Jaenelle slipped into a gown so shear the it barely covered anything at all. Put a trace of perfume on her wrist and neck to lure Daemon to those areas. Laid on the bed turned on her side, one leg laying flat as the other was bent exposing the skin between her legs.
The door slowly opened. Daemon's heart stopped with wanting. He licked his lips with anticipation. Really looked at what she was wearing. Then jokingly said, " I think I'm over dressed."
" mmmm, yes I do believe you are my prince." a teasingly wave of her hand and all but his black trousers were gone.
He glided over to her. His heart pounded. Jaenelle rarely showed this much wanting and he was liking this side of her. Mother night how he was wanting her because she was showing him exactly what she wanted. Yes he would enjoy tonight and in the morning if she was still wanting he would indulge himself once more but by tomorrow evening he would find a way to very carefully phrase what he wanted.
She let the phantom hands caress her skin. Let the phantom mouths lick and suckle till she couldn't bare it no more. Let him be the dominate partner. Let him take her to places. Let him till she felt him slide insider her then something primal burst inside her. Something she had no control over.
She shifted her weight forced him to his back. Her nails sharpened with that primal rage , with the need to be the dominate partner. She clawed at his chest watched him flinch as he got a look at her long cat's claws.
" sweetheart if you wanted on top you only needed to ask." he purred. He wasn't upset about her ridding him. In fact his always found it exciting when she did. He loved watching her loose herself.
She curled her lips into a snarl. His voice was pricking her temper. All of her temper. She leaned down closer to his throat. Closer to the part of his throat that joined to his shoulder and bit down. Bit hard enough to draw a drop of blood and his yelp.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. Her sent changed from musky to feral. And the way she just bit him he knew he was in bed with Witch. Though he didn't think she knew she was in bed with him. He had to force himself to remain calm. To remain passive. He loved his wife …. He had to fight to remember that as her claws raked over his chest over his arms.
He would remain passive. Would because he could see something flickering in her eyes that warned what would happen if he didn't.
Witch had her way with him well into the night. Had him give more then he wanted to. Made him submit because her rather impressive nails had dug into his skin every time he tried to do anything but submit.
She had finally rolled off him after he climaxed after she was satisfied. Drops of blood trickled down his arm and pooled on his chest from where her nails had been. The spot on his neck she had bit was now throbbing. And still he didn't dare move. didn't move because his legs were trembling from over use. He loved his wife he reminded himself again. Reminded himself because for the first time she had rubbed raw scars he hid. Scares he had thought were apart of his past. And now they were bleeding and he couldn't trust her to help mend them.
Daemon fell asleep letting his body tremble from those memories. Tremble because he didn't know what he would wake too in the morning. Was sure he didn't want to repeat anything that had happen here tonight.
Jaenelle rolled over. Growled because he was in her bed. Growled because he had no right to her bed. Her nails dug into his back and ripped down it leaving blood in it's wake.
Pain filled his voice as ice covered the walls, " Jaenelle , stop."
Her midnight voice growled, " who are you to call me that."
He turned to her wanted to screech back at what he saw in her eyes. Keeping his voice soft but firm, " Lady , I'm your husband….."
Again her voice growled, " that only gives you the right to be given some satisfaction when I ride you."
His eyes widened with shock. Now he knew what was wrong. He had seen that look so many time in Terreille. Had seen it in every bitch's face that tried to bed him. " my apologies lady, I'll go to my room….."
" your room? Your room? you don't have a room Prince you have a bed that I allow you to sleep in."
He couldn't take it any more. Her voice was pricking his temper. Her words were those of every queen he had ever known. Quickly he dove to the abyss. to quickly he found why. He found the web that was coiling itself around his love. His hand reach out just as pain flowed though his body. His eyes shot open with tears. Her nails were taking skin from his inner thigh. Blood was flowing from the wound.
" do more then I say prince and the price will be higher. Understood."
His heart clenched with panic. , " yes Lady. But I only meant to help you."
" help me? Do I look as if I need help? I am a queen and you serve me. "
He would need his father to help, but how could he reach him with out….. Beal …. Yes he could deliver a message if he was given the time to write it. " my apologies again Lady I did not mean to offend you. After all you are most gracious in what you allow me." he could have choked on the words but he wanted out of this room. Wanted out of it before more of his blood was spilled.
" very well. Since I am so gracious I will allow you to have a room."
I have a room. He wanted to scream at her. He had a room right through the door that he was now staring at. Knew if he said that more blood would be spilled. " and where is my room to be Lady?"
Her eyes shifted as her hand groped the pendant around her neck. As it groped the twilights dawn. " far away from me until I call for you."
His jaw dropped. Oh he knew that web was doing something to her. Wanted to allow the pain so that he could burn it out for her ,but….. He never heard tell of a web being able to turn a witch into what was now before him…. Never …. No he would need his father….
" as you wish lady. Please allow me to dress before you show me my new room." again he wanted to choke on the words. On the words he had said so many times before. Words he never wanted to say to his wife.
" no prince I rather like have you like this ."
His heart pounded against his chest. This time he thought it would beat right out from his body. She wouldn't really make him walk through the hall….. Make him walk in front of all of the servants wearing nothing…. Would she? The look in her eyes told him that was exactly what he was going to do.
The room was no bigger then her sitting room, although empty. She had paraded him though the hall till they came to the unopened part. The part that had been built for Hekatah herself. Daemon's only comfort was that none of the servants had seen him. None had seen how cruelly Jaenelle was treating him at the moment.
" here , you may call this your room , prince."
He closed his eyes to steady himself., " May I have a bed, Lady."
" you may help your self to anything in the attic. I assume you have clothing somewhere?"
Prince? Why wasn't she using his name? was it part of the spell? " yes Lady I have clothing in the consorts room."
She looked at him for a moment. Her eyes cleared. In a soft whisper she said, " Daemon?" it sounded like a cry for help. Then her eyes shifted again and he knew she was once again lost to what ever it was that was controlling her.
" Lady , May I retrieve them?"
" they'll be brought to you." an aural shield fell over the room and layers of shields fell in the hall and created a wall outside big enough for him to stand or sit while a maid cleaned his room. " you may not go further than the shields . If you do I will know. If any cross the shields without my permission I will know."
" understood Lady. When may I go to the attic to retrieve a bed?"
She smiled so curly, " you may go now price. I would like a soft place to ride you tonight."
He grimaced at the thought. For the first time he was applauded by his wife. By his queen . But it would give him a chance to send for his father.
He got to the attic quickly. Had gotten there hopping he could call out to Beal. Found it useless up here. Quickly vanished furniture that he could fit in the room. A small bed, a long couch and a chair. And a bookshelf. Though he had no idea if Jaenelle would allow him to have any books right now. Nor did he think he would feel up to reading while his heart was being ripped out.
Vanishing his 'new' belongings he made his way through the hall. Nearly ran into Beal . Sighed in relief when he did. In a soft whisper he said, " go to the keep , get the high lord."
Beal looked at Daemon's body saw the traces of dried blood. Saw claw marks. Saw fear in his eyes. Understood. " as soon as the shield is lifted I will go , prince."
He opened his inner barrier. Cursed because Jaenelle had placed a grey shield over the hall. Had extended that shield three feet into the ground. He could get out but all the servants he had gotten to know would still be trapped. Would meet their death if he left them here, and that he couldn't do. Just as he couldn't kill his wife. Daemon nodded. " as soon as you can. I hope it's not already to late."