There was something about listening to the petty disagreements between world powers that made Charlie want to simply burn the entire world to the ground and start again. It was so boring, and more importantly pointless. Earth wasn't an Empire, it was just a ball of mud that hadn't truly accomplished anything in ages. There was an entire galaxy that would help humanity expand and her control. And she was currently being forced to make a decision about trade lanes, and who had the right of way.

"If I may interject, as fascinating as talks of trade lanes have been, it is nearly the Empress's birthday and Wakanda wishes to be the first nation to wish her Majesty a happy birthday, and we have prepared gifts for her Imperial Majesty." Queen Ramonda said as she stood up, they had lost Charlie within the first few minutes of this general assembly and who could blame her. But the reaction from the other member states, with their smug arrogance as they share looks with each other. The attacks hadn't stopped even after T'Challa had stepped down, but that was by design.

"Queen Mother, you do know how much I love presents." Charlie said as she crossed her leg. "And I've forgotten that it is nearly my birthday, when you spend time in the hell dimension the concept of time is inconsequential, but I do love a good surprise."

Queen Ramonda turns to the main doors, as a hushed whisper falls around the General Assembly.

The doors open and Santana, donned in her White Tiger mask, even as she wears one of Charlie's favorite shirts makes her way into the room, with Kara who is carrying a massive dinosaur skull that didn't look like it was a fossil. A surprised look crosses Charlie's face as she stands up in surprise. The moment she does every other politician gets to their feet watching in rapt silence as Charlie becomes interested in the massive skull that nearly couldn't fit through the doorway.

Santana kneels in front of Charlie as the skull is presented to her, "The Savage Lands are savage no more. Its riches and its bounty are yours. The vibranium mines are yours."

The room immediately erupts as politicians immediately begin to clamor about the gift, only for Queen Ramonda to raise her hand drawing everyone's attention towards her.

"We offer this to once again strengthen our bonds as a nation with the Imperial family, no longer will you need to depend on Wakanda's vibranium, you have a mountain of your own."

Once again the room bursts into loud chatter as Charlie stares at Santana, so this was what she and Kara had been gone for months as of late. Charlie raises her hand to stop all the noise, "Remove your mask."

Santana freezes, Charlie had been clear that the only time that she would be able to reveal herself was when she had done enough to earn redemption. Still she doesn't hesitate as she removes her mask, shaking her hair out of her face as almost immediately the room erupts again.

"The Wakandans have worked with a known traitor! The entire Royal family is treasonous!"

"Does anyone ever shut up? It's almost impossible to hear myself think over the pointless drivel that comes out of your mouths," Charlie snaps and eyes the skull. "Do you think I'm a fool? We've had dinner, I've been aware of her existence since the moment she used her flames for the first time. She requested my forgiveness for her transgressions against me, for betraying me. As the kind-hearted ruler—"

Kara coughs at this, and nearly chokes at Charlie's description of herself before looking away.

Charlie bristled and resisted the urge to blast Kara before she simply returned to her seat, "As the fair ruler that I am, I considered Santana's prior loyalty before her only transgression and decided that she had more than earned a chance for redemption. I must say new lands, a savage land once more—you have more than earned a pardon—"

"I have also compiled a list of those that seek to overthrow you. They wished to rally behind me in an attempt to usurp the throne and place me on it, I gathered information. Some of them are in this room."

You could hear a pin drop as an almost predatory smile crossed Charlie's lips, "You were never one to rest on your perceived laurels." With a practiced flourish she sits on the throne. "Well this is certainly a wonderful surprise, and I loathe surprises. So a reward is in order. Santana, what is it that you want?"

Santana blinked and looked up at Charlie, "Your Majesty?"

"A reward for your devotion to the Imperial family."

She could ask for anything at this moment, she knew it and Charlie would grant it to her even ask if she could be made queen. "I wish to be your knight again. To be your right hand, and keep protecting the crown, my betrayal merely a footnote in history and in your memories."

"Your Imperial Highness—how can you believe her words? A known traitor! The Wakandans—" the man who had spoken was suddenly slammed against the floor with a knee in his back.

"Thank you Tina," Charlie stated. "Is that all Santana?"

Santana was about to nod before she hesitates and looks up at Charlie, "Just to be clear, this is a paid position."

Charlie rolls her eyes, "Very well, however I don't feel like that's enough of a reward. I leave the management of the Savage Lands to you. The land rights will remain with the Imperial family but how the land is managed, how the mines are managed and how the vibranium is refined are all your decisions."

Santana's eyes widened, Charlie had effectively given her a title and she could feel the politicians sizing her up in an attempt to get on her good side. "You are beyond generous, your majesty."

"I like to think so, it does come with a tremendous cost, there will be no cutting corners or polluting the earth."

"Of course your Imperial Majesty," Santana bowed. She had been given standing, and being in charge of the Savage Lands and the Vibranium meant that Charlie had also made her one of the wealthiest women on the planet.

"Now about these traitors who are in the room, I would very much like to have a chat with them."

~ O ~

"We will be having dinner in her Majesty's quarters," Santana informed one of the maids, before anyone could correct her she heads back to her quarters, the moment that she had decided that she had enough of Kara's abuse she had simply taken her position back, Charlie had been forced to intervene to prevent her from murdering Kara and in doing so had given her abilities back if only so she didn't insta-kill everyone and everything around her when she fought. It had taken Charlie nearly a week to fix Kara's face after she had finished fighting her off.

The result was that she had kicked Kara and Lena out of her former room, and while she was tempted to be petty and insist that they live in the maid quarters, she had simply sent Kara back to the smaller suite that didn't have a view of the gardens or a balcony for relaxation.

"Does her Majesty know that you've changed her dinner plans?" Tina questions raising a brow as she appears beside Santana.

Santana smirked at Tina, "She promised me that once I earned her forgiveness and managed to wipe away my traitor status, which I have, she would reward me with dinner and dessert." A wolfish grin appears on Santana's face.

Tina rolled her eyes, "Well while you're at it, and you're busy convincing her majesty, remember the little people. I expect back-pay for all the shit that I had to put up with to make sure that everything was running perfectly."

"Tina, you're a dear friend. So that's why I'm going to be blunt, I have no intention of bringing up your lack of salary tonight. Remind me in a week. No make that a month." Santana hummed.

Tina made a face of disgust, "I'll just send you an email then, don't get fucked stupid by her majesty. Bad enough that I had to listen to Kara attempting to give me idiotic orders. If you end up with Kara's IQ, I'll quit."

Santana snorted as she opened the door to her suite. "Noted. But if I were you I'd take the next few days off, I don't expect her to need you for a few days at best."

Tina shuddered, before shaking her head, she was surrounded by degenerates. She was literally the only one in this entire palace who had a normal sex-life and wasn't insane. Even if Santana didn't remember she was definitely going to demand a raise from Charlie. "It's good to have you back, and once things get back to normal, perhaps we can finally have a security force." They needed more normal people around, if only so maybe their behavior would rub off on all the lunatics running around.

~ O ~

"I just want to make my objections clear now, before she breaks your heart again. Santana Lopez is bossy, ambitious and she maimed me."

"I fixed your face and your eye, if only because it was disgusting to look at you," Charlie said as she looked over at the dinosaur skull. "I think I should have it cast in vibranium," she mused. "I could have killed a T-rex."

"And you're just okay with the fact that she once again didn't follow your instructions? You told her she was my assistant!"

"I also told her I didn't actually care what your relationship was, and if you hadn't been a dick, and actually taken the responsibility seriously she probably wouldn't have nearly killed you. You went too far, and if I didn't care for you, Santana would have killed you. I would be torn between being amused and being sad about your passing. I would have taken care of Lena though."

Kara scowled and flops down on Charlie's couch, "I still think that if you had just shared her—"

"Kara."

"Oh come on, I shared Lena."

"That's your business, you were free to say no, and the only reason you said yes was so I could give you a dick so you could fuck her into the ground. I didn't force the issue, and quite frankly I need to hold myself back when I'm with Lena, and she's far too eager to please. Honestly Lena wouldn't have lasted long as a concubine. But if you love her, then I suppose she's good enough for you." There's a knock on the door and Charlie uses her abilities to open it. Revealing the maids with their carts with food and drink causing Charlie to raise a brow. "What's all this now?"

"Santana has informed us that you will be dining in your room today."

Charlie stared and raised a brow as Kara snorted and then burst into a fit of giggles at Charlie's demeanor. "That was a bold assumption, since when does she wear the pants in this relationship?"

"I could ask you the same, but then I remember that Lena's intelligence far outstrips yours and you should probably listen to her more." Charlie studies the dishes for a moment and lifts one of the cloches, and instead of one of her usual steak and potatoes she notices that it's fish and her brow twitches. "This is—"

"She informed us that you need to diversify your diet, your Majesty, and that even if you argue it's for your own good."

"I can have you executed."

The maid stared at Charlie for a moment, "She mentioned that you might threaten us, and she informed us to remind you that killing people eats into your staffing budget and then you'd have to deal with new people in the palace to take my place."

Kara giggled, "Santana's intelligence far outstrips yours and you should probably listen to her more," she said, throwing Charlie's words back in her face.

Charlie stares at Kara, and for a moment before opening a portal underneath her and sending her to the kennels, Candy Bacon Cherry, could use a chew toy. "Very well, this is a date, and I should be considerate of her eating habits. Where is she?"

"She should be here shortly. She said she needed to prepare."

"It's dinner." The maid gives Charlie a knowing look and she makes a face, "You can go."

Charlie sighs and goes to her minibar and pours herself a drink, wondering if she should work on one of her cigars, but Santana wasn't a fan of her smoking in general. Still it was just a dinner, she had just promised Santana a dinner and—

"Hey."

Charlie turns and lets out low grunt when she spots Santana who is in a fiery red wrap dress, that reveals her legs and the fuck-me heels causing Charlie to simply stare, it was all she could do how could she not. "I'm glad to see that my clothes aren't the only thing in your closet. So shall we have dinner?"

Santana frowned ever so slightly disappointed that Charlie hadn't ordered her to her knees, or stripped her naked just yet. "Of course."

Charlie waved her finger and the furniture in her apartment moves creating space and putting Santana's meal on the opposite end of the table furthest from her, she needed to create some space between them, she had no doubt that Santana was attempting to seduce her and she needed to remain some modicum of control. "You surprised me earlier, I hadn't been aware that you were that busy."

Santana eyed the position and picked up her plate and moved her chair so she's right beside Charlie once more. "You're not thinking of reneging on our deal are you?"

"You just need to fill out a form or something if you want to be on the payroll again Santana—" Charlie begins watching as Santana decides to park herself on her right hand side. She hesitates for a moment.

"When you pretend not to know what I'm talking about I worry that Kara's stupid has rubbed off on you. You know exactly what I mean, I thought that you had forgiven me and I've proven myself to you or is that not the case? Or are you truly incapable of forgiving me for my past transgressions?"

There's a waver in Santana's voice that she attempts to hide but there was really nothing Santana could hide from her. "While you were gone, the amount of work that you completed piled up, Kara simply couldn't keep up and I worry that if our sexual relationship returns that you will end up becoming addicted to having sex with me."

Santana raised a brow, "You aren't being entirely honest, I've already admitted that you are the only person that can fuck me the way I need to be fucked, you've made sure that you're about the only one that can get me off as well. My body is already yours—and you know how much I need you. So you don't need to worry about something that's already happened."

"The last time we had sex, I broke you, and I don't like broken toys."

This time it's Santana's turn to stare at Charlie, "You really, really are a terrible person. I'm not a toy."

"Would the term action figure be better?" Charlie questions, smirking at Santana's anger.

"Are you trying to turn me off? I'm not your toy. I'm no ones fucking toy, and I'm certainly not your blow up doll action figure!" Santana hisses, getting irritated.

"I'm aware of that, but I'm trying to warn you that if we continue you will end up a broken toy. I understand that you want me to fuck you, I'm just not capable of holding myself back and there is a part of me that wants to punish you for your betrayal, to remind your body that it belongs to me, to burn it into every cell of your body so the very thought of someone else touching you makes your skin crawl. I am barely containing myself and I know that if we go down this path it will bleed into every other aspect of your life, till all you can think about, all you'll want is to have me buried inside you, in whatever hole that I feel like using that day. And once you become like that, and you start to submit to whatever whim that I have without fighting me on it, without pushing back I'll grow bored."

"Do you honestly think that I'm not going to push back on whatever it is that you do? You are incredibly impulsive, to the point that I honestly question if we need to get rid of Kara because her stupidity can clearly be caught. And you say things that make me wonder why I find you attractive in the first place. You are however really good at sex, and no one knows my body, no one can control my body like you can. I will follow you to the ends of the Earth, but I will argue with you the entire trip if you choose not to listen to me." Santana frowns. "And I will complain when you sexually harass me when I'm supposed to be working! You're good at sex but you aren't going to turn me into some mindless fuckhole for you to discard. I'm not going to allow you to simply throw me away."

Charlie tilted her head, her eyes glowing for a moment, "You really don't remember our last time together?"

"I remember every second of it, I've masturbated furiously to the memory which only made things worse because I can't even cum without your fucking permission! It's like being in a fucking chastity belt, except every time I try to masturbate, it only makes things worse!" Santana grumbled. "Don't be pleased with yourself," Santana frowns as Charlie smirks at her discomfort.

"Well, I had hoped that it would mean you'd stop thinking with that cunt of yours and actually use your head, but it appears that I was mistaken. All you can think about is release. Your orgasm, it's always about your needs isn't it Santana, and yet you've done nothing to entice me. You've made demands of me, and I really do wonder if allowing you to be my knight has inflated your ego and now you think we're equals. The last time we had sex, after I made you cum so hard that you fucking passed out you woke up and you began to beg for it, you became so fucking needy, you wanted to please me so fucking much. I enjoy making you submit, and while it was certainly nice for you to be nothing more than a needy cunt, who was desperate to please me. It worried me that you may end up dumber than Kara."

Santana takes a breath, Charlie had never been emotionally intelligent, not really she seemed to know when her words would tear someone apart, but she was rarely ever deliberate with her words. "You are my Empress, and I am your knight, by definition we do not have equal positions, but—I want to walk beside you, and if I can't walk beside you I'd like to walk a step behind or a step in front so you can admire my ass. I just need to know that I am special to you, I know you'll never declare any sort of love for me, but you can at least show that you care for me through your actions. When you attempted to make me that super dry sandwich which was awful. I'm not expecting you to be anyone other than you when you're with me, and I hope that you're not expecting me to be anyone other than me."

Charlie taps her finger quickly with a steady beat for a brief moment as she makes up her mind, "Okay, but if you do break, I will never forgive you."

"Entering subspace shouldn't be considered me breaking, it's pure euphoria, I don't know how to describe it but it's like I'm drunk and I just want you to fuck me, and hold me, and take care of me. I am at my most vulnerable with you because you are the only one that I trust," Santana admits, Charlie wasn't aware of everything and it's not like she'd been instructed in BDSM, but she had learned a few things before Charlie had caught her. It would be difficult to broach the subject with Charlie but there was still so much that she could learn and there were things that she wanted to try. Well it was a thought for another day. "And despite my previous sins, I hope that I can be the person you can be vulnerable with, and that you trust implicitly."

Charlie was quiet for a moment, "When Kara betrayed me and I forgave her, she re-pledged herself to me. I didn't particularly care that she did, but I accepted it—to think that she has better manners than you."

A smile flashes across Santana's face as she gets up and is about to get on a knee, and redo the pledge when she feels a sharp tug from her nipple rings, which catches her off guard as pleasure spreads through her body. "Are you seriously—"

"Naked. Though there is something about you in those heels that I like," Charlie tilts her head so she can get a better look at Santana's legs.

"We really should discuss when it's okay for you to sexually harass me," Santana muttered under her breath as she slowly began to undress, she hadn't been wearing any underwear. It was expensive and Charlie was not careful when she was unwrapping her. It was something that they would discuss and she would make Charlie pay for.

"No underwear? You really are a presumptuous little slut aren't you?" Charlie says, watching every movement Santana made as she keeps her hands to herself.

"Do you have any idea of how expensive good underwear is? You're a sex pest at best, and you enjoy destroying my clothes. Why in the world would I let you anywhere near my good underwear?" Santana reminds Charlie.

"Really, you're going to call me a sex pest?"

"If the shoe fits!"

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you senseless."

"I do, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to kiss your ass and pretend that you aren't a sex pest who has a fetish for destroying my clothing." Santana retorts as she bows down in front of Charlie ready to pledge herself once more. "I shall serve you faithfully and with honor—"

"Without getting naked for anyone else." Charlie interrupts.

Santana pauses and glances up at Charlie, despite her rather stoic face, she had heard the petulant jealousy in Charlie's voice. "I shall serve only you, Empress Charlotte Victoria Fabray, faithfully and with honor, inside the bedroom and outside the bedroom. I will look at no others, and I will love only you for the rest of my days, this is a vow I make to you, an eternal pledge. I swear it on my name, Santana Maria Lopez."

Charlie studies Santana for a moment before nodding her head, but before Santana can leave the position. "I promise you this that you will remain my right hand, and you will have my ear and my affection. I will listen to your counsel and take it into consideration in anything."

Santana's eyes widened, "Do you really mean that?"

"Yes."

"So when I say I would prefer if today you just fucked me silly and punished me at some other point in time, in the future preferably after I recover from today. You would take that into consideration?"

Charlie rolled her eyes, she had assumed that Santana would swoon over her words, but she seemed razor focused on sex. "Do you only ever think about sex?"

"I haven't orgasmed in nearly 2 Earth years, and you can guess how long I was in the hell dimension for centuries, so yes, at this moment in time I only am ever thinking about sex. I know this means that my punishment will be infinitely worse, but I look forward to that."

Charlie's eyes glow and even though she doesn't move from her spot Santana suddenly feels someone grabbing her hair and lifting her head, and Santana looks up to see that it's Charlie, "What the fuck? Are you—" Santana glances back to see that there are now two versions of Charlie on the couch, and one behind her.

"I really don't know why you think that I can't do both?" Charlie, the real Charlie says her eyes glowing softly.

It's at that moment that Santana realizes that she may have gotten more than she bargained for, far more than she bargained for. "Well—" Before she can make a scathing comment the Charlie that is holding her by her hair pulls her back a bit further and leans in kissing her and forcing her silence. It's almost dizzying how good Charlie is at this, and her pupils dilate as Charlie pulse back.

"It has been awhile since we last fucked, and I believe that I need to get reacquainted with your body. All at once," Charlie hummed as she crossed her legs. "Remember to breathe while you can, I'll be disappointed if you fully pass out before I've had my fill."

Santana bites back an almost euphoric smile, "Bring it on." She lets out a low groan as she feels two fingers plunge deep into her core, and she watches as the other clone leans in and bites one of her nipples hard, sending a thrill down her body. The pleasure is almost maddening and all it takes is one of the clone's fingers grazing her g-spot for her body to convulse hard as she cums, the sweet release making her eyes roll back as she drenches the floor with liquid.

"Oh dear, we haven't even truly begun yet," Charlie hums as she gets up and starts to strip, there was a pleased smile stretched out on her face. "It is slightly disappointing that you can't even remember my basic rules. I certainly never gave you permission to cum, I thought I owned your body."

Santana smirks up at Charlie as she catches her breath, "You control my orgasms, if you didn't want me to mess up your spotless floors, you wouldn't have allowed it. Don't pretend you aren't going to be an utter pain in my ass about this whole thing."

"And don't pretend that you're not going to love every last moment of this," Charlie said as she drops down so she's at eye-level with Santana and kisses her forcibly stealing her breath away as her clones begin to move around her, taking their positions. "Now about that pain in your ass," Charlie murmurs against her ear, nipping at her ear.

Santana lets out a gasp as she feels something cold being smeared against her backdoor as the other clone spreads her legs giving her room to slide underneath her, maybe she had gone too far with her teasing. Everytime she was touched it was like a shockwave of pleasure rolled through her body. She was definitely in danger here, she had a feeling that this would be an addicting experience. "Please—" Her hips buck as she feels a tongue flick across her clit, feeling the sharp sting of an electrical shock at the very tip and it's nearly enough to send her tumbling over the edge again.

"Too late to beg," Charlie mumbles as she leans back to watch as her clones slowly begin to take her ass, stretching the ring open on her fingers as it makes sure that she's fully coated with lube. "This will hurt," Charlie promises as Santana lets out a strangled groan of pain as her clone begins to push a rather large member inside of her.

Hurt didn't even begin to cover it, but Charlie was making sure that even with that pain, she felt a tremendous amount of pressure. They rarely had done anal in the past, but if Charlie continued doing this, if she continued—another orgasm hits as she feels the clones hips hit her ass, indicating that she had taken all of it. She felt full, and she lets out a small almost pathetic mewl, even as the other clone lapped away at her already drenched cunt.

Charlie gently pats Santana on the head, knowing each touch that she made would only cause more pleasure to build, "There's a good slut," she mumbles as she stands up. "Now, it won't do if you pass out before I have had my fill, so put that filthy mouth of yours to work," Charlie orders, guiding Santana's head towards her drenched pussy. She glances down at the clone and adjusts its position so Santana is now straddling its hips, a massive member slapping against her lower abdomen.

It finally dawns on Santana as she lets out a small almost resigned chuckle that she had entered the danger zone and Charlie wasn't going to allow her a moment's rest. It was one of the reasons she had fallen for the woman, she was unrelenting in bed. She immediately begins to lap Charlie's pussy as best as she can as she feels the other clone lifting her and positioning the head of that dick beneath before letting her simply fall onto it, filling her to the absolute brim.

"You'd better hurry up and make me cum Santana, or I'm going to make sure that you don't cum for the rest of the night. And I don't plan on stopping until I'm good and satisfied. So if you want to get to the other side you'd better focus on getting me off rather than on your own orgasms."

The pace of the clones is quick and forceful and her body shakes and trembles as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoes through Charlie's apartment. It's maddening as she cums again. There's barely any reprieve as she feels another orgasm building behind the one she just had. She was going to be so utterly fucked.

~ O ~

"I can't feel my legs."

"Good," Charlie said, leaning back and resting her head against the cool tile of her bathroom. She would never admit it to Santana but she felt the exhaustion too. She had fucked Santana for hours, switching places with her clones and she couldn't remember how many orgasms she had. Santana had been painted in her cum, it was a sticky mess but she had managed to create another clone to help them both to the baths so that they could get clean.

Santana glares at Charlie even as she rests her head on her chest. "Do you know how irritating it's going to be that I'm going to be leaking your cum for a week? And I still feel like I'm covered in it. How the fuck are you fine?"

"You talk too much," Charlie grunted, splashing Santana.

Santana smiles and enjoys the steam from the heat of the bath, "Did you really spend the entire Fury Budget on redesigning your bathroom?" Santana questioned. She hadn't been in here since she'd been allowed into the palace again. But the room was clearly new, Charlie had taken inspiration from the Roman bath houses and created a space that was basically a spa for herself.

"You really do talk too much," Charlie groaned. She really wanted a drink and a cigar.

"Well, you don't talk enough," Santana points out. "I'm going to take that budget and turn it into a proper security force. You can't just have me, Kara and Tina. Tina's about ready to walk away because you're not paying her and she hasn't had a vacation."

"Both of them could have filled out a form. It's not my fault that they never asked," Charlie grunted as she opened a portal and grabbed a bottle of blood wine. "You're more durable than before, probably the demon in you which means you can finally drink this." Charlie said as she grabs two glasses and pours a drink for her and Santana.

Santana takes the glass and waits until Charlie brings her own glass up, Charlie didn't really serve others. She was served, so this was nice, even if it was just pouring a simple cup. She lets out a small laugh and takes a sip, it's sweet, and she can understand why Charlie drinks it as often as she does. She leans against her chest again enjoying the feeling of Charlie's breasts against her back. "What now?"

Charlie gently raises Santana's hand, "I've given some thought about what you said, and your punishment is over."

"Just like that?" Santana asks.

"I don't generally stay angry after the punishment's been handed down. I'm not a monster—"

"My pussy and ass would argue otherwise," Santana grumbled, everything ached, even her jaw and throat ached. Charlie hadn't spared her a quarter.

Charlie rolled her eyes, and played with Santana's hand, holding it for a moment before tapping the ring finger. "We should get a nice ring for this hand. Something that lets people know who you belong to."

Santana froze and glanced up at Charlie, it was her left hand and that was her ring finger, and coughs as the sweet liquid enters her windpipe. "What?"

"I don't think I'd be able to tolerate anyone other than my Queen talking back to me, so you might as well have that position. I was always going to give you whatever it is that you wanted from me, and I would rather your resentment not grow until you do something foolish, because I won't be nearly as forgiving." Charlie said letting Santana's hand go as she reached down and flicked Santana's clit watching her jump. "And we can get a matching one for my favorite button to tease."

"Yes." Santana says without even thinking about it. She was not going to let Charlie change her mind about this or even pretend that she was joking. "I'll marry you."

"Good, I don't have any intention of announcing it to the General Assembly. I'd like to enjoy this for myself for now. But those closest to us should know. I was thinking about a month for our honeymoon."

Santana's eyes widened in shock as her body shudders even as her pussy clenches at the thought. A month of what had happened earlier? "Somewhere where we won't be disturbed."

Charlie's eyes glow, "I wouldn't have it any other way."