Ok yes it's been beyond a minute. My mojo has been restored and a much needed vacation has rejuvenated my writer's brain. Please enjoy this update.

Going somewhere?

Are you?

Am I?

Going somewhere?

Ah, no no was well yes I was going to my classroom. I, I forgot I have an appointment I can't miss.

Must be important to have you so flushed.

Excuse me?

You seem flushed,

Wh…why do you say that?

For starters, you're classroom is that way." He points in the opposite direction of where she was heading.

"So it is. Well, if you'll excuse me." She has to get out of here. He is so fucking hot she can't think. Her heart is racing and her thighs are on fire. She turns to go back to her classroom.

"Wait. Please wait. I want to talk to you."

She turns back towards Rick.

"Why? Why do you want to talk to me?" she asks. He walks closer to her, completely invading her space.

"Because I can't think of anything else that would make me happier." His eyes catch hers in a tight embrace. She can't look away. The blue of his eyes…blue isn't a good enough description. Cerulean maybe, or no, turquoise. She can't breathe, she can't move. Rick raises his hand to caress her cheek. He breathes in her scent. "Can you feel it? Can you feel me?"

Michonne catches her breath. Rick trails his fingers softly over her lips. Her tongue darts out to taste his fingers. His breath hitches. He pushes his hips into hers. "Feel me Michonne" His groin is hard. Fuck, is that all his dick, she thinks to herself. He leans kin and nibbles her neck. "Feel me."

She freezes.

FLASHES

Michonne and the stranger. They're dancing in a ballroom. They're laughing and enjoying each other's company. She looks to the side and sees her father and step-mother. Her father is smiling while her step-mother glares at her. The stranger grabs her hand bringing it to his mouth. The stranger's face is Rick.

FLASH

A garden. Michonne and Rick are holding hands, sitting quietly.

"Thank you for having me. Did you really cook the roast yourself. I can't imagine your father allowing such a thing."

"He's so happy that I invited a suitor over for dinner, he pretty much ignored me helping cook in the kitchen. I've always been fascinated by it. Like who figured out a chicken should be plucked. How many times did people eat the feathers before that was solved.' She laughs to herself. "What."

"I'm going to kiss you now and I hope you like it."

"I've been waiting for you to say that all night."

FLASH

Her hands dangle form hooks from the ceiling. Her brow is covered in sweat. Her breast bounce slightly with each thrust. Her nipples straining, begging to be touched. Her thighs are secured around his neck. His face buried in her moist cunt. Her sweet nectar covering his lips and nose. Her feasts on her center, sucking, biting, slurping everything she has to give him. Her clit throbs from his attention; pink and perfect accepting his tongue and lips fervently combining her juices with his spit creating a flavor unique to them.

"Ma reine. Montez-moi. J'emmerde ma bouche"

"Oui Dominus. Oui, mon roi"

He quickly stands, holding her hips in place. He places his tip at her entrance. He rubs up and down her lips. Spreading their mixed juices together. He gives no warning and slams into her, filling her up as deep as plausible. He mercilessly begins to pound her pussy. She meets every thrust, pushing her hips onto his cock squeezing her thighs around him. He holds her up with no effort, pulling her into him with ease.

"Michea, Ma reine. Je te marque. Je jure avant tout de te protéger, de t'aimer. Nos corps sont les uns pour les autres seuls; votre chatte appartient à ma bite seule. Ton sperme est à moi seul. Je te marque avec mon essence, ma Reine pour l'éternité. Accepter, accepter et être le mien. Accepter et être un.

(my queen. I mark thee. I swear before all to protect you, to love you. Our bodies are for each other alone; your pussy belongs to my cock alone. Your cum is mine alone. I mark thee with my essence, my queen for all eternity. Accept, accept and be mine. Accept and be one.")

She starts to shake. Her orgasm is taking complete control of her body ."I accept!" He pulls out and squirts stream upon stream of cum all over her drenched lips. Her clit spasms as his cum soaks her folds. He quickly slams back in mixing their cum together all over his cock. "Oh Mich..MIchhoo…

END FLASHES

"Michonne. Michonne. Michonne are you ok? Wake up!"

She hears her name being called. She starts to open her eyes. Rick is hovering over her.

"Michonne. Are you ok?

"What happened? Why am I on the ground."

"You fainted. We were talking and you started to shake and you just, collapsed. Are you sure you're ok? Should I take you to the hospital?"

She looks back at Rick. He looks very worried. She's touched by his concern for her, but then she remembers what they were talking about. His dick. His hard dick was against her center and then she saw…she saw.

"I need to go home." She tries to get up quickly but wobbles while standing up.

"Let me drive you. You shouldn't be alone right now."

"I'm fine really I can manage. I just, I need to go to bed." She looks at him and he smirks at her. "I mean some sleep. I need some sleep. I'll be just fine."

"Michonne, before.-"

"You don't have to say anything. We're co-workers. It should be left at that. I love this job and let's just be friends."

"You don't want to be friends." He says, staring at her daring her to contradict him.

"I don't?"

"No. You want to fuck me too much to be my friend. Just like I want to eat you out way too much to just be your friend. I wanna be what you see when you wake up and I want you to be the last thing I taste before I fall asleep. I want you Michonne and I will have you. "

A flash behind her eyes.

She's in a white dress standing on cliff. He's there in all white. They kiss as if their life is ending. Something starts pulling her away. From him. He screams her name. "Mich…."

flashes back

"What's happening to me? What is this?"

"Look at me Michonne. You know me."

"I do-I don't. I've never seen you before." She tries to walk around him.

"You have. Not with your eyes. In your heart. You know me baby."

"Don't call me that. You don't know me." She pushes past him to run out of the classroom. Her hand is on the doorknob-

"Michea. Je t'appartiens, toujours." (I belong to you always)

Silence. It feels like a lifetime but it's only seconds. Her hand drops from the door. Her hearts stops in her chest. She turns around on him slow and looks into his eyes.

"How the fuck do you know that name?"

Ma reine – My Queen

Mon ron – My King

Je t'appartiens, toujours." I belong to you always