AN: Well the turn around was quick but these were my two birthday month stories, Your Turn to Roll and Unholy. Now Unholy is a sort of mirror world fic to Giants and its sequel Royalty (still chipping away at that). You do not need to read Giants for this it's 150 chapters plus a 6 or 7 chapter epilogue and updating to fanfiction is hard, they are two different worlds, in a multiverse, and honestly this is mostly pwp but the characters will be making a return in Royalty at some is what happens when people complain about my lack of sex scenes and degeneracy. =D
Summary: After a bloody successful coup, Santana Lopez deals with the machinations of an morally bankrupt, psychotic Empress Charlie Fabray. PWP [Charlie/Santana]
Warning: This fic is for mature audiences and it is a toxic relationship so don't come at me in the comments, you've been warned
Song: Unholy by Sam Smith
Hushed whispers, and loud conversation couldn't hide the underlying tension or fear in the Assembly Hall. The reality was they should have expected this, they should have prepared for this inevitability, but getting involved with the Imperial family and trying to influence them, let alone manipulate their affairs would have severe repercussions.
Things had changed after World War II, Artemis July had appeared out of nowhere and had smashed and killed the Utopian and his Union of Justice. It hadn't been a fight, and massacre wasn't quite the word to describe what happened. There had been no resistance, Artemis July had simply walked into a newly built Hall of Justice, where Sheldon Sampson also known as the Utopian was greeting newly minted heroes who wanted to fulfill his dream of what the world should be, and had brought the building down on top of them. The Utopian, Brainwave, Lady Liberty, and several other heroes were crushed. The Hall of Justice was nothing more than a pile of rubble, burying the dream of a better tomorrow.
The entire weight of the United States military industrial complex, including its special Augmented Individual was sent after Artemis hoping to bring her to some sort of justice. Within 72 hours the United States Government surrendered. The losses were catastrophic, within hours she had devastated every military and naval base in the country with a mere flick of her wrist, collapsing it and killing thousands of their armed forces. Most hadn't been able to pull out their weapons.
Within hours of their surrender, Canada and Mexico fell in line, pledging their allegiance hoping to prevent the losses that had been seen in America who was still reeling from the damage that one woman had caused. Fear was an excellent motivator, those that resisted were crushed in a rather pointless endeavor. Those that fell in line, were more or less given some autonomy to act within their best self interest. Countries began to fall like dominos, with politicians and businesses pledging their allegiance to the new world order.
It was six months before Artemis spoke to the people for the first time, well after nearly every country had bent the knee and were doing everything to get in her good graces. With an army of Augmented Individuals who had pledged loyalty to her. Within two years she was crowned as the Empress who had conquered the planet.
But that was a lifetime ago and despite the many misgivings that many people had, many things had been better under the rule of Her Imperial Majesty. Poverty was a thing of the past, economic growth across the globe had led to zero hunger, better health, quality education which came with gender equality, with clean and accessible water. But more importantly the reliance on fossil fuels was a thing of the past, as infrastructure had moved away from dirty energy and with economic opportunity and little income inequality people adored and worshiped Her Imperial Majesty. Her brutality was forgiven, she had brought peace to the Earth.
For nearly 80 years Artemis July had ruled, and despite her advanced age, she barely looked a day over 40 and was just as powerful as ever, and yet she had plans to announce who her successor was going to be. With two children, and four grandchildren it was rumored that she was going to split the planet in 3, allowing her non-exiled grandchildren to inherit her empire.
It was something that had been argued against, but her Imperial Majesty appeared to be a doting grandmother to her grandchildren, a far cry from the harshness that she had displayed as a mother. But her grandchildren were every bit as dangerous as she was. Each had been blessed with unfathomable power, and despite the appearance of being a doting grandmother, everything that they had been given needed to be earned.
The tension in the room shifts as the doors open and every last member gets to their feet ready to bow to her Imperial Majesty, it was rare for her to order a gathering of the General Assembly on such short notice, but with the Empress's advanced age, it was probably time for an announcement of who would be inheriting her Empire, or at the very least if Her Imperial Majesty was still set on splitting the Empire in four, then who would be inheriting what.
But instead of the familiar red and gold uniform of the Empress's Honor Guard, a group tasked with the Empress's protection, several women enter the room wearing black and blue, the blue hues glowing as they take their positions beside the throne. This was not what anyone had been expecting, and the women ranged in size and shape, as they stared down at the gathered delegation, daring anyone to say anything.
Finally the last of the uniformed women steps out, this time wearing the same uniform but instead of blue, it is a vibrant red as she steps towards the podium, "I am here to announce the death of her Imperial Highness, Artemis July, the Eternal Visionary. May she rest in peace."
The proclamation immediately causes panic amongst the delegation, as whispers and talking and accusations run wild. History had shown that the death of a monarch, especially one that lacked an official heir would be a time of great turmoil and bloodshed, and with the power that Artemis's grandchildren had it could tear the world asunder. Getting involved in Imperial politics was a fool's errand, but with no heir, they would be forced to create alliances, they would need to prepare what was left of their forces for war. Not that it would matter—
"There will be a mourning period of eight days, one for each decade that Her Imperial Majesty sat on the throne, and at the conclusion of this mourning period, the coronation of the sole heir to her Imperial Majesty's Empire will take place a week after the mourning period."
"De quelle autorité parlez-vous ?"
The woman turns sharply to the person who had dared to ask a question and narrows her eyes, glaring at the member of France's delegation. "I speak with the Authority of the sole heir to the Imperial Throne, your future Empress. Votre manque de respect a été noté." She stares down the French diplomat before she turns to look at the rest of the gathered body. "Are there any questions?" Sharp eyes scan the room till one member raises their hand and she turns to look at them, giving a brief nod to give them permission to speak.
"Wakanda has been a loyal vassal for the entirety of Her Imperial Majesty's reign. If a new heir has been named, and seeks to take the throne then we simply wish to know who is taking the Imperial Throne. It is custom to present gifts to the new Empress."
"That will be—"
Before she can finish, there's a disturbance as King T'Challa's all female-guard the Dora Milaje pull out their spears and point them at the person who had currently appeared in front of King T'Challa, standing on the table over him, but after a moment she crouches down so that they're eye level. "What type of present, T'Challa," the intruder questions drawing out the vowels in the name and not bothering with honorifics seemingly unperturbed by the weapons that are pointed in her general vicinity. Despite the fact she's merely in what appears to be workout clothes.
Once more, the tension in the room is palpable as the uniformed women who immediately take up arms, drawing on their abilities.
T'Challa slowly raises his hands, a deal had been struck between his grandfather and Artemis, Wakanda would retain more autonomy than any other region, as long as they submitted to her rule. It had worked well for their country. No one was attempting to steal their resources and his people no longer had to hide, they enjoyed an elevated status. "Your Imperial Highness," he said, bowing his head slightly, recognizing the woman in front of him. At his words and the actions the Dora Milaje immediately pull their weapons back and return them to their side. "When did you return?"
The woman's eyes narrow for a moment, before she smiles and pats T'Challa on the shoulder and lets out a laugh, "Your eyes betray you, T'Challa, but do not fear I have no interest in plunging this world into chaos and bloodshed. Your family has served mine well, and I hope to continue that working relationship." The woman leans back and looks at her own guard for a moment before raising a brow. "Santana."
The woman at the podium in red, inhales slowly, but she does not issue any sort of reproach as she raises her hand indicating for the rest of the Furies to stand down. "Your Imperial Highness," Santana greets, placing a fist over her heart and tilting her head in a sign of respect.
The Imperial Princess turns her attention back to King T'Challa, "You mentioned a gift, I think I'll take one of those spears. I've always admired them. I want that one," The princess said, pointing to General Okoye without looking at her.
"Over my—" Okoye begins.
"Give her the spear, Okoye," T'Challa orders, interrupting her, and refusing to let his gaze shift from the woman in front of her. There had been many calculations, and he had counseled the Empress to pick one of her grandchildren to prevent war from breaking out and destroying the planet. But he and many had hoped and in some cases prayed that it wouldn't be the youngest of Artemis's grandchildren. Princess Charlotte Fabray was the worst possible option.
Okoye glances at her king for a moment before taking a step forward and offers her weapon to the Crown Princess.
Charlie reaches for the spear and picks it up to inspect it testing its sharpness, "They've always impressed me and I admit that I have borrowed from what I learned in Wakanda, that's why I have an all-female guard as well. Well that's not quite true anymore, there is one man, poor guy was terrified that I would kill him, as if I'm some sort of monster!" Charlie shakes her head. "He was a woman now he's a man, I being the progressive thinker that I am said it didn't matter. He had served me faithfully, we bled together. How could my love change just because his pronouns changed? He is retiring next year, with full honors. His knees aren't what they used to be." Charlie said as she stood up and lifts the spear gingerly testing the weight in her hands.
Before anyone can say let alone do anything Charlie appears in front of the French Diplomat that had spoken out of turn gripping the spear and using her momentum as she twists her body to run the diplomat through, shoving the spear down his mouth and through his body pinning him upright, a morbid scarecrow. There's a scream and her eyes shift to the person who had made a sound, and she sees another member of the French Delegation, the acrid smell of urine hits her nose as she turns her attention to the French Diplomat. "Qui était-il pour remettre en question mon autorité ?"
The woman immediately drops to her knees bowing her head, her voice shakes, but she hopes that her answer spares her. "Un imbécile."
Charlie loses interest nearly immediately and rests her hand on the vibranium spear, a flash of blue light and arcs of electricity run over the spear as the corpse of the man suddenly begins to bubble as if it's being blown up. The smell as his intestines burst and stomach acid begins to spill onto the ground before there's a pop. It's not like a balloon that's been popped. There was no loud bang, it was just a sad small popping sound as bits of flesh and bone explode all over the room, drenching everyone nearby in bits of what was left of the diplomat. Yet despite her proximity, her white sports bra and black joggers are untouched by the filth.
There was shudders, and smalls squeaks of terror as Charlie yanks the spear upward and inspects it carefully before she simply walks back towards T'Challa and walks past him to hand the spear back to General Okoye who looks slightly perturbed as she takes the spear back. "Your Imperial Highness."
"I've changed my mind, I have more than enough weapons. It's not a good gift T'Challa, and given that it was you who suggested my period of growth to my grandmother, I think a more impressive gift is in order. Don't you think so?"
"I never would have offered her Imperial Highness a simple spear, such an action would be considered an insult," T'Challa said, his features neutral as he kept his gaze on the woman in front of him. She was too dangerous to simply treat her like any other threat. She could change her mind and take his head, because she felt like it. "For your coronation will your family be joining us?"
"T'Challa what makes you think that I would only want a quarter of the pie?" Charlie paused for a moment. "And what makes you think that my sisters would have been happy with their quarter? This world would have been plunged into war. I would have won in the end, but I didn't want to rule over rubble and corpses."
It was such a casual admission that she had murdered her family, and it shocked the room into silence. T'Challa swallows, "And her Imperial Majesty?" His voice wavers.
Charlie dabs at her eyes, "The death of my grandmother has left a hole in my heart that I won't ever be able to fill. I had to get through her Honor Guard to see her before she passed, at least I was the last person that she saw. I hope my presence brought her some semblance of peace." There was stunned silence, Charlie was playing coy but it was clear that she had murdered the former Empress to get her inheritance early. Imperial Princess Charlie Fabray the Mad Dog and Enforcer of the Imperial Throne. "Santana, carry on." Charlie said with a yawn before disappearing.
Santana turned her attention back to T'Challa and the rest of the Dora Milaje; they might present a problem. But she was given orders, "Her Imperial Majesty will be laid to rest, but there will be a public viewing so that the public may say their goodbyes."
~ O ~
"I thought she wasn't going to make an appearance. I thought we agreed that it was best if she let them stew, it would give us time to look into those who might be a problem. She's insulted the Wakandans, they won't take such an insult lightly."
Santana narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at her second-in-command, Tina and looked at her. "Do you think we'd lose a fight against them? After everything we've been through, after all we've done?"
Tina freezes, there was an annoyed edge in Santana's tone which didn't bode well for her general safety, "No, but I will look into it, if the Wakandans plan on rebelling. Perhaps we should look into backing a change in government."
Santana stops in front of some rather ornate doors, too ornate for her taste, but it was only one of the many properties that Charlie had—inherited, she glances at the two furies standing guard. "Go for your break." She doesn't have to repeat herself as the two immediately leave as she opens the doors to the pool house, and walks in. She gets past the changing area, her heels clicking on the tile before she stops at the exit and her nose crinkles in irritation as the sounds of grunts, moans, splashing and giggles echoing around her. She schools her face, this wasn't new behavior and if she showed even a crack of displeasure Charlie would pick up on it and she was here on business. She reaches for the door only for it to swing open before she can touch it and she grimaces, it had always been impossible to sneak up on her.
Still if she hesitated a moment longer, Charlie would pick up on her discomfort and she walks into the pool area where Charlie was lounging on a pool chaise lazily while a naked tattooed woman was currently shaking her hips and bouncing on Charlie's lap, moaning and grabbing at her breasts as if she was giving a performance. A performance that hadn't seemed to capture Charlie's interest at all as the future Empress turns to her and flashes her an amused smirk.
"Should we kill T'Challa?" Charlie asks, not caring who heard the question. "He did convince my grandmother to send me away. For someone so wise, I don't understand how he couldn't predict that this was coming. He had my grandmother exile me, like I was a problem child."
Santana didn't respond immediately, Charlie had been a problem child that hadn't simply gone away just because the former Empress didn't want to discipline her granddaughter and encouraged Charlie's general brutality up to a point. "Killing T'Challa would make an enemy of the Wakandans. They will lose, but the cost is that we'll lose some of the greatest minds. They still have a use," Santana responds, just as the woman who is riding Charlie's back arches and she lets out a loud extended moan as her body quivers and the sound of liquid splashing against the tile echoes against the walls.
Charlie's attention is drawn for a moment as the woman slumps onto her and she scowls and shoves her away and onto the tiled floor. The scowl on her face morphs into one of disgust and disappointment as she reaches and grabs the woman by the hair, lifting her face a bit as she sits up and stares into her eyes, "Did I give you permission for that?" Her voice is hard and indifferent, she didn't even know this woman's name, not that it mattered. "Take your useless friend and get out."
"Your Imperial—"
"I said get the fuck out," Charlie snaps at her her eyes glowing.
The woman lets out a yelp and scrambles back before smacking the woman who was currently sleeping on one of the lounges, with her legs splayed and evidence of Charlie's actions all over her body, bite marks, light bruising from where Charlie had grabbed and squeezed whatever she had felt like grabbing and squeezing. It takes a bit of effort but both women scamper off, running past Santana who doesn't spare them a second glance.
"Everyone has a use, Santana. For instance I can think of what your mouth should be doing instead of telling me that I can't kill the sanctimonious prick!" Charlie said pointing to the glistening toy that's strapped to her hips.
Santana raised a brow and approached Charlie calmly, watching as delight dances in Charlie's eyes at the thought of watching her, but instead of doing exactly what Charlie had ordered her hand lights up and she slaps Charlie hard across the face. The action draws blood as Charlie's tooth catches her lip the wrong way and breaks through the skin. "I am not one of your whores," she hisses despite the danger she was in.
The retaliation is swift as she's suddenly pinned to the one of the chairs, Charlie's hand wrapped tightly around her throat, the amusement was gone as Charlie squeezes, it would bruise later but she wasn't afraid that Charlie would kill her and despite the brutality that Charlie would never force herself on her. Pain floods her body, and her vision turns white as she lets out a pained scream as Charlie sends wave after painful wave of electricity through her body. Her body convulses for a brief moment and for one second she wondered if she'd pushed Charlie too far, if today was going to be the day that Charlie killed her.
But Charlie's eyes soften after hearing her scream and she releases Santana's neck and gently, strokes Santana's cheek with her thumb, "I'm beginning to think that you like it when I punish you. You know I prefer to hear your screams of ecstasy, rather than your cries of pain. Well most of the time," Charlie muses as her eyes glow and she fixes the damage that she had caused filling Santana's body with warmth. "I forgive you, but you should make it up to me. Perhaps you can start by showing me sorry for your disobedience."
"I am not one of your whores," Santana repeats, spitting up at Charlie.
"They're concubines Santana, I don't pay these women," Charlie rolls her eyes, losing interest in having sex, as she gets off Santana and walks to the bar and pours herself a drink. "I want to kill T'Challa. I'll present his head to that sister of his, and then I will give Queen Ramonda a choice, her people or her daughter."
Santana sits up and rubs her neck, "Since when do you force people to become your concubines."
"I don't need force to get what I want, I've always been a charmer, and I don't want Shuri as a concubine, though if she wishes to share my bed I will not object. I have no interest in that family, what I want is for them to submit to me as they did to my grandmother. We are going to need their vibranium, and I don't have the patience for T'Challa to resist me."
Santana narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "He submitted to you, and perhaps you should wait to see what gifts the Wakandans will give to you before plunging all of Africa into chaos. You do enjoy gifts."
"I do enjoy gifts," Charlie agrees, taking a sip of rum, and savoring the burn for a moment as it makes its way down. "You aren't upset that I murdered that diplomat?"
"They were French, your grandmother might have found their general directness and bluntness amusing, but it comes off as rude and you as their future Empress have every reason to voice your displeasure. He didn't have the right to question you," Santana replies as she pushes herself up. "It's clear that they weren't expecting you to make such a bold move to take what belonged to you."
Charlie narrowed her eyes, "So I can kill the French, but you don't want me to make the Wakandans into our enemy."
"The Wakandans have a use. The French do not. I mean apart from the fact that you enjoy a nice fresh baguette every now and again. I know you're going to do whatever you want without listening to me, but it is my job to tell you things you do not wish to hear. Picking a fight with Wakanda and demanding that they submit to you, well it makes you look racist."
The words seem to irritate Charlie, "Racist? Me?"
"I know," Santana says watching as Charlie works herself up at the very idea that people may think that she might be some ignorant backwater hick. Playing on Charlie's vanity and ego was generally the best way to control her worst impulses. And since Charlie fancied herself a progressive thinker, at least at the moment would at least make her stop and think. "It's the optics of the situation, killing him even if it's a slow painful death will only make the optics look worse," Santana points out. "They already think of you as the Mad Dog of the family, they doubt your ability to rule wisely and patiently. Accept the Wakandan's gift, and be seen having a good relationship with them. Give it time so that T'Challa can see that he was wrong about you, that you will make a perfect replacement for your grandmother and that your actions were correct, give him a chance to pledge his loyalty to you, publicly. After that if you still feel like killing him you may, but you must be discreet about it." Santana suggests as she approaches Charlie and takes the glass and places it down on the bar. She leans up, kissing the slightly taller naked woman, it is short but forceful and she's not surprised when she's lifted and placed up on the bar.
A pleased smug look crosses Charlie's face as she looks up at Santana. "I knew you couldn't resist me."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Take it off," She orders motioning towards the toy that's attached to Charlie's hips. When Charlie scowled at the very idea, she grips Charlie by the face forcing her to look at her. "Take it off if you want me. You know how I feel about your whores."
Charlie scowled and searched Santana's face for a moment, to see if there was even a crack in her resolve, but on this topic Santana would leave if she didn't do exactly what was asked of her and she reaches for hip and undoes the strapon letting it drop and kicking it into the pool. "Your body doesn't seem to mind what I do with my concubines," Charlie responds, looking at the glistening wetness between Santana's legs.
"Well," Santana smirks, "Everyone has a use as you said your Imperial Highness, so why don't you put that lovely mouth of yours to work," Santana says, throwing Charlie's words back in her face, placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder and pushing downward. It was a daring move and she doubted that there was a person alive who could say what she had to Charlie without severe repercussions.
Charlie for once stops moving forward, torn between being enraged by Santana's tauntings and simply doing what she wanted, and if there was one person who she didn't mind getting on her knees for it was Santana, but Santana had refused to submit and she wasn't in the mood to let her second-in-command and truly the only person she could tolerate for any length of time, but Santana's refusal to submit to her whims no matter how humiliating it was, irritated her and she wasn't in the mood to simply go along with whatever Santana. Santana needed to remember what her place was in this relationship, and as much as Santana insisted she hated her concubines, the only difference between her and any of the many women who lived in her many properties, was that Santana had been her first concubine and she had other uses. It had been the only useful thing that her grandmother had given her.
"Hurry on now," Santana taunts as she pushes a bit more forcefully, only for Charlie to grab her wrist. She winces at the tightness, Charlie forgot her own raw strength at times. It was an accident, if Charlie wanted to hurt her, or intimidate her, then she would have broken her wrist. Still when Charlie doesn't immediately ease her grip, she can't help but glance at Charlie, and she immediately shivers at Charlie's glowing eyes. She had pushed her a bit too far this time. "Charlie," her voice drops, almost as if she was pleading. It's the only sign of submission she can give.
Charlie lets out a scoff, "You're getting wetter, you want this. Is that why you've been pushing your luck?" Rough fingers slip into Santana's body and she lets out another derisive scoff, Santana had drenched her hand. "If you wanted to be treated like my whore, all you had to do was ask. I would have denied you of course not until you asked me nicely," Charlie says, pulling her hand free and bringing them to her lips, her tongue darts out and she licks one of her fingers. Her eyes were still glowing and she smirked at Santana. "Get down, drop your pants and turn around, hands on the table."
The orders come quick and fast and Santana doesn't hesitate, she had most definitely pushed Charlie a bit too far, there would be pain in her future, but also unbelievable pleasure. Still she could get out of this if she showed her Empress some proper contrition. "Charlie I—"
"If you don't when I'm done I won't clean you up Santana, you'll walk out of here and the other Furies will see you for what you are, my personal plaything. Will they still respect you? Should we put it to the test?"
The threat hangs in the air, and Santana immediately slips off the table. She didn't want to tempt Charlie, she'd do it to make a point. She immediately unbuttons her uniform pants and lets them slide down to her ankles, her fingers hook onto her underwear but she suddenly feels a bit of pressure as Charlie tears the garment off her body. She feels its heat before she even looks down. The skill to shift parts of her body on her will was a relatively new skill that she had picked up, and she should have known that Charlie would use it for sexual purposes. The size of it was troubling though and perhaps if she hadn't pushed she would have made a comment about Charlie overcompensating, but she doesn't. "Too big," she mumbled.
"I want it to hurt, be grateful that this isn't going in your ass," Charlie hisses in her ear, pausing when Santana shivers. Would she enjoy it? Charlie brings her hand down hard on Santana's ass, enjoying the sound of a slap and the way the muscle jiggles as well as the red handprint that was starting to appear. There was no prep for Santana, as she lines her newly formed penis to Santana's opening, she had practiced with this a few times but the size was certainly new, and pushes her way home. She can feel Santana buck, and the tight resistance even though Santana's wetness made pushing inside so easy. And she lets out a groan, even as Santana grips at the bar. She could certainly see why men wanted to do this all the time, the sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt and Santana's tightness was driving her close to the edge. Still she grabs a fistful of Santana's hair dragging her head back tightly as she reaches and pinches Santana's clit roughly. Santana bucks hard against her, as her eyes glaze over. "Too much?" Charlie whispers in her ear, despite knowing the answer. Increasing certain bio-electrical signals would only amplify the pleasure or pain Santana felt, and right now she was making sure that every touch was close enough to overstimulate her.
Santana's breath catches, and she lets out a strangled whimper in response, it was nearly too much. Every little movement, from Charlie's breath to the feeling of her hips resting against her hips, Charlie had doubled the sensation. Her body jerks as Charlie strikes her ass again and she lets out another loud groan, hearing it echo back to her, causes her to flush as she struggles to keep herself from orgasming but the pleasure was too much. "Yes, please—"
"Please what?" Charlie says pulling on Santana's hair just a bit more, as she hisses in pain.
"I need to—fuck, it's too much. You're too much," Santana's voice cracks under the pleasure. "Please, please," she chants over again. Charlie had barely even begun and she was already so dangerously close to the edge.
Charlie grunts as she begins to slowly but forcefully thrust her hips, each "Those whores that you look down on can certainly last longer than this, and they at least understand that all that matters is that I'm pleased. I thought you had better control than this," Charlie mocks as she soundly redoubles her efforts, pushing Santana to orgasm. She doesn't plan on giving permission, she wanted to force them out of her. Santana would learn her lesson by the end of this.
"Char—lie," it comes out as a loud squeak and she's met with Charlie's mocking laugh as every muscle in her body spasms and an orgasm crashes over her. It's an almost addicting euphoric feeling, and her body explodes into flames, trying to overcome the sensation, but the action doesn't force Charlie to retreat. Why would it? She was practically fireproof.
"It looks like you're going to need to revisit dear old Granny Goodness, losing control of your abilities, she'd be so disappointed with you." Charlie said as she continued to thrust hard, making sure that what Santana felt was more pleasure than pain, but she would certainly be feeling this tomorrow and for the next few days. She wouldn't heal her, everytime Santana would take a step, it would remind her to watch herself. Another orgasm racks Santana's body, her flames growing hotter and her hand slips through her hair which is now just pure flame, and she grips her damaged bar for leverage as she really starts to give it to Santana, she could feel her own orgasm building, though when Santana slumps over the table she eases up a bit, slowing down. A lopsided smile crosses her features, fucking Santana into oblivion was one of her favorite things to do, and as she waits for Santana to come to again, she groans as she feels Santana's cunt squeeze her tightly as she starts to come back from her quick nap.
Santana's eyes snap open after a moment, the third orgasm that had hit all she had seen was white, and she whimpers feeling the sting, she was definitely bruised and battered, and she suspected that Charlie was getting ready to start again, she wasn't sure if she could take it without becoming addicted to the euphoric feeling that Charlie left her in. "Charlie, please," she begs finding her voice which is surprisingly hoarse.
"I don't know," Charlie mused bucking her hips hard and enjoying the sound of Santana's whimper of both pain and pleasure. "You haven't exactly been a good girl."
"I'm sorry, fuck please," Santana begged, and pleaded clawing at the ruined bar.
"You want me to continue fucking you?" Charlie teases cruelly, moving her hips again. The movement seems to hit the spot, as Santana lets out a scream and her body quivers.
"No, please Charlie," Santana begs. "Let me finish you in my mouth, I should have done it when you asked."
"You really should have, but you slapped me," Charlie says as she continues to hit the spot again, and again, forcing yet another orgasm to wash over Santana. "And you haven't even gotten me off yet!" Charlie grunts, slightly irritated. She slams her hips hard, gripping Santana hard as she explodes inside of her, filling her up, before pulling out and watches as Santana slumps over what was left of her bar. She watches as some of her cum escapes drips to the ground and she slaps Santana's ass to tighten that up. "That's coming out of your salary, and you're replacing all the booze," Charlie said, finally aware that their actions had destroyed most of her booze. Whatever would she drink now?
Santana bit her lip, she really had no idea how much a new bar would cost but Charlie wouldn't care if she was forced to eat cafeteria food for a few weeks to teach her a lesson. And that was basically gruel, with cheap bread. "I'm sorry," she said, turning and glancing at Charlie. "I'll make it up to you in another way."
"You destroyed my bar because you lost control of your abilities, what could you possibly do to—" Charlie raised a brow as Santana slowly fell to her knees in front of her and gently took her new member in her hands before leaning forward and letting her tongue dart across the tip. The pleasure hits her and she lets out a groan. "That's a good girl," Charlie lets out, forgetting all about her destroyed booze and making Santana pay for it. She rests a hand on Santana's head and pats it roughly, before gripping the back of her head, as she feels herself stirring again. "You'll make it up to me in orgasms," Charlie decides before she pushes herself deep into Santana's warm mouth with a groan.
~ O ~
"T'Challa isn't the only one that can rule Wakanda, they have that open challenge for kingship don't they?" Charlie questioned as she took a sip of her drink and sat down, watching as Santana attempted to straighten up.
Santana frowned, Charlie was dead set on using T'Challa as an example. "The only people who can challenge for the throne are the heads of the various Wakandan tribes. You could certainly make a—"
"Regime change is an alternative, find out who hates T'Challa as much as I do, and bring them to me. And find out everything you can about the goings on in Wakanda."
Santana frowned that it would be difficult, they couldn't just send observers, the Wakandans would not take kindly to that and she couldn't just have Tina spy for them indefinitely either. But Charlie might get irritated and she wasn't sure her body could take another round. Charlie hadn't completely healed her body, she had been serious about wanting her to remember what had been done to her. "I'll think of a way to get you what you want," she says after a moment, wincing at the pain deep inside her. She was definitely bruised.
"Get it done," Charlie orders and closes her eyes, "Also, tomorrow I will start visiting my family's retainers such as Granny Goodness, Edna, everyone that worked for my family will have to pledge loyalty to me, those that don't will get a severance package. In the process, the Furies that stayed I will be visiting with each of them to see if they are still loyal. If they aren't—well, we'll have to do a deep spring clean, and you'll have more work until we can find replacements."
Santana opened her mouth and then quickly closed it, it was probably best not to know which type of severance that Charlie was talking about. She did know that if any of the Furies had betrayed Charlie, she would kill them herself, it would probably be kinder than what Charlie would do. "Will you be leaving the compound tonight?"
"Not unless I have too." Charlie responds.
Santana hesitates for a moment and waits for Charlie to add anything, but when she doesn't she turns and leaves, taking it as her dismissal. She stops and glances back at Charlie. "Charlie—" Sharp eyes turn to look at her, and she pauses for a moment, before swallowing and deciding to simply say what was on her mind. "You shouldn't dwell on what had to be done." There was a silence between them for a moment, almost comfortable before Charlie raises her hand and waves her off. She immediately turns on her heels and walks out. The doors to the pool house open and she glances at the Furies who had the good sense to avoid her gaze. "Tell the chef to prepare her favorite dessert," Santana orders.
One of the Furies nods before speaking up, "You have a message, the news of her Imperial Highness's actions have spread, a few of the security heads have called to complain, I believe. There is also news of some unrest in a few cities, also vigils are being held, but we still need to be careful."
Santana made a face she didn't want to deal with the other captains. "I'll handle the call, call in any Fury that has the day off, and get them to start patrols. We do not want Her Imperial Highness to deal with the unrest, it will be a bloodbath and I honestly can't deal with cleaning that up right now. I'll go check in with the other security teams, and give out some orders."
"Understood."
"Also prepare to move out tomorrow, we'll be moving tomorrow, there is so much to do." Santana added. She would need to find Tina and let her know. She shifts gingerly, she could feel Charlie's cum starting to run down her leg and bites her lip to hide her embarrassment, she would need to at the very least put on some underwear and a fresh pair of pants. "If she moves, then I am to be found before she leaves the compound." After a quick nod of affirmation, she walks towards the security compound, so she could do a quick change. The last thing she needed was for one of the Captains to say something about her appearance. Though, her shirt looked pressed and it wasn't as if they would see her from the waist down, it was better to get this over with. She didn't know when Charlie would grow bored, and she needed to be ready in case Charlie decided to do something impulsive. She makes her way to the communication room and motions for the security staff there to give her the room as she takes a seat in front of the console and presses a button which calls the other heads of Charlie's security. The screen splits into 4 as she sits back in the chair and winces, Charlie really hadn't been gentle.
There were five branches to Charlie's security detail, she was technically the leader of Charlie's main security force. No matter where Charlie went she would be there right beside her. The others remained in the territories that they'd been assigned, dealing with threats, and keeping her apprised of anything that she needed to take directly to Charlie to handle. By all accounts she was Charlie's right hand, a position that many of the other captains envied.
'Is it true?'
Santana blinked and flicked her eyes to the screen, Dani was the first of the Captains to answer, which made sense, it was still a decent hour where she was stationed, and she'd probably been waiting for this call. "Yes, but before I say anymore, it's best if the rest of the captains were here. I don't have time to repeat myself."
"You don't have time—" Dani inhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Yes, Dani, I don't have time to repeat myself. So we'll wait for the others before we have this conversation."
'Charlie—oh it's just you.'
Santana scowled she was one of the few who was allowed to call her Imperial Highness by her name. "That is her Imperial Majesty, I see you still lack decorum and manners, Wraith.'
Wraith's generally optimistic demeanor shifts, as she narrows her eyes, 'I see you're still whoring yourself to the top. If her exile hadn't come down so suddenly, I would have gone with her! Proximity and easy access is the only reason she's with you.'
Santana inhaled, and counted to three, it was always like this. Wraith's obsession with Charlie was a problem that Charlie didn't quite see. Then again Charlie didn't seem to see a problem in the fact that Wraith was batshit crazy. "You can lodge your complaints with her Imperial Highness when it comes time for you to swear your allegiance to her. But before you do I will make sure that you enter reeducation with dear old Granny."
'That's going to be hard to do when after I—'
'Will you two knock it off, I have no idea why you're having a pissing match with the on-going situation.'
Santana's brow narrows and she looks at the latest entrant who had joined their call. "What on-going situation? I've already been briefed about the unrest in a few cities, but allow the local governments to handle it. It's the death of a monarch that meant different things to different people, some unrest is to be expected Illyana."
'I know that you've spent years in the hell dimension for your exile, and I'm certain that Charlie is going to appear at some time to question why I didn't come and get you sooner. The answer is simple, I didn't want to. You can tell her I said that, it's a flip of a coin whether she kills me or she appreciates my honesty. But so we're clear and we understand each other, I'm not talking about a few protests or long lines of mourning. Kara has left her post. We noticed a flying object headed your way, I think she gave up on waiting for you to be finished. That and she was dating a member of Quinn's guard, and she was looking at marriage with her."
"What?" Santana questioned, even if she had been busy, Kara moving against Charlie was an emergency. It was one of the bigger emergencies that they had ever faced.
'By my accounts she should make it to your base in 5 to ten minutes, depending on her speed. If she's going as fast as she can then she should be hitting your—'
There's an explosion and the entire ground quakes, as lights flicker and Santana pinches the bridge of her nose. Well there went what she had hoped would be a calm evening.
'Now. Well, don't die, and don't let Kara kill her highness, do you know the shit show this world will devolve into without someone strong enough to wrangle everyone?' Illyana Rasputin says ending her call.
Santana swore and slammed her hand on the console, as she hurried out of the building, to see her team immediately converging on Kara who was currently standing in a massive crater where the garden had once been. There would need to be repairs, she didn't trust that Kara hadn't caused structural damage to the surrounding buildings. As she approaches, her body erupts into flames, drawing Kara's attention.
"Where is she?"
"Have you lost your mind?" Santana hissed as her team pulled back to give them space. "This is treason!" Santana dodged the blast from Kara's eyes and scowled. "Stand down Kara and there may still be leniency."
"She killed Lena!" Kara snarls as Santana enters striking distance and she throws a punch, despite her anger it's precise and there is weight behind it.
Before the blow can pass through her incorporeal form, the blow is caught as Charlie appears, with a kabob stick in her hand, where there are several bacon wrapped cherries, which she nibbles on as she meets Santana's gaze, not bothering to look at Kara.
"Really you can't do your job and keep my dick wet?" Charlie questioned with a frown.
Santana blinks as she processes Charlie's question, then scowls at the question. Charlie had been the one to keep her busy until she was satisfied. It was true that she should have been alerted about the call from the other captains, but they'd been gone and the team probably needed some training to remind them of the procedure for these types of things, it was one more thing that she would need to add to her never-ending list. She was going to demand a vacation at some point. "I apologize, I was preoccupied," Santana responds flatly, her tone seems to amuse Charlie who shoves Kara back.
"You killed her!"
Charlie stares at Kara as if she were a child throwing a tantrum "Who did I kill?" she questions as she brings the kabob stick to her lips and bites into her bacon wrapped cherries, and chews slowly.
"Someone named Lena," Santana supplies immediately, before Kara could speak.
"Did I kill a Lena?" Charlie questions Santana who shrugs. She frowns at this before it dawns on her that she did kill someone that she didn't know the name of earlier today. "Was Lena French? I mean I was pretty sure it was a man that I killed, but you can never make assumptions these days."
Kara stared at Charlie for a moment before wrenching her wrist free and looking at Charlie curiously, she'd always been physically stronger than Charlie, which was the only thing that she had going for her. Charlie's stats dwarfed her, but the ease at which she had caught her punch and the speed, it was disconcerting. "No but—"
"Then she might have been a member of my Grandmother's Honor Guard. I did kill quite a few of them, but that's only because they got in my way. Not to mention if you're named something as pretentious as the Honor Guard, I feel that implies death if you fail in your mission. They failed, they died, I just helped them along since ritual suicide is no fun at all."
"No, she was a member of Quinn's security force." Kara says, crossing her arms over her chest with a scowl on her face. Charlie killing people if they were in her way was well documented, it was part of the reason her grandmother had exiled her to a hell dimension, it was never meant to be a permanent solution but after a year, then two most people had just assumed that Charlie and her small security detail had died there.
"Then I certainly didn't kill her." Charlie points out, it really was difficult to keep track of everyone she killed. Maybe she should have someone start a list or something, just so she'd have a record of it. "Santana? Did I kill any of Lucy's security forces?"
"All of your sister's security personnel were rounded up and are currently waiting for us to process them. Given that this is a time of mourning, and then one of celebration, it would be two weeks before we could even begin to start processing them. The True Believers would need to be executed, but the vast majority of them are capable, and we'd be able to fill out our ranks. I did tell you we were going to need more security."
"I mean, they did allow my sisters to die, so perhaps we should be a bit more discerning and those that would like to join our ranks should be sent to Granny Goodness for reeducation." Charlie mused as she wiped the side of her lip, where some bacon and cherry juice had leaked from as she turned to look at Santana. "Handle this," she orders, nodding towards Kara.
Santana blinked and shot Charlie an incredulous look, amongst the captains Kara's abilities put her directly behind Charlie. Before she'd gone into exile with Charlie, she had never once won a sparring competition against Kara. There were very few people who could bring Kara to heel, less now that Charlie had killed off her family. But most of her team was watching, she couldn't just say no to a fight with Kara. She'd lose face, and more importantly Charlie would probably strip her of her position that she'd fought so hard for. Still she ignites her body as Charlie starts to hover in the air. "If you had just waited and asked me, this wouldn't have needed to happen."
Kara scoffed, "You've never been able to land a scratch on me, you think all because you were in the Hell Dimension that you're stronger than me?"
Charlie finishes her skewers and frowns ever so slightly, and she turns to a member of her security detail, "I think I'd like a bucket of popcorn. Extra salty, with only blue peanut m&m's."
Fighting Kara required her full attention, but judging from how relaxed Charlie was she had to assume that the future Empress expected her to win, handedly. But she hadn't been able to track Kara's punch, she didn't have the Emperor's eye, like Charlie did. She staggers back when Kara suddenly appears in front of her, and she knows that it wasn't even as fast as she could go. She trips, but manages to recover.
"Santana, until my coronation I am still considered a princess, which means that you are supposed to be my knight in shining armor, do not disabuse me of that notion ."
She's not a hundred percent sure if those were meant to be words of encouragement or Charlie's way of threatening her position, it was probably a mixture of both. Still she immediately goes hot, letting her body go as hot as she can. Kara had broken her vows, she was a traitor. This was an easy task, probably the easiest task Charlie had ever made her do.
Kara scoffed in disbelief at the fire show. Santana's flames lacked their usual heat. Hell they didn't have any heat to them at all, "She's acting so fucking confident that you're going to whip my ass. If I win you're going to bring Lena to me immediately."
There is a tension in the air, and Charlie doesn't immediately respond to Kara's provocation, she does however turn and extend her hand as a red and white bag filled to the point of overflowing with popcorn and from where she sat she could see some blue from the m&m's. "Tina."
"Understood," Tina said, immediately appearing beside Charlie.
"You've got your bitches trained—" Kara immediately swats a fireball away, she turns to glare hatefully at Santana, when her eyes widen and she suddenly screams as a sensation she had never felt before starts to eat at her fingers, like some sort of corrosive liquid. She looks up just as Santana enters her reach again, and her eyes glow before she shoots a blast which goes right through her as she takes another step back. That had never happened before, she'd never lost a single fight to fucking Lopez of all people, everyone knew she'd fucked her way to the top.
Charlie munched on her popcorn, tilting the bag as Tina returns from a black shimmery portal, with someone beside her.
Tina reaches over and picks up one of the blue m&m's a small smile darts across her face as she pops the candy into her mouth. "How did you know your Imperial—"
"We were in the hell dimension, I'd recognize those damn flames anywhere." Charlie replies as Santana manages to resist being blown away by Kara's breath, and simply kept walking with a singular focus. She waits until Santana's fingers are inches away from Kara's face when she clears her throat. "Do you yield?"
Kara scowled and grabbed part of a thick tree branch and getting ready to swing it at Santana's head only the branch catches flames and the tree basically turns to ash in her hand both her hands getting horrendously burned in the process, and once again the pain is staggering. The fact that she was losing a fight to Lopez, of all people—it was one thing to lose to a member of the Imperial family, that was to be expected but she had always been Charlie's best fighter. If she had been at Charlie's side they would have conquered the Hell dimension in a week, but with Santana it had taken years.
"Kara, please."
Kara turned to look at Lena just as Santana's thumb found her eye, her mind went white from the explosive pain, as she felt something give and she can feel Santana's thumb deep within her skull. "Y—"
"Santana, that was a cheap shot. You ruined the ending, Kara was going to gaze at her girlfriend lovingly and then realize that I was literally holding her life in my hands." Charlie intervenes, her tone bored.
Santana immediately stopped, and she made a face as she slowly pulls her thumb free from Kara's face, which was horrifically burnt and charred. She had been moments from killing Kara and Charlie had stopped it. "Shit—"
Kara was on her knees gripping the ground with pain, it felt like someone was pouring lava on her, being injected into her veins. She couldn't speak, she couldn't even breathe, all she felt was pain. Never ending pain.
"Oh it's fine," Charlie said, getting up and walking to Kara before placing her foot on the back of Kara's head and slamming it down with enough force to create an impact crater, as there was a sickening thud. "I'll just have to recreate it myself," Charlie said with a sigh. She unbuttons the sleeves of her shirt and rolls them up, her foot still pinning Kara's head to the ground. She kicks Kara over, lifting her body. "Stop, drop and roll Kara, that's how you put out a fucking fire. Even children know that." Not that there was any resistance from Kara as she kicked her again, to put her back on her stomach.
"Your Imperial Highness," Lena begs, dropping to her knees, tears in her eyes. "Mercy. Please forgive her. Have mercy."
Charlie sniffed as she finished rolling up her sleeves. "Kara, I know it seems hard to believe but I hoped you would win, because that would mean that you hadn't wasted all of my exile cozying up to Lucy. That you had trained." Charlie crouches down and grabs a fist ful of Karay's bloody and charred hair. Her skull is fractured, the skin twisted and burnt horrifically charred. She tilts her head and closes one eye before Kara's skin begins to rapidly grow back, and the broken bones in her face heal. It's not even that difficult to fix the significant brain injury. She stops short of fixing the hole in Kara's face where her left eye used to be. "Are you satisfied Santana? I mean she did insult you."
Santana looked down at a thoroughly tamed Kara for a moment before looking back at Charlie. "No, what she did was treason. Our response is clear," Santana responded. "Treason is punishable by death." Santana said as Tina approached her with a towel, she would need fireproof clothing.
Charlie let go of Kara's head and smiled, "You're right, but it is a period of mourning, plus Kara is a fucking idiot. Some things never change."
Had Charlie wanted to kill Kara she would be dead by now, but she still wasn't going to let Kara off with just a missing eye. "All of that is true, but I do believe that if Granny Goodness is willing and able to pledge allegiance to you, then I must insist that you send Kara to Granny for reeducation."
"Well that will certainly be a gift for Granny Goodness. Perhaps it might even convince her to follow me. Santana's being merciful to you Kara, because the next time you bare your fangs at me no matter how stupid the reason, I will make Lena beg for death in front of you before I kill her, after that I will kill you," Charlie responds, gently patting Kara on the top of her head as she gets up. "Confine the two of them together, until I can figure out an appropriate punishment, however if you fight them Kara, or if you attempt an escape, I'll let Santana determine your punishment."
Santana smirked at Kara who looked at her with her only eye, "The pirate look doesn't suit you Kara."
Charlie burst out laughing, the sound caused everyone to look at her, like she'd finally gone crazy. It hadn't even been that funny. "The pirate look doesn't suit you! Someone get Kara an eye patch. From today onward your new name is Patchy." Charlie sniffed and shook her head before patting Santana on the shoulder, "Where do you come up with this stuff Santana?" Charlie questioned. "Have your people clean up this mess. I thought that it could wait till tomorrow, but it appears that we really should check in on the other captains. I do have a few questions for Illyana."
Santana nodded immediately, she hoped that the rest of the captains had the good sense to prepare for an inspection. "Yes, your Imperial Highness." Santana spares one quick glance back at Kara as she's taken away. She would definitely make time to deal with Kara later.