Dark Drabble 02

                                 Suffocation

His love was a suffocating thing, obtrusive and stifling, all consuming in it’s need. A desperate needy thing that sought to suck her under, drown her in kisses, smother her in tight embraces. Lenneth choked against his mouth, gasping desperately for air, Lezard seeming oblivious to her distress.

Lenneth squirmed against him, hands flat against his chest, trying to push him away. It never ended the way she intended, the wizard gathering up her wrists in his hands, holding her captive against him. It no longer surprised Lenneth, everything about him was stifling, Lezard finding new ways to suppress her struggles. His hands pinned her down effectively, even as his mouth sealed over hers, forcing his desires on her, tongue thrusting into her mouth greedily.

His image wavered before her, Lenneth closing her eyes, fighting against the feeling of dizziness that over took her. Only when she let out a whimper did Lezard show mercy on her, pulling back long enough to let her take in grateful gulps of air. And still he kissed her, hearing her wheeze as he kissed along her jaw line, loud pants that sounded unnatural to her ears.

She felt Lezard let go of her hands, his much larger fingers pulling at her clothes, jerking her against him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Lenneth let out a whine, a soft spoken no that she knew would have no effect on the outcome of this tryst. She never had any choice in the matter, not since he had forced her down from Asgard, pinning her down in a cage he had specially designed, this hated prison of mortal flesh.

Flesh he seemed to worship, in the only way he knew how. Lenneth knew that Lezard thought he was in love with her, telling her the words over and over again. He tried to show her the depths of his love, claiming her body with an eager fervor that left her burning, body flushed and aching from his attention.

Lezard’s ardor was potent, his stamina undeniable, the necromancer positioning her onto his lap, urging her legs to spread over his. She reluctantly straddled him, biting back a cry at the feel of him, hard and straining in his pants. She wanted to protest this, to fight him, but he kissed her again, stealing her breath, sapping most of her will away.

His kisses were pure poison, sickening her, making her weak against him. The urge to cry was strong in her, Lenneth despairing as he started to move his hands under her skirt. Whispered “I love you’s.” from Lezard, the man needing to reaffirm his devotion to her yet again, even as his fingers slid under the band of her panties, tugging and tearing them free of her body.

Lenneth found this to be madness of the worse kind, a bitter choking laugh escaping her as he proclaimed his love. Nothing seemed to dissuade him from his task, not even her teeth on his lips, biting down hard. The desire in his eyes didn’t change, didn’t waver as he continued to kiss her, uncaring of her nipping teeth. Lezard let out a groan, hand freeing himself from his pants, hard throbbing length rubbing against her exposed core.

She felt his hands rest on her hips, lifting her slightly, attempting to ease her against his straining manhood. Lenneth’s struggles increased, a moment of sheer panic in her eyes, wanting, praying for something or someone to stop Lezard. No one came, her prayers always went unanswered, and she cried out as he lowered her downwards onto his shaft.

Her world narrowed down to the sound of their panting breaths, Lezard at last sounding as breathless as she. His moans filled her ears, guttural and harsh, Lezard groaning out her name in between ardent proclamations of love. Up and down he moved her, bouncing her in a fast rhythm. Lezard’s mouth was on hers again, and she all but screamed into his lips, needing air, and needing it now. The room was spinning all around them, dizzy images that wavered in and out, and still he kissed her, almost sucking out her breath. Lenneth’s eyelids blinked, and then she was falling, slumping against him, face resting on his shoulder as she gave way to the mercy that was unconsciousness.