though she struggled to pull
away, and he took her arms and pressed her into the mattress. She regarded him
wildly, her chest heaving against her leather vest, her breaths quick and
heavy. He imagined she would sound the same if he took her, fucked her until
she knew her place.
At
the thought of having her, Valdrik rolled his tongue over his lips. "Do
you remember me?" he asked. His stare raked hotly over her, up to her
flashing eyes. He held her gaze as powerfully as the knotted muscles in his
arms, taut with the strength he exerted to hold her there.
She
shook her head.
"Aye,
I'm sure you would not forget so quickly."
His
stare traveled down the valley of her breasts, barely visible under her vest
still. Strangely, he found himself curious of those breasts and perhaps more
curious of the woman herself, more so than he had imagined he would be. Too bad
she would be most unwilling, and he would never take an unwilling woman.
"This
has gone easier for me than I had thought it would," Valdrik said.
"Do you give me no trouble before we are away from here, then I shall
treat you fairly and not hurt you any more than you force me to."
Something
flashed in her eyes then, and Valdrik caught her leg just before her knee came
crashing into his ear, his effort to no avail though. Surprised, he growled
with pain as the force of the blow rattled him.
Finna
rolled to the other side of the bed, but he shot off the mattress and came
around to catch her in his arms. She made a cry of panic against the cloth as
they both went tumbling backwards with her on top, her back to his chest and
his arms wrapped around her chest like steel. Valdrik fought to keep her still
as she kicked her legs into the air, screaming as loudly as she could against
the gag and thrashing her head against his jaw.
They
tumbled back and forth on the small bed until Valdrik heard a crack underneath.
He felt, rather than heard, her sharp intake, and Finna stilled atop him. Less
than a breath later they were falling, and the bed plummeted to the floor under
them with a crash. Valdrik winced as the wooden side bit into his back.
"You
do not understand, and I have not the time to tell you now, vixen." His
hissed words strained with his struggle against her. He grunted, holding her to
him tightly, the length of her body entirely flush against his. "You shall
be returned to your father, and you must cooperate." Valdrik sat them up
then, only to have the back of her head smash into his nose and he fell back
onto the mattress.
"Gods!"
he bit out, straining his neck to keep her head from bashing him again. All
desire he might have felt for the woman fled him, and Valdrik gritted his teeth
to keep from making any useless noise.
The
woman screamed against the gag in her mouth as Valdrik pushed her off him to
her feet. He stood, too, instantly hefting her up and tossing her over his
shoulder a second later. Though she was of a good height, she was not
exceedingly heavy for a woman used to wielding a blade, at least not to him.
Valdrik
hurried to the door with giant strides, praying they would not be spotted. He
looked out, relieved to find no one there. As he left, he closed the door
behind them, to not draw alarm should someone happen by. No doubt she would be
missed, but he would rather that be much later.
Valdrik
hurried through the shadows, the woman on his shoulder twisting and straining
against him, her elbows coming sharply into his back as she tried to squirm
free. As he ran, her kicking legs threw him off-kilter a time or two, but once
they were away and at the edge of the wood, he set her to her feet. Valdrik
roughly turned her around, thankful to not have to carry her anymore.
"You
shall walk from here, do you understand?" he asked, giving her a shake.
"You shall do exactly as I tell you or I swear I will slit your throat and
leave you to die. I could easily tell your father I did not find you at
all." As he looked down on her, his annoyance abated with each
away, and he took her arms and pressed her into the mattress. She regarded him
wildly, her chest heaving against her leather vest, her breaths quick and
heavy. He imagined she would sound the same if he took her, fucked her until
she knew her place.
At
the thought of having her, Valdrik rolled his tongue over his lips. "Do
you remember me?" he asked. His stare raked hotly over her, up to her
flashing eyes. He held her gaze as powerfully as the knotted muscles in his
arms, taut with the strength he exerted to hold her there.
She
shook her head.
"Aye,
I'm sure you would not forget so quickly."
His
stare traveled down the valley of her breasts, barely visible under her vest
still. Strangely, he found himself curious of those breasts and perhaps more
curious of the woman herself, more so than he had imagined he would be. Too bad
she would be most unwilling, and he would never take an unwilling woman.
"This
has gone easier for me than I had thought it would," Valdrik said.
"Do you give me no trouble before we are away from here, then I shall
treat you fairly and not hurt you any more than you force me to."
Something
flashed in her eyes then, and Valdrik caught her leg just before her knee came
crashing into his ear, his effort to no avail though. Surprised, he growled
with pain as the force of the blow rattled him.
Finna
rolled to the other side of the bed, but he shot off the mattress and came
around to catch her in his arms. She made a cry of panic against the cloth as
they both went tumbling backwards with her on top, her back to his chest and
his arms wrapped around her chest like steel. Valdrik fought to keep her still
as she kicked her legs into the air, screaming as loudly as she could against
the gag and thrashing her head against his jaw.
They
tumbled back and forth on the small bed until Valdrik heard a crack underneath.
He felt, rather than heard, her sharp intake, and Finna stilled atop him. Less
than a breath later they were falling, and the bed plummeted to the floor under
them with a crash. Valdrik winced as the wooden side bit into his back.
"You
do not understand, and I have not the time to tell you now, vixen." His
hissed words strained with his struggle against her. He grunted, holding her to
him tightly, the length of her body entirely flush against his. "You shall
be returned to your father, and you must cooperate." Valdrik sat them up
then, only to have the back of her head smash into his nose and he fell back
onto the mattress.
"Gods!"
he bit out, straining his neck to keep her head from bashing him again. All
desire he might have felt for the woman fled him, and Valdrik gritted his teeth
to keep from making any useless noise.
The
woman screamed against the gag in her mouth as Valdrik pushed her off him to
her feet. He stood, too, instantly hefting her up and tossing her over his
shoulder a second later. Though she was of a good height, she was not
exceedingly heavy for a woman used to wielding a blade, at least not to him.
Valdrik
hurried to the door with giant strides, praying they would not be spotted. He
looked out, relieved to find no one there. As he left, he closed the door
behind them, to not draw alarm should someone happen by. No doubt she would be
missed, but he would rather that be much later.
Valdrik
hurried through the shadows, the woman on his shoulder twisting and straining
against him, her elbows coming sharply into his back as she tried to squirm
free. As he ran, her kicking legs threw him off-kilter a time or two, but once
they were away and at the edge of the wood, he set her to her feet. Valdrik
roughly turned her around, thankful to not have to carry her anymore.
"You
shall walk from here, do you understand?" he asked, giving her a shake.
"You shall do exactly as I tell you or I swear I will slit your throat and
leave you to die. I could easily tell your father I did not find you at
all." As he looked down on her, his annoyance abated with each
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