Krone

you could be the king

Krone knows much of the things her father has done, but she would be naïve to think she knows everything. She knows of his "conquer all, let nothing get in your way" attitude, and his insistence on keeping his bloodline "pure."

The same thing goes for the rest of her family, although she does not know all of them, she knows that a lot (if not all) of them have done horrible, cruel things to those around them, not really caring about who may be affected in the process (herself included), But she had changed for the better, and a part of her hopes that maybe the others could too.

So she lets them stay, the lot of family members who decided to show up to Ischia again, on the off chance they might have a change of heart. She wouldn't shun the from her island until she was given a reason to (or until Ischia Herself decided).

She knows her home well now, each chain of islands had been explored, all the odds and ends examined (some more than others). So as she walks on the opposite side of the pool and spots the black and lavender coat of her cousin, she doesn't bat an eye. Krone observes the way she kills the fish and brings it back to life, as if it was a game...as if playing god was like a game of hide and seek. What was it like, to hold that kind of power in her hands?

"Deathwish," She murmurs, just loud enough for her to hear across the pond. "I see where you get the name."

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Krone

you could be the king

Her run-in with Klaudius had been eventful, but not in a good way. He had taken her virginity, had violated her. He had tasted her skin, touched her in ways she didn't want to be touched (at least by him). So when Deathwish replies to her with the assumption that Krone had somehow consented to that prick assaulting her, she could say she was less than amused.

"Family thought is only acceptable when both are consenting, cousin," She snorts. Anger pulses through her veins, floods her thoughts. The image of Klaudius mounting her, taking what wasn't his to be had, filling her with his repulsive seed was enough to make her blood boil. What angered her more is that she hadn't had the ability to stop it. She had froze, almost like she was letting it happen.

She hadn't much interest in keeping the incest thing going to begin with. She didn't think of her family in that way. But if she had really hated it, wouldn't she have stopped it? Nothing about him peaked her interest, everything about him disgusted her, but she didn't fight it.

No. No this wasn't her fault. It was his, and he deserved to pay for it. She wanted revenge for what he took. She wanted to take something from him, too.

Oh god, was she really like the rest of her family?

She looks over Deathwish's shoulder to the pool of water. She is staring at the fish, whose body floated on the top of the water, eyes vacant of life. The other fish in the pond swam up to bite at him, pulling at the bits of guts that burst out of it. The fish's family, eating it like it meant nothing to them.

Klaudius meant nothing to her.

So she glances back to DW, eyes softening. She acknowledges the hint of emotion in her voice, the clear want for Krone. A need to touch her. Deathwish had something she wanted, and Krone had something DW wanted. What a team they could make.

And well, Krone had always had eyes for girls more anyways.

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Krone

you could be the king

Her stomach flips at the touch of another woman, more than she had expected, and for that moment she forgets Deathwish is her cousin. It doesn't matter now, does it? Now that Krone knows what she is capable of?

She allows her to place the soft kisses upon her jawline, and finds herself leaning into them. Her heart is jumping, nearly ready to burst from her chest. Deathwish feels warm and inviting as she presses her barrel against Krone's, and she is intrigued by her cousin's penchant for the dead, the beautiful words she speaks of it.

DW's head along the base of her withers sends a tingle along her spine. Would a man ever be able to do the same? The Keeper outstretched her wing to tickle at Deathwish's shoulder towards the tender part of her belly.

This was fucked up, wasn't it?

No matter now, she is too far gone, and she reaches around to look into DW's hazel eyes. She traces her lips along the delicate vein of her neck, towards her ear.

"Show me the beauty in death," She purrs. Krone not only wants to see her power, she wants to feel for herself what it was like to hold the power of god in her hands. "Bring me to the brink...and I will satisfy your needs like no one could before."

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Krone

you could be the king

The touch of a woman is different from that of a man's. Klaudius' body was hard and rough, nothing like the soft, tender touches of Deathwish. Krone longed for it, she craved it, that delicate touch, something only another female could give her. 

Deathwish bites and sucks in all the places she knows will turn Krone on. A pleasured moan escapes her at the strategically placed kisses along her chin, and she can barely contain the excited squeal when she begins licking, her tongue slithering its way into places the Keeper had only dreamed of being touched. 

Her face grows hot and her head tilts back. This was heaven, wasn't it? But she was going to hell, wasn't she? Fuck it, she didn't care. Her thighs grow warm and wet as Deathwish continues, until her back legs being to quiver and buckle, and she feels a shock of electricity sweep through her body. She can't hold back any longer.

"Deathwishhh!" A high-pitched cry of satisfaction pierces the otherwise quiet air (and she doesn't care). DW doesn't stop, pushing her against the tree (rubbing her against the tree), and with each rhythmic thrust Krone moans. Over and over she groans, relishing in the heat between their bodies, inhaling the smell of sweat and sex and blood and her, resisting the urge to cum again, wanting to make her feel that sensation.

And finally she begins working her own brand of magic on Ischia's Keeper. Her body grows cold and her stomach begins to bloat. Her body opens, exposing the beautiful bones and organs inside. The lack of oxygen to her brain causes her vision to spot and blur, and her throat grows dry as she gasps for air. It hurts, but Deathwish was right.


It was beautiful. 

Too beautiful for Klaudius. Too beautiful for that scum to feel how his body fights to keep him alive, too beautiful for that scum to see was the inside of himself looks like. No...he deserves more pain than this. 

And as suddenly as it began it stops, and Deathwish brings her back to where she had began. Sewing up her displayed insides with the nod of her head, giving her the ability to breathe again. Krone looks up to her as she releases her, listening to her intently. 

"It was amazing," She murmurs, standing to face her, letting herself place delicate kisses along her jawline. "Death brings with it so much beauty...you've shown me that..." She allows herself to nuzzle up and down her neck. She stops when she reaches a puckered vein, and bites down, tasting the sweetness of her skin. "Let me show you something beautiful too?" The question comes as she pulls away from her and begins to trace along her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her hip...ready to feel Deathwish quiver beneath her tender embrace. 

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