Extra 10

                                    Love Potion

Her hand met his cheek, a resounding slap of flesh, followed by an angry shout. “How dare you!” Venom dripped off each word, and Lenneth narrowed her eyes into a glare, staring at the man who stood before her. His face was red, lips still puckered from the kiss he had attempted to steal, eyes looking far too amused by her anger. “That’s the last time you’ll ever touch me!”

She attempted to slide past him, her intent to put distance between them. A table, a room, half a continent’s worth she would settle for. Instead he lashed out, hand speeding forward to snag her by the arm. “Ah what a shame…” Lezard said, his tone flippant as he threw her against the wall. Her armor clanged loudly, clattering against the stones. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this but…” He was shrugging then, reaching into his pocket for something.

Lenneth struggled against his hold on her, hating that he now possessed the strength of a God. “Let go of me!” She snapped, jerking violently on her arm. He merely chuckled, still rummaging about in his clothing.

“I think a change is in order…” He smiled then, hand slowly withdrawing from his pocket. She lobbed curses at him, spit punctuating her words, startling him with the harshness of her language. “Oh yes…” Lezard said, faintly bemused. “Your attitude definitely needs improvement.”

“My attitude is not the problem…” Lenneth shot back. “You are foul, your heart is as black as your soul, tis a cruel joke that I must continue to suffer your loathsome presence! I…” She trailed off, eyes widening as she saw what was in his hand.

It was a needle, large and gleaming, with a vial of pale green juice attached to one end. A fat droplet of the liquid pearled on one end of the needle, threatening to fall free at any minute. She shouldn’t have, and yet she did, shivering as she stared. “What is that?!” Lenneth demanded, still giving pulls on her arm.

“The answer to all our problems…” Lezard grinned, and then he was driving the point of the needle into her captured arm, making Lenneth scream out. It was more from shock than any pain she felt, her eyes helpless as she watched the contents of the vial empty out into her arm. A wild shriek from her, Lenneth punching at him with her other fist. He let go of her arm to fend her off, the needle falling to the floor. She stepped on it with her boot, hearing it snap but it was already too late. Whatever that poison was, it was in her, coursing through her veins and she damned Lezard for doing this to her.

“Calm down Valkyrie!” Lezard was shouting, shaking her in an attempt to get her to focus on him. Her fists continue to beat against his chest, Lenneth shaking with every hit landed.

“Calm down?!” She laughed then. “How can I?! What did you do to me?!”

“Something to make you love me.” Was his answer, and more of her laughter issued out of her.

“Love?! You?!” A sneer was on her face, her eyes full of disbelief. “As if I could ever love one as disgusting as you! You are a monster, a defiler of souls. You’re a wretched, filthy pervert…You’re…” She blinked, seeing his image waver before her, her hands ceasing their motion. “You’re twisted and insane….you…” She grabbed onto his shirt, fingers digging into the material for support, her legs feeling shaky. She shook her head, trying to clear the sight of two Lezard’s blurring in front of her, and opened her mouth, ready to continue her tirade. “You don’t deserve love from anyone! Let alone me…you….you pig! You’re an abomination..a…you’re a…”

He was staring at her, cringing back from each word she said, as though they inflicted more damage than her fists had been capable of. Lenneth couldn’t help but notice how sad Lezard looked, the pain in his eyes at her words, and she felt a flinch of guilt to be the cause of it. Guilt?! She shook her head, and let out a laugh. If anything she should be glad to hurt him, revel in it, and she parted her lips, ready to continue her insults of him.

“You’re a….a…” Funny….she couldn’t seem to think of the words she wanted to say. Not while he was staring at her with that lost expression on his face. “A…..” Her tongue felt heavy, the words refused to come forth. “You’re cruel….you’re heartless…you’re wonderful!” She started, Lenneth pausing in disbelief. Where had that last one come from?!

“Wonderful am I?” He chuckled then, amused. Her expression turned stony, and she shook her head.

“Beast! Soul Defiler! Necromancer!” She labeled him, angry at herself for that slip up of the tongue. “Where is the wonderfulness in those things?! The goodness? You wretched, little man! You…” She gasped, another compliment falling free of her lips. “….handsome, charming man…..” Lenneth slapped her hands over her mouth before she could say any more, staring in horror at Lezard.

“Go on…” He taunted her with a grin. “Continue to sing my praises Lenneth….” Lezard was grabbing at her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. “Tell me what you REALLY think of me.”

“I….you….disgust….enchant me….” She faltered, cheeks turning red in shame. “I…love…” She bit down on her tongue, tasting blood, stopping herself from telling him that she loved him.

Lezard tsked, and pulled her against him. His hands were touching her face, wiping at the blood that trickled out the corner of her mouth. “You shouldn’t harm yourself Lenneth….” She sighed, horrified to find herself leaning into his touch. “Don’t fight your feelings for me….give in…” He urged, and then was kissing her, and she screamed into his mouth. At the same time she was clinging to him, holding onto his shoulders, wantonly pressing herself closer to him.

“NO!!” She cried, and it was a mighty effort for Lenneth to push away from him. She leaned against the wall, panting heavily, staring in horror at him. Her blood was on Lezard’s lips, the mage smiling.

“No? Don’t you mean yes?” He asked, and he stepped closer to her. Once again they were kissing, and she found it even harder to pull away this time. Lezard laughed at the stricken expression on her face, eyeing her up and down, licking his lips. His hands reached for her, touching her armor, and she lashed out, trying to prevent him.

“STOP!”

“Stop?” He arched an eyebrow, frowning at her. Then smiled. “Perhaps you’d like to strip for me Lenneth?”

“You’re mad if you think I would do such a thing….” And yet her hands were touching her back, undoing the claps of her breastplate. She listened in horror to it hitting the floor, shivering in her white dress. Her hands were still on the move, snapping off her shoulder pads, sliding off her gauntlets. Lezard was laughing, his eyes utterly delighted as he watched her removing her armor.

“Yes….” He breathed out, watching as she fingered the straps of her dress. “That too…that most of all….”

Her fingers were frozen, Lenneth unable to complete the move, yet unable to lower her hands. She stood like a statue, staring at him, body trembling as she fought with herself. Lezard’s face showed his impatience, he stepped towards her, hands grabbing at the waistline of her dress. She gasped as he tore it down, her breasts bouncing free of the material. She found she could move after all, and with an embarrassed cry, she was covering her chest with her arms.

Again that infernal laughter from him, Lezard amused by her discomfort. “Let me see you…” He ordered, and she complied, lowering her arms to her sides. She turned redder yet, hearing his sharp intake of breath as he gazed upon her breasts. “Magnificent…” He purred, and was touching her then, fingers kneading, making her gasp. Lenneth wiggled, she squirmed, and yet it didn’t occur to her to push him away.

“Stop…” She muttered weakly, every nerve in her body wanting to tell him to keep going. “Don’t touch me…”

He ignored her, bending over her chest as though to get a better look. His finger poked and prodded at her nipples, and she could feel his breath on one, the mage too close for comfort. He mouthed one of her breasts, doing desperate, greedy sucks that had her mewling. “Lezard!” Now she touched him, and she pulled on him, bringing him right up against her, even as she moaned.

Her eyelids lowered, Lenneth seeking to block out the sight of Lezard suckling at her chest. “N….no!” ~YES!~ His mouth was warm and wet, tongue swirling across the top of her nipple, his teeth biting, lightly pulling on that hard bit of flesh. It caused her to cry out, back arching, and she shook her head. Lezard murmured something to her, but she couldn’t make out the words over her cries, Lenneth shaking and shuddering against him.

Lezard pulled back, straightening to peer into her eyes, and she leaned forward, falling into his waiting arms. She held onto him, trembling against him as she listened to the beating of his heart. His hands were in her hair, petting her, and again he was speaking to her. She frowned, shaking her head no, feeling a wave of dizziness come over her.

He gently pealed her off him, and she blinked, staring at him as though this was the first time she had ever laid eyes on him. Her lips parted as she gasped, staring slack jawed at him. “Lenneth?” His voice reached her, garbled though it was, her name echoing over and over in her ears. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine…” She sighed out, and suddenly she was flinging herself at him, wrapping her arms tight around him. “Lezard!” She hugged him, nuzzling her face against him, inhaling deeply. His scent tickled her nose, a manly, musky scent she wanted to wrap herself in, roll around on. She giggled, astonishing both him and her with the sound. She looked up, meeting his gaze, once again blushing. Her hands touched his face, and she was guiding him towards her, lips meeting his in a fiery kiss.

Now it was his turn to moan, and his hands tightened on her body, holding her still as they kissed. She was eager for his mouth, her tongue probing forth to explore him, Lenneth savoring the taste of him. She wanted to learn everything about him, know all the intimate details, explore his body in her quest for knowledge. She pressed her lips harder against his, a whine of desire escaping from her.

Lezard was the one to break the kiss, both of them breathing heavily. She fought against his hold on her, trying to reach him, wanting, needing to kiss him some more.

“Hey hey!” He protested, turning his face to the side. “Easy there…” She whined, she wiggled, a pout on her face.

“Want you….” She moaned, licking his neck. “Need you…”

“You do?” asked Lezard. “I thought you hated me….”

“Could never hate you…” answered Lenneth, leaving wet kisses on his neck. “Love you…”

“Ah….you love me, do you?” He sounded amused.

“Yes!” He had let go of her, and she enthusiastically threw her arms around him, hugging him as she rained kisses up and down his neck and the underside of his chin.

“Good…” He purred, letting her kiss him on the mouth once more. As they kissed, his hands wandered, smoothing down her bare back. She didn’t complain, she cooed, whispering loving nothings into his ear, moaning in delight to feel his touch. His hands landed on her rear, squeezing her, molding her against him. Stop was no longer in her vocabulary, neither was the word no. Lenneth barely reacted when he tugged down the rest of her dress, letting it crumple to the floor.

Lezard backed her against the wall, in control of the kisses, short quick ones that left room to breathe in between them. Lenneth eagerly ate them up, pulling him to lean against her as they kissed. His hands were between their bodies, the man fighting with his clothing. He wrenched his pants open, transferring his hands to her thighs. She merely giggled, willingly spreading her legs for him.

Lezard’s teeth nipped at her lower lip, his breath catching in his throat as he lined himself up with her entrance. Lenneth purred, wiggling teasingly against him, causing him to snap at her to hold still. She did as she was ordered, and then she felt it, Lezard pushing inside her. No complaint from her, no protests that it hurt or that she hadn’t been ready for him. She only smiled, and ground her hips, a cry tearing from her lips.

Lezard was crying too, screaming out her name. “Lenneth!” His fingers tightened on her hips, bruising her. She merely smiled, moving her legs to wrap around him. He slid in and out of her, movements fast and rough. He wasn’t taking his time with her, everything about him was fast and furious, almost desperate. She tried to keep up with the pace he set, wanting to please him. His groans filled her ears, guttural grunts and pleased hisses.

“Lenneth, yes….like that….right there…” He muttered, burying his face into her neck. Lenneth moaned, clinging to him tighter, digging her nails into his clothes. His hips pounded into her, she was sure to be bruised in the morning, and yet she simply couldn’t care, smiling to herself, knowing she was causing him pleasure.

“Lezard!” She called out his name, feeling him thrust sharply into her. It seemed the sound of his name on her lips excited him, so she did it again and again, feeling him go wild. One last fierce thrust, and then he was cumming, unloading his essence into her even as he screamed out her name. Both of them were panting, seeming exhausted from what they had just shared.

She sighed happily, Lenneth stroking his hair, even as she listened to him breathe against her ear. Lenneth stayed wrapped around him, not wanting to let go of him. Lezard seemed in no hurry to disengage from her body, keeping her trapped between him and the wall. “I love you….” She whispered, lips kissing his hair. She was surprised to feel him shaking with laughter.

“I love you too Lenneth….” Lezard replied, hugging her tighter. She smiled, finding all was right in her world.