Cesare Borgia had a special place in his heart for blondes. He knew it started with his little sister; she was what the embodiment of every feminine virtue. Since she was his sister and he couldn't have her, he transferred that virtue to every pale haired woman he encountered, whether they resembled Lucrezia in disposition or not. Including the one he was with now.

"Do you like..." He grinned and demonstrated with his fingers. Whore or no, she would enjoy a night in his bed. Nobody ever accused him of being selfish to his lovers.

She moaned and her head fell back against the bed. "Oh God, yes."

"God has nothing to do with it. I don't think He wants to get involved."

"My Lord, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please!" She gripped his arm and her nails dug into his skin. Thin rivers of blood stained the bedsheets. Normally that would upset him but she had her hand on his sex and...and...

Cesare did not scream. Screaming was for women. Screaming was primal, animal, bestial and he was a cultured man. But he did suck in his breath and bite his lip. When the rubbing became too much for him to handle he forced her hand away and entered her.

They climaxed at the same time and fell away from each other, sweating and panting for breath.

"That was..."

He cut her off by putting a hand to her lips. He didn't want to hear her voice, to listen to her meaningless noise. He didn't love her. He had taken her to his bed for one reason and one reason only.

He pulled her onto the bed next to him and petted her long, blond hair. After a few minutes he followed her into a calm sleep.

Dawn shown through the round window and woke the woman. Cesare heard her stirring and smiled when she yawned. "Did you enjoy it?" It always fed his ego to hear the sex had been good.

Instead of answering she expressed surprise that he was a cleric.

"I'm a Bishop."

"There was nothing Ecclesiastical about you last night."

"By night I am who I wish to be. By day I am thus." His hand dove into the pockets of his purple Bishop's robe and threw her a small bag of coins. "Take the back door out when you're dressed."

She hesitated for a second. "I did enjoy it, Lord."

The smile he showed her was genuine. "I'm glad. So did I."

He never learned her name. Seconds after she was gone, he was distracted by Lucrezia and forgot about her. But for those few seconds his eyes met hers and a brief connection was made. They had gotten as physically close to one another as two people could get and to Cesare that was never trivial.

Author's notes: Dedicated to Crazystar662 who did the impossible- convince me to write het. Vanilla het at that.


'Kay, Imma go back to writing kinky slash now.