. Lauren squared her shoulders, nodding.

"Well, if that's what you want," she flicked her eyes over Lauren's body, then adjusted herself on the table. "I know you're thinking about me, I can see your eyes wander, wondering what it'd be like to play voyeur." Lauren shivered.

Okay. Maybe, but not like-

"I'm also betting," she continued, "that you dreamt about me, thinking what I could do. You definitely thought about me with a hand between your legs. Or maybe both." Lauren felt her breath pull, the argument rising inside of her. "Disregarding that you weren't aware of who I was, you thought about me, thought about what I'd feel like beneath you." Lauren stepped back, watching Evony unfold her legs and rise to her feet again in one, rather seductive, movement. "And right now, you're wondering…" she paused, looking to Lauren's lips.

Lauren felt the anticipation rise inside of her. "Wondering…?" she asked, prompting. Forgetting that this wasn't something she should be encouraging at all.

"Wondering if you'd let me," she said, stepping so she was only a foot away, "You want to know what it feels like." Lauren swallowed, eyes becoming heavy as Evony leant in. She felt her the woman's breath curl over her lips. "Don't you?"

"I…"

"No need to feel embarrassed, Doctor Lewis. If it makes you feel better, I've thought about you." Lauren felt her mouth go dry. Oh, well. She should probably feel discomfort at that, but all she felt was really, really turned on, and curious to just what Evony pictured. Fuck. "You want to know, don't you?" Lauren nodded. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Y-yes…"

"Turn around and face the wall."

Lauren opened her eyes, shivering at how close Evony was. Something about the order, soft, promising, made her submit unquestioningly. She turned, slowly until she was facing the wall, above a foot and a half away. "Place your hands on it."

Lauren obeyed, lifting her hands on the wall as if she was preparing to be frisked searched. "What are you doing?"

She felt Evony's hand brushed blonde hair over her shoulder, her body pressing closer. "Showing you," she told her gently. "Do you want me to stop?" Lauren closed her eyes, bowing her head at the word. Oh good god, she was going to die. "Yes or no, Lauren?"

"No." Her voice came out husked, eyes opening to look at the wall. This was a bad idea, right? Her abdomen twitched, warmth pooling in her belly. Bad idea. Very bad idea.

"No, don't do it, or no don't stop?" Tease. Lauren licked her lips. She was going to make her say it.

"No," she whispered, "Don't stop."

"Good." Evony sounded pleased. Then, Lauren felt hands place on either side of her body. "Tell me if you do want me to stop." Lauren squared her shoulders, pushing against the wall as Evony's hand slipped over her torso, then back up, cupping her breasts.

"Would you actually stop?" she asked.

"Yes," she answered. "Whatever you may think of me, know that right now, you're in complete control of it stopping. I won't argue."

Lauren rolled her eyes to the ceiling, feeling Evony step closer, pressing against her back until she could feel breasts. "What happens after I say stop?"

"We stop, you tell me what you want, and then we either continue, or don't."

Lauren blinked. "That's it?" The hands squeezed over her breasts, lips pressing to the side of her throat. Oh, god. She was not going to ask to stop any time soon. Lauren's arms slacked, feeling Evony suck on a particularly sensitive spot. Biting her lip, Lauren struggled to breathe smoothly.

"That's it," she promised. Her fingers squeezed again, then moved to the buttons of the white shirt. Lauren swallowed. Chest constricting at the very real situation happened. She was about to have sex with her boss, the leader of the Dark Fae. Who thought about her. Shit.

"I…"

"Mm?"

Evony's mouth pressed slowly to her neck, dragging over her pulse. A whimper caught in Lauren's throat, her arms trembling as she felt her shirt's buttons begin to slowly be undone.

"Something you wanted to say?" Evony asked.

Lauren hummed, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt Evony press closer to her. Okay, she could do this, tell about the scrolls. That was important. She should do that before sex, right? She just had to not think of the Morrigan's mouth anywhere. "I- no," she decided. Okay, maybe not with that thigh pressing between her legs, making her aware of the heat. "Nothing, continue as you were."

Evony chuckled. "I see. Tell me Lauren." Her mouth dragged up her neck, pressing a kiss where throat met her jaw. "What do you want?"

"Ah…?"

"I can go slow," she had her shirt undone, sliding nails over her ribs, palms pressing down. Lauren's breath trembled. She could see gooseflesh break out over her arms. "I can be rough," she dragged her nail back over, raking against the skin. Lauren rolled her head back. "Do you like that?" Lauren nodded. "Yes or no?"

"Yes," she answered.

"What do you want?"

"I want...both. Mix. Different." Her brain fumbled to form coherent speech. "Both makes for interesting...reception, when combined with alternating pace and...oh."

"Good." Evony's hands moved to cup her breasts again. "Now, before we begin-" They hadn't yet? Lauren felt both fear at the lack of starting, and anticipation roll over her. She could feel herself pressing against Evony's leg. "I have an important question."

Lauren stared at the wall. Evony had pulled back, hands moving to settle on her waist. They were warm, so warm and soft and Lauren didn't want her to stop as they began drawing circles. "What?" she asked. Then cleared her throat. "What do you want to ask me?"

"Do you have my journals?"

Shit . Lauren flushed, tensing against her. "I…um, well, I have the books."

"I'm sensing a but."

"But I, ah, lost...the scrolls?"

Evony's hands stilled. "I see."

Lauren cringed. "I think someone broke in. And, um, probably thought they were worth something."

"They are," Evony agreed. She slid her fingers back over Lauren's sides, drawing a pattern over her skin as she pressed against her tighter. Lauren's arms trembled, pushing back against the wall when she felt Evony move hers legs to press against the back of her own. "So," the Morrigan asked. "What do you plan to do about it?"

Lauren faltered. She hadn't planned to do anything. "Um…" And it was really hard to think when there were fingers running under the seam of her bra. "I…?" the finger dragged under, against her breast and Lauren bit her lip. Teasing, it was all teasing. She'd barely touched her yet.

Fuck.

"I expect you'll try and find the culprit, bring the scrolls back?"

"Yes," Lauren agreed. She could do that. Ask questions, find out what happened.

"Good. Unfortunately, I can't have this continue unpunished."

Lauren felt her shoulders slacken. Right. Of course. "What happens now?" she asked. She managed to sound only disappointed, rather than scared. Dungeons rising in her mind, isolation...

"Well, as enjoyable as this evening was going to be, I think I'll stop short of it ending."

Lauren's mouth set in a line. Of course. They'd stop, she be taken as prisoner and-

"Whatever you think is about to happen, it isn't, Lauren. Unless...are you afraid of this?"

"This?"

"Sex."

"What?"

"Sex," she repeated. "We can continue this…if you want. Do you want this?" Lauren nodded. Sex was still an option…? Okay, then what? "Good, so do I. But because of your carelessness with my possession, I think...oh, a lack of climax is a good option, don't you?"

"Climax?"

Evony hummed. "If you prefer, I could make you take two weeks off, unpaid, for what happened. Or something else. I'm not opposed to other ideas. But I think this would be much more fun, don't you?"

"Sex?" Lauren said, not quite following, but very aware of the hands on her skin, lips on her shoulder.

"Very good sex. But firstly," Lauren's breath shuddered, eyes flickering shut as Evony slid the lace cups over her breasts. "At any moment you can tell me to stop, change your mind, whatever, and I will. With no repercussions, of course," she told her, tracing her fingertip over the nipple's areola. "Do you understand?"

Lauren nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as the fingers pinched briefly. "Why are you telling me that again?"

"Because, I want you to know that no matter what I do to you, you're in complete control of it ending – unless I choose to end it first, of course," she chuckled, the vibrations running hotly down Lauren's spine. "We should probably discuss a safe word later. For now, it won't be necessary."

"Why?" Lauren asked, closing her eyes. Evony's hands felt so good, she could barely focus on breathing let alone speaking. "Why...this?"

"There's something irresistibly erotic about making someone beg." The word brushed against the shell of her ear. Something electric struck at the word beg, shooting down to glow hotly between her legs. Fuck.

"I don't beg," Lauren told her. She grunted in effort, pushing against Evony. Evony pushed back with ease, but not painfully.

"When I'm done with you, Doctor Lewis, you will beg. And until you give me back what's mine. I'm going to spend however long it takes teasing your body to the peak state of climax and denying you each and every time of that sweet release."

Lauren exhaled, her chest heaving at the thought. "You won't, you'll give up before you can make me beg."

"You read my journals."

"They're not real," Lauren pushed. "You can't...you can't…" fingers were tracing on her skin again and Lauren breathed in sharply. "...Don't have that...patience."

"Oh honey, I'm over two-thousand years old. I have more patience than you could know."

She laughed then, despite the thick cloaking arousal. The Morrigan? Patient? Hah!

"Tell me then, what do you know of my kind?" Evony asked. She seemed unaffected by the humor, focusing her attention elsewhere; Lauren stiffened as fingertips slid over her hips, moving to the waistband of her jeans. Oh god, she could already feel how wet she was. When Evony...

Amusement lost, she pressed her forehead to the wall, trying to focus on the question. She hadn't even realized how close she'd moved to the wall until then.

Warm palms cupped over her waist, dragging up. No. Down. She wanted them down. "Le…leanan sidhe."

"Good, what else?"

"You're an anti-muse."

"Of sorts, not good enough," her hands slid higher, manicure bluntly rolling over Lauren's abdomen.

A shiver rushed from the sensation, over her heart and spread to her breasts. Lauren could literally feel her nipples hardening against the air, her clothes feeling uncomfortably tight on her body. When she rolled her hips, she could feel herself slide against the denim seam.

"Y-you feed off inspiration. Potential from your victims."

"I do," Evony agreed. Her mouth pressed to the erogenous zone between throat and shoulder. Lauren's eyes squeezed shut as the woman's breath rolled over it when she spoke, "What else about my species? Something obvious that you're missing."

Lauren was quiet, trying to ignore the hands on her ribs and the mouth biting down just right on the spot that her knees nearly slide out from under her. God, where she wanted that mouth to be…

"Come on Lauren, don't disappoint me so soon."

"Y-you're cousin t-to succubi," she breathed out.

"Good girl. And what does that mean?"

"I…I don't know. That you feed in sex?"

"Yes, but not the point I was trying to make. It means that where your darling little succubitch was made to fuck," Lauren gasped at the sound, eyes flashing open. Only then was she aware of herself pushing further against Evony's body. "I was made to seduce. I know how to arouse you, make your whole attention focused on me, and only me."

"It won't work," Lauren said hoarsely. "Desire isn't enough to…" she stopped slowly, trembling as one hand slid over her muscles, coming to the button on her jeans. There was a soft pop and Lauren forgot if she'd even been speaking.

"Let's make a bet than, shall we? For every time I make you beg, plead or whimper…" she trailed off, sliding her over the cotton until she came to where it was wet. Her nails scraped over the material, shoving it aside and Lauren moaned at the touch. "Well, I'm sure I can come up with something."