I have returned! My screen is fixed! I can see! This is Part 2, Together in Any Universe is part one and if you just joined the story I will ask that you browse Part 1 to at least enlighten yourself on what it is about. To warn any younger readers this does contain strong language from time to time and Sexual themes, (if you want to see what that is read The Choice chapter in Part 1). Anyway The Kurgan and Arielle are back! This is going to start a little ways ahead but the next few chapters will explain. To spruce things up a bit I've started off this chapter with some "strong coffee" *cough cough* If you understand. Enjoy. . .
The Kurgan returned home to his castle after a few hours of hunting. He stormed upstairs and expected to find his mate but she wasn't there. He searched all over his domain and growled after nearly an hour of searching.
He grabbed the arm of the nearest male servant. "Where is she?" he shouted.
The man was older and looked terrified at his master, "The Mistress . . . left. Some time ago."
The Kurgan's face filled with fury, "Where the hell did she go?!"
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At the tavern the men and woman gathered where all drunk and merry. One woman in particular was extremely exuberant. Her long blond hair had come out of its braid, her cheeks were rosy with drunkenness, and she was laughing on top of a table. The Kurgan managed to slip inside the tavern unnoticed and watched as his woman lifted a mug up and laughed as the people cheered and she drank. She wobbled on her feet and nearly fell off the table!
The Kurgan though watched in amusement as Arielle made herself look like a fool, it was obvious she had no head for ale. He watched the men below her as they watched her, some had lust in their eyes and it was when The Kurgan saw that his humor vanished and he strode forward.
A silence came over the tavern behind the man as he walked forward. When Arielle saw him she grinned stupidly and gazed him up and down, "Well here is my daring Master. Gello love? How areyou doin tonight?" she giggled
He growled, "Silence woman." His voice was deep and menacing but she didn't notice. He grabbed her arm, "You've lost her head in drink. When we get back to-"
"I'm having sucha fine time here m'darling!" She slurred, interrupting him.
The look he gave her made other people run out of the tavern and pray for her soul. He didn't say a word as she swayed on the table, his grip tightened.
She laughed and looked at his hand, "Ooooh. What'sthis about?"
He frowned and continued to stare at her. Suddenly a man, drunk and filled with false courage, stood up on the table beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "She ain't going anywherewith you. Go fuck a goat you demon."
Arielle pouted her bottom lip, "He did a no no. Teehee."
The Kurgan turned his attention to the bold man. He smirked and tilted his head, this man was dead where he stood. Without warning he let go of Arielle and grabbed the other man by his shirt. The man yelped as he was flung to the ground and smashed his head on the dirt floor. The poor soul was instantly sobered up and looked up at The Kurgan with fear. He began to scream as his head was repeatedly smashed against the ground, blood splattered all over and matted the man's hair. Arielle watched but was blind to the carnage that her lover was inflicting upon this man. When he was done he stood up and turned back to her.
"Come. Now," he said.
She swayed and tried to step down but ended up falling into him. He scowled as she found her footing and laughed drunkenly. He grabbed her roughly and dragged her outside. As they walked to the back stables Arielle suddenly groaned and clutched her stomach. She jerked away from him and leaned against a stable. She gagged and shoved her finger down her throat to make herself gag even more, she was successful. After a few minutes of throwing up all over the stable floor she fell to her side and began groaning about how bad it was to drink. With a growl The Kurgan lifted her up and slung her over his horse. He rode fast to the castle and along the way the movements of the horse helped her to empty her stomach and she fell asleep.
He carried her to their room and lay her down on the bed. He watched her curl up on her side and then narrowed his eyes at her.
"Damn woman," he said. "I'll teach you to get drunk when men are spying on you." When he walked away to gather rope he smiled to himself, "You belong to me."
After he finished his plan he went out to the balcony and looked out towards the village. The full moon cast enough light on the Earth for him to see that no one unusual was lurking around his domain. He turned his gaze in the direction that an enemy castle was and growled in his throat. With one last look around the land he went back inside and sat in a wing backed chair by the balcony doors. He drifted off to sleep watching Arielle.
In the morning Arielle knew before she opened her eyes that her hangover was a glorious one. She moaned and stretched, slowly opening her eyes.
"Oh God. . ." she groaned and tried to clutch her stomach but her hands caught on something and wouldn't move.
She opened her eyes more and looked at her wrists. She gasped when she saw that she was tied to the head board. When she tried yanking them away she saw that there was no hope in that, only pain in her wrists.
"Kurgan!" She screamed.
He chuckled from where he sat by the fireplace, "Yes my mate?"
She glared at him, "What the hell is this? Untie me now!"
"Well my pretty, it would seem that I can't leave you alone without you running off and getting drunk. You can not handle your drink woman," the way he looked at her made her pale.
"I admit it, I can't handle my drink, but this is absurd!" she shouted.
The Kurgan stood and slowly walked over to her, he crawled on the bed and pulled out his dagger. She looked up at him angrily as he loomed above her.
"You made yourself look like a fool. I will not have my mate doing that. Not only that but a man defended you when I came for you, it appears I have to teach you your place in this world," he said as he brought his knee up and crushed it against her soft spot.
She arched her back and cried out. She hated to admit it but it aroused her. Her wrists strained against her bonds as she tried to get free.
"Please let me go," she whispered. "I feel sick, please!"
He only laughed and began cutting through the ties on her bodice, "I don't feel sick. I feel magnificent. I also feel aroused."
She shook her head, "No! Not now. I can't!"
He opened up her outer dress and then cut down the thin white inner dress, which he opened up next revealing her soft woman body. He grabbed her breast and grinned at her gasp, "I can."
He quickly ripped off his clothes and his stiffness was pressed against her. She wiggled around under her lover but stopped when he grabbed her chin in his massive hand, his other hand gliding down her body. He made her wet in preparation for him. He made her look at him and watched as her eyes rolled when he touched between her thighs, her legs closed around his hand.
"I need to remind you who you belong to," he said. She shook her head but that didn't stop him from easily pulling apart her legs and exposing her woman flesh. He looked down and saw that she kept herself hair-free. He moved down and held her legs open, "You really are pretty."
She growled, "Stop looking at me like that!"
He laughed, "But I own you! You're my woman! I can do whatever I please and you won't have the will to stop me." He quickly went back to his original position over her, "You melt every time I touch you and you know it." To emphasize his point he pressed a finger against her opening and it effortlessly slid inside of her.
"That is not true," she said weakly and then bit her bottom lip.
Still smirking at her he took out his finger and then thrust himself inside of her sensitive flesh and began rocking back and forth. She tried to resist him and the feeling he brought out in her but it was soon futile. She begged for him and he relished in her cries. He stopped for a moment to bring her legs up around his shoulders, settling back on his heels. In the middle of their love making he began thrusting harder and leaned back, grabbing her buttocks in both hands, lifting her up and making her scream.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked calmly.
She shook her head.
"Tell me," he urged and ran one hand up and down her leg. He grabbed her ankle and licked her foot.
"You!" She shouted, "Only you!"
"And what is my name?" When she didn't respond he leaned in close over her and squeezed her ass, "What is my name?" He growled, his voice deep and gravelly.
"Kurgan!" She screamed between pants.
He began to get back into a rhythm, "Put it all together!" He commanded.
"I belong, ahh, to The Kurgan!" she screamed.
Laughing in triumphant The Kurgan abandoned his rhythm and rocked wildly back and forth, only aiming to please himself. Seconds before he came Arielle screamed and was shortly joined by the man inside of her. When he came he bellowed loudly and gripped her ass tightly. As he finished he let her shaky legs fall around his waist and he lay on top of her, leaning to the side slightly so that he wouldn't crush her. Their heavy breaths were the only thing that made noise in the room.
"Oh lover," she whispered.
He purred deeply as a response and then nuzzled his face between her breasts, planting kisses here and there. From her old life she would never have guessed that the antagonist of one of her favorite movies would ever be able to show even the slightest bit of real affection. After few moments he pulled away and rested on his back.
"Will you release me now Master?" Arielle asked.
He smirked and didn't look at her, "No." His warm breath brushed her skin.
"No?" She asked, surprised.
"I believe I told you once that if I ever got you into my world I would keep you tied to my bed. It seems that I have to stay true to my word for a little while longer." After he explained her sentence he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.
With a sigh of defeat Arielle closed her eyes and let her head fall onto the pillow. Later that day she was woken up by The Kurgan's movements beside her. She opened her eyes and watched as he stood and got dressed.
"Oh Kurgan," she called out sweetly.
He looked up with a lazily gaze and saw her laying there naked, still tied and no blankets covering her curvy body. She crossed her legs and grinned at him. His eyes got big and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.
"I have someone to deal with," he said. "I'll let you go when I come back."
Her face fell, "When will that be?"
He only grinned and laughed as he walked out.
Well what do you all think? Get my "strong coffee" reference? I like using stupid codes. First day (err night) back on the job with part 2 up and running. Talk to me. . .