Chapter 13 - Enough
SO! A lot of people seem to be under the impression that I've quit fanfiction all together and this is decidedly not the case.
I have instead moved my wares over to Archive of Our Own, where I may write my MA rated fics to my deviant heart's content. I can be found under the author name SinisterScribe (all one word) and I have all of the current chapters of Heart and a Half posted and I'm working my way through The 'Evil' is Silent and will be posting promo updates for that as the chapters are posted.
Since a lot of people seem not to have gotten the memo and there are no email alert functions on AO3 (as far as I'm aware) I figured I could use this site as a kind of promo for my actual fics. Like how you watch Once promos on youtube and then go somewhere to actually watch them :D
Is clever. Will travel.
Below is an excerpt of the chapter (as little spoilery as I can manage) and the rest of it can be found over on AO3, I would post a link but ffnet dickery rears its bell ended head yet again.
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"Very good. You'll do nicely." She turned away from him and stalked to the back of the room.
The chamber was large. Larger than any indoor space Haurool had ever had to call his own, but he understood quite modest compared to the rest of the castle. The walls were a soft blue, the bed was large but not the massive expanse he might have expected. Haurool frowned.
This was not the private domain he had expected from a woman so dark and twisted. It spoke of an inner softness that he had yet to see from her.
He hoped it was there.
Softness meant an easy place to sink a claw or tooth. Softness meant he could kill her and get his heart back. Softness, for him, meant hope.
She disappeared behind a screen and he listened to the rustling of fabric. It took him a moment to realise she was disrobing. He tilted his head and thought about the biting kiss she'd lain on him in her vault.
Ah.
Really?
Well, he had done more distasteful things in the name of surviving. Pretending to be a human chief amongst them. He did not see why he should draw the line at fucking a woman if she demanded it.
Haurool began to strip himself. He tore off the leathers that she had bid him to wear to fit in with her knights, kicking off his boots, it was a moment's work to be naked.
Haurool huffed out a breath and wondered exactly what she had planned for him.
If he was lucky, she'd underestimate his strength and he'd kill her with nothing more than his enthusiasm. She was not a she-wolf, not as strong or durable as any of the females he had enjoyed when he had lived with the werewolf pack in the Shivering Woods.
He knew that he was good at fucking. The she-wolves in the werewolf pack had told him so. He was also supposedly attractive. By human standards. He was ugly and hairless for a wolf. His limbs scrawny, his claws and teeth comparatively blunt, but apparently quite handsome for a human male.
He'd never bothered to do more than take their word on it.
The Queen stepped out from behind the screen, she wore some sort of thin slip and a plush robe that swept the floor behind her. She stilled in the action of tightening the sash at her slim waist when she saw him standing naked in the middle of her bedchamber.
As I say, the rest is on AO3.
See you there!