Hell's White Queen

Her nobles shall be no more, nor shall kings be proclaimed there; all her princes are gone. Her castles shall be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She shall become an abode for jackals and a haunt for ostriches. Wildcats...

[the-rebel-you-know]

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[whitequeenofhell]

“A cruel woman would leave you tied up and without a proper spanking. Maybe she’d just send you to your room without supper. Do you think I am that cruel, darling?” She asked, whacking the hair brush against her palm, the sound a loud CRACK in the room.

“Your answer will determine the right punishment for you.”

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[whitequeenofhell]

“Isn’t this where you say ‘please may I have another?’“ She smirked, handcuffing his hands behind his back. There would be no escape for him, not until she was finished with his corporeal punishment.

“I thought you devised a new system in Hell to keep the masochists from enjoying their time here? Hypocrites should be punished.”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

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[two-fingers-of-craig]

“You tease…”

[whitequeenofhell]

“You love that about me. It keeps you on your toes.”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

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[two-fingers-of-craig]

“By all means, love. Please continue.”

[whitequeenofhell]

“Oh but you said that flattery gets me nowhere. Maybe I should give up?”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

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“Flattery will get you nowhere, but please, continue.”

[whitequeenofhell]

“You haven’t even heard the best of my flattery.”

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[whitequeenofhell]

“You wish you were that pathetic.” She said, smacking his knuckles sharply with the hair brush. She flipped his hands, facing his wrists up. Another rap on his hands and she grabbed the handcuffs.

“You will be when I’m done with you.”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

“Tybalt ate my bloody slippers!” He growled, holding the shredded footwear in one hand and a very guilty hell-pup under his other arm. “All the bones and guts he can nibble on and play with, and he chooses my slippers.”

[whitequeenofhell]

“He has excellent taste,” Lilith said from her place on the bed. Juliet looked up at the sound of Tybalt squirming. She gave a small growl, reprimanding him as Lilith laughed at the situation. “Maybe he’s gotten sick of the taste of sycophants and cowards?”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

Having your mortal wife back or having me back.

“Oh, come on! That’s hardly fair!”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

He sighed, defeated. “You, always, my love. She was good when she was, but I think you and I both know that my interests have shifted and my tastes have matured since then.”

[whitequeenofhell]

She gave him a knowing smile, a surge of triumph coursing through her. “Do you ever miss your mortal life?” Having him admit one truth was never enough. She enjoyed being showered with his attention and love. After denying herself from fully accepting his heart (in the hopes Lucifer would finally accept her as she wanted), she was greedy to have everything.

“Do you remember that night in the crossroads. You became a better man that night.”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

Having your mortal wife back or having me back.

“Oh, come on! That’s hardly fair!”

[whitequeenofhell]

“I have never claimed to be fair. What’s the answer?”

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[whitequeenofhell]

She grabbed the hairbrush from him, chuckling as he bemoaned his poor state. Clearly he wasn’t about to accept the kind treatment and complaints made him a naughty boy. She grinned at him, even as she directed him, “Hold out your wrists.”

He’d get a swat to begin with before she moved on to a full spanking. He needed a taste of what was in store.

[two-fingers-of-craig]

He gave her a look; something soft and meaningful and meant only for her and saved for only the private moments between them. His hand raised and stretched out to her in an invitation.  “I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

[whitequeenofhell]

Comforted, Lilith accepted his hand and drew closer to him, wrapping her free arm about his neck. Gently, she rested her head against him, allowing the rest of her fears to be soothed and washed away.

“Good. I need my King.”

[two-fingers-of-craig]

Crowley tilted his head back for a moment, his jaw cocking itself slightly as though he were praying for patience with his lover. He hated it when she got demanding, but he loved it when she got demanding. After a moment, he relented, a small sigh rushing past his lips as his jaw loosened.  “I love you.”

The last thing he wanted at that moment was another fight.

[whitequeenofhell]

Considering the lives the two of them shared, the rejection and pain their parents caused them, she didn’t hesitate to demand affection from him. It may be needy and weak (both things she hated in herself), but he was the only one she felt comfortable displaying this side of herself with. He might judge her, but he never let it show.

“Don’t make me doubt it.” It seemed like a command, but it was more of a plea, in her own Lilith-y way.

[two-fingers-of-craig]

His brows furrowed, taken aback by her question. “Nothing’s changed!” Crowley’s shoulders squared reflexively, gearing for what raised voices between them usually meant.

[whitequeenofhell]

“Then say it to me. Three little words that you’ve said before. Prove me wrong.” She kept her voice level, calm for the moment. So far things were civil between them, but she braced herself for a sudden change.

[two-fingers-of-craig]

He faltered for a moment. His mouth moving with vague noises that sounded like the beginnings of failed sentences before he pursed his lips and sighed, with an almost pleading expression that begged her not to make him do it.

[whitequeenofhell]

She was never one to make things easy for him. Some of their largest fights were due to their stubborn nature and their inability to back down. She crossed her arms, “When did it change?”

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[whitequeenofhell]

She eyed the toys with a growing smile, holding and examining each one that he pulled out. The syringe was interesting, but it brought back too many negative memories of what happened to Crowley. He had enough human blood in him, she had no desire to put anymore in and risk him being cured.

The knife was intriguing, but if she wanted bloodplay, she’d use her own nails. It was the handcuffs she settled on, unclasping them and holding it out to him. “You realize these are for naughty boys and you seem to think you are not one. How did you put it? ‘You have purr in your fur?’“

"Liar” - Lilith

[two-fingers-of-craig]

[whitequeenofhell]

“Look me in the eye and say it.”

[the-rebel-you-know]

“Trying to scare me off? You’re not doing it right. Pain is one of the perks, dove, I can handle it. Or maybe….” 

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[whitequeenofhell]

“You always did have a fondness for pain, darling. I assume that is one of the reasons I have had so much appeal...” her words died as he leaned close, whispering such beautiful, wicked words in her ear.

She shivered, feeling that familiar pull towards him that she had from the beginning. He knew exactly what to say and how to curl her toes with just a murmur of his voice.

“A king has always needed a queen. For all the power you hold over me, I seem to equally hold the same over you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t go so weak in the knees every time you see me.”