Coercion 03

She listened to him laugh, Lezard falling back against the pillows, pulling her so that she stayed pressed against his front. She could feel him inside her, Lenneth shuddering as she felt him spurt his sticky hot essence into her. She wanted to get up, but Lezard squeezed her tighter, holding her in place on his lap, keeping them connected. Laughter in his eyes, he bent his head towards her, foreheads touching each other, Lenneth feeling his glasses bump against her cheeks.

“I love you…” He was whispering those words, over and over again, a prayer offered up to her. She hated hearing them on his lips, hated that he said them to her. A muffled whimper from Lucian, reminding her of his presence, of her duty to him. “I love you.” Lezard repeated, Lenneth forcing herself to say the words back to him at his urging.

His smiled widened, pure delight in his eyes, Lezard moving to capture her lips. She kissed him back, emotions deadened to the sensations of his lips churning against hers. Lucian snarled, words muffled by the gag, making Lenneth feel like she had betrayed him in the worst way possible. But she had had no choice, it was either submit to Lezard and all his mad whims, or see her love destroyed.

That was something she would not, could not allow, wishing she could make Lucian understand she gave in for him. Lenneth had to keep reassuring herself that she had done the right thing, knowing in this situation it had been her only option. She’d kill Lezard for this, she’d find a way even if she had to use her bare hands. She’d see Lucian set free, see them both escape from this madman, Lenneth praying Lucian could forgive her for sleeping with the necromancer.

There was small comfort in the fact that she hadn’t enjoyed the actual act of being penetrated by Lezard, Lenneth finding the situation too distasteful to orgasm. Lezard didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps he just simply did not care, ecstatic in his triumph over them both. He was still working away at her mouth, pleased by the way she kissed him back, dutiful doting meant to keep him from turning his attention on Lucian.

Lucian. She could see him struggling out the corner of her eye, the man forced down on his knees so that his head was level with the bed. Bellion kept a tight grip on his arms, bending them behind his back. It had to hurt, and yet Lucian ignored the pain, fighting to get free. She knew if he could, he’d make a move towards Lezard, and she feared the mage would strike him dead on the spot.

She shifted, feeling the mess Lezard had released inside her, oozing out her body, coating her thighs with his sperm. She schooled her expression to be blank, trying not to show her distaste at such a feeling, her head turned to the side. Lezard continued to kiss at her skin, lips on her cheek with a hand holding onto her shoulder, still keeping her on him.

Lenneth risked meeting Lucian’s eyes, taken aback by the pain that shone in them, raw hurt that colored his baby blue eyes. She tried to convey her sorrow with her own eyes, begging him to forgive her. Her heart felt a stab of pain when he suddenly looked away, jerking his head to the side to avoid the sight of her. Lenneth nearly made a protesting whine, body tensing up as though she wanted to go to him and force him to look at her.

“I’m sorry…” She whispered, voice so soft not even Lezard could make out her words. He pulled away from her skin, a question on his lips.

“What was that beloved?” She said nothing in reply, watching as a sly smile etched it’s way onto his face. “Lucian…did you enjoy the show?” He laughed when Lucian whipped his head back to the front, eyes narrowed into a glare, enraged sounds emitting from his muffled lips. “Bellion, the gag if you please. Remove it.”

“You sick, disgusting bastard!” Lucian exclaimed, spittle flying from his mouth. “How could you do that to her?! How could you…you..force yourself on her body?! I’ll kill you for this!”

“Oh?” Lezard was lifting her, guiding her up just enough so he could pulled out of her body, Lenneth feeling shame as Lucian’s eyes watched. Her love stared too intently, eyes picking up every detail as more come dripped out of her. She wanted to tell him not to look, but Lezard was already talking, leaving her to sit on top of him. “So quick to show anger, to threaten me. Is it disgust with yourself you feel? That you failed her? Do you feel revulsion to know she did it for you, that she would have never come to my bed if you hadn’t pursued her? Or….” A perverse leer on his face, Lenneth shivering at the sight of it. “Is it something more?”

“More?” Lucian asked, frowning.

“You’ve gotten hard.” Lezard said, and she felt her eyes widen in shock. Lucian shook his head, protesting this, Lezard speaking over his no. “Who is the sick one now? The pervert who got off watching the woman he claims to love lie with another man?!” Abrasive laughter from Lezard, his hands holding onto Lenneth’s waist, keeping her from rolling off him.

“Ah but who can blame you. She is lovely.” His hands were touching her, soft caresses meant to make her squirm. “Any normal man would have reacted to see her beauty, to see her in the flush of arousal.” Lezard talked as though she wasn’t in the room, voice almost casual as he made comments to Lucian. “To see her breasts bouncing hard, to see the glisten of sweat on her body, to hear her voice as she squealed. Such special moments are to be treasured are they not?”

“Bastard!” Lucian pulled, almost lunging towards the bed, Bellion keeping him down on his knees.

Lezard merely laughed, his hands touching her breasts, smiling as her nipples crinkled, quick to react to his touch. “Of course…I understand your anger. Lenneth did admit to loving me…”

“Only because you threatened his life!” Lenneth was quick to interject, glaring at him.

“Oh such devotion you feel towards him!” Lezard exclaimed, a wistful sigh escaping him. “How lucky you are Lucian….I wonder if you realize that. Hmph.” A snort, Lezard starting to laugh again.

“Stop laughing you smug asshole!” Lucian shouted, body tense and shaking with anger. “You haven’t won yet, she doesn’t love you. She never will!”

“Careful how you respond to that!” Lezard said sharply as Lenneth parted her lips, ready to agree with her love. “It’s still not too late for Lucian to have a little accident.”

“You promised!” Lenneth hissed, frowning as Lezard shrugged his shoulders.

“Did I? I don’t seem to remember making any promises of the kind.” Lezard smirked. “But for your continued obedience, I’ll consider keeping him around.”

“No, Lenneth, don’t!” Lucian shouted, voice demanding. “Don’t sell yourself any further to him. Don’t lower yourself to his level!”

“Ah that is a point. How far are you willing to go for Lucian? Is your love deep enough to give yourself to me again and again?” He was grinning, but his eyes were angry, Lenneth realizing Lezard almost wished she’d say no. Her refusal would refute her love, be as though she admitted to not loving Lucian as much as she claimed. And as much as Lezard wanted her compliance, he wanted her heart free even more.

“I already told you I would do anything for his continued well being.” Lenneth said, Lezard nodding at her words.

“Yes, you really would, wouldn’t you?” He asked, studying her face. “Perhaps someday…” His hand was touching her face, pushing back the hair that clung to her cheeks. “Perhaps someday you’ll feel that way about me.”

“That will never happen!” Lucian said, speaking for her. She glanced at him, but he was all eyes for Lezard, an open challenge in his gaze. She wanted to ask why he wouldn’t look at her, but she didn’t dare while Lezard was around.

“He’s right you know.” Lenneth said, not looking at Lezard. “I will never love you…” Lezard flinched as though her words had the power to hurt him, Lucian letting out a short burst of laughter.

“Then I guess I will have to be satisfied with your body alone.” Lezard said, placing one hand on her ass, the other reaching to cup her breast. His touch sent her squirming, Lenneth trying to avoid his grasp.

“Leave her alone!” Lucian snapped, bristling with anger.

“Bellion?” The green skinned creature made an acknowledging grunt, eager for his master’s instruction. “Remove this….insect from my sight.” Bellion began drawing Lucian up off his knees, Lucian struggling, trying to lunge towards the bed.

“What are you going to do now?” Lenneth asked, her tone fearful. Lezard smiled at her, hands still wandering all over her body.

“Calm your fears beloved. Lucian won’t be dying this day.” Lenneth hardly found Lezard’s words reassuring, quick to note how he stressed that Lucian’s reprieve from death was only temporary for the moment. “No…I merely seek to make Lucian more comfortable in my home.” He smirked, amused. “Bellion, the dankest dungeon in my tower if you please. And be sure to add extra chains around him. Heh…that’ll take some of the fight out of him.”

Bellion nodded his head, seeming to show no sign of strain as he pulled the struggling, cursing Lucian towards the room’s door. Lenneth must have tensed up, because Lezard’s arms wrapped around her, the man crushing her against his chest, intent on keeping her from getting up off the bed. She tried to push free, body grinding against him, hearing him let out an excited sound.

The door slam shut, leaving her all alone with Lezard, and the nervousness she felt increased ten fold. Lenneth did not like being alone with Lezard at the best of times, she especially was displeased to be alone with him when she was naked, body dirtied by his. He was smiling at her, eyes glittering as he watched her struggles, the man patient as he waited for her to tire herself out.

“Yes that’s it….relax…” He said, voice low in tone. She settled against him with a sigh, body still tense, skin crawling a his touch. Lezard smiled happily, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head, making himself comfortable against the pillows. He kept his arms wrapped around her, hands flat against her back, stroking his fingers over her spine.

Her cheek pressed against his chest, she could hear the faint beating of his heart, a calm, steady pace compared to the frantic beating of her own. Lezard was murmuring to her, voice soft, meant to be soothing as his hands massaged her back. She wondered if he was trying to lull her to sleep, Lenneth finding she was anything but tired.

Lucian. She closed her eyes to hide the sorrow that came to them as she thought of her love. She had been astonished to see him here, but upon finding him chained to the wall, being whipped by Lezard had almost been too much for her. It kept hope from building, shocked dismay to think he had been captured. All this time as Lezard’s prisoner, and only one thing had kept her going. That Lucian was out there somewhere, searching for her. Lenneth knew he would never give up, and she had been content to endure Lezard’s attention, confidant Lucian would arrive to save her.

Never did she dream her hero would be captured and so easily, their positions reversed, Lucian the one in distress, dependent on her to save him. Lucian had sorely underestimated the depths of her love for him if he thought she would not be willing to do anything to keep him from death. She’d lie with Lezard a thousand times over if it meant Lucian could go on living even a minute longer.

Aside from the obvious worry she held for Lucian’s well being, she wondered how he had come to be here. How he had found her. She hoped he had let others know where he had gone, prayed he had left some sort of clue for Freya and the others to follow.

“Lenneth…” Lezard’s voice intruded on her thoughts, his hands still caressing her. “What are you thinking about, my dear? Is it me?”

“No…” She opened her eyes, peering up at him. “You don’t want to know.”

“Ah but I do.” Lezard insisted. “I want to know and share everything with you. Nothing should be kept secret from us!” She said nothing, just looked at him, and he smiled at her. “Please.”

“It’s Lucian.” She said softly, seeing the way his eyes hardened with displeasure. “I can’t stop thinking about him. What is he doing here, how did he find us? Was there any others with him, or did he come alone?” Now it was his turn to be silent, lips pressed into a thin line. “Please….I need to know…”

“What does it matter?” Lezard asked her, his hands going still on her back. “He is here, and that’s all you need to know.”

“Why won’t you tell me anything?!” She demanded, feeling angry with him.

“It’s not important…” Lezard replied. “You need not worry about anything while you are with me.”

“I think the opposite is true!” Lenneth snapped, glaring. “Especially when you won’t keep your hands to yourself, and you make me hostage to your demands or else Lucian…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “Please…let him go. I promise I’ll stay with you always if you just set him free.”

“You’ll stay with me regardless of whether or not Lucian is here.” Lezard smirked. “His presence here just makes you more compliant.”

“Damn you.” She tried to sit up, pushing at his chest. “I hate you!”

“No, the words you mean to say is I love you Lezard, I adore you.” He corrected her, hands grabbing onto her arms, holding her wiggling form against him. “And as long as you want Lucian to remain in good health, you’ll not utter such hateful words again!”

She glared at him, eyes stormy, trying to think of what she could say back. She settled for taking on a pleading tone, trying to appeal to him. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. I’ll play the part of the enamored lover, you need never know I feel nothing but contempt for you, if only you’d let him go…”

“I think you have ulterior motives my dear.” Lezard said, and suddenly he was moving, sliding an arm underneath her legs. She made a startled sound, finding he was lifting her up, other arm secure around her back as he moved off the bed. “You want him free so he can run back to Asgard and alert the others to your whereabouts.”

“No!” She protested as he carried her, knowing it was the truth. “I’d stay with you. My word is my unbreakable bond once given.”

“Perhaps in time you shall prove that to me. Until then, Lucian stays here.” Lezard said, his tone firm.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked, feeling dejected by his words. Lezard smiled, the look mysterious as he carried her towards a door opposite of the one Lucian and Bellion had exited through. “Lezard?” He turned, bumping his hip against the door, the wood opening to admit them into another room. It was smaller than the bedroom, a chamber of pale blue tiles and white marble, an ivory bath tub situated on bronze feet against one wall.

“I think bathing together shall prove to be most refreshing.” Lezard said, carrying her towards the tub.

“Why do I get the feeling you are only going to get me more dirty?” Lenneth muttered, to which Lezard let out a a short bark of laughter, amused by her words.

“Lenneth my love, you have a dirty mind.” He teased her, gently setting her down next to the tub. She stood uncertainly next to him, watching as he leaned over the tub, hands turning the handle, water gushing outwards. He held a hand under the faucet, testing the temperature, fingers making adjustments, and then he climbed in.

“Come Lenneth.” A hand was stretched out to her, an invitation to take hold of it. She hesitated, but his smile did not waver, Lezard urging her closer with a wiggle of his fingers. Warily she took it, Lezard pulling her towards him, his other hand reaching out to touch her waist. He guided her over the edge of the tub, Lenneth sinking into the water, finding it’s temperature just right.

The tub was small, two people just barely fit in it, Lenneth forced to sit between Lezard’s legs, her back to his chest. She nearly jumped when she felt his fingers in her hair, the man working to unwind her braid, the ends of it floating in the water. “You’re so tense.” Commented Lezard, hands running through her hair, over and over again. “You need to relax…”

“I’m as relaxed as I can be considering the circumstances!” She said hotly, still thinking of Lucian.

“I think you can do much better.” Lezard said, hugging her from behind. She went still at his touch, finding his lips by her ear, kissing the shell of it. “Let me take care of you. Wash away your worries…”

“It won’t be that simple….” Lenneth whispered, watching as Lezard dipped his hands into the water. Hands cupped together, he brought scoopfuls of the warm liquid towards her, letting it trickle down the slope of her chest.

“Oh?” More handfuls of water, the warmth a direct contrast to the chill she felt at being so close to him. She continued to watch his hands, seeing how the water flowed down her breast, pooling into drops at the tips of them, dangling before falling back into the tub. So far he was behaving, merely washing her as promised.

“How can I be anything but tense when you hold the man I love prisoner?” She asked, and heard his drawn in breath hissing in her ear. His hands faltered for a second, then dribbled water across her belly, fingers accidentally brushing her skin.

“I don’t like reminders that it not me that holds your heart….not yet at any rate.” His tone was almost casual, but she sensed the warning in his words. “Never refer to that blond oaf as your love again, do you understand?”

She held back a grimace, knowing the expression was lost on him when he couldn’t see her face. “I understand.” She sighed, grateful that at least he couldn’t stop her thoughts, couldn’t police her true feelings.

“Good.” Somewhere Lezard had produced a wash cloth, drawing it across her stomach. It dipped down lower on her body, Lenneth tensing up as he brushed the cloth against her womanhood. His chuckles echoed in her ear, Lezard using one hand to part her lips, gently rubbing the towel along her center. She made a noise, shifting her hips, trying to stand and he chided her. “Ah ah ah…mustn’t run away before you are clean Lenneth.”

“I can do it myself.” She said, reaching for the wash cloth, trying to tug it away from her body. He held on, still laughing at her. She gave up on the cloth, grabbing at his wrist instead, and he reached with his one hand to snag her hand, keep her from pulling his away. Lenneth hissed in frustration, the sound turning to a whine as he brushed the cloth over her clit. He rubbed vigorously over it, and she gasped, feeling him press more firmly against her back, his lips kissing her shoulder.

“Lezard stop!” Lenneth said, her tone begging, her body hunching forward, trying to get away from his. He followed her, the soft cotton material feeling odd against that sensitive bit of flesh, making Lenneth bite her lip to stifle her moans.

“Spread your legs some more for me.” Lezard purred in her ear, abandoning the wash cloth to touch her directly. She stared as that yellow cloth floated to the top of the water, reluctantly letting her legs open more, as wide as she could in the narrow confines of the tub. Lezard’s fingers were touching her, stroking along her folds, the man licking at the side of her neck.

She stared straight ahead, trying to ignore him, trying to block out what he was doing. She almost succeeded in not crying out when he dipped a finger inside her, body bucking back against his as she attempted to avoid him. A second finger was adding to her, Lezard scissoring them apart. Wiggling, rubbing, fingertips caressing inside her, and then he suddenly curled them, hooking his fingers against a spot that had her seeing stars.

She nearly went limp with relief when he withdrew his fingers, hands touching her knees, idly rubbing her skin. “All clean.” He proclaimed with a laugh, and her cheeks burned, a mixture or anger and embarrassment within her. His hands moved, going to grip the edge of the tub, and he pushed up, water splashing all around as he stood. She remained seated, not even turning to look at him, feeling him move behind her as he got out of the tub.

His footsteps padded across the floor, and soon he returned, a towel wrapped around his waist. Another one was in his hands, spread out wide and waiting for her. Wordlessly she stood, climbing over the tub, allowing him to gently pat down her body. He then wrapped it around her, Lenneth tucking the towel into place, quiet when he moved to pick her up.

Neither of them said anything, Lezard carrying her back into the bedroom, Lenneth’s hands holding onto him. He deposited her gently onto the bed, and quickly moved to join her, crawling towards her eyes looking predatory. “I won’t let you sleep anytime soon Lenneth.” Lezard told her, and then kissed her. Even as his lips worked to coax open her mouth, his hands were reaching for her towel, eager to pull it open.

Lenneth sighed, resigned to her fate. She could only hope and pray that he would eventually tire himself out. It might be her only chance to sneak away and see Lucian. Even as Lezard touched her, making her squirm, her thoughts were with her love, desperate to see with her own eyes the conditions of his imprisonment. She just had to endure Lezard for a little while longer, her mind’s voice whispered to her.