It feels more like weeks than days since I updated last Y_Y I've been working on more adventures for The Kurgan and his mate. I've also begun work on a whole new Kurgan story that does not involve his mate but instead has Ramirez! Beware though, while he has shown a secret side in this story in the new one he's the cold hearted monster we all know and love :D When to upload it is the question though.
Enjoy. . .
That morning the master of the castle was awakened by his woman kissing him on his neck. He groaned deeply and tilted his head back as he took his time to fully wake up. Arielle stopped for a moment while he stretched and saw that he was exposing his neck to her, a sign of full trust. With his eyes closed he didn't see the flicker of indecision in her eyes. She realized that he was a fool for trusting her so openly when she didn't even truly trust herself. There was still some small worm wriggling around in her head causing a commotion in her thoughts.
She shook it off and went back to kissing him, trailing kisses down his neck. She licked him from the collar bone to jaw line, he chuckled darkly. When she was done he looked at her with his piercing blue eyes.
"You are a vixen," he said as a-matter-of-factly. "I curse the day I brought you here with me."
"That was also the day I died," she said smoothly. She touched the tip of his nose and grinned, "Speaking of dying. . ."
Without warning she jumped off the bed and ran from the room. Without caring about what she was off to do the Kurgan closed his eyes and concentrated on getting out of bed. When she reached the kitchens she saw Mel kneading their bread.
"How is it?" Arielle asked brightly. She propped her elbows on the table and smiled at the woman.
The servants of The Kurgan had long ago accepted how different she was and greatly loved her for her kindness.
"Just fine dearie," the woman responded. "I was able to get the mother to feed her again but after a few moments she shoved the wee one away. So I got some milk from the goat and did as you asked. The pup is in the basket over there." She pointed to said basket.
"She?" Arielle asked, her face bright, "A girl pup? Well we'll have to name her then."
She bounded over to the basket and saw the puppy suckling on a cloth sac. She cooed and gently stroked the small thing on the head. The older woman chuckled and grinned. When she turned back to the ovens she froze in terror as she saw her master leaning in the doorway. The way he stared at the young woman was very disturbing. It was as if she was his prey and he the hunter, he only brought her to hunt her and do what he pleased. Of course she brought some light to the castle and made the servants happy, and ever since she arrived The Kurgan hadn't raped any more women from the village.
He stalked forward as the woman servant lowered her eyes and walked up to the woman he had his sights on. He saw her staring fondly at the runt in the basket and came up behind her. She felt his body against her back and felt when he lifted a lock of her hair and took in her scent.
"I think I saved it," she said in a hushed tone.
When he looked at the puppy he saw its little belly was full and it cooed to itself happily. "Yes, you have. Now come up and dress so we can eat."
She kept looking at the puppy, "Hmpf. . .Fine. But after a few more moments."
He groaned behind her, "How long will it take for the whelp to take care of itself?"
"Eight weeks," she replied bluntly.
His face darkened, "Eight weeks?" There was absolutely no way in hell he'd let that little runt take away eight weeks of her attention. "And that will be eight weeks where 'nanny' takes care of it! I will not have you distracted by that."
She smirked and turned her head to the side, showing her smile, "If you say so, master."
He knew she didn't mean it. Without a word he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed her close to him. He put his nose to her neck and took in her scent, his hands slowly roaming up and down her body. He felt her shiver and smiled. He let go and placed his hands on her hips, spinning her round to face him.
"Lets us go then, and dress," she said.
He peered down into her eyes, "You're being too compliant. And you're beginning to speak like my time."
She only smiled and narrowed her eyes seductively, "Well I've been here for nearly years now, I learn quickly."
He let her go and she sauntered away. With one last glance at the puppy he followed her.
The next day Kurgan decided to start teaching Arielle things about his world that she didn't know. He taught her how to ride a horse and use a sword. She excelled in both but would often remark how her fighting style was nowhere near as graceful as The Kurgan's.
"My lord," she said as she wiped sweat off her brow. He looked at her, " Your strength never stops amazing me." She smiled at him.
When he looked at her he instantly wanted her out of her clothes. She was drenched in so much sweat that her men's shirt and trousers clung to her body, especially her chest. He watched hungrily as her chest went up and down with each deep breath. He grinned.
"I can only hope for that," he sheathed his sword and began stalking towards her. "Now come to me."
She had put her own sword away when she looked up and saw him creeping towards her. She looked at him. "What for?"
He growled and flung her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" she shouted. "I hate it when you do this!"
She beat on his shoulders a few more times before he suddenly dumped her own the banks of the river. She looked towards the water and then back at her lover and smiled. He bent down for her but she quickly scooted back and waved a finger in front of him.
"Ah ah ah dear Kurgan," she taunted him. "Not yet."
She grinned impishly at him and he stood back, watching her with interest. She easily peeled off the shirt and let him admire her body. His eyes went big in desire and took a step forward but she stepped back, throwing her shirt at him in the process. He smirked and then watched her, with a free second she quickly dropped her pants and slipped out of her shoes, which she also threw at him. He laughed and she walked forward. He let her undress him and then backed her into the water. They came together under the water and in the shade of the trees she screamed in pleasure with him inside of her.
Afterwards, with her legs still slightly shaking from his ravishing of her that day , they sat together in the soft muddy banks under a tree. She sat against his body and felt him breathing.
Without looking at him she asked, "What would happen if Bronson had killed me?" she asked.
He looked down at her and held her closer. "You would have gone back to your world and stayed there. I wouldn't be able to bring back."
She looked up at him, "And I am Immortal?"
"You are free from every sickness or poison. But if that damned Hartmann had cut you open you would have gone." He looked at her seriously. "Nothing will ever happen to you my mate. Nothing."
She nodded and kissed his hand, she then got up and waded back into the water up to her hips. She washed her body off and then walked out of the river with The Kurgan behind her. While she basked in the sun with her lover watching her, he dressed and looked out at the surrounding forest. The forest held many secrets, and hid many things, it could even hide another Immortal for all he knew.
She looked up at him and rolled over onto her stomach, "We haven't heard from anyone in quiet sometime."
"How do you mean?" He asked.
She shrugged, "Just that no one has come to our gates of late." After she said it she grinned. "I bet it's because they're afraid," she said. "After you completely destroyed the Hartmann family people leave us alone. Not that I mind, I rather enjoy having you to myself every moment of the day."
He nodded, "You belong to me and me alone."
She grinned, "Does that mean you'd marry me?"
At that he smirked and turned away, walking back to the castle. She rolled her eyes and then stood and quickly dressed. She ran after him. Along the way she felt a presence somewhere behind her and then turned slightly and looked over her shoulder. No one was there anywhere in the distance. She shrugged it off as paranoia from just being kidnapped and held captive for a year. She could only hope that's all it was.
Doubt, marriage, and paranoia. . .Is her paranoid state justified? O_O Will they ever wed or live just as happily as if they were? And what about that doubt she keeps feeling?