Everything had been done so as to see to her comfort, the plumpest cushions pillowed beneath her head, a fire stoked to it’s highest flame so she would not get a chill when he undressed her. His handling of her body gentle, almost timid at times, Lezard scared to squeeze too hard and bruise her pale flesh. And yet she wailed out her grief, body shaking in a most delightful way as she sobbed.
It left him utterly confused, unsure of what to do. Lezard abandoned his position between her legs, stretching out his body on top of hers. Lenneth inhaled to scream, and he quickly touched her mouth, clamping a hand over her lips. He could feel her breath against his hand, warm and coming out fast in panicked gulps. “It’s all right…” He crooned softly to her, his other hand winding it’s way into her platinum hair. She flinched from his touch, and he frowned, smoothing his hand against her scalp, petting her to calm her down.
“I won’t hurt you…so please…” Lezard continued, cautiously removing his hand from her mouth. “Don’t cry.” He offered her a kind smile, and his heart nearly broke to hear her whimper in response. With a deep sigh, he continued to caress her hair, staring down at Lenneth, feeling helpless. He had seen to her pleasure first and foremost, kissing her passionately though she tried to bite him. That was okay, he could tolerate her rebuffs of his kiss, confidant she would accept them once she was calmed down. Besides there was so many other places to kiss her….to touch her, exciting and new, just waiting for his lips and fingers to explore.
His hands had been shaking, touching the ribbon that held her negligee tightly closed around her breasts. With just a tug he unraveled it’s coils, and just as quickly the crying had begun. Lenneth had ignored his words, though he continued to speak to her, a steady stream of meaningless talk. It was his tone that he wanted her to take note of, to draw comfort from even as his hands wandered, slowly working the buttons open down the front of her gown. He liked that the fastenings had been in the front, the material spreading open in a v-shaped pattern that revealed just a hint of nipple to him.
He carefully peeled back the material that clung to her chest, unwrapping her slowly for Lenneth was the greatest gift he had ever received. Even if it was one he had to give himself, and the gift in question wouldn’t stop sobbing. It made him feel guilty, as though he was doing something WRONG, when all he wanted to do was give her pleasure and have her love him in return.
Lezard didn’t understand why she didn’t melt under his touches, why even though strangled moans and delightful little gasps escaped her lips when he laved attention onto her breasts, she still continued to fight against him. Lenneth tried to sink into the mattress, trying to pull away from his hands, crying out again and again, begging him to stop. It hurt his ears to hear her pleading with him, even as his eyes took in the cherished sight of her wiggling furiously against her bonds.
“Please.” Lenneth whispered, jolting Lezard from his memories. “Let me go…”
He sighed, the sound heavy and drawn out, and brought his hand to caress her cheek. “It’ll only be for a short time…” Lezard explained, fingertips rubbing circles on her skin. “I won’t keep you tied up forever…just until you fall in love with me…”
“That will never happen…” She hissed, a large tear winding it’s way down her cheek. He smeared it with his finger, wiping it away.
“Oh yes it will….” Lezard told her confidently. “You will have no choice but to fall in love with me.” She scoffed at that, and he bent his face down to hers, lips brushing against hers. “Once you realize the depth of my love, you will be happy…nay honored to return it.” He kissed her then, risking her teeth, stifling her protests.
One last flick of his tongue across her lips, and then he was moving down her jaw line, planting worshipful kisses on her skin. Lenneth shivered, and cried out, his hands touching her body, smoothing down her belly. He rubbed himself against her, a full on caress against her center, hearing revulsion in her voice. She started to shriek, the sound hurting his ears, Lezard screaming over her voice.
“Gently Lenneth….gently…” He told her, lining up with her entrance. “No pain, only pleasure….I promise…” With a moan he was pushing forward, feeling the tip of him squeeze past her wet folds. He felt her body jerk, Lenneth shuddering in response and he smiled, sliding in deeper. “See….?” Lezard asked, his breath coming out in short bursts. “Just like I told you…”
He urged her legs up higher on his waist, holding them in place with his hands. She refused to cling to him, making him do all the work, though Lezard didn’t mind. He moaned out her name as he began to move, thrusting in and out of her, hearing her cry out, pleasured sounds in the midst of all the pain so he knew he was doing something right. Lenneth gasped and moaned, hands jerking hard against the scarves, Lezard surprised she didn’t tear free of the silk. He rocked himself back and forth in between her legs, mind growing insane from the way she clenched his length, the friction of him rubbing against her insides.
He wasn’t sure how long he lasted, but his release was powerful, shooting his fluid into her, leaving her with a part of himself. Lenneth screamed when he did that, snapping her eyes closed, tears welling up underneath her lowered lids. He leaned over, tongue coming out to lap up her tears. “It’s all right…” He crooned. “It’s all over now…Nothing to cry about. I didn’t hurt you…”
Yet for all his reassurances, Lenneth continued to scream.
Asgardian Pleasures 
Lenneth, Lenneth, lenneth, *sighs* all Lezard wants to do is love you and yet you make it so difficult.