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Chapter List
- 1-Deep Cover
- 2-II
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-V
- 4
- 5
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Deep Cover � Chapter 5

Sara didn�t want to play the game anymore. It was a suspicion, a tingle in the back of her mind. Not psychic or reasonable in origin, it was a feeling. Sara felt like Selene was either toying with her, or, the Black Queen wanted something. She left her lying half dead in an intensive care unit for over five months. If she wanted her, �the Goddess� could have sent a sycophant weeks earlier. But Selene let her wallow in that living hell of half-consciousness and constant pain.

Sara frowned. Already she had reduced Karen to a factor in a calculation of motive. The woman was dead. She could argue that Karen�s life was over, that she was so deeply depressed that she could never recover, but that didn�t change anything. No matter how Selene had twisted her perceptions, poor Karen died giving Sara a second chance. Now that woman was a part of her, soul and psyche. She couldn�t forget the sacrifice.

For Karen�s sake, she couldn�t play Selene�s game.

* * * * *

The fires burned low. Yellow crackling flames flickered and sank leaving nothing but smoldering embers. It illuminated the goddess� inner sanctum a hellish shade of red. It suited her mood well.

It had been seven days since Karen left, more than enough time for her �little soldier� to make her way back to the temple.

Selene had laid herself down on a pile of satin pillows and instructed the servants to keep the fires burning brightly. She had sipped blood-red wine and carefully considered which teases and taunts to use when her �little soldier� finally arrived. Eventually she would surrender to Sara�s desires, but only after having her sport. The thought of spending another night with the spy made Selene tingle with delight.

That was a week ago.

The fires of anticipation burned down to the embers that illuminated her skin. She drank the last of the wine and dropped the bottle onto the cushions. The low burning flames colored everything a hellish shade of red.

The police and her own private investigators had turned up nothing. Sara St. James had gone off the grid, effectively disappearing from the authorities. She was trained for this sort of thing. "Deep cover" was one of her specialties. Selene had tried to search the city telepathically, but Sara could hide herself from even that. She could use magic, but that would be cheating at her own game. No, it would require more creative measures to find her �little soldier�.

"Goddess?"

The voice from behind the curtain was male, weak and apologetic, nothing like the one she wanted to hear. Selene rolled her eyes. Slavish adoration was not what she wanted right now. "Enter." She commanded in her bored tone as she adjusted her black silk robes.

The heavy curtain was brushed aside by one of her centurions. Selene smiled a little, her mood changing as she sensed who entered. The young woman was tall in stature and carried herself with an air of aristocratic authority. Her features were strong and sharp. Her thick black curls hung halfway down her back. She wore the gray tweed uniform of a private school. The school crest over her breast bared a stylized red cross, suggesting the academy was somewhere in Switzerland. While slender, her body was strong. Everything about her was prim and proper, except for the leather choker around her neck. Her shirt nearly concealed it, but the shiny silver ring of the slave collar glimmered in the firelight, matching the dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Selene marveled at her, appreciating the glimpse of leg between the end of her stockings and hem of her skirt. If she ever had a younger sister, this could be her image.

"You sent for me, Goddess?" Her voice was melodic, starting bright and fading into the hushed tone of awe.

Selene�s sinister smile spread from ear to ear. "You�ve grown since I last saw you, Yvette von Roehm."

�Von Roehm�, it had been such a long time since she spoke that name in any of its incarnations. It was the traditional name of the leaders of her cult, those who maintained their faith during her long exile in Nova Roma. �Meridius of Rome� was her first and favorite, her champion by day and lover by night. His children would spread throughout Europe, carrying word of her greatness and a powerful bloodline dedicated to her service.

When she emerged into the modern world, Selene found herself drawn to Friedrich Von Roehm, the high priest of her New York cult. Yvette was his oldest child, a slip of a girl, just shipping off to boarding school in Europe. She had grown into quite a woman, fit for service to the goddess of magic and moonlight.

"You�ve come a long way Yvette," Selene purred, "Rest. Warm yourself by my fire." She lounged and indicated the pillow next to hers.

"As you wish." Yvette respond as she settled next to her goddess.

Selene watched her intently, paying notice to the young woman�s slightest twitch of face or body. She touched Yvette�s mind, sensing for any sign of apprehension or treason. She found none, just the nervous adoration of a girl in her late teens meeting her living, breathing deity. She was a woman of wealth, not used to subjugating herself before anyone. She was young, so Selene forgave her mixed emotions about being summoned.

"Wine?" Selene offered, trying to bridge that gap.

Yvette nodded, not wanting to refuse the hospitality more than any desire for refreshment. A servant quietly shuffled over with an open bottle and two glasses. Another slipped between the curtains and placed more wood in the fire pit.

"Tell me Yvette," Selene began as she took the offered glass, "what have you been doing with yourself?"

Yvette sipped from her wineglass and tried not to look at Selene directly. "I�ve been attending finishing school, studying business and Latin. Business to help expand your coffers and Latin in order to spread word of your greatness." She tentatively made eye contact with Selene. "My family�s flesh and fortune are yours to command."

Selene smiled. Yvette was smart and respectful, unlike her American servants. She was following in her father�s footsteps. Hopefully she would come to a better end. Friedrich had died because he couldn�t control himself. In a battle with Nimrod, he couldn�t control his fury and attacked the X-Men. Nimrod disintegrated him. Selene would have been inclined to save him, but he was disobeying her wishes. She�d never hidden this fact from her followers and was certain Yvette knew. The girl did not hold it against her, Selene found that the true measure of this young woman�s character. Other humans would be haggard, embittered by that event. Yvette�s dedication ran deeper than that.

"And what have you been doing outside the classroom?" Selene asked as she played with the silver ring hanging from the girl�s choker.

Yvette�s cheeks reddened slightly, from the wine or embarrassment Selene couldn�t tell.

"I�ve joined the Zurich chapter of the Hellfire Club. I�m only a pawn now, but I�m making contacts for the future� my queen." She added after a moment�s pause.

Selene was warmed by the mention. She hadn�t done much with the Club recently. She still held the title of Black Queen, but there was a severe shortage of challengers. Since Emma Frost�s change of heart, the Inner Circle had become much less interesting. Perhaps she should consider renewing her rivalry with the White Queen? She pushed the distracting thought away for another time. Right now it was Sara St. James that concerned her, Emma Frost could wait.

Selene drank deeply from her glass, never breaking eye contact with Yvette. The girl�s lower lip quivered. Obviously there was something she wanted to say. "Speak freely with me Yvette. If something is troubling your heart, I wish to hear of it."

Yvette nervously squeezed the hem of her dress, looking down at the floor. "I�ve started a secret society at the school," she spoke quickly with great excitement in her voice. "Nothing large, just ten girls but all from influential families. There is a clearing in the forest. We hold congress there on nights of the full moon." She looked into Selene�s eyes, unsure of if she�d find judgment or revelation. Instead she found serenity. "On those nights we perform the old ceremonies, the ones my mother taught me. We have orgies in the moonlight, calling out your name as we climax."

Selene smirked at the images that flowed from her mind. The girl was looking for approval like every other penitent, hoping her religion wasn�t contrary to her natural urges. It was not like Selene particularly cared, but she needed Yvette to do something, so she placated her. "I�ve heard you call to me," she lied, "your worship pleases me greatly."

Yvette felt like she was going to burst with joy. She wasn�t sure if she had the right to start a new splinter group. Selene�s approval made the fires burn brighter and the wine taste sweeter. This was the feeling her father talked about, how everything else in the universe was just illusion, Selene was the only thing real.

"I have something else to show you." Yvette squealed while putting the glass down and sitting up.

Selene watched in amazement. The other girls Yvette�s age in her New York temple were all either suicidal or addicts. This woman was flushed with the excitement of youth. There was something pure about it, something refreshing that she�d nearly forgotten.

Yvette turned away from her, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and jacket. "On weekends I�ve been jetting off to Japan." She unfastened her bra and let the clothing drop off her shoulders. "I sought out Ishikawa-san, a master of the exquisite art of irezumi."

Selene could see colors under Yvette�s thick tresses. Her curiosity was peeked. With one hand Selene combed the girl�s raven curls over her shoulder, with the other she slowly guided off the remaining garments, revealing the wisps of smoke tattooed between her shoulder blades. This intrigued Selene, who eagerly peeled the clothing down to the small of Yvette�s back. She was stunned by what she saw, her mouth hung slightly agape as her eyes strained to take it in.

"Do you like it?"

Wordlessly Selene stripped her, wanting an unobstructed view. The clothing fell to the floor around the girl�s ankles, skirt and underwear last. She turned Yvette�s naked back toward the light to show the tattoo in its full glory. It was a true masterwork, a sight she would never forget.

From side angles it appeared as a view from space, the Moon hung above the Earth, moonbeams radiating downward. The Sun was below them both, in a celestial conjunction that could never occur. The skin of her back was a landscape of infinite stars. The image was complex, drawn in the traditional samurai style. But when Selene looked at the tattoo straight on, the Moon had her visage, a stylized portrait of her own face. It possessed a look of unabashed triumph. The moonbeams became her legs and arms. Her tattoo portrait held the Earth in her hands and stood in the fiery circle that was the Sun. The night sky that surrounded the scene was her flowing hair, sprinkled with diamonds for stars.

Yvette had spent every weekend for a year on the master�s table, being worked on by the blind artist with his ancient tools. He never asked for payment. She never told him what to create. It was zen. Barely a word had passed between them besides her formal introduction and thank you. Yvette considered her body a cathedral to Selene. This was her stained glass window.

To Selene it wasn�t art. It was prophecy.

"Do you like it?" Yvette whispered quietly.

Selene�s sinister smile returned. "When you die Yvette, I must have you skinned," she silently promised her new favorite.

Selene leaned forward, kissing her mirror image on the lips. Yvette arched her back and shifted her hips. The lips were in a particularly sensitive spot. Selene�s hands held her by the hips, feeling their gentle curve and anxious for more. The Goddess stood, pulling the naked girl to her and whispering into her ear. "Your flesh pleases me greatly Yvette."

Selene kissed her neck, making Yvette gasp involuntarily. With one hand she groped the girl�s breast, teasing the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand grasped the girl�s bottom, luxuriating in the smoothness of her skin. It roamed across her thigh and found the tangled patch of hair, damp with excitement from her Goddess� touch.

Yvette responded by reaching behind her, clutching her Goddess so tightly that her nails, hard and sharp, drew blood.

Selene bit down on her neck, soliciting an unrestrained cry of pain and surprise. The girl shuddered against her pleasantly. She pulled her down onto the cushions.

They embraced in the firelight, alternating between sessions of making love and fucking. Selene couldn�t decide which she liked better. Sometimes she kissed Yvette tenderly, other times she bit the young woman�s tongue. Yvette�s body was young and lithe, she liked being held and she liked being hurt. Together they drank deeply of wine and sex.

But Selene is a fickle creature. She wanted to test and toy with her new favorite, repeatedly bringing her to the cusp of orgasm and stopping just before. "My turn now," she would say to the girl. Increasing anger would flash across the girl�s eyes, but each time she would swallow her pride. Her patience and endurance were commendable but the girl was only human.

Selene took pity on her. She grabbed Yvette by a fistful of her long curly hair and dragged the exhausted girl into her lap. She wrenched the girl�s head back, stretching her neck backward as far as it would go and wrapped the hair around her fist so tightly that her eyes began to slant. Yvette grimaced in pain, but didn�t object. Selene supported the weight of Yvette�s head and chest with that fistful of hair balled between her shoulder blades, neck stretched to its limit. Yvette�s spine arched, her breasts jutting out and erect nipples pointing to the ceiling. With her free hand Selene spread the girls legs, fingers dancing through the bristly patch of hair that stretched from thigh to thigh.

"I like this." Selene said as she teased her way through her favorite�s tuft of hair. "So primal, so natural. Women nowadays seem to trim themselves daily, or go shorn entirely." She rubbed Yvette�s crease gently. "I like it better this way. It reminds me that I�m with a real woman."

"As you like it," Yvette blurted quickly, trying to choke back a scream of pain.

Selene leered at her, fascinated by her reactions as she rubbed the girl�s clit. Yvette�s face began to soften, pleasure replacing the pain. Selene slowly slid a finger inside her.

Yvette�s mouth formed a silent �oh�. Selene inserted a second, causing Yvette to smile with her lips and winch with her eyes. Selene pleasured her with her hand, fingers inside and palm outside. Yvette�s hips rocked with the motion as she picked up speed, stroking and petting with greater intensity. Selene watched the girl�s neck strain against the tight leather collar that hugged her throat, the only piece of clothing either had on. Yvette moaned into her ear. Selene watched her breast rise and fall with each shuddering breath, the pink little nipple tempting her tongue. She couldn�t resist. Yvette groaned from deep in the pit of her stomach, where a fire was burning for Selene.

Selene let the breast drop from her mouth, whispering into her favorite�s ear. "I want you to come now, Yvette. Will you come for me?"

"Yes�" the girl hissed obediently.

Selene�s fingers went as fast as she dared, slipping in and out of her easily. Yvette began to sweat profusely. Selene marveled at her skin flushing red with exertion. Selene tightened her grip on her hair, bending her neck backwards and causing the choker to close on her throat. Yvette gasped against the restraint on her windpipe and mounting orgasm. Selene watched in awe as the girl�s face turned purple, her cunt clenching down on Selene�s fingers. Yvette�s eyes shot open, her pupils shrank to tiny pinpoints.

"Selene� my Goddess�" she hissed as she came, collapsing into a sweaty heap.

Selene released her grip and let the girl breathe. Yvette wrapped her arms around her neck and waist, clinging to her Goddess and never wanting to let go. Selene petted the sweat soaked hair away from the girl�s face and cradled Yvette to her breast. Her was skin hot, still burning with the passion of orgasm. She shuddered in Selene�s arms.

To Selene the moment was perfect. She didn�t have to intrude into the girl�s mind to know this was the greatest experience, sexual or otherwise, that Yvette may ever have. It could be the best moment of her life, coming in the arms of her goddess.

Selene was tempted to kill her right now.

She titled the girl�s head back. Yvette�s lips were pursed, eyes closed in erotic rapture. If Selene consumed her now, this moment would resonate within her. Yvette�s joy would be preserved, echoing for all eternity.

She was panting. Her breath was hot and sweet. Selene stood, easily lifting the girl�s weight. She carried her to a warm spot by the fireside and laid her on pillows of satin and silk. Yvette eased into slumber. Selene dipped her still moist fingers into her wineglass and savored the flavors while she watched Yvette sleep.

Her curly hair playfully framed her face, perspiration drying by the heat of the flames. Her limbs were slender and strong. Her body was shapely, not too thin or heavy. She found her breasts and bush most inviting, but it was the look on her face that captivated Selene. Her expression was one of joyful serenity.

She remembered the first time she saw that look. It was on Helen�s face after their first night together. Destiny and discord would tear them apart. She remembered screaming at Agamemnon when Paris stole her away. They still talk about the nastiness that followed.

Selene chuckled and reminisced about the last time she saw that look. Her mood soured instantly. It was on Sara�s face after they made love. She was ready to die. Sara did everything but beg Selene to end her life. Instead she gave her eternity.

"She could at least show a little gratitude." Selene thought, making no attempt to hide it. "I�ve given you immortality and put you on a pedestal next to Helen of Troy. Come back to me Sara."

Selene frowned as she tied on her robe, getting more wine might improve her spirits.

When she returned Yvette had rolled onto her stomach. An eternity passed as Selene let her slumber, brushing the hair away from the intricate artwork on the girl�s back. It rose and fell steadily with each breath. Selene couldn�t look away, transfixed at her image holding the Earth as the universe revolved around her. She thought that right and fitting. She toyed with the idea of waking Yvette for another embrace, but contently watched the worlds spin around her aspect instead.

Selene gazed for hours, dreaming of the day when the Earth was hers, when she would spread her arms and worlds would fall at her feet. Someday this entire dimension would be hers, be it by spell or sword, it would be hers. Her blood red lips smiled in the dark.

Begrudgingly, Selene snapped out of her haze. She didn�t summon Yvette von Roehm for lovemaking. She had many a consort for that.

"Guard." She called loudly, not taking her gaze off the sleeping girl�s tattoo.

"Yes Goddess." He spoke with military precision.

"Is it morning or night?"

"Night." He fired back quickly. "Half past ten."

Selene slid next to Yvette�s sleeping body. Selene ran her hand down the length of the girl�s back, feeling the scars of the tattoo and muscles of her backside. The girl slowly began to rouse.

Selene whispered sweetly into her ear. Eyes rolling back into her head as she remembered the ancient words:

"Hearts are the repositories of secrets. Lips are their locks and tongues are their keys."

Yvette opened one eye, but it didn�t seem to belong to her.

"There is a secret in your heart Yvette von Roehm. A secret from long ago."

Yvette�s eyes shut tight. She rolled onto her side and trembled.

"Your ancestor asked me for strength. In return he pledged me his blood."

She rose to her hands and knees, fingernails scraping on the floor.

"That same blood flows through your heart, Yvette."

Her hair hid her face. A deep guttural growl rumbled out of her.

" I call on you to uphold his pledge, and unleash your secret strength!"

Her head snapped back, hair flying. Her face was human, her body was human, but her soul was a great and terrible beast. The spark of intelligence was gone from her eyes, replaced with a murderous blaze. Her muscles flexed and veins pulsed with rage. Her lip curled in an expression of unbridled hatred as she crouched before Selene. She was an animal.

It was called lycanthropy, but the change wasn�t physical. She didn�t grow a tail or fur, but she didn�t carry herself like a person anymore. She�d regressed to a primal state. The restraints of sanity bound her no longer. Her intellect was replaced by an animalistic cunning, senses sharpened by instinct, and she possessed a strength that only madmen knew.

It was true lunacy. Friedrich von Roehm had passed the regressive genetic disorder down to his children. It was a hereditary quirk that caused madness when the subject saw the moon. Their ancestor�s shed their clothes and ran naked under the full moon�s light, murdering whatever they found with their bare hands and teeth. Lunatics had no memory of their crimes the next morning, often exhausted and covered in blood. Since the gene ran in families, the ignorant assumed it was a curse. This was where the legends of werewolves began.

300 years ago they would have called Yvette a witch and burned her at the stake. A century ago she would be confined to a sanatorium for life, a danger to herself and others. Nowadays they would medicate her into a stupor. Science had categorized it as a mental disorder, something to be treated and dismissed. They didn�t see things like Selene did.

To her worshipers, Selene wasn�t just a goddess she was the Moon itself, a living aspect of what hung in the sky. Lunatics were her �chosen people�, stronger in her light, and often her most fanatical faithful. When people with this condition believed in her enough she could trigger the effect by simply uttering a few words, or by mental command. There was a reason her priests and priestess� came from these bloodlines. They were supremely loyal and gladly kill for her.

Selene had never told Meridius his strength wasn�t magical in nature (or Friedrich for that matter). Yvette didn�t need to know either. It would spoil the mystery. The truth is oftentimes disappointing.

Yvette paced like an animal before Selene, a naked savage ready to kill. All she was waiting for was a command. She was a frightful sight, hunched over and hateful. Her breasts comically swayed when she changed direction.

Selene glared at her. "Down," she ordered.

Yvette did as her mistress bade, resting on her haunches. She averted her eyes from Selene in an animalistic sign of submission. Yvette trembled anew, trying to contain bestial fury inside her.

Selene smirked. She was so much like her father.

"I have a task for you Yvette. Someone has defied my will, vexing me greatly."

Yvette�s attention was focussed. The words meant nothing to her now, but the sounds and body language conveyed the meaning.

Selene produced the blouse and jeans that Sara St. James had initially worn into the temple so many months ago, as well as the samite robe that was her disguise. She dropped them on the floor. Yvette snatched them up quickly, tearing into the bundle with tooth and nail. She shoved her face in the bundle, engorging her nose with the scent, and tongue with the taste of her quarry. After several minutes she dropped the torn rags. She sniffed the air for a while and stared at the curtain, which lead to the outer chamber. She had the scent. Her lower lip quivered, saliva dripping out the side of her mouth in anticipation of the hunt. Yvette looked up at her mistress, goddess, and queen. The silver ring on her collar shined in the light.

"Seek." Selene commanded with a dismissing wave.

Yvette turned and sprang, her bare feet slapping on the polished marble floor. Selene watched her legs and arms pump, the hunched forward stance gave her additional speed as she plowed through the curtain, black mane fluttering behind her. The tattoo disappeared as the heavy drapery fell back into place.

Selene smirked to herself wondering which killer bitch was going to win this confrontation. If Yvette won, she�d have some of her faithful sneak Sara out of whatever hospital or morgue they put her in and bring her back. If Sara won she�d have no choice but to come face the Goddess. Surely sending one such as Yvette clearly indicated that she would be hunted to the ends of the Earth. The loss of Yvette was regrettable, but she had a younger brother and sister waiting in the wings.

Either way, she won.

"Goddess!" The centurion�s terrified cry shook her from her musings.

Selene heard Yvette roar and the guard draw his steel. "Let her out, idiot!" Selene yelled back, "open the door!"

His scream descended into a wet gurgle.

Selene shrugged, "Never mind."

TBC�
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