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(A/N: And now, the chapter you've all been waiting for... the sex!)
The Sindariin
Chapter Eight:
Fala had not had a glass of wine, nor had she even attempted to read a book. She had, however, screamed into a pillow. Several times and at great length. No matter how many times she went over it in her mind, the Altean princess now turned Galran Empress just couldn't believe it. It had really happened, she had really married Sincline. Kogane's image rose to the forefront of her mind, smiling and laughing at some joke another one of the pilots had made, his head thrown back in mirth, his eyes sparkling with warmth and good humor. And then the image would shatter as if it had been reflected in a fragile glass mirror and all that would be left was the image of Sincline. Empress Fala once again pressed a sumptuous over-stuffed pillow to her face and let out a loud shrill screech of frustration.
All her maids and servants had tried to offer her what comfort they could, most of them were aware of what the women in the Emperor's harem had to endure and they felt sympathy for the woman whom had just become the man's wife. But after their continued attempts rendered little success they had given up, thinking that Her Majesty would appreciate space to be alone with her thoughts instead. What Her Majesty really wanted was to be back home on Altea enduring a lecture on proper lady's behavior from Hys or getting into trouble with Shorty, Platt and Chuchul or stealing a brief moment of secret time alone with Kogane... Fala began to cry into her pillow.
Marisol entered the bedroom then, pausing in the doorway to give her lady a moment longer to sulk. When the moment was up the maid knocked gently on the doorframe to alert Fala to her presence. "Your Majesty," she began respectfully, "its time we started getting you ready for tonight."
A wave of revulsion twisted in the Empress' stomach at the knowledge of what that meant but she pushed it away. A member of the Royal House of Altea did not cower and shy away from an unsavory situation. When her father had been killed by Daibazaal in Galra's first terrible invasion of Altea he did not shrink away from his fate, Raimon had faced his enemy with pride and had died the death of a hero. Fala's life my not be what was in danger in this instant but she viewed the situation in much the same way. She was going to meet her end, perhaps not the end of her life, but the end to a period in her life, a period in her life she had rather enjoyed.
The Empress rose to her feet with a solemn, "Very well."
Marisol along with a number of other maids set about unlacing her bodice and underlaying corset. They slipped the dress she had been wearing that day off her while Marisol selected a thin light gown from the closet that was of such a fine fabric it was almost transparent. This Fala slipped on slowly, afraid the material would disintegrate if she applied the least amount of force to the delicate fabric. Her maids let down her long golden waves from the split-bun she had been wearing it in and pulled a brush through it. Fala watched all this in her mirror and saw how they were transforming her from a high class well-born lady of dignity into a sultry seductress of hellenic myth.
The maids stepped back to survey their work and Fala took a turn in the mirror to see all that they had done. Her hair swept about her shoulders and trailed down her back, it framed her neck and face, making her cheeks look full and sprightly. The gown she wore was indeed transparent and she could see her nipples poking through the forrest-green sheer and she dreaded what Sincline might think of it. The gown hung from her shoulders in such a way as to give the appearance that the slightest movement would cause it to fall from her form. Her eyes followed the folds of the fabric trailing down her figure noting that her curly blond pubic hair was also visible through the transparent material.
'Why even bother wearing anything at all?' She wondered.
"You look beautiful, Your Majesty." Marisol assured her.
Fala wished she didn't. She didn't want to look beautiful right now, not for him. She wanted him to louse interest, to forget about her, send her away, send her back to her home, to Altea. But no matter how much she wanted that or how hard she wished she knew he never would. They were married now and she was doomed to spend the rest of her life as the wife of Emperor Sincline of Galra. Even if he did giver her back Altea as he had promised he would after they had been married for a year she'd still never be able to return to her utopian home-world. No, she would have to stay here on this putrid, disgusting dead world with her husband and rule Altea from afar. But if she didn't submit to Sincline, what would happen to Altea in the meantime?
It was for her planet's sake that she resigned herself to this fate. Not just for the people who lived there but the birds and the trees and all that was green and good in the world that would suffer. The Empress raised her chin in regal resolve. "I'm ready."
Marisol bowed respectfully and walked over to the wall that divided her bedroom from her husband's. The maid pulled on an empty wall scone and a segment of the wall slid out of place to reveal a secret door.
"The hell!" Fala exclaimed, all pretense of regal baring and confidence gone. "How long has that been there?"
"Since always, Your Majesty." The maid replied dutifully.
"You mean that he could have been coming in here whenever he liked this whole time?" She was once again terrified and anxious. Visions ran through her mind of Sincline sneaking into her room while she was sleeping, stalking towards the bed and molesting her while she slept. Or while she was away coming in riffle through her underwear. All manner of ungentlemanly scenarios played over in her mind's eye before Marisol snapped her out of it.
"Your Majesty, we really should not keep His Eminence waiting."
Sincline measured out a tiny spoonful of a pale pink powder and tipped it into the bottom of a champaign glass. He poured a little bit of the champaign into the glass and swirled it around, watching the powder dissolve. It was a mild aphrodisiac tailor made for a human female of Fala's specific height and weight. Once he was satisfied that no trace of the drug could be seen in the liquid he fill the glass the rest of the way and then poured a glass for himself. His blushing bride would never drink anything he offered her if he wasn't also drinking from the same bottle.
Fala entered just as he was setting the bottle back on the bedside table and she stopped short taking in his appearance. In all the time she'd known him she had never seen him look so... casual. He had always appeared in his blue and black uniform and standing tall and strait with military discipline. Now she saw him barefooted, clad only in a soft and comfortable looking gold robe with black patterning on the seams and tied with a solid black sash of simple cloth. When he turned to face her, holding a glass of champaign in each hand, she glimpsed sparse silver chest hairs through the V-neck of the robe's part. He stepped towards her, his eyes sweeping over her exposed figure.
"Come inside, my dear. No need to linger in the doorway." Her husband held out one of the champaign glasses for her. "Come and have a drink to calm your nerves."
Fala had taken a couple of obedient steps toward him, but at the mention of the 'drink' she had once again stopped short.
"Its drugged." It wasn't a question. She hadn't seen him put anything in it, but she knew just what kind of sneaky, low-down conniving villain he was. She knew that he knew that the only way to get her to have sex with him was to drug her in some way, shape or form.
Sincline bit the inside of his cheek. They'd been married barely over four hours and she already knew him far to well. The Emperor opted that partial honesty was the best response, he would admit that it was drugged but not what kind of drug exactly. "Just something to help your nerves."
"A sedative?"
"A relaxant."
Fala finished crossing the distance between them and took the glass he held out for her but did not drink. She scrutinized its golden and bubbling surface before looking away, studying his bedroom instead. It was not at all what she had expected the inner sanctum of the vile prince-now-Emperor's rooms to look like. She had expected to find his room decorated in mounted skulls or the stuffed heads of his enemies, animal antlers, the horned skull of the Galran crest mounted on everything and a color scheme of shades of red and black. Instead, what she found was a comfortable room in shades of navy and powder blue. A blue man in a blue room.
The walls were a muted powder blue and hung on them were not severed heads, skulls or antlers but rather paintings in oil and watercolors. Landscapes of a lush green planet that Fala could not name, scenes of heroic battles featuring Galrans clad in chain-mail and tabards with their capes sweped back dramatically holding their swords aloft; the Empress was sure they were scenes from some significant points in the planet's history but she just didn't know enough about Galran history to hazard a guess. The window was covered by heavy curtains of navy blue, his closet also sported large full length mirrors on the doors as hers did, the bedside table was made of a dark highly polished wood and offered two small drawers the bottom of which had a lock and she wondered what he kept in there.
On the bedside table sat the opened bottle of champaign sitting in a platinum ice bucket and next to that was a book with a powder blue ribbon bookmark hanging out of it. She recognized the spine of the book as being part of a series she's seen in his study, the missing book from the shelf. Once again she was surprised to find that he ever bothered to read anything. Sincline just hadn't struck her as the type to sit down with a good book in his leisure time. And finally her eyes fell on the bed.
She had been avoiding it from the moment she entered the room, looking anywhere else but there. The frame and posts were made from the same highly polished dark wood as the bedside table and was outfitted with heavy looking navy blue hangings. The blankets and pillow cases were also navy but the he had pulled the covers back to reveal powder blue sheets underneath. Fala never would have imagined Sincline preferring such cool colors, it just didn't seem like him. She cautiously sat on the foot of the bed and returned her attention to the spiked champaign.
"I can't do this..." She whispered.
"You can and you will." Her husband replied authoritatively. "Drink your champaign, it will help."
Fala swirled the golden liquid around a couple of times and looked up at him. "Will it knock me out so I don't know what you're doing to me?"
"I assure you, it will not." He sounded almost affronted.
"A pity."
Sincline bristled at her words. She would honestly prefer it if he knocked her out so that she wouldn't be able to enjoy the pleasure his body offered her. What the hell kind of backwards planet was Altea? Or maybe it was him. She just didn't want to experience him as her bed partner, she'd rather sleep through the whole affair and wake up afterwards to have no memory of his attentions. The young Emperor was insulted!
"You might find that you rather enjoy it." He growled.
Fala highly doubted that. She couldn't imagine ever enjoying his touch never mind enduring having him slip inside her. Her stomach churned at the idea and she took a sip of the champaign hoping maybe the alcohol would knock her out if his drug didn't. It went down warm and sparkling and settled in her belly in a not unpleasant way. The Empress shot the rest of the glass, downing the drink in one large gulp and coughed as she handed it back to her husband.
"May I have another?"
Sincline accepted the empty glass back, the oddest expression on his face, and refilled her champaign. "I didn't spike the bottle you know."
Fala didn't respond. She drank her second glass much like the first in two swallows, a small tentative one and then shooting the rest. She had never been drunk before and she didn't know how much she would need to drink to get that way but if she had to lay down and spread her legs for the Galran Emperor she was damn well going to be completely plastered before it happened. "Another please?"
This time he hesitated. In all his long hours spent observing his beloved bride, studying her during their battles and from afar in rare moments of peace he had never seen anything to indicate that she might be an alcoholic. The Emperor was loath to wonder if this new development was do to him. Sincline gave her only a half glass this time along with the warning of, "You shouldn't drink so much."
"I'm hoping to pass-out." His wife in formed him.
He slammed the bottle down on the bedside table with a loud angry thump that made Fala jump and spill the contents of her glass over the bedspread and floor.
"I want you conscious!" He snarled.
Sincline had given up humoring her. He wasn't sure how long it was supposed to take the aphrodisiac to take effect but he'd rather spend that time in leisure foreplay rather than watching her slowly drink herself into a stupor. The Emperor pulled the mostly empty champaign glass from her hand and placed it on the bedside table next to the bottle and sat on the bed beside her. The motion causing the bottom of his robe to part slightly offering her the tinniest of glimpses of dark blue balls hanging between well defined thighs salted with silvery white hair. She shot to her feet.
"I can't do this!" Her heart was hammering against her chest again, battering around her ribcage like a caged lion desperate to escape. She knew what men looked like. She had walked in on Kogane and the rest of the boys in a locker-room shower once. She had seen more than she had wanted to see of their most decidedly male bodies and her cheeks colored at the memory. Intellectually she knew what sex was and that as a married woman she was expected to preform for her husband. But... there was a difference between knowing facts and experiencing realities.
"You can and you will!" Her husband also stood, placing strong azure hands tipped in sharp claw like nails on her shoulders. He crushed his lips against hers in a rough demanding kiss, his slippery tong forcing its way inside to explore her mouth. She once again moaned in protest and attempted to push him away but her struggling only caused the heterogeneous hybrid to tighten his grip on her slight frame. Finally, when he'd had his momentary fill of her mouth he pulled away and looked at her, his golden cat-like eyes roving over her form, admiring the transparent gown she wore and noticing that her nipples had peaked slightly. "You can either relax and try to enjoy my attentions, or I'll just take you now whether you're ready or not."
Fala flushed at the idea that he might just go ahead and rape her if she didn't cooperate and she knew that he would too. Amue had never spoken of her time as his captive, not directly, but her veiled implications and dark hints had convinced the Altean princess of what Sincline must have done and she did not want him to do any of it to her as well. "I... I'll cooperate."
He released his hold of her. "Now sit back down."
She sank unsteadily back down to sit on the foot of the bed suddenly very aware that she was, for all intents and purposes, naked in front of him. Her skin felt hot where he had touched her and she ran a hand over her shoulder and lips as if trying to transfer the sensation to her fingers instead. Sincline once again sat down next to her, this time she averted her eyes from the nether regions of his person and focused only on his face, his beautiful chiseled handsome face with its blend of human and alien features that made him look so exotic an alluring.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, melding her against his side. His other hand he slid between her knees, sliding slowly up the inside of her thigh. Fala's muscles tensed at his touch, her skin once again burred as his hand passed over her like a fire had been lit in her flesh and she pressed her legs even more together than they already were, stilling his hand mid caress.
"Don't fight me, Fala." His growl this time was low and throaty, an epicurean voice.
She let out a soft whimper and relaxed her legs allowing him enough leeway to continue sliding his hand up the inside of her thighs. She was beginning to feel warm all over now and was sure a bright pink blush must be covering her ill-clothed form. His touches were beginning to make her feel feverish, warm waves of sensation traveling up her legs, spreading through out her whole body and pooling between her thighs. ...And when his hand touched her curly blond pubic hair her stomach gave a not unpleasant little jolt of surprise. Never before had anyone touched her in so intimate and personal a place! But for some reason unfathomable to Fala instead of recoiling at his touch she opened for him, offering wider access.
Sincline smiled in self-gratifying victory. The aphrodisiac he had given her was beginning to take effect. That was fast, he was pleased that he hadn't had to wait very long but he looked forward to the day when his attentions would be pleasantly received without the help of artificial stimulants, when Fala would melt from him of her own accord and beg him to fill her in earnest need and not induced arousal. The heterogeneous hybrid slid one long finger over her warm and slippery slit and she let out a soft, modest, moan of pleasure. Her eyes closed, and she leaned back into his arm, surrendering even more to the drug and his caresses. He laid her back on the bed, sliding the transparent green material of her gown up above her hips.
"What are you...?" She whispered.
"Shhh... Just relax."
He spread her legs wider. Bending down between them he flicked his tong over her now exposed clit and was rewarded with another soft moan of pleasure, this one accompanied by a slight wave of wetness that dripped onto the dark navy bedspread. Sincline lapped it up greedily, flicking his tong up her slit and over the sensitive bud that crowned it.
"I like that." Fala whispered.
He paused in his ministrations to smirk in triumph. Moving back onto the bed, he stretched out next to her, one hand continuing to stroke her clit while the other slithered up under the fabric of her gown to caress her breast. Again, another moan escaped her, this one louder with more abandon. Sincline held her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger applying the slightest bit of pressure and her back arched from the sensation. Pushing the material up higher, bunching the green fabric above her now exposed breasts he rolled over on top of her and took the neglected nipple in his mouth.
This time the sudden arching of her back was accompanied by a gasping and breathless, "Ah."
Deciding that she was ready and that he had waited far long enough, Sincline pulled her gown the rest of the way over her head and threw the garment aside where it crumpled abandoned on the floor. He untied the sash of his robe and that to was thrown aside, joining her gown. He spread her legs farther with his knees, lowering himself between her thighs, his stiff member throbbing from need pressed between her wet and slippery thighs. Fala's eyes shot open in sudden awareness at the touch.
"Wait!"
She scooted up higher onto the bed, putting a little distance between them, her eyes wildly roving his suddenly naked body. Sincline crouched on his hands and knees, his long silvery-white hair falling over his shoulders in straight silky locks that looked to neatly kept to be natural. The arms that supported him were strong and well muscled but not overly so, there was a leanness to them that (on any other man but him) would have been very attractive. Silvery-white hair lightly salted his forearms and chest and Fala's eyes followed it with her eyes until her attention fell on the thick patch of curly white hair that surrounded the base of his swollen and rigid organ.
Long and thick and blue, it was a slightly darker shade than the rest of him, a single clear bead of pre-cum dew dripping out from his tip. She had seen naked men before, she had seen Kogane naked before but they hadn't looked like him. The difference in skin color aside, Sincline's shaft was textured with odd bumps and ridges and Fala found the sight of it both revolting and yet fascinating. Normal humans weren't supposed to look like him, at least she didn't think so. Her sample pool of experience was decidedly small. The newly wed Empress was suddenly hit with the full force of the realization that he was only half-human, half-alien.
The Emperor once again closed the distance between them, leaning over her he pressed his lips gently against hers and muttered, "Impressive, I know."
He once again spread her legs with his own, lowering his pelvis to her and nestling his stiff and throbbing erection between her thighs.
"Please, wait." She whispered breathlessly.
"No." He growled in frustrated impatience and thrust himself inside.
A sharp hot pain lanced through her body and Fala cried out in upset. Sincline did not stop for her to recover, he didn't even pause to inquire if she was alright. He continued to thrust in and out in fast deep movements, each one producing a slightly less intense burst of pain than the one before it.
"It hurts." She whimpered as an almost plea.
"You'll enjoy it soon." He growled in a deep throaty heady voice.
One of his hands cradled her head bringing her face up to meet his in another one of his intrusive demanding kisses while the other snaked down beneath them to grab at her ass. She writhed beneath him, not from pleasure but from the avalanche of so many new sensations. When he released her mouth she gasped for breath and moved to wipe his saliva from her mouth, but Sincline held her wrists down while he started trailing soft butterfly kisses down her chin, neck and collar bone. When he reached the delicate curve of her shoulder he closed his mouth over the smooth unblemished skin and nicked the delicate flesh with his sharp fangs.
Fala gasped with another jolt of pain, this one lancing down from her shoulder while the other still pulsed from her core as if the two were trying to meet in her belly. She suppressed another whimper and wished for nothing more than this horrible ordeal to be over.
His motions quickened, sending white hot shock-waves up through her belly and she dared to hope that he was close to his finish. He bit down harder on her shoulder, his teeth sinking deep enough into her flesh to scrape bone and Fala cried out in pain. Hot molten warmth flowed into her, filling her womb and spilling back out over her thighs and then he stilled. Sincline withdrew his fangs from her shoulder licking the blood away as he did so and rolled off her gasping.
It was over. Oh, than God it was over!
Fala rolled over onto her side and pulled at the bedspread wanting to cover her naked and shameful disgrace. The image of Kogane once again rose to the forefront of her mind and she began to cry. Was this what sex was supposed to be like? Was this what it was like with all men? Was this what it would have been like with him? With her friend,comrade and Captain. No. Kogane was different, he was not selfish and cruel like Sincline. It would have been different if it was with him.
Her husband wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked form flush against his and whispered into her hair, "Arda tain ru."
...
Later that evening Fala lay awake in bed next to Sincline. She stared up at the solid navy blue canopy that was almost black in the darkness and listened to the steady even breathing of her husband. He had insisted that she spend the rest of the night with him and refused to allow her to return to her own rooms. She rolled over in bed to study what little she could see of him in the dark. His long silvery hair was splayed over the fluffy dark pillows, his face turned to the side offering only a profile view of his exotic alien features.
When asleep he was very handsome. His features held none of the sadistic cruelty and unconcerned conceit that dominated the majority of his character. The lines under his eyes and the creases in his forehead melted away, making him look younger, more unassuming and innocent. Had she met him under different circumstances, if his people had not invaded hers, if his father had not killed her father and the two of them had not met amidst the turbulence of a war-torn galaxy she might have thought him very attractive, maybe even been the one to pursue him. If her were not a member of the Royal House of Galra and she not a member of the Royal House of Altea... 'if'...
She rolled out of bed and tip-toed through the darkness to the bathroom. There were no light switches within Demon Castle, instead lights were toggled on and off by voice commands (except for the business wing of the castle where the lights were just always on).
"Lights." She whispered in a soft voice.
Nothing happened.
"Lights." She said again in a slightly louder volume.
Still the bathroom lights did not turn on so she gave up, not wanting to raise her voice any louder and risk waking Sincline. Fala groped around in the darkness feeling her way to the toilet to relieve herself. She rested her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. She didn't cry, she had already spent all her tears for today and just didn't have the energy to weep anymore. But she did sigh in despondency while massaging her temples. "What am I going to do?"
But the dark bathroom had no answer to give her.
The Empress took an extra bit of toilet paper to wipe her and Sincline's mingled fluids from her legs and flushed the soiled paper down the toilet wincing at the loud whoosh sound it made. She stood utterly still, her ears straining for any indication that she had woken her husband. When there was none she felt around in the dark for the sink and faucet to wash her hands. Her business in the bathroom done, she padded through the darkness with her arms stretched out in front of her feeling for any possible obstacles on her way back to bed.
Her hand came in contact with one of the wood bedposts and she climbed back into bed banging her shin on the bed-frame as she did so. "Ow! Son of a bitch!"
Sincline jerked awake. He snapped out one short word in Galran and the lights blazed to life illuminating the whole room. He crouched on the bed a knife in one hand, his eyes scanning the room coldly for any sign of an enemy.
"Uh... sorry." The Empress muttered indignantly, shocked and puzzled by his sudden and apparently instinctive overreaction.
"Fala." He blinked at her and sighed. Reaching under his pillow he withdrew a sheath for his knife. Sliding the blade inside it he replaced the weapon under the pillow and laid back down, once again calm and relaxed. "Come back to bed."
For lack of an acceptable excuse not to she obediently crawled back into the large four-poster bed. Her shin throbbed where she had banged it adding just one more hurt onto the sting of the bite on her shoulder and the burning between her legs. Fala was confident now that she could say she 'hurt all over' and have it actually be true.
Sincline cuddled up close to her the moment she was under the covers. "What were you doing out of bed?"
"I needed to use the toilet."
"Hmm." He rubbed his partially erect member against her back. "Well, since you're awake..."
"Please, no." His wife whispered in alarm. 'I... I still haven't recovered from earlier!"
"It wont hurt as much this time." He assured her. One clawed hand reached around to fondle her breast, his index finger running circles around her still to sensitive nipple.
"Please don't."
He ignored her and trailed butterfly kisses down her neck, following the same path he had taken earlier to her shoulder where he once again closed his mouth over the still open wound there and lapped up her fresh sweet blood.
"Don't!" She winced and rolled backwards in an attempt to push him off her. She turned over to face him, meeting his eyes directly. "That hurts!"
"If you were a Galran female it wouldn't bother you so much." Her husband growled out in frustration.
"Well, I'm not!" Fala snapped back. "Sorry, but I'm a weak and fragile little human. When I'm injured I feel pain and when I'm cut I need time to heal. You know this! If you're upset that I don't react to your barbarous attentions the way Galran women do then maybe you should forget about me and go find yourself a woman of your own species!"
"You are as much a woman of my species as any Galran woman is." He snapped back. "Remember that I am half-human, Fala."
"Well then maybe you should act like it instead of the beast that you have been for as long as I've known you!"
"A 'beast' am I..?" The Emperor smiled in what could only be described as playful amusement. "Oh, Fala, you haven't seen just how 'beastly' I can be..."
He rolled over on top of her, still playfully amorous, his hands pressing down on her shoulders to assert his dominance. The weight on her open bite sent waves of pain trembling down her arm and side and she struggled to try and get him off her. Her uninjured arm flying upwards to smack him across the face. He snarled in sudden rage and grabbed both her wrists, holding her down.
"I warned you never to strike me again, Fala." Sincline growled in a deadly soft voice that promised pain.
"And I warned you that when you hurt me I'll fight back." She reminded him. "I am not your subordinate, Sincline. Neither am I your servant or your slave. I am your wife, the Empress of your Empire, your equal. I will not tolerate any disrespect, not even from you!"
His face contorted into an expression of frustrated irritation and the pressure on her wrists only increased causing her to wince under the bruising strain.
"Ah, Fala..." he whispered softly lowering his face beside hers and nipping at her earlobe. "My naive little ardan, you are not going to enjoy this..."
...
(A/N: What do you think? Was it worth the wait? Yeah, I didn't think so either. But, ya know, I've never been good at writing sex and I probably never will be. I consider it a victory if you can read it without cringing.
Unimportant detail (that did not appear in the story at all): I remembered how Daibazaal wanted to be "a fly on the wall" when Sincline finally had sex with Fala. I was thinking of having him notice a fly on the wall or bedpost or something after he and Fala were done and have him smack it or whatever. But I decided against it. In a previous chapter I had also made some stupid off-handed comment about Daibazaal "haunting" Sincline and I don't want readers to think that that's what's actually going on. It would just add another ridiculous subplot to what is already going to be an unnecessarily long story. I just wanted to mention it because I thought it would have been a rather clever idea. -Shows you how much of an easily amused narcissist I really am.- If Sincline is really "haunted" by anything it's his own inadequacy and unresolved daddy issues. )