I am sssoooo sorry! I've had the nasty flu and have been mostly sleeping. But I'm better and back now and with a new chapter! Please do Enjoy!
Arielle was having a nightmare.
Some shadowy man with red eyes was reaching out for her from a mud filled hole. She was stuck between the mud and a stone wall. It seemed to push her closer and she knew that the man wasn't good. He grabbed her ankle and she screamed while he pulled her towards him, his slimy hands leaving mud up all her leg. Her foot had just entered the mud when she screamed out for The Kurgan, she looked for him but he was nowhere. The creature dragged her further still until she was up to her waist in mud and muck. She closed her eyes and waited for death. . .that is until a giant, armor clad hand grabbed her arm and tore her from the mud.
In the real world she suddenly jerked out of sleep and looked as if she had been falling. She jolted up and gasped for breath. The Kurgan flew to his feet out of the wooden chair he had been using and spun around to look at her, he quickly walked to the bed and sat on the edge to look at her.
"What the fuck?' She shouted.
He raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?" He reached out for her and gently grabbed both of her arms in each of his hands, holding her still while she frantically looked around the bed.
She looked at him with wide eyes, "He was trying to drag me into the mud. You grabbed me at the last second." She breathed quickly before leaning forward and pressing her cheek against his chest and took in his forest smell. She closed her eyes and knew that in The Kurgan's arms she was safe.
"Don't worry pretty," he told her. "When I see him again he will die."
"And you'll earn another quickening?" she asked.
He nodded and then began taking off his armor. Each peice was quietly laid down in a pilewhile he told her the ways he would think about her very shapely body. She blushed. When the last piece dropped to the floor he crawled onto the bed and enveloped Arielle in his scent, arms and body. She had already gotten herself undressed and was waiting for him under the blankets. When he was on top of her he began kissing her and snaked his hand down the length of her torso and down her waist. He cupped her sex and then slowly sent a finger into her, making her arch her back and spread her legs for him. Arielle gave herself completely to her lover. Letting him do whatever he wanted and not teasing him or playing; she wanted his body and love.
He smiled in his dark way as she moaned and called out his name, kissed her neck and felt how hot she was for him. The moment between them was pure, raw, emotion and instinct. He entered her body with his own and began thrusting back and forth gently at first. She held onto him as if afraid she would fall off the face of the earth and he loomed above her, she gently held his bulging arms and tried not to raise her voice. She felt his muscles move beneath his skin as he moved against her. She could feel the power behind him and she remembered why she fell in love with him but that Arielle felt like a different person and it pained her.
Although he couldn't read her mind anymore, as they both reached their release he could feel the indecisive emotions flooding through her brain and it angered him that there was something wrong with her still. When she slept again beside him that night he remained awake as he often did these days. As he lay there thinking he could hear footsteps coming towards their room. From the sound alone he could tell that it was a man, tall, well built, and wearing boots. The person stopped in front of their door. . .and then continued on. He frowned; they wanted him to follow. Angrily he got up and pulled on his pants, boots, one sleeved black vest and strapped his sword around waist.
He didn't feel any fear or excitement as she walked down the hall following the mysterious person. As he turned a corner he tied his hair back with the worn leather strip he always used and put his hand on his sword hilt in a light gesture. He saw a back flight of stairs that led into a back garden, a man was walking to the far side. The Kurgan saw through a window and glared at him.
When he reached the garden he strode forward and saw that he was unarmed. He stopped a few steps away, "Derbith."
That very man turned around with a smile on his lips. "Hello Immortal. I see you got her back."
"How long have yo-" The words hit The Kurgan in the face. He raised an eyebrow, "How do you know me?"
The smug man tossed back his hair in an arrogant way, ""I know all about Immortals, just as I know all about you, Kurgan."
"A Watcher?" his opponent growled.
The Scot shook his head. "No. There may have been some in my family but alas I am not one. But I know the Rules of your Game. The Prize. I know about Belfeiro as well."
The other asked, "What do you know of Belfeiro?"
"Nothing of interest that great," he droned on in a boring tone. "Just that he is going to soon make you an irresistible offer. One such that you cannot refuse." He looked at The Kurgan while nonchalantly picking his nails.
"And what happens if I do?" The Kurgan growled.
Derbith looked apologetic. "You know Belfeiro best don't you? What do you think he would do? You know what's he's after."
The giant of a man eyed the Scot with dark, piercing eyes. "Why do you speak of this?"
He only grinned and began walking further into the garden towards the forest. "To show you what I can do."
The Kurgan let him go and stared hard at where he disappeared. All he knew was that this man was arrogant, clever and was never going to leave him alone.
"Much like a fly", he growled.
When he was gone the Count turned and made his way at his own pace to his room. He put his sword by his belt and got on the bed, getting on his hands and knees to look closer at Arielle's features while she slept. When he looked into her face and saw how beautiful she was and knew what an alluring and incredible woman she could be, he knew he would do whatever it took to ensure that she got back to him on all levels of mind and body. Whatever this offer was it would most likely mean leaving Arielle so Belfeiro could obviously swoop in and mold her mind to him.
Even if that plan somehow would help her fully return to him then he would put them both through it. This was going to be another disgusting game of wait. But he was patient man, he could wait.