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The black velvet of night was falling over the countryside. Thousands of stars twinkled softly overhead, their light falling on a lone dark figure high above the rest of the world. Hundreds of guests had crowded into the private gardens of a local dignitaries manner; no doubt a Garlean sympathizer. What no one noticed was the Viera assassin perched on the eaves above, watching their every move. Phoebe Venatrix was waiting... her target would arrive soon, she was certain. It had taken years to get to this point between training and seeking the right sources of information. Tonight she would finally seek her revenge.
This was the only chance she would get to make her move, it was now or never. She could see the Imperial carriage arrive, the stately silhouette that stepped out. He was alone, which would make her job all the easier. She crawled across the eaves several stories above the party-goers as they bowed to the Imperial Emperor of Garlemald. This one man, the bringer of chaos and death to so many. The man who ordered her home to be destroyed and her brother taken to gods know where. She could feel the anger roiling inside her. She'd killed many people over the years, but this was personal.
The ballroom had a large glass ceiling making it easier to stalk her prey. She grit her teeth as she watched all of the important Garlean leaders preening and boasting. She was certain there had to be at least a handful of the men who destroyed her village there that very evening. She had to remind herself to loosen her grip on her dagger hilt as she waited above. It was simple enough to spot the man as the crowds seem to part like water wherever he went. The party would most likely go on until the wee hours of the morning as they enjoyed the finer things in life.
She'd overheard the maids earlier that day double-checking that the Emperor's suite would be ready for his arrival. It would be too late and too far for him to attempt the ride back to the palace tonight. She'd broken into the manor earlier that day, scouting the floors to locate the room. She was able to unlock one of the side windows into the dressing room. She'd be able to sneak in after he'd fallen asleep and could finish the job.
Hours passed and she waited, watching them all from above. They drank, danced, ate, and then did it all over again. Her frustration was reaching its boiling point. She thought of the Ala Mhigans who had been removed from their city, living in poverty while they lavished in excess. She thought of the faces of her people as she burned them on their funeral pyre, all because of these... monsters. How she would enjoy relieving this man of his lifeblood. The great Solus zos Galvus would be no longer. Then she would go after his heirs, one by one until there was no one left to claim the emperor's throne. Garlemald would crumble without its leaders; the power vacuum would destroy it from the inside out.
Finally, the Emperor was ready to retire to his guest room. She could feel the fire in her eyes as she stared down through the glass as he ascended the grand staircase. For a moment he paused, slowly looking upwards. It was as if he could see her standing there, and he...smiled? She recoiled back away from the window. No... it had to be a coincidence. There's no way someone could see her from that high up in pure darkness. She couldn't lose her focus; her goal was in sight. He needed to die now. She scaled down the wall she'd previously marked for location, dropping down to a small decorative balcony outside the window she'd unlocked. She had a perfect view of the bedroom windows and saw as the candlelight flickered on as the Emperor's man in waiting prepared the room for him.
Phoebe ducked down, hugging the wall to her back as she could hear he'd entered the dressing room to change. She could hear the muffled discussions between the man and his servant, reviewing schedules for the next day and what he would wear. Finally, the servant bid his master good night and left the suite. She waited, legs aching to stand from her crouched position. Everything had to be timed right. She knew there would be guards posted outside the entrance, if he called to them she'd be caught. She knew she must bide her time.
She was sure at least an hour had passed by when she pushed gently on the unlocked window. It shifted and she opened it enough to climb inside. It was pitch black in the dressing room, and no light was shining under the threshold she'd need to go through. She pressed a long ear to the tall wooden door; everything was quiet on the other side. She twisted the doorknob slowly, making sure to minimize as much noise as possible. It swung open silently, and she crawled across the rich carpets over to the bed. Staying low to the ground, she unsheathed her dagger and prepared to attack. She held her breath as she peered over the edge of the bed at the sleeping Emperor. She rose to her feet and struck... or rather tried to. A single 'snap' was heard as her hand started to fall, freezing her in place.
She tried to move, to run.... none of her muscles responded to her commands. Her mind filled with panic, was this some kind of magic defense system? Garleans didn't possess magic of their own, magitek then? There was no escaping this time.
"Oh dear.... whatever are you to do?" she heard a smokey voice call from the darkness, "poor little assassin, thinks she can just walk right in and kill the Garlean Emperor? You're either brave or very, very stupid."
The instant flicker of every candle in the room lighting caught her off guard. She frantically tried to look around, to see the owner of the voice from behind. The bed in front of her was empty; it must have been a decoy. Then the person behind her was... Solus zos Galvus, Emperor of all Garlemald. Her sworn enemy.
She could hear the heavy footfalls circling her, coming up to the very front. This wasn't him, was it? The man in front of her looked years younger than the one she'd seen at the party. Who was this? Her eyes must have conveyed her questions as he started to chuckle.
"Surprised you didn't find a frail old man to stab in his bed while he slept? So sorry to disappoint you. I am rather put out by the way, I do enjoy my naps. Now, let's pull off that hood and see the person who is ready to die for their cause," he said as he ripped her hood and mask off in one sweep of a hand. At first, he looked surprised as if he recognized her somehow, a wicked slow smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Oh my, my. Of all the people that would try to come to kill me.... of course, it would be you. Still mad at me after all this time, my darling?" he emphasized the pet name as he reached forward to cup her cheek. Sweat began to trickle down the back of her neck, this was not going well. Why was he talking to her like this? Was he mad?
"It's been so many years since I've seen your sundered form and I have to say, this one you'd have loved the most. You always did have a fondness for the long-eared creatures, didn't you?" he said as his hand ran up to stroke one of her ears. She felt her body try to shiver, still unable from whatever strange magic was going on. Was it from revulsion... or something else? Something inside her yearned for this.... stranger. How was he doing this to her? He grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head up to look at him. That wide malicious smile was still across his face as he leaned in closer, their lips almost brushing.
"Come now Persephone, have you nothing to say to your husband?" he asked her, as a strange red marking lit up his face. At first, she only felt fear running through her veins, who was this person he thought she was? That feeling was replaced with a warm sensation, like two halves being joined whole. It was as if she were seeing him for who he really was, and yet... it was still out of reach.
"H...Ha........Who are you?" she found her tongue slowly began to unlock from its invisible prison. The light in his eyes dimmed as she asked her question as if he'd expected a different answer.
"How is this shard of you still no different? Rejoined so many times and yet..." he sighed, "I will complete you one day, and bring you back to me. For now, this will have to do."
He closed the gap between the two, sealing his lips to hers. There was no hesitation from her as if her body was in command by another as she returned the passionate kiss. As they broke apart, he left her completely breathless. She craved more; all of him. As if it were the most natural thing she'd been searching for her entire life. Any lover she'd ever had was completely forgotten in that very moment as she was assaulted with emotions from some otherworldly source. She came here to kill this man and now? All she wanted was for him to hold her, caress her and never let go. A name slipped from her lips that she'd never heard before as she stared into his golden eyes.
"Hades... my love," the voice sounded like her, and yet it wasn't. His face softened as he pulled her into his wide chest, crushing her to him. When he released her from his arms, she was again pulled into another kiss, tongues dancing together as hands wandered across the other's body.
He was her sworn enemy though, she tried to remind herself. It didn't seem to matter, as something or someone took over her. There was nothing left to do but give up and let this Persephone have her way. As soon as Phoebe mentally let go, she could feel their minds join as one. She WAS Persephone! Her hands went straight to his loose button-up shirt. Grabbing it by the edges, she pulled, popping buttons off in every direction. She ran her fingers up and down the planes of his chest, leaning in to leave red prints of kisses across it. She worked her way up to his throat, nibbling on the skin as she pushed his collar aside. His shoulders now bare, she bit down on the soft flesh just below his neck. He hissed and she lapped at the red marked area gently with a swirling tongue.
"Oh my darling, I have missed you so. This won't last long I'm afraid. I suppose we should make the best of the time we have, hmm?" he crooned in her ear, nuzzling the top of her head. He gently pulled her away, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. He smiled softly at her, and then like a wolf stalking its prey, he pounced. His mouth encompassed hers, teeth biting her lower lip and tongue dancing with her own. His hands were up in her hair, the pads of his fingers pushing her in as close as possible.
"Hades please, don't make me wait any longer," her voice pleaded for him to make his advance. He grinned, lifting one hand in the air and snapping. Her clothes were instantly gone, leaving her bare in the cool night air. His hands moved to her back, lightly tracing the outline of her spine. She shivered as the sensation stirred something inside of her; some primal need that wanted to be sated by him. She pushed the remains of his shirt down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. She reached for the button of his pants, which he blocked her from quickly.
"Oh no, my dear. You know my rules," he smiled, golden eyes flashing as he flipped her around. She gasped as he pressed her against one of the giant windows facing out towards the large gardens below. Anyone could walk by and see them in this compromising position. It was dangerous and they both were feeding off of it. He leaned his body against hers, the cold of the glass against her breasts making them stiff. She could feel his fingers caressing the backs of her thighs and then reaching up to squeeze the plump flesh of her ass. She felt a slight pressure as he spread her legs. A slow swipe of a single finger to her folds brought a low moan to her throat.
"My my," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear, "so wet already? I've barely begun."
A sharp smack to her ass caused her to gasp, fog building on the window next to her. He was back at her folds again, stroking and slipping one finger into her core's entrance. He'd never go in far enough to satisfy but just to tease. She tried to grind back against him, only to have another sharp smack resound on the other cheek of her backside.
"Naughty Persephone, did I say you could enjoy yourself?" he twisted her to face him, taking both breasts in his hands, massaging them, and bending to kiss and lick each nipple. She arched her back to push her chest out as far as she could. She moaned as ran the tip of his tongue around the underside of each bosom. He stopped quickly after that kneeling down and pinning her wrists to the glass behind her.
"How does it make you feel? Bringing a mighty emperor to his knees for his one goddess," he growled as he leaned in, kissing the front of each thigh and then planting his lips to her mound. She inhaled sharply as she felt his tongue swirl around the sensitive bundle of nerves he focused on. She could feel her legs start to quiver from pleasure as he was sucking and licking her clit over and over. He released her wrists, reaching back to sink his fingernails into plump flesh as he pushed her hips forward. Her hands were woven into his hair, stroking and pulling ever so slightly. The sensation of his tongue was beginning to become too much to handle; her sensitivity was at a high and her hips were demanding to grind against his face. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up in front of her.
"Oh, I'm sorry my dear.... were you close to finishing? That's a shame," he said with a wicked grin.
"PLEASE HADES!" her voice was exasperated as Persephone pleaded with him to keep going.
"Dearest, you're dripping on the carpet. Do try to control your lust for me."
She groaned as she stepped forward, hands back to the button on his pants. This time he let her undo it, and she slid them down over his hips. His smallclothes barely hid his sizeable erection. She palmed it through the clothing, squeezing gently to test his reaction. When he hissed at the sensation, she grabbed the top of his small clothes and pulled them around his ankles. She used her full weight against him to throw him onto the plush bed. She pinned his legs in a straddle while wrapping her hands around his length. She squeezed gently and pumped her hand up and down his cock. Hades hummed his approval as she worked him over. She bent forward to kiss the tip, rubbing her plush lips against it before opening her mouth. The tip of her tongue flicked against the underside of the head, making him hiss as the sensitivity. She nibbled lightly up and down the shaft as locked eyes with him. Then she closed her mouth around the end, sucking on it and rubbing it with her tongue. Taking him in further, she bobbed her head up and down as the tip rubbed the back of her throat.
Hades made a frustrated sound and then yelled, "ENOUGH!"
She sat up, looking deep into his golden eyes for what could have caused his outburst. He motioned for her to release him, and she rolled off to the side. He was immediately on his feet and pulling her to the edge of the large bed. He turned her over onto her stomach, forcing her ass up in the air. He spread her core with his fingers, then lined the tip of his cock up with her entrance. He snapped his hips forward and slid in until he was completely sheathed. She yelped at the instant full feeling, a mixture of pleasure and pain as her walls stretched to allow him in. Fingertips dug into the skin over her hips hard enough there would be bruises there the next day. He continued at a murdering pace as she cried out in bliss. Snaking her own hand between her legs, she began massaging her clit. An unexpected smack across her backside caught her by surprise.
"I think not, dearest. Only I can bring you to your high tonight; you may pleasure yourself when I'm not around," he moved her hand away, replacing it with his own. She half-turned to see him out of the corner of her eye, lifting her finger to lick the taste of her own juices away. He pressed firmly onto her bud, making her arch her back as the fire in her core burned like never before. She was reaching the top of the hill now, the build-up was making her body sing. Hands clenched into the sheets as her orgasm ripped through her; screaming into the night as she came around him, walls squeezing against his length. She could hear Hades was nearly there, his gasps and punishing pace became sporadic as he watched her fall apart.
Hades’ released into her with a groan, squeezing an arm around her waist. He rested on top of her for a moment, then left a trail of kisses on her back. He stood and pulled himself out; she hissed at the loss of him. A river of seed and her wetness dripped down her thighs and Hades snapped a warm towel into existence. He gently wiped her clean of the mess, and then reached under her stomach to pull her to him.
Persephone crooned as he stroked her face, peppering her with kisses. She curled into his side, tucking her head into the hollow of Hades’ throat. This is where she belonged; who she belonged with. How had she forgotten him for so long? She sighed, eyes now heavy with sleep as she settled into the deep feather bed. Hades’ was wide awake as he watched his beloved falling asleep in her weakened form. When she’d wake, she’d be back to her sundered mind and forget about him completely. The only remaining memory of him would be of the cruel emperor that she failed to kill. He held her tightly, whispering promises to her of the future he was preparing for her return.
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Phoebe woke up the next morning, somehow in her apartment in Limsa Lominsa. She glanced around the room, the streaming sunlight blinding her as her eyes adjusted. Had she been there the entire time? Was everything a dream after all? It had all felt so real. She felt her face blush as she recalled the heated moments shared with the emperor. What in the hells had that been all about? Thank the twelve no one else ever had to know about what had happened. She swung her legs out of the bed, standing up and noting she was completely naked. Had she been drinking again? She shrugged, walking across the room to grab her clothes that were neatly folded on the seat of a chair. A singular red rose sat atop them with a tag reading “For my dearest. I hope you enjoyed your revenge last night as much as I did”.
It was all just a dream….. wasn’t it???