Coercion 02
“Lenneth…” Lezard began walking to her, knowing his smile was widening as he watched her look at him. “My darling…this is a special occasion. That expression of yours simply won’t do.”
She was silent, not even attempting to talk to him, hands laying limp in her lap. She was so still, like a statue or a doll, only the hint of her chest rising and falling with her breath gave away the fact that she was real.
“Smile for me…” It was a command he gave her, and she blinked her eyes, starting to frown. “You said you would make the effort to try…” He reminded her. “A woman in love should be happy to see her lover returning to her side. Her eyes should reflect the loving emotions she feels at seeing his approach.”
“I cannot fake emotions I do not feel.” Lenneth said.
“You won’t even make the effort?” Lezard tsked, a chiding sound. “Then how can I trust you will do what I ask? Perhaps we should ask Lucian to smile…Bellion could force him to you know…a big red grin from ear to ear.” His finger swooped across his throat, illustrating his meaning perfectly.
“No don’t!” Lenneth protested. “Please…” She forced a smile on her face, the expression not reaching her eyes. “Don’t hurt him Lezard…” His shadow fell on her, Lezard standing before her, feeling her knees bump against his legs.
“For him you would do anything wouldn’t you?” He asked with a sigh. “Such devotion you feel…! It proves you are capable of having those feelings, so why not for me instead of the boy?”
“What can I say that will not make you react in anger?” She wanted to know.
“You can speak freely to me Lenneth…” Lezard was quick to assure her, reaching out to touch her face. His fingers brushed aside her bangs, clearing a path over her eyes as he offered her a kind smile. “I would never hurt you for speaking truthfully to me.”
“But Lucian…” Lenneth said hesitantly. “Can you offer the same promise for his safety?”
“Let us not worry about him…” His hands were placed on her shoulders, Lezard bending down to look into her face. “For now there is only you and me.” He was leaning into her, eyes intent on her face. She stared at him with wide eyes, not reacting as he kissed her. It made him frown, Lezard pulling back to look at her. “This simply won’t do Lenneth…I’ll not have you behaving as little more than an unfeeling doll. If I wanted THAT I’d settle for one of my homunculus.”
“Now…” A hopeful smile, hand reaching up to touch her face. “Let’s try it again….and this time with feeling!” This time when he kissed her, he felt her move her lips against his, gentle hesitation that he took advantage of. He nibbled at her lips, the tip of his tongue nudging at the center of her mouth, a none too subtle invitation for her to part her lips. And all the while Lucian was shouting, a delightful chorus of nos and stops, agonized grunts of disgust.
Lezard stifled his laughter, giddy amusement at the ruckus Lucian was making. He kissed Lenneth, feeling the reluctance in her, wanting to melt it away with his desire. Harder he ground his lips into her, feeling her part her lips with a muffled gasp. It was then that he struck, plunging his tongue eagerly into her mouth, rubbing tongues with her. She tried to pull back from the sensation of his tongue in her mouth, Lezard catching at the back of her head, fingers winding in her hair. She made a muffled sound, her hands rising from her lap to catch at his chest, trying to push him away from her.
He held the kiss, lightly breathing through his nose, feeling her struggles weaken. Only when she started gasping for air did he release her, trailing his lips on her cheek in a lingering kiss. His fingers caressed the back of her hair, Lezard staring down at her, noting her flushed cheeks and startled eyes. “Lenneth…” He was letting go of her, and she stared at him confused. He just offered her a mysterious smile, going to sit down next to her on the bed, feeling the mattress dip with his weight.
“You really need to loosen up my dear…” He purred, and was turning to wrap his arms around her waist. “You’re too tense…” He pulled, dragging her onto his lap, letting out an excited laugh at her squealed out protest.
“Get your hands off of her!” Lucian let out a snarl, seeming not to care that there was a knife at his throat. His demand went unheeded, Lezard hugging Lenneth, holding her prisoner on his lap.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?” Lezard whispered in Lenneth’s ear, planting tiny kisses on the curve of it. She was quiet, shaking her head no. “It seems like an eternity has gone by since I first laid eyes on you.” With a happy sigh he was burying his lips in the crook of her shoulder, licking the salty sweetness of her skin.
“You can’t begin to know what eternity really feels like.” Came her answer. He snorted against her skin, hugging her all the tighter against him.
“You speak of the limitations of mortals to know what time really is…?” He asked her, starting to lick his way up the side of her neck. “But it is you Gods who are truly limited.” Kisses punctuated his words, Lezard intent on decorating the canvas of her pale flesh with his marks.
“Limited how?” She was still so stiff, not relaxing against him as he kissed her. Her entire body screamed of her reluctance, but she made no move to try and escape him.
“Time Lenneth.” He replied. “It makes one appreciate things all the more when one knows the true briefness of life. We humans love hard and fast because of it, desperate to squeeze it all in the small time frame we are granted on this earth. To appreciate immortality, one must first spend time in the body of a mortal.” She was turning to look at him, and he smiled. “That is my gift to you.”
She laughed then, and it wasn’t an appreciative sound. “You think you have done me what….a favor? You have trapped me in this mortal flesh, rendered me powerless, taken me away from everything I have ever known. And to what? To better understand a human’s concept of time?”
He fought to keep his expression neutral, Lezard biting back angry words. “You will understand someday. When we both ascend to the heavens to take our rightful place as king and queen of the Gods…then you will understand how magnificent eternity truly is with me by your side.”
She continued to laugh, and Lezard couldn’t help himself. He frowned. Lucian’s voice joined in, his male laughter mingling with her girlish glee, the sound grating on his nerves. One hand was raised, capturing her by the hair, Lezard intent on making her laughter die down. He succeeded when he kissed her, tongue shoving into her open mouth, licking past teeth and lips.
Lenneth’s hands caught at his shirt, fingers shoving at his chest. He continued to kiss her, desperate need superseding all other emotions. Lucian wasn’t laughing anymore, his voice an outraged squawk as Lezard and Lenneth kissed. It was with extreme reluctance that he released Lenneth’s lips, Lezard ready to kiss her at the first sign of amusement.
“You’re mad you know.” She said quietly.
“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow at her. “How so?”
“To think you can become a God.” She shook her head no. “Let alone ruler of all Gods?!”
“I have very high ambitions.” Lezard grinned. “And you’ll see.” He added confidently. “You will be my side as I achieve them, one after another.” He kissed the side of her neck, feeling her squirm uncomfortably.
“You’ll be destroyed.” Lenneth said. “The Gods will strike you down before you can even make the attempt.”
“Ah but I think they are too busy with other things to be concerned with me. After all….” He chuckled into her skin, hand reaching down to cup her right breast. “I haven’t been struck down for doing this…” A smarmy grin was on his face as he gave a gentle squeeze, hearing her breath catch in her throat.
“What is he doing?!” Lucian shouted, unable to see from his vantage point against the wall. “Talk to me Lenneth…!”
“It’s nothing…” Lenneth said, a furious blush on her face as she stared into Lezard’s eyes. “He’s just trying to get a reaction out of me.”
“And it appears I have failed.” Lezard said, feigning disappointment. “I guess I will just have to try harder!” He continued to fondle her. shifting his hand so that it slid underneath the top of her bodice. She wore no bra, allowing him direct contact on her skin. His gloved fingers caught at budding nipple, working it over in a leathery caress, encouraging it to grow.
While he did this, he returned his attention to her neck, lips seeking out the pulse point that beat just under her skin. He fastened his lips on her skin, sucking hard and fast as Lenneth squirmed and tried to wiggle away from his groping hand. She had nowhere to go, trapped on his lap, his other hand holding onto her waist. Her hands moved, grabbing at his wrist, trying to pull it away, her head shaking no in a silent protest.
“Give in my dear…” His voice a low whisper, his teeth touching her neck. He bit down lightly on her skin, feeling her jump in place. His tongue licked away the sting of his teeth, Lezard letting out deep chuckles. “I want to hear you Lenneth…don’t try to hold back…not for this…”
“I’m not holding back!” She protested, her voice sounding distorted.
“You’re lying.” He told her, fingers pinching her nipple in punishment. A low whine escaped her, making him smile all the wider. Lucian appeared to be panicking, his chains rattling as he tried to move. “I’d advise you to remain still Lucian.” He called out, still playing with Lenneth’s nipple. “We wouldn’t want Bellion to slip and accidentally hurt you.”
“Bastard!” cursed Lucian, but the sound of the chains quieted down.
“A childish reaction of a desperate man.” Lezard laughed. Another quick kiss against her neck, Lezard trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. “This is your fault you know…Heh…” He smirked, letting go of her breast to catch at her hair. He pulled on it, gently but with enough force to move her head back, exposing the long lean line of her throat. “Lenneth would never have agreed to this if you hadn’t come here…” He rained kissed down the front of her throat, not missing the way she closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him.
“Don’t blame this on me!” gasped Lucian. “It’s your sick desires that make you do this!”
“How is what I want sick?” Lezard demanded, looking up from Lenneth’s throat. “I want the same thing you HAVE. Her love.”
“It’s different because I don’t take what I want!” Lucian snapped. “I earned it. I ask.”
“Ask?” Lezard snorted. “You’ll find I’m not so docile. I take what I want. But….” A shrug of his shoulder then. “Why am I wasting my breath on you? Lenneth will start to think she’s lost my attention! Don’t worry my dear, I find you as enchanting as ever.”
“Worrying was the last thing I was doing!” Lenneth said through gritted teeth.
“Ah…..then that is anticipation I see on your face?” questioned Lezard. He let go of her hair, letting her ease her head back into a more relaxed position.
“No!”
“Then what?” Lezard asked, touching her bodice. His fingers curled into the material, Lezard starting to tug down her dress.
“It’s disgust, you doofus!” shouted Lucian.
“Disgust?” wondered Lezard out loud. “Or the beginnings of arousal?” He watched as the dress slipped down lower, breasts starting to be revealed to his appreciative eyes. Her sleeves were also on the move, baring her shoulders. He kiss the one nearer to him, a wet pressing of his lips against her soft skin. Ever downwards went the dress, Lezard ceasing it’s movements when she was revealed down to the waist.
“Perfect…” Lezard praised her, and he shifted his hand, squeezing her in a tight hug as he began to remove his gloves. He threw the leather onto the floor, and with hands trembling with excitement, touched her skin. She felt as soft to his hands as she did to his lips, soft and silky smooth, Lezard luxuriating in the feel of her. His hands skirted up her waist, raising goose bumps in the wake of his fingers.
“Are you cold my dear?” Lezard whispered into her ear, feeling her shiver. “Fear not…I will warm you up momentarily.”
“Don’t bother…” Lenneth snapped, her words as stiff as her body.
“But I insist!” Lezard placed his hands over her breasts, just enjoying the roundness of her ample curves, feeling the heavy weight of her breasts against his palms. He held them for a few seconds, and then he flexed his fingers, watching her flesh bulge as he squeezed her. Lenneth made a sound, a low moan that he heard only due to his close proximity to her. “Do you like that Lenneth?” He asked, kissing her ear. “Shall I do it again?”
She shook her head, the movement fast, her hair falling forward to brush against her shoulders. He sighed, inhaling the scent of it, even as he squeezed her once more. “You should be more true to the feelings of your body.” He said. “Let yourself go Lenneth…feel free to enjoy yourself.” A grin then, saucy and wide. “I know I plan too.”
Her nipples were a hard contrast to the softness of her breast, two hard points that rubbed against his palms. He pressed down on them, rubbing in circles, trying to make her react. Except for her blush, there was none, Lenneth merely enduring his attentions quietly. She jumped when he bent his face over her chest, tongue starting out high, and trailing teasingly down the slope of her left one.
“What are you doing?!” She demanded, making him smirk.
“Lucian, just what have you been doing with Lenneth that she remains so….uneducated about the pleasures of her own body?” Lezard wondered out loud, moments before he took a taut nipple into his mouth.
“Stop it!” Lenneth cried out, grabbing at his face. She tried to push him away, and with a muted growl Lezard grabbed at her wrists, holding them still. She continued to order him to stop, alternating between demanding and pleading, Lezard sucking gently on her nipple. He let his tongue caress over it’s front, further stimulation that tickled and taunted her.
“Stop—–oooooh….” Her words turned into whimpered pleasure, Lenneth arching her back, driving her breasts into his face. Lezard transferred his grip on her wrists so that one hand held onto her, leaving the other free to touch her neglected breast. She mewled as he touched her, fingers kneading and caressing, glasses glinting as he rolled his eyes upwards to stare at her face. Lenneth was looking at him, shocked dismay on her blushing face. Smirking around her nipple, he gave two more hard sucks on it, and then he released it, letting the cold air hit it’s very wet point.
“Lenneth..” He breathed out her name, a husky whisper that had her shivering. “Stand for me…” He guided her off his lap, taking care to keep his hands holding onto her arms so she could not flee. The dress fell the rest of the way down her legs, leaving her standing in it’s crumpled mess, clad only in purple panties. He laughed, knowing his approval shown in his eyes. “Isn’t she marvelous Lucian?” He called out, Lezard’s tone mocking as he spoke to the boy. “I never get tired of looking at her…”
“Enjoy the sight while you can…” threatened Lucian. “Because when I get loose, the first thing I’m doing is tearing out your eyes!”
“You can certainly try.” Lezard was unconcerned, barely aware of what Lucian was saying. He was all eyes for Lenneth, just pausing to admire her body. “Don’t move…” He ordered her, hands going to the ties of her panties. A darker shade of purple, two tiny bows held the satin material in place. With a tug he unraveled them, letting the panty drift down and away from her body. Again he was speaking to Lucian, his breath coming out faster in his excitement.
“Do you like my handiwork Lucian?” Lezard wanted to know, hands going between Lenneth’s legs, urging them to part. “I took care to craft her new body down to the tiniest detail.” It was a critical eye he roamed over her body, checking to make sure he found no fault with what he saw. “Perfect.” He proclaimed, and with a tug, pulled her back down to the bed.
This time he pushed her so that she lay flat on her back, her hair splayed all around her, a silver blue halo around her slender frame. Lezard hovered above Lenneth, just staring down at her, for a second too excited to do anything to her. He went to kiss her again, his right hand going to the center of her legs, touching that soft cushion of flesh that guarded her most sacred spot.
“AH!!” Lenneth cried out, turning her face to the side so that his kisses fell on her jaw line. He didn’t care, continuing to kiss her as he stroked between her legs.
“You feel like satin to my fingers…” He told her. “Soft…” He dipped a finger into her opening, groaning with her as he felt how tightly she clenched around his finger. “And oh so tight!” He wiggled his finger, trying to loosen her up some. “Do you like that Lenneth? Does it feel good?”
“No!” She said around her gasps, eyes glaring at him.
“I think you’re lying…” He said, adding a second finger inside her, hearing her whimper. “I don’t like liars Lenneth…especially when the truth is so obvious to all to see. Shall we try it again? Will you tell me the truth?” His fingers plunged into her up to the base of his hand, Lenneth making the most delightful sound in response to his exploration. “How does it feel?”
“I…”
“Yes?” He slid his fingers in and out of her, eagerly watching the play of emotion on her face.
“Leave her alone, you jerk!” shouted Lucian.
“Does it drive you mad Lucian?” demanded Lezard, eyes locked onto Lenneth’s. “To know another man is causing her to make those pleased sounds? Ha ha. I think it’s obvious that she’s enjoying it…I just want her to admit it….for all to hear.”
“Lezard!” Her fingers clutched at the mattress’ sheets, digging her nails into the material. “Stop!”
“Tell me how it feels then!” Lezard told her, contemplating adding a third finger to her.
“It feels……it feels nice!” Lenneth cried out, lowering her eyes in shame.
“Good girl.” He kissed her then, one last plunging of his fingers inside her. “I think she should be rewarded for her honesty, don’t you Lucian?”
“Leave her alone!”
“Learn some new lines.” laughed Lezard, pulling back from Lenneth. He removed his fingers, holding them up to his lips. They glistened with wetness, and his tongue came out to lap at the liquid. “Delicious…” He saw Lenneth close her eyes at the sight, trying to block him out. It merely made him smirk, and with one last licking of his fingers, he was kneeling. His hands on her thighs caused her to open her eyes, Lenneth starting to sit up, panic-stricken.
“Easy…” He soothed her, voice a low whisper. He lifted up her left leg, placing a kiss just under her knee. He could feel the pull on her leg, Lenneth attempting to jerk back from his grip. He held on easily enough, taking a long wet lick of her skin. The sounds she made was interesting, titillating, Lezard slowly licking a path up her leg, and onto her inner thigh.
“Don’t…” She said, but it was a half hearted protest, her blue eyes darkening with desire.
“You have to have your reward Lenneth.” He said teasingly, breath blowing on her skin. He continued to dance his tongue on her thigh, tracing wet patterns over and around her skin. He could smell her arousal, Lezard sighing, luxuriating in the scent of her. He was teasing her, delaying reaching his destination at her center, wanting to hear her whine.
“Lezard….” She moaned out his name, sounding unsure of what she wanted. He chuckled at the doubt in her voice, a quick hard lick against the crease of her leg, right where it attached to her body, feeling her wiggle. She practically shoved her crotch into his face, a silent plea he was all to willing to answer. Gripping hold of her thighs with both arms, he pressed his mouth to her center, tongue probing at her velvet slit. Teasing flickers of his tongue against her clit, hearing Lenneth whine in desire.
“Lenneth?” Lucian, his voice small and doubtful. Surely he could hear the sounds that she made, and even he couldn’t deny what they meant. “Fight him!” came the whispered plea.
Lenneth didn’t appear to be listening, flopping bonelessly down against the mattress. Lezard circled all around her clit, so close yet so far, driving her mad with need. “Lezard!” She gasped. “Don’t tease me…”
“So impatient…” Lezard smirked. “And I’ve just started.” He kissed her clit then, lips pursed and ready to fasten onto that tiny nub of flesh. Lenneth practically sang, her voice a garbled moan of pleasure, the girl going wild when he began to suck on it. Her legs would have closed around his head if not for his firm grip, he could feel them trembling, her one leg bending and flexing at the knee.
Hard sucks on it, feeling her wiggle as she moaned. Lenneth let out a disappointed whine when he released her clit, Lezard sliding his tongue downwards. He explored her folds, feeling them grow wetter for his attention. He teased her, wiggling his tongue from side to side, lapping up her juices, even as Lenneth cried out. “Please…”
“Please?” He paused to look at her, his smirk firmly in place. “What are you asking me to do?” She fell silent, staring up at the ceiling, biting down on her lip to keep from answering. “Is it you want me to stop?” One last lick, slow, deliberate against her clit. “I will if you want me too.”
“No don’t!” came her panicked answer, and then she closed her eyes in humiliation.
“Lenneth…..” Lucian’s sad voice in reply.
Lezard stifled his laugher, eager to give Lenneth what she so desperately desired. His mouth caught at her clit, lips and tongue working it over furiously. Lenneth wiggled and writhed in reaction to his tender ministrations, and when his teeth scraped against it, she screamed, a magnificent display as she came. His face grew wet with her juices, her thighs drenched as it dribbled out of her. He continued to lick at her skin, trying to clean her and she practically wept, babbling nonsense at him.
Lenneth was breathing heavily, bare breasts rising and falling. He touched one, groping her right breast absentmindedly. “No….you can’t go to sleep not yet…” He told her, seeing the sleepy look in her eyes. “I won’t let you rest tonight…” He caught at her hands, pulling her up to a sitting position. He placed her hands on his shirt, urging her to work the buttons open. “Touch me Lenneth…help me undress…”
She was frowning, but her fingers moved, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Assured of her obedience in this matter, he released her hands, enjoying watching her undress him. Lenneth got the buttons undone, pulling his shirt out of his pants. Slowly she slid the material over his shoulders, easing it down his arms. She didn’t say anything as she looked at him, working quietly.
“Do you like what you see?” Lezard asked, suffering a moment’s doubt about his body. “I know I’m not as muscled as your warrior lover…not as fair skinned, but I’ve kept myself in shape over the years.”
“You’re fine.” It was as close to a compliment as he was going to get from her, Lenneth pulling the shirt free of his hands. He took it from her, tossing it down onto the floor, hearing the silk rustle as it crumpled. She hesitated, just looking at him, and he caught at her hands again.
“Now the pants.” He said, pulling her hands to his waist. Again that hesitation, Lenneth closing her eyes. “The pants!” A short bark of an order from him, pulling her hands to the laces of his trousers. Fumbling fingers pulled at the ties, working them open as slow as can be. He kept a firm grip on her wrists, not letting her pull back from her assigned task.
Lenneth got the strings undone, and with urging from Lezard, started to ease his pants downwards. Her fingers hooked over both pants and underwear, dragging them down. His erection sprang forth, free at last. Here Lezard suffered no doubts, confidant that he was at least as big as the warrior, if not bigger. He was proud of his dick, knowing he was long and thick, and he watched Lenneth stare at it with huge eyes.
“Lenneth? What’s going on?!” Lucian demanded, not liking how quiet things had become. “Talk to me!”
“It’s my dick Lucian.” Lezard laughed. “The sight of it has stolen away her voice.” He couldn’t stop his chuckles, finding dark amusement at the situation. “Do you think she likes what she sees?”
“Damn you!” cursed Lucian, his chains rattling once more.
“Touch it Lenneth.” Lezard ordered, standing between her spread legs. He guided her hands to his erection, sighing to feel her fingers glide listlessly over his skin. “You do know what to do, don’t you?” He asked. “Or is this another area Lucian has neglected?”
“Don’t talk to her like that!” snapped Lucian.
“It’s all right Lucian…” Lenneth sighed, taking hold of Lezard’s erection. Her fingers curled around it, stroking him hesitantly.
“Yes….like that…” Lezard sighed, staring down her through half lidded eyes. “But harder…be more bold in your handling of me…!”
“Don’t do it Lenneth!” Lucian pleading, a delightful sound to an already exciting situation. “It’s not worth it, I’m not worth going through this humiliation for!”
“Lucian…” Her hand paused, Lenneth moving to peer around Lezard’s body at Lucian. “You’re worth it to me.”
Lezard frowned, not liking the reminder that the warrior mattered to his love. “Eyes on me!” He said, touching her face. She looked at him, her eyes full of sadness. Lezard scowled, not wanting to see her look at him like that. The emptiness was better than seeing her near tears. “Move your hands…” He was resorting to barking out commands, sounding harsher than he wanted to be with her. But it got results, Lenneth stroking him, sliding down to the base of him. Her fingers touched his balls, a gentle kneading that stimulated and aroused him, making his dick grow even harder with excitement.
He leaned towards her, the tip of his cock touching her lips, a silent inquiry. Lenneth sighed, parting her lips, allowing him access to her mouth. Lezard moaned, loud and long, fighting against his impulse to start wanton thrusting. She was slow in her movements, it was almost torture waiting for Lenneth to take more of him into her. But it was a pleasurable kind of torture, her lips forming a wet seal at the base of his cock. His hands went to her hair, winding his fingers in the platinum strands, needing to exert some sort of control on the speed in which she moved. With just the slightest bit of pressure he guided her head to bob up and down the length of his cock.
“Oh yes….like that Lenneth….just like that…” His breath hissed out, Lezard giving voice to his approval. Her hands found their way to his rear, fingers gripping his ass for support as she sucked him. He felt her tongue swirling against the underside of his dick, and he moaned wordlessly. “You’re so good at this.” He praised her. seeing her roll her eyes upward to look at him. The look on her face was nearly his undoing, Lezard having to fight not to release in her mouth.
“Lenneth….I think…..ooooh yes…” More groans from him, feeling her suck hard on the tip. “I think that’s enough though…” With a gasp she released him, Lezard already mourning the loss of the warmness of her mouth. But a hotter spot awaited him, burning and moist, ready to bring them both pleasure.
Lezard leaned in to kiss her, tasting his essence on her lips. He didn’t care, it merely excited him more. Lenneth kissed back, perhaps eager to transfer the taste to him. With reluctance he pulled back from her, going to climb onto the bed next to her. Lezard smiled and laid down, making himself comfortable among the many pillows and cushions that littered the bed by the head board. Lenneth looked at him, slightly confused to see him on his back.
“You’re going to sleep on me?” She asked, and even to him, she sounded hopeful.
“Not quite!” Lezard laughed. “I want you to get on top Lenneth.” He was reaching for her, tugging her forward. “Straddle me with your legs spread…”
“Lenneth no! It’s still not too late to back out!” Lucian shouted. She hesitated, turning to look at Lucian, a frown on her face.
“Bellion? Gag him.” Lezard ordered, tugging on Lenneth’s hand. “It’s far too late to stop now.” He told her. “We’ve simply come too far…”
“But…”
“Remember our deal…” He fingered his throat. “Do you want his death on your conscience?”
“No.” Lenneth shook her head, pain in her eyes.
“Then take your rightful seat!” Lezard ordered, a giddy laugh escaping him. “That’s it…..such a good girl you are….so eager to please…” Her cheeks flaming, she squatted over his erection, looking anywhere but at Lezard. His hands touched her waist, lowering her down further so that her knees touched the mattress. Lezard groaned, feeling the head of his cock rub against her moist center. His arms tensed up, Lezard wanting to pull her down, impale her on his length in one swift movement. But he fought with himself, urging himself to be patient with her.
“Any time you’re ready…” Lezard said, his expression almost pained from the want, the need of her. Lucian made protesting sounds, the gag garbling his words. Lenneth reached down, holding his dick steady, and slowly began her descent downward. She cried out at the same time Lezard did, the man feeling her start to stretch to accommodate his size.
“So good.” Lezard purred, drawing out the syllables of his word. She was warm, and wet, and feeling like his own slice of paradise. And he was only half in her, feeling her slowly take him in an inch at a time. “Keep going…” He urged her, wanting to be in as deep as he could go. She sat down the rest of the way, Lezard feeling her wetness dribble down the sides of his cock.
He gave her a moment to just get used to him inside her, his hands still on her hips. And then he was moving, guiding her to glide up and down his shaft, Lezard bucking his hips, thrusting into her. Even though she was on top, he was in control, strong hands guiding the speed in which she rode him. He bounced her on his lap, harder and faster, hearing her cries, grinning to himself.
At some point he moved, going from laying half flat against the cushions to sitting upright, their bodies pressed against one another. He kissed her, tongues greedily lapping at each other, and all the while he burned. Lenneth was setting him on fire, his every sense was alive, tingling with the exquisite feel of her all around him. He ground her on top of him, fingers digging into the cleft of her ass, gripping her as tight as was humanly possible. Lezard ducked down his head to her breast, biting and nipping at a nipple, teasing her further.
And all the while Lucian continued to make pitiful noises, sounding like he was very close to tears. Again Lezard laughed, taking a moment to give her a quick kiss against her lips. “Tell me that you love me…” He suddenly whispered to her, staring into her eyes. They widened, Lenneth taking aback by his request.
“No!” She said, shaking her head no.
“Why not?” Lezard demanded. He thrust harder into her, hearing her let out a strangled gasp. “Tell me!”
“I won’t!” She protested, even as her body shook and quivered all around him. “I can’t!”
“I love you…” He told her, giving her a look of utmost possession. “You can say it back to me…it won’t cost you a thing to say those three words.”
“No…”
“I can make you Lenneth…” His voice turned threatening. “I can force you to tell me what I want to hear.”
“What? How?” She narrowed her eyes at him, suspicion shining clearly in the blue.
“Bellion? Bring Lucian here….” ordered Lezard, another moan escaping him. He heard Lenneth protest this, heard the clank of chains as Bellion labored to untie Lucian from the wall. A squeal from the boy, sounding very much like an angry pig, Lezard not taking his eyes off Lenneth. She seemed caught by his eyes, unable to turn and watch Bellion and Lucian’s progress.
Bellion drew near, effortlessly holding Lucian in place before him, shoving the boy to his knees. He was in view of the bed, and Lezard caught sight of him out the corner of his eye. How pale his face was, a mixture of horror and disgust in his eyes as he watched Lenneth bounce and wiggle on top of Lezard.
“I’m going to make this very simple for you Lenneth…” Lezard said, hips speeding up faster and faster. “You will make a confession of love, one way or another. Tell me what I want to hear or….I’ll kill him dead before your very eyes!”
Lucian shook his head no, muffled voice rising in protest. He begged and pleaded with Lenneth with his eyes not to give in, but she wasn’t looking at him. No, she was staring at Lezard in horror.
“Decide quickly Lenneth…” Lezard moaned. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer…”
“Ah…” She moaned as she bounced, indecision playing out on her face. At last her expression crumpled into resignation, and she was whispering something to him.
“Louder Lenneth!” order Lezard. “Lucian and I can’t hear you!”
“I….” She closed her eyes, breathing abnormal. A shaky breath, and then she was looking at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “I love you.” With a wild shout, Lezard erupted into pure bliss, shooting his release into her. A cry of disgust from Lenneth, Lezard grabbing her to keep her still on top of him. He thrust several more times into her, cock working overtime to pour out all his sperm.
“I love you…” He murmured, hugging her against his chest, feeling himself start to go limp inside her. “Oh how I love you!” With an excited laugh, he was falling against the pillows, still keeping her trapped against his front.
Such a lovely reminder of Dark Drabble, and such a great fic thus far.