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Felix tried not to show the pain he was in but it was obvious— as obvious as the markings on his hand which Isabelle eventually spotted. He tried to cover up but the goddess was persistent in keeping her beau open. And so she took his hands from his lap and held them up to her ruby red lips. A slight shudder breezed around his spine as he felt the tender medicine of her mouth lay upon his bruised knuckles, swollen from one too many brutal jabs against the 100-pound bag hanging from a post inside the Serpent’s private gym, used for training. Felix was supposed to be training with Brooke, his parabatai. But instead he’d been visiting the center alone, so he could bash his fists open and feel the numb punishment of his warm blood leaking through the cracks of his fingers. “Well, you should.” He said at once. She should blame him. He was an animal. She was the mother of his baby for Christ’s sake— why did he think it was all right to treat her like a pain reliever? If he had a problem he should have taken it to the bathroom. Isabelle’s body wasn’t his to use whenever he pleased, no matter what they said while caught up in a heated moment of passion. “You shouldn’t let me off the hook. You have every right to be mad at me.” Felix drew in a deeper breath. He was massaging his fingers but not for relief— that he didn’t deserve. It was a self-conscious act, like he was ashamed of the redness. He should have worn his leather gloves to the park. 

“It was my fault.” Felix countered, his voice taking on a bitter edge. “I let the tentacion control me. I let my impulses control me. What does that even mean? Is that who I am? Just some riled up, horny frat boy…like everyone else?” Felix looked down, his hazel eyes were darker. They almost appeared black in the deep shadow of his furrowed brow. “I just, I didn’t know how to face you after what I’d done.” He looked up apologetically, his jaw slack—needing to say more. But unsure where else to start. Instead he dug his nails into his palm until it hurt, then pressed a little harder. He would have drew blood, had it not been for Isabelle bringing one leg over to the other side of his hip. She had him straddled in the booth. Protectively, his hands came around her small waist to keep her balanced. “Izzy, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft and breathy against her mouth and chin. “I’m listening.” That was the truth. He was hanging on her every word. If anyone could bring light back into his hazel eyes, it was her. When her hips met his in a gentle thrust, he moaned. His jaw then flexed as his fingers took purchase of her exposed hips. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You don’t have to make me feel better. I don’t—” Felix licked his lips before continuing, “— We’re more than sex.” Another truth. He’d give it up for Isabelle. They could live a long and fruitful life without it. Isabelle offered him gratification in so many other ways. The sex was just a plus. Another way for them to silently praise and worship the other. “I love you, too.” he whispered before closing his eyes. Because yes, he did trust her. With his heart and soul. “I’m ready.” Felix wasn’t sure what to expect, but Isabelle was the love of his life, his twin flame and best friend— whatever she had planned, he knew it wouldn’t be anything he’d be against. 

Izzy wasn’t used to seeing Felix this way, and therefore it was definitely a first. She’s seen him hurt, and angry, and upset. But, she’s never seen him this self-deprecating. He blamed himself for coming on too strongly and he implied or felt that she should, too. He loved her but, didn’t feel as though he was deserving of her love and forgiveness as well. But with all love, comes forgiveness. If they were to punish each other for every mistake they made, their relationship would cease to exist and never really work. In fact, the reason they worked and got along so well together was because they were both mature and well-rounded enough to find it in their hearts to forgive each other and still cherish one another despite their little hiccups. That wouldn’t change. “It’s not your fault,” Izzy assured him with a shake of her head while she cupped his cheeks. It pained her to see him like this, blaming himself for something he couldn’t control even if he tried. “And no, that’s not who you are. You’re you. You’re the man that I love, the father of our child, and my twin flame. You can’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control even if you tried. And I trust that you did try. That you wanted to. Because your heart is pure and proof of that exists in the guilt you feel right now which I’m encouraging you to let go of because I’m not mad or upset. I know who you are, Felix. Even while you question it yourself.” Which was true... she knew who he was. He wasn’t the person he was making himself out to be.

At his inquiry of what she was doing, Izzy smiled and pecked his lips. She could tell by the flexing of his jaw that she was getting to him when she thrust herself above his lap. She was hoping to, at least. If only, to take his mind off his guilt. Though, it still seemed to persist as he informed her that she didn’t need to make him feel better. She knew that but, what if she wanted to? It pained her to see him hurting himself over something that was not his fault and if there were anything she could do to help ease his mind or relax him then, she wanted to do it.  “I know we are, bebe. I just want you to relax, to close your eyes and listen.” Felix seemed to oblige her wishes as he did just that, resting his hazel eyes while she fished in his pocket for his wallet. Thankfully, he had a few loose dollars on him, and Izzy slipped those into the photobooth to allow it to snap a series of pictures as she slid off his lap onto the floor by his feet. “You trust me?” Izzy questioned him again, as she unbuckled his jeans and urged him to lift his hips up. Once he did, Izzy eased them down, though not completely all the way off. They were in public after all. “Imagine us there again. I know you don’t want to but I’m asking you bebe please... for me? I know you think I didn’t enjoy myself but I did. And I wanted you. I still do..” Izzy confessed as she eased his boxers down a little too, until his cock sprung to freedom. It was stiff with excitement and from where Izzy was positioned on her knees, she could see him pulsing nervously a little bit.

“You know, my abuelo used to tell me that you should never forget to smile--” As Izzy spoke, her lips curved into a sexy smirk prior to leaning forward and kissing the tip of his cock while talking against it, --”because you never know who may be falling in love with it. So smile,” she purrs, while rolling her tongue along his slit, “and relax...” Regardless of him telling her, she didn’t have to and they were more than sex, Izzy wanted to do this. Despite how dangerous it was, Izzy wanted proof in digital form of what Felix looked like when he was completely relaxed. Nothing compared to the faces and sounds and twitches he made when she went down on him, which is exactly what she was doing now as she wrapped her wet lips around the head of his cock, before easing him into her warm mouth. He was feeling down and Izzy was dead set on lifting his spirits back up and making him feel good because he deserved it. He deserved the world, and to feel wanted and loved and cherished because that’s exactly what he was. “It’s okay,” Izzy cooed with him in her mouth, her words a bit garbled given the circumstances, “to thrust. I want you to enjoy it, and so does the camera...” With every bit of insatiable thirst she had, Izzy took him into the back of her mouth, sucking and deep-throating him with a desperate fire and urgency that she wanted him to feel and enjoy as her mouth watered and drooled all over him.

With Isabelle’s legs resting over his lap, Felix brushed his soothing fingertips up and down her exposed ankle and foot. It didn’t matter if they were on the outs or not, Isabelle was still his future wife and the mother of his child. He planned on marrying her once their evil King meets his final resting place; whether that be in hell or behind bars in Tombstone City. Either way, he’d be out of their lives forever, and unable to hurt them. “Yes?” Felix answered Isabelle before wrapping an arm around her bare midriff. He always felt like putty in her hands whenever she called him bebe. It was her spanish way of calling him baby, or her babe. Which was such a turn on because no one else had ever given him such an endearing nickname. It was always Fox or Lone Wolf, or Feely (which is what Jessica used to call him for being overly-sensitive. It was her way of saying he had too many feelings, which to her - was a turn off). But in Isabelle’s warmth he felt safe from the cruelty of rejection. At least he did now. At Purge, Felix felt like Isabelle didn’t want him anymore. Granted, he might have come on too strong, but she once told him she belonged to him, and that he could take her whenever he wanted. She even offered him her last virginity, in the same way. The latin queen gave herself over to her prince charming completely. So when he needed her and came for her, it felt humiliating getting rejected. It made him wonder if all that building up was just a pretense? However, blaming Isabelle was not something Felix was so ready to do, and so he blamed himself instead. Maybe he came on too strong? Maybe she wasn’t in the mood? She may have been his and their baby’s, but that didn’t mean he could be so presumptuous. There was a certain level of respect that should have been there and while on tentacion, Felix didn’t seem to possess it. 

When Isabelle covered his full, moist lips with her finger, a quiet moan vibrated in the back of his throat followed by the sharing of a mutual kiss that left Felix both lightheaded and warm. “I love you,” he breathed against her mouth before gently sucking on the tip of her tongue and then her bottom lip. As Isabelle whispered she loved him too, and that he didn’t have to explain, he broke their tender kiss to shake his head “no.” Because he wanted to resolve this. He needed them to move forward from it. They had to, right? it was the only way for them to feel completely and utterly comfortable with each other again. “I came on too strong.” Felix apologized softly as she laid his palm across her uncovered stomach. It hurt his heart touching their baby because he let her mommy down. He promised her when he gave her that arrowhead that he would never let her down and he did. He let them both down. He was a failure. Constance was right all along - he was just like his father. This was why he wanted to stay away from booze and drugs. But they were forced on him and he acted like an idiot. “The tentacion was so strong, but it shouldn’t have been stronger than our twin flame. I relented, I caved to the temptation and I shouldn’t have forced myself onto you.” Felix couldn’t get the memory out of his head— him kissing her breasts while taking her top down. He was so horny, he would have done anything for relief, including making Isabelle feel guilty for not reciprocating. “I love you too, dimples. And I love our daughter.” Felix kissed Isabelle once on her lips and then bent down to kiss her tummy, where their daughter was growing. She was going to be beautiful and brave, just like her mama. He just hoped she wouldn’t come out with his emotional handicap. “I feel so awful. I just— I don’t know how to turn it off.” Felix was used to being punished. Isabelle hadn’t punished him yet. So the feelings of remorse lingered. However, if Isabelle looked close enough she’d see that his hands were cut up from beating on his punching bag without proper care. He wanted to hurt— he felt he deserved it. 

As Felix went on to explain, Isabelle curled up in his arms and looked to him, confused. She didn’t recall him coming on too strongly, or forcing himself onto her. That’s not how it happened in her mind. It was a lot to take in, sure. But, Izzy still enjoyed herself and she enjoyed him despite how it might have looked to him in the moment. “You are definitely something, Felix Fox,” Isabelle murmured through her smile after he kissed her lips and then her exposed stomach. His mouth was so gentle and sweet and warm that Izzy moaned inwardly to herself as he sat back up and admitted that he felt awful about that night. Izzy supposed, she didn’t understand because she didn’t see him in any negative light, and definitely not the way he saw himself right now. He was lower than low, mentally. A product, of course, of the mental abuse he endured growing up from Constance. She would always break him down and make him feel inferior. He expected punishment when he stepped out of line because to him, that’s what he’s always been granted. Even with Killian, when the King Reaper felt he was disobedient or insubordinate, he punished him. Sometimes, almost to death.

But, it would never be like that with Isabelle. She didn’t derive any pleasure out of seeing him hurt. And he obviously was right now. Not just emotionally but physically as well, as Isabelle glanced at the anxiously-ridden mannerisms of his hands. His knuckles were bruised, some even scratched and busted up from the relentless beatings to his punching bag. “Let me...” Isabelle begged as she urged Felix to give her his hands. She kiss his bruised knuckles and then his lips again, before talking against them in a soft, drawn-out whisper, “I don’t blame you for anything that happened that night. You ought to know that, bebe. And you have to forgive yourself because I do. It wasn’t your fault. Felix...” Isabelle rasped as she set her legs down and stood back up, though her body was slightly slouched in the confinements of the tight photo booth where she readjusted herself, before straddling his waist and facing him now so that he was forced to look at her. “You did nothing wrong. Are you listening to me? Hey,” Isabelle paused to cup his cheeks, urging him to look up into her eyes as she gently nudged him by lightly thrusting in his lap, “I love you. You trust me, don’t you? If so, close your eyes... and relax. And then tell me, when you’re ready.”

Felix never felt guilty for having a smart-mouthed disposition, but tonight he did as the offended teenager dodged his line of fire by cautiously slipping away. He was clearly intimidated by the taller male’s brass tone and hazel eyes, ablaze. Isabelle had informed Felix that he possessed leadership qualities, people would move mountains for him, but there was nothing impressive about scaring a kid off. That was a despicable talent used by their worst nightmare: Killian Steele – An unruly King, whom they planned to take down for his heinous crimes against his own people.

Feeling somewhat annoyed with himself, Felix looked down to give himself a minute to collect his bearings. He only closed his eyes for a few seconds before he felt someone touch his shoulder. Felix expected to turn around and see the kid he ran off, but what he received instead was so much better. Isabelle’s soft “bebe” filled his stomach with something warm and tingly, followed by the rousing of his heartbeat – pumping faster. The blood his veins were accepting felt sweetened; everything inside him seemed to light right up. His palms were moist as he curled his fingers, stopping himself from embracing her, though he wanted to with every fiber of his being. Isabelle looked amazing, dressed in shades of pale blue. Her tanned stomach and shoulders exposed. Jasmine was a good look on her and also a hilarious reminder of the times he referred to her as the Disney princess. He used to call her “princess” and “jasmine” when they first met because she was spoiled and bratty, and looked like Jasmine. But after getting to know the “real” Isabelle, Felix fell in love with her and didn’t want a day to go by without seeing her dimpled cheek and gorgeous brown eyes.

“Wow—” his lips formed a small circle as he exhaled the air from his cheeks. “You look beautiful, dimples.” His fingers moved lightly to brush the side of her face, tracing over the small dimple she wore like a crown. Felix couldn’t help himself, despite being in a public setting, surrounded by others. A slow smile then touched his tanned features before dropping his hand because they weren’t in a great place (emotionally or physically). Anyone could spot them out in the open and report it back to the King Reaper - that his Fox and his Queen were caught snuggled up under the twinkling lights of a Ferris wheel. 

“Come with me-” Felix reached for the queen’s hand and guided her into a nearby photo booth. They would be able to talk more privately inside, with the curtains closed, shielding them from the public. “It’s weird…hm? How we always end up here? At an amusement park or carnival, on the outs with each other.” Felix tried to smile as if making light of it, but his smile was weak and more sad than anything else. “Look…” he sucked in a breath, clearly nervous. His voice was slightly shaking as he spoke, “–What happened at Purge. I shouldn’t have just…assumed I could…. I was wrong. I feel awful about it. For days, I tried talking to you but, I lost my nerve. I was controlled by my impulses and…it sickens me. I treated you the same way the others did…” as his voice trembled, so did his hands. He was an emotional person when he allowed himself to be. Which, wasn’t very often because Felix didn’t trust anyone with his heart…until he met Isabelle. “I’d understand if you don’t see me the same way you used to.”

A smile touched the corners of her lips as Izzy leaned peacefully into Felix's touch. She missed him more than he realized. And probably more than he could have ever imagined. The distance between them wasn't ideal and if Izzy could have helped it, there never would have been any at all. But, it was hard to get alone time with him. Especially with their unruly King around. And lately, Felix has seemed wound up, like he was walking on eggshells around her. She didn't understand but she tried to, and she was patient because that's what real love required you to be. And according to Isabelle, that's what they had. A real, genuine love. "Where?" Izzy breathed, accepting Felix's hand while at the same time missing the soft, delicate touch of his fingers tracing the dimple in her skin. Izzy got her answer when Felix led her into one of the four photo booths. Izzy climbed inside first, while Felix followed. The space was a little crammed and so to make room, Izzy propped her legs over Felix's lap while he led the conversation and even apologized for what happened at Purge.  While, the sentiment was definitely appreciated, Izzy didn't feel an apology on his part was necessary. She didn't blame him for anything that went on and actually thought that he was upset with her, as opposed to her being upset with him. "Bebe…" Isabelle whispered as she placed her thumb over his lips to silence him. Then afterwards, traced his mouth with her thumb and smiled before leaning in for a slow and sensual kiss. One that ignited the fire in her bones and stomach as she moaned against his lips, "Bebe, it's okay. You don't have to explain, I understand. And I don't think illfully of you. I love you. You know that, right?" While waiting for his response, Izzy brushed the hair blocking her view of his pretty, hazel eyes. She missed them so much. "Is this why you've been so tense? You thought I was upset with you? I'm more upset that I couldn't help you. I wanted to, and I'm sorry I didn't. I don't want you to beat yourself up about this, because I don't. And I love you all the same, if not more. We both do," to emphasize, Izzy took one of Felix’s hands and laid it over her flat stomach, “Hey--” using her other, Izzy cupped his cheek and kissed him again on the lips, “I love you and I’ve missed you, okay?”

It had been a couple of days since Felix’s initiation into the Serpents, per Killian’s request for him to go undercover. Since then, he wasn’t really sure what he was? A Reaper? A Serpent? One thing was certain, he was no longer the lone wolf. Felix had a family and it wasn’t either one of those vicious parties. His family was Isabelle and their little princess, who had yet to be born and grace their lives with her presence. Isabelle was only two months and thankfully with good genes, Isabelle hasn’t yet ballooned. But when that time comes Felix will think Isabelle is even more beautiful than she already is (if that was in even possible). However, the time for that wasn’t celebrated yet because they still had a King to dethrone. 

While Killian Steele remained locked up in the palace, watching a fire with a glass of scotch in hand, Felix slipped out for “serpent business” which was just an excuse for him to go to Hell Fest. Killian has kept Felix at his palace for the past couple of days. He wanted to be closer to him and Isabelle, whom he expected to be nothing more than step-siblings, but that wasn’t the case at all. They had been happily sneaking around with each other for months behind the King’s back. Hence, their growing princess. But recent matters pertaining to his initiation into the serpents had temporarily hindered them from moving forward. 

Dressed as the red hood, Felix pulled up to Hell Fest on his motorcycle and dismounted the bike to get his ticket from the booth. Thinking of Isabelle, Felix’s eyes drifted over to the ferris wheel while still walking. He then nearly bumped into someone and was ready to apologize before realizing who they were. Then he gave a roll of his eyes and shifted his weight onto his back foot, “watch where you’re standing. The line is over there. Not in the walkway.” It was obvious Felix was salty, he wanted to have fun but it was hard for him to put his guard down long enough to embrace the idea. 

Being that they were twin flames, or perhaps because Isabelle was pregnant with his child, but Izzy could sense Felix long before, she drew closer towards the Ferris Wheel. While, it wasn't as romantic as the one they shared on their first date, it still had sentimental value. Izzy followed it and the persistence of the crowds as many college students and young adults enjoyed and flocked towards the festivities. Isabelle was dressed as Jasmine from Aladdin. She wanted something she could pull off while at the same time, something Felix would recognize as he saw her approach. They haven't spoken much since Purge Night. Killian kept them apart and busy, minus the few instances they'd share a meal or two at the palace. There was so much Izzy wanted to catch up on. And she even had a surprise prepared for Felix at the end of the night, which she's been diligently working on for the past couple of days. She was waiting for the right moment to unveil it and depending on how tonight went, he might just get it after they were through with Hell Fest.  To start though, Izzy needed to find him. And she did after half an hour of searching. She caught him giving another bystander lip about watching where they stood. The poor kid, who couldn't be more than 17, dodged out of Felix's way but not before sending him a rude, passing glare. Right away, Izzy could sense that Felix was in a mood. Which should have been expected given the last few days. He wasn't completely avoiding her but he definitely walked around with a chip on his shoulder. One, Izzy was hoping to assuage as she approached him. The top of her head came up to his shoulder which she tapped to get his attention before urging him to turn around. "Bebe?" Isabelle beckoned him softly. She got a sense of deja vu almost, because she felt that same nervous anxiety she had when she approached him at Club Mixx in the Bay River Islands after Felix took off after his initiation into the Reapers. Now he was a serpent, regardless if it being under a false guise. “Is everything okay?”

🔪OPEN :: kitty ft. anyone!!

her reddened eyes began bleeding through the bleach all white (except for the pupil) contacts. though she was blitzed out of her mind from the three hits of concentrated dab, the paler shade of foundation and the surrounding makeup never faltered. still in tacked, she looked more terrifying in the intricate shaded black and purple makeup that seemed touched by a makeup artist than if she did when sober. her head lulled and leaned against the wall. when people came to buy tickets, her words were slowed and deadpanned. only because it was at hellfest and that she was dressed in clown makeup and hair that it seemed creepy beyond belief. however, given any other day, and no one would have second guess that she was transcending to a whole other plane of existence due to smoking too much flower.

“boo,” she drawled with not a drop of enthusiasm. “can i see your wrist band to enter—” kitty kat threw her arm up with little effort, it’s entirety almost feeling too heavy for her to completely lift, “—the ultimate haunted experience of your life??”  

Being that Izzy’s never attended any college-aged soirees, or ghoulish fun like that of Hell Fest, the queen reaper wasn’t sure what to expect. And had it not been for Felix requesting that she meet him there if she could get away, Izzy might not have ever come. However, she did manage to arrive after she escaped the jaws of her other half. That half being the thorn in her side rather than the appropriated stitch to her hip. “My what?” Isabelle looked just as confused as she felt. And now she was holding up the line. She signed her waiver, paid for her tickets but must’ve forgot to collect her wrist band. Go figures, that the one time she ventures out, she can’t even get in to the venue. Which means her costume and efforts getting there, would now go to waste. Izzy had always related to Princess Jasmine hence, her choice of dress. Killian was her Jafar. And Felix was, her very own Aladdin. She wasn’t sure what he arrived as, considering they’ve barely spoken much since their recent fallout at Purge Night. Tonight was supposed to be their moment in helping to mend their discord and now it appears, they might never get their chance. “I... wasn’t given a wrist band. Is it really needed? I don’t intend on participating in any of the attractions. I only came here to meet someone.” After a second look at the other woman, Izzy realized she recognized her. As a reaper, a gunsmith for Killian and a familiar friend. “Per his requests of course. Surely, you can make an exception?”

“And I never wanted to be without you.” he breathed, using his hands on her waist. Isabelle’s dress was skintight, Killian made sure of it when he had it laid out for her to wear. He wanted places only he could touch her. So his hand slid behind the slit going up her waist and behind the back of her dress until his fingers squeezed around the cushions of her ass. “I missed this.” he pleaded against her mouth before drawing her bottom lip between his teeth. When Isabelle’s hands framed his face, he knew she was serious this time around. Instead of pushing him away, she reeled him in closer, sharing her tongue with him and the taste of everything she put in her mouth tonight. He’d be able to tell if she were with someone else. Killian would be able to taste it on her mouth. He had that same talent when it came to her tight, little pussy. If she were giving herself to anyone else. He’d find out and he’d butcher them and make her watch. “Why don’t you take this thing off.” Killian’s fingers crept over her shoulder beneath the straps of her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra because her dress was too showy for one. The whole point was to leave nothing left for the imagination. Killian wanted every guy and girl at The House to hunger for her. It always made the sex that much better knowing everyone wanted what only he could have. After years of not getting what he wanted, it felt good to turn it all around, and make himself a King. 

As Isabelle hummed, letting his fingers fall from the wetness of her thighs, he watched her slowly wrap her red lips around his digits, sucking the juices off quietly. The sight made him miss mouth-fucking her. Especially in front of others. That had become his thing for awhile. Nothing got the King off faster than Isabelle going down on him in the middle of a crowded room. “That was supposed to be mine..” he complained, using his tongue to dampen his lips. In his mind there was no reason for him to doubt her anymore but now he couldn’t taste her…to see if she’s been a good girl. However, with the promise of plenty more to come, Killian followed Isabelle out of his study and into the bedroom. “I trust you as far as I can throw you.” Killian growled playfully as he grabbed at Isabelle’s waist from behind before lifting her up off her feet. He then tossed her into the bed and crawled up over her body, sprawled out beneath him. “Do you trust me?” he asked slowly, his tone low and full of bedroom rasp. He didn’t plan on wearing a condom tonight. Despite the pregnancy scare, he wanted to own her, and that included cumming inside her. “Tonight won’t be like last time. But there was a part of it that I enjoyed.” Killian rolled over onto his back to unzip his pants. His cock was already protruding against the inside of his zipper. 

While undressing on his back, Isabelle slipped out of bed, which concerned Killian into an upright position. “Where are you going?” he questioned with his shirt unbuttoned and his dress pants undone. He thought Isabelle was trying to find another way out of it but was surprised when she grabbed his ties instead. “I get it, Reina. Being locked up in the Skull Room, it brought out your kinky side, did it? Honestly, I always wanted to try bondage. I always thought I was too tame for being a psychopath… I should have been into this years ago.” he laughed, offering his wrists up to her. He did remember a time, not too long ago — it was when Felix first arrived. Killian was fucking Isabelle so hard she started to bleed. But she liked it. At least, she said she did. Maybe he should have taken note of that. “Were you like this with Will?” He knew she wasn’t with Garrett. Isabelle had shared that traumatic story with him and he used it against her by hiring Garrett to do it again. Unfortunately for him, Isabelle killed her little flower stealer alongside Felix. Felix — whom he was still waiting on. “Not being able to see…” Killian’s heart began to race because he didn’t like the dark or being tied up, now that it was happening. It reminded him too much of all the times his father locked him away. “—Wait.” his teeth began to chatter. “Slower. If you’re into this. I’m willing to meet you halfway. But remove your dress first and kiss me. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” 

As Killian vowed that he could only trust her as far as he could throw her, a dark smile crept across her lips. To demonstrate, he hoisted her body off the ground and tossed her down into his bed. It’s been awhile since they’ve had sex here. Usually, Killian opted for someplace more public and uncomfortable or Izzy would sneak them into her old room at the Samson mansion. “I trust you,” Isabelle nodded while whispering against her King’s lips. She was lying through her teeth when the truth was; she could only trust him as far as she could throw him. Which to be honest, wasn’t very far at all. “Mmm?” Isabelle was curious what part of their last encounter he enjoyed. She assumed it was the position he had her in; her ass hiked up in the air while her cheek was buried against the pillows. He promised to not be as rough this time around which, was a start. Not that it really mattered, because Killian wouldn’t get another round or go with her. That was officially over and has been ever since Felix came into the picture. She promised him that no one else would ever have her the way that he does and despite not knowing where they stood at the moment, she intended to keep that promise at all costs.

“Shhh,” Isabelle cooed softly, after collecting a few of his ties. She could sense the panic and worry rising in Killian. All of her distance and celibacy has given him a complex. One, he deserved but could possibly get in the way now if he decided to put her to the test more than was usual. Now wasn’t the time for games or challenges. Aside, from the ones she'd be playing with him. “Hold still,” Izzy instructed as she took each one of Killian’s wrists and tied them to the opposing bed posts, until his arms and body created the letter T formation. The question about Will caught her off guard. However, she did her best to refrain from showing that. “Actually, no. I’ve reserved these kinks solely for you, mi amor. You’ve inspired me to tap into my more wild and untamed desires. And now, I want to show you what I’ve learned and observed. To hopefully make up for the past couple of weeks where I’ve shamefully left you high and dry. That was very unkind of me,” Isabelle assures him with a purr against his lips. After his restraints have been double knotted and tightened, Izzy slipped one last tie over his eyes before climbing out of the bed under the guise of removing her dress. “I’m still here, mi amor. Just need to grab one last thing.” She could tell that he would be anxious and so she made sure to make enough noise close by so he’d know she hadn’t left him. Not that she would... because it’d be like signing her own death sentence. He would kill her, or at the very least torture her.

Before returning to the bed, Izzy plucked a feather off of a fedora hat Killian had stored in his closet but he never wore, as well as the escort Izzy had coached on the way over, before arriving at the palace. She was instructed not to talk for extra money, which she obliged to before she straddled Killian’s waist. She was completely naked, her skin flushed, her pussy shaven, and her breasts full enough that they wouldn’t raise too much suspicion. “I’ll go slow,” Izzy talked to Killian nearby, as she motioned for the escort to start grinding on his stomach and pelvis. She did so cautiously, while Izzy took the feather and drew aimless patterns across Killian’s arms and chest. At the instruction to kiss him, Izzy motioned with her hand for the escort to lean back some. Once she did, Izzy bent forward to kiss Killian’s lips, only opening her mouth for his tongue when she felt it protrude past his lips.

It’s not like he wanted to break up with her. She forced his unruly hand in the matter. He would have liked to rule by her side for all off eternity. The King and Queen of the dead. However, she chose a different path to walk down when she left her throne and his bed to mingle with others and deprive him of any sort of physical warmth. Considering he didn’t need an emotional connection -  physical validation was all he craved. And Isabelle took that away from him. How was she his? How did she belong to him, and him her, if she refused to pamper him with the relief he’d need after a long day of gouging out people’s eyes and sewing their mouths shut? Which was territory Rocco was heading into. Killian thought about it; turning his disobedient detective into a Silent Brother. Maybe he still will.

“If anyone could deceive me, it’s you. Which makes you very dangerous.” the King admitted. He never gave Isabelle such credit before, but times had changed. She was proving herself more deadly than even himself. Killian wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It kind of made him want to wrap his fingers around her small neck and choke her until her eyes pop out. Then fuck her sassed mouth before throwing the rest of her to his hungry shark, or maybe to his dogs, who actually loved the queen far more than they could ever love him. The twin doberman weren’t led by fear, they were influenced by love and compassion and the only person who’d ever shown them a modicum of that, was Izzy. If those beautiful, black, and deadly creatures were to ever see Killian hurting their queen, they’d chew him down to his knees and then rip out his throat with their bare, sharp teeth. He knew that. Which is why they would have to leave after Isabelle. He couldn’t trust them to remain obedient after her absence stretches on. They were already acting weird after she went on vacation. Always waiting by the door and barking whenever a noise could be heard through the house at night. They were waiting for her to visit; and now to come home. But she wouldn’t. Because Killian wasn’t sure he really wanted her back yet. As evil as he was, he didn’t want to cheat on her. He’d remain loyal until she left. Reaper law states: Our betrayal is our death. And though Killian didn’t follow rules, he often followed his own.

“What is this?” Killian asked, his tone softer as Isabelle removed the tumbler from his hand. His groin pulsed when she pushed his tattooed fingers past her the warm, wetness of her lips. God, he missed getting head from that mouth of hers. She never shied away from taking him to the back of her throat and spitting on his bulbous head to get him nice and slick before taking him further until she choked. Killian writhed slightly as his dark eyes watched her slobber around the very digits he used to hold her friend’s head down as he whipped the skin off his back. Isabelle didn’t know about Rocco’s ill fate yet and so as she sucked, that brought a dark sense of pleasure across his face in the form of a shadowy grin. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” he groaned, already stiff behind the zipper of his pants. It had been two months since he relieved himself. He didn’t even bother jerking off, aside from the times he had Isabelle on FaceTime helping him. 

After she let his hand down, he licked his lips while watching her circle the room in the same way he often did; movements which were learned from his bloodthirsty shark, Azrael. Isabelle’s words, like her slow and deliberate treading, were consciously foreboding. She was gearing up to tell him something truly wicked and when she did, his eyes fell shut. There was no rape baby? Isabelle deceived him, yes, but only so he’d invite her back into his life. He should have been livid but instead he was eerily touched by that. It meant she still wanted him; enough to lie and manipulate him in the same way he does her. So then their unfriendly game of chess was officially back on? “The Queen protects the King, at all costs. You’ve only been protecting yourself, reina.” Killian turned around slowly to face her. Her title was back in use on the devil’s tongue. Did this mean he had already forgiven her? Well, it was a start. “I never wanted to get rid of you. I wanted you back by my side, where you rightfully belong. So I sent people to retrieve you, not kill you. I sent Garrett to seduce you, not kill you. I needed to know if you were still being faithful. I’ve tried, reina, so many times to mend our broken way. Garrett, the Jinni’s, Rocco, the General. They came for you because you forced me into a corner. If only you were more open.” to make a point, Killian used his wet fingers between her thighs; not yet under her dress. 

Killian had planned to finger here right then and there as he moved his palm behind the slit in her gown but stopped as she mentioned their last time. He was brutal and unrelenting and yes, she deserved it but maybe he went too far. “I was angry with you after Felix stepped in at the club. And angrier when you tried to stop me again, at your house. I thought I was teaching you a lesson. But I’ve since realized … I was wrong. I treated you like an escort instead of a Queen. I betrayed you, reina. Your time away has shown me that I don’t want to be that person anymore. I don’t want to be my father and I wouldn’t want a child to suffer the horrendous nightmares I do.” He felt relief that she wasn’t pregnant because if she were, he wouldn’t have let it live, he knew that. “When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me she’d never leave, but she did. She left me alone. Well, not alone. She left me with the monster who lived down the hall. My father. The best days of my youth were when I’d find a good enough hiding spot so he couldn’t find me. I’d starve myself for days because…that torture was more inviting than the thought of him finding me. If I made you feel that way…If i forced you into hiding…I’m— I’m so sorry.” he felt his jaw tremble and hated himself for it because he hasn’t trembled since the day he killed his father. And he didn’t want to start now. 

“If you mean it… If you give yourself back to me tonight, I will give myself back to you. The House, the palace, the reapers, revenge against your oppressors…It’ll be yours. If you want Cortez gone, I’ll murder him myself.” Killian needed that. He needed blood on his hands. He wasn’t good with things like, emotions… They drained him and made him feel weak and he hated that more than anything else he could ever hate, including his father. Gratefully, those thoughts of inferiority dissolved as Isabelle scaled his neck with kisses until she was at his ear, nibbling on the skin with a hungry hiss. “You’ve never crossed me.” he groaned with his eyes closed as his hand slid beneath her dress to pull her panties aside. On his fingers were the letters K I L L. The King used his index and ring finger to massage her pussy’s lips to see if she were wet. He needed to make sure she was being genuine this time and not leading him into another cold shower. When Killian later removed his hand, he showed the same two fingers to Isabelle, exposing the letters  I L. “I love…” he whispered, pushing those two fingers into her mouth to suck, like she had before. He wasn’t necessarily saying he loved her. But maybe in time, he could learn what that emotion meant? 

Robin Hood: I let you down. I don't know how to fix this. [unsent]

Robin Hood: I'm all right. You don't have to worry. I'll be home soon.

Dimples: [has a weird feeling of sudden loss or mourning] You'd tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you? [unsent]

Robin Hood: Wasn't I, though? The drugs don't change people, do they? It just takes your guard down? Makes you act on impulse. What if...what if there's a part of me that's ugly like that? I can't live with myself knowing what I did [deleted; unsent]

Robin Hood: I'm fine.

Robin Hood: I love you too, dimples. And princess.

Robin Hood: I'm sorry. [unsent]

Dimples: It doesn't feel like you're fine. [deleted; unsent]

Dimples: You're sure?

Robin Hood: [1:15am] I'm at the Whyte Wyrm. I miss you too

Robin Hood: You're not mad about earlier?

Dimples: [slightly taken aback] Are you okay?