Implied sexual assault. Lemon. Be prepared.

How to Treat a Lady

Tyr chuckled as he made his way towards his Lady's chambers. One of the crew had the foresight to release him from his cell before he'd been consumed by the Lady's power. All around him men were on their knees gasping. He picked up the pace, eager to see his lady after a month and a half's separation.

When he finally found her, he growled. She'd obviously been asleep when the man mounted her. He was on top of her, completely naked. Ama was shaking hard, staring into the middle distance. She hadn't even pushed the rapist's body off of her or moved to get away. She'd lost weight; it was funny because Alexander was constantly in the brig bragging about how well she was doing to his prisoner. She looked pale and worn, he could tell that she was at the end of her rope even before this happened.

Tyr dragged the gasping man off of her and twisted his head clean off his body. Dropping the pieces like so much garbage, he moved to claim his woman for himself. He pushed off his leathers, pulled up her dress, and stuffed himself into her sensitized body. Ama bucked against him, the trance she'd been in broken by his swift invasion. He thrust against her, marvelling at how pliant she was against him. She then melted into his embrace, moaning her approval and want as he took her to Heaven. It didn't take long for the couple to find completion, and with her joy, the spell was broken and the bloodthirsty crew could breathe again.

"Get your hands off the Lady," Alexander said angrily, his body oozing threat. Ama whined and started to sit up to protest, but Tyr only smirked down at her.

"Shhhhhhh…" he soothed his woman, a finger to her lips to stop the sounds of distress as he laid her back down. "I saved your crew tonight. You will give me the day with my woman. Otherwise I won't be so quick to save your lives the next time a member of your crew gets rapey."

Alexander thought about it carefully. The Lady was glowing brightly, more brightly than she had in the last three fortnights. What he could see of her was looking full of life and energy. It was a shame that Khaleesi couldn't switch mates, but that wasn't how they were built. He just didn't want to deal with her whining if he tried to drag the man away. Not to mention that he kinda owed the man for getting rid of Gregory for him. The arrogant man used to be second to the Alpha of the Drago-Katzov and had insisted on going along for this latest Khaleesi retrieval. He was an asshole, a bully, and obviously too enamored with the Khaleesi, but his position in the Pride did not allow anyone to do anything about him.

"Very well, Anasazi. Take the day. I will return to escort you back to the brig when it's all over. Enjoy your time with her, Berserker; you'll never have her again. Remove this trash from the Lady's room," he shouted at his crew. They scrambled to do their Captain's bidding. Soon the bleeding body and head were removed, the bloody silk pillows taken away, and the floor scrubbed. Tyr and Amara noticed none of this as he continued thrusting into his woman. She looked lit up inside to the Captain, like a dying battery just plugged into its socket.

The Berserker didn't hesitate to please his woman fully. He didn't hold back and she opened beautifully for him. He didn't pause, even when she passed out from the pleasure of it. He spent the whole day enrapturing her body and soul and when it was over, she was brimming with joy and peace.

"Come on, Anasazi, it's time to go back to your cage." The Nietzschean shivered at the Berserker's threatening growl. A few thrusts later and the Lady let out a throaty moan of completion. He sat up after that, putting his pants back on without looking at his thoroughly satisfied woman. Ama eventually seemed to find the will to sit up in bed. She started kissing and licking the sweat off Tyr's perfect body adoringly, humming happily as she did so.

"Will my Lady require protection from the rest of your crew?" Tyr asked darkly, ignoring his Lady as she continued to attend to him.

"Gregory was a pampered, spoiled, lazy leech. He would have doomed us all without a thought to the crew. He was selfish and he deserved much worse than what he got. My crew has hunted Khaleesi for years. We know how to treat them once we have them. The Lady requires no further protection than that already provided."

"Very well," Tyr said, standing up as if he hadn't just spent the last 26 hours pleasuring his woman to distraction. "Think of me," he whispered arrogantly to his wife, winking when she shivered in delight.

Sorry for the short chapter. I just had to get rid of Gregory before Amara reaches her destination. See ya next week! Remember, I love me some reviews ^_~