Sex with Lezard was a frenzied desperate thing, made even more so by her attempts to leave him. He clung to her, holding Lenneth captive against him, touching his mouth all over her body, making her squirm and moan. It was as though he sought to bind her to him with his kisses, mouth working to convince her to stay by his side, stay with him.
His tongue laved attention on her breast, swirling over her nipple, making her cry out and arch against him. The pleasure made her gasp, made it hard for her to think, even as she struggled, trying to push him away from her. "No don't..." His breath was warm against her nipple, a tickling sensation against the pearled flesh as he spoke. Her hands were now on his shoulders, a feeble attempt to shove him off her. "Don't try to send me away..." Lezard told her, reaching up to encircle her wrists with his hands. "Don't try to leave me...leave us..."
He gently tugged her hands off of him, fingertips caressing against the raised flesh of her scars. He frowned, glancing down at her once flawless skin, a dark look in his eyes. Raising her wrist to his lips, he kissed the marks of her pain, tongue licking across the ugly red scars as he worked his way up her arm. Lenneth could feel the shudder in him as he reached the worst of her injuries, dark, permanent reminders of how close he had come to losing her.
"Lenneth!" Through with her scars, he pulled her tight against him, wrapping his arms possessively around her body. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, just holding her for the moment. She tolerated this like she did all his other unwanted touches, knowing the necromancer was terrified over what had almost happened. Little had changed between them since that day, her suicide attempts hadn't subdued his passion for her. If anything it had increased his need, a frightening thought when one thought of the intensity he had loved her with in the days preceding her near death experience.
Although there WAS a difference in the way he treated her, small subtle ways, at times as kind as Lezard could manage to be, considering the circumstances of their relationship. He tried to be considerate of her needs, backing off when she was too tired, forcing himself to be content with just holding her. Lezard tried to always be with Lenneth, giving her little time to herself, few if any chances to repeat what she had tried to do.
Lenneth sighed, staring over Lezard's head, seeing how quick he had been to remove all glass from her surroundings. Even the windows had been replaced, cemented over with stone, making her prison even more drab than it had already been. She realized she had had only once chance to be free of him, to escape her situation, and she had failed it.
It was a failure that condemned her more thoroughly than anything that could have awaited her in the pits of Nifleheim. Sweet torture at the skillful hands of Lezard, hated touches that left her quivering and yearning for him, need and disgust mixing together, the line between them blurring as she was forced to give in over and over. Lenneth thought it would be easy to go mad, to lose her mind completely if this was to continue.
Tender touches from Lezard, the necromancer drawing her attention outwards, causing her to look at him. His hand on the back of her head, guiding her face towards his, kissing him, feeling cold and lifeless even as he sought to warm her up, make her respond to him. Lenneth dutifully moved her lips, mashing them against his, feeling the quiver of his jaw, Lezard pleased by her participation.
"I'm so glad I found you in time..." He whispered, one last lick across her lips before he was tugging her head back, fingers curled in her hair. The line of her throat was exposed, Lezard kissing down the middle of it. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you..."
She didn't reply, shivering as she recalled that day. Lezard had flown into a rage when she had told him she wished for nothing more than for him to have let her die. He had screamed at her, railed wild curses and threats, flown about the room, destroying porcelain pitches and expensive vases. Tearing down the curtains that surrounded the bed, ripping the door off the closet, magic crackling around his body. Panting, seeming exhausted from his self induced rage, he had reached for her, amethyst eyes blazing with a hint of madness to them. It had almost scared her, her heart beating faster with the hope that maybe he would grant her her wish, and use his own hands to choke the life out of her.
But instead he had sunk down to his knees, Lezard placing his head in her lap, a genuine sob echoing out of him. He sounded strange when he cried, almost broken, voice hoarse with grief. Her skirt turned wet from his tears, and it had moved her to the point of touching him, fingers finding their way into the short strands of his hair. They sat like that for hours, Lezard clinging to her, being soothed by her touch.
They didn't often talk about what had happened, Lezard seeming incapable of understanding why she had tried to kill herself. He just kept reiterating to her how thankful he was that she was still alive, still with him. If Lenneth tried to give any a hint of not agreeing with his words, that look appeared in his eyes, Lezard appearing poised on the brink of flying off into another one of those grief fueled rages.
"Lenneth...my beloved...my cherished one..." Hands on her thighs, forcing them apart, Lezard rubbing himself against her. Lenneth shuddered, body shaking, suppressing her cries as he slid into her with a happy sigh. His need for her was too much, far greater than any one woman should have to endure, Lezard barely giving her the time to recover from her near death experience. He had waited just this side of impatience, letting her wounds start to heal over, making sure there was no chance of them accidentally opening up, and then he had brought her back to his bed, claiming her body once more.
Bitter tears fell from her eyes, Lezard looking startled at the sight of them. And why shouldn't he be surprised, Lezard had thought he had "cured" her of crying when he touched her. Even as he moved his hips, plunging in and out of her, he leaned in close, tongue darting out to lick at her cheek. She just stared at him, watching as he attempted to lick away her tears, catching her sadness on his tongue.
"Don't cry Lenneth..." He whispered, tongue flickering against her cheek. "You'll be with me forever...I'll find a way for us to even transcend eternity, locking our souls together." His words just made her tears flow harder, faster than he could lick away, Lezard soon tiring of the attempt. Instead he rolled them around on the bed, ending up on his back, hands guiding her to sit up on him, straddling his hips.
He smiled up at her, murmuring encouragement, hands urging her to move, to ride him. She settled her hands on his stomach, feeling the slight hint of muscle there, pushing down with her palms as she centered herself. She raised up off him, only to plunge back down, Lezard crying out, head tossed back against the pillows. Her hands slid upwards, touching his chest, even as she bounced on him, resting on her knees, watching him impassively. He was panting, a grin on his face, eyes a light with desire.
Past his collarbone her fingers caressed, touching his neck, hands on either side of his throat. For a second her fingers tensed on his tender skin, Lenneth imagined closing her fists around his neck, choking the life out of him. She was startled by the rush of pleasure such a thought brought her, feeling her hips start to gyrate, almost out of control, and then she was screaming. Arching her back, thrusting her chest forward, hands still temptingly on his throat, realizing her body had erupted into orgasm at the thought of killing her tormentor.
Her nerves were on fire, pulsating warmth centering on her core, sharp tingles that left her seeing stars, panting heavily. A squeeze on her chest, Lezard reaching up to wrap his hands around her breasts. She was still wiggling, riding him up and down, even as her mouth fell open in a moan, tongue licking across her lower lip. She flushed, and guiltily she drew her hands away from his neck, Lezard never realizing how close she had come to a murder attempt.
She was slowing down, finding herself exhausted from the expenditure of her pleasure, Lezard still rock hard between her legs. She gritted her teeth at the feel of him rubbing her insides, friction that caused after shocks in her body, quivers and shudders from her. And then she was falling, Lezard once again controlling their position, rolling her onto her stomach. He pressed against her back, hips slamming against her rear, riding her hard in an attempt to finish himself off. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets, Lenneth moaning, feeling Lezard kiss the curve of her ear, harsh grunts emitting from him.
She buried her face in a pillow, muffling her cries, feeling Lezard start to go even faster. She knew he was close, he didn't start to lose control of his hips other wise. Lenneth wanted to block out the sounds, drown out his groans and the wet squelching of her body as he slid in and out of her. He shuddered, his body tensing up, and then he was releasing, screaming out her name, telling her once more how much he loved her.
He slumped down on top of her, lips brushing against the back of her shoulder, wet kisses as he stained her insides with a piece of himself. Lenneth clutched the pillow to her face, biting down on the cotton, muffling the scream of anguish that had built up inside her. Lezard didn't notice her distress, kissing her shoulder blades, pulling out of her. Lenneth stayed on her stomach, ignoring his mouth working it's way down her spine, gentle kisses tracing the ridges down her back.
She was grateful he was only human, knowing he had to rest before he could force himself on her again. Lenneth wished he would stop touching her, stop running his mouth over her skin, stop whispering about the depths of his love for her. This was sheer torture and nothing more, the cycle of abuse never ending, always continuing. Lenneth cried harder into the pillow, even as Lezard started to turn her over, snatching the pillow away from her face. She choked on his kisses, pushing at his shoulders, trying to shove him away from her.
"NO!!" Both of them crying in unison, same word, different meanings. Lezard desperately clinging to her, even as she tried to get away, frowning. Why couldn't he just take what he wanted from her? Why did he insist on maintaining their closeness even after he performed the despicable act of taking her body? Lenneth feared she'd never completely understand this madman's desires, even as she slowly came to accept the fact that she'd never get away from him, not now, not ever.