Here are a few more short stories featuring Ardeth Bay, or a close
approximation. They are not set within TM world but hopefully will be
interesting nonetheless.
Disclaimer: Stephen Sommers and Universal Pictures own the character of Ardeth Bay. I do not profit from this work.
NOTE: These are THREE SEPARATE stories, not one continuous fic.
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"I know that this is difficult for you," he murmured, leaning towards her.
She caught the light scent of sandalwood. "It is Allah's will."
"Yes---but to marry a complete stranger." He caught her gaze with his own, and she found herself lost in his rich, mahogany eyes. "You will find me--- understanding. I will not force myself upon you." His hand was warm on her arm.
"I am not displeased with Allah's will," she said, hoping that her eyes were expressing her pleasure.
His smile was slow, but breathtaking. "Nor am I." He pulled her closer, enfolding her in his dusty black robes. "Allah is merciful."
She sought out his mouth with her own, hungrily kissing him, finding him suddenly tensed with emotion, returning her kiss with an intensity that shocked her. His arms pulled her tightly against him, his long fingers taut against her flesh. She sighed softly and laid her head on his shoulder, utterly content.
***
She assumed that she was alone in the darkened room until a shadow detached itself and coalesced into Ardeth's lean form. "What are you doing here?" she gasped. Even in the poor light his bronze skin gleamed. His eyes glittered.
"I could not wait for you," he said brusquely. "I have given you more than enough time. My patience has run through." He began to circle her, stripped to the waist, his black hair hanging loose and wild. He seemed a dangerous beast, some feral panther, uncaged, frightening her.
"But you said---"
He gestured curtly. "I know what I said. But it is impossible."
She took a step backwards, and suddenly he lunged, catching her and dragger her. She realized that he was pulling her towards the bed and renewed her struggles, desperately fighting him. He did not seem to notice, his grip like iron, inexorably forcing her down onto the silk sheets. His mouth claimed hers like a ravenous beast. His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her closer to him, his hot body molten against her.
***
He held her hand in his own, one dark eyebrow arched, his magnificent eyes fixated on her. She knew she should be saying something but her lungs did not seem to be able to draw in breath. He paused again and then brought her hand up, kissing it gently. The pressure of his warm lips, the scratch of his goatee, the subtle passion in his smallest movement ignited her desire. From the moment she had seen his lean, tall frame across the room she had felt a fierce need to possess him, to feel his heat against her own, and with him so near she was losing her composure. Her thoughts tangled and collapsed in her head. The only thing that remained was her raw want of this man, this exquisitely handsome man who watched her with dark eyes burning.
***
The woods were dark and mysterious, but she was not afraid. Though she had been warned countless times about the danger of being in the woods at night she continued at her indolent pace; she was in no hurry to return to her stepfather's cramped cottage. Twilight rendered the trees silver.
She paused to examine a pattern in the grass. A fairy ring, no doubt; the tiny cinnamon colored mushrooms were unmistakable. She smiled. So quaint. What was the old tale? She thought for a moment. Walk three times around, widdershins, then cross your fingers and leap in. She giggled as she circled the ring.
There was a tremendous flare of light when she jumped in, and she was thrown to the ground, dazed. Her head swam and she blinked her eyes, but to no avail. She had been blinded.
Whispers and tiny cries of alarm erupted around her. At first she could not understand them, but eventually one voice rose above the rest. "We must take her to him." She was lifted and carried away.
She was set down carefully. Her eyes were beginning to adjust, and she looked in wonder at the light green forest sprinkled with tiny silver lights. She stood up, turning around, and her breath caught in her throat.
She was in an intimate clearing, the trees close and thick. Low tables and cushions were set about haphazardly. The chairs and pillows were occupied by fairies and elves of all descriptions; most were staring openly at her. Her blood stopped in her veins.
At the far end of the clearing was an ornately carved table of pure gold, and seated at it was a man who could know no equal, if man he was. His dark eyes glimmered as he looked at her. She drank in his beauty, his fine features, his mane of pitch black hair, his lean, muscled body. "What are you doing here?" he demanded sharply, gesturing with a single bronzed hand.
"I---I---" she gasped.
He scowled. "Answer me, Human Child. You cannot deny me here---I am the Lord of the Forest, and this is the heart of my domain." He rose up and leapt over the table in a single fluid movement. He loped towards her, his every motion like that of an untamed beast. He stood before her, his dark, magnificent eyes piercing her, his crimson lips curving in a feral smile, baring white teeth. "Ah.you entered a Circle. Were you not warned?" He drew even closer, his shirtless torso gleaming, his countenance fierce. "You must know that you are now mine," he murmured, suddenly taking her into his arms and kissing her, enveloping her in his wildness, the scent of mist and lightning clinging to him.
He looked at her once more, the promise of passion in his eyes. "It has been many a year since I last loved a human woman," he growled in a rich, low voice. "I will take my time.and savor your delight."
***
Disclaimer: Stephen Sommers and Universal Pictures own the character of Ardeth Bay. I do not profit from this work.
NOTE: These are THREE SEPARATE stories, not one continuous fic.
***
"I know that this is difficult for you," he murmured, leaning towards her.
She caught the light scent of sandalwood. "It is Allah's will."
"Yes---but to marry a complete stranger." He caught her gaze with his own, and she found herself lost in his rich, mahogany eyes. "You will find me--- understanding. I will not force myself upon you." His hand was warm on her arm.
"I am not displeased with Allah's will," she said, hoping that her eyes were expressing her pleasure.
His smile was slow, but breathtaking. "Nor am I." He pulled her closer, enfolding her in his dusty black robes. "Allah is merciful."
She sought out his mouth with her own, hungrily kissing him, finding him suddenly tensed with emotion, returning her kiss with an intensity that shocked her. His arms pulled her tightly against him, his long fingers taut against her flesh. She sighed softly and laid her head on his shoulder, utterly content.
***
She assumed that she was alone in the darkened room until a shadow detached itself and coalesced into Ardeth's lean form. "What are you doing here?" she gasped. Even in the poor light his bronze skin gleamed. His eyes glittered.
"I could not wait for you," he said brusquely. "I have given you more than enough time. My patience has run through." He began to circle her, stripped to the waist, his black hair hanging loose and wild. He seemed a dangerous beast, some feral panther, uncaged, frightening her.
"But you said---"
He gestured curtly. "I know what I said. But it is impossible."
She took a step backwards, and suddenly he lunged, catching her and dragger her. She realized that he was pulling her towards the bed and renewed her struggles, desperately fighting him. He did not seem to notice, his grip like iron, inexorably forcing her down onto the silk sheets. His mouth claimed hers like a ravenous beast. His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her closer to him, his hot body molten against her.
***
He held her hand in his own, one dark eyebrow arched, his magnificent eyes fixated on her. She knew she should be saying something but her lungs did not seem to be able to draw in breath. He paused again and then brought her hand up, kissing it gently. The pressure of his warm lips, the scratch of his goatee, the subtle passion in his smallest movement ignited her desire. From the moment she had seen his lean, tall frame across the room she had felt a fierce need to possess him, to feel his heat against her own, and with him so near she was losing her composure. Her thoughts tangled and collapsed in her head. The only thing that remained was her raw want of this man, this exquisitely handsome man who watched her with dark eyes burning.
***
The woods were dark and mysterious, but she was not afraid. Though she had been warned countless times about the danger of being in the woods at night she continued at her indolent pace; she was in no hurry to return to her stepfather's cramped cottage. Twilight rendered the trees silver.
She paused to examine a pattern in the grass. A fairy ring, no doubt; the tiny cinnamon colored mushrooms were unmistakable. She smiled. So quaint. What was the old tale? She thought for a moment. Walk three times around, widdershins, then cross your fingers and leap in. She giggled as she circled the ring.
There was a tremendous flare of light when she jumped in, and she was thrown to the ground, dazed. Her head swam and she blinked her eyes, but to no avail. She had been blinded.
Whispers and tiny cries of alarm erupted around her. At first she could not understand them, but eventually one voice rose above the rest. "We must take her to him." She was lifted and carried away.
She was set down carefully. Her eyes were beginning to adjust, and she looked in wonder at the light green forest sprinkled with tiny silver lights. She stood up, turning around, and her breath caught in her throat.
She was in an intimate clearing, the trees close and thick. Low tables and cushions were set about haphazardly. The chairs and pillows were occupied by fairies and elves of all descriptions; most were staring openly at her. Her blood stopped in her veins.
At the far end of the clearing was an ornately carved table of pure gold, and seated at it was a man who could know no equal, if man he was. His dark eyes glimmered as he looked at her. She drank in his beauty, his fine features, his mane of pitch black hair, his lean, muscled body. "What are you doing here?" he demanded sharply, gesturing with a single bronzed hand.
"I---I---" she gasped.
He scowled. "Answer me, Human Child. You cannot deny me here---I am the Lord of the Forest, and this is the heart of my domain." He rose up and leapt over the table in a single fluid movement. He loped towards her, his every motion like that of an untamed beast. He stood before her, his dark, magnificent eyes piercing her, his crimson lips curving in a feral smile, baring white teeth. "Ah.you entered a Circle. Were you not warned?" He drew even closer, his shirtless torso gleaming, his countenance fierce. "You must know that you are now mine," he murmured, suddenly taking her into his arms and kissing her, enveloping her in his wildness, the scent of mist and lightning clinging to him.
He looked at her once more, the promise of passion in his eyes. "It has been many a year since I last loved a human woman," he growled in a rich, low voice. "I will take my time.and savor your delight."
***