I understand that some of you won't like the start of this chapter, but please bare with me and keep on reading.

The Fake Love

Nasuada folded her arms and stared at the guard that was bound in invisible magical bonds, bonds that he himself could not break but

only the one who summoned them, Roran, who was standing several feet away. Roran had been hard at training with two of the finest

magicians in the Varden. As a result he was nearly as good as Eragon was when he started his training. He could come in useful, when

we reach the black gates of Uru'bean.

Returning her attention onto the guard, she frowned as she thought to herself. The man's name

was Triggr. She had assigned him as the captain of Katrina's three-man will group, because he was strong enough to do anything she

asked. The other two were because they were stupid enough to obey him without question. "Tell me, what did you hope to accomplish

by rapping Katrina?" The man grunted. Nasuada flicked her fingers at Roran, who in turn snapped his fingers and Triggr said, "That

bustard-"He jerked his head at Roran- "killed my son in Teirm." Roran's eyes flashed and he said, "And who did I kill that was you're so

called son? And who does that justify rapping my defenseless wife?" Triggr spat on the ground. "About twenty, pure white hair? Ring a

bell? Guard at the front gate?" Nasuada transferred her gaze onto Roran. "Is what he says true?" Roran gritted his teeth, a hard gleam in

his eye. "Aye, unfortunately, it is." Triggr nodded.

"Aye yes it is? And so to get back at him, I rapped his wife. Nothing more then a little game of revenge. And I've had it." Roran glared at

him. "Huildr." Triggr's upper jaw slammed against his lower one as magic shut his mouth and locked it in place. Nasuada leaned back in

her chair, tired with the whole argument. "Roran let me speak at least." Roran glared, obviously not wanting to. He flicked his fingers and

said, "Letta." Triggr worked his jaws for a minute. Roran spoke first. "So if you did it for revenge, what was the whole line about not

being done with her?" Triggr smiled, almost laughed. "I would never do something like that if I didn't want my revenge." Roran's eyes

flared with outrage. He raised a hand and then lowered it as his eyes went to the back of the tent as Katrina walked in. She wore a

green dress. She had given birth two days earlier. "Katrina, what are you doing here?" She had been in their tent for most of the two

days. She looked at him and smiled. "I want a moment alone with Triggr." Roran frowned. "I don't like the idea of you and him alone

together." Katrina walked over and put her arms on his chest. "I understand that, but I can fend for myself, now that I'm no longer

pregnant." Roran nodded. "Alright. Go outside." He looked down at Triggr. "Letta." Triggr stood as his bonds disappeared. He walked out

of the tent, behind Katrina.

*Katrina*

She continued walking to a low hill about a mile away. She did so because she did not want Roran hearing them. She sat down in the

grass. She had an exceptional look of calm, considering she was facing one who had raped her. "What did you want?" Katrina looked at

him with the same calm look. "Long have I thought about what I am going to say. Two days ago you rapped me. Hard as it is to admit it

I liked it and I want more. You felt so good inside of me. So I was wondering if you wanted to do it again, when it is not so much rape as

it is love making." Triggr eyes lit up. "Really? Since you ask, yes I'd like that." Katrina nodded. "Well then-" She was cut off as Roran

stepped out of the tent. He saw the two and ran over to them. Kneeling beside Katrina he said, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. Nasuada

just got news that several more supply trains have been deployed and she's sending me and the others out to destroy them. I'll be gone

for about a week." Without waiting for a response he kissed her on the lips, on the forehead, and on her hand and then he ran back to

get Snowfire.

Triggr smiled with delight. "So now we have a whole week to ourselves?" Katrina also smiled. They talked for another two minutes and

then they watched Roran and his group riding into the distant land. Then she turned to him and said, "Shall we start now?" He looked

surprised. "Here?" She shook her head and pointed. "In my tent. Go there in a few minutes, so that suspicion is not aroused. She got up

and walked to her tent. There she stood over her bed and a single tear dripped down her face. Then she turned and waited for Triggr.

He came in under a minute. "I got to say I didn't expect this." Reaching up and around her neck she undid her dress and let it drop,

bearing her breasts, full and waiting. "Don't talk. Just do what you did last time" She lay down on the bed. He walked over and sat down

on his knees and opened her legs. Then he took over her dress, her barely visible thong, and then his cloths. Then he positioned himself

over her and began.

Hours later she awoke and moaned as she felt her waist started to send her waves of pleasure. She looked down to his head, and more over

his tongue, in her. He had his eyes closed. Gritting her teeth she said, "Oh, yes, yes, yes. Right there." She was panting so hard it was hard

to talk. Her arms raped around his head, shoving him further into her, while she raised her whole body, trying the same thing. "YES! I love it

when you do this. Oh, don't stop." She looked at the sun's progress and thought that four hours elapsed. Triggr took

his attention off her waist and went to her breasts. He worked on them for a few minutes and then she pushed his head away. "That's

enough for tonight. Come back tomorrow." With some reluctance he got off her and left. She put her cloths back on and returned to her

bed. She looked to see if he was gone, and when he was, she sighed. She hated him. She hated him with all of her heart. Yet she had to

have sex with him or else Nasuada could not point any accusations at him.

By the time Roran got back she would have had sex with him six or more times, providing perfect memories for Nasuada to inspect and

their by expel him from the Varden. The plow was Roran's idea. Still she could not help hating her task. She had to lead him on that she

wanted him to do what he was doing. In extension she had to let him into her over and over, and to grant him access to the places on

and inside her that until then she had only given to Roran. She lay down to sleep, and recover for tomorrow's brutal sex treatment.