Disclaimer: I do not own these characters except Aideen, all rights to Legend of the Seeker.
Summary: Darken Rahl is offered a deal. A deal that could change some things that go on while Lord Rahl rules D'hara and the Midlands. Rated "M" and some chapters NC-17 for graphic sex and abuse.
One of the D'Haran guards walked in and spoke to Darken Rahl.
"My lord, we've received a message. The leader of a secret council has been tied up and her people wish to give her to you in payment for a certain amount of freedom." Rahl got up from the window and faced his guard.
"What do they want exactly?"
"They will grant you passage if you need, but all they want is for you and your guards to not kill them, or harm them. And...they say that she is very powerful. She can vanish into the shadows. But they knew to bind her hands. They wish to meet at the borderline of D'Hara"
Rahl smiled, more followers were always welcome, but to have a powerful woman within his grasp... "Ready the Dragon Core and my body guards. I wish to go to them myself."
"Yes, my lord."
Darken Rahl rode in on horseback, he had been on the road for less than a day. They finally reached the borderline and could see several people, and the leader. Aideen felt a certain amount of betrayal for her people accepting her suggestion all too soon. They were out of options and the residents of the Midlands were growing darker by the day. There wasn't much hope left. She was the last option. With a bit of thinking, she gladly agreed- this could prove useful. She had seen the dark man only in passing, he never recognized her, he never would. Aideen was a sight, quite beautiful, always in the cleanest, most presentable clothes outside of the small village where she lived.
Her townsfolk had pushed her to her knees on the grass before the dark man could approach. He dismounted and stood in front of the woman kneeling on the ground, and spoke to the people.
"I have decided to accept your request. However, if you ever try to harm me and my soldiers, they will fight back. I hope you all understand this." He looked down. "Stand and tell me your name."
She sat there for a moment, her hands bound behind her back, taking deep breaths. She was afraid he would hurt her, so she had told herself to be obedient, not the fiery person she was known for. When he approached, her throat caught in her throat. He was handsome. Not that it mattered, but he was! As he requested, she stood and took a breath. "My name is Aideen Kallisto." The next few words took a moment to pop out. "I belong to you."
"Indeed you do." The corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised a hand to touch her cheek "Such a lovely creature..." He then grasped her by her arm and nodded to the guard by the wooden carriage's door telling him to open in and help him get her in, walking to it and handing her to the guard inside. Once she was inside and the guard out, he shut and magically sealed the door and spoke through the bars, his face inches from hers.
"Wait until we arrive at my palace, you've never seen a more grand thing." Slowly a smile spread on his face. "My bed awaits you, Aideen."
"Enjoy your freedom, people of the Midlands!" Rahl got back on his horse, and followed close behind the carriage. He wanted to make sure she didn't try anything funny. That, and he clearly couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful and powerful. He loved power more than anything, and he would have his ways with her. Of course, the Mord Sith would be very unhappy to hear he's bringing someone home who will replace them. He sat straight on his horse, quite happy about his latest achievement. After some time, he looked into the carriage to find Aideen staring at him, so he stared back into the brown eyes that seemed so strong.
Once pushed inside and locked in, Aideen looked up. The dark man had a twisted expression, as if he planned to take advantage of her. She wasn't afraid of him. This was her choice too, and she had spent time thinking it over. This was part of her slavery. He really did have a nice smile, he was fairly attractive, and a bit of mercy was nice. He was human. 'His bed? Awaiting her?' Aideen grinned, anxiety growing in her body.
Some time during the ride back to D'Hara, while her eyes were locked to his, she pulled her right hand free or the rope behind her back. Blood had been leaking down her wrists for a while now, lubricating the rope to slide off. She had no plans to do anything. Again, this was her choice. But her shoulders felt as if they would dislocate if she didn't have relief. Her back hit the wall of the carriage, her eyes closing with a loud sigh. Relief, finally! This made him rather uneasy, but she was right, he had to trust her. After all she seemed willing enough to allow the trade. He could see she was very uncomfortable and made a mental note to personally give her a massage. Her eyes looked back to his and she smiled. "If I were to try anything, my lord, I would have already. Firstly, you'll learn to trust me. I have no secrets." She moved just right and grimaced as her back popped loudly. "As for your bed, I hope it's comfortable. I hope it's last on the list behind food and a bath." Why hadn't she brought clothes along? Oh, that's right, because she would be too busy in his bed to ever need clothes. It didn't matter. If he were abusive, she would rip him apart.
"Of course, Aideen. A bath would be acceptable, and your clothes would need to be washed. A nice hot meal will be brought to my chambers for you."
At last the palace was in sight. The gates opened and the carriage entered. Rahl leaped down and opened the door, smiling at the woman inside and offering her his hand deciding to treat her as well as possible. Once she was out of the carriage he took her hands in his and healed them. "I am sorry you were hurt, I will make this up tonight Aideen." She ignored her hands being healed, but she appreciated it silently with a flirtatious wink at him. His left hand traveled down her arm and rested on her lower back as he gave orders "Tell the cooks I want the best pheasant and bread with a delicious sauce." His eyes traveled to Denna, one of the Mord Siths, watching her fume over the new arrival. He spoke to Aideen as he led them though the wooden doors with his hand still on her back "I don't eat meat, however I am sure you are very hungry and will allow it this once. Only, this once. How about a tour while everything is set up? I left in somewhat of a hurry."
Aideen loved his voice, somehow. It was comforting, soothing. She wouldn't mind to hear it next to her ear if he held her at night. What would become of them? Was she simply a slave to him? He was kind to her, even if she was a "slave." The sound of food made her more hungry than before and she felt her stomach knot up in anxiety. Where was the food? She hadn't eaten the day before in thanks to her nerves, thinking he would hurt her, believing she was being traded into slavery.
The palace was beautiful, though. Rahl had not lied. She had never seen a more grand thing. His smile, though, was priceless. Her brown eyes lifted to the palace before her and she smiled, "You don't tell lies, do you? It's wonderful." Why was he still speaking of food? He wasn't going to /watch/ her eat, was he? That would be a slight bit awkward. Nevermind, it would be fine, as long as she ate. His hand on her back- mm! It had been so long since she had a lover, and his hands felt like a dream. The strong woman that she was, she loved to be touched, but to be made weak in her chest by a man so cruel, she wondered if all the rumors were only rumors.
"I would love a tour," Aideen smiled. "What else is there to do?" Her hand wrapped around her back and touched his fingers nervously. "Besides the obligatory horizontal dance in your bed chambers, which I should hope will happen often." Her head turned and she smiled, "I'm very blunt, you'll learn this. If you object, simply say."
He would be sure that there was enough food for her, especially tonight. He turned to look at her as she looked at him. "Oh i dont mind it at all. That way there's no confusion." He leaned closer as they walked down the hallway and whispered in her ear. "I'll show you everything from here to my chambers, the rest can wait." His chambers and personal study were in the middle of the palace. "Most of these rooms are for soldiers, some for storage. There is a garden with a beautiful fountain. The golden doors we just passed has many instruments in it for anyone who wishes to play or learn. And this hallway leads to my chambers." Aideen smiled as he spoke to her. She was calm and felt at home. He wasn't as crude as everyone made him out to be, but she was sure he had his side, as well as she had hers. Maybe he was kind to everyone who didn't oppose him, or those who gave themselves over to him. His voice whispering in her ear made her further the thought that she could get used to the fact that he spoke so gently to her. Her eyes moved over the work of the palace, the part she could see, and into his chambers. When they arrived at his rooms he unlocked the doors with magic and opened them, letting Aideen take the room in. "I'm guessing you'd like food first?" Rahl saw the table and sealed the doors before seating himself at the nice meal. He decided to let Aideen take some first.
Once inside, she could smell the food. "I have not eaten anything in days." She invited herself to sit with him and looked over the food as she helped herself to making a plate. "I was too nervous to eat. I was afraid that you were a cruel man, the way everyone speaks of you. I, myself, believe there is nothing wrong in desiring, seeking, and taking power. Only the strong survive." She bit into a piece of bread and felt her stomach growl, begging for more. In the moment, she was comfortable enough with him that she ate, not cramming food into her face, but taking her time. While she ate the food and drank the wine, she was beginning to relax. Her eyes would lift now and then for a moment at a time, taking in his face, hair, clothes, the way his hands moved around his own food which she noticed he had not taken any meat as he had said. He wore red, which made her grin, because it was her favorite color. It suited her skin tone nicely and had grown on her. "Thank you... for healing my hands." Her eyes lowered to her plate. "What do I call you? I won't call you Lord. It's enough I'm your," she grimaced, "slave, but I won't acknowledge it by calling you by your title and lowering myself to a level so low beneath me. I'm not the help." Aideen smiled suddenly, looking back at him. "Actually, I take that back, I am, but I'm your personal help. If you want the Midlands, you'll trust me."
After some time Rahl had finished eaten, as had Aideen. They sat in silence sipping wine for a few moments before Giller came in.
"My Lord," Giller stopped when he saw Aideen, and bowed. "my apologies my Lord. But I have a few things you may take interest in looking at, if you want to that is."
"Perhaps I will, Giller. You are dismissed." Rahl glared at Giller as he left and stood, pulling Aideen up with him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and started to kiss her neck.
"So soon, Rahl? I thought you were going to see what that man wanted? Or am I more interesting? Pull these off." Her hands grabbed at his chest and jerked his shirt over his head, then dropped her dress to the floor.
Rahl hummed a second before taking a step back against the wall. "If you rather I go I will. Of course, you are more interesting. But if you don't want to do anything now..." Rahl turned his head and moved his left leg sideways, stretching his pants.
"I want to do something now." Aideen grabbed his trousers and jerked down the front, this began to kiss and bite his neck again, her fingers fell to his bare shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his skin as her tongue ran across the bites she left on his neck. "Tell me what you like, Rahl, I'll do it for you." She kissed his lips and smiled, "I'm yours."
Rahl grabbed at any skin on her body that he could, arching his back from the pain that he loved so much. He shook slightly when her tongue ran across his skin. "I want to see that lovely mouth of yours put to work. If you do a good job you will be rewarded..." He took his cloak from the desk to his right and tossed it on the floor, then forced her on her knees, and looked down at her devilishly.
Aideen smiled at his words and looked up at him as she pulled his trousers to his ankles. She teased at first, running her tongue slowly along his length, across the head, and pushed it into her mouth. She would do a good job, she thought to herself. Her right hand rose to massage his balls while her left hand held his right thigh and clawed at it with her fingernails. Her nipples hardened and she moaned as her eyes closed when she realized how much he must be enjoying this. Her head moved back and forth, and after clawing a bit, her left hand moved to the base of his length, stroking while she sucked.
He gasped as he felt the heated tongue touch his throbbing member. She *was* good...the clawing and the thorough touching. All was well until she moaned, and the vibrations made him buck forward. He couldn't stop at first, but eventually let her do the work.
"Y-yes! Aideen you are going to get a good reward for this...you deserve it."
Rahl smiled and threw his head back, groaning. Aideen was a bit thrown off by the bucking of his hips, but went with his body. She continued to suck and stroke, making a mess of his length with her saliva. Her mouth came off and she began to lick the tip teasingly, her brown eyes cast upwards to his face. He was so handsome! And hers! She slid him back into her mouth and groaned, both of her hands resting on his thighs, gripping hard until her nails dug in. She moaned and her hands slid to his waist, then his ass, and stroked it. Up and down, before up... and her nails dug into his lower back, hoping to leave her mark on him. A scar would be beautiful.
Her movements were driving him crazy, each touch sent waves of pleasure though his whole body. He loved her nails..and hoped she'd draw blood. But he was getting too close to climax, so Rahl pulled away and pulled Aideen up by her arm, grabbing her hair and kissing her before picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. He climbed on the bed slowly, teasingly, before attacking her neck with every move he knew. He kissed and licked, and a few bites here and there, while his hands were busy on her breasts. "Such soft skin..."
Aideen giggled with pleasure and with anxiety while Rahl kissed her neck and massaged her breasts. The bites were more arousing than his lips and tongue. Her foot rose and ran down the back of his left calf, she tugged at his hair gently and pulled his face from her neck, pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss. Both of her hands buried in his hair and she moaned against his lips as her legs moved around his body. She squirmed beneath him and pulled from his lips, then kissed down his neck. Her hands slid down his back, across his scars, and hesitated, her eyes lifted to his, but she didn't say anything. Her right hand met his lower back, and a wet, sticky liquid. She lifted her hand and her eyes widened, "I didn't mean to make you bleed. Rahl!"
All the movements and moans from her caused Rahl to breathe deeply, a low growl rumbling from within him at the anticipation. While her hands traveled he pressed against her, and he noticed her hesitation. That story would never be told. Suddenly a sharp pain made him groan, and saw Aideen's blood covered hand. Slowly a grin spread across his face and he chuckled, taking her hand and sucking each finger clean of the blood. "It's quite alright..." He ran a hand up her thigh suggesting she prepare herself.
Aideen smiled as he sucked her fingers. It was arousing, as well. He must have been with several women, she thought. His hand on her thigh made her bite into her lip and groan before grabbing him around the waist and rolling him onto his back. She kissed his lips gently and adjusted, taking his length in her hand and sliding down onto it with a few loud moans. She hesitated, her head tilted back, her hands on his hips, then began to move. After a moment, her eyes met his and she smiled, then took his hands and placed them on her hips as she began to ride him, gasping softly, her body jerking. Moans filled the room as she held his gaze, her hands held his tightly, her fingers moving between his and squeezing. "Rahl," she whispered, begging, her eyes rolling back into her head.
He hadn't expected to be on bottom tonight, however she seemed determined. As she slid down onto him he jerked up to meet her, and when she began to move, he moved with her, trying to be somewhat dominant. He gripped her hips tightly and moved faster. His eyes were connected with hers, and he was greatful for this. He didn't like women looking at his scars. When she spoke, he took the chance and slid his hands up her back, pulling out to move behind her and smirks- "I don't think so, dear. I think you've been a bad girl...trying to take command. I think you need punishment, don't you?" He put a hand on her back and forced her down.
Aideen was disappointed that he had stopped her. She pouted and closed her eyes. "You don't like a dominant woman? I've seen the marks, I know what happened." She half expected him to slap her when she said that, so she cowered, shrinking up and burying her face into the bed.
He was about to send her a nasty retort for what she had said, for how and when she brought that up, when he actually felt what his hand was on. He looked down, he saw scars and burns, marks of abuse of some sort. It looked as if there were an equal amount of each. It was confusing, but he shouldn't care about what has happened to her, should he?
"We are both imperfect. In appearance, and within. I will not talk about that."
Rahl was beginning to get angry. "You shouldn't have brought it up!" Rahl positioned himself, took hold of her waist, and plowed right in. "You'll learn what happens when you displease me!"
He thrust hard, letting out his anger. No woman would get away with that in the middle of their "horizontal dance" as she once put it.
Aideen gasped softly, pulling herself up to her elbow, tears dripping down her face. She had displeased him and was ashamed. She was here to please him and only him. Commenting on her back, though, was as out of line with her as her commenting on his scars was to him. Her lips pressed together and she pushed them between her teeth, then bit down, stifling her sobs. 'You shouldn't have said anything!' she scolded herself inwardly as more tears streamed down her face. He was hurting her and she probably deserved it. It had been such a long while since her last lover, she wanted this time to be gentle, but how could she expect that from him? She panted and let out a sob, "Rahl, stop!"
Her fingers gripped the sheets as she moved, attempting to sit up and push him off. But when she moved, her eyes rolled back in her head and she hit her elbows again at the sudden burst of pleasure. "Rahl..." She would be punished later. He didn't care about her scars, did he? He wasn't supposed to see her back. Ever. She wasn't supposed to comment on his scars, he would have her killed now, if he didn't do it himself. "Rahl, please," she gulped as she moved and it began to hurt.
The pleas from the woman made him climax, shaking and sweaty. He pulled out and rolled off Aideen to his side of the bed. "I suggest you leave and sleep somewhere else tonight."
Aideen left Rahl's bed chambers in a rush after pulling on her dress. She wiped her cheeks as she hurried down the corridor to what he had pointed out as the music room. The doors were heavy, but she pushed them open, then closed. Sniffing, she gasped softly for breath and moved to a sofa, finishing the close of her dress and lying back. Would he find her here? Would he even look for her? It didn't matter, at the time, she decided as she wiped her cheeks again and swallowed, pulling a black throw over her body and making herself comfortable. Her feelings for Rahl were real, even if she weren't supposed to have them, she thought. She was a woman, not a slave.