Any actual fans of Arya or Eragon out there... Please do not read this. It really hurts.. I have warned you. So please do not berate me for writing this fiction.

Durza/Arya is a hot pairing. And I have Gravity eyes to thank for getting me interested in this pairing. This is just a thing I got out of my head... Nothing planned... So updates can't be promised. Although I will update one chapter after this when I get enough reviews...

The sleeping form of her little girl Kaida did not ease her discomfort. Ever since she had brought her husband and child to Du Weldenvarden and started living in this tree-house far away from the elven cities, she had been feeling that something was wrong.

Her husband was not the same now-a-days. His love for her seemed to wane after a few happy months. Or it was just that her husband who captured, tortured, raped and then loved her and left his king for her had become too bored in his life as the husband of the elven princess, Arya.

Arya craved for the passion that existed between her and her husband, Durza to return. But the shade had now become a family man and his wild passion for her had slowly died down. He was too gentle with her now, as an elf would be. She could see it changing who he was: a passionate shade who loved the elf princess. She didn't like it. She loved him- the shade not the elf he was trying to act like.

She had tried to tell him that several times. But Durza would not listen. All he would do now was kiss her forehead softly and go to sleep in her lap. This was not what she loved in him. She loved how in his passion Durza would sink his pointed teeth into her shoulder and draw blood from it; how he would tear chunks of flesh from her buttock in his mad rush to rape her. And how he would detest himself for hurting her like he did. And how he would heal each wound he gave her in his passion with intense love in his eyes. And how she would assure him that she was happy with the way he was, when he tried to ask her forgiveness for his rudeness with her body.

So she made a plan to gradually bring back the animalistic Durza she loved. For the plan to succeed, she tried to get close with the rider of the dragon, whose egg she had protected and hence got captured by Durza in the first place. The rider Eragon was a naïve little boy who did not know who she truly was: the wife of the most dangerous being in all of existence next only to Galbatorix in power. To him, she was the beautiful elven princess whom he loved.

Arya thought of the word. Love. Hah! She loving a boy or rather a young man like Eragon when passion like no other awaited her at home with Durza. Only just subdued. Eragon was the tool who would bring it back. He would reignite the passion and pleasure that she shared with Durza. For that help, she took a liking to him. Further, it was his dragon, Saphira whose egg had made her meet Durza in the first place. So both dragon and rider were important in her love life with Durza.

She wanted nothing but to be raped by Durza if she couldn't get him to make love to her with the passion that he did earlier. Getting raped by him was much better than the miserable life of a silent and safe elven princess. Her plan now would make Durza rape her. She knew it. She knew Durza. He would rape her and that was all she wanted.

"Eragon, please come with me.", Arya said. Eragon obliged to her wish at once just as always. It felt good. Having a man do all she asked – having a slave.

The dragon rider threw away the saddle he was working with and followed her. Arya led him through the forest until she was sure that she was in the earshot of her husband. Then she said, "Eragon, how is your training going?"

"It is going as well as it can Arya Svit-kona", he answered.

"Quit calling me titles, Eragon.", Arya said bringing a flirtatious tone into her voice. She could feel Durza's anger. That was good. He was one step near getting possessive of her – she who had dropped all customs of the elves and had 'married' him.

Eragon seemed to struggle with himself. "Ah, mmm… oh, yes… Arya. I will call you Arya hereafter."

She could now see Durza's eyes fixed on the two of them like a hawk measuring its prey. She wanted to run into those flexing muscles of Durza and embrace him. But she controlled herself and kept her eyes on the miserable Eragon. It had to be done. It was the only way of getting her Durza back.

She threw some more caution to the air and put her hand on Eragon's cheeks. His cheeks flushed like blood at her touch. She had to admit that although she loved being slaved by Durza, this was a pleasure too: having a man dance to her whims.

All the stupid sentiments she had harboured before her capture by Durza had now gone away from her mind. She actually didn't care about the Varden or the elves. All that mattered was her love-life. If the price for keeping it breathing was the defeat of the Varden, then she would take it.

"Dear Eragon, you are so nice. You know that.", she said, flirting further with him.

"Really? Am I? Oh, Arya svit-kona.", he blurted out, his arousal clear in his voice.

"No Svit-Kona, remember?", she said, now enjoying the banter with the young rider.

Footsteps moving away from where they were standing was heard. She was happy to hear the unusually loud foot steps. Durza was angry. Now he would take her. She only had to play through to the end of the end.

'You will take me, my love.', she said to herself. With Durza gone, her interest in Eragon ceased to exist. She looked at him coldly and said, "Get away from here, rider. You are going too much."

Poor Eragon confused and shocked withdrew from her like being stung and ran away, just as she had asked.

'Ah, a pretty good slave. I could get his true name and use him forever.', she thought and went towards her home.

Please bear with the Out of character representation. This is anyway a completely unthinkable pairing. So the OOC ness has to be expected...