Considering Virgins
Title: Considering Virgins
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over with extra-special Supernatural Fusion!
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: R
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1042
Prompt: 5K. Sacred/Forbidden Sex
Apologies: I don't really write fanfiction about TV-shows or comics. I write fanfiction about fanfiction. This one is a terrible parody/bastardization of both wizened_cynic 's Alex/Lorelai SPN fusion, and fleshflutter 's The Incestuous Courtship of the Antichrist's Bride, because sex on altars -is- awesome.
Emma Frost, priestess of the cult of Sekhmet, finished sharpening her sickle. The moon was nearly up, and she was dressed to the nines in her ceremonial robes. For most of the ceremony, she wouldn’t need them, as the actual ritual performance had to be completed sky-clad. Which was good for the laundry. Her father had been a demon, but her mother a human, and to gain her full powers, she had to perform a ceremony of blood, which generally ended up being rather messy.
She had killed others in her quest for power, mostly accidentally. But she wasn’t allowing herself to be bothered about doing it again. It had to be an innocent though. She had told her minions just not to find someone too young. She had some qualms at least about that. Not many but some.
She was prepared.
The girl seemed to be around her own age, that was good, drugged and docile, with pretty dark eyes and a hatchet tipped nose. She smiled lazily up at Emma from the altar.
“Hey. You’re pretty.”
Emma smiled back. “You too.”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Better than that.”
She looked intrigued. Emma leaned close. “I’m going to murder you.”
The girl blinked uncomprehendingly at her, tipping her head up slightly, still ready to be kissed if she changed her mind, she supposed. Emma considered it. She could murder the girl and bathe in her blood, or… as she was supposed to be an innocent, she could take her until she bled. The second one hadn’t seemed attractive before, but this girl was really gagging for it.
“Unless…”
The girl blinked again, looking hopeful.
“I could fuck you.”
She smiled, hopeful and shy, and Emma leaned in and kissed her, wet and messy, but not unduly rough. She always had the second option if this didn’t seem to be working.
Apparently the little slut was incredible at giving head. Emma thought she might keep her. She flipped her over and enjoyed the little gasp of pain she made as her ribs hit the edge of the stone altar.
* * *
In the morning the sacrifice groaned and whimpered a little as she tried to sit up. Emma had found a use for the scythe, the handle of it at least. She sat leaning back against a pile of pillows, sharpening the scythe, watching her wake up.
“Hey.”
She saw the girl’s eyes widen and the look of pained horror cross her face.
“What’s your name, slut?”
She blinked unhappily. “Emily,” she said, weakly.
Emma nodded. “Fine. Do you have any idea what your recovery time is, because I’m having ideas about other things I want to put in your ass?”
“But you were supposed to kill me!”
Emma blinked. She didn’t think the kidnapped victim was supposed to be so up on the info. “What? Did you like, volunteer, or something?”
Emily made an awkward expression. “Sort of.”
“Elaborate,” Emma made a gesture with the scythe.
“I’m, uh, Emily Winchester.”
Emma stared at her. “What?”
“You have heard of me, right? Because I’ve been hunting you for like years and it would be kind of embarrassing if…”
“I know you! You fucking bitch!”
“Hey!”
Emma considered that she had just fucked her up the ass and decided that she had a bit of the superiority here. She would wait until later to get revenge for all the times this girl had messed up her plans. “Fine. But seriously. You wanted me to kill you?”
“It was a plan.”
“A stupid plan.”
“I was prepared! I had this!” Emily leaned over, dropping the sheet so the temporary tattoo placed on her shoulder blade was visible. Emma had noticed it, and had wondered what someone her age was doing still fooling around with temporary tattoos. “If you had wounded me, it would turn back on you. And if you had done it properly, struck the killing blow, bang, we’re done with you.” Emily scowled.
Emma sat back and considered this. “What if I had decided to torture you first?”
“It was a risk I was willing to take.”
“And how long is it supposed to last?”
Emily stiffened. “I’m not telling you that.”
“You know, I’m pretty sure there are certain no-fault ways to get around it, if its not already broken.”
“Why do you think it’s already broken?” Emily asked worriedly.
“Because you were bleeding when you passed out this morning, and I wasn’t.”
Emily considered this, and made an uncomfortable expression. “Oh, I guess I’m really not a virgin anymore.”
“You were in doubt?”
“The rules are sometimes kind of complicated!”
This seemed to be rather defensible. Emma leaned back and sparked of a tiny stream of fire from her fingertip. Apparently other definitions had been satisfied as well. That was good. “So, now we have this problem.”
“What problem?” Emily asked suspiciously.
“I didn’t kill you. But I can’t let you go.”
“Why not?”
“Because then you’ll try to kill me, again.”
Emily swallowed. “I could promise not to?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “So, I can either have you killed now, or just keep you. Preferences?”
Emily seemed to contemplate this deeply. “Would the keeping involve… repeated violation on altars?”
Emma blinked. “If you want it to? I was thinking indoor recreation can be fun too.”
“Oh.” Emily paused on the brink of saying something, her mouth contorted into a shape that made Emma think dirty thoughts. “Okay,” she finally managed. “I’d rather… not die yet.”
“Good.”
Emma’s primary minion came in with breakfast. Emily yelped and hurriedly tugged the sheet back up to cover herself. Both Emma and the minion blinked at her. She looked embarrassed, but made no attempt to change position.
“Oh,” said Emma, and she looked over to her minion. “Who thought it was a good idea for me to sacrifice Emily Winchester?”
The minion looked rather panicked. “Erm, I don’t know. “I will inquire.” He set down the tray and departed briskly.
Emma looked over at Emily, still huddled under the sheet. “You do know they all saw me take you, naked, on an altar last night, right?”
“Fuck off.”
“You have a dirty mouth for an angel.” Emma leered. “Really dirty.”
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over with extra-special Supernatural Fusion!
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: R
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1042
Prompt: 5K. Sacred/Forbidden Sex
Apologies: I don't really write fanfiction about TV-shows or comics. I write fanfiction about fanfiction. This one is a terrible parody/bastardization of both wizened_cynic 's Alex/Lorelai SPN fusion, and fleshflutter 's The Incestuous Courtship of the Antichrist's Bride, because sex on altars -is- awesome.
Emma Frost, priestess of the cult of Sekhmet, finished sharpening her sickle. The moon was nearly up, and she was dressed to the nines in her ceremonial robes. For most of the ceremony, she wouldn’t need them, as the actual ritual performance had to be completed sky-clad. Which was good for the laundry. Her father had been a demon, but her mother a human, and to gain her full powers, she had to perform a ceremony of blood, which generally ended up being rather messy.
She had killed others in her quest for power, mostly accidentally. But she wasn’t allowing herself to be bothered about doing it again. It had to be an innocent though. She had told her minions just not to find someone too young. She had some qualms at least about that. Not many but some.
She was prepared.
The girl seemed to be around her own age, that was good, drugged and docile, with pretty dark eyes and a hatchet tipped nose. She smiled lazily up at Emma from the altar.
“Hey. You’re pretty.”
Emma smiled back. “You too.”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Better than that.”
She looked intrigued. Emma leaned close. “I’m going to murder you.”
The girl blinked uncomprehendingly at her, tipping her head up slightly, still ready to be kissed if she changed her mind, she supposed. Emma considered it. She could murder the girl and bathe in her blood, or… as she was supposed to be an innocent, she could take her until she bled. The second one hadn’t seemed attractive before, but this girl was really gagging for it.
“Unless…”
The girl blinked again, looking hopeful.
“I could fuck you.”
She smiled, hopeful and shy, and Emma leaned in and kissed her, wet and messy, but not unduly rough. She always had the second option if this didn’t seem to be working.
Apparently the little slut was incredible at giving head. Emma thought she might keep her. She flipped her over and enjoyed the little gasp of pain she made as her ribs hit the edge of the stone altar.
* * *
In the morning the sacrifice groaned and whimpered a little as she tried to sit up. Emma had found a use for the scythe, the handle of it at least. She sat leaning back against a pile of pillows, sharpening the scythe, watching her wake up.
“Hey.”
She saw the girl’s eyes widen and the look of pained horror cross her face.
“What’s your name, slut?”
She blinked unhappily. “Emily,” she said, weakly.
Emma nodded. “Fine. Do you have any idea what your recovery time is, because I’m having ideas about other things I want to put in your ass?”
“But you were supposed to kill me!”
Emma blinked. She didn’t think the kidnapped victim was supposed to be so up on the info. “What? Did you like, volunteer, or something?”
Emily made an awkward expression. “Sort of.”
“Elaborate,” Emma made a gesture with the scythe.
“I’m, uh, Emily Winchester.”
Emma stared at her. “What?”
“You have heard of me, right? Because I’ve been hunting you for like years and it would be kind of embarrassing if…”
“I know you! You fucking bitch!”
“Hey!”
Emma considered that she had just fucked her up the ass and decided that she had a bit of the superiority here. She would wait until later to get revenge for all the times this girl had messed up her plans. “Fine. But seriously. You wanted me to kill you?”
“It was a plan.”
“A stupid plan.”
“I was prepared! I had this!” Emily leaned over, dropping the sheet so the temporary tattoo placed on her shoulder blade was visible. Emma had noticed it, and had wondered what someone her age was doing still fooling around with temporary tattoos. “If you had wounded me, it would turn back on you. And if you had done it properly, struck the killing blow, bang, we’re done with you.” Emily scowled.
Emma sat back and considered this. “What if I had decided to torture you first?”
“It was a risk I was willing to take.”
“And how long is it supposed to last?”
Emily stiffened. “I’m not telling you that.”
“You know, I’m pretty sure there are certain no-fault ways to get around it, if its not already broken.”
“Why do you think it’s already broken?” Emily asked worriedly.
“Because you were bleeding when you passed out this morning, and I wasn’t.”
Emily considered this, and made an uncomfortable expression. “Oh, I guess I’m really not a virgin anymore.”
“You were in doubt?”
“The rules are sometimes kind of complicated!”
This seemed to be rather defensible. Emma leaned back and sparked of a tiny stream of fire from her fingertip. Apparently other definitions had been satisfied as well. That was good. “So, now we have this problem.”
“What problem?” Emily asked suspiciously.
“I didn’t kill you. But I can’t let you go.”
“Why not?”
“Because then you’ll try to kill me, again.”
Emily swallowed. “I could promise not to?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “So, I can either have you killed now, or just keep you. Preferences?”
Emily seemed to contemplate this deeply. “Would the keeping involve… repeated violation on altars?”
Emma blinked. “If you want it to? I was thinking indoor recreation can be fun too.”
“Oh.” Emily paused on the brink of saying something, her mouth contorted into a shape that made Emma think dirty thoughts. “Okay,” she finally managed. “I’d rather… not die yet.”
“Good.”
Emma’s primary minion came in with breakfast. Emily yelped and hurriedly tugged the sheet back up to cover herself. Both Emma and the minion blinked at her. She looked embarrassed, but made no attempt to change position.
“Oh,” said Emma, and she looked over to her minion. “Who thought it was a good idea for me to sacrifice Emily Winchester?”
The minion looked rather panicked. “Erm, I don’t know. “I will inquire.” He set down the tray and departed briskly.
Emma looked over at Emily, still huddled under the sheet. “You do know they all saw me take you, naked, on an altar last night, right?”
“Fuck off.”
“You have a dirty mouth for an angel.” Emma leered. “Really dirty.”