"It's so good to see you again, Prince Xenon! You haven't visited the Redoubt since we captured it, what, a little over two years ago? Please, have a seat." Lady Jen, Jen of the Twin Fangs, or Stabby Jen to friends and enemies alike, smiles as she takes a seat at the small table next to her. The Redoubt has a much grander and larger feasting hall, but at the moment Jen and her guest are sitting down for a later dinner in one of the rooms of her personal quarters, near the top of the stronghold. Aside from the guards outside the door, it's perhaps her first time being alone in a room with the man since...the Fallen Tower's dungeon, now that she thinks about it.
The man in question smiles back as he reaches for the provided wine. "True, though it's only been four months or so since your last Tower visit. You've been doing well these past few years, haven't you? The territory is no longer a border region, and I hear you've captured your third general recently. Still, I think calling me 'Prince' is a new development, hrmm? I remember the days when 'asshole' was a far more common title."
Jen blushes at the reminder. "Well, you deserve a little respect - thanks to you I'm literally living a fairy tale life now, aren't I? And yup! This last one was a gnome, so now I have an elf, a human, and a gnome in my collection of generals. It was just a week or so ago though, so it'll take a little while before he can join the cleaning staff with the others."
"Is that the fate of your prisoners? Is there a maid outfit involved, perhaps?"
The lady of the castle almost chokes on her wine at the thought. "Agh, ahaha, gods no! I'm not Pervert Pete, you know? Mostly I have them dealing with the stables and the latrines. Serves them right. I made a list, you know? There were nine people at my summoning who were generals, or who've become generals since then. Three of them are dead now, someone else got to them first, so that leaves three left for my collection. Not that I'll stop at generals, of course. If we get deep enough into their territory to get some of those priests or aristocrats who were part of the ritual..."
Xenon raises an eyebrow. "Still holding a grudge, even if they brought you to your 'fairy tale' world? Not that I blame you, I know the feeling."
Jan sighs. "You were right. After I told them to fuck off, they did it again. And again, and again. I've talked to some of the others, you know, including Zhenya, and she came after me, yeah? They told her the exact same bullshit they told me, practically word for fuckin' word. They're not gonna stop! Some of these 'Champions' were barely out of high school! What gives these assholes the right, to - to kidnap people, and recruit them into their war? None of us asked for this!"
The Champion's good mood goes from slightly embarrassed to red-faced with anger in a matter of moments, but her prince isn't exactly surprised. There had always been an undercurrent of anger to the woman, and the years of warfare had only caused to expose it further. She wasn't as sadistic as a few of the former Champions were, but Xenon had seen her in battle, and the smile she wore while shedding blood would be impossible to fake. Despite all her rage, the prince feels quite calm as he sits across from her. In a way, the man wishes he could still feel the anger as brightly as she does, and part of him wonders if that's why he spends so much effort surrounding himself with such people.
"A person can justify almost anything, if they think that they're pure good and that their enemies are utterly evil. I've never bought into that myself, though - I don't believe that there are good and evil people. It's the actions that we take that have morality or don't, and every action needs to be considered on its own merits."
Jen blinks briefly at that comment, her anger somewhat sidetracked by the moment of philosophy. "And...you don't think some of your actions are evil, Prince? Or mine, for that matter?"
Xenon shakes his head as he swirls the wine in his goblet. "I know that they are. I'm not blind. Just...tired, perhaps. Doing the right thing - if I even trusted myself to know what that is - wouldn't help anyone in the long run. It doesn't really matter at this point. The war needs to end, the gods need to be kicked in the pants. Then perhaps we can atone, or face judgment. Or not. Even we don't really matter."
Again the mood shifts, this time from anger to moroseness, and this particular emotion makes Jen feel more awkward than ever. The prince was known for his moods - or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he seemed to spend most of his time in a mood, and only rarely came out of it. The man did have some good points, he'd recruited her to his side, after all, but...she'd be a little more comfortable if the man showed a bit more concern for himself, or the world, or anything from time to time.
Fortunately...she has heard of one way the man can be distracted from his troubles. The prince is in his mid-thirties now, not yet old enough to show marks of his age, although scars of battle had begun to trace their way across his skin here and there. His black hair is still untouched by gray, and as he looks out through the window and into the starry night, his firm chin is clearly displayed by the candlelight behind him. Taking a breath and gathering her courage, Jen decides to change the topic.
"Perhaps we should talk about something other than the war and the fate of the world, eh? There's definitely happier things we could discuss."
"Oh? And what did you have in mind?"
"Well...it seems like I always miss them when I swing by the Tower, always some event or disaster or something canceling them at the wrong time. But...I have heard you know how to party, when you want to."
The mention does make the man smirk. "And you're hoping for some good stories? I could perhaps oblige, although the names would have to be changed to protect the guilty."
"Stories? Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of...reenactments..."
"Were you now..."
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Jen laughs as the muscular noble pushes open the double doors leading to her bedchamber, only marginally handicapped by the fact that she's currently wrapped around him with two legs and one arm, otherwise supported only by a single hand firmly gripping her ass. "Haha, here it is! Knew you'd find it eventually, although who would have thought the dreaded Prince of the Fallen Tower was bad at following directions?"
Xenon scoffs. "My apologies, it is a little difficult to see when someone's lips are latched on to yours. Also, I'm pretty sure your chambers have even more rooms than mine do. Was that last one really just a closet?"
"A proper lady needs a suit of armor for every occasion. But there's the bed, so - whoop!" The woman gasps as she's tossed down onto the mattress, much of her remaining garments falling even more loose than they already were in the process. In the aid of her rather heavy-handed 'seduction' Jen had started with exposing more of her cleavage, and in the trip from one room to another the target of that seduction had already spent a fair bit of time enjoying the hidden treasures of her blouse with his free hand.
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She's far from disappointed by Xenon's intense response to her invitation, but she does have to admit to a bit of surprise. Even in battle she can't recall the prince ever coming alive quite so quickly, compared to the way he had almost immediately forgotten his drink and food and risen from his seat to join her. It's almost as if the man standing over her is a different figure altogether. "Wow...I have to admit, Xenon, you're a much more...intense man than I had imagined. At least in the bedroom."
Xenon smiles down at her as he removes some of his own clothing, which is mostly far more intact than her own. "Mmm, perhaps. You know, as you might remember, I haven't always been a man. My lives have been...hrmm, close to even, but I've always preferred the body of a woman. But do you know what?"
Jen finds herself a little confused by the current topic, but follows along. "What's that? Should I...call you Princess?"
"Haha! If you like, Lady Jen. But no - I've found that I have just as much fun with the female form from the outside as I do having it myself. Especially as a man. Perhaps it's the strength." Xenon demonstrates that strength as he easily lifts Jen's legs up into the air, pulling off her already-loosened pants as he does so. "Maybe it's the dick - well, I'm not going to lie. There's a lot of fun to be had with a dick." With that said the prince sets her ankles on his shoulders and pushes down his own pants, and the royal dick in question springs to attention.
Jen eyes it appreciatively - it's not the largest in the kingdom, particularly when considering some of the non-human species, but it was certainly the most famous. Rumors claimed that it had pleased hundreds of women - and men - yet that doesn't make the Champion feel like she was just about to become another notch on the prince's bedpost. Hell, if he kept count like that he'd probably hardly have a bedpost left at this point. Instead, all she can think about is the fact that she's about to confirm some of those rumors with personal experience. "Is that so?"
"A fair bit. But mostly? I think it's the opportunity to treat a woman like I always wanted men to treat me." With that said he leans forward, deeply enough to kiss her on the lips, and fortunately the superhuman beneath him is more than limber enough to bend with him as he does so. The kiss is good, like all the others so far, but not good enough to distract her from the warm feeling of the man's cock sliding up between her thighs, and her hands reach down to grab it and hold it in place.
"You like...being tossed around and bent in half, eh? It's not bad, though not what I would've pictured from you."
"Well, I have worn many faces." With that said Xenon begins to move downward, likely to put his current face to good use, but Jen stops him with a hand on his arm.
"Hold on. I like where your mind is at, but...I want to do something first, if that's alright?"
Xenon raises his eyebrows but nods in assent. "Well, it is the lady's castle."
"You're damn right. I just...want to get a proper feel for this thing. You know I'm a hands-on sort of gal, after all." Her partner nods and straightens back up, and as he does so Jen does her best to clamp her thighs together. The act leaves much of his length trapped between her legs, and the feeling of it against her skin and rubbing atop her mound excites her more than she would've imagined. There's still a few inches left exposed though, and those receive further attention from Jen's battle-worn hands. The prince perhaps involuntarily thrusts forward slightly as he feels her fingers wrap around him, but Jen quickly decides to encourage that instinct, both verbally and by pressing back against him with her own hips. "You can, ah, do a bit more of that if you like."
"A thigh-fuck? Interesting, a little more chaste than I was expecting from you."
"Chaste? I've got my boss's dick between my legs and I'm halfway jerking him off, and you're calling this chaste? Fuck you! I just...hnnf, the way it grinds against me there is just...really good, that's all."
The prince chuckles as he gradually picks up the pace. "Well, the lady knows what she wants." The pair continue like that for perhaps another minute, with Jen doing her best to try not to visibly squirm under the sensation of the cock grinding against her mons pubis, but eventually Xenon decides he can improve matters somewhat. Pulling up on Jen's legs, she soon finds herself with her knees over the man's shoulders rather than her ankles, and her lower half turned practically vertical against his torso. His cock remains where it is, trapped between her legs, except now it presses fully along the length of her slit with every thrust.
The sudden change in sensations makes Jen forget all about the partial handjob she was giving him, and instead her arms fall back to help support herself against the mattress. The move does give her a little more leverage though, and now when she thrusts back against her lord there's a distinct clap of her ass against his thighs as they collide. "Aw, fuck! I should've - tried this before!"
"Haven't done it often myself, but I can definitely tell you're excited." Indeed, the new position is doing quite a bit to lubricate Xenon's manhood as the pair continue, with Jen's fluids slowly coating more and more of the underside of the man's shaft. That in turn allows the both of them to pick up speed, and it only takes a few minutes more of that to bring the Champion to a shuddering climax. Neither of them slow down very much though, and by time Jen's eyes finish rolling back in her skull she's looking up to see the first jet of Xenon's cum spraying over her. She jerks slightly as the surprise load hits her chin to start with, but can't help smiling as it continues to trace its way down her body, marking her left tit, her navel, and finally delivering a little more to pool in her clamped legs.
"Ha, wow. That might be one of the best I've had, and we haven't even actually fucked yet. I hope you're up for a round two though, because I'm not skipping out on that."
The prince nods, and slides out from her thighs just enough to begin lining himself back up with her. "I come from a family lineage that's been enhanced by dark pacts for generations. Apparently, 'virility' is one of the top-desired traits in eldritch deals, so trust me, I'm just getting started. If you're ready to continue?"
Jen's about to nod, but finds herself pausing as she looks down at herself and sees the prince preparing to press forward. Most of her former experiences had involved birth control, it having been easy to acquire and use back on Earth in her time, but those medications had worn off a year ago and she'd never bothered to acquire the local magical equivalents. Somehow the thought hadn't really occurred to her until now...yet it's not exactly a thought that's telling her to stop what they're doing, either.
"You know, speaking of...Zhenya said she'd only been on the team for two months before you knocked her up."
Xenon frowns, not exactly sure where this line of conversation is heading. "The little Baba Yaga says a lot, about half of which makes sense. I should say, it's not confirmed that - "
Jen finishes the statement for him " - That it's your kid, I know, I know. You've got swinging orgies, there's questionable parentage, and you've been screwing around for years and somehow have zero confirmed heirs. You're not exactly father material, I get it."
"If you'd rather do something else - or wait until you can prepare yourself..." Xenon begins to pull back, but finds himself surprised as the athletic killer quickly pulls her legs off of his shoulders and brings them around to lock around his hips.
"Xenon, I'm rich. I'm powerful, both physically and politically, I'm one of the most dangerous people on the continent if not the planet. I'm not exactly worried about child support. You've given me an army, a castle - a cause to fight for, that cause namely being myself. You've already given me so much." With that said Jen reaches up and grabs on to the back of Xenon's neck, pulling him down so that she can whisper the next bit into his ear. "So I don't mind at all if you want to give me a bastard too."
Xenon smiles at the comment, but Jen can't entirely tell if it's real or not. Regardless, the cock slowly pressing its way between her labia only seems to grow more erect, and that's answer enough for her. "Well...let it not be said that I don't give my partners what they want..."
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Ruckus rubs his face with one hand. "I really don't think you needed to tell me that whole last part. Was that necessary?"
Emma grins, as she looks off to the side of the office. "Necessary? Maybe not. But if you could see the look on Xenia's face right now, you'd know that it was goddamn hilarious."