Path to Submission Chapter 6: In the Dead of Night

A/N: You know the drill. Don't make me send Scabior after you.

This Chapter's song: "Invitation" by Switchblade Symphony

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Scabior

The hours ticked by slowly.

He was clearly at a disadvantage in this camp. He had somehow, somewhere, become the hunted. The prey. The all too easy target of another Snatcher. A woman, no less. However beautiful she was, however she made him feel, he was not wanted here. That much he was sure about.

He lay curled up on the floor…two blankets beneath him, two covering him, and still he shivered uncontrollably.

Was it from the chill in the air? Was it the cold, hard ground he lay upon? Or, was it something far more chilling?

He sighed and rolled over to face the wall of the tent. Sleep was far from coming for him, but in the end, come it did.

Scabior woke several hours later to a feeling of being watched. But, it was the scent in the air, that drug him out of a restless sleep. He raised his head slightly and looked around.

He couldn't see anything at first, the moonlight from outside did not penetrate the inside of his small tent, but soon his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Then he saw her.

She sat in a chair not too far from where he lay, watching him in silence. Had she been there the whole time, watching him sleep? She couldn't have been, for he would have known that she had been there. Her intoxicating scent…of musk, wind and rain…would have called out to him.

Scabior didn't move. Perhaps she would think him still asleep? Perhaps, she would go back to her own tent and leave him be.

That's what the tired, beaten down side of him wanted. The side that craved her, wanted her, needed her, said otherwise. That side wanted her to take him right where he lay…

She laughed abruptly.

Scabior shivered.

"Love, you amuse me."

He grunted and curled up deeper in the blankets.

"Bloody great." His voice hoarse and sore.

She laughed again.

A dim light lit up the small, grungy tent. She rose from the chair, came to where he lay, and dropping to her knees, she knelt beside him. Her smooth, cool fingers stroked a lock of hair from his eyes.

"My love, she hurt you, did she not?" She studied him for a moment, one hand roaming over his body, "Yes, I believe she did."

Scabior muttered softly under his breath.

She grinned at this. Leaning down close to his ear, her breath hot upon his skin, she whispered softly.

"Poor love." She cooed. "You will be perfectly well in the morning, that I have no doubt of."

She moved slightly, and Scabior thought she meant to leave. Instead, she placed a hand firmly on his side, and rolled him onto his back.

He fought back a scream of pain. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Aww…yes, she did hurt you."

Scabior tried rolling back over onto his side, but a firm hand held him in place.

"Ah, ah…I want you on your back, and that is where you will stay, Scabior." Her voice was a mixture of dominance and softness. Warm, yet cold.

For a long moment, she just sat there gazing at him, her emerald, kohl lined eyes drank him in. She seemed to be taking a series of snapshots in her head, to be replayed at a later time…as if she did not want to forget what he looked like.

"Wot do you want, Konstantina?" He whispered through clenched teeth.

She smiled that wickedly warm smile of hers.

"You, Scabior. I want you."

He sighed inwardly.

"You 'ave me already. I'm 'ere with you." Scabior breathed deeply, fighting a wave of nausea churning in his stomach.

Konstantina laughed.

"Oh, you don't understand, love. Of course I have you…I own you now. No, I want you."

He knew what she meant. How could it have not dawned on him the moment she knelt beside him?

"I'm tired."

Konstantina didn't seem to regard this as a good enough reply.

"Tired? As if that matters? You will learn that when I say I want you, you will obey . I want you; therefore, I shall have you, regardless of your tiredness." She snarled at him.

Scabior stared up at her. Just get it over with, he thought tiredly.

She sat up on her knees, gazing longing down at him, and soon straddled him.

Scabior groaned frantically. He didn't know if it was from the added pressure on his lower back where the cat o nine tails had ripped skin, or from the fact that she sat directly above his already throbbing hardness. All he knew was that the pain was searing him like fire.

Yet, at the same time…it aroused him greatly. It sent chills along his spine…it made his body ache for her…he closed his eyes and savoured every ounce of it.

When he opened his eyes again, it was to a sight he didn't expect to see.

Konstantina was completely naked and she looked lustfully down at him.

She leaned down, took his chin in her hand, pressed her lips to his, and kissed him deeply, feverishly. He groaned softly.

"Please…" It came out as a whimper.

She chuckled.

"Please, what Scabior?" Her lips brushed over his.

For a moment he didn't seem to know what he wanted to say. He wanted her, needed her…craved her like he craved air…still, he was unsure of what to say.

Konstantina smiled, ran a finger along his jaw line, and kissed him once more. She waved her hand , and he found himself naked beneath her, the only thing he still wore, was the pink scarf…he could feel the heat of her sex…and her scent now…

He could have died happy right at that moment.

She grabbed the scarf and yanked him into sitting position. She leaned over his shoulder and examined his back. The still bleeding cuts made her pause for a moment…he heard her sigh.

"They'll be gone by morning." She promised, her lips brushing over his again.

Scabior simply nodded. He knew, even though this pain, these marks, would be gone in the morning, they would be replaced, at some point, by others.

She smiled warmly at him, her fingers running though his hair, eventually undoing the tie that held it back from his face. Leaning forward, she ghosted a soft kiss over his closed eyes…down along his nose, to his parted lips.

He sighed.

Konstantina murmured in his ear.

Scabior shivered.

She lay him back down gently. Despite her eagerness for him, her desire to ravish him where he lay…she needed to be gentle with him. At least, for now.

He could feel her heat against his hardness…could feel how wet she was, and it drove him mad.

"Take me." He whispered.

How odd this sounded coming from him.

She smiled down at him.

"I will, my lovely."

Scabior tilted his head slightly.

Using his own words against him…

He smirked at this. Yes, she would most certainly do something like that…

… and something like this…

Scabior felt the warm tight wetness…his twitching cock was sheathed inside it before he had time to think about it.

"Nnnh…" He moaned deeply.

She moved on him slowly, she did not encourage him to touch her, but he did. His hands went to her hips, guiding her movements to match his upward thrusts. It went on for a few moments…a few blissful moments.

Her hand had snaked around to the back of his head, gripped some of his hair, and yanked his head back harshly.

Scabior yelped slightly.

"So pretty…" She whispered coolly. "So beautiful."

His grey-blue eyes watered a little…his cock throbbed painfully inside her.

"And so delicious…"

Scabior moaned.

Konstantina's mouth moved along his jaw, down to his neck. Her tongue lapped at the saltiness of his skin, tasting, teasing…

She bit down hard, causing him to yelp again.

"Beautiful…" She murmured as she licked the small drops of blood.

Scabior twitched. His body shivering, despite the fact he felt as if he were on fire.

She pulled away and smiled at him. His blood stained her lips a ruby red.

"So pretty you are…and…" She leaned forward towards him, her lips ghosting over his in a tender kiss…

"Mine."

A/N: Not too happy with this chapter, but I needed to get something out. I had people breathing down my neck for it. Lol Poor, darling dangerous Scabior…what has become of him?