Lenneth had let out a cry, slumping forward against him. At first Lezard didn't realize what had happened, thinking she was resting against him. He groaned into her ear, tongue snaking out to trace the curve of it, even as his one hand touched the back of her head. He was caressing her hair, fingers holding her against him, enjoying the feel of her lips against his shoulder.

Still he rocked her on his hips, bouncing her up and down on his length, panting hard as he called out her name. His eyes closed, Lezard wanting to lose himself in the feel of her. She was like wet silk, gripping and holding him, warm and so incredibly tight. Even after all the times he had taken her, made love to her, he still couldn't get over how good she felt. His own slice of paradise right here on this mortal plain, stolen away from the Gods up above.

They didn't deserve her, no one did, no one but him, and Lezard opened his mouth to tell her so. She didn't respond, not even a whimper when he angled his hips, changing the sharp thrust of his cock into her. He frowned, missing her moans, missing the breathless way she begged him to stop.

Even as he settled into a familiar rhythm, the length of him rubbing deliciously against her insides, Lezard frowned. "Lenneth?" Her name came out a groan, even as he was slowly easing her away from his chest, eyes widening in surprise as her head fell back in his grip. Her eyes were shut, lids lowered and flickering as she dreamed, her mouth parted in a small o of surprise. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, taking in her pale skin, wondering if it was his imagination that it had grown whiter yet. Lezard noticed other things as he held her, seeing the dark circles under her eyes from one too many sleepless nights.

Lezard cursed out loud, realizing she had fainted again. It was becoming a habit with her, a troublesome one that left Lezard anxious and worried about her health. And yet his hips did not slow, Lezard's fingers tightening in her hair, holding up her sagging form. Her body was limp, arms hanging down by her sides, fingers dangling loosely against her thighs. If not for the slight rise and fall of her chest, Lezard would have thought her a mere doll, lifeless and without feeling.

He shifted, easing backwards onto the bed, still thrusting into her. Feeling the mattress at his back, Lenneth laying heavy against his front. His chin was brushing against the side of her hair, feeling the luxurious strands soft against his skin. With a sigh, he turned, rolling them onto their sides, still holding onto her, still buried deep between her legs. Lezard lifted her right leg high up in the air, scissoring apart her thighs, hooking one arm underneath her knee. He hissed in pleasure at the access this position gave him, slamming his length into her all the way up to the hilt.

Lenneth stayed passed out, unresponsive except for the jiggling flesh of her body. In this moment she very much reminded him of one of his homunculi, face frozen in sleep, skin deathly pale. The only thing that let him know this wasn't an artificial copy, that this was the genuine article was the warm, wetness squelching between her legs, soft and inviting, making Lezard moan.

It was too much, he was losing control, reasoning to himself there was no need to be gentle if she wasn't awake to feel it. He pounded into her with wild abandon, almost losing his mind at the way she gripped him, trying to hold onto his thrusting length. Minutes passed by, seemingly an eternity, and then he was tensing with a yell, screaming out her name. "Lenneth!"

If possible his movements became faster, more frantic as he pumped into her, and he imagine he could hear her let out little gasping sounds. His seed spilled into her, overflowing, filling her up. Lezard panted, still gripping her leg, still staying deep inside of her, feeling his cum leaking out of him. With a shaky hand he touched his sweat stained face, fingers sliding his glasses up his nose. A deep sigh from him, the sound full of contentment.

He didn't move right away, taking his time to come down off his high, just feeling himself grow gradually limp inside of her. He drew back, pulling out of her, allowing her legs to fall close. Lezard tugged on the sheet she laid on, lifting the material up to his front, wiping himself down. Calmly erasing all signs of his sticky release as he stared down at Lenneth's body.

He dropped his hold on the sheet, placing a knee on the mattress, hovering over her small form. Hands touched her, easing her onto her back, allowing her head to be cushioned on a pillow. "At least I know you're not pregnant..." He said out loud, hands touching her belly, caressing against her stomach, knowing her homunculus body was incapable of reproducing. Not that Lezard would deign to share her even with a child that was half his. Lenneth was his, and his alone, Lezard's fingers curling into fists, gripping the bed sheets as he gazed down at her.

With a shake of his head, he was turning away from the bed, striding over to his discarded jacket. Lezard bent, ruffling through the pockets of his coat, searching for the

tiny vial he had taken to carrying with him. Glass bottle held in his hand, he returned to the bed, climbing in next to Lenneth. He pulled her into his arms, cuddling her against his side, thumb working to pop off the cap on the vial.

A sharp smell assaulted his nostrils, and he grimaced, holding his breath. He placed the vial under Lenneth's nose, shaking it to encourage the smell to waft out even more. She reacted almost immediately, a moan and than a gasp, jerking back against him. Winding a hand in her hair, his fingers worked to close the bottle, watching as Lenneth looked around the room, a frown on her face.

"What happened?" She asked, looking up at him.

He was quiet for a minute, just rubbing his fingers against her scalp, considering his words. "You fainted." He said at last, watching her eyes widen in surprise. "Was it that good...?" Lezard asked teasingly, watching as her cheeks turned pink, her eyes looking away from him. He watched her for a few moments more, letting out a sigh at last. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You could let me go." Lenneth whispered softly, without much hope. Lezard's eyes narrowed, and she cringed back from his glare, stifling a gasp. He was moving, easing her away from him, pushing her back down onto the mattress, body rolling on top of hers. His hands gripped her hair, forcing her to look him in the eye, even as he pinned down her body with the weight of his.

"You won't be freed from me..." He told her, a malevolent smirk on his face. "No matter what." He lowered his face, lips brushing against her mouth, sharply punctuating each word. "Even if I break you, I won't let you go. You are the one thing I cherish, the one thing that is mine, and I will not give you up." Lenneth was still staring up at him horrified, when he closed that last space between them, his kisses as harsh as his words.

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To Be Continued....

Sorry for the long wait between updates...I still hesitate big time about posting this story. Hence why I didn't update it for so long. I think I'm up to drabble 12 in this universe....^^;;

Michelle

Alpha Huntress, thank you for the support and the in depth reviews! :D Yes, I can get why you'd be shocked I posted it here. Heck I'm shocked too! XD You right, he is a versatile character. I think I like him dark the best. Suffocation, it really does feel like he's suffocating her with his attentions, no? I'm glad you have a sadistic side!