The Kurgan is a patient man, he'll need that trait. Do enjoy. . .

He picked her up and put her on his horse, riding away from the cottage and back out of the forest. That night when he stopped to make camp she woke up. Arielle moaned and sat up, rubbing the back of her head. When she saw The Kurgan she gasped and everything came back to her.

"You killed Bronson!" She shouted and pointed at him. She tried to turned and scramble away but was tripped up by a rope tied around her ankle. She followed the rope back and saw that it was tied around The Kurgan's waist, he grinned.

"Do you remember what he said?" The Kurgan asked, his mouth turned up in one corner to a smirk.

She remembered but she was still confused, "If he wasn't my brother. . .Then who am I?" she asked, her eyes wide in sadness and confusion. She threaded her hand through her hair but then gasped when it flared in pain, it was the one Bronson had smashed.

The Kurgan got up and walked towards her, she stood up and tried to look taller. He still towered high above her. He gently took her wrist in his hand and saw that it was a deep blue and purple from the bruising. He put it to his lips and kissed it, she shivered. With his hand encircling her slender wrist he pulled her close. He pressed his hand against her lower back and pressed her whole body against his while he kissed her pale lips. She felt a strange sensation begin to flow through her body and then jerked away.

"What are you doing to me!?" she shouted at him.

He continued to look at her and then sat on the ground and looked up at her with a serious face, "Come to me pretty, and I'll show you who you are." He beckoned her forward with one hand, "Come," he said. His voice was low and seductive; it pulled her right into his arms.

He laid her down by their fire and for some reason she couldn't explain it felt like she had been in his arms before that day. He took off her shirt and kissed her breasts, licking between them and then kissing her neck. She gasped when she felt something stiff brush her leg. The Kurgan leaned back and she saw a rather large bulge between his legs. She couldn't look when he undid his pants. Her apparent shyness only made The Kurgan more excited.

"You believe yourself a virgin woman?" he asked.

She nodded, "Bronson always told me I was."

"Well you're far from it. But I am the only man you have ever known," he told her. He liked to think that her past boyfriends were just boys and not men like him.

He took her uninjured hand and made her stroke his length, she did so with extreme shyness and if he hadn't slept with her before he would have believed that she really was a virgin, in mind and body.

She shivered when he moved his hand down between her thighs and hiked up her skirt. Just before he found her sweet spot she grabbed his wrists and he stopped. His hair had come out of it stay and fell like a black curtain around their faces. She looked into his striking blue eyes and a flicker of recognition flashed in her mind. She tentatively brushed her lips against his. He saw the fear in her eyes and wanted to see the playfulness she used to have, he kissed her again and she let go of his wrist. He moved his hand forward which resulted in her arching her back and letting out a small "oh".

The Kurgan gathered her in his arms and buried his face between her two full breasts, kissing her warm skin. She threaded her fingers through his long hair and welcomed him. He pulled his fingers away and pressed his hardness against her, she tensed beneath him. With a few more moments of trying to take away the tension. she relaxed but not by much. Suddenly he pushed his lower body forward and entered her. He found her body wanting him. He began rocking back and forth inside of her. She held onto him as if afraid she was going to fall. He heard her little whimpers and began moving faster, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was soon grunting against her as he rutted harder and harder.

She cried out and moved her hands to his back, her nails dug through his shirt. He leaned back to look at her and saw that she was blushing furiously, he chuckled. He leaned upwards and pressed her shoulders down against the ground, he pressed himself harder against her. She felt it to and gasped before crying out again. When they were close to coming together he felt her body tighten up around him and then she screamed. He followed shortly after and released himself inside of her like he used to. It felt so right to him and he recalled only feeling this exhilarated when he felt a Quickening.

To Arielle in her drugged state, this was her first experience with a man and she felt so free. Bronson had kept her locked up in their cottage for a year and as far as she remembered she had never even met another human being. When he came inside of her something clicked in her mind and as he shouted in pleasure she looked at him. As he lay down on his back and then turned and pulled out of her they took heavy breaths. He lay on his back and had an arm wrapped around Arielle, keeping her close. He pulled his pants back on and she loosely tied her shirt closed before they both fell asleep.

Kurgan slept peacefully for the first time in a year while Arielle shook violently in hers. Her dreams were showing her flashbacks of a life she didn't remember. A man all bloody, cars (although she didn't know what they were), herself in a weird place and time. She saw herself and The Kurgan together many times and even saw herself being captured by Duke Hartmann. It was the last image, though, that broke through the spell. She saw herself crying in a strange bed when suddenly she heard The Kurgan's voice and leapt out of bed. They spoke back and forth until he got up and walked over to her. She looked up and him and looked scared, but the way he looked at her was gentle.

After that a dam seemed to break in her memories and situations flooded past. Suddenly she woke up with a jolt. She breathed quickly as she looked out at the forest around her. Her eyes wide and searching.

The Kurgan felt her move beside him and woke up, looking beside him he saw Arielle sitting up. He looked at her and she looked at him. She looked out at the forest with wide, terrified eyes, seeing something that no one else could in the deep woods. After a few minutes of The Kurgan calming her down he was able to get her back to sleep. They trekked on for the next two days mostly in silence since Arielle was incredibly shy. To her this was an extremely strange and scary situation. The only life she knew was a lie, her brother had tried to kill her, she had made love with a strange, giant of a man who claimed that she belonged to him. Her dreams showed her things that she couldn't believe.

What was real?

It's been a while since there was a good bit of intimacy between the pair. What with being kidnapped, drugged, fought over, and suffering from a heavy case of amnesia and confusion, a couple sure would have a hard time getting close. But things are calm again. . .for now.
(Wait. . .On second thought. Has their relationship and life together ever been calm?)