Drabble 06

                                Inevitable

   This was a train wreck….Yes, this is not work safe…and kinda sad….or a lot…Hell, the last line depressed me! I definately need to work on something happier for these two. This might just be one version of how this mad interlude plays out. The C ending if you will…Not my best writing either….

The Valkyrie meant everything to him. She was his eternal beloved, his Goddess, the one good thing he clung to in this wretched existence he called life. She was shining and beautiful, wholesome and clean. She could reduce him to a cowering mess with her words, and lift him up to new heights of pleasure with just a smile. She was balance, equaling both parts of a whole, making him strive to be a better person, to redeem himself even as he sinned against her again and again.

It was a cruel trick of the Gods, locking his redemption and damnation in one single, slender form. Tempting him with porcelain skin, and pouty pink lips. Her beauty was undeniable, as was his love for her. But at the moment something darker colored his love, his devotion twisting, becoming horrid and vile. It gathered in strength as he descended upon her flesh, growing larger and more immense. It wanted to cloud his mind, drive all reason away, reduce him to nothing more than actions and feelings.

For now he let it win, let his dark desire run free upon her skin, much as his hand and mouth were doing. His lips were on her breast, short reverent kisses that had Lenneth straining against his steel grip, desperate to get her hands free. Lezard squeezed down harder, trying to get her to stop, knowing her pale wrists would be bruised by tomorrow morning. He promised he’d make it up to her later. Somehow, someway Lezard would find the means to make this all okay. But for one brief moment, he wanted to indulge himself, free of guilt and of thought.

His free hand was on her, touching her left breast. His shaking hand grew confident, and his fingers grasped her round flesh, giving her a light squeeze. Lezard felt Lenneth try to jerk away, and he watched fascinated as her breasts bounced. Again he was touching her, that light squeezing touch, watching in delight as she tried to wiggle free of his grip. He pressed his palm down on her breast, curving his hand around her. She was the perfect weight in his hands, large enough that he couldn’t hold all of her at once. But by the Gods, he wanted to make that effort!

Lezard was lowering his face to her breast again, staring at her nipples. The color and the texture, everything was perfect! They were small, just starting to bud, more to do with fear than any enjoyment Lenneth was feeling. He was determined to change that, and he stroked his finger down the center of that hardening nub. He danced circles upon her skin, teasing her. She stiffened under his hands, and he rewarded her with a kiss. Opening his mouth wide to claim that nipple, touching his tongue to the tip of it.

“Stop!” Lenneth, her voice begging him sweetly. This wasn’t right, she should have been asking him to continue. She had in his fantasies, fallen into his arms willing and ready. But here she was, and the reality had her telling him no over and over again. Reality be damned, he thought, beginning to lightly suck down on her. The taste of her was exquisite, his eyes falling close as he enjoyed the feel of her in his mouth.

There was constant movement, both from her and from him. He didn’t neglect her other breast, letting his hand play along the skin, fingers teasing and pinching her nipple. Lenneth was still talking to him, but her voice faded away to the back of his mind, only the tone mattered. At times she was commanding, angry that her orders went unheeded. Other times she sounded near tears, and it pained him to hear her reduced to that. But he didn’t stop, even as another voice joined hers. It was in fact his voice, low and breaking with emotion. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He realized he was murmuring the phrase over and over into her chest, his mouth leaving a wet ring around her nipple.

Pathetic. He was lower than dirt, violating her in one breath, while begging for forgiveness in the other. Lezard had always thought of himself as strong, now he knew himself to be the weakest of the weak. He was overcome with emotions, surprised to feel wetness on his cheeks. He raised his fingers to his face, coming away with tears. Lezard was unsurprised to see Lenneth mirrored him in this regard, the two in perfect synch for once.

Perhaps he could have stopped himself in that instant. He should have stopped! Why didn’t he?! He fought with himself, oh how he fought! Lezard was sure the battle played out on his face, the emotions running the gamut from desire, to compassion and guilt. But ultimately lust won out, and he was lowering his mouth to her chest once more. His drying tears mingled with the taste of her, adding salt to tantalize his tongue. Was it his imagination, or was Lenneth arching into his mouth? Such thoughts emboldened him, encouraged him to continue his pleasurable assault.

A low whine of pleasure came from Lenneth, the Valkyrie biting down on her lower lip, clearly ashamed. “No don’t do that.” Lezard begged her. Was he asking her to stop her voice, or to let it ring out? Either option only added to his excitement, making his actions more frenzied. He couldn’t stay by her chest forever, and yet he feared what he would do should he try to move on.

“AHHH!!” Lenneth again, louder this time. She wiggled and squirmed underneath him. If she would just stop that delightful movement of hers, maybe he could think clearly! Even stop! But it was too hard to concentrate with her body rubbing against his. He was freeing her wrists, hands dropping down to her skirts. Her legs were lost in a sea of silk, voluminous swaths of material that impeded his quest.

Lenneth’s hands were in his hair, rough and pulling, trying to draw his attention away from his current task. Lezard ignored her attempts at distraction, biting back a cry as her nails scratched in his scalp. Slowly but surely his hands found their way to her thighs, Lezard shivering in delight as his hands traveled upwards. His fingers were brushing against the cotton of her panties, hesitating. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. His fingers were sliding under the waistband, insistent and demanding. A losing battle? Wait, that was wrong….there was no battle…he had already given up. He had simply come too far to stop now.

“This is destiny…” Lezard muttered, yanking down her panties in one swift movement. He bit back an unhappy chuckle. Destiny, how cliche. Lezard had always scoffed at the idea of inevitability. He believed nothing was set in stone, that mankind made their own fate the Gods be damned. And yet, now in this moment, he felt a flicker of doubt. Was there such a thing as fate, of set destiny? Was this act preordained, this outcome unavoidable from the moment Lenneth had first set foot in his tower?

Lezard gave a toss of his head, taking hold of her hands only long enough to draw back from them. He was avoiding her eyes again, his hands fumbling with his belt. His eagerness made him clumsy, Lezard cursing up a storm as he tried to do undo his belt. At last the clasp came undone, and he slid it free of it’s loop. He had an easier time with the laces of his breeches, snapping the string apart easily enough. He wasn’t even bothering to disrobe fully, just opening his pants enough that he was revealed to her.

Grasping her legs, he pulled her closer to the edge of the table. His breath was growing ragged, his glasses fogging up as he positioned himself at her entrance. It was then that he looked up at her, rubbing along the creased folds of her center. ~Ah bliss!~ He let out a moan at the feel of her, teasing himself by not thrusting in. Lenneth made a sound, a strangled gasp in her throat, drawing his attention to her face. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, her blue eyes narrowed in a glare, even as she cried. Silent tears that dripped wetly down her face, speaking volumes of her distress.

Lezard was almost lost to the feel of her, still hesitating just before his goal. There was a voice whispering in his ear, telling him it was not too late, that he could still stop this. He rudely shoved that voice to the back of his mind, forming a prison of concrete walls around it’s protests. It was too late to stop, he knew that he had already lost her trust by coming this far. He could have something else in it’s place, something wonderful but fleeting. Sex in place of trust….hardly an equal exchange. It just wasn’t fair!

~ Everything I’ve worked for is lost.~ Lezard thought dully. With a cry born of pleasure and pain, he thrust into her, shattering any hopes he had ever had of obtaining her love.