Out of Place

Silently a panel in the wall slid open. Marcus Hamilton quietly entered the room. Staying in the shadows, so he could observe the Lab's only other occupant, Illyria. After a few moments his lip curled into a smirk, knowing that for the time being, his presence has gone unnoticed. Marcus watched intently as the once great hell god drifted though the room; lost in residual memories, echoes of the life that had inhabited the body before its possession.

Illyria ran her hand over the counter top, pausing briefly as her fingers brushed over a specimen dish. Her eyes fleetingly scanned the various items spread out across the counter. She closed her eyes, the expression on her face impassive. Suddenly her eyes open and she slammed her palm flat on the counter. Causing a ripple wave to radiate out from the deep dent from her strike in the stainless steel counter, leaving a trail of fine web like cracks over the surface, knocking over some test tubes. Then she swept her arm over the surface, smashing the equipment and knocking most of the items to the floor.

"Not finding this new world to your liking, Illyria." Marcus walked to the counter, standing a few feet from Illyria. "Or maybe; you are finding that you have no place in this new age."

"Creature" She acknowledged his presence, but never looked at him. She leaned towards the counter, watching as the liquid from the smashed beakers dripped to the floor. "This room unsettles me."

"This was your host's lab. She spent many hours working in here." Marcus answered with a low husky tone, as he inched closer to the distracted old one; until he was almost pressed up against her. She straitened her back finding it lightly pressed in to his chest.

"This body has no memory of you." Illyria spun around. Her chilling blue eyes gazed into his equally cold ones, questionably. She placed her hand on his chest ready to push him away. His eyes never left hers, as he answered.

"I never had the pleasure of knowing Miss. Birkle." Marcus gently grabbed her wrist, removing her hand from his chest and moving it to her side. Caressing her wrist and the palm of her hand with his thumb, as he stepped forward forcing her against the counter. “My understanding is that she was a dedicated, compassionate, and reasonable young woman.” He moved his other hand to her face, his thumb rubbing over her lips, coming to resting on her right cheek.

“What do you think you are doing?” She asked quietly her normal cold tone, gone.

“Your kingdom is lost. Your army is dust. You are out of place in this world.” Marcus let go of her wrist, and begin caressing her left hip. “Swear loyalty to the senior partners. Give them your strength in the conflicts to come, and they will see to it that you rule” He leaned his head forward and smirked “With their guidance, of course.”

“Remove your...” Illyria tried to free herself from his hold. He gripped her hip tightly, and slid his other hand through her hair to cup the back of her head and neck. Tilting her head slightly back as he moved his lips closer to hers.

“Just let go,” Marcus whispered as he placed his mouth over hers kissing her briefly, before his lips moved to her neck. Illyria unsure of the sensation her body was experiencing, closed her eyes and grabbed the counter. Moaning softly as he kissed her neck trailing his lips along her jaw towards her ear. “Aid the senior partners. Lend them your power, submit to their will.” He whispered while nibbling on her ear. "And regain some of your former glory.” Marcus moved his hand down from her neck, his fingers outlining the panels of her leather body armor down her chest his wandering hand coming to rest at her waist. “This offer will only be made once."

Illyria's eyes opened suddenly, as he lifted her up setting her on the edge of the steel counter. Pressing himself forward, as he grabbed the back of her head, slamming his lips into her in a brutal kiss. His tongue thrust against her lips seeking entrance. His free hand rubbing her covered breast. A puzzling sensation began slowly bubbling deep within Illyria. Causing her to moan, allowing his tongue to gain access. Plundering her mouth, as his hands slid down her neck to the collar of her body armor slipping his fingers between the leather and her skin. He quickly pulled rending the armor from her chest to the apex of her thighs. His hands roaming over her newly exposed skin. Illyria found herself mimicking his caresses, her hands tentatively touching his chest and stomach, her nails occasionally snagging on his shirt. Marcus moved from her mouth to nibble on her neck, he had never really expected her to actively participate and almost smiled surprised by Illyria's actions. His one hand molded her breast, as the other moved between her legs. His finger traced outer folds before his finger slipped in, finding the nubbin of flesh, and pressing it firmly causing a spark of sensation shooting throughout her body. Marcus slid his fingers farther down, probing her entrance.

“What is this.” She questioned as she felt his fingers enter her. He smirked as her body rocked against his fingers with need. “Please” She whispered pleadingly, as his fingers left her slick channel. “Make this feeling... cease.” Illyria tensed with uncertainty, part of her wanted to pound him into a puddle of bloody goo, but deep within her something craved his actions.

“As you wish” Marcus replied in a ragged tone, he quickly took down his pants and moved her legs around his waist spreading her thighs and thrust into her forcefully. Her back arched and her head flung back, screaming as the unknown sensation coursed through her body at his intrusion. He took advantage of her exposed neck and begin kissing, sucking and nibbling his way down to her breast. He bit savagely into one of her pert nipple, causing her to scream as she grabbed ahold of his jacket fisting the material in her hands, twisting and pulling roughly, shredding his jacket and shirt.

“More.” She moaned as she tightened her legs around his waist, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. He obeyed and began thrusting harder causing the cabinet to creak, from the force of his thrusts, until the steel cabinet jerked in time with his movement. Illyria body was lost in she felt a coil of pressure twist tightly deep within. She watched him with a strange fascination, his expression of pained pleasure. His grip on her thighs tightening as his movements became more fevered, as his peak approached.

Her fingers dug hard into his shoulders and Marcus slammed his hips into hers, harder and harder as she felt the coil that had been building inside of her snap. Her body exploded in rush of pleasure, as it rushed throughout her causing her walls to grip him tightly sending him over the edge as well, roaring his climax. Marcus rested his forehead against hers for a few moments as he caught his breath. After a few minutes; He moved slightly away from her. She looked away, her sweat soaked hair covering her face. “Do you accept?” His voice was deep, with a smug satisfaction, she turned her head to face him, tilting it slightly as she brushed her hair away from her eyes.

“No.” She suddenly backhanded him across the mouth knocking him to the floor, halfway across the room. She watched him smugly his body tensed with rage, from her perch before she spoke again, the contempt rich in her voice. "The senior partners were nothing but toddlers, begging for scraps of attention from their father at the height of my reign. They are beneath me." Illyria slid down from the counter. "I will never assist them in their infantile plans. Their fate is of no concern to me." She turned away from him, walking towards the door and continued. "This act will not change that." Illyria waved her hand over her body mending her shredded armor returning it to normal and left.

Marcus rose from the floor mumbling a spell to repair the damage to his suit. He walked to the secret door he had used to enter the lab, pausing to examine his refection in specimen case glass. "Your fate is sealed, old one." Marcus straightened his tie, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smirked. "I have seen to that."

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