This is longer than I expected but I couldn't find a better place to cut the chapters. VERY Adult themes ahead. If you are under 18 enjoy ;) Dear Guest reveiwer, this one is for you! I'm glad you like this story because there is A LOT more to come. As in many more chaps to this one and a second half to come.

Days passed slowly for Arielle; she got frustrated with The Kurgan every day and was constantly arguing with him. As time went on though she realized that their arguments were never about anything serious. She was never really mad at him for any reason, she just felt better after striking out at him, and he took it. He never got angry he would only grin and laugh at her, coming up with some clever little sentence that would drive her mad. After a time she found her thoughts being drawn to how sexually appealing he was to her.

"Is that why I'm always looking to fight him on everything?" she asked herself. When she thought about it, she was intimidated by what she saw, more-so by what she didn't see. Just from the bulge in his pants when he got turned on by her was enough to make her pale at the thought of his member. "Damn it! I'm so scared of his junk that I turn everything into a fight. . ." she thought more and then glared at the floor. "Fucking Kurgan! He knows too." She glanced at the giant beside her on the bed, watching T.V. and laughing boisterously.

The show ended and The Kurgan flipped the up button on the remote, he had adapted to technology rather quickly, and then grinned when he came to the adult channels. He knew she hadn't noticed what he was doing, his grin widened and he looked at her as he clicked a channel. Arielle heard the sound of rough sex on the background and broke out of her trance. When her eyes focused on the screen she drew in a breath sharply and then whipped her head to the side to look at The Kurgan.

"No! No! NO!" she screamed. "I refuse to watch porn you sick bastard!" She lunged at him and tried reaching for the remote, an act he enjoyed immensely and kept the device out of her reach. She worked her way onto his chest from struggling to get the remote and with a growl of frustration she swung her leg over his middle and leaned forward, not realizing that her chest was in his face. He laughed and watched her struggle. When she finally did manage to grab the remote from the man she huffed and twisted around to change the channel, but it didn't work.

She slowly turned around to look back at The Kurgan, "What did you do?"

He held up the batteries in between his fingers, "Looking for these?" his laughter echoed through the house.

She scowled and lunged for them but The Kurgan chuckled and shoved the batteries in his pants. Arielle smacked his chest.

"Thanks Kurgan!" she shouted in his face.

He laughed, "I'm enjoying this quite a lot. Aren't you?"

"No!" she screamed. "I am not!"

He grinned maliciously, "Then go change it."

Arielle glared at him. When she made a move to get off of him he grabbed her thighs and rolled them both over on the empty bed space next to them. As he was lying on top of her she glared up at him and he reached into his pants to get the batteries, throwing them to the side of the bed. Without warning he quickly leaned his face down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time since his arrival. At first her body tensed and she groaned in protest. She tried pushing him away but his body didn't budge. His hands moved up her thighs and sides, one cupped the back of her head and the other brushed the hair away from her face.

Her eyes closed as she felt how real his lips were, how warm his body was on top of hers. His hands were so rough and calloused against her soft skin. When his tongue gently brushed against her lips she opened them on a strange impulse and let his tongue touch hers. Passion suddenly filled her kiss and she closed her eyes, forgetting that he was The Kurgan, forgetting that he was her "imaginary friend", in the heat of the moment he was hardly imaginary at all. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.

His hand moved down passed her shoulder and down to her waist where it slipped around to the small of her back. From there he very slowly moved to her buttocks, molding his hand to her shapely form. She didn't seem to notice at all which encouraged The Kurgan to move his hand to the back of her knee and pull her legs up to wrap around his hips, she responded as he hoped she would. He opened his eyes and pulled away from her mouth, moving his kissing to her neck, sending shivers down her spine as she wound her fingers through his long hair and gently tugged on it, he liked how she played.

While Arielle's eyes were closed a soft blue static rolled down The Kurgan's body from the top of his head to his toes. It meant that the mental restraints placed on him had been lifted and he was free to touch his mistress as he wanted to until she told him to stop, a little detail she didn't know. He grinned, moved his lips to her collar bone and then licked her all the way up to her chin. His eyes watched her face and saw as her cheeks grew red, he also felt her heart beat quicken. Looking into her head he saw that she had forgotten that he wasn't real, she felt he was real.

He only had to work at her for a few more minutes before he'd be able to get her naked beneath him, his groined tightened at that and he growled low as he pressed his lower body against hers. He didn't say a single word as his fingers suddenly hooked under her shirt and began pulling it over her head. His heart sped up in anticipation when she didn't stop him there. He looked down and admired her full breasts, her white and black laced bra added a nice touch as well but he wanted that thing gone. He whispered her name as he unhooked it in the back and kissed her jaw line seductively.

Just as he was about to pull off her bra and uncover her soft breasts, reality came crashing back down on her mind. Her eyes flew open and the spell that The Kurgan had placed on her disappeared, leaving her to look on in horror and cover her chest with her arms.

She yelped and began struggling underneath him, his face opened up in surprise. He grabbed her shoulders and she stopped, still covering herself from him.

"Get off me," she said steadily.

The blue static spread back over his body from the bottom up and her was suddenly buffered against her, being flung off of her and tossed to the ground beside her bed. Mumbling about how disgusted she was, Arielle threw her large blanket over herself and worked quickly to redo her bra. While she did that The Kurgan shot up in a sitting position and then got up and crouched on the balls of his feet, staring at her moving form under the blanket in frustration.

He growled in his throat, "Why did you stop me?" he shouted. "I know you wanted me!"

She yanked the blanket down and scowled at him, "Again you're wrong!" she shouted. "How dare you touch me? H-how is that even possible!?" She jumped down off her bed and quickly walked to the closet, The Kurgan turned his body to follow her with his gaze.

He could sense her confusion and his anger turned to smugness, "Heh heh. You don't understand, but I do." She stopped with her arms outstretched along the open closet doors. "Would you like to know how?"

She didn't look at him and so didn't see him as he stood up and walked over to stand behind her. He quickly swooped his arms under hers and grabbed her breasts; he released a moan of pleasure as he felt her in his grip. She screamed in rage and was about to say something if it weren't for her "friend" covering her mouth with his rough hand. He pressed her back against him and continued squeezing her breast in his hand.

"You'd like to know wouldn't you?" He whispered seductively in her ear. She managed to nod. "Well I won't tell you." He chuckled and let her go, shoving her forward so that she stumbled a couple steps and sputtered as her clothes smashed into her face.

She quickly recovered from his shove and spun around to look at him. "Why not?!" She shouted. He only sat on the edge of her bed and leaned back on his elbows, he shrugged at her. "I demand you tell me what the hell is going on!" She stormed up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. She tried searching through his mind but found that he had expertly blocked those thoughts from her.

He laughed and grinned at her. "You can make me not touch you, but I can say whatever I like." She shoved him away and kept staring at him. He smirked, "But there is something you can do for me that would make me tell you." Her face smoothed out and images of what she thought he wanted flooded her mind. The Kurgan laughed, "None of those pretty, although if you wanted I-"

"Shut up!" she shouted at him, her eyes wide in embarrassment. "What do you want me to do?" Her voice was strained and laced with anger.

"Well first of all you can stop being angry and calm down," he said with his trademark grin. "I'd like to see you relaxed for once." She sighed and looked at the ground, crossing her arms behind her back. The Kurgan was happy she still hadn't replaced her shirt yet. "Now I want you to sit next to me," he patted the space beside him, "and let me hold you."

"I never figured you for the tender type Kurgan," she said as she reluctantly sat down in the space next to him. She scooted in next to him and let him drape his arm around her shoulders.

He chuckled, "There are many things you don't know about me," he said. "All settled?" He looked down at her, her cheeks reddened when she looked back.

"Yes," she said and for the first time she didn't say it with hate. Sitting so close to him and not seething with anger she realized that she liked the way he smelled; smoky and earthy.

"Good," he said. "Now to tell you what you were promised. To you I am real, but I have limitations. I can't be seen by other humans and if you let it happen you can let me free from the mental ties you have over me."

"I have power over you?" She asked.

He nodded, "Some. Like earlier, if you didn't like what I was doing to you, even though I know you loved it, you can tell me to stop. You have built up pain, anger, shame and guilt in you and I was brought here to help you realize it. When you come to a realization about something you have locked in your head, then your restraints on me mean nothing. They will disappear and I can have my way with you. I can not harm you or others. I'm touching you like I am because your mind is allowing it. I am a real person in a different world, my world of Highlander."

She looked at the blanket she was sitting on, "So you come from a parallel universe?"

"Of sorts. I am real but I'm also a figment of your imagination. If you let me I will become real in your world." He explained and she listened intently, just beginning to understand.

"Can I go to your world Kurgan?" she asked curiously.

He thought for a moment, "I don't think you can." He said, his eyes darkened.

She nodded her head thoughtfully, "Hmm. This is just so strange. I still don't know what to think about it really."

"You can let me free and have sex with me," he said looking down at her and smiling.

The woman raised her eyebrow and then shoved away from him, "Not a chance Kurgan."

Before she could get away though he planted a firm grip around her shoulder and yanked her back to him. He looked down at her, "You'll have to give in to me sooner or later pretty," he said, "You know you want me. I've heard every thought of desire you've had since I arrived."

Arielle managed to keep her glare off her face. Instead she took on a haughty appearance, "Well what do you expect? You're a man, even though you're a part of my imagination and a real person, and I'm a woman. A single woman who lives alone and is currently not seeing anyone. You aren't the first one I've thought about in that way."

Suddenly the grip on her tightened, his fingers biting into her arm, "Watch what you say pretty. You wouldn't want me to take my revenge when I finally do get you to myself."

She squirmed uncomfortably in his grip and then managed to slip out and fell out to the side on the sheets. Suddenly she seemed to remember that the porn channel was still on and with a glance at The Kurgan she scrambled off the bed and clicked off the T.V. She turned to look back at The Kurgan and when she saw him looking at her chest she also remembered that she had no shirt on. She scowled at him and then went to closet and put on a big shirt. Without a word to the man on her bed she undid her bra and slid it off from under her shirt and then pulled down her shorts and tossed them in her laundry basket. She crossed the room to turn off the lights before going back to the bed.

Before the lights went off, The Kurgan looked at her black boy shorts underwear with hungry approval. When she got into bed she turned her back to him and closed her eyes. "Tomorrow is my day off Kurgan," she said. "Don't wake me up early or I'll have to hurt you."

He chuckled and his massive arm snaked around her middle, she didn't mind. It felt nice having companionship with someone lately, even if she hated him and thought he was a disgusting pig. As she drifted off to sleep she wondered if she really hated him or if she was just pretending to, to hide her sexual feelings towards him. After all she couldn't deny it any longer that yes; she was sexual attracted to The Kurgan. She did desire him, but she didn't want him to know and kept those thoughts hidden from him. How she managed to do that she had no idea. This whole thing was absolutely crazy. . .

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