BACKPOST: AJAX & HONOUR: A PROPOSITION
WHO: Ajax and Honour WHEN: About six months after NML was declared WHERE: The Damned's compound WHAT: Ajax and Honour have a 'heart-to-heart' RATING: TBD
One of his followers had come knocking on the door to his rooms at the Compound to tell him that the displaced Queen of the Flock he'd taken over last week wanted to talk to him. She had a proposition for him. Glancing at Zella wrapped in a sheet on his bed, Ajax grinned at her.
"Does she now?" The priestess smirked back at him as she stood up, letting the sheet fall on the bed as she glided naked to the closet, ignoring the follower, who tried to keep his eyes off the beautiful woman, but kept glancing up, unable to stop himself.
"Perfect, isn't she?" Ajax asked, still grinning that indecipherable grin as he watched the other man fail to keep his eyes to himself. He stood up then, pulling on his own dark jeans as he did so. Zella glanced over her shoulder at him and winked at him. He let himself admire the perfection that was his wife. One of a few, but she knew where she ranked in his life. She was a goddess among women. Love wasn't an emotion Ajax ever felt, not the way other's did, but he admired the younger woman and respected her in a rare way that most women didn't get. It was probably because she literally saved his life, had been the catalyst for his transcendence to godhood.
Stepping towards his follower, the man's name was escaping him at the moment, but the color of the band on his arm indicated he was a level 2 follower. Not the lowest of the low, but still relatively new at this. Bringing his face to his ear he said quietly but clearly in his low voice.
"Look all you want. She doesn't mind. But you mind your manners. Treat her like a lady." He didn't need to add the 'or else' as the way the man nodded vigorously made it clear he knew exactly what Ajax meant.
"Of course, my Lord." Ajax smiled then. "Good boy." He patted the other man's cheek as he straightened up.
"Zella, my dear, my shirt please." The demoness had slipped into a black silk robe she left in his closet and was already on her way over to the leader. She handed him the black tee-shirt and then his trademark leather jacket.
"And your jacket, my lord," she murmured from under dark lashes. Ajax grinned at her, then at the follower still standing in the room.
"You're too good to me, doll," he grinned as he slipped into the jacket, then pulled the smaller woman into his arms. Zella smiled at him as her robe slipped down, exposing one pale shoulder.
"Oh I know," she answered as their lips met in a searing kiss, ignoring the uncomfortable follower waiting for Ajax to dismiss him or go back with him to the holding cells where the flock was. As their lips broke apart, Ajax was grinning again. "Still wanting more?" Zella didn't answer as she nipped at his shoulder.
"I have business to attend to doll or I'd fuck you until you can't walk." The brunette pouted at him as she kissed him once more, before going through the adjourning door to where her room was.
"I'd wait for you, but it appears you might need the bed tonight." Her dark eyes held no jealousy, and he loved that about her. Zella was pragmatic above all. And she knew her place. All his wives had their own personal space, but hers was the only one connected to his. It was a sign of her privilege and status. In their cult, she was almost as powerful as he was, an extension of his power and he didn't mind that she was treated as such, she'd earned it. And she enjoyed it. And truth be told, sometimes she was as ruthless as he was, and it was such a fucking turn on. Ajax and the follower had both been watching her sashay away, before her door swung shut behind her.
"I will never get tired of watching that," he commented as he clasped the nameless follower on the shoulder. "Well we shouldn't keep our disgraced queen waiting too long now should we?"