Chase sighed as he heard the door slam high up in the palace
Lord Gurymix gently swirled the cognac in his glass as he stared down at his assembled witches.
"This time, my witches, we will show those Crystal Star Scouts not to underestimate the power of the Dark! I will not tolerate any mistakes!"
"It's not so easy, my lord," Cassia whispered. "The only one they truly fear is Spicerella and she's—"
"Even if she were able to use magic, I doubt we would want her here at the moment," Anise offered. The dark-haired witch still looked pale and drawn from having her energy drained two weeks before. "If she attacks her allies in the best of times, what would she be like on the—"
"Spicerella is taking her monthly rest, as all witches must!" Gurymix snapped. "Don't say anything crude."
"We all know Spicerella is your favorite witch, my lord," Melilot huffed. "I'm surprised you are even sending us on a mission with her absent."
A frown crashed across Gurymix's features, but he was interrupted by the loud crash of the doors being thrown open. Boots thundered across the hallway and Spicerella posed in the archway leading into Gurymix's anteroom. Instead of her normal flirty corset dress, the albino witch wore black, lots of black.
A shiny black leather corset cinched around her small waist over an equally shiny sleeveless top with a high collar. Her top extended from beneath the corset and hung nearly down to her knees, split on both sides to show off her long legs, encased in shiny leather pants with buckles down the sides. The pants extended into a pair of thick-soled boots decorated with a blunt horn of metal over the toe. Her pale arms were encased in black leather gloves, fingerless, right up to mid-bicep.
Most strange of all, her outfit was decorated with tiny circles of metal shaped almost like masks. In fact, they were a perfect match for the emblem on her headband. Over a dozen of them hung off of her buckles and seams.
She looked like an evil witch from an altogether different category than Gurymix and the other Stygian witches.
"I'm back," Jaq announced.
She strode across the throne room, her steps long aggressive, and almost angry. For a moment, Gurymix and his witches fought back the urge to back away from her.
"Spicerella . . . ." Lord Gurymix was staring at Jaq, his eyes shining. His violet eyes raked up and down her form in obvious delight.
She was magnificent. She was incredible; like how an evil queen should be. That anger . . . that barely controlled distain . . . she was just like the evil queens in all the fairy tales!
"I am . . . enthralled to see you again, my Spicerella."
Jaq barely controlled a sneer.
"I'm no man's Spicerella," she declared haughtily. "Cut the pleasantries; who do I get to destroy today?"
Gurymix sighed, dribbling cognac down his pant leg.
"The Evening Star Prince?" He suggested. "If you could shred him and leave him a crumpled heap for the Crystal Star Scouts that would be most helpful."
Jaq blinked.
"'The Evening Star Prince?' What fresh hell is this?!" she asked.
"The Evening Star Prince is a mysterious warrior who appears when the Crystal Star Scouts are in danger," Anise announced.
"Okay . . . a warrior, so his fighting skills are impressive?" Jaq asked.
"Er . . . not exactly," Cassia interjected.
"They could be," Melilot offered. "He actually doesn't often directly interfere."
"What?" Jaq asked.
"The Evening Star Prince shows up and offers inspiring words to the Crystal Star Scouts that bolster their courage. He gives them the support they need."
Jaq considered this for a moment.
"You have GOT to be fucking kidding me," she growled in a low voice.
Gurymix choked on his liquor.
"This idiot shows up and spouts some fortune-cookie wisdom and suddenly you get defeated?! That's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard!"
The silver haired lord coughed raggedly, patting himself on the chest.
"If you think he's such a push-over, you can see to today's mission alone," Anise said icily. "One of the Millennium Crystals, the Blue Ruby Crystal, has become active. The Crystal Star Scouts are honing in on it as we speak. You go retrieve it."
"Not a problem," Jaq assured her. "I'll be back in time for dinner!"
"I shall - cough - I shall have a fine meal waiting for . . . . oh, you've gone," Gurymix sighed as Jaq teleported away in mid-sentence.
"Stand back, you Dark Prism scum! We've found the Blue Ruby Crystal and we're not going to – oh geez, it's Spicerella!" Cherry yelped.
The other two Crystal Star Scouts skipped back to huddle against their leader, who held the large blue glowing gem to her chest. Jaq prowled forward, letting the deep down anger fuel her stalk. For once she didn't throw out boasts or jibes, just glared at the three girls with eyes as red as blood.
One leather-clad palm extended out.
"I am so not in the mood for this," Jaq announced in a low voice. "Fork over the damn crystal and nobody dies."
The three heroines scrambled back a few more steps and held out their wands.
"D-don't you come near us!" Rose blurted. "We won't let the Dark Prism win!"
Again, where Jaq normally would have laughed or taunted, she remained silent, almost moody.
"Your hands are shaking, little girls," Jaq observed. "I know you're scared of me. All you have to do to make me go away is hand. Over. The damn. Crystal."
Cherry looked down at the gem she held, obviously giving the deal consideration.
"Not so fast, Crystal Star Scouts!" A male voice cried.
The three girls gasped, looking up at a nearby balcony.
With a swirl of rose petals and a strum of harp music, everyone's attention came to rest on the young man standing there. He was tall, strong, and handsome in a conformist sort of way. He wore a suit of elaborate blue robes decorated with pale blue sparkling crystals. A blue mask decorated with the same crystals covered the upper half of his face, but left his flashing dark eyes visible.
"Evening Star Prince!" The Crystal Star Scouts shouted in unison.
Jaq said nothing, but studied the newcomer's face carefully.
"The only fight you truly lose is the one where you don't even try!" the youth cried dramatically. "Crystal Star Scouts, don't give up! You can defeat this Stygian witch! I believe in you."
Normally, Tawny, Cherry, or Rose would have given a dreamy sigh and returned to the fight with their eyes sparkling.
Now they gave him a look that said there were a few things he should be appraised of.
"This," Tawny began, pointing to Jaq. "Is Spicerella. This witch is crazy."
The Evening Star Prince looked confused for a moment, then rallied.
"Come now, Scouts. The combined forces of good will always triumph over evil! I you believe –"
"Don't talk to us about evil, tell us about crazy!" Rose squealed. "Does good always triumph over crazy?!"
"Er . . . Scouts, you are the holders of the power of the Star Cryst – "
"We're not just talking regular crazy!" Cherry piped up. "We're talking 'phone starts ringing: CUJO' crazy!"
The Evening Star Prince blinked a few more times, and then looked over at Jaq. The witch he knew as Spicerella gave him a long, head to toe look and pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"So . . . . that's your whole deal?" She said doubtfully. "You just show up and give a pep talk and that makes things all better?"
The Evening Star Prince drew himself up to his full height.
"Make no mistake, Spicerella; the Crystal Star Scouts have the power to defeat you!"
"No, they don't." There was no adamant denial; Jaq simply stated a fact. "In fact, if I were them, I'd kick your ass for encouraging them into dangerous battles they aren't sure they have the stamina for. If I were them, I'd be highly suspicious of your motives, 'Evening Star Prince'. It would occur to me to wonder what kind of a guy follows three girls in obscenely short skirts, encourages them to fight, but never does so himself."
A look that said: 'Hey . . . yeah!' crossed the Star Scouts features and they turned suspicious glares to the masked youth.
Then, to Jaq's shock, Evening Star Prince gave a smug smile.
"You are no fool, Spicerella," he announced his voice warm with pleasure.
Something flashed from his hand. Jaq brought up one arm to protect her face and felt something stick in the buckle on her wrist. Twisting her arm, she came face to face with brightly colored blue foil twisted into an elaborate pattern.
"You did not just throw a pinwheel at me," Jaq said in shock.
There was a supernaturally fast flash and the Evening Star Prince was in front of Jaq. Without hesitation, he bent and stole a kiss.
Chase Young had not been having a very pleasant few days.
Four days ago, Jaq had finished her period. She'd taken the ritual cleansing bath and two minutes after she'd been rinsed off and rinsed out, she'd been flat on her back in his bed, screaming to the heavens as his tongue had reacquainted itself with her taste.
Two minutes after that, they'd both been screaming when he'd rammed his cock into her and made mad love to her.
The very next day, she'd tried to... to... and that was that.
Three days of the silent treatment -- that he SO did not deserve! -- as Jaq stomped around the castle and refused to let him touch her.
"As if I want her to get near me," he growled to himself. "Perverted bitch! She's lucky I even let her ilive/i after what she tried to do to me! As it is, if she doesn't get out of this snit soon, I'm going to torture her until she begs for mercy."
Sitting down in his throne with a sigh, he muttered, "Why did I have to fall in love with her? If it were simple lust, I could beat her and throw her out with the garbage."
The very thought of doing so, however, made him physically ill.
His stomach cramping at the thought of his beautiful, bitchy Jaq lying broken and damaged, he flicked on his Eye Spy Orb, overcome with the urge to check up on her.
Only to find her in a clinch with some masked fop of a boy.
Marble and glass, crystal and pottery shattered all over the palace at the horrendous roar that ripped from his throat a few moments later.
Jaq shoved the Evening Star Prince away with all of her strength and, not even hesitating for a moment, kicked as hard as she could. With the pointy metal horn on her boot.
The crystal warrior's shattering scream of pain merged with Jaq's shriek of outrage.
"WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF?!" she screamed at top volume. "You – you – you MEN are all alike!"
The Evening Star Prince didn't answer, curled up as he was in his own private world of pain. Jaq took the opportunity to kick him a few more times.
"You just see what you want and you grab it, don't you!? You don't stop to think hey, maybe she's a nervous virgin or maybe she's very much in love with someone else! You just want to take, take, take! It's all about you!"
Jaq paused to pull her wand out of her hair and lengthened it to fighting staff length, then used it to beat the prone prince more thoroughly.
"Y'know, maybe I'd like to try something for once! Maybe I'm trying to give you more pleasure than you can stand! That doesn't give you any – any right to . . . to . . ." Suddenly the albino witch was crying, still waling on the Evening Star Prince and still speaking to someone who wasn't there.
"To say what you did!" she finished. "It's not true! It's not . . . I'm not . . ."
Chase had been entirely ready to teleport to wherever Jaq was and rip her traitorous, cheating heart from her breast.
No... scratch that. He'd rip the young fop's genitals from his body, and then beat her black and blue before screwing her so hard she'd never again forget to whom she belonged!
And then... Jaq dented the boy's glittering pride right where it hurt and proceeded to beat him black and blue.
His anger deflated, Chase watched her screaming, crying rant numbly; unaware of anything except massive relief.
She hadn't left him.
She hadn't left him for someone else.
Jaq stepped away from the bleeding youth and plucked a pair of the mask like decorations from her outfit.
"JaqBots!"
The two masks suddenly floated upright and expanded. What looked like liquid metal flowed from the backs of the masks to form crude, basic bodies. These weren't JackBots. They were artificial intelligence grafted onto magically-produced bodies; the best of both worlds, as it were.
"Mistress Jaq," they chorused, bowing before her.
Jaq scrubbed a hand across her eyes and stabbed a finger at the Evening Star Prince, who was starting to make small, bubbling noises.
"I want to see that a corpse! And then I want to see it in pieces!"
"Yes, Mistress," the automatons said obediently.
Jaq turned back towards the Crystal Star Scouts as the JaqBot's arms morphed into fearsome blades.
Or rather, to where the Crystal Star Scouts had been.
Evidently, seeing Spicerella's 'crazy quotient' soar ever higher had inspired the three girls to get while the getting was good.
They were stupid, but they weren't ithat/i stupid.
Jaq felt her lower lip quiver. Great; she had just failed her first mission, some creepy, scummy, skuzzy pervert kissed her, and to top it all off, Chase probably didn't love her anymore!
Her face crumpled and Jaq sank down on some nearby steps and cried, and cried, and cried.
After a while the two JaqBots approached, one with the Evening Star Prince's head in its hands.
"Mistress?"
"I hate this," Jaq whimpered. "I'm sorry I upset Chase, but every time I want to apologize, he – he calls me that word and I can't help blowing up again."
The JaqBots exchanged a look and shuffled back and forth uncertainly. The one not holding the crystal warrior's head stepped forward.
"Mistress, your makeup is running," it informed her.
A cavity opened up in the construct's chest and it drew out makeup supplies. Almost tenderly, the dark magic powered robot cleaned the streaked eyeliner from its mistress's cheeks and carefully reapplied the black lines. The other JaqBot held out its hand and a mirror appeared in the palm.
Jaq studied her reflection for a moment. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face still flushed, but her makeup was perfect.
"I guess it's a good thing my eyes are already red, huh?" she joked.
"Mistress is beautiful," the mirror holding JaqBot said loyally.
Jaq leaned forward and hugged the evil thaumatic robot.
"I fixed Mistress's makeup," the other JaqBot protested.
Jaq grinned and leaned over to hug the other robot. She remembered the loneliness she had felt as Jack, and how the love for her robots had pulled her through the darkest times.
She loved her creations, truly she did.
"Come on," she told the two creations. "Let's give creepy, sparkly skuzzoid molester's head to Gurymix and go home. I want to see my asshole lizard again."
Jaq stood and brushed off her clothes, then teleported into the Crystal Palace.
Gurymix, true to form, had a candlelit dinner for two waiting.
"Ah! Spicerella! I've been waiting for – what in the name of the dark powers are those!?" The dark lord pointed a shaking finger at the two JaqBots.
"These are two of my JaqBots; incredibly advanced technology melded with dark magic," Jaq announced sadly. "And you have dinner for two. I don't know who you're waiting for, but I won't intrude for too long."
Gurymix chuckled, bemused at her oblivious reaction. He started to correct Jaq when she placed something round and heavy on the plate before him.
"It works out, though; I never thought I'd actually get to do this, but voila! The Evening Star Prince's head on a platter."
For a moment, Gurymix's mind did not – could not – fully comprehend what was placed before him. Then lavender eyes bulged out in horror. Gurymix screamed high and shrill, trying to scramble backwards away from the chunk of dead meat that had recently been the suave and charming Evening Star Prince. He tried to choke out a few words, but his stomach cramped and he vomited across the highly polished floor.
"Uh . . . . yeah. We're done here," Jaq said, teleporting away from the crying, sobbing wreck that was her employer.
A thought later she was back in Chase's palace; back in her home, back where she belonged.
Chase was sitting on his throne, watching her carefully. Jaq felt her eyes burn with tears. A second later, she was crying, ruining the patch job the JaqBot had done on her makeup.
Chase felt his guts clench, but he kept his expression carefully neutral. Once he'd seen the JaqBots remove the fop's head, he'd turned off the Eye Spy Orb, confident that his woman would be returning shortly.
"My dear," he murmured. "I saw what that foolish boy did to you. I am sorry I wasn't there to protect you, but I'm here now."
He held out his arms to her.
Jaq didn't hesitate for a second. She charged across the throne room and threw herself into her lover's arms. She clutched desperately at his shoulders, his back, mashing her face into his neck and smearing eyeliner and tears across Chase's neck and shirt.
"I – I di-didn't muh-mean to upset you!" She choked between sobs.
Chase cuddled her close, pressing kisses to her hair. "My beautiful ghost girl, my brilliantly evil witch... it's alright. I forgive you. Oh, Jaq... my lovely ghost."
Jaq wept. She wept with joy and relief at being back in her lover's good graces. He forgave her! He still loved her! He respected . . . . her . . .
"Chu-Chase? Is there something you're sorry about?" she prompted gently.
Chase pulled back and gave her a frown. "I? What need have I to apologize?"
Part of Jaq wanted very much to forget it, swallow her pride and never mind it, but a spark of defiance burned deep inside of her. A spark that demanded she be taken seriously.
"Maybe . . . for something you said?" She whispered. "Maybe, something you called me?"
Chase snorted. "Why should I apologize for that? I never would have said it if you hadn't attempted what you had!"
"B-because you really hurt me!" Jaq protested, sitting up so that she wasn't plastered against Chase's chest. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Chase. Aren't you sorry that you hurt me?"
Her red eyes begged him to concede. She didn't want to be fighting anymore; truly she didn't, but she couldn't let this go.
Chase flicked his gaze to the side and did not answer.
"Do you know how much that word hurts me? Chase, please, you know you're the only man I've ever let touch me." Tears started to pool in Jaq's red eyes. "Don't . . . don't you respect me enough to consider me a real woman and not just a . . a . . . a toy?"
"Of course you are a real woman!" Chase spat, and he set her back from him. He glared down into her watery, crimson eyes. "But what would you call someone so... so rude as to attempt such an action as you did without permission? You may be certain I love you, Jaq Spicer, for had I not, your gutted carcass would even now be littering the landscape outside my door!"
Jaq flinched at the harsh words Chase threw at her.
"I'm – I'm sorry!" She blurted. "I was trying to make you feel good! I was trying to blow off the top of your head with sheer pleasure! I'm sorry you didn't like it, but that still didn't give you the right to call me a whore!"
"I'll call you whatever I want if you try to violate me like that again!" he roared back, infuriated.
"Apologize for calling me a whore!" Jaq shouted.
"Damn you, I won't! You violated me! In my home! I am the lord and master, here!" he bellowed, so angry he half-transformed.
"I just want you to say you're sorry for hurting me!" Jaq yelled, taking a few steps backwards. "That's all!"
He slammed a fist into the rock wall behind her. He narrowed his eyes and gave her a cold-cold smile.
"That's the problem, little girl," he growled. "I'm not."
Jaq stared up at him for a moment, then burst into tears and ran off into the palace.
"Asshole lizard!" She wailed.
"SLUT!" he screamed after her, hurt by her demands to just accept what she'd done to him.
Then, he punched a hole into the rock wall so hard a crack ripped up the cavernous wall and dropped a chunk of rock from the ceiling that crunched his throne into smithereens.
Then, calmly, he said to one of his nearby cringing warriors: "I'm going to go vent some spleen on the monks."
With that, he vanished.
Jaq continued running until she found herself in the spare bedroom she had taken to sleeping in since they began fighting. She threw herself across the bed and sobbed and sobbed as if her heart would break.
After what seemed like hours, Jaq pulled herself upright and wiped her eyes. She was still crying, but more calmly now. Tears still coursed down her cheeks, but she wasn't sobbing hysterically. It was times like this that she missed Boo Hoo Kitty.
Boo Hoo Kitty was a fluffy white stuffed cat stained with the smeared eyeliner of many a heartbreak past. Some distant aunt had given Jack Boo Hoo Kitty when he was just a tot, having heard that Jack was an albino, but having apparently missed the news that he was a boy.
Some how, BH Kitty became the toy Jack latched onto when he was crying his eyes out. He had never really outgrown the habit of burying his face in the stuffed animal's limp white belly. It had always helped just the tiniest bit that at least he had something to hold while he wept.
Jaq missed BH Kitty. Jaq wanted Boo Hoo Kitty.
The albino witch sniffled.
The toy was still in her room back in her parents' house. She could teleport there and get it and be home before Chase even knew she was gone.
A scratching sound from the door caught her attention. The handle of the door jiggled and Chase's lone melanistic cat, a white lion, pushed his massive head through the door. He spotted Jaq sitting on the bed and gave a soft rumble.
"I'm going out," she told the cat. "If Chase cares, I'll be back soon."
Before the beast could give a reaction one way or another, Jaq teleported out of the palace.
Being back in Jack's room was . . . . . weird.
As much as she liked to think she was still the same evil genius, albeit with awesome magical powers and a smokin' hot body, the overall imaleness/i of the room shocked her.
It wasn't the dominant, swaggering, knee wobbling masculine aura of, say, Chase; no, it was more like the mildly rank, scrubby ignorance of style and decoration that just . . . well, it just wasn't a girl's room.
It appeared that someone had gone through and put away the worst of the techno clutter. Jaq sighed and went to the closet, wondering if her parents were still looking for their son. How long had it taken them to notice Jack was gone, anyway?
Did they even realize their son was no more?
Shivering against the sudden cold chill that gripped her, Jaq went to the closet of her room to find Boo Hoo Kitty.
Five minutes and a totally trashed closet later, the albino witch came to the conclusion that Boo Hoo Kitty wasn't there.
"Okay, I only came back here to find that damn cat!" Jaq announced to no one in particular. "Where the hell is he?!"
Jaq flopped back down on a pile of clothes she had dragged from the hangers.
Okay, so maybe her parents had found Boo Hoo Kitty and . . . . . God, they had better not have given him away!
Jaq was on her feet and rushing down the hall to her parents' bedroom. Without hesitation she went to her mother's enormous walk-in closet and started riffling through the shelves and boxes.
Designer scarves and hats crashed to the floor along with ruinously expensive shoes. If Jaq remembered right, her mother had always kept a few of Jack's old things in a box next to her jewelry cabinet—ah!
Jaq's fingers touched old, tatty fake fur.
The albino witch pulled out Boo Hoo Kitty. His stitched on mouth and starting glass eyes were still set in a melancholy expression and his white fur was stained with eyeliner and tears.
"Boo Hoo Kitty!" Jaq squealed, clutching the stuffed animal to her generous breasts. Strangely -- ridiculously, really – Jaq was seized by the intense urge to bury her face in the stuffed cat's belly and cry.
So she did.
The new terror of the Dark Prism and Chase Young's lover shuffled back and sat down under the rows of her mother's clothes, her face hidden and sobs muffled in a thoughtless present from years ago.
She was so caught up in crying over her fight with Chase that she didn't hear the door to the bedroom open.
Cecilia Spicer paused as she entered her bedroom.
The muffled sound of weeping coming from her closet made her heart leap wildly in her chest. Nearly six months ago, her son had gone missing. Her Jackson, her Jack... her child. She'd flung money far and wide, ripped through every contact she had and favor owed to her, trying to find her baby boy.
All for nothing.
Jack had simply vanished off the face of the earth.
Now, hearing weeping that sounded very much like the sobs she'd heard from him so many times before, Cecilia edged toward the closet with her heart in her throat.
Jaq leaned back, staring up into the clothes with BH Kitty wrapped around her throat like a fur wrap and sniffled piteously. She should go home. Why was it every time she got away from that asshole lizard she only had the urge to run back to his side again? She just wanted this fight to be over.
A movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention and the albino witch glanced over and caught the eye of some one very familiar.
Cecilia frowned. "Who are...?" she began to say, but then stopped. Red eyes and white skin and that hair... but it was a girl!
Still... "Do you know my son?"
"Um . . . ." Jaq felt a new wave of tears threatening, but she couldn't think of anything to say besides the truth. "I am your son."
Cecilia's legs wobbled and then went out from under her. She never noticed the pain in her knees when she landed on them.
She was too busy staring at the shaking, sniffling young woman hiding in her closet.
"Jackie...?"
"It's . . . it's Jaq now, Mom. Um . . . Jaq with a 'Q'." For the moment at least, the tears seemed to dry up. "Oh boy, how to explain this?" Jaq wondered out loud. "You know how I wasn't a very good boy?"
Cecilia's eyes welled up with tears.
"I don't... Jackson? What happened to you?" she blurted out, tears beginning to stripe down her cheeks.
Jaq struggled out from under the clothes, and knee walked towards her mother, BH Kitty still clenched in one fist.
"Mom . . . Mom, don't cry; you know that always makes me cry, too. And it's Jaq . . . I guess it would be short for Jacqueline, wouldn't it? Look, it's not bad; I'm happier this way, Mom! I'm still your little boy, I'm just . . . a girl now," Jaq finished lamely.
She finally reached her mother and, dropping the stuffed cat for the moment, caught her mother's shoulders.
"It really is me, Mom."
Cecilia burst into tears and yanked her so--daughter tight against her.
"Jackie!" she bawled. "Oh, my God! Jackie! Jackie! You're alive!"
Jaq hugged back, feeling tears stream down her own cheeks.
"Yeah! Yeah, it's me, Mommy . . . I'm sorry; I didn't think you'd understand!" In truth, Jaq had never really given her parents a second thought. She'd been far too busy living in premarital bliss with Chase.
Asshole lizard.
"Its okay, Mom. It's okay; I'm happier this way . . . . I'm better this way. Please don't cry . . ."
It was a long while before Cecilia could finally stop crying. She'd lived with a mother's fear that her son had been killed. She hadn't known which terrifying dream had been worse: The one where his body had been found or the one where it hadn't.
After the crying stopped... the shouting began.
Rearing up on her knees, flaring like an enraged viper, Cecilia lashed out at the top of her lungs.
"You selfish, ignorant, pig-headed, insensitive, self-absorbed little BITCH!" she screamed, her tears now angry ones. "Do you have ANY IDEA the turmoil I've lived in?! That your FATHER has lived in?! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"
Jaq recoiled from the angry howl as if it were causing her physical pain.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She wailed. Why did no one listen to her when she apologized? In truth, she wasn't really sorry for running off to live with Chase, but she was evil and therefore could lie her head off.
"Do you think it was easy for me? To throw away the sex I was born with?! Dad always tried to push me to be more masculine; I know he'll disown me when he finds out about this! And you . . . you were always the belle of the ball, the jewel of the Spicer family; a daughter would have been competition! You hate me for this, I know you do! You and Dad both will!"
Cecilia let out an aggravated scream and clutched at her own hair.
"We won't hate you, you stupid...! We're angry -- you're father's going to be furious -- when he finds out all of his worry and heartache and tears YES HE CRIED was all because you were having a SEX CHANGE!!"
Jaq lurched to her feet, abruptly tired of the pain involved with this conversation.
"Don't yell . . . don't yell at me anymore! I can't take everyone I love yelling at me! I really can't! You're furious and Dad's going to be furious and Chase hates me," Jaq scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I just can't – not all at once, I just can't!"
With that, she started for the door.
Cecilia panicked. "No! Jackie, no! Don't go! Don't run away again!"
She scrabbled up onto her feet and hurried over to catch hold of her... child.
"Honey, please don't!" she whimpered, fresh tears scalding her cheeks. "Please, I promise, I'll be a better mommy or whatever it was that made you run away but please, please, don't vanish again!"
"Oh Mom . . ." Jaq whispered, hugging her mother. "It wasn't you. I could never hate you." There was a soft, sad pause. "It was me. I hated me. I was all wrong. I couldn't be right; I couldn't fit in anywhere and then I did this. And suddenly it got a lot better. I met someone . . . I'm so much happier now. I really am." Jaq drew away from the hug and gave her mother a small smile. "I'm just having a really bad day."
Cecilia sniffled slightly and held on.
Just held on.
All else could be worried about, discussed, fixed if needed.
Right now, she really needed to hold her child.
Eventually, when she could relax her grip, she pulled back and offered her daughter a watery grin.
"Alright," she said. "How about we go to the kitchen, get something to drink, and eat the fresh batch of brownies Cook just finished making?"
Jaq gave an equally watery grin in return.
"That sounds fantastic."
Chase sighed as he heard the door slam high up in the palace.
For the dragon lord, it was day five on Ice Planet Zero.
Delicate feet stomped pointedly down the hallways, pointedly down the steps, pointedly into the dining room, where the owner threw herself pointedly into the chair opposite Chase and very, very pointedly did not look at him.
"Jaq!" Chase Young growled impatiently. "This is quite immature of you."
Only the sound of Spicer delicately sipping at her tea broke the frozen silence of the dining hall.
"Jaq. Say. Something."
The albino witch across the table shook sugar over her steamed rice, then topped it off with cream and delicately began to eat.
Chase gritted his teeth until he heard them creak.
The beautiful young woman had even changed her mode of dress.
Lately she had taken to wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam around the palace, skirt slit up both sides to the hip, then her legs and arms hidden by a black under dress with a long, crinkly skirt and flowing sleeves.
To Jaq's mind, she was punishing Chase by not letting him see her in her corset dress that showed off her cleavage, legs, and butt to all and sundry.
To Chase's mind, Jaq was tormenting him by dressing like the evil Queen she was and then not letting him claim her.
Such behavior was starting to mock him.
"Jaq Spicer! I command you to say something!" Chase snarled, feeling his teeth and claws want to lengthen.
Jaq took a sip of tea and daintily dabbed at her lips. Then those blood red crimson eyes locked onto Chase.
"Something," Jaq said, then returned to her breakfast.
A vicious roar tore from Chase's throat and in a moment he was transformed. His dragon body picked up the heavily laden table with ease and flung it against a nearby wall.
Somehow, Jaq contrived to look bored. The white skinned witch sighed daintily. She slid off of her chair and headed back towards the kitchen as if she were the only sentient creature in the room.
"Don't you turn your back on me, Spicer!" Chase roared, leaping forward.
The dragon's teeth clashed off of an invisible barrier that showered red sparks, then flung him backwards with a bolt of red lightning. Chase flipped easily and landed on all fours.
"Did. You. Just. Attack. Me?!" Jaq growled, turning slowly to face her lover. The witch's eyes were burning red. "While my back was turned?!"
"How could I have attacked you, Stygian witch? You, who are apparently alone in this room?! Look at me, damn it! I am your lord! You do not punish me!"
"I am a woman! No, I am a lady! I deserve respect! You don't speak to me like I'm a common whore, then expect me to jump at your command! And you do not attack me!!" Jaq screamed.
More red lightning leapt from the witch's hands.
Chase leapt easily out of the way, then sent a pillar of flame roaring at his lover.
Jaq's invisible shield blocked it easily.
"I am lord of this castle! I command every creature within its walls! Bow to me, witch!" Chase roared, flinging himself forward through the wall of flame.
Jaq wasn't there any more.
"I submit to you because I love you, you stupid lizard!" The albino woman shouted, flinging a blast of ice that coated the dragon lord from head to toe.
The block of ice surrounding Chase Young creaked, cracked, and shattered.
"Love me?! You haven't spoken to me in a week, you frigid cow!!" The dragon snarled, dark magic leaping for the pale witch. "You sleep in another room, you don't allow me to touch you, and you won't even speak to me! You should be grateful I even keep you after what you attempted while we made love!"
Jaq turned aside Chase's magical blast, which hit one of the dragon lord's many antiquities and turned it into something many-legged and chittery that scuttle off into the darkness.
The few remaining jungle cats gladly leapt after it in an excuse to quit the battle ground.
"I should be grateful you keep me?!" Jaq echoed in disbelief, the metal in the room whipping from its resting place to form a sharp, lethal tornado before the witch.
"You know of what I speak! You practically tried to rape me! If you still had the ability to return to your male form, you doubtless would have!" Chase roared.
"Rape you?! This from the asshole who pulled my dress open and started sucking my nipples while I tried to fight you off?! I don't know if anyone ever explained this to you, Chase, but sexual activity without consent is rape and you didn't have my consent! What does that make you?!"
"I am not a rapist!" Chase Young roared. "You coupled with me eagerly-"
"Once I knew I had a choice in the matter!" Jaq countered.
The metal tornado flew apart, flinging shrapnel in all directions. Chase shook the bits of metal from his scales, crouching down for another pounce.
"Compared to getting orally molested against your will, getting a finger up the ass while you're getting a blowjob is no big deal!" Jaq screeched.
"You violated my body in an unwanted manner, ji nv! You claim it was to heighten my pleasure, but I wonder how you came by such whore's tricks!"
After the vicious magical battle, Chase was unprepared for the albino witch to throw her hands over her face and give a sudden, violent sob.
The dragon lord pulled up.
"You-you called me a whore . . . ." Jaq whimpered. "You called me a whore that night, too." Jaq lowered her hands. Tears streamed down her white cheeks, dragging her eyeliner with them in messy smears.
"I was a virgin when we met! You were the first and only man to ever touch me! I only wanted to please you," Jaq trailed off, crying earnest.
"Why does everyone call me a whore?" She whispered half to herself. "I'm faithful and monogamous."
Chase settled back in a crouch as he considered her statement.
It was true; his Jaq had been pure when he had first taken her. And Jaq, who loved sex and was beautiful enough to claim any man she wanted, had only ever shown interest in him.
He had even taken the liberty of monitoring her movements when she went to work for Lord Gurymix. Every man she had come into contact with was comely and beautiful, but Jaq treated them with the same mild derision she did her female coworkers.
Jaq cared for no one but him.
The words twisting in his chest, Chase opened his mouth to retract his statement.
Before he could say anything, Jaq gathered her flowing skirts and ran off down a nearby corridor, sobbing hysterically.
For a moment, the dragon lord was struck dumb.
Jaq was running away? From him?
Jaq was trying to leave him?!
With a horrid snarl, Chase rushed down the corridor after his fleeing lover.
Jaq ran down the corridor recklessly, the tears in her eyes blinding her. It didn't matter; she wanted to be away, away from the source of the pain in her chest.
She only got fifty feet away before an enraged dragon lord seized her from behind and threw her against a nearby wall. Jaq gave a shrill scream of distress as first one heavily muscled forearm, and then another slammed into the wall she was cowering against, trapping her within Chase's arms.
"Don't! Run! From Me!" The dragon roared.
Jaq buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
Thin lips peeled back from draconian teeth in frustration.
"You don't care about me." Jaq whimpered. "I'm just . . . convenient to you."
Chase stopped in mid-snarl.
"Sure, you like to fuck me because I'm hot, but I'm just a hot whore that you don't have to pay. If you knew what I felt for you, you wouldn't call me a whore. You'd know whatever I did; I did because I wanted to please you."
There was a crackle and grind of magic and Chase was back in his human form. He still kept his lover in the cage of his arms and he still looked ready to commit murder.
"Jaq. Look at me," he commanded.
Shaking, the albino witch took her hands away from her face. Her crimson eyes were still downcast.
"Look. At. Me!" Chase snapped. He grabbed his lover by the chin and forced her head up.
"I know that you are no whore. You are mine. You have always been mine and you will always be mine. If you were to ever leave me, I would go mad. That is why you should never RUN FROM ME!!" Chase roared. Jaq quivered in his grasp, tears pooling in her eyes. A small cry of fear escaped her lips, but she didn't look away.
"I - I wasn't-"
"I only know what I see, little ghost. When I see you running away, I go insane! I don't wish to do anything . . . . insane where you are concerned."
Jaq swallowed heavily.
"It - It doesn't bother you when I'm giggling and leaving a trail of clothing." She whispered, forcing a smile.
For a moment, Chase didn't react.
Then, the slightest hint of a smirk tugged at one corner of the warlord's mouth.
"Well, obviously not then. Then, it is simply a game to whet my appetite." One hand left the wall and stroked down the silky length of crimson hair. "There is no need for that now. After a week without your touch, I can barely contain myself, pretty ghost."
The tension melted from the warrior's stance and he pressed warmly against his consort, reaching for those luscious lips with his own.
Only to have Jaq turn her face away from his.
Chase Young fisted his hand in Jaq's hair and forced her head back around.
"DON'T REJECT ME!" He bellowed.
"Ah-apologize." Jaq whispered.
"What?!"
"Apologize for calling me a whore," Jaq breathed, her body as tense as a bowstring. "And we can make up. I won't be mad anymore."
Chase's eyes widened and he tore himself away from the white skinned witch.
"I should apologize to you? And you won't be angry any more? Who is lord of this castle, witch?!" Golden eyes went narrow and filled with hate. "You are correct about one thing; you are not a whore. Whores eventually say enough is enough; sluts never say that."
Jaq's jaw dropped. Then a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks.
"I HATE you!" she screamed. "I never want to speak to you again, you bastard!"
Jaq turned and ran down the hallway again.
Chase felt a sudden sharp feeling of cold stab through his guts. It had been so long since he had experienced the emotion he almost didn't recognize it.
It was fear.
"No! Jaq!" With supernatural speed, the dragon lord appeared behind the fleeing witch and snaked his arms around her waist. "No! You are not permitted to leave! You are not allowed to hate me!"
The albino gave a wordless howl of protest, jerking against the tight hold around her waist.
"You are mine! Mine! MINE!"
With the final reiteration, Chase gave up his grip on his human form and went dragon. The demon creature clutched his chosen mate against the soft scales of his underbelly and teleported to the one place he always imagined Jaq happy: his bed.
Jaq sobbed hysterically even as she felt soft silk and satin appear under her back. Chase tilted her so that she was lying partially on her back and curled protectively around her. The young witch's tears slowed slightly as she heard Chase making a mournful noise half-way between a growl and a whine.
Jaq blinked.
Chase had stopped his threats and insults and was clutching her fiercely, as if she'd disappear if he lightened his grip in the slightest. He was also curling around her, even the very tip of his tail coiled around her arm.
He seemed to realize Jaq had nearly stopped crying and nuzzled her chin.
"Mine," he whispered. "You cannot hate me. I love you."
The young witch sniffled piteously.
"Then why do you say such awful things?" she whispered brokenly.
"Because I am evil, little ghost. Why else would I hurt my beautiful girl so? Why would I try to drive away my one and only joy?" Chase said quietly. Reptilian muscles tightened minutely. "Don't go. You cannot go; I forbid it."
"I'm not a whore. OR a slut," Jaq asserted, a few stray tears streaking her cheeks.
Chase made a low, pained sound. Gently, carefully, he nuzzled her with his draconic jaw.
"I regret that I referred to you thus," he said softly, and nuzzled her again.
Jaq sniffled quietly.
"I was only trying to make you feel good," she whispered. Deep down, she knew that was the closest thing she'd get to an apology from Chase Young.
Chase sighed and nuzzled her again. "If you had bothered to ask if I would allow such a thing..." He sighed again; nuzzled again. "Little ghost, I understand 'in the heat of the moment' perfectly well, but there are... reasons... why I am most definitely a ladies' man."
The tension finally melted from the young witch and she puddled bonelessly against the dragon in her bed.
"I'm sorry . . ." she whimpered. A sob wracked her frame. "I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry!"
Chase melted into his human form and held her close, kissing her desperately.
"I love you," he said, and his voice showed further hints of his desperation. "I love you. Jaq Spicer, I love you. For the first time, I can see myself going into the long years of immortality with a beloved companion by my side. That is you. I... please. Please, do not leave me! I... I cannot..."
He couldn't bring himself to say it; that he didn't think he'd survive the loss of her from his side, from his life.
Instead, he held her close and whispered his love to her, over and over again, as his super-keen hearing centered in on her beloved heartbeat.
Said heartbeat sped up sharply at Chase's words of love.
"Ch-Chase . . ." she breathed, snaking her arms around his neck. "I don't – I want – immortality? I'll be with you forever?"
Jaq pressed a deep, wet kiss to Chase's lips, her tears smearing between their cheeks and flavoring the kiss.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you want me forever?"
He kissed her deeply in return, craving her taste, her touch, as if she were the air he required to continue breathing.
"I want you forever," he breathed, looking deep into her beautiful, crimson eyes. He stroked her hair, relishing the sensation of the soft locks. "I have found perfection in you... with you. I cannot let you go. I cannot, Jaq. I must... have you."
He kissed her again, needfully.
Jaq let out a buttery soft moan and kissed the man she loved. Instinctively, her legs spread to allow him between her thighs, even though several layers of silk and satin separated them.
"Chase . . . I love you so much! I'll be with you until the day I die!"
Chase shuddered as cold fear ripped through him. Clutching her to him tightly, he buried his face in her neck; smelling her sweetly musky scent, listening to her heart beating, strong and proud.
"No dying," he said thickly. "No dying, no leaving me! Never! I order it to be so!"
He tried to get closer against her, making a frustrated noise when he discovered he was already pressed against her as tightly as was physically possible.
"My love," he said, low and heavy. "My Jaq. My love."
"P-poor choice of words," Jaq gasped, arching up against his chest. "Anything for you! I belong to you, Chase, no one else!"
Her legs lifted and coiled around his, trapping the dragon lord's armored body in drapes of silk and satin. On a whim, she shook her sleeves free and flung them over Chase's back, catching the ends in the opposite hand so that her lover was tied to her by black brocade.
"Ah-ha! Now you're trapped," she announced slyly. "You're tied to me forever; watcha going to do about it?"
In response, he bit her neck.
On that delicate curve where her neck merged with her shoulder.
Right through her silk.
He waited for her arch-and-shudder to pass, for the gasping to quiet down. He lifted his head and stared at her, not smiling, not amused.
"If I am trapped," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "I wallow in the trap willingly... gladly! Trap me if you will, witch -- you are as equally held by me."
Jaq fingered the bite on her neck gently, staring back at Chase. She lifted up and rubbed her cheek against his.
"You've got it backwards, love. You were the one to capture me; to leave your mark on me. Now I get to return the favor." With that she bit down sharply on his earlobe.
Chase gasped, but then shivered and growled with pleasure.
"Beautiful girl," he whispered, pressing forward, settling between her legs. "My beautiful Jaq... Do you want to know why I mauled you so quickly when you first showed yourself to me?"
He kissed her when she finally let go of him; drinking her mouth with slow, adoring strokes of his tongue and lips.
"Mmm, why's that?" Jaq purred when Chase let her up for air.
"Because I had to make you mine," he said, his mouth still touching hers lightly. "I had to. You were a female and everything I'd ever wanted to do to you -- with you -- was suddenly possible. I had to claim you. I had to claim you before other monsters in the world realized there was a perfect beauty walking among us and tried to take you away from me. I couldn't risk it. I had to have you as mine. Mine... oh, Jaq... the joy of my long life..."
He kissed her again, needing to taste her, always.
Jaq moaned into her lover's mouth, aroused both by his touch and his words. Love swelled in her heart until she thought the organ would burst into an oozing, sticky mess inside of her chest. She couldn't do that, though. Chase said no dying. After his promise of forever, if Chase said to fly, Jaq would have done so.
She kissed and kissed and kissed her lover, one hand sliding free of his inky black locks to paw at the frogs holding her cheongsam shut.
The albino witch managed to open the clasps half-way down her chest and clawed the fabric open, baring one large, milk-pale breast.
"Take me," she breathed. "Please take me now."
Chase kissed his way down her chest and nuzzled delicately at her bare breast.
"Yes," he murmured, enjoying the scent of exotic spice coming from her skin. "Yes. But I must be careful. I've wanted you for days and have been denied. I hunger for you, my lovely girl!"
He sealed his mouth over her nipple and sucked, careful of his sharp teeth, even as his hand went between her legs to begin playing with her sensitive flesh.
Jaq keened and arched her back, wanting to be closer and closer to her beloved, to feel his hands and mouth on her body.
"I've . . . I've missed this!" She panted. "I missed our bed . . . I've missed you. My beloved! My Chase! It's like . . . . how I wanted you . . . that first time on your balcony!"
"What?" he asked, letting go of her breast so he could speak. "Me, in love with you?"
His fingers were spreading her lips apart gently; dipping into the wetness hidden behind them and then withdrawing to spread the moisture around. He had to make her as slick as possible, because he wasn't going to be given to much foreplay. Once she was open to him, he was going to take her.
His woman!
His Jaq!
His beautiful, wicked witch...
"Mmmmmmmnnnyeeeeeess!" Jaq breathed, writhing against the mattress.
Her hands left off clutching desperately at Chase to yank and tug at her dress until the last frog opened. The black brocade and silk parted, revealing her slim white body, while leaving her sleeves encased in the dress.
"I don't think I could go on without your love, Chase! I love you so!"
Chase kissed her mouth deeply; kissed and kissed her, and then pulled away, breathing harshly. As swiftly as he could, he pulled his clothing away from his body, and then returned to her embrace.
Jaq's eyes reveled in the unparalleled male beauty that was Chase. Even as he opened his clothing quickly, desperately, he was achingly beautiful to look at. Somehow the fact that they only rearranged their clothing enough to bare the skin that would touch when they embraced was staggeringly hot.
"Chase . . . Chase, please, now! I don't care if I'm not wet enough, just get inside me!"
He bent; pressed his forehead to hers.
"I care," he said gruffly. "I do not want to hurt you like this. I do not want to make you unable to make love with me. I will take you many, many times before I finally have my fill of you!"
With that, he slithered downwards, pulled her open, and set his mouth to her.
Jaq came almost instantly. After a week of her self-imposed celibacy, the first touch of Chase's mouth to her folds had her arching up off of the mattress, squealing and crying.
"Chase! Oh god, do me! Please get up here! I want that cock; I want your beautiful, wonderful rock-hard cock in my pussy! Oh gods, Chase, please!"
One pale hand tangled in Chase's hair while the other pinched and tweaked her hard nipples. Thought was gone from Jaq's mind. All she knew was pleasure and desire for Chase to be coupling with her.
Chase shuddered. Hearing his lover's sweet voice saying such filthy words was too much for him to bear.
Growling, he crawled upwards. Blindly, he sought her mouth even as he hooked his hand under her left leg and pulled upwards, trying to get her closer to him. He dropped his hips, pressed into place, and thrust forward -- filling her deeply, thickly, fully in one motion.
Jaq cried out loudly at the feel of his thick, hard prick filling her so abruptly. She loved it, she loved it, and she wanted more!
"Chase! My love! My lord and master! Gods, Baby, fuck me silly!"
He snarled wordlessly and fastened his mouth to her neck, sucking strongly as his body began to rock wildly; jolting them both back and forth as he pulled his hard, hot erection from her slick wet sheath briefly before riding back into her on a rushing thrust; desperate to be back in the warm, loving pocket of her body.
He made a keening noise of delight as he rutted on her -- delirious with relief and joy that he was finally back where he belonged.
Not that Jaq had been making a great deal of sense before, but now she lost all ability to form coherent thought. Fragments of words and pleased cries dropped from her lips as she bucked up fiercely to meet each forceful thrust of Chase's hips. She felt almost drunk, delirious on the feel of the dragon lord's chiseled body rutting on hers. There couldn't be this much pleasure in all the world! For a moment, Jaq believed she actually might die from the pleasure!
Chase was making love to her! He loved her! He would keep her for always!
Jaq didn't even feel the tears of joy streaking her cheeks.
Chase thrust hard into his lover, in and out -- mindless to all else except his need to dominate her and find pleasure.
He pushed up onto his hands that clenched tightly in the covers beneath his woman as he worked his hips back and forth between her legs. She was his! His!
He glared down at her, his lust fierce, but he didn't see the person; the identity beneath him. He saw his mate, his queen, submitting to him.
The knowledge that he had conquered her, that she craved his loving, sent him over the edge of bliss.
His hips snapping forward wildly, shoving his cock in and out of her frantically, Chase threw back his head and roared as he orgasmed.
Jaq could feel it now; when Chase trembled, shuddered, then doubled his efforts; he was in the last hard, frantic sprint towards orgasm. The albino witch tightened her legs around Chase's waist and let the pleasure overtake her. She cried out and came, her voice mingling with her lover's deep roar.
When Chase regained awareness, he discovered he was resting with his weight on his elbows, forearms, and knees -- bracing himself above her, still between her legs, with his head pillowed on her chest.
He also realized he was still hard inside her despite having pumped her full of come.
Lifting his head, he met her hazy red gaze.
Without saying a word, he began fucking her again.
Jaq squealed in delight, her body still humming and twitching from the previous earth shaking orgasm.
"Ch-chase . . . ." she panted in a low voice. "You're 'mazing . . . so incredible . . . my dragon . . . my lord."
Chase pressed his mouth to hers. He wasn't in the mood for talking. All he cared about was staking his claim on this infuriating, intoxicating witch in a way she would never be able to dispute again!
He kissed her lewdly, luxuriously, as his hips moved slowly; working his long, thick cock gently in and out of her. Gods, the feel of her slickness dragging against the sensitive skin of his prick! The heated muscles wrapped tightly around him, massaging him with each pulsing cling of her needy arousal... He was the luckiest dragon in the world to have this wanton, sexual creature for his own.
He thrust in deeply, held himself there, and circled his hips in a slow roll -- massaging his heavy cock with her wet warmth. Her body was his to do as he pleased with. He could fuck her as much as he wanted to; come inside her every single time, marking her! Claiming her!
Jaq Spicer belonged to Chase Young.
Growling, his lust rising, Chase began to rock and thrust harder, faster, and felt her nails claw into his back again.
Jaq could do little but enjoy the rough, possessive way Chase rutted on her. She writhed, clawed at Chase's back, scratched, bit, sucked and kissed at him. She toyed with the idea of shoving him off just long enough to flip onto her hands and knees, but Chase wouldn't like being shoved off and he'd probably be right back into place before she managed to turn.
"W-want . . . you . . . behind . . . me!" she managed to pant.
Chase shuddered and continued moving inside her. He heard her words, but he honestly didn't know if he could stop long enough to grant her request.
Yet, for her... he would try.
Several deep thrusts later, he abruptly pulled out of her and snapped, "Hands and knees! Now!"
Jaq spun quickly, her dress trailing off to one side as she pushed back up onto her knees and offered herself up.
"For you," she panted. "This is all for you, my sexy dragon!"
He draped himself over her back and thrust his cock up into her before she'd even finished speaking. Gripping the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder with his teeth, he began fucking her hard and fast.
"Love it when you bite!" Jaq panted.
The albino witch buried her face in the coverlets and cried out loud and long. She was going to come; she couldn't help it! Her lover, her mate was claiming her and he had bitten her at the nape of the neck that way she loved that was so primal and bestial!
That was it, she was coming, she was coming, she was going to come NOW!
Jaq screamed as orgasm overwhelmed her.
Chase groaned as he felt the fluttering strokes of her sheath rippling and clamping around him. He could feel her wetness gush along his skin and couldn't help the sob of delight that burst from him.
And then, he reared up so that he balanced on his knees. He took hold of her hips and held her steady as he fucked her; used her lewdly as he sought his own pleasure. His hips smacked against her bottom swiftly as he worked his thick, heavy cock in and out of her until, finally, he came with a shuddering howl of joy.
Jaq panted in bliss, pleasured practically boneless. She slid forward slowly until she could rest her belly on the mattress, reaching one hand back to make sure Chase slid forward with her. The albino witch rested against the coverlets for a moment, then began to slowly wiggle out of her dress.
"I don't want anything between us," she whispered, casting the garment aside. That done, she pulled loose the band securing her ponytail and let her hair spill loose and wild across her back.
"Nothing at all."
Chase rested against her. Now that the edge had been taken off his lust, he nuzzled against her -- purring his contentment that they were together again.
"My beautiful ghost girl," he whispered. "Love of my evil life... keeper of my black heart. No one has ever had me as you have me."
He slid away from her; pulling back, pulling out, as he kissed his way down her back to her backside. He nipped one curvy cheek gently, and then lay back gracefully and grinned at her when she turned her head to look at him.
"Mount me, dark heart," he crooned to her, gesturing at his still eager prick. "Ride me. Grant us both pleasure."
"My gods, Chase," Jaq murmured in disbelief. "You are amazing, my love."
Pushing herself up, she crawled towards her lover. He wanted to be mounted, but.
"Mmmm, do you wish for a little oral before your ride, my dragon king?" she asked playfully, bending to lick and suck the head of his cock teasingly.
He looked at her -- his gold eyes darkened with lust -- and smirked.
"Actually..." he drawled, "I think I do."
Chase smiled at her kittenish little purr of sexual delight.
"Your mouth is divine," he murmured. "You know precisely how to please me. Each press of your plump lips, every swirl of your hot, silky tongue... oh. Oh, my lovely little ghost girl. Yes."
Jaq hummed her delight, knowing the noise would vibrate up through her lips and give Chase further pleasure.
"Chase . . ." she breathed, her breath whispering across the wet spot on Chase's cock, bringing the soft tickle of unexpected cold before she carefully licked it warm again.
Jaq kept her lips and tongue wet, dragging saliva and wet kisses up and down the shaft before shooting a hot look up from under her thick black lashes and taking Chase down her throat.
Chase cried out at the thrill of being encased in wetness and heat. Oh, dark gods, his beloved was a perfectly sexual being!
He was incapable of saying anything as he focused entirely on the pleasure his cock was receiving. His hands stroked her hair, held her head, and he gave a tiny rocking thrust with his hips.
Usually Chase enjoyed being swallowed and sucked and licked with a vigor Jaq would almost call 'rough'. He was a dragon, after all; he could take anything she could dish out.
This time was different.
This time Jaq moved gently, tantalizing her lover with gentle movement of hot and wet to cool air to teasing to simple wet. She kissed and loved his cock with a tenderness she usually reserved for his mouth. Because she loved to pleasure him like this. Because she loved him.
Chase made a sound she had never heard before. It started low; deeply masculine to match him, but then moved sharply upward into a tone that resonated like a whine - if Chase Young could be said to be whining.
He writhed in the bed, struggling to keep his dragon in check so he wouldn't hurt his gorgeous witch. He was desperate to give her what she wanted.
Chase wanted his lover to be happy.
Jaq noted the tell-tale ripple of scales under Chase's skin. She knew Chase well enough to know when he was holding back. The albino witch didn't think her perfect, perfect dragon lord should ever have to hold back.
She freed her mouth from his cock and leaned up, tossing a long lock of blood red hair over her shoulder.
"Go dragon, Chase," she instructed with ultimate tenderness. "Go dragon and I'll ride you."
The words pulled him out of the pleasure haze and he shook his head.
"I can't," he argued. "My dragon-shape... it isn't built for lying on my back."
Jaq stroked his cock casually, keeping him hard.
"Do you want me on my hands and knees again?" She inquired sweetly.
He smiled at her. "No. My lovely ghost girl... ride me. I beg of you."
Jaq made a happy, kittenish noise and moved to straddle him. They had never really made love like this before; oh, there had been a few instances of frantic up-against-the-wall banging, or Jaq riding him while he sat on his throne, but here, in their bed, Chase almost always took the dominate position.
What did it say now that he was asking her to do so?
Jaq didn't care what it meant; she didn't want to psychoanalyze their relationship. All she knew now was that Chase had asked her to ride him and that's exactly what he was going to get.
The albino witch reached behind her to find the dragon lord's rigid cock and guide it gently into place.
"Oh . . . . . . Chase!"
He was breathless with delight as he watched her beautiful face. He was rigid with keeping himself in control as he felt her slick, tight heat fold down around his sensitive cock.
It meant everything to him that she was there with him. It meant everything that he could let down his guard to let her mount him like this.
"Beloved," he whispered hoarsely, and took hold of her hips.
His back arched as he thrust upwards, burying himself inside her.
Without hesitation, he let his head tilt backwards, baring his throat and chest to her even as he took his pleasure inside her.
"Ah! Baby!" That endearment no one else got to use; that simple word that made her more powerful than any sorceress in the world, she got to call Chase Young 'baby' and that was incredible.
Leaning forward slightly, her red hair falling over her lover like a waterfall of blood, Jaw began to rock her hips.
She rode him as she had loved him with her mouth, strangely soft and gentle, yet somehow with a tenderness and love Chase could feel down in his bones.
Chase relaxed with a shiver and met her crimson gaze. He reached up to take handfuls of her long red hair and followed the motion of her sexy, curvy hips.
"You're mine," he said softly. "I am never going to let you go because I don't want to die. I'll die without you, Jaq. I can't live without you. You're vital to my well-being. I love you."
"Chase!"
Tears sparkled in the corners of Jaq's eyes, but these were tears of pure joy. She smiled as they slipped down her cheeks.
"You'll never have to; I'll never leave you!" she promised. "You own me, Chase. A word from you and I'm weeping like my world is ending or crying for joy. No one else has ever had me so."
She continued her slow, gentle loving as she spoke.
His grin was wide with delight, smug with arrogant glee.
"Mine," he chanted, and thrust harder, quicker, up into her. "Mine. Mine! My ghost-girl, my lover... my wife!"
"W-wife?" Jaq gasped, rocking back in response to his strong, vigorous thrusts. "Your - ah! - your wife?!"
"Jaq! My wife! Stay with me; rule by my side! Say yes!" he growled, all but ordering her even as he made passionate love to her.
More tears; they fell like rain on Chase's face and chest as Jaq wept her joy even as her lover's cock teased yet another orgasm from her.
"Chase! Chase! Ah! Ah! YeeeeeeeeeeeEEEESSS!!" she screamed.
Chase's answering shout was wild in his triumph. She had said yes! The most gorgeous witch on the planet was his!
He couldn't control himself; he couldn't help it! Pulling his climaxing lover down against him, he then rolled swiftly so that he had room.
Once he was braced above her, still inside her... he transformed.
Jaq could do little more than gasp when Chase pinned her down to the mattress, but as he transformed, she let out a hoarse shout. It didn't hurt; not really. They had already mated three times with Chase in his human form; she was slick and stretched and prepared as she would ever be.
Jaq looked up with glittering red eyes at the powerful, fierce creature above her.
"Chase . . . . my Chase . . . my husband . . ." a few more crystal tears of joy slipped down her white cheeks.
Chase dipped his large, reptilian head so he could taste the salt-sweet tears on her face. He began thrusting again, rutting on the woman who had agreed to be his bride, his queen... the phoenix empress to his dragon emperor!
The mother of his future children.
After all this time, he'd finally been bested; defeated, conquered, and claimed.
By this woman who adored him beyond all reason.
He said nothing as he made love, moving fast and hard inside her, desperate for his own climax. He needed her, needed the pleasure she could give him, and finally he threw his head back and roared his ecstasy as spent himself inside Jaq!
Jaq had always thought Chase's dragon form was beautiful; beautiful and fierce and powerful. To have him rutting on her like this, after proposing marriage . . ! The albino witch could do little more than shiver and shake as the demon beast slaked his lust on her. When he began the final hard, fast sprint towards orgasm, his claws digging into her sensitive skin, Jaq arched and tensed and squealed as she came again.
With a rough noise that was almost another roar, Chase collapsed beside his lover, the breath gusting noisily in and out of his chest.
Jaq wiggled over to him and pressed soft, tender kisses to his fearsome muzzle while making tiny noises of joy. Chase growled softly and yanked her tight against his scaly chest.
"Mine," he growled.
"Yours," Jaq agreed.
For a few moments they rested in silence, Jaq snuggling up to the fearsome beast beside her until she was comfortable enough to sleep. Chase merely watched her through slitted eyes, noting with pleasure that his lover had no fear of his true form. He truly was the most fortunate monster on the planet to have snagged this perfect witch.
With a rumbling purr, the dragon let his yellow eyes close.
"By the way; my parents want to meet you," Jaq murmured.
Yellow eyes snapped back open.