He tells her it's been a full week since she tried to kill him. A full week of being chained, of laying trapped in bed. Lenneth has no choice but to believe him. It isn't as though there are any clocks in the room, no calendars to mark the passing of the days. She can't even see outside, the sun and the moon just as stolen from her as her divinity. She has nothing to go on, time holding little meaning here in this room, in this tower.

It's their own little world, the two cut off, isolated from the rest of Creation. But it is no paradise, at least not to Lenneth. She's trapped in a waking nightmare, slowly suffocating, slowly dying. The end can't come fast enough for her, and yet a release from this prison continues to elude her. No matter how Lenneth tries to reach for it, escape always eludes her.

It isn't fair. It's cruel. But more than that, it's exhausting. Lenneth feels as though she has expended the last of her energies fighting against Lezard. In trying to resist him. Her body no longer tries. It eagerly gives itself over to the abusive pleasures he forces on her. The torments her body finds sweet, addicting. And like an addict, it yearns for the next drugging drop of ecstasy.

Lenneth hates that she feels this way. Hates that she is so at odds with herself. Her heart cannot stand what Lezard does to her, weeping, screaming. She doesn't know what she will do, if her hearts starts to give up. To give in so completely would destroy her, the shattered remains of her soul breaking even further. Lezard doesn't care how much damage he does to her inside. He's admitted as much to her, so greedy, so selfish to hold on to Lenneth forever.

Lezard thinks he loves her. Lenneth knows better. She knows you don't do the things that Lezard does. Not to someone you truly love. He only wants to possess, so lost in his obsession with her, Lezard is blinded to right and wrong. He's lost what little morals he might have possessed, too consumed with pleasure and the pursuit of it.

Lenneth is surprised when he decides to finally free her of the chains. Surprised, but grateful though her gratitude is not extended towards him. She can't, won't thank him for giving back a freedom that should have been hers all along. For treating it as though it is a privilege, one she must earn to keep. She'll play his game, but only to a certain degree, Lenneth choosing not to attack him the instant she is free.

Not that she would have been successful in any such attack. Her arms are stiff, sore from being held in the same position for so long. Lenneth might even whimper as she slowly lowers them to her side, the sensations flaring just this side of painful. The rest of her body is little better, her legs weak and not wanting to support her as she tries to stand.

Lezard is there to catch her as she falls. Lenneth recoils, preferring to end up on the floor rather than in his arms. He's so used to her flinches, to her expressed revulsion, it doesn't even phase him. He merely lifts her up, and cradles her in his arms. She is stiff in his embrace, avoiding looking at him as he holds her. Lenneth can't go as far as to pretend he isn't there. She's simply too aware of Lezard, her body refusing to be fooled. Her skin tingles where his arms touch her, embarrassed warmth filling Lenneth to the core.

She can smell him. His scent is clean, healthy. Familiar with it's masculine mix of leather and magic. Lenneth hates that even that is so familiar to her. Just as his taste is, Lenneth feeling bile rise in her throat at the remembrance of his bitter salt. She doesn't want to remember the times he's made her take him in her mouth. It's too much of an indignity.

Lenneth wants Lezard to put her down, even though she's still not sure she can stand. He ignores her pleas like he always does, a spring in his step as he carries

her towards the bathroom. The warm pool of water that is already prepared for her, holds Lenneth's attention. It's been too long since she's last been able to soak herself clean. To immerse herself in something more than a damp cloth's fabric.

Once again she tries to leave his arms. Lezard only tightens his grip on her, testing Lenneth's limits of patience. He won't let her go. Not without demanding a kiss in compensation. It seems a small price to pay, but every kiss, every touch weighs heavy on her soul.

There is no use in fighting him. Lenneth knows and understands that. The times she has tried, has only ended in pain, Lezard triumphing over her. And still she tries to turn her head, forcing Lezard to half set her down so that he can catch at her hair with his fingers. His one arm is around her waist, keeping her upright and pressed against him. Lenneth can feel the trembles in her legs, her knees shaking as they attempt to give out. Lezard lowers them both to the cool tile of the floor, covering her with his body.

She is naked, he is not. But clothes aren't much of an obstacle. Lenneth has learned this time and time again. She stops trying to avoid his lips, though she doesn't open her mouth. She makes him work for her tongue, the firm pressure of his lips almost bruising. He nibbles, and actually catches at her bottom lip with his own. Pulling on it insistently, only to let go and glide his tongue across it.

Both his hands are in her hair now, holding her steady. His mouth softens when Lenneth yields, his tongue's thrust bringing the taste of him to her. It's a kiss that is as needy as it is demanding, Lezard seeming to eat up the very air she breathes. When he at last allows Lenneth her freedom, she pulls back with a gasp, panting heavily for air as Lezard puts his mouth to her throat. His teeth scrap over her skin, causing her to shiver even further in response. It's all she can do to remind him of the bath, Lezard pulling back. His expression is such Lenneth thinks she won't ever get clean, especially when he begins removing his clothes.

Pushing up on her elbows, Lenneth watches him apprehensively. She doesn't pause to admire his body, doesn't want to see the evidence of his arousal. Nor does she especially want to look at his eyes, or see that infuriating smile of his. But she has learned not to look away when Lezard is on the prowl. Anything can and will happen, Lezard holding a mischievous streak to him.

That streak is in full stride, Lezard once again reaching for her. Ignoring her hands, as Lenneth tries to bat him away. She ends up in his arms, Lezard carrying her into the pool. She actually lets out a pleased hiss at the touch of the warm water on her skin. It feels so good, the only true delight she has felt in so long. Lenneth actually closes her eyes, floating in the circle of Lezard's arms.

For a time there is no action, no words. Lenneth doesn't even think except to savor the feel of the clean water around her. She actually starts to go under, wanting to submerge herself completely. Lezard's hands are always there, ready to pull her back before she can drown. She feels the water soak her hair, rivulets of it running down her face. She opens her eyes, and stares at Lezard, the man just watching. Does he delight or envy the pleasure she takes from the water? Lenneth thinks it's the latter, for he starts to touch her. It ruins what little enjoyment she had, Lezard running hands that are now soapy over her body. The soap touches everywhere, her neck, her shoulders, and down over her breasts. He is thorough in cleaning her, in covering her body in a fine lather of soap.

Just as he carefully rinses her clean, Lezard allowing Lenneth to duck under the water once more. He even sees to her hair, fingers massaging shampoo into her scalp as Lenneth rests her back against his front. She feels his arousal, erection fitting against her bottom. Lenneth tries to hold herself absolutely still, not wanting to give him any incentive to end the bath earlier.

Another duck under the water to rinse the shampoo from her hair. She should feel better to be clean, but the way Lezard is looking at her, it makes Lenneth nervous. It shows in her face, eyes wide with apprehension. Lezard doesn't quite smirk, eyes holding a hooded, predatory look to them. She knows then he is going to dirty her again, Lezard never one to restrain his impulses and desires.

The arms that had been so supportive turn imprisoning, Lezard plastering Lenneth against him. And then he is kissing her, hot and demanding as he rubs his cock against her soft belly. Lenneth feels the press of his strength and heat, his tongue forcing it's way inside her to steal her taste. To consume the essence that makes up a part of who Lenneth is.

He wants everything from her. Even the things she cannot give. Not to him, to Lucian, to anyone. He kisses her so hard, so forcefully, it's all she can do but to moan. Her hands are on his arms, digging in her nails as deep as she dares. It's not enough pain to get Lezard to even consider letting her go. After all he has endured worse from her in the past.

Her body sways in the water from her squirming struggles, skin crawling with unease as Lenneth inadvertently grinds against his cock. She didn't mean to do it, not wanting to further incite his appetites with her attempts to get away. But incite them she has, Lezard letting out a feral growl. The water splashes violently around them. Lezard has lifted Lenneth out of the pool. She barely has time to draw her breath, his hands gripping her over where her ribs lie. Hauling her high enough out of the water, so that he can brush her breasts over his lips.

Again she gasps, startled hands clutching at Lezard's biceps. The touch of his mouth there has sent the briefest of flame on her skin, her nipples starting to tingle. His tongue deliberately darts out, laving warmth onto her tightening skin. The fire quickly spreads, Lezard done with preliminary teasing. His mouth opens, sealing around both nipple and a generous portion of breast. The furious suction he exerts, tears out a strangled moan from Lenneth, her head tossing back. Lezard effortlessly holds her like this, making her wonder if he's really that strong, or if she's simply gotten that light.

At first she doesn't know what to do with her legs. They'rr left to float and flounder in the water, Lenneth feeling off balance. Finally, her legs end up around him, her knees hugging just under his arms. Lenneth doesn't know where to look, Lezard's eyes intent on her as he continues to suckle, alternating between gentle and fierce. At times she feels there the gentle rub of his teeth, alternating with the soft flick of his tongue and the pulling motion of his lips. The stimulation is building things inside her, Lenneth shaking, turning needy. She squirms helplessly, unable to maneuver trapped as she is. Endlessly frustrated and stimulated at once. How much more can she take of this? But she doesn't want him to stop. It's not all selfish desire. Lezard will turn his attention elsewhere once he is finished with his worship of her breasts. Lenneth may be used to what will happen, but she can never accept it.

She cries out with the entirety of her soul and her heart, even as her body welcomes Lezard's hands dragging her back down into the water. Pulling her over his erection, cock throbbing and seeking out her body's heat. Even though she squirms and tries to fight free of his hands, it makes no difference. He is spearing inside her, his invasion spreading her open. Her body convulsively clutches at his length, her climax already upon her. It is humiliating how easily he can bring her to orgasm, how quick her body is to betray her.

It's made all the worse by his delighted laugh, Lezard reveling in Lenneth's responses. Her face is warm with her embarrassment, wanting to close her eyes from the shame. But the sensations of him won't let her hide, all her senses alert and aware of Lezard in a way Lenneth has never been with any other man. It's just another reason to despise him, Lenneth hating how responsive he has made her.

His fingers dig into her hips, both holding and guiding her movements. His teeth are bared in a feral grin, Lezard's eyes glinting. He's going to drag this out, make them both wring out every last ounce of pleasure from one another. She hates when he gets like this, his teasing, his endurance, his determination to make her FEEL something while in his arms. Lenneth would much rather he just be quick about it, take his pleasure without trying to force similar on her. But he's never been about answering her wishes, Lezard determined to do what he thinks is best for them both.

Lezard pumps furiously between Lenneth's legs, even as he puts his mouth to her throat. His cock is rubbing over every inch inside her, hitting the most pleasurable spots. Making her scream. It's surely music to his ears, Lezard's hips never faltering in their furious motion. The water is churning violently around them, splashing out onto the tile. Every minute feels like an eternity, Lenneth's harsh screams coming faster. She fights to hold on to her sanity, to not lose herself completely to the rape. She's never screamed his name in pleasure, and Lenneth will maim her lips before she does so now.

Lezard is no less vocal, making a mantra of her name. Growling it out between rasping breaths, gazing adoringly into her upset eyes. He's close, his cock throbbing inside her. Dribbling just before his semen shoots out almost violently so. Lenneth can't help the cry of revulsion. It is almost a ritual between them, repeated time and time again even as Lenneth can only be grateful that this body he gave her cannot get pregnant with his child. It is the one indignity he cannot force on her. In a realm of endless cruelties and torments, Lenneth takes whatever little victory she can get.

Hoo boy...this one turned out INCREDIBLY smutty. *stares at chapter and turns red.* I'm gonna TRY to do next drabble chapter with one without any sex. Key word try. Actually when I tried to start this one, trying to lead up to him unchaining her, I had some things in the first draft that I'm gonna try to work into the next one. Some thoughts Lenneth was having, and hopefully I can make an adequate sized drabble on that. *knocks on wood.*

Michelle

BOots, why thank you. Glad you're enjoying it! As for udpating...I update when I feel inspired for the next chapter. I learned from experience if I try to force a chapter to come out, I end up dissatisfied with the results. So better to wait until I feel inspired...

Anonymous, hello my nameless reviewer! Thank you so much! Aw, don't get down on yourself like that. There's qite a few people who don't seem to want Lenneth to get away, or have mixed feelings in that they hate what Lezard is doing, yet don't want him to stop. So you are not alone! Thanks again!