NC-17 for the naughty

Tony's form solidified in his chambers and he turned to Michelle as she bent over to rest her hands against her knees. "Ya shouldn't have done that."

Michelle didn't look up, just kept her eyes closed trying to fend off the nausea and dizziness. She'd be happy if she could get the hang of shimmering. Finally she felt it was safe to straighten up and she did slowly, once she got a look at where she was. Not that she really knew exactly where she was.

"Where are we?" She looked around inside the dim room. Torches lit the stone walls making everything in the room throw a shadow, including Tony. The desks along the walls were covered with scattered papers and she cut her eyes at the bed in the corner. The room was huge.

Tony watched her look around nervously. He scratched his cheek and turned to the desk closest to him as he spoke. "You're in my chambers. Well, one of my chambers."

One of her eyebrows rose. "Chambers? As in, 'underworld' chambers?"

He didn't look over at her but snorted at the tone of her voice. "Yeah, sweetheart. You're officially standing in the chambers of the prince of the underworld." This time he leered at her. "Impressed?"

Michelle tilted her head as if saying "are you kidding?" She went back to looking around, this time brave enough to move closer to things. "You're so full of yourself, you know that Almeida." Tony lightly chuckled and she smiled but it faded slightly as something across from his bed caught her attention. She turned to see if he was watching her and when she saw he wasn't, she approached the item. Once she was close enough she could see silver liquid filling a stone bowl. Her fingers ran over the carvings in the side of it and the podium it rested on. She couldn't read it so she assumed it was in demon. Michelle leaned closer over the side to look into the liquid when it started to glow.

The brightness startled her and she attempted to step back when she met something solid. Before she could turn, Tony wrapped one arm around her waist and bent to whisper in her ear. "I may be full of myself, but you're a snoop." His breath tickled her skin and he nosed her hair away from the side of her neck, running his lips along what he uncovered. Michelle closed her eyes and tilt her head to the side to give him more access. He reached around her with his free arm and placed his palm over the top of the liquid. "This is an anblick ." Her eyes opened slowly and she watched as his fingers skimmed the top of the pool. "I use it to scry. To watch over...things." His arm tightened around her and she could feel his hardness pressing into her from behind. Tony's head dipped back down to her temple. "I used it to watch you."

Michelle turned in his arms at his admission. He thought maybe he'd offended her until she looked up at him. He definitely didn't see anger in her eyes. She ran one hand over his chest, stopping it over his heart. Tony held her gaze as he pulled her into him. "Tony...tell me about the binding." She fiddled with the collar of his shirt. "Why did you do it?"

"You scare me." When she looked at him confused he continued. "Karen isn't far from the truth when she says I did it to get into your life. I did, but not for the reasons she thinks." He ran one hand through her hair slowly. "This is hard for me, Michelle. Talking about this. Where I come from, we don't ask, we just do. If I want something, I take it." She shuddered at the hard tone of his voice. "But when I saw you...I've never felt love before. You are more addictive than anything I've ever experienced in over a hundred years." He kissed her hard and it took her by surprise at first. He pulled away right when she started to kiss him back. "I wanted to give ya something." They were both breathing hard, lips barely touching again as he spoke. "I knew I could never give you something as pure as you gave me. So I gave you the only part of me I had left."

Michelle didn't hesitate, just pulled him back to her lips. His hands tightened on her waist as the kiss got more passionate by the second. When they broke to breathe she pulled on his shirt as she started to walk backwards towards his bed. Tony couldn't wait that long so he bent and picked her up by the thighs, back at her mouth the entire time. He turned at the last few steps and sat down on the bed, bringing her down to straddle him.

Her hands ran through his hair as she bumped noses with him, trying to speak. "Don't use magic." He gripped the back of her head and pulled slightly to get her to look at him. Her eyes were glassy and soft and he never wanted her to stop looking at him like that. "I just want to feel you." She kissed him hard again. "Just you."

Tony groaned at her request and somehow got them both naked without having to move her. He may have broken her magic rule for that, but he planned on giving her exactly what she asked for from here on out. She was grinding into his lap and he ran his hands up her back, pushing one of her breasts towards his mouth. The noise she made as he sucked went straight to his cock and he couldn't take much more of this. She was wet and warm, sliding herself up and down his shaft. "Fuck, Michelle..."

He whispered the obscenity between her breasts, his breath making her skin muggy. The torches made the room warm or maybe it was just the fact they were in hell. Either way her hair was starting to stick to the sides of her face. The temperature didn't seem to phase him at all. Tony reached down between them and gripped himself, teasing her opening with the head. "Lift up, baby."

Michelle's head was fuzzy but she sat up on her knees and let her weight push her down, taking him deep inside her. They both groaned. Her hands tightened in his hair and he rest his head under her chin. She started moving slowly, up and down, letting his hands guide her over him. He matched her pace but pushed hard, moving his hands to grip her ass. Malphas was pushing below the surface, reaching out to try and feel her but Tony pushed back. Anger burned through him and he felt his eyes turn but he kept them down so she couldn't see. He should have known she'd feel the change in him.

Michelle stopped moving and raised his face up so she could see him. He kept his eyes closed and his face turned away from her. "Tony, look at me...please." He cracked his eyes open and she could see the inky blackness. She dropped her forehead to his. "Tell me. I want to know what it feels like. What does he feel for me?"

"Anger. He's angry I won't let him closer. He can feel ya just as much as I can." He pushed up into her and she moaned. "We are possessive. I am possessive." Michelle kissed him and started moving again. "Then posses me."

Tony dropped his head back to her chest and did his best to carry out her request.

Dane shivered as he passed through the archway. He swayed just slightly from the amount of power pulsing in the room. Not very many demons were allowed inside the Source's chambers and the magic their creator held was intoxicating. Demons were drawn to evil and being this close to most concentrated form of it was throwing him off balance. He was an upper level demon, but it still had a great effect on him.

He approached the empty throne and dropped to one knee, his gaze dropping to the floor as well. It wasn't long before he felt the Source enter.

"What news do you bring me?"

Dane kept his eyes down as he spoke. "The prince has returned to one of his quarters. He has wards placed around all of them that make it impossible for me to enter. But I was able to place a tracking spell. I'll know whenever he enters any of the chambers we have located."

"Good. Do not worry about breaking his wards. I'll handle this personally when the time comes."

The demon chanced a glance up and quickly lowered his eyes again. There was nothing to see under the hood the Source wore. But the ongoing emptiness where a face should be was disconcerting. "There's more my lord."

"Speak then."

"He has the witch with him. The charmed one he's taken up with."

The Source slowly stood from his throne and started to pace the chamber. "He dares bring one of them to the underworld? His stupidity is insulting. The prince is arrogant enough to think she is under no threat down here while he's with her." He stopped pacing. If he had a face, he'd be smiling. "His arrogance will work in our favor."

"How do you mean, my lord?"

"No doubt he will continue to use his chambers to hide. If he's brought her there once, he'll bring her there again. And when he does, we will act."

"I know you can break the wards, my lord. But if the prince never leaves her side, how do we get close to her?"

"He's bound himself to her." Dane couldn't help looking up at his master then. What the prince had done, it was unheard of. "We wait for the fool to bring her back down. When he does, we arrange for a little, distraction, on the surface. Once she's alone, we take her. He will have no choice but to answer her call and when he does, we'll be ready."

"Forgive my questioning, my lord. But if we want to just kill her, why not go ahead and do it on the surface?"

"We won't kill her, you idiot." Dane dropped his head quickly. "He's still the best assassin I have. He still commands my armies. He will not rejoin our forces if I kill her. But if we make the witch reject him, he will come crawling back like the snake he is."

"But...if she already accepts him knowing he's a demon, why would she reject him now?"

"He is the prince of the underworld, Dane. Malphas she's seen, surely. But she won't be so accepting when she sees what he becomes in times of war. And we will make sure she understands exactly what kind of creature she's gotten involved with."