A/N: WARNING: Sex scene.
Just to let you know…
She could not escape the blood. It was a haze in her mind that made her incredibly dizzy.
She was in a dream almost, as she was limp and carried out the door. Alexander held her close as she was covered with his finery.
As she passed into the darkness of the halls she was more awake than ever.
She clung to the vest of The Red Death, as she saw in horror the walls painted red. Decay were everywhere smearing body parts around on the walls and splashing buckets upon the paintings and statues. They turned to cackle at her, snapping their beaks and hissing as they turned to their grisly work. A few took off their hats to bow properly to their queen.
As they went into the main hall she looked up at him. He stood, looking out at the work his minions were busily doing. The sound of dripping blood and cries of agony was everywhere as they painted and lit candles to light the castle of death.
Virginia couldn't take it. She pushed out of her murderous lover's arms and stood up, standing in her red dress amongst the bloody puddles.
The beasts kept on painting and tearing, kept on eating and skinning, kept on putting skulls on tables and fixing red candles to their domes, kept on raping still living or freshly dead women, kept on putting on fine clothing from the dead…
"You…you foul man! You THING! You let your demons destroy and mutilate and set out to kill EVERYONE for CLEANSING!" She pointed at him with terror.
He still stood watching her defy him.
"This isn't cleaning…its massacre. It's barbaric and disgusting…to think you wanted me to love you, a being who wants to reclaim the throne using horrible means of revenge!" Virginia was backing away from him. For good reason obviously.
"Does it scare you my love? To see them punish the sinners?" Alexander cooed.
What does he think? Of course I frightened! "Yes of course it does…it scares me…you scare me…"
Now she was truly afraid.
"My young lady, yet you are to realize that your world is destroyed, especially tonight. This new world around you…" He raised his arms and looked around at the masterpiece of blood. "…will be created from blood. Blood is the life."
"And to do so…you slaughter innocents. Even children! You even let your beasts rape them!" She felt close to crying now as she saw the stairs up to perhaps safety…
"Punishment. And a reward for our minions. They will forge gardens and beauty within the week among the dead." Alexander smiled as he strode to her.
"Get away! Begone!" She hissed as she picked up her skirts and was backing away even faster.
"My dear you cannot escape me. Your distress beckons me to come and smother you with love and roses…and I am commanded to satisfy my lust for you." His tone was serious, his eyes narrowing as he honed in on his helpless prey.
"C-commanded?" She whimpered. She saw the Darkness lords in the shadows…watching…
"When all are dead, you are the only one alive. You will be the only female left in the world. And you will be immortal and tonight…tonight…" He growled with definite sexual undertones. "You will be filled with my seed…"
Her heart could have stopped. But she was a strong woman who saw too much of suffering to know she was to suffer.
"That was your intention with me all along? A concubine?" Tears came forth as she shook. It was what she had feared, what she tried in all her life to avoid…
"More than that my darling. I love you…I truly do love you! You are the goddess of my religion; you are the woman I want to have my children with…"
"Enough! If you love me you wouldn't rape me!" With that she turned and ran up the stairs.
Tears freely fell as she ran and ran, not ever letting herself tire as she ascended the stairs. She looked behind her to see Alexander keeping pace with her.
What fate is this? She thought as she sobbed. To bed the one creature that I have always ran from? Oh Goddess of Womanhood…please…please stop him! Virginia prayed as she climbed up and up the tower.
Still he watched her; still he hungered for the feel of her flesh and the taste of her lips.
She tripped only once, and with dignity and speed she got up and kept on the last stretch of stairs. Her dress torn, panic making her gasp and scramble down the tower hallway. Her mask fell to the steps.
The room was already painted red. Grunting and cackling in the hallway was the painter, glancing at her and going back to his work with the scalp her was smearing. Still she stumbled around and ran, ran to the only room at the end of the hall.
She ran inside, panting, and closed the door.
The room itself was not painted red with blood. It was already red, with the wallpaper and paint. The bed was royal, with gold drapery and fine satin and pillows, a sea of rouge. There were candles already lit, a warm fire in the hearth, expensive statues, clocks, vases, and ornaments on the tables and sides…this room was a bedroom fit for a king.
So this was where Prospero was to bed me tonight…in the King's bedroom, never been opened since the death of Alexander's father…and tonight…She gulped.
And Alexander led me HERE!
Panic again, fear was again rampant in her thoughts. The bed looked like a bed of fire for her to burn on, this place like a room of sin…
Alexander calmly locked the door behind him.
"Why?" She whipped around to face him, crying. The tears were messing up her makeup already.
He gave no answer as he pulled out a red hand kerchief, slowly moving towards her. She backed up, and ran to the wall with her arms at the ready.
"Don't come any closer!" She grabbed a vase for extra measure.
Instead he went to a coat hanger and placed his feathery hat upon it, and he smoothed his straight red hair. The trembling Virginia watched as he hung up his luxurious cape, and then pulled his jacket off, and then took off the sash and the fancy lion cloth over his pants and breeches…
He was stripping basically in her view. His face…it was hard sometimes to see the emotions because of his skull mask, but his eyes and lips were burning with lust. The Red Death desired her, and he was cool, smooth, and suave about it.
She was helpless.
All he wore now was his pants, vest and shirt. He tossed his cravat aside with the brooch on it, his eyes turning towards hers.
It must be done. He thought. He was hesitant in walking to her to wipe her make up off…but what he was ordered to do, and what he really wanted made him strong.
He let the beast take over.
He would terrify her into submission. He would confuse her emotions and make her weak and helpless. In time she would give in to the love she was hiding, but tonight it was highly unlikely she will.
She is a strong woman. The perfect goddess…
Alexander was certainly strong in the physical shape. Virginia was cowering and looking at his body, his red shirt and vest hugging close to his body. The shirt was mostly sheer, showing the outlines of muscled arms and strength…
She remembered the few times when he had held her close, when he kissed and nipped at her throat like a lover…but they were scant seconds then. Now he was going to take it more than a few seconds…
"Please…" She begged. Gently he took the vase from her hands, the handkerchief wiping the face paint and rouge away from her face. Her body felt weak in his arms, like it was just craving to have him make her a woman.
"You know you want this…" The Red Death purred as he finished, his hands held her head, her eyes crying still as she contemplated her choices.
"I don't know…if I do. Because if I do I'll…I'll hate myself for it…but then…I…I…" Virginia pushed him away. Surprised that he let her, she went to the other side of the room, huddling her arms.
The Red Death stood.
"It would be better if I didn't take you by brute force." He purred. A smile came to his lips for a moment. The demon inside preferred force but…he wanted her love more than anything. "The best thing…is to give in to the desire of your heart. And I know what that desire is."
How would HE know? She cried in her head. Yes, her desire was to experience…sexuality. To feel the strange sensations caused out of love and desire, not from perverted princes and this demon.
Either she could fight him till the end or give in and see the gifts he had to offer.
But what could she get out of this? Losing her virtue to an obsessed creature who wanted to love her and have children, and destroy what is left of the world with it was not something she truly wanted.
In fact, she didn't even know what she wanted. She had been fighting and fighting to remain calm and try to…to help the people. More than anything, she wanted them alive and free from the burdens of the now dead monarchy.
But it's hopeless now. She thought.
She turned towards him. The light was dimmed, he stood with his perfect body, his perfect lips, and his eyes that peered from his mask that loved her…and conflicted with another fire.
Inside she had been waiting for this moment to arrive! Inside, at every dream she demanded and wanted him, wanted that part of him that completed her.
She knew right from wrong. But she didn't know what was the right time to give up.
She was tired, tired of fighting and fighting losing battles. She was so…tired…of resisting…of trying to remain offensive and always ending defensive…of being strong…and only in her sleep did she submit. Virginia even tried fighting the romance and darkness of her dreams.
Just as he planned, she broke through and submitted to him.
A trembling leaf who has met her match. How she shall be rewarded…He said in his head.
The trembling rose petal took a deep breath and moved towards the bed. She kicked her shoes off and her hat as she stared at the ceiling, gently sliding on the bed and laid down, resting on her elbows as she silently cried.
How beautiful the ceiling is. It's heaven, with little cherubs and rose garlands…Duchess Virginia thought as she took her hair out of her pony tail. It's very beautiful…
As she looked at the ceiling The Red Death stalked around, taking off his vest as she loosened her hair and looked at him.
Her eyes lowered as he got on the bed. He crawled towards her, his mask looking a bit frightening in the light of the few candles and the fireplace. The room felt warm and red…and dark.
Soon his face was above hers, his warm body settled upon her trembling form. She looked at him, his breath warm as she looked back. And she felt very upset.
She let him push her down, his hands turned into a humanoid shape, gently holding her head as it lay on the pillow. The aroma of roses made her feel…calm, as he kissed her and caressed her cheeks.
"My rose…" He murmured in between his kisses. His rose lay still and felt his male body keep her down with his chest against hers, his legs about hers, and his feet in her dress going up and down her shins…
I'm his prey. I'm his little doe he's been hunting for years…She thought as his kisses grew hungrier. I can't…I can't…fight him…
Submission. Utter submission to the beast that murdered her family members, that killed and mutilated innocents, that enjoyed the bloodbath and consorted with demons and darkness…
The Red Death was kissing her chin and neck, delicately savoring her taste. She was limp with tears in her eyes letting him do as he wished with her body. Her breath was fast, as he left his hand over her heartbeat. It was beating fast.
He needed her whether she would let him or not. Virginia took a look at him, and closed her eyes with a sigh of breath. She felt numb…but her chest did not as he untied her bodice.
Burying her face into the side of the pillow she felt every little detail as he expertly loosened the strings on her dress front and untied the two ribbons that held the top up from around her neck. She trembled and sniffled as he pried her dress apart. Her soft pale breasts were thus exposed for his eyes…and his warm lips upon them.
Gently he suckled, lost in his own moans of pleasure as he worshipped his lady. He was now pulling the dress down, thus loose, and to his dismay there was a corset and panties to deal with. It did not matter at the moment as he tried to earn a response from her.
Virginia let out a gasp and looked about the room. Her hands grappled him, hardly believing that a warm mouth chewing softly could elicit such…such pleasure and fear. His actions beckoned to her mind to let him feed from her, let him touch her and thrust inside…
Her legs were held still as Alexander pulled away from her welcoming breast and finished removing the velvet gown. She was almost bare to his eyes, a flower that was hidden by shrubbery and weeds being at last exposed to sunlight.
He too felt like he was on fire. Alexander long awaited the day when he could kiss every inch of her skin, and so much more! How he wanted to take her like the ravenous God he was. But with her…he was gentle and powerful. He dominated her, and she let him take her with patience.
No words were needed. She closed her eyes, wishing his warm mouth was there again at her breast to tease her…She looked at him again.
Her master slowly took off his vest, and then she watched him unbutton and take his red shirt completely off. The demon lover tossed it aside and his pale skin accented his muscles. He looked white as death but his body…was warm with fire. With lust, with need to join with his obsession together.
Quickly he removed his pants. She turned again and looked at the ceiling, looking at the smiles on the little angels as they adorned the trellis with roses. Soon his warm body had parted her thighs, and he perched above her with nothing but a scrap of a bulging undergarment for modesty. She turned to him; his red hair tickling her face as he gently flipped her over.
She felt even more exposed than before. The trembling rose cried again into the pillow as he removed her corset. In a matter of moments he pulled it off. In a few more seconds he pulled off her gloves.
Warm fingers caressed her back, causing her to moan her helpless response. Subjection to any thing he wanted to do to her was unfortunately driving her insane. She felt a warm mouth and tongue go up and down her spine and hands that groped to her front, grasping and squeezing her bosom.
She sings so sweetly. The Red Death thought as he felt her arch and moan again and again. She cried tears and moaned, gasping and giving a whimper as he pinched her with his fingers. Again he did so, delighting in her shiver of pleasure.
His mouth done with tasting her back he nuzzled the side of her face, trying to calm her down. She was still afraid of him and silent as a lamb. A lamb who was accepting her fate to the butcher, that is.
He had not much of a care for this. She would sing, and feel the pleasure he would give her. Especially when he was nibbling her ear. She whimpered at the feel of his mask still on and against her, and she felt his hands massage and feel her, touching her in places none had ever touched…making her feel warm and…dominated.
Still it was him that had her on her stomach, that lay on her back and licked and murmured soothing words in her ear. She was not cowed by this and filled with utter desire. Instead she felt trapped and tied down with invisible restraints, about to be devoured by a spider. And it was torturing her by squeezing…rubbing…fondling…licking…kissing…slipping…
"Ahh!" The rose cried as his hands slipped into her panties, a thumb on each side of her hips as she squirmed and squealed.
Stay still stay still…stay still…she cried in her mind as he held her groin, holding and rubbing and moving her panties down. She knew she had given up willingly…trying to escape would make him angry. She didn't want angry, not what she had seen when he was! And yet the pressure and pleasure was making her helpless. Virginia could not move to get up. She was trapped!
Oh lord…his hands…oh God! Ooh! Her fevered mind moaned as she moaned aloud. The demon purred at her shoulders as he explored her petals, prying apart and exploring and satisfying his need to know her, and to please her.
She was pleased and terrified. Her body made her moan and squirm as he pushed deeper and fingered. Subdued and pleasured her hands clenched the sheets and her body moved against her violation. The senses captivated her as she weakly fell limp, letting his warm fingers violate her. Weakly, with no thought she gasped and whimpered and moaned, her body grinding and arched to him.
"Yes my rose…yes…" He groaned and pulled out, not wanting to reach in too deep and break her barrier. His nostrils flared at her scent and licked his fingers.
She lay recovering and wet. She still was gasping awaiting her fate to become a pregnant queen.
"You taste like nectar." The Red Death remarked as he cleaned his hand. She whimpered in response and cringed. Obviously she hated him at the moment.
The demon grasped her and moved her to her back. She blinked and wiped away the tears as he kissed her stomach, moving his lips down her body.
The trembling rose had no idea what was going to happen next.
It happened. Virginia arched and belted out a moan, her hands grasping his head as he licked. His hands held her hips and bottom, squeezing as he groaned. The helpless woman moaned and experienced deep ecstasy. Still she cried and still she felt tortured.
His tongue pressed and licked, slipping in and out, tasting and savoring. Alexander even ground his hips to the bed to satisfy the burning. Her taste enough could have made him climax. The feel of her hands holding on for dear life to his scalp made him feel needed. She, whether she didn't want it or not, needed him to end this suffering.
"Oh…ooh…A-Alex…Alexander…" Virginia sang as he squeezed and sucked. Her sweet spot was being pressed making her body throb with pleasure. Her own hips moved with his tongue as his head and arms made her rock back and forth…back and forth…milking her essence…gaining her submission…
With enough of her taste to satisfy his mouth, he pulled out and laid her back down.
Her mind was addled with fire and desire. Her breasts craved his mouth, her lips begged to be kissed and her womanhood longed for pleasure deep inside her. She stopped crying by now and had completely accepted her fate. She awaited his love making to stop this…this need she had.
Please…how it burns! I never thought…I'd beg silently for him to rape me…She desperately thought…as he grasped her hands.
"I have waited years and years for this, my love…" He purred. He was panting and had her thighs limp and spread about him. He was on his knees and looked down upon her with glistening lips. She shuddered at the sight of him, formidable and able to induce so much lust…and fear, for indeed she did fear him. She was already almost completely molested by him.
"You are right to fear me." The Red Death spoke. "But you will love me in time, when you become demanding of my attentions." He moved her hands to caress his chest. "I know you are afraid of your fantasies…don't be. Embrace and live them. They all include me."
Another tear came to her eye. She shook her head as her hands were touching his hips.
"Do you understand how I have dreamed of you? How I burned and waited and kept chaste…so that I could bed you, and marry you and rule the world with you?" Alexander hissed. A whimper escaped her lips. "I have tried to show you but you are strong and brave. You resist. And just for me you give up…and you will reap the benefits. Tonight you are my slave and you will do as I say. Agreed?"
She nodded.
The fiend smiled slightly.
"I'm not asking much Virginia. Just untie this and let me make you feel good…"
Her eyes widened.
He grasped her wrists as she stared and started shaking. Now she felt exposed, her legs wide open as she partially sat up and felt her hands rest on a very hard organ.
She took one last look at his face before sucking in her breath and untied the string. He let her pull it off and then he grasped her hands again. His rose sniffled as he made her stroke.
"You feel don't you? I've been waiting for you to bloom into the powerful woman you are. You are powerful…but there is one person higher, and there are seven beings higher than I." He groaned. "Now…I can be satisfied…"
He let her hands go and she quickly withdrew, disgusted and terrified. She let out a sob as he gently pushed her down and let her fall limp.
The garden up there…there's an angel tending the roses…Virginia thought as she looked at the ceiling through her tears.
She's watering that vase…how happy she is…
The Red Death settled against her womanhood and spread her legs.
Another angel over there…with a red cloak…he's hovering near her with a bouquet…
He nuzzled her cleavage with a sexual growl.
And the little angels cover her with garlands…
She tried to breathe deeply and as calm as possible as his hands gripped her thighs and hips.
Father…please…p-please…
The rose screamed in pain as he thrusted inside. It was short and quick, and pain came as he stretched and filled her. Her hands dug into the bed as she whimpered and sobbed her pain to the heavens.
Why aren't you listening? You CREATED this man! STOP HIM! She cried inside as she settled down, impaled and still by his manhood deep inside.
The beast groaned and started panting above her. He looked up, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he finally got his wish. The warmth, the heat, the wetness all came together to please him.
She lay still feeling his pulse inside her. The incredible seconds of him…inside…panting and groaning and with a face of complete passion…his arms strong and his hands planted firmly to the mattress to support him…and the helplessness that she could not get away was something she had never experienced before. She was pinned down, her legs were spread and limp and if she moved them her body would hurt instead…and gaining the feel of pressure and sensation from his erection caused her mind to completely and utterly surrender.
"At last…vengeance…is mine…" He gave a deep laugh as he lowered his head and looked at her. He felt her around him, and tasted blood on his lips as blood blossomed on the sheets. His beloved was whimpering and crying, completely still and breathing fast. She stared at him with fear and submission. She awaited his next move.
And move he did.
He pulled out, missing her warmth for only a second before he plunged back in. Virginia arched her back and moaned, gasping in sexual tremors as her spine tingled and her body flushed with heat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he thrust in and out, slowly at a deliberate pace. It didn't feel too gentle or brutally hard. She couldn't tell really, she was only a virgin.
And being virgin, the experience of making love for her first time was agonizing. For the first minute she felt her whole body move with each deep thrust. Every movement made her cry out with pain at first…for he was indeed grinding inside her…and then it was for the pleasure that made her moan and feel him touch and press against her sensitive insides.
She couldn't keep her eyes open. Her body begged for him to move faster and deeper and yet her needs demanded he'd stop. And her sanity made her stay put and submit to him like a good…little…whore…
A whore. Now that she realized it, she thought her dignity could save her from that title but it wasn't true.
However she couldn't think anymore. He was thrusting faster and harder and was worshipping her neck with his lips and nibbling teeth.
Her cries were not of pain anymore because she was numbed to it. Constant wave after wave after wave of pleasure throbbed her being-assaulted womanhood. There could be no reasonable thinking for both of them anyways, both in a fit of moaning and panting.
Alexander was aware of her breath and body. Her legs squeezed and her hands gripped his arms. He felt her body rock and move with him, demanding his thrusts inside that made her moan his name. She was dependant upon him…dependant upon his movements to make her go over the edge. She didn't even understand what would happen or why, or how exciting it would be…
"That's it…yes…good…move for me…let me move deeper…" He growled at her throat. The deflowered rose didn't even know she was doing what he asked. She could only feel.
She moved as he swiveled his hips, penetrating deeper into her. She gave a blissful moan as he made her even closer to the edge.
The growling she felt at her neck was a background noise to the gasping and the moaning that came from her throat.
Sex. Deep sex penetrating her. Motion and groaning, grunting and panting and moaning…gasps for breath, no sense of time…
He pulled up above her, stopping the wild motion of thrusting for several seconds. He didn't care if he was sweating under his mask or not, but he knew…he was close.
"For the future…" he groaned. Savor it…yes, savor the feeling…let it rule my mind… He thought.
She was close to the edge herself. She looked at him, the towering figure in the dark and red of firelight and night that lay inside her, ready to unleash himself. Virginia could only lay limp and gasping for breath and just let it all happen…
Virginia looked at his mask, and felt him jerk inside her. She gasped and winced, feeling him thrust deep and spill inside. Looking again, she saw his eyes closed in ecstasy as he hissed and groaned in bliss. He began thrusting again, letting himself be relieved at last.
Curiousness and want made her see something…
Left in the desert…She thought as she reached up to his face.
She pulled his mask off.
He didn't seem to notice at first. He was panting over her, thrusting again to try again and make sure she would be pregnant. She bit her lip and stared at his face, the mask in her trembling hands.
Slowly he settled down as he realized he was missing something on his face.
"Where is my mask?" He panted. He rubbed his face, feeling the horrid scars on him.
She looked and handed him the skull mask. The Red Death hissed and growled, angry and looking at his raped lady.
"How DARE you!" The demon growled. She whimpered and still stared at his face with emotionless eyes.
He didn't want her to know, at least not yet, what was under the mask. He touched the large X scar that was across his face, ruining his visage.
How will she ever love me now?
But he didn't expect her hand to softly caress the scars.
She was petting them, feeling them with her fingers as she trembled and looked at him. She felt satisfied that she knew his face and how he looked.
"Please…don't put that mask on…" She pleaded softly.
Compelled by beauty and affection, even after making love to her…he placed the mask aside.
He was utterly joyful that she did not scream at all! She wasn't terrified of the scars his own father had given him. For that he felt grateful.
He kissed her fingers, and she let him move to her lips as he mauled her mouth passionately. Alexander groaned, feeling accepted as she kissed him back.
The rose didn't know why she was kissing him back…she felt tired and used enough, even though she had only been close to that strange rapturous feeling of orgasm.
However she was going to feel it very soon. Alexander as he groaned and kissed her began to thrust again.
She pulled away to press against his face. His skin was soft and warm better than that mask with the teeth and eyes. Now she didn't seem to care anymore; she attacked his lips, grasping his sides as he thrusted deep.
Both moaned and explored each other's body. He grasped her breasts, she grasped his shoulders. He thrusted, she moved with him. He chewed her lips and fought her tongue, she fought back and moaned.
And that was when she gasped…opened her eyes…and fell into rapture.
Stars in her eyes the color of red! Throbbing and her pulse loud in her ears as she wailed in submission to the pleasure.
"Oh! OOH! ALEXANDER! Oh God…ooh…OOH…" Virginia moaned and gasped aloud. She couldn't think, she could barely see and felt him groan as he ejaculated. Together…there was a heavy movement that shook the twisted lovers as they screamed together…and then it ended.
"Virginia…" He gasped out and kissed her hair. She moaned in response, falling limp in his tight hold. The twisted limbs around his waist and back slid down to the sheets as she calmed down and relaxed.
She was now really tired. She was raped, wet, stretched, and starting to feel quite exhausted. She couldn't even think of escape or getting angry now…
Sliding out, he untangled himself from her and brought the sheets out and wrapped them around themselves. Gasping softly, his rose turned to her side and rubbed her body, feeling the strange feeling of being without him inside.
I'm probably…pregnant…She thought as she settled for rest. First it was dancing today, then watching murder and bloodshed, and then…sex.
She thought she should feel terrified and utterly panicked! But her body was rather lethargic and used. She did not want to move or anything…she wanted to be warm and held and…well, having him suckling her breasts again wasn't exactly on the list.
He had come within her arms and held her close, keeping her warm and nuzzling her breasts. As she closed her eyes realizing her sin and the fact that she had let him do such things to her she cried, and felt him worshipping her body again.
Alexander could not get enough of her taste. He suckled, feeling calm and in love as he groaned and held her. She sighed and whimpered, falling into slumber as he lapped at her flesh.
And this time, he was mask-less.
Delicate…he thought. Purring softly, he went deeper into the sheets and placed his head against her womb, listening under her belly to sense her pregnancy.
I will have a son…The demon father smiled.
"A son…a prince of blood…" The Darkness spoke.
He went back to the pillows, reclining and holding Virginia close to him. Murmuring, she was half asleep and snuggled to his chest.
"How long have you been standing there in the darkness?" The Red Death growled.
"Since…the beginning…" They hissed.
He scowled, always hating how they always watched.
"It is done my lords. She is with child, and tomorrow we shall be wed and then go down to kill the last of the Labaverions…" Alexander stated. "Now go, for I am weary!"
Virginia had opened her eyes and blinked, sitting up and looking about the room. There, the Seven Darkness in their red cloaks turned to look at her.
"She is…a marvelous specimen…" They rasped with ragged breath.
With a whimper she huddled back into his arms, finding some comfort in them at least.
"You're going to kill the people, aren't you?" She sniffled.
They nodded.
Alexander couldn't read the expression on her face, but she quietly curled up and wept, weeping on his chest naked and utterly tired.
The Darkness left, leaving Alexander to contemplate what he had done. She was weeping herself to sleep and he too was tired…but she did not want him to do this.
I must cleanse this world! And I must tell her of her past…of my own…in the morning… The Red Death thought. Tomorrow she shall eat well…and we will be crowned by the sea.
He touched his face again. It felt good, strangely, to feel her breath oh him and on his face. It was cool, welcoming, and he actually felt loved when she made love to him again without the mask.
She saw a person in him. She saw through his all too real bluff of evil.
With worry, he closed his eyes and settled down for much needed sleep with his lady.
A/N: Well…the story will be drawing to a close in a few more chapters. To you friends who love sexy scenes this chapter was your reward for being patient with me and reading! Yay!
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