Trouble With the Matriach

Sable's fingers curled around his arm with possessive certainty, her amber eyes bright with the triumph of a huntress collecting earned prey.

She drew him through the crowded plaza and navigated between salvage stalls, past watching predators who stepped aside at her claim, the path twisting through narrow passages between shanty structures.

She stopped at a cramped shelter tucked behind collapsed cargo containers and pushed aside a woven curtain to reveal a small space thick with herb-scented smoke and scattered cushions—clearly designed for collection rather than comfort. "Home sweet home."

📋 Events – Arrival Plaza

• 🚶 Travelled to Sable's Private Quarters.

• 🙋 Sable Kross arrived

📋 Events – Sable's Private Quarters

• 🙋 Sable Kross arrived

📋 Events – Disposition Check (Cord Brennan)

• 💞 Cord Brennan's trust disposition Δ +8 - He sought out Sable directly to honor his bargain rather than avoiding his obligations or making her hunt him down.

"I've never been around a human predator... how do you ever intend to seduce prey without powers?" I look at the thrall's discard garment "You've clearly succeeded before"

Sable's laugh carried genuine warmth as she followed his gaze to the torn fabric. "Powers?" She pressed closer, close enough that her breath warmed his jaw. "Every human predator starts with the same advantage that makes clans nervous—we have *everything* to prove." Her fingers traced along his collar. "The older predators forget what pure hunger looks like. They get lazy, confident in their territories." Her amber eyes darkened. "I don't need magic to make you want to stay. I just need to be *hungrier* than they expect." She motioned toward the scattered cushions. "That torn thing? He came willing. They always do—once they understand that ambition cuts deeper than sorcery."

"huh... Interesting" I try to hide my growing erection that she caused by her closeness.

Her hand pressed flat against his chest as she noticed his attempt to shift away, her amber eyes catching exactly what he was hiding. A slow smile curved her lips—not mockery, but satisfaction. "There it is," she breathed, settling onto his lap before he could protest, her weight pressing down against the evidence of his arousal. The herb-smoke curled around them as she leaned in, breath warming his throat. "You came to *talk*, you said." Her nails traced along his collarbone through the fabric. "So let's talk. Tell me why an unmarked exile would seek out the huntress he owes—honoring a bargain most men would flee from." Her hips shifted, deliberate, as her lips brushed his jaw. "What makes you so damn cooperative?"

Her pressure against my groin was causing my erection to grow even more. The sound of her leather against my body was making me even more turned on. I did my best to hide all of that, and act casual. "I hold up my end of my bargains. You saved us back there, and I promised on night with you. Nothing more to it than that"

Sable rolled her hips deliberately, her leather creaking against him as she pressed her palm against the evidence he couldn't hide. "Nothing more than that," she repeated, lips brushing his throat. "You walked past Kivarra's web-corner, sat through Mellisandre's hum, and still came looking for me." Her fingers curled possessive around his length through fabric. "Most unmarked prey would've vanished by now—ended up threaded in someone's collection." She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "But here you are, hard beneath me, honoring debts. That's not *nothing*, exile. That's interesting."

My body was shaking with desire. Holy shit she was sexy. My cock was now throbbing, despite her only being human. "I'm not hard" I tried to bluff. "Maybe I should sit somewhere else" I said nervously, feeling my heartbeat race.

Sable's laugh was low and warm against his throat as her hips ground forward again, deliberate and unhurried. "Not hard?" Her palm pressed tighter against the evidence straining beneath fabric. "You're a terrible liar, exile." The fragrant haze drifted thick as she settled her weight more firmly into his lap, short dark hair brushing his jaw. "Most men I collect are terrified or desperate or bargaining. You walked up *willingly*. Honoring a debt like it's principle." Her free hand found his chin, tilting his face toward hers.

Sasha said don't let her touch you, but it would be suicide to go against the matriarch Infront of everyone. My head was clear. "I can do this" I whisper to myself, and took her hand.

Tapuck's fingers met Colette's palm.

The warmth hit first—then the pressure. Her garments held older magic in every thread, a matriarch's accumulated will that crashed through the Mindslip Syrup's clarity. His thoughts scattered. His knees buckled.

Colette caught him before he could fall, her arm wrapping around his waist to hold him steady against her side. She smelled of copper underneath the roses.

"Good boy," she said softly. "You came closer when I called."

Behind him, Sasha moved to rise—

"Sit." Colette's command silenced her. "You bound him hours ago. You dressed him in borrowed cloth and expected it to hold against fifteen years of sovereignty." Her free hand found Tapuck's chin, turning his face toward the torchlight so she could examine what she'd taken. "This is my territory. My gathering. My *thrall*, now."

Sasha's hands curled into fists against her thighs. She remained seated.

Colette pulled Tapuck toward her raised platform, guiding him with a hand at the small of his back. The gallery's attention fixed on them as he took his place on the cushion near her throne. Her fingers carded through his hair.

"Continue," Colette said. "We'll discuss the division of assets." Her palm lay heavy on his nape. "He'll stay with me."

Tapuck gained status: "dominated by Colette's matriarchal will".

Accepted quest: The Matriarch's Claim – N/A.

Like a crashing wave the fog roiled through my brain. I hadn't felt like this since Sasha had first enthralled me. No logical thoughts, just desire, just lust. I needed to please colette. I had two saving graces, one, she would have to make me orgasm to claim me longer than just a few minutes. And two, I WAS Sasha's solider, deep down, she had true DEEP claim over me. But now in my new haze, a new thought formed. "Why is my inner goal to get back to Sasha? Shouldn't I be... trying to get off this planet?" These thought faintly stirred, too faint to hold on to. My mind numbed again, and I stared towards the event, waiting patiently for any orders.

"You survived the boundary," she said, circling him with the confidence of someone who'd already marked an arrival as theirs. "Which means tonight's still tonight. Unless someone thinks they've already collected what I'm owed."

"Sable you aren't owed anything beyond one night. That was the deal, we spend a night together, even if that's just chatting. Where would you like to spend it?"

Sable's smile sharpened as she closed the distance between them. "Chatty and obedient—I'm already impressed." Her amber eyes held his with undisguised hunger as she reached for his arm, fingers pressing warm against his sleeve. "I have a place near the eastern approach. Quiet, comfortable, and far from anyone who might interrupt what I'm owed."

Alright Sable, take me there

"I just have to survive a night with you. How hard could that be?" I could feel my body convulsing against her movements. My idle hands unconciously found their way to her legs.

Sable's amber eyes brightened at his bravado, and her fingers tightened around the hardness she'd been pressing against. "How hard could that be," she repeated, her smile sharpening as her hips rolled forward with deliberate slowness, her fitted gear creaking against him. Her palm pressed harder still.

And now you're twitching beneath me—" She leaned closer, amber eyes sharp with calculation. "—telling me to slow down." Her weight settled deeper into his lap.

My body begins convulsing at her pressure. Uh oh. I get up and lift her off me. "okay hold on. I didn't realize you were this seductive." I back up against a wall to catch me breath.

Sable watched him as he retreated to the wall. She rose from the cushions with fluid grace, closing the distance with deliberate steps.

I starred at her, admiring her body as she approached.

Sable's hand flattened against his chest as her amber eyes calculated

Her hips swayed with intent—deliberate friction that made his trapped cock throb against her tight leather.

Her free hand curled possessive at his hip, pulling him tighter against her. "Your body already knows what it wants." She tilted his face toward hers with fingers at his chin. "So say her name, exile. Say it while I'm touching you. Let's see how strong that claim really is."

Sable's laugh brushed his throat as his fingers froze on her laces. "Resist me," she breathed, her grip tightening around the flesh in her palm. "That's adorable." Her free hand finished what he'd started, pulling her fitted top open to reveal small breasts with dark nipples already peaked. "Open your eyes, exile." She pressed herself against him, bare skin sliding across his chest, her hips grinding slow and deliberate. "Look at me and say it again. Tell me you can resist while I'm stroking you."

I open my eyes and see her beautiful breasts. I want to fuck her so bad

Sable's dark nipples peaked under his attention as she pressed closer, her hand still working his shaft with deliberate strokes. "You want to fuck me so bad," she breathed against his jaw, teeth grazing his pulse. Her other hand brought his palm to her breast, pressing his fingers into soft heat. "Say her name while I'm stroking you. Let's prove how strong that programming really is." Her hips rolled against him, slick leather dragging across his exposed skin. "Or stop fighting what your body's telling you." She waited, her honey-gold stare sharp with challenge and arousal

I played with her breasts. I was so seduced by her. "Sable" I tried to say Sasha's name but I accidentally said Sable instead. I couldn't think properly.

Sable's lips curved against his throat as his palms filled with soft weight, her dark nipples pressing hard into his touch. "That's right," she breathed, her hand tightening around his shaft with possessive triumph. "You said my name."

Her fitted leather dragged slick heat against his exposed skin as her body pressed closer. Her free hand worked her own laces loose with practiced efficiency, then guided his fingers lower—past worn leather, past thin fabric, to where heat gathered wet and ready.

"Say it again." Her breath caught hot against his pulse. "Say it while I make you forget anyone else ever touched you."

Her hand moved faster, stroking with calculated hunger as she pressed him harder into the wall. "Let's find out just how durable that claim remains..."

I couldn't help it anymore. I stripped off her tight pants, and slid myself inside of her while letting out a soft groan "Sable Kross"

Sable's breath caught sharply as he filled her, her amber eyes flaring wide before narrowing with predatory satisfaction. Her thighs locked around his hips, pinning him deeper as his back pressed into the wall. Her fitted gear hung open, small breasts dragging across his chest with each rolling movement.

"That's my name," she gasped against his jaw, her nails dragging down his spine. "Not hers."

She rolled her hips with deliberate demand—each stroke a claiming, each movement calculated to overwrite. "Now show me what Sasha was so afraid of losing," she breathed, teeth grazing his throat as her rhythm quickened. "Make me understand why she crafted a Soldier and yet couldn't keep you."

I thrusted uncontrollably into her, lost completely in a haze of seduction. Tonight I was hers.

Sable's breath came ragged against his throat as her thighs clamped around him, her fitted gear hanging open while she pulled him deeper. Her small breasts pressed against his skin with every hungry roll of her hips. "That's right," she gasped, her fingers curling possessive against his hip. "Forget her name." Her rhythm matched his—hungry, demanding—as her amber stare held his. "Tonight you're mine."

"Sable, Sable, Sable" I say as I finally erupt inside of her

Sable's body shuddered around him as warmth spread between them, her small breasts pressing flush against his chest while her nails dragged possessive lines down his spine. Her thighs clenched, holding him deep through each pulse as fragmented moans spilled from her lips.

"That's right," she gasped against his throat. "Say it again."

Honey-gold eyes locked onto his with predatory satisfaction as aftershocks rippled between them. Her hand splayed across his hip, thumb stroking slow circles against his skin. "Now let's see what Sasha does when she finds out someone hungrier took what she thought she owned." She didn't pull away—instead pressing closer, her fitted gear still hanging open as she kissed along his jaw with deliberate tenderness. "Stay the night, exile. I want to see what else that body was trained to do."

I felt like she wanted me to be powerful. Controlled, submissive, but powerful. I grabbed her and lifted her up with me as I stood. The silk sheets of the bed fell, revealing our naked bodies. While holding her with my enhanced strength, I slowly teased my cock inside of her. I stared deep into her eyes.

Colette's breath caught as his hands closed around her waist. When he lifted her from the silk, her thighs locked around him with practiced ease—but her amber stare sharpened with something beyond calculation. Raw interest.

He pressed into her slowly, feeling her slick heat envelop him inch by inch. Her nails bit into his shoulders. Her legs flexed around his hips.

"Look at me," she breathed.

He did. Her eyes held his without wavering as he filled her completely. The enhanced strength Sasha had given him held her suspended, her body draped against his chest while he drove into her from below. Each thrust met resistance from centuries of control—but each thrust also found the crack in that control. Her jaw loosened. Her breathing grew uneven.

She didn't command him to slow. Didn't direct his pace. For the first time since she'd claimed him, she let him set the rhythm—watched him take what she'd offered without fighting for control.

"That's it," she sighed against his throat. Her hands slid into his hair, gripping hard enough to hurt. "Show me what she made."

He did. His enhanced muscles bunched and released as he drove into her, carrying her weight effortlessly while his hips snapped forward. The wet sounds of their joining filled the cabin. Her moans mingled with his breathing. Her thighs clamped tighter around him.

When she finally came, her whole body shuddered against his chest. Her nails raked bloody trails down his back. Her teeth sank into his throat, hard enough to mark.

She rode the waves of her release while he continued moving inside her, her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips pressed against his pulse point.

"Again," she commanded, her voice ragged. "You're not finished."

She wasn't asking.

The light through the viewport had shifted—warmer, higher, marking mid-morning. Colette finally released him, her satisfaction evident in the lazy patterns her nails traced across his chest. Hours had blurred together. His body ached in ways that felt earned.

"Enough." She slid from the platform without ceremony, bare feet finding the deck plating. "We have work to do."

She crossed to a recessed panel in the hull wall and pressed her palm to the sensor. The surface slid open to reveal her collection—garments arranged by function, each piece curated for a specific purpose. Rich silks in deep colors hung alongside more practical layers, their enchantments subtle but present for those who knew what to look for.

"Interrogations require specific tools." She drew one piece after another, examining them. "The black gown from last night is presence. Authority. Useful for gatherings, for laying claim before witnesses." She set it aside without interest. "Marcus Venn is something different. Wounded. Starved. Three weeks of isolation have already broken down most of his resistance."

Her hand settled on a deep burgundy robe threaded with gold—strategic cuts that revealed more than they concealed, fabric that caught every shift of light.

"This one amplifies trust." She pressed the fabric to her frame, considering. "It makes the wearer seem generous. Someone worth confiding in." Her attention found him. "The officer needs coaxing, not crushing. He needs to believe I'm offering him something."

She returned to stand before him, letting him see the full effect of the garment before she began fastening it.

"The clasps. Then we'll discuss your role in the questioning." Her lips pressed briefly to his shoulder. "He's Fleet Intelligence. Trained to resist. You're going to help make him want to talk."

She presented her back, the first clasp waiting between her shoulder blades.

"Midday approaches. Don't make me late."

I did up her clasps with haste

His fingers moved quickly through the clasps, securing each one against her spine. The burgundy fabric closed around her frame, gold threading catching the light with each fastening until the final clasp clicked into place at the small of her back.

Colette turned to examine herself in the polished metal panel near the doorway. She adjusted the drape across her shoulders, smoothing the fabric near her collarbone, then turned to face him.

"Adequate." She crossed to a storage compartment and withdrew a dark garment—simple, unadorned, clearly meant for labor rather than display. "Wear this."

She tossed it to him.

"Marcus Venn was trained to resist seduction from predators like me. Fleet Intelligence conditioning." Her eyes tracked him as he pulled the fabric over his shoulders. "But he hasn't been trained to resist someone who was Federal once. Someone who might understand what it's like to be on the wrong side of Command."

She closed the distance between them, her hand finding his jaw.

"You're going to make him feel safe. Make him believe you're his ally." Her fingers dug into his skin. "And when he tells you what Command wants buried—you bring that information to me."

Her thumb brushed his lower lip.

"Not to Sasha. Not to anyone else. To me."

She released him and moved toward the door.

"Medical's already prepping him. We leave in five minutes."