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Title: Of Whores and Kings
Pairing: Jeffery Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1934
Summary: Semi-Post Apocalyptic. As the world was ending around them, Samantha Ferris and Jeffery Dean Morgan took two different approaches to surviving. Now, he’s a minor king with a small kingdom, and she’s on the run. He’s her only hope to survive, but what will he ask of her in return?
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ryuutchi who purchased me during the last Sweet Charity auction to benefit RAINN. This is slave fic, of a sort. It didn’t go the way I thought it would when I started it. Oh, and um Het sex. I suppose that’s kind of a warning.
She smelled of smoke and the two-day run through the remnants of civilization as she stood outside the gates of her final hope. The world was a changed place and there was no going back. Not after the compound had been destroyed…not after everyone was gone.
All around her the world resembled something out of an old science fiction movie…wasteland and ruins, small cities surrounding the remaining sources of water. Cities ruled over by whoever had owned the land…or stolen it, or killed for it. Tiny kingdoms, tribes, warlords…constantly at war with one another, seeking power or land or mates.
Five years. Five years since the combination of wars and natural disasters and terrorism had overcome one country after another. Since the world’s population dwindled. Since he’d offered to take her in.
He’d taken a lot of folks in back then, when it was obvious where the destruction was leading…and as kings went, he was known to be fair, if fierce. They’d withdrawn behind the walls and waited out the end of the world, emerging as one of five self-sufficient cities in all of California when it was done.
But she had chosen to stay and fight, to try to wrangle peace from the destruction. She had fought to stay free, and ended up alone, sought by those who had destroyed the last standing bastion of what once was.
Samantha Ferris stood in the glare of the slowly setting sun and stared at the choice before her. Behind her all that remained was eventual capture and bondage to the man who had killed her friends. She was still young enough to bear children. She knew what that meant once she was caught.
She gathered herself to make her presence known. Once she did there would be no turning back. Things were different, and there was no guarantee he’d even take her in, or that he wouldn’t want the same things from her. In fact, it was almost guaranteed he would expect her to give him a child in return for his protection.
Truth was if she had to be someone’s brood mare, she’d rather it be someone she knew, someone she had history with. It wouldn’t be like offering herself up. They had been together before the world went crazy. It was only a short time, but she was counting on the affection she had felt from him then.
She shouldered her pack, everything she had left, which wasn’t much, and approached the gates, stepping out of the shadows into the line of sight of the security system.
The gates opened slowly and two guards appeared. She held up her hands and inclined her head in greeting. “Samantha Ferris, I’m here to see Jeffery.”
The place wasn’t what she expected. Not that she really knew what to expect. She’d been in enough of the other surviving compounds to know that what she was seeing was different. Beyond the gates, and a secondary wall, there were water fountains and fruit trees. The buildings were white and pale blue, the streets lined with brick or smooth stones.
It was clean, bright.
Outside those walls the world fought over water and food. Here, both were freely available.
People emerged to watch them walk, but they weren’t the starving, desperate people she had seen everywhere else. They didn’t cower in fear. They watched, curious about the new comer.
The center of the city was a huge, open air court, with the natural spring that fed the waters of the streams and fountains in its middle. Wooden bridges led up and over the water, delivering her into Jeff’s domain.
The evening meal was nearly finished. Jeffery Dean Morgan looked up from his plate to find two guards escorting a woman to him. Not just any woman.
He wiped his mouth and set aside his napkin, turning his full attention on her as one of the guards took her bag and brought it to him.
She was thin, probably hadn’t eaten well in a long time. He’d lost track of her after she left LA. Heard stories, of course, of her and her band of idealists who thought that if they tried hard enough they could bring the world back to what it used to be.
Jeff wasn’t as starry eyed. He’d seen what was coming and he’d chosen to save what he could. He watched her come, waited until the guards backed off. He could feel the people around him gathering. He walked a fine line. He ruled because he made good decisions, he kept those that would contribute to their city. He didn’t take in every stray that came their way.
They were not far from tipping the scales from self sufficiency into a long, slow slide into extinction. All around him his generals and staff were looking at her. It helped that she was female. That would appease them. There were precious few in their city now.
He cracked his neck and looked at her.
“Hello Sam.”
She sort of smiled and held her hands out to the side. “Jeff.”
He waited, let her fidget.
“You once offered me a place here.” She licked her lips and dared a step closer. “I…was hard headed.”
He smirked. “Always were.”
“I…I was hoping I could…that you would…” She cursed and shook her head, wiped a hand down her face. “Damn it Jeff, I need this. I need shelter.”
Jeff stood slowly. “Everyone here pays for their shelter.” He hefted her bag. “Unless this is filled with gold…”
“It’s all I have. Not much. Some dried venison and a hand gun. A little bit of jewelry. It’s yours.”
He raised an eyebrow and dropped the bag. “I have little use of any of these things.”
He watched her face, watched the flicker of hope fade. She stepped closer, but couldn’t look at him. “It is all I have.”
Jeff stepped out from behind the table and lifted the bag, holding it out to her. “May it see you to better things then.” When she didn’t take the bag, he dropped it at her feet.
“Please.”
“Make me an offer.”
Her eyes were dark when they flicked to his, and she’d likely hate him now, but the defiance on her face stirred desire in him and he knew she couldn’t leave. The badlands outside his walls were no place to be once the sun went down.
“I am strong, I work hard.”
“I have workers. I have farmers and warriors. I have bakers and cleaners. I have all that I need.”
The court was filled now. “Make me an offer.”
She stared at him for a long time, then slowly she removed her jacket, exposing bare arms and a tank top that was torn and dirty. “All I have is me.” She moved forward, stopping just out of arms reach. Her voice was low and sultry. “Will you have me?”
“Are you fertile?”
Her face paled, but she nodded. He cut the distance between them. “You are offering me your body?”
Again, she nodded. He caught her chin in his hand and turned her face to his. “So that the others can hear you.”
Her eyes closed. “Yes, I’m offering to give you my body.”
Jeff smiled and nodded. “Then show it to me.”
She stiffened as he stepped back and his words sank in. She glared at him, her eyes snaking around them before coming back to him. She was starting the breath heavy as her hands moved to take off the tank top, exposing firm, rounded breasts. She dropped the tank top and moved to unzip her jeans.
He could see her hands shaking as she dropped those too and stood before him in nothing but a pair of panties. She lifted her head, tossing hair from her face before meeting his eyes.
Jeff felt the appreciative ripple through his men and nodded. “I accept your offer.” He snapped his fingers and two men appeared beside him. “As long as you are willing to share my bed and bear my children, you are welcome. Boys, get her cleaned up and delivered to my rooms. Wash that stench off her.”
She wasn’t sure how much had been for show, and how much was really Jeff changed…but she’d made her bed…and she’d know soon enough.
When the doors opened, she was where she’d been left, naked, cleaned and kneeling beside his bed. He smiled, but there was no hint of his true feelings as he closed the door.
“I wondered how long it was going to take.” He moved to the dresser and pulled off his wrings before shrugging out of his shirt. “I looked for you, you know that?”
She exhaled slowly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. “I was up north for a while.”
He turned to look at her, his eyes sparkling. He crossed to where she was and squatted. “When I need you to talk, I’ll tell you.”
She felt the color drain from her face. “A lot has changed while you were up north.”
Jeff pulled his pants off. “I gotta tell you, I’ve been fucking boys so long, I’m not sure I remember how to do a woman.”
Samantha raised her head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
His hand slapped across her face. “You gave up your right to talk to me that way.”
She shook her head. “No, I gave up my right to tell you no. I’m no slave.”
His hand slithered into her hair, pulled her head back. “Slave, whore…makes no difference. Don’t want to be here? There’s the door.” His eyes were still sparkling. He pulled her up onto her feet and shoved her toward the bed. “Did my boys get you ready? Work your juices up?”
His free hand moved between her legs and came away wet. He licked his fingers and grinned. “You always did like it when I played rough.”
It had been so long since she’d had anything inside her and his fingers were thick and long. “Come on then, play rough,” she growled as she fell back onto the bed and spread her legs.
He snarled and followed, crawling over her, his legs bruising on her thighs as he pushed them further apart. She was breathing hard as he entered her, laying over her, his whiskered face scraping over her tender skin, up to her breasts. She didn’t want to want it like this, but he was right. She always had liked it rough.
His thrusts rocked the bed, filling her and she had to cling to the bedspread to keep from being dragged when he pulled out. He bit into one hard nipple and she cried out, so he bit the other even harder. Samantha arched her body up under his, taking him deeper and grunting as he slammed into her.
She reached down with one hand to work her clit, but he slapped it away. His hand replaced hers, pinching and pulling until she yelled. Then he was growling, his face tight, his body rigid as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her to him.
His come flooded into her, hot and she groaned, her own orgasm still just out of reach. He lay on top of her, his cock softening inside her, his breathing calming. “Welcome to my world.” Jeff said in her ear before he got up.
“You’re a goddamn bastard.”
He grinned down at her. “That I am. You better mind your manners, or I’ll have to throw your ass out.”
Title: Of Whores and Kings
Pairing: Jeffery Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1934
Summary: Semi-Post Apocalyptic. As the world was ending around them, Samantha Ferris and Jeffery Dean Morgan took two different approaches to surviving. Now, he’s a minor king with a small kingdom, and she’s on the run. He’s her only hope to survive, but what will he ask of her in return?
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for
ryuutchi who purchased me during the last Sweet Charity auction to benefit RAINN. This is slave fic, of a sort. It didn’t go the way I thought it would when I started it. Oh, and um Het sex. I suppose that’s kind of a warning.She smelled of smoke and the two-day run through the remnants of civilization as she stood outside the gates of her final hope. The world was a changed place and there was no going back. Not after the compound had been destroyed…not after everyone was gone.
All around her the world resembled something out of an old science fiction movie…wasteland and ruins, small cities surrounding the remaining sources of water. Cities ruled over by whoever had owned the land…or stolen it, or killed for it. Tiny kingdoms, tribes, warlords…constantly at war with one another, seeking power or land or mates.
Five years. Five years since the combination of wars and natural disasters and terrorism had overcome one country after another. Since the world’s population dwindled. Since he’d offered to take her in.
He’d taken a lot of folks in back then, when it was obvious where the destruction was leading…and as kings went, he was known to be fair, if fierce. They’d withdrawn behind the walls and waited out the end of the world, emerging as one of five self-sufficient cities in all of California when it was done.
But she had chosen to stay and fight, to try to wrangle peace from the destruction. She had fought to stay free, and ended up alone, sought by those who had destroyed the last standing bastion of what once was.
Samantha Ferris stood in the glare of the slowly setting sun and stared at the choice before her. Behind her all that remained was eventual capture and bondage to the man who had killed her friends. She was still young enough to bear children. She knew what that meant once she was caught.
She gathered herself to make her presence known. Once she did there would be no turning back. Things were different, and there was no guarantee he’d even take her in, or that he wouldn’t want the same things from her. In fact, it was almost guaranteed he would expect her to give him a child in return for his protection.
Truth was if she had to be someone’s brood mare, she’d rather it be someone she knew, someone she had history with. It wouldn’t be like offering herself up. They had been together before the world went crazy. It was only a short time, but she was counting on the affection she had felt from him then.
She shouldered her pack, everything she had left, which wasn’t much, and approached the gates, stepping out of the shadows into the line of sight of the security system.
The gates opened slowly and two guards appeared. She held up her hands and inclined her head in greeting. “Samantha Ferris, I’m here to see Jeffery.”
The place wasn’t what she expected. Not that she really knew what to expect. She’d been in enough of the other surviving compounds to know that what she was seeing was different. Beyond the gates, and a secondary wall, there were water fountains and fruit trees. The buildings were white and pale blue, the streets lined with brick or smooth stones.
It was clean, bright.
Outside those walls the world fought over water and food. Here, both were freely available.
People emerged to watch them walk, but they weren’t the starving, desperate people she had seen everywhere else. They didn’t cower in fear. They watched, curious about the new comer.
The center of the city was a huge, open air court, with the natural spring that fed the waters of the streams and fountains in its middle. Wooden bridges led up and over the water, delivering her into Jeff’s domain.
The evening meal was nearly finished. Jeffery Dean Morgan looked up from his plate to find two guards escorting a woman to him. Not just any woman.
He wiped his mouth and set aside his napkin, turning his full attention on her as one of the guards took her bag and brought it to him.
She was thin, probably hadn’t eaten well in a long time. He’d lost track of her after she left LA. Heard stories, of course, of her and her band of idealists who thought that if they tried hard enough they could bring the world back to what it used to be.
Jeff wasn’t as starry eyed. He’d seen what was coming and he’d chosen to save what he could. He watched her come, waited until the guards backed off. He could feel the people around him gathering. He walked a fine line. He ruled because he made good decisions, he kept those that would contribute to their city. He didn’t take in every stray that came their way.
They were not far from tipping the scales from self sufficiency into a long, slow slide into extinction. All around him his generals and staff were looking at her. It helped that she was female. That would appease them. There were precious few in their city now.
He cracked his neck and looked at her.
“Hello Sam.”
She sort of smiled and held her hands out to the side. “Jeff.”
He waited, let her fidget.
“You once offered me a place here.” She licked her lips and dared a step closer. “I…was hard headed.”
He smirked. “Always were.”
“I…I was hoping I could…that you would…” She cursed and shook her head, wiped a hand down her face. “Damn it Jeff, I need this. I need shelter.”
Jeff stood slowly. “Everyone here pays for their shelter.” He hefted her bag. “Unless this is filled with gold…”
“It’s all I have. Not much. Some dried venison and a hand gun. A little bit of jewelry. It’s yours.”
He raised an eyebrow and dropped the bag. “I have little use of any of these things.”
He watched her face, watched the flicker of hope fade. She stepped closer, but couldn’t look at him. “It is all I have.”
Jeff stepped out from behind the table and lifted the bag, holding it out to her. “May it see you to better things then.” When she didn’t take the bag, he dropped it at her feet.
“Please.”
“Make me an offer.”
Her eyes were dark when they flicked to his, and she’d likely hate him now, but the defiance on her face stirred desire in him and he knew she couldn’t leave. The badlands outside his walls were no place to be once the sun went down.
“I am strong, I work hard.”
“I have workers. I have farmers and warriors. I have bakers and cleaners. I have all that I need.”
The court was filled now. “Make me an offer.”
She stared at him for a long time, then slowly she removed her jacket, exposing bare arms and a tank top that was torn and dirty. “All I have is me.” She moved forward, stopping just out of arms reach. Her voice was low and sultry. “Will you have me?”
“Are you fertile?”
Her face paled, but she nodded. He cut the distance between them. “You are offering me your body?”
Again, she nodded. He caught her chin in his hand and turned her face to his. “So that the others can hear you.”
Her eyes closed. “Yes, I’m offering to give you my body.”
Jeff smiled and nodded. “Then show it to me.”
She stiffened as he stepped back and his words sank in. She glared at him, her eyes snaking around them before coming back to him. She was starting the breath heavy as her hands moved to take off the tank top, exposing firm, rounded breasts. She dropped the tank top and moved to unzip her jeans.
He could see her hands shaking as she dropped those too and stood before him in nothing but a pair of panties. She lifted her head, tossing hair from her face before meeting his eyes.
Jeff felt the appreciative ripple through his men and nodded. “I accept your offer.” He snapped his fingers and two men appeared beside him. “As long as you are willing to share my bed and bear my children, you are welcome. Boys, get her cleaned up and delivered to my rooms. Wash that stench off her.”
She wasn’t sure how much had been for show, and how much was really Jeff changed…but she’d made her bed…and she’d know soon enough.
When the doors opened, she was where she’d been left, naked, cleaned and kneeling beside his bed. He smiled, but there was no hint of his true feelings as he closed the door.
“I wondered how long it was going to take.” He moved to the dresser and pulled off his wrings before shrugging out of his shirt. “I looked for you, you know that?”
She exhaled slowly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. “I was up north for a while.”
He turned to look at her, his eyes sparkling. He crossed to where she was and squatted. “When I need you to talk, I’ll tell you.”
She felt the color drain from her face. “A lot has changed while you were up north.”
Jeff pulled his pants off. “I gotta tell you, I’ve been fucking boys so long, I’m not sure I remember how to do a woman.”
Samantha raised her head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
His hand slapped across her face. “You gave up your right to talk to me that way.”
She shook her head. “No, I gave up my right to tell you no. I’m no slave.”
His hand slithered into her hair, pulled her head back. “Slave, whore…makes no difference. Don’t want to be here? There’s the door.” His eyes were still sparkling. He pulled her up onto her feet and shoved her toward the bed. “Did my boys get you ready? Work your juices up?”
His free hand moved between her legs and came away wet. He licked his fingers and grinned. “You always did like it when I played rough.”
It had been so long since she’d had anything inside her and his fingers were thick and long. “Come on then, play rough,” she growled as she fell back onto the bed and spread her legs.
He snarled and followed, crawling over her, his legs bruising on her thighs as he pushed them further apart. She was breathing hard as he entered her, laying over her, his whiskered face scraping over her tender skin, up to her breasts. She didn’t want to want it like this, but he was right. She always had liked it rough.
His thrusts rocked the bed, filling her and she had to cling to the bedspread to keep from being dragged when he pulled out. He bit into one hard nipple and she cried out, so he bit the other even harder. Samantha arched her body up under his, taking him deeper and grunting as he slammed into her.
She reached down with one hand to work her clit, but he slapped it away. His hand replaced hers, pinching and pulling until she yelled. Then he was growling, his face tight, his body rigid as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her to him.
His come flooded into her, hot and she groaned, her own orgasm still just out of reach. He lay on top of her, his cock softening inside her, his breathing calming. “Welcome to my world.” Jeff said in her ear before he got up.
“You’re a goddamn bastard.”
He grinned down at her. “That I am. You better mind your manners, or I’ll have to throw your ass out.”
