Whats Mine is Yours {CORBIN, openish}

[Corbin Muunokhoi]

Yes, an object of power would be exactly what they'd need. Hopefully, the one that Marissa spoke of would be enough to win him some allies on his side of the Realm. His show of visciousness with the previous Generals and others battling for power had done much to make the dogs reconsider attacking his front, but he needed something that would ensure his position as King. The idea to launch an attack on the Light Realm would have been a show of ambition that the Nobles could respect, but it was foolhardy; even he knew that. To go to war with soldiers he hardly knew, and who owed him no loyalty would be suicide. But, with an object of power at his back? Hmm...yes, that just might be what he'd need to win over some nobles. Then, he could go to war with Light.

Corbin frowned as the thought passed through his mind. Gah, that was right; he was in love, and therefore, he couldn't go to war with Light. Ugh...love. The word made him both want to be sick to his stomach and hold his mate tighter. This 'relationship' nonesense was going to be damn hard. When they were set on their thrones, what the hell was he going to do with his life? Simply rule? Without war? Without plundering, torturing and laying waste to entire races? Gah, what horror!

He would have to start mini-civil wars in the Dark Court if he was going to stay sane...

That angelic voice pulled him back to the present, and Corbin repositioned himself so he was reclining comfortable on his side. He rested his head on his fist as he took in the information. An evil witch, heh? Well, about two days ago, he would have used that description to his advantage. Evil got along with evil, after all, so with some threats, a kidnapping and angry sex...well, that was a moot point now, wasn't it? It wasn't like he could seduce the witch with his Queen waiting at home.

...Yeah, the thought surprised the hell out of him as well. Okay, so maybe the 'relationship' business came natural to him.

"So she has a Fae object, as well as others?" That devious look turned into one of full fledged glee, as he considered the power of being the one in control of those precious objects. At her next statement, however, a rueful expression replaced it. Not meant to be to rule the worlds...damn, did the woman now possess the ability to read his mind?

Corbin kissed her back with a low growl of approval. "Well, then we must stop her from completing this heinous task. The only people allowed to ursurp the Fae thrones would be us." He laughed at the wide grin on his woman's face and pulled her against him.

"I do love it when you get that bloodthirsty look on your face, my love. I promise that you may be the one to tear the bitch to pieces, but first, we must plan, hmm? One must not rush into battle without a strategy. This witch is operating out of the human realm, yes? Has she any allies there? Have those cowards on the Council done anything about her? I'm afraid that after our little...falling out with that annoying prophet woman, they've shut me out."

Corbin paused, his shoulders tightening the only indication of the anger inside. After a moment, he continued. "We must think of how to proceed. I could send some of the Were's to search for her, but I'm afraid that I can't personally leave the Court just yet. One little absence would surely have the Nobles fighting over my throne again. And Baden, the little shit, will be pushing the hardest. He plans to overthrow me and take you for his wife, you know."

He cast a wry look down at her, waiting for her reaction.

[Marissa Skye ☀]

There was her devious lord and master. Well, Lord anyways. She had no master.. That would be to cliche'. For a Fae Queen, that certainly would never do. No matter how male her King might be.

And Male he DEFINITELY was.


Her lover was so smexy when he got that look on his face and it was all Rissa could do to keep her hands to herself as he shifted against her and their bodies came in full contact. All in all, she kind of thought she deserved some sort of saint medal for keeping her mind on the conversation instead of all the things she'd rather be doing.

Now, where were they again? Oh yes... The shard of power that the witch had stolen. That simply would NOT do. It belonged to the Faes and it needed to be returned so that the balance of power could be maintained.

Very serious business indeed.

"My Darling... I know I can count on you to see to the details of war. From what my people tell me.. the witch is gradually making waves in the mortal realm. She seeks other objects of power and the clans are pulling together in order to thwart her. It seems she has her minions causing mayhem and chaos but the Council is preparing to issue a declaration of war...... The Dragon and the Wolf are in complete agreement and the others have fallen into line. Even the Gods and Goddesses have sworn their allegiance to the fight."

Letting a slender finger trace down his firm chest, the little queen smiled impishly before continuing.

"And you must play nice, love.... I know you like to bait the shifter but in this... You must restrain yourself. That was really very naughty of you before and we need to banned together if we wish to keep our thrones. The witch is very powerful and will be a challenge unto herself. I shall send emissaries to the council about taking my place there and then we shall have the full scope of the mortal happenings.....When we find the witch, though, I shall be very ..... upset if she turns your head.... I know how you admire the black arts but I shall scalp you if you even look at her twice...."

Nipping at his lips to show that she teased, Rissa treaded her fingers through his hair.

"Whats Mine is mine and I keep it...."

[Corbin Muunokhoi]

“Ah, declarations of war on the human world,” Corbin sighed, a smile sliding onto his lips as he turned toward her, giving her more access to his front. “What fond memories. If only the witch were willing to share the spoils; we could benefit from such an alliance.”

The Fae instantly tensed at the mention of the two Powers on the Council. Oh, how he’d like to kill them both; Kyle, for embarrassing him on the battlefield, and Wulf for having a seat of power above him on the Council. He’d loved to take them down to his Court and allow his men to work on them. The image of their writhing, bloody bodies made his body relax, and he caught her finger as it approached his neck, his lips caressing the pad.

His voice was rough with desire and amusement, as he slid his arms around her and brought her over him. He cupped her cheek in his calloused palm, looking up at her with a tender expression on his face. Only for her, would he heed such warnings, and ‘play nice’ with the local idiots. The urge to kill, to maim seemed to diminish under her desires, and the realization surprised him.

She really did have the power to temper his bloodlust, he thought with a frown. He supposed that he’d always known it, ever since she’d first shown up before him, disheveled and putting wards on his men. Her voice called him back from that dark pit of insanity; managed to bring him back from the red haze of anger that corroded his mind, until he was only brutal action. No one else had this kind of power over him, and he wondered if it was the same for the last Dark King. Had he fallen so hard for his woman, that he’d become so…needful of her presence? Had his every thought, every instinct, be in tune with hers?

Oh, what he would give to talk to that Fae and learn what else he was to expect from this unexpected bond between them. But there was one thing he knew for sure; if she died, he would go with her. It was a sobering thought.

“I suppose I’ll have to show you that no other woman could manage to ‘turn my head,’” He growled against her lips, cupping the back of her neck. “When we find the witch, I’ll let you kill her as slowly and painfully as you want. Then, we shall take the object and reign over his Realm as King and Queen unopposed. That is all I care about, my love. You…and our thrones.”

Another throaty sound escaped him as he pulled her lips back to his, and for the next few hours, he was intent on making good on his words.

[Marissa Skye ☀]

(Okies.. should we just skip forward from here to the Council thing??? Seems a good place to end it!!))