The room was in shambles, door ruined, books scattered across the floor. Lenneth noted these things, even as she struggled against Lezard, trying to push free of his arms. He held her so effortlessly, carrying her towards the dishelved bed, out right laughing in her face. Nothing she did had discouraged him, the man pitching her forward onto the bed, her body bouncing hard from the impact.

He was on her before she could sit up, body sliding into place a top hers, legs straddling her waist. He was too heavy, her body bucking against his, even as he grabbed hold of both sides of her face. She was inhaling to scream when Lezard kissed her, mouth sealing over hers possessively. Even as his tongue plunged into her mouth, moving with urgent need, she fought, hands pushing against his chest. Alternately pushing and grabbing at him, trying different tactics, hands beating at his arms.

He ignored them all, holding her head in place, mingling his tongue with hers as she whined a protest at him. He used his expertise to kiss her senseless, leaving her half dazed and panting for breath when he finally broke the kiss. He let her fall back against the sheets, his body twisting, hands reaching for something that lay coiled by the foot of the bed.

Lenneth heard the rustle of chains, seeing a long length of metal held in Lezard's hands. She started to sit up, once again pushing at his chest, trying in vain to shove him off her. He merely laughed, and forced her back down, Lenneth straining against the iron grip he had on her right wrist. Her left hand was free, and she took to banging her fist against the side of his head, hearing him let out an annoyed snarl.

"Behave yourself!" He hissed, snapping a manacle around her right wrist. The chain was welded to the center of it, strong and unbreakable, Lezard letting go of her to watch in amusement as she fought with the metal. Her left hand grabbed at the chain, pulling and testing at it's strength, not failing to noticing how much of it there was. There was room to maneuver off the bed, perhaps enough length to allow her to pace around the floor, even as the chain kept her tethered to the bed.

Her despair must have shown on her face, for his expression softened, Lezard's hand on her cheek. His touch was soft, a tender caress meant to soothe her. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, not wanting his feigned pity at her predicament. His hand stroked down to her the side of her neck, and still she did not look at him, eyes only opening when she felt him graze the front of her throat with his kisses.

"No." A quiet word from her, Lenneth trying to avoid his kisses. "NO!!" Stronger this time, reaching for his hair, fisting handfuls of it as she tried to pull him up.

"Lenneth..." He hissed into her skin, Lenneth freezing at the threat he offered her. "Don't make me chain up both your hands." She reluctantly let go of his hair, leaving her

hands to lay flat by her sides. "That's a good girl." Lezard purred approvingly, his hands now caressing the sides of her waist.

He continued to kiss at her neck, lips sucking fast and furious at her tender skin, hands always moving, stroking up towards the sides of her breasts. She wriggled, trying to avoid his hands, feeling his touches move to the front of her chest. His fingers dug into the top of her bodice, and with a yank jerked it open so that it split down the middle. Her breasts bounced free of the shredded remains of her dress, Lezard palming them in his hand, kissing his way downwards.

His hair brushed against her exposed skin, a tickling sensation, lips puckered and smacking in between her breasts. Hands pushed on her breasts, squeezing them together for him to brush his mouth over her peaks. She shuddered, a cry of revulsion escaping her, starting to squirm more vigorously. Laughter from him, deep chuckles against her skin, Lezard enjoying the way her flesh jiggled in his hands at her movement.

His fingers kneading her flesh, Lenneth shifting, uncomfortable with his touches. Even as he massaged her bosom, his tongue flickered out, licking across her nipples. She reacted, bucking, trying to knock him off, grabbing at his hands. Lezard ignored he attempts, letting her hold onto his wrists as he teased her nipples, tongue licking them into two hardened points.

"Don't do this." Lenneth bit back a moan, squirming in his grip, fingers digging into his skin. "Don't make me..." She trailed off, seeing him lift his head slightly, right eyebrow arched, a question in his eyes.

"Don't make you what?" A chuckle then, a twisting of his lips as he smirked at her. "Don't make you enjoy this?" Her cheeks burned with shame, Lenneth refusing to answer. Lezard practically purred as he spoke to her, thumbs pressing down against her nipples, rubbing in furiously fast circles. "Ah but you do enjoy it, don't you? Each and every delicious minute of my...affection towards you."

"No...You're wrong!" She told him, shaking her head. "I hate it! I hate YOU!"

"Your words would wound me if I knew you didn't really mean it." Lezard told her, fingers still playing with her nipples. He was almost absent minded as he touched her, fingers lazily tracing circles around her nipples.

"You're mad if you believe that!" Lenneth said, expression as haughty as she could manage. "Everything you do, everything you've done, it only makes me despise you. I hate you completely, I'll never love you, never feel anything but disgust for you." He was staring at her, expression unreadable, Lenneth hurrying to fill the silence with something other than her cries. "No matter how long you keep me, my feelings will never, ever change!"

"Really?" He asked, his fingers capturing hold of her flesh, giving her breasts soft squeezes. "So sure are we?" He smirked at her muffled whines, settling his body more firmly against hers. "I can make you enjoy this, it's only a matter of time before your heart follows your body's surrender to me."

"Never! OH! Never!" Lenneth said, chain rattling as she squirmed.

"Never is a long time, and I will see that we have an eternity together!" Lezard told her, lowering his face towards her chest. She could feel his breath ghost along her skin, raising goose bumps, leaving her shivering. She anticipated his moves, holding back her cries as his tongue slowly teased the tip of her nipple. He flicked it back and forth, that hardened bit of skin growing tighter, filling her with a tingling sensation.

"Just....just get it over with!" Lenneth cried out, suddenly finding her nipple immersed inside his hot mouth. Her skin became slick with his saliva, Lezard playfully tugging on her nipple, eager to get a reaction from her. She let go of his wrists to grab onto the bed sheets, digging her nails into the material. It made her feel better to hold onto it, Lenneth listening as her nails tore into the sheets, trying to concentrate on the sound to block out what he was doing to her.

"Lezard..." An inward wince, his name coming out a breathless moan, trying not to writhe from the force of suction he was using on her. "Please...don't tease me...I can't stand it!"

But he was ignoring her, tongue pressing against her nipple, swirling around it as he opened his mouth to take in the dark skin of her areola. His laughter vibrated against her skin, Lezard amused by her pleading tone. His hands were busy, the man not content to leave either breast neglected. Lenneth tried to stop her reactions, trying not to arch up off the bed, a whine escaping her as she fought not to push against his mouth.

And when his teeth pulled on her nipple, she pulled too, Lenneth trying to move away, feeling a sharp spike of pleasure from the opposing forces of their actions. It was always like that with them, working at cross purposes, even when it came to pleasure.

Even as she found herself falling, starting to lose herself to the bliss his mouth offered, she cursed him in her mind. Hating him, despising him. She ranted and raved, cursing his name, his very existence, even as she moaned, body writhing, dancing to the rhythm his mouth demanded of her.

At some point he pulled off the remains of her dress, sliding the gown down her legs, shoving it to the side of the bed. One last fierce suck on her nipple, Lezard smiling, thinking to gain her compliance by kissing his way down her belly. Puckered lips smacked sweetly against her flesh, Lezard moving slow but steady, making progress down her body. Again he teased her with his tongue, Lenneth gasping, surprised when he dipped it into her belly button.

He swirled it around, making her shiver, and then Lezard continued his downwards descent. His hands worked to pry her thighs apart, the man settling in between her legs, tongue coming out for a quick taste. She was relived when she didn't cry out, though her cheeks burned when he questioned her.

"What's this?" A delighted laugh from Lezard, his eyes meeting hers, the man smug. "You're wet Lenneth. Heh...at least you're body is more honest than you are."

"That's not..." She trailed off, unable to deny she had grown wet from his handling of her breasts.

"That's what?" He wanted to know, and she shook her head no.

"It's only my body's natural reaction. It doesn't mean anything!" Lenneth told him, and he gave a lazy shrug of his shoulders.

"It means plenty to me." He smirked. "Your body is quick to respond to me...quicker now then when I first brought you here. You yearn for my touch, yearn for me, desire my body."

"No...!"

"No?" He laughed. "How can you say that when you're this wet?!" A tsking sound. Lezard reaching with his fingers to spread her lips open, eyeing the glistening pinkness inside. "Face it Lenneth, it's me who's doing this to you, not anyone else, not Lucian, but me!"

"Damn you!" She hissed out, bringing her hands to her face to block out the sight of his grin. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his tongue lick along her slit, her hands quickly pressing against her mouth to hold back her cry of pleasure. Try as she might to deny it, his tongue felt good stroking along, and soon she found herself wiggling her hips, an urgent whine issuing from her lips.

She couldn't see Lezard's face, he was too enmeshed in his task of dining on her, face buried against her, but she was sure he was smirking at her sounds. Her legs trembled with need, and she wriggled harder, Lezard responding by grabbing onto her, holding her down on the bed, trying to still her movements. Lenneth fought against his hold, trying to buck her body, wanting to drive his tongue in deeper. But he refused to be rushed, doing slow, deliberate licks, tongue occasionally dipping inside the entrance of her body, only to pull back out.

It made her grow tight with need, body clenching as though trying to grab hold of his evasive tongue, Lenneth moaning out a please. She felt dizzy with need, half wanting him to stop, but the other half demanding him to continue. It made no difference, he was intent on making her enjoy this, ruthless as he finally allowed his tongue to wiggle inside her, stroking from side to side.

She knew she was getting wetter, her body simply couldn't resist what his tongue was doing to her. She continued to shake and shiver, tiny oohs escaping her, as she tried to squirm free of his hands, Lezard's grip just this short of painful as he held her down. "Deeper." Lenneth gasped out, hands lowering from her face. "Please.." He obliged her, tongue extended as far as it could go, and still it was not enough, her body craving more.

Somehow her legs ended up on his shoulders, Lenneth wanting to kick out in response to the pleasure, Lezard lifting her up slightly off the bed, mouth sealed into place over her womanhood. His tongue was plunging ruthlessly in and out of her, mimicking the thrusting he normally did with his cock. A few more thrusts, and then he was licking her again, moving upwards, searching out the spot on her body that felt the most sensitive.

Her toes actually curled inside her slippers when he found it, Lezard licking eagerly at her clitoris. Sharp flashes of pleasure shot through her body, her voice singing out, wanton moans, Lenneth finding herself growing absolutely shameless with need. She nearly came when his lips closed around that delicate bit of flesh, Lezard exerting just the tiniest bit of suction on her clit.

Her whole body trembled, beads of sweat pearling on her body, Lenneth moaning. She could feel it building up in her, body aflame with heat, tingles centering in her groin, making her squirm. The feelings grew more intense, her voice crying out, chest heaving as she panted, and then she felt as though she exploded with pleasure, seeing flashes of white before her eyes as she arched her back.

Even as she came, Lezard continued to suck at her clit, Lenneth letting out whimpers, feeling overly sensitive. If he meant to drive her mad with pleasure he was succeeding, her body brimming with moisture, her head tossing from side to side, fingers pulling on the bed sheets.

He was always doing things like that, going one step to far, as though seeking to render her senseless from pleasure. It was something he did well, she sagged against the mattress when he disengaged, breath blowing across her wet slit, making her shiver. "Lenneth..." His hands lowered her legs, placing them carefully on the bed, spread around him. He eased upwards, hands already opening his pants, Lezard not bothering to undress himself. Only his erection was freed, cock looking big and impossibly hard. It used to scare her to see him like this, to think he would put something of that size inside her. She wondered when she had grown used to the sight, almost impassive to the way he pressed it against her, the tip of his cock nudging inside her.

Just the head and Lenneth was crying out, Lezard smirking, pushing more of himself inside her. "Your voice is so beautiful, especially when you are aroused." He told her, and she managed to narrow her eyes into a glare. She didn't want him talking, didn't want his words distracting her.

A thrust of his hips, her entrance stretching to accommodate him, Lezard nestled inside her. He moaned in delight, spouting nonsense about what a perfect fit they were together, practically cooing over how tight and wet she was. She tried to ignore his words, watching as he began to withdraw, her body feeling slow friction as he pulled out. Only the tip of him remained inside her, and then with a thrust, the rest went back in, making her yelp.

Soon Lezard was thrusting in a satisfying rhythm, her body sliding up and down the sheets, breasts bouncing. He liked to watch her face as he fucked her, wanting to see every emotion on her face. Lenneth closed her eyes, content to just concentrate on the feel of him moving inside her, when she felt it. His hands lifting her up off the bed, pulling her towards him. She gasped and grabbed onto him, arms wrapped around his torso, finding his hands on her ass, grinding her body onto his length. Lenneth knew what he wanted, wanted her to move with him, and she responded, bucking her hips against his thrusts.

He was kissing her, lips buried in the crook of her shoulder, words of his demented obsession with her whispered in between the smacks of his lips. She grit her teeth, trying to ignore what he was saying, pressing closer to him so that her breasts smooshed against his chest. His dick thrust in deep enough to brush against the entrance to her womb, a pained pleasure that had her hissing, fingers scratching at his back. If not for his shirt, she was confidant she would have scratched him deep enough to bleed, the thought making her moan with excitement.

Lenneth liked the thought of causing Lezard pain, her body reacted in so many delightful ways, breath catching in her throat, pulse quickening. Lezard's mouth nipped and sucked at her shoulder, her chain rattling as he thrust into her. She caressed his back, hands moving up towards his neck, Lezard lifting his head up, seeming to enjoy the feel of her fingers touching him.

"I'm close..." He announced, thrusting into her faster, making it hard for her to catch her breath. She nodded, fingers catching at her chain, pulling more of it over his shoulder. He wasn't paying attention, lost to the feel of her body, and as he threw back his head to let out a wild sounding howl, she struck. Lenneth tossed the chain over his neck, using it like a noose, pulling it tight behind his back.

"Lenneth!" Lezard said, letting go of her to bring his hands up to the chain, fingers scrambling wildly for purchase. She watched without emotion, body still bouncing on him, her hands pulling the chain tighter, watching the skin bulge around the chain. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, and his mouth fell open in shock, wheezing sounds escaping him. He was too concentrated on pulling the chain away from his neck to push her away, Lenneth fisting the chain so hard her knuckles turned white.

It seemed he was caught off balance, unable to get a grip that could free him from the chain. Her eyes narrowed, Lenneth hissing into his face, "Die you bastard, die!" Lezard continued to wheeze, unable to form the words to respond, she could feel him growing flaccid, the terror making him lose his erection. His cock wasn't the only thing growing limp, his body was sagging, Lezard falling backwards onto the bed.

If he thought to cause her to loosen her grip he was wrong, Lenneth staying on top of him, riding his body downwards, still holding the chain as tight as she could. He continued to paw at his neck, the skin there red and looking raw, his face starting to turn blue. She stayed straddling him, knowing her eyes must be cold and cruel, her hands trying to pull the chain even tighter as though she would sever his neck in half. She watched his eyes bulged, saw the panic in them, and all the while his desperate

attempts for air rang like music in her ears.

This is.....not exactly the end. But it's as far as I wrote for this particular fic. So for now it's a cliff hanger ending. It could go either way, and right now it's set up that the reader can imagine what sort of ending happens. Does he get out of this somehow, or does she suceed. (Though knowing me, I can't bear to actually kill off Lezard...)

I do have some ideas for continuing it, but I worry it might seem....redundant. I also had the idea of somehow getting Lucian invovled. (ANd I guess I'm twisted cause I imagine Lezard killing him in this storyline if that happens! ^^""))

Michelle

Eleene, I like that reason. Heck, I think some of my writing for VP makes ME squirm, and it took a lot of nerve to post this particular series on this site. Thanks for your support.

Seducing Reason, I love a crazy, obsessed Lezard too! :D I've called it Dark Drabble for so long, I can't think of it as anything else. ^^'' But a proper title would be nice, even if it would always be dark drabble to me. I think he was born this way, in the seraphic gate, there was an oracle that said something about how Lezard would have still been this way even if Odin never existed. Made it sound like it was his destiny to be a sinner. And thanks for explaining to the flamer about the appeal. I'm fascinated with darker themes, especially the being trapped in such a situation and how the people react.

Floofal, thanks again. :) And yes, I'm a girl. And thanks for defending me and the fic to that guy. If I can get my VP muse/voice back (Something I've been trying.) we might get a thirteen chapter after all. I feel all rusty, cause except for one or two one shots, I haven't written for Valkyrie Profile in a while. It's all been Voltron...

KouUsagi, oh thank you. Everyone is making me blush and all happy with their words. I haven't read Lolita yet, but I am vaguely familiar with it's concept.

Yukilumi, thanks! You sound like me a little, in your way of thinking. A big reason I returned to writing after like a four or five year abscence was my upset at Lezard dying. (Damn game making me kill my fave male character. _) I wanted to give him a happy ending. Next thing I know I've got a million stories under my belt...(Which I need to finish if I can find my muse.)

Yes, it can be tough...and I let my feelings get hurt too easily by the flamers. Though I've gotten better and don't get as upset as I used to. And if you're looking for more darker Lezard gets Lenneth fics, well...I do have a website. Shameless plug time. Asgardian Pleasures. Read my profile on this site, to get the link. It has many Lezard Lenneth stories, and a lot of them are darker themed. I'm happier when I write dark, it seems to flow better. Most of the Lezard Lenneth stories I stuck on this site, are what I deem safe, happy stories. (Honeslty some of them make me cringe now with embarrassment.) I only posted Dark Drabble here, cause a friend dared me to stop being chicken and post it. My site is a word press site, so it allows comments there too! *is a review whore.*