"Your Furies are standing at the ready," Santana mumbled to Charlie before she entered what would soon be considered her throne room. It was where she was to meet visiting dignitaries, there was usually more pomp and circumstance, but today was a busy day and Charlie was meant to stand vigil before the official funeral tomorrow night, and once the funeral was over, Charlie would be crowned the following week. She was still heir apparent, and without anyone challenging her for the throne. But Dani had been the one to put this on her schedule, and she just didn't understand why Charlie had okayed this last minute addition to their swamped schedule.
"Do I need them at the ready?"
"According to Dani, the Amazons are warriors and they hadn't yet pledged their loyalty to your grandmother. They are not allies, they are not vassals, and they are proud. You will insist that they pledge their loyalty, they will take offense, and you get to conquer their little island paradise.
"I hear they brought gifts Santana, you know how I feel about presents," Charlie responds. "Besides, Dani did say that they were quite beautiful to look at, and perhaps if they pledge loyalty then I can select a few for my Furies. More Furies with the power of Kara, I'll be unstoppable."
Santana wanted to point out the obvious, she had stopped Kara, but Charlie had a point, and while she knew that Charlie had no intention of replacing her, new people meant there would be more people gunning for her position. Everyone wanted to have Charlie's ear, they wanted to be the ones to control her, a lot of them were fools. There was no controlling Charlie, the best you could do was distract her and then hope she forgot about whatever it was that you were distracting her from. It rarely worked but it did delay the inevitable. "You're already unstoppable, your Highness."
"I know, but I can't be everywhere, and I don't plan to stop conquering either. I may have won over the Hell Dimension but Earth will be the center of my Empire. The Sun of my Empire. And I will need powerful Furies to maintain order," Charlie said as she picked a bit of fluff off her black jacket and flicked it away and nodded towards one of the stewards who opened the door for her allowing her to enter the room.
"Don't lie, you just want a bigger harem," Santana mutters under her breath.
"A more durable one," Charlie replies as she takes her seat watching as Queen Hippolyta bows, it's not the traditional courtesy, but it doesn't bother her, if her grandmother had allowed it then correcting her would only sour the mood. "Rise Queen Hippolyta," Charlie said as she crossed her legs and leaned back. The first thing she would do was rip out this uncomfortable chair.
"Greetings Your Imperial Highness, we have never had the pleasure of meeting but while you were away—"
"Exiled. I was exiled," Charlie corrects, she was not going to allow anyone to try and brush away the unpleasantness that was her life. "Whatever agreement that you made with my grandmother was never put into writing, as such any promises behind closed doors will be considered null and void, and we will start from the beginning. I do not know you and I do not trust you to be an honest actor. Earn my trust and I am certain that we can have an excellent relationship."
Queen Hippolyta smiled easily, T'Challa was correct she was a child playing at being Emperor. If nothing was written it was obvious that the usurper wouldn't hold any previously made agreements. "Of course, your Highness, but I have requested an audience to show my willingness to earn just that and I hope that the gifts that I brought show my sincerity." At Charlie's pleased smile she had to agree with T'Challa's assessment, a child was on the throne.
"I do like gifts." Charlie said motioning for them to bring the gifts in. The doors open to the throne room and a young foal is brought in with tiny wings on it's back and Charlie blinks and stares at the awkward thing. "What is it?"
"It's a Pegasus—" Queen Hippolyta began, only for Charlie to lean over to her guard who was beside her.
"You would think that they'd learn something about me before they attempted to kiss my ass."
Santana bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Charlie had found the animals in the hell dimension to be fascinating and it had been a chore to keep her from attempting to tame everything. She liked things that could do some serious damage to a horse while dangerous was unnecessary since Charlie had the ability of flight. Weapons would be appreciated, apex predators would be appreciated but a horse, Charlie wouldn't even know what to do with a horse. "Your Highness," Santana said in a patient tone. She wasn't going to be murdered by all the paperwork it would take if Charlie decided to turn an island paradise into a crater.
Charlie scowled and turned to look at the Queen, "Thank you for the gift."
The smile on Queen Hippolyta's face didn't shift immediately, though the insult had stung but she was here for a reason and she needed to see this through. "We have also brought her Imperial Highness a cerberus puppy with a special collar so that he will be able to stay in this realm without burning down—" Queen Hippolyta blinked she hadn't even seen Charlie move but the soon to be Imperial Highness was behind her and had lifted the puppy into the air like it was the greatest gift ever.
"Santana look! Sparky has a—" Charlie checks. "A sister! I shall name you—" Charlie pauses for a moment before grinning and patting the head on the left easily. "Candy, Bacon and Cherry."
The smile faded and Santana couldn't help but turn her annoyance at the situation at Queen Hippolyta, she had just gotten rid of Sparky and now there was going to be a monster that the Furies would need to walk and take care of.
"I will need more of these collars," Charlie announces. Sparky needs to meet his sister.
"Ch—your Imperial Highness, perhaps we should talk with a vet before the palace is overrun with Cerberus puppies." Santana suggests immediately, it was a risk.
Charlie raises a brow, "You're right I can breed them, but I don't have the time to train them properly, and they might become territorial. It's probably for the best that Sparky loses his nuts. I just hope it doesn't make him more docile. That would be a waste."
Hippolyta frowned, it was brief and she changed her face before Charlie turned to her, she hadn't expected for the future Empress to already have a hellbeast at her command. "You already have a cerberus?"
Charlie blinked and looked at Queen Hippolyta as she made her way back to her throne and allowed Candy, Bacon and Cherry to sit in her lap as she pats their heads. They were small enough that she could pat multiple heads at once, even as they attempted to climb her so that they could sniff her face. "They should have some bacon treats," Charlie decides.
"May I know how you came to own a Cerberus?"
"I was exiled to the hell dimension which I conquered," Charlie replies as she's licked in the face by Bacon as one of the other heads latches onto her sleeve and starts to tug on it.
Santana eyed the collar suspiciously, she didn't trust it at all. A cerberus was a beast from hell, fiercely protective and loyal, but also dangerous for all things. There had to be some sort of instructions for the damn beast that Charlie would be able to follow.
"I was not made aware that you were an excellent warrior, as a nation of warriors we appreciate strength, an Empress that has surrounded herself with strong women who has conquered the world of man, I would be remiss if I didn't attempt to introduce my daughters to you, I am certain that with one of them by your side, our relationship will flourish."
Charlie blinked, she hadn't been expecting a proposal, though she had known that she should expect them after her coronation, but she had planned to nip that in the bud early. What she doesn't expect was the sudden blast of heat that causes Candy Bacon Cherry to yelp and to hide under her arm. Causing her to frown slightly she wanted a killer and a pet. Hopefully with a bit of coaching from Sparky, Candy Bacon Cherry would be a perfect hellhound in the future.
"You dare!" Santana questions Queen Hippolyta as she starts to make her way down the steps of the throne.
Charlie glances down as Candy Bacon Cherry seems to find its footing and lets out what she assumed was an indignant and outraged bark following Santana's lead causing her to smile, she had judged the dog too soon, perhaps she'd give Candy Bacon Cherry to Santana as a gift for doing such a good job. "Saaantana," Charlie drawls, stretching out her name and watching as Santana's back goes rigid and she stops.
"Your Imperial Highness, such disrespect must be nipped in the bud—" Santana insists, clenching her fist.
Santana's reluctance, causes Charlie's amusement to disappear, "Santana, you're embarrassing me. Mind your place," she snaps at her right hand, her words have their intended affect and Santana immediately turns and bows. Charlie hummed, but didn't release Santana from that position, instead turning her attention back to Hippolyta as her eyes glowed and she searched the woman's face. "Was this T'Challa's play?" It's subtle but Queen Hippolyta's expression shifts ever so slightly but there was no detail that her eyes would miss. "Well," Charlie begins as she tapped on the throne with her finger. "He certainly is predictable."
The change in demeanor is nearly shocking, she had been led astray this was no mere child playing at being an Empress, the very air around her had changed. There was tension in the air, and she realizes that her very island is in danger, the person who conquered the Hell Dimension, if she chose war, then her people would be destroyed and if she were to believe the rumors she was unsure of what would become of her daughters. "I will not lie, I have had conversations with King T'Challa, as well as Namor King of Talocan and Queen Mera of Atlantis, and it was suggested that my daughters might be the best ones suited for your Highness. I understand that an arranged marriage—but an alliance between Themyscira and your Empire—your reign would be eternal!"
Santana resisted the urge to start throwing fireballs, but when Charlie laughs she can't help but lift her head just a bit so she could see her. This was not a laughing matter, those were 4 heads of states that were not to be trifled with, and a war could tear the planet asunder. Treachery, none of Dani's reports indicated that a resistance had begun to form. They had moved too quickly; they should have researched what was happening on Earth before returning. She was impressed that Charlie had seen through Queen Hippolyta's machinations and knew who was pulling the strings.
"Those fucking dickheads, though I have expected this. Their fear of me has turned them stupid. You have one chance to tell me why I shouldn't use your island paradise as an example to bring them into line."
"Are you not worried about their armies?"
"I have faced the armies of hell, we fought and we won. And we won, and we conquered, we did not know loss in the hell dimension. Do you think I am afraid of mere mortals? I have killed the elder gods of hell and I have taken their power, now tell me why I shouldn't do to you what I did to them?" Charlie questioned her voice hard.
The confidence in which she spoke, the look in her eye, there was no room for doubt her words were true. She had made a grave error that could cost her people, "The world of man is such a duplicitous place, as I am the only ruler that has not met your highness. I admit to being duped, I beg for your forgiveness and I promise to bring you the heads of your enemies. But even duped, an alliance between your people and mine—"
"There is no alliance, an alliance implies that you are my equal. You are not. Your choices are simple. There is submission or there is death," Charlie said pointing to Santana who was still on her knee, her eyes locked to the ground.
This wasn't a child playing at being Empress, she was gazing into the face of Ares reborn, a god of war, and death and destruction. To kill elder gods? If she did not bend her knee she could only imagine how her home would be decimated. There was no hesitation as she drops to her knee in the position that Santana was currently in and bends her head. "Your Imperial Highness, the Amazons are yours to command."
Charlie places Candy Bacon Cherry on the ground and stands up and walks down the steps until she's directly in front of Queen Hippolyta, "You should be aware that this action is not nearly enough for your sins. From the moment you walked in, you thought you were better than me, you believed their foolish lies, and hoped to gain something from me. The only reason your head has not been separated from your body is simply because of the gift you gave me." Charlie sniffed in disgust. "I have read about you Amazons, tricked by Heracles and his mean you were beaten your women raped, and you were left disgraced and yet you were so quick to trust them. Was it because of Queen Mera? Did you trust her honeyed words because of her tits? I hope not, they aren't even that impressive. Neither is her ass."
There is no defense, and trying to make excuses would only anger her. There would be a punishment but she could only pray that it was something that her people could bear. "I was misled."
"By fish folk?" Charlie questions with incredulity. "And to think that I was going to fold your amazons into my Furies, to give them an honored position fighting by my side. I had hopes for your people, to bring glory to Themyscira to lift them up beyond any other country! A paradise of beautiful warrior women, how could I not be interested in your people. But to be tricked by a fish man?" Charlie sighed dramatically before returning to her throne and crossing her legs. "Santana what am I to do when they were so easily hoodwinked."
"They were bamboozled, your highness."
"I don't care what you call it, they were hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray, run amok and flat out deceived," Charlie said with another irritated sniff. "Well if you wish to save your people, perhaps you should build me a villa on that island, as well as more collars, and perhaps that will help with my general annoyance."
"Whatever it is you ask—"
"Who is the heir to your throne?"
"I have not decided."
"Well you have a year to decide, because you will no longer be queen by the end of the year, and it is your duty and your penance and your only chance of saving your people, to prepare your heir. Prepare them well. I do not trust you Queen Hippolyta, and your actions have shown that I cannot trust your judgment. So you will step down and as it is time for new blood. Pick your successor and bring them to me so I may see if she is suited f0r the role. And I will be sending Granny Goodness down to have a peek at what you consider training and I will have her recommendations on my desk after my coronation. If your people are as talented as she says they are then they can earn the glory back that your foolishness cost them. If they are not worth the effort, well—we'll see what my mood is. Perhaps I'll take your daughters as concubines and destroy your little paradise."
Terror filled Queen Hippolyta's heart, her daughters had never seen the ugliness of man like she and her sister had. "Your Highness."
"You may leave and take your weird looking horse thing with you," Charlie said motioning to the Pegasus as she stands. "Santana we must prepare for the vigil."
Santana immediately gets up, her knees ached but Charlie had been making a point at her expense. It was her own fault for losing her temper. "Yes your Highness, apologies once again."
Charlie hummed in response and lifted up Candy Bacon Cherry and placed her in Santana's arms. "Make sure that she has food, and gets a walk. And then find the best trainers and we'll turn her into a killing machine."
Santana's left eye twitched as she looked at the squirming furry three-headed hell beast in her arms and turned and glared at Queen Hippolyta, who had just given her a lot of work. Fucking Amazons. "Of course your Imperial Highness," Santana said as she followed Charlie who strolled out of the Throne room.
~ O ~
When she had decided and announced that she would stand vigil the entire night without security, she had expected the pushback. Santana had protested the loudest, pointing out that most Royals only ever stood vigil for about 15 minutes, and that even though she didn't need the Furies to protect her, if anything were to happen it would be her fault.
"I don't know how you did it," Charlie admits as she stares at the empty coffin, she wasn't foolish enough to leave her family's bodies out in the open. She had returned them to the sun, it was the only way to ensure that no one would be able to use them against her in the future. The last thing she needed was to fight some shitty cloned version of herself in the future. "T'Challa presses his luck, perhaps he thinks he is actually a panther and has nine lives, I do not know but with every passing moment—"
"MMMMHHHH!"
Charlie paused, an unimpressed look crossing her features as she turned to look at Santana who had so rudely interrupted her, and raised a brow. Santana's naked body which had been bound to one of the pews, was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her legs splayed open obscenely, a pool had formed under her hips, where a magic wand was pressed firmly against her clit and there was a magic bullet inside her buzzing away, pressed right against a cluster of nerves that were basically flooding Santana's body with heightened pleasure at this moment. Her legs quivered and there was a thick trail of drool that had escaped the makeshift gag that she had stuffed in her mouth after Santana's underwear had gotten drenched to be useful. There was an almost crazed expression in Santana's eye as their eyes met for a brief moment and she watched with amusement as Santana practically humps the air, perhaps an attempt to beg for some release. It had been several hours of this after all, and during all that time she had denied Santana's release. A gentle breeze would probably be enough to set Santana off at this moment, if she were to allow it, and considering that this was a punishment for Santana's selfish stunt the other day, she had no intention of letting Santana have release until she was certain that Santana had truly repented. "Santana, please, I am attempting to have a moment," Charlie said in a dry tone.
With that said Charlie turns back to the coffin and shakes her head, "Anyway, as I was saying. I don't know how you dealt with these pests. They should know better than to challenge me and yet here they are—"
"MMMPH!"
Charlie pauses and waits for the noise to pass before simply continuing, "I think they truly believe that if they band together, and attack me it'll turn out like some fairy tale where good triumphs over evil. This isn't a fairy tale and I attempted to unleash my forces from hell—"
"PMMNPHM!"
Charlie inhales slowly and turns around closing the distance between them as she takes a seat beside Santana, she reaches for Santana's breast and pinches her nipples, leading to another strangled, broken moan from Santana who practically shoves her breasts into her hands for more rough treatment. As if she was hoping and praying that she would get distracted enough that she would allow Santana to orgasm. "We should get you some lovely nipple rings, or perhaps a bar, something magnetic so I can pull on them whenever I want."
The thought manages to break the crazed look in her eye as the thought fills her head, and her cunt spasmed at the thought. She tries to convey her pleading through her eyes, hoping that it gets through to Charlie and she finally just lets her cum. She could feel the tears spring up in the corner of her eyes.
"Maybe a matching one for your clit as well," Charlie mumbles to herself and grins, she would be able to sexually torture Santana whenever she was bored. The thought was catnip, "If I let you cum at some point today, will you get them done for me? An early birthday present?" Charlie questions. "I'll pick out the jewelry of course, they should be expensive and well crafted with a bit of weight to them."
The thought of giving Charlie what she wanted terrified her, especially more sexual control. Charlie spent most of her time bored, and she'd find great amusement in trying to drive her mad with sexual pleasure. But at this moment she'd promise anything, even her firstborn child just so she could get some release and she nods.
Charlie tweaks her nipple again, smirking she always got what she wanted, and she suspected that once this was over, Santana would attempt to get out of her promise but she wasn't going to let her. "Look at you, so wanting and needing. A vision that is only for me," Charlie muses as she teases Santana's nipples. "I don't know what I would do if anyone saw you like this, probably gouge out their eyes or kill them, maybe both." Charlie says growing possessive, perhaps she needed to make certain that people knew that Santana was unavailable. She reaches towards the makeshift gag and removes it.
"Yes, yours, please Charlie, fucking please make me cum. Whatever you want, whenever you want just make me cum," Santana begs so close to tears. Hours, she'd been like this for hours, she just needed some release. She honestly couldn't give a shit who saw her right now, she just needed to cum.
Charlie doesn't respond and instead glances at one of the windows, the sun was beginning to rise and the guards would change soon, she couldn't let anyone see Santana like this. "Not quite yet," Charlie says patiently, placing the gag back in Santana's mouth and opening a portal as she slides her arms under Santana, making sure she has her as she carries her through the portal and places her on the bed. A quick scan lets her know that there was no one nearby which she suspected because even her Furies didn't know about this place. "I'll be back soon, and then you're going to show me how much you need to cum and if I'm impressed, I'll give you an orgasm that you'll never forget," Charlie promises tapping Santana on the nose and winking at her before she leaves through the portal to clean up Santana's mess.
When she was relieved and if they asked she would just say that Santana had irritated her and she'd sent her to the hell dimension, which was technically true. At least that was the plan as she picked up Santana's clothing and tossed them into the portal before looking at the pool of liquid on the pew and the ground. There was no such thing as sacrilege when she'd killed the Elder Gods, and conquered hell, and while she was tempted to leave the puddle, someone would probably slip in it and that would be a whole thing. She scratches her chin for a moment, this would be easier with a rag of some sort, even though she had never cleaned a day in her life she had seen others do it, and opens up a smaller portal and sticks her arm in it before grabbing one of her many capes and dropping it onto the puddle and cleaning it with her foot, once she's sure she's collected all the fluid she dumps her cape into a hamper so that it will be cleaned and takes a seat and crosses her legs.
The room still smells like sex and sweat, but at this point that was not her problem. Whoever was guarding the empty coffin next would just have to deal with it. She glances at the coffin for a moment, "As much as T'Challa wants to complain about my actions, I only did what you did to gain power, I killed everyone who stood in my way. You taught that to me, you turned me into this. And now I am the last one standing. I'm far stronger than you ever were, and I will grow stronger still and I won't have your weaknesses either, and I will be a better Empress than you ever were." Charlie sniffed as she stood up and adjusted her clothing and then ran a hand through her short hair slicking it back. She could feel the guard coming and she turned as the doors opened.
"Your Imperial Highness." Dani said bowing before pausing, she hadn't seen Santana anywhere. "I thought—"
"I banished Santana to the Hell Dimension, her presence was a distraction," Charlie cuts Dani off. Charlie inhales deeply and opens a portal, "I might as well go and get her before she begins to think treason is a solution to all of her problems." Charlie says as she opens a portal.
Dani immediately gets to her feet, "I can't allow you to go to the Hell Dimension without security."
Charlie paused and turned to look at Dani, "There are very few members of the Furies who I tolerate telling me what to do. Santana, Tina, Kara when I'm not annoyed with her general presence. Notice, how I didn't say your name. I'm going to go now, you will stay and do your duties. Given how weak you are, I can protect myself easily. I will be back before the coronation. I expect you to hold down the fort this time. Understood?"
Dani bowed her head even as she gritted her teeth, "Yes your highness."
Charlie grunts in response before she enters the portal and closes it. She rolls her eyes and begins to unbutton her shirt before looking towards the bed where Santana is furiously masturbating and she just stops and leans against the door frame and watches, enjoying the view immensely, watching her fingers piston in and out of her drenched hole. "I was gone for like 5 minutes, how in the world did you mess up my bed already?" Charlie questions, her voice snapping Santana out of her masturbation session. The crazed look in her eye was back and she took a reflexive step back, debating if she should continue with the punishment.
The only things out of Santana's mouth are a frustrated high whine as she barely manages to push herself to her hands and knees, and gives Charlie her most pitiful look. This had been the punishment to end all punishments, and she just needed to get an orgasm. "Please," she finally manages to find her voice. "Please, oh god just please."
"I don't know," Charlie hums as she unbuttons her shirt and drops it to the ground, there is amusement in her voice as she approaches the bed. "I still don't know if you want it—" Santana grabs her by her open shirt and drags into the bed, the action catching her by surprise and she manages to catch herself as Santana attempts to work on her belt she can't help but smile as she feels her desperation and need. They didn't kiss, she wasn't big on kissing her concubines but at this moment, with Santana adorably pawing at the waistband of her pants and her mood being what it was, a kiss didn't sound so bad at this point as she captures Santana's lips with her own kissing her hard. The action seems to cause Santana to pause if only for a second before she's back attempting to get her naked and trying to get her to grow a penis that would be buried inside of her in seconds.
Charlie pulls back so she can shed her clothing easier and undoes her belt, and drops her pants, revealing that she's started to grow a penis for Santana, "Tell me when."
Santana lets out a mewl, she knew what Charlie wanted, she wanted it to hurt. And once it's bigger and thicker than the last time she nods her head, almost shyly.
Charlie glances down, it's a bit of a monster of a member, "Are you sure?" She questions, she wants it to be slightly uncomfortable for Santana, not tear her open. She shrinks it just a bit, before laying down on her back and crossing her hands behind her head. "Well then, show me."
Santana's body moved before her mind did as she mounts Charlie, groaning as she gets stretched open and filled to the brim. Charlie simply breathing was enough to send waves of pleasure throughout her body. When she feels a sharp stinging pain in her ass, her body begins to move up and down slowly at first, it wouldn't take much at all for her to orgasm, but when it doesn't come crashing over her she glances down at Charlie.
"I did say show me how much you need it Santana," Charlie reminds her, drawing out her name in a lazy fashion. Her lips wide as Santana gives her a pleading look, no her needs would be met first, and what she needed right now was for Santana to convince her that she had earned her forgiveness.
Santana let out a sob of frustration, "Fuck, Charlie, please I don't know what you want me to say or do," She attempts to bounce, but there's no strength left in her legs, her entire body just felt like one giant bundle of nerves, hanging by a thread over the precipice, she couldn't muster the focus to move her legs. "Let me cum, please Charlie, fuck let me cum I'll do whatever you want, whenever you fucking want it. You want to bend me over after negotiations go bad, I'll do it. You want me to suck your dick while you rule." There was a delighted look on Charlie's face as she struggled to think of what else she could say. "Fuck-it I'll be your whore," she sobs only for a scream to escape her lips as she feels Charlie's body against hers, she'd sat up shifting her body and her so she could be comfortable. She whimpers, her head falling against Charlie's shoulder, weakly she just needed to cum. She just needed to cum. She shudders, when Charlie tugs on her ear with her teeth. "I'll be your whore," she whispers.
"You already were," Charlie whispers back bucking her hips upward, she doesn't need much force, it's more of a nudge really as her eyes glow and she unlocks Santana's orgasm.
It's a guttural scream that erupts from Santana's lips as it hits her, her body exploding with pleasure, as her body spasms. Her entire body shook and vibrated, each muscle spasming and like an explosion she cums. Flooding Charlie's sheets with cum as starts to hit in intense waves of pleasure, the world was growing white, as breath left her body, intensifying the orgasm further.
Charlie leans back, lazily pumping her hips upwards, each thrust forcing a bit more pleasure to be sent through Santana's body, prolonging the orgasm she was already having. The way Santana's cunt was spasming around her dick, was enough to send her over the edge for a nice lazy orgasm, and she shivers as she feels the warmth of her cum wrapping around her as Santana's body finally stops spasmin. With a gentle laugh, she sits up once more catching Santana against her body as she slumped forward, out cold.
Charlie leans back on her hands carrying her weight and Santana's as she lets out a breath. How could she not be raring to go again after witnessing that, after feeling that. She let out a rough groan, Santana was out. Still she didn't quite feel like pulling Santana off her. That had been an orgasm for the ages, and she wasn't quite sure when Santana slept. So for the moment she was just going to let Santana rest.
She doesn't have to wait particularly long before Santana starts to stir, and truthfully she expects to be cursed out, or slapped repeatedly which could only lead to her fucking Santana into submission. But what she doesn't expect is Santna nuzzling her neck, which immediately causes her to jerk away and stare at her right-hand like she'd lost her mind. First the kissing, and now Santana was being affectionate, she gently pokes Santana in the cheek and watches as her head rolls back revealing eyes that were completely glassed over. "Santana?" An undignified yelp escapes Charlie's lips when Santana attempts to nuzzle her neck and nip at ear.
"Charlie," Santana's voice is barely above a whisper and yet the way she says Charlie's name causes her to shudder.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" Charlie questions even as Santana suddenly lets out a throaty moan and begins to slowly move her hips, her cunt wrapped around her like a vice.
"I thought you wanted me to be your whore," Santana whimpers as she continues to rock back and forth.
Charlie opened her mouth and lets out a low groan, Santana was just so fucking tight and she had no idea what she was doing down there. This wasn't like Santana at all, Santana threw fireballs at her, Santana had no problem slapping her across the face. And her defiance and fight was what was so attractive, sure she wanted Santana to submit but for like an orgasm, not permanently. "You've never once admitted that you were my whore before," Charlie says. Santana appeared out of it, and she wasn't doing nearly enough to get her off again, or herself off again. With a bit of effort she rolls over, so she's pinning Santana to the bed, and once again there is no fight to anything she attempts to do.
The moment Santana's back hit the bed, she begins to writhe against Charlie, rubbing her body against her, bucking her hips upward as an invitation for Charlie to start fucking her. "You fuck me so good," Santana practically mewls as Charlie stares at her. She needed to entice her into another fucking. "You can do it, you know, pierce my nipples, my clit, whatever you want, my body is yours. I'm your whore."
Charlie stares at Santana for a moment, still torn between being panicked about breaking Santana and wanting to fuck her into oblivion. How could she not with an invitation like that? She would figure out how to unbreak Santana after she was fully satisfied, "Fine, but you know I spoil you," Charlie huffed trying to come off as annoyed as she began to move her hips, fucking Santana hard, but keeping control of the pace. It doesn't take long for Santana to start orgasming again, still primed from before, it's nowhere near as powerful or wet, but this time she has no intention of stopping. She'd figure out how to fix Santana later, right now it was probably best to give Santana what she wanted which was a fucking of a life time.
~ O ~
Santana's eyes flutter open and she glances around, trying to place her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was that she was alone. That wasn't a surprise, Charlie generally never stuck around after sex. Generally, Charlie would dismiss her or simply leave and it seems like this time she had chosen to leave her in an unfamiliar location. It takes a moment longer for her to realize that she's been tucked in and the sheets had been changed.
She flops back into the comfortable bed and hugs the pillow, her cheeks growing hot as she tries to put what had just happened behind her, she couldn't believe that she had begged Charlie to treat her rougher. That she had begged Charlie to pierce her nipples and clit. She lifts the blanket just a bit to check to see if her nipples were pierced, but they hadn't been. Instead she notices bite marks, and bruises all over her chest and breasts. Charlie had done a number on her body.
The door to the bedroom opens and Santana immediately sits up, only to realize that Charlie's carrying two plates.
"Oh you're awake, I made you a sandwich." Charlie said, glancing down at the sandwich. She didn't really know how to cook but all a sandwich was meat between two pieces of bread, that hadn't been difficult.
Santana glanced at the saddest sandwich she'd ever seen and raised a brow, "A sandwich Charlie, should at least maybe have some vegetables in them, some lettuce, a tomato—do you use any condiments? Did you at least put butter on it?" It looked dry as fuck.
Charlie stared at Santana, a relieved expression crossing her features. It's brief, her expression quickly shifting into one of utter disdain and annoyance at the question. "It's edible.'
"Food should be more than edible," Santana grouses even as she takes the plate. It wasn't everyday let alone any day that Charlie attempted to present anyone with food. An attempt had been made early in the Hell Dimension, only for everyone to agree that Charlie was to stay away from their limited rations. Charlie had no skill for cooking. Still it was a nice gesture, a rare one, "Thank you," she mumbles. This was definitely new territory for them. She eyes the sandwich, it was edible but only barely and she glances over to see Charlie begin to eat her sandwich without complaint. She bites into the sandwich, it's dry but given that this was probably Charlie's best attempt at feeding her, it would simply have to do.
"I'm glad that you're back to normal, you're far more useful to me as my head of security than my personal dick warmer," Charlie says after a few quiet minutes of them chewing.
"Don't act so cocky, you cheated," Santana insists immediately. "Heightening my pleasure, blocking my ability to orgasm, you cheated. I'm fine now so you don't have to worry about me promising you my firstborn child."
"Me blocking your orgasm was a punishment—"
"For eating you out?" Santana questions, smirking when Charlie pauses.
"You know that's not why I punished you, you can't start something that we don't have time to finish Santana. That's why I punished you, and then you kept purposefully avoiding me. I was frustrated—"
"You have other whores."
"I take it back, I don't actually like it when you correct or interrupt me," Charlie scowled at Santana.
"Too bad," Santana retorts in a huffy tone. Charlie had never really complained before about her talking back when they were in private. She didn't mind holding her tongue when they were in public for the most part, unless whatever Charlie had planned was insane even for Charlie. Or she wanted to kill a world leader. Though if Queen Hippolyta was telling the truth then there was no saving T'Challa unless he bent the knee, and she feared he was far too proud for that.
"Well fine, but since I don't actually want to break you and I realize that my needs have probably kept you from having a decent night's rest, I release you from being my main concubine," Charlie said, pleased with how magnanimous she was as a leader.
Santana froze, to Charlie a concubine was nothing more than a sex toy that she could discard when she was bored. She used them and abused them at a far greater rate then any other member of her family had. She had been forced to clean up the mess on several occasions. "I was never your concubine," she hisses.
Charlie blinks and she reaches over and pats Santana on the leg, "You were my first, the most durable and the most fun. You should be very pleased with yourself. But I need you more as my head of security than a concubine. I mean I'll always be willing to have sex with you Santana, you're very hard to say no to and I can't forget that you're my favorite concubine to sleep with. But I do need to find a wife, if only so that I can solidify my position."
Santana blinks away the tears that threatened to form, she wasn't exactly sure why she felt so emotional. Charlie was an ass on purpose, and she had always found it amusing because it had never once been directed at her. But she had assumed that Charlie thought of her as something more, that she was respected and that maybe deep down Charlie had some sort of feelings for her. Her mother had warned her, as had her father and nearly everyone around her, that Charlie was incapable of love, but she knew that wasn't true. At least not completely true, but she had been sure she'd been different. That was why Wraith and all the other Captains were jealous because Charlie didn't give them nearly the same attention she gave her. The power that Charlie had, to be chosen meant that you were special but for Charlie to say that she was nothing more than a concubine and that's all she had ever been to her, it breaks her heart. "Fine, even if you get on your hands and knees this is over."
Charlie's eyes narrowed at the statement and her eyes glowed angrily, "I am to be Empress, I will kneel once for a crown to be put on my head, and then I will never kneel to anyone or anybody ever again. I do not beg, and more importantly you do not have the right to tell me that it's over. Even if you are not my main concubine any longer, you're still my concubine, and everything that entails Santana."
"Then release me from your fucking harem Charlie, I trained under Granny Goodness, I earned my position. Do you have any idea how difficult I had it, I wasn't an orphan like Kara, I came from a little shithole in Ohio, I worked my as off to at least try and become a member of your grandmother's Honor Guard, that's what I wanted my whole life, to be head of security to the Empress—"
"And you've earned that, I'm not taking that away from you," Charlie points out. "Just to a far better Empress."
The ease at which Charlie dismisses her anger hurts far more than being told that she is nothing more than some masturbatory aid for Charlie. That she's no better than the affair partner, that she wasn't worthy enough to become Charlie's wife. She had never been an official member of Charlie's harem. There was a process for that and she would be considered far to dangerous to ever be a member or her Harem, "I have fought and bled for you—"
"As is your duty. You swore your loyalty to me, you swore that you would die if I commanded it." Charlie tilts her head, she wasn't quite sure where this was coming from. "And I have rewarded you for it, handsomely. You have a venerated position as my head of security, you have my ear, you are my most valued Fury and you are my concubine. If anyone else spoke to me the way you spoke to me, or slapped me the way you have slapped me. I would have killed them. You are my right hand Santana, but that does not mean that I won't cut it off and send you to Granny like Kara."
Even though Charlie had been sent to train under Granny Goodness at a young age, she was a Royal, which meant that Granny had never really punished Charlie like she had punished the rest of them. Sure Charlie had gotten beaten like the rest of them, but Granny had never humiliated Charlie like she had them, let alone the torture that went on in some of the orphanages. Most kids broke and they were discarded, but you couldn't do that to an Imperial heir. So while Granny had been firm with Charlie, she had never attempted to break Charlie, and for Charlie to now threaten her with reeducation? "I apologize for my misstep, your Imperial Highness." Santana immediately submits. There was no way in hell she was going to see what fresh hell Granny Goodness would prepare for her.
Charlie sighed, she had broken Santana on her dick earlier, this was partially her fault, and she reaches over and pats Santana's bowed head awkwardly. "I forgive you, I did break you on my dick earlier. I can't have that Santana, you're perfect the way you are."
Santana flinches, the tears threatening to the fall. How could Charlie not understand how she felt? She had been loyal, she had been Charlie's closest—really Charlie's only friend and confidant. They had fought side by side, she had helped her conquer hell, and while she knew that for Charlie her marriage was probably always going to be political. But as long as she thought that Charlie loved her she was willing to sacrifice everything she wanted, her dignity to make Charlie happy. To be told she was nothing more than a concubine, even a favored one—it meant that Dani and Wraith were right about her. Not that she hadn't earned her position that Charlie only viewed her as a whore. "I believe it's time we head back, your highness. We've been gone for hours, and I believe that we could both eat some better than this sandwich."
Charlie frowned, she'd worked really hard on the sandwich, and it wasn't very good. She knew that but she had never made someone else food and she had wanted to be praised for it. "You're right. We need to decide what to do about T'Challa and the rest of these traitors. But make sure you get some sleep Santana, you've been overworking yourself and I need you at your best." Charlie orders as she gets up. She wasn't dumb she could tell Santana was still very much upset with her, but that would pass. Santana never stayed angry with her for very long, she took her job far too seriously. Still she was glad that things would be getting back to normal soon.