A/N: Thank you everyone for your reviews and impressions on the first part of this story. I giggled at many of them (looking at you, Clamchick) Getting feedback makes writing even more enjoyable. So, thanks to each one of you who faved, followed or reviewed and I hope the second and final part doesn't disappoint too much.

All Hail The Queen

Part II

The blushing bride of sorts thought about how her husband had been so stupid just a week before when trying to get her to sign up for the mating ritual of the Thieves Guild.

'All he had to do was mention the pampering day I would get in preparation for the ritual and I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat,' she thought lazily while soaking in the most perfectly run bath she had ever had.

It was simply the perfect temperature, not so cold you get goosebumps, and not so hot you feel lightheaded. Plus, the room was filled with that perfect aroma coming off the bath vapors, a mix of ultra-relaxing scents. The candlelight and the soft music made the perfect combo to melt away her anxiety about what would happen in a few hours.

They flew into New Orleans the previous day. At arrival, the couple was promptly separated, cell phones were stored securely away from them. Remy was taken to his father's house, while Rogue was driven to a different location. Her ride had taken about ten minutes, so she concluded she couldn't be staying that far from him.

Mrs. LeBeau was brought to a beautiful house which featured a luxurious entry foyer with marble floors. There was a stunning three-story atrium that led to the upper floors. The house was virtually empty, it was only her and the two ladies who had driven her there and were acting like her handmaids. Ever since they arrived, the two ladies were making sure her every need was met.

'One could easily get used to this,' she thought while submerging into the water for a second. When she came back up, the older of the two ladies was right there. She seemed to have been conjured out of thin air and kept staring at her. Directing a kind benevolent smile her way, she offered Rogue a towel. Too late, Rogue was startled at her sudden appearance anyway.

'What the hell! Errr... sorry, but geez! You freaked me out."

"I apologize, my dear. I'm sorry to interrupt your bath, but it's time for you to come."

The lady directed her to an adjacent room that looked more like a spa treatment one. She changed into a fluffy towel robe and was offered some herbal tea to drink. All that delicate classy food they were giving her throughout the day was not quite cutting it. Rogue was seriously considering asking them to order a pizza instead. However, her voice was caught in her throat when she noticed the infamous white cloak hanging on a hook in the corner of the room.

Saying it was white was paying it an over the top compliment. You couldn't affirm it was white, to begin with. It had that creamy yellowish color typical of luxurious fabrics that had seen better days, like your grandmother's wedding dress, for example. Rogue stared at it with a disdainful look.

"Gross!" Rogue muttered under her breath before she could stop herself, getting a very disapproving look from her hostess. She thought of all the cum that piece must have been subjected to throughout centuries.

"It's a rich fabric, the color has been touched by age, yes. But it's still a stunning piece. You'll be happy to hear that I had it dry cleaned for you, Mrs. LeBeau." Rogue frowned at her and wondered if the woman was a telepath. One never knows.

Just then, the second lady came into the room. She seemed to be in a rush, she was holding a vial that she carefully placed on a little table by the cloak. The 'oh-no, oh-no-no-no-no' meme song played in Rogue's head at the sight of the little glass container. Was that an elixir? Or maybe a drug they would make her drink? Perhaps something to make her lose her sense of inhibition? You could expect virtually anything from the Adams Family of the swamps.

Sensing her uneasiness, the older lady explained that was just a special perfume for the ceremony. Rogue was satisfied with her explanation and went back to her more relaxed self. Then, they proceeded to splash her body with aphrodisiac scented oils and massage her body vigorously. The massage was superb and Rogue would groan from time to time at the exquisite calming sensation.

For a moment she wondered if Remy was getting that same sort of treatment. Little did she know at that very moment the lucky bastard was busy playing cards with his cousins, downing beers and eating junk. To each their own, after all, that was Remy's definition of a nearly perfect day. A completely perfect day would be a day spent having sex with his lovely wife. Since that was about to happen soon, fuck yeah, he thought he was having a perfect day.

The massage came to an end and her body was promptly pat dried with soft towels. Some of the excess oil was removed but her skin was still slippery.

She got so relaxed that she was almost falling asleep when the younger lady started brushing her hair delicately. She used a magnificent hair brush that looked like it could have belonged to Marie Antoinette. Considering we are talking about the Thieves Guild here, it might as well have been hers. Jean-Luc's house was filled with objects and artwork that belonged somewhere else, most probably in some museum in Europe.

"Your hair is so gorgeous! In fact, you two make such a beautiful couple." She said softly. Rogue thanked her timidly. "You're so lucky! You will make the most beautiful babies!"

'What's with these people and this need for babies?' Rogue thought, a little bit annoyed.

"You are going to become our queen today! I know you'll make a good one. You must be so excited!" Excited was not quite the word Rogue had in mind, so she just didn't say anything in reply.

After the girl was satisfied with all that hair brushing, she braided Rogue's hair beautifully. Two braids on each side of her head met and made one beautiful long braid. Little white flowers were added to further beautify the hairdo. She would look like a princess bride if she had a dress to wear. Much to her dismay, she didn't. She was not even allowed underwear, it was just that huge ancient- looking white cloak.

She disrobed to put the cloak over her sweet smelling skin and immediately felt shy and self-conscious for being naked in front of two complete strangers. If she was feeling that way in front of two women, how in the world would she able to carry on with the plan, having sex with her husband in front of God knows how many unknown men. Not to mention a very well-know man, her father-in-law, who would be having many family dinners with her for years to come.

Once her body was covered, and she was ready to go, one of the ladies rushed for the vial.

"Let's not forget this!" She told Anna Marie. "This is a little secret I'm giving you as a bonus. Think of it as a present from us, women of the Guild, to you. It will help you with the ritual." She continued as she applied some generous amount of the liquid on her neck.

"Why? How? What does it do?"

"These drops are gold, mon cherie. They will make your man come alive during the ceremony. It's a super potent aphrodisiac scent with a little bit of New Orleans magic." The woman proudly announced winking at her.

So, they were basically trying to enhance the libido of a man who could easily spend a whole day having sex without ever losing his interest? The Kenny G that was playing inside her state-of-nirvana mind after a day of spa treatments were again replaced by the 'oh, no' song. So much for their celibacy week, hoping for a shorter moment of embarrassment.

"Nooooo! Can I wash this off?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"You don't understand! My husband is THE most famous male slut of the mutant kind! He doesn't need ANY encouragement!"

"Desolée, madame. But we don't have the time. We really have to go now."

The way things were going, their ceremony would be the tale of tales for boys in puberty to talk about for the next coming centuries.

The penumbral underground room had stone walls and was located underneath a seemingly unsuspecting house nearby. The hidden facility looked age-old, probably over a hundred years old.

The space was dimly lit as Remy had promised it would be. The only source of light came from a few thick candles that were held high in long brass candlesticks. The atmosphere was eerie.

There was a wooden catwalk of sorts that crossed the middle of the room and would lead to the notorious Guildmaster's chair. Other intricately carved oak chairs were placed against the wall on each side of the room. There were about ten chairs, give or take, so that was the number of council members who would be watching.

When Rogue stepped into the room wearing nothing but her white cloak everyone raised from their seats. Remy was already there and he too stood up. His longing eyes sought hers and when their gaze met, his lips stretched maliciously to one side. He looked like the cat who ate the canary and couldn't wipe off that smirk of his face if his life depended on it. Rogue, on the other hand, was not so overjoyed. Her cheeks burned crimson in embarrassment. Then, she remembered what he had told her at home just two days before.

"Remember when you took me in your arms and flew with me for the very first time? You said 'Swamp rat, whatever you do, don't look down!' You have to keep that same line of thinking on this one, mon amour. Look at me only, all the time, don't look at them and it will be fine."

Following his advice, she kept her eyes fixated on her man. She gave him a quick once over. The woman Remy LeBeau absolutely adored wasn't the least thrilled to learn that he most definitely hadn't spent his day getting ready for her.

'The son of a bitch hasn't even shaved!' she thought as she glared at his two-day stubble. On top of that, she thought he looked like a wet cat.

Remy played cards all day long and only took a quick shower half an hour before the ceremony. He managed to spare an extra minute to wash his hair, though, and even combed it! Should she applaud such an effort? Not at all, she preferred his shaggy hair to that. The slick hairdo made him look like a boy ready for Sunday church. Definitely not his best look.

Despite all that, Rogue was glad to find that at least nothing was poking out of his cloak yet. She sighed in relief.

'At least it seems they didn't slip him a viagra,' she concluded. 'Count your blessings, Anna.' She reminded herself.

Jean-Luc stepped out of the shadows on the corner he had been sitting in and started reading from a leather-covered book. The reading was not in English or not even inFrench, though it sounded like the last one a bit. The texts were in Louisiana Creole and the only words Rogue could make out were both their names. After a while, she stopped trying.

Just then, her nostrils were filled with an irresistible aroma as she approached her husband. All the while she was holding onto her cloak for dear life so that it wouldn't slide open as she walked. Ignoring everyone around, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath to better appreciate his smell the moment she was next to him.

"Remy, sugar! You smell delicious!" she whispered for his ears only. He chuckled and said he could say the same about her.

"I missed you, chére." He spoke in a hoarse voice. Fires of passion burned in his eyes as he looked down at her.

"I missed you t..."

Before she could say anything else, Remy took her mouth passionately, swiping his tongue over her lips so he would have full access to her mouth. His desperate kissing was taking her breath away. Her heart was racing, her body temperature rising at each passing second, she moaned against his lips as her head started spinning at the mere touch of his lips.

Jean-Luc wasn't quite finished with his reading when Remy started trailing kisses down her neck, traveling down her body until his lips were around a nipple, his tongue encircling it in a fashion that he knew she loved. The hood was covering his head so people couldn't see much. But Rogue was having none of that.

'I prefer to have people seeing my tits than looking down and having the impression I'm fucking a member of the KKK.'

Even though his father cleared his throat for a second time, he continued his dedicated ministration making his wife throw her head back. A loud and clear moan of pleasure escaped her lips. There was some soft murmuring but the couple was so drunk in love and lust at this point that they didn't even register it. Remy was about to go down on her when amongst the voices in the background he heard someone say 'La chaise!' and that's when he remembered about how he had to christen the goddamn chair.

Remy looked over his shoulder to see the infamous chair and wished for a moment he could explode it just with the power of his rage. Stupid chair! He stepped back until his legs hit the ancient piece of furniture. He sat down with a thump and ran a hand over his wife's waist, pulling her to straddle him. They went back to kissing while Rogue struggled with her positioning.

At that moment, she understood why they treated her skin so that it would be that smooth and slippery. Still, her legs and his ass just wouldn't fit the seat of the chair. So, she had to support herself over his thighs. After a little bit more nipple play and some fingering which no one could see under the fabrics, but could well imagine, she sat down on his cock, letting her body slide gently and slowly. Remy let out a deep guttural groan at that sensation and it wasn't long until she was pumping her body up and down against his.

'It's a pity I couldn't bring our toys. I know you love your butt plug when you're straddling me.' He whispered in her ear, which kind of ruined the moment for her because now she missed the toy. Yes, it was a perfect combination. Just the thought of it, and Remy cupping her ass in his hands like that, teasing her at times, made her lose control. She was bumping and grinding like mad when Remy let out an 'ouch'.

"Oopsie." she said.

"Chére, you almost broke my dick." He whispered really low hoping to God that only she would be able to hear. Something about a little chuckle coming from the far corner of the room told him that other ears were blessed with that piece of information as well. Things were going great!

"Why did it have to be on a stupid fucking chair?" He grumbled.

Then, she suggested she sit on him, lap dance style which he usually really appreciated. Her moves, having her wriggling like that as she sat down and up on him, over and over again really got him going, but not being able to see her pretty ass took part of the fun away.

After about twenty minutes of that, her husband was not showing any signs of getting close to an orgasm and she was done with all those squats. Even superhero mutants had their limits, she was feeling her thigh muscles getting slightly sore. She had come three times already, he made sure her clit got rubbed just the right way and she would explode in a multitude of pleasurable sensations. But not him, oh no, sir.

The clock was ticking and all they needed was him to come. After a while, they started not noticing or caring about the presence of other people so much. It had become a quest, a mission! They tried numerous sex positions and Remy still wouldn't come, he only seemed to get more fired up at each passing moment.

Rogue was getting more creative with position suggestions. They even tried the seated wheelbarrow, which required quite a lot of skills, acrobatics, and a ton of work from Rogue's arms to support her torso off the ground, looking like, you guessed it, a wheelbarrow. That room had definitely not seen that one and many others they tried before. Moans and groans were the sounds that dominated the room followed by occasional swear words and desperate cries for 'More!' 'Harder!' 'Faster!' and even more romantic words like sweet 'I love yous'.

Curiously enough, the man and his wife never seemed to give up or lose their interest. They were going on for what seemed to be forever and a day. People began to get fidgety, hungry, thirsty, and whatnot. That ceremony was usually a fifteen minutes to half an hour business tops, so no one was prepared to be there for that long. There was only so much of watching two white cloaks humping and fluttering about that one person could take, it started to get tedious.

Just then, Rogue had a eureka moment.

'It's the visuals! That's what he's missing. Remy is a very visual guy.'

Without thinking twice, she threw all care out of the window, trying hard not to think of Jean-Luc and the others in the room, and freed her body from the white cloak leaving literally nothing at all to the imagination. Some gasps could be heard after her audacious move. Remy's eyes melted at the sight of her naked glorious body. He was invaded by some animalistic hunger for her, he stood up and she followed suit, he made a fist in her hair and pulled her into a breathtaking kiss, wrapping her with his arms and unfortunately for the others, shielding some of her exposed body from other eyes with his own cloak.

Once they broke off their kiss, she kneeled on the chair with his back to him who was still standing, and erect. Supporting her torso over the chair backrest, she curved her back as he entered her once again. He banged her in an uncontrollable frenzy doggy style until he was completely spent coming spectacularly for her, inside of her.

It was so raw, so sexual she couldn't resist and orgasmed with him as well. When he was done and they were both panting, fighting desperately for breath, he threw his cloak around her. She threw her head back, nestling it against his shoulder. He was kissing her cheek lovingly and whispering sweet 'Je t'aimes' when everyone raised from their seats and a round of applause erupted, congratulating and blessing the couple.

"All hail our new queen!" Their voices chanted repeatedly.

"I thought I would die and this would never end!' Rogue recognized that voice, it was one of his cousins. She turned around and glared at Remy. She didn't need to say anything, he knew he was so busted. He'd told her there wouldn't be anyone she knew personally there apart from Jean-Luc.

Just then, the ladies who had been Anna Marie's maids came in, carrying a beautiful and apparently new white dress. She would later learn that it followed the principles of something old, something new, something borrowed... The dress was chosen by Remy and custom-made specially for her. One of the women held a golden satin sheet while the other helped the new queen into her magnificent white dress. It hugged her stunning physique to perfection.

"You're our queen now!" she announced ecstatically while she tried to fix her hairdo which was a mess after all that lovemaking.

"Yep, it seems so. And it wasn't an easy feat, sugar! I won't be walking straight tomorrow."

"You're so funny!" She commented in between giggles, leaving Rogue some what astounded by their ways. Wasn't it obvious that she worked HARD for that title? It was not an exaggeration.

Remy showed up by her side the minute the golden sheet was down and his gorgeous wife was revealed, looking like a princess, his princess. He was also dressed now. He interlaced his fingers in hers while her father-in-law presented what seemed to be like a delicate wedding tiara, it was an elegant silver crown adorned with diamonds.

"You never told me there would be an actual coronation." She admonished him.

"I thought you'd appreciate the surprise, chére." He said, winking at her.

Just when she thought they would be left alone, there was a banquet waiting for them, prepared by no other than Tante Mattie.

"Great! So she knows about it too? She knows I'm like a porn star now?"

"Relax, mon chére. This is all very natural for us, you see?" He offered casually.

"That actually explains a lot, Mr.Pants-on-fire."

After that, they just relaxed and enjoyed their makeshift second nuptials, the weirdo Thieves Guild style one. Apart from the shameful situation inside the Guild's secret ceremony chamber, the rest of the evening was quite enjoyable. Remy's family treated her like a queen indeed. They had their own unique way of making her feel cherished and appreciated.

Remy promised his wife that the thieves were very discreet about their ceremonies and she had nothing to fear. They had a 'whatever happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas' attitude, for obvious reasons. They were thieves, after all.

However, something about a wheelbarrow carelessly left in sight whenever they came over to his father's told her that they did talk.

"Fils de pute!" Remy muttered under his breath when he spotted the tool. "I'm gonna explode your fucking asses!" He threatened, only for Rogue to see two teenagers snickering and running off from the shadows where they had been hiding.

No luck. The thieves did talk and Rogue was undoubtedly going to be teenage thieves' wet dreams celebrity for years and years to come.

THE END