Subject:  Dragon's Lair...........Chapter 18 ( NC-17. ) |
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Date Posted: 20:05:17 06/08/01 Fri
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Lissette
's message, "Dragon's Lair...........Chapter 17 ( Angsty and a bit NC-17. )" on 20:01:51 06/08/01 Fri
Chapter 18 ( NC-17 )
© May 11, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly.
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Shantal gasped as his lips touched hers. She gently pushed him away, her hands shaking as she pressed harder against his naked chest. There was no movement. He was as heavy as a rock. She could feel Michael’s arms surround her waist tightly, one hand snaking up to curve softly against the back of her neck, the other down to press her nether region more tightly against him.
She closed her eyes and sighed into his mouth, her body slipped even closer to his as his hand brushed softly upward, his hand curved over her shoulder and gently
dipped down, sliding the slip of silk aside to allow his fingers to gently tweak her nipple making her shiver with delight. A small voice reminded her that he was off
limits and she should push him away. Shantal ignored the small voice, her hands twining into Michael’s curls, her mouth opened and she smiled softly as his tongue slipped inside to tangle deliciously with hers.
“Shantal he is Rahine’s property, she has not given you leave to take him to bed. Girl for Michael’s sake remember what she did to the poor geek that Andrea took
to her bed before Rahine got tired of him. Push him away!” The soft voice stated.
Shantal shivered, an image of Greg’s broken body flashed into her memory and she jerked away. She grimaced as a deep moan escaped Michael’s lips. Pushing harder still she was able to dislodge his arms, taking advantage of his confused state she gave one last push, making Michael lose his balance and fall back against the wall. Hitting his head as he fell.
“Don’t do that! She’ll kill you if she knows!” She hissed before jumping up and quickly rushing out the door.
Michael sat confused, his left hand brushing against the bump on the back of his head. “What did I do?” He whispered, his eyes wide, his breathing ragged.
Shaking his head he slowly closed his eyes. Michael’s fingers rested upon his still wet lips. He felt a shiver of dread curse down his body at the memory of Shantal, her body so soft and willing. He sighed and snapped his eyes open.
“My god, what the hell did I do?”
“You kissed her, made her feel like a whore.” Came a softly spoken voice from the general area of the door.
Michael lifted his gaze and met Omar’s angry one. “A kiss made her feel dirty?”
Omar nodded softly before stepping into the room. “Yes and no, She’s very sensitive, besides you’re not hers to use as she desires. That privilege is only Rahine’s. “ Omar stated as he knelt beside Michael.
Michael frowned. “I don’t understand......” He gasped as his section trained mind quickly slipped into mission mode and his eyes turned cold, his face quickly but with great effort slipped into a semblance of his once discarded mask.
Omar noticed this and chuckled softly. “It won’t help you here man, no one cares whether you want to be here or not. The only one who cares left you here, escaping from her own emotions.”
Michael stared at the man kneeling beside him, his section training told him not to trust or ask questions, but his more sedate side, the one Nikita had trained to ask questions and worry was slowly taking over the once cold operative. Taking several deep breaths he attempted to stand, sliding up against the wall for balance, his head began to spin wildly, his legs shook like they were made of rubber. Locking his legs tightly he managed to stand on his own for the first time since he had been captured. He took several deep breaths and slowly stepped away from the wall.
He swayed softly but managed to force his legs to deliver him to the bed, where he collapsed into a heap on the middle of the mattress.
Omar smiled as he watched Michael stumble and then finally collapse like a boneless heap on the bed. Chuckling he approached the bed.
“Want to kill yourself huh? What do you think Rahine will do if you’re damaged?” Omar asked as he took a seat beside the bed.
Michael slowly opened his eyes. They were a bit unfocused and he fought hard to bring the twin images into one. The effort caused a fresh sweat to appear on his brow. He finally got the twin images to melt into one and he stared deeply into Omar’s eyes, trying to judge the sincerity of the man. Closing his eyes, he sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t care, if you’re going to torture me begin now, unless the girl is the torture.”
Omar’s deep laugh reverberated through the room. “Wee Shantal a torture? Man you’ve been already damaged if you think such a sweet girl could torture anyone, unless you mean the torture of wanting her in your bed.”
Michael’s eyelids drifted open, he stared at the man with cold resolution. “Tell me the real reason why I was brought here?”
Omar stood slowly, his massive frame creaking as every bone fell in place once again. With a soft smile he walked around the bed and toward the door. “Shantal already told you, our queen desires you and what she wants, she gets. Now get some sleep, Rahine won’t take long to summon you to her chamber again and this time she will not let you go so quickly, besides you must be able to entice her and entertain her if you desire to live.”
Michael watched as Omar closed the door slowly, a huge smile on his face. Shaking his head he allowed his eyes to close, his mind swirling with questions.
“Where am I? why the hell does the queen want me? How will I escape? When will Shantal return?” He shook his head to clear it. Reaching up he dragged himself slowly toward the pillows, where he finally collapsed face down, a ray of dying moonlight softly caressed his bare buttocks.
“Nikita where are you Mon Amour?” He whispered softly against the silk pillows.
Júrgen watched Michael from behind the large painting on the side of Shantal’s armoire. He watched Michael’s struggle to understand his situation and battle his section honed instincts. Júrgen knew that unless Michael disappeared Rahine would not want him back in her bed. He resolved in that instant to do whatever he could to hasten Michael’s death. Smiling he quickly resumed his progress toward Rahine's chamber.
“Ohhh yes my dearest Michael, soon your Nikita will see your
dead body. She will cry and rage and then my vengeance will be complete, when I take your children from her and leave her alone to grieve her loss.” He whispered as he walked down the dark tunnel.
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Omar followed the soft whimpering toward the large garden, where he knew Shantal would be. slowly he opened the door and smiled tenderly as he watched Shantal's shoulders shake with sobs. he slowly approached her. kneeling beside her he gently reached out and caressed her hair.
"Shanti, don't cry." he whispered softly.
Shantal shrugged his hand off and turned away.
"Leave me alone Omar." she hissed.
Omar shook his head and smiled. "No wee one, I will never leave you alone to cry yourself into a stupor. you need someone to talk to. now come here and sit on Omar's lap and tell me what's wrong."
Shantal smiled softly, lifting her head she gently nodded and was quickly lifted and placed on top of Omar's massive Lap. where his hands gently brushed her back soothingly.
"Tell me what makes you cry wee Shanti."
Shantal cradled her head on his shoulder and sighed, wiping the tears off her cheeks. she fought the hiccups that followed the tears. "I'm afraid....I will fall....in love Omar." she whispered softly.
Omar chuckled making Shantal's head bounce on his shoulder.
"You're afraid to love the green eyed man? why?"
Shantal shrugged, taking a deep breath she gently lifted her hand and pressed it against his cheek. "Because he's helpless right now, he does not know what he wants, and Rahine will kill us both if i take advantage of him."
Omar laughed softly. lifting her face, he caressed the gentle slope of her jaw. looking directly into her eyes he softly exhaled and smiled.
"Well aren't you supposed to get pregnant? how can she expect you to have a child without making love?"
Shantal frowned. "Rahine wants to play first Omar, once she tires of Michael she will give him to me, that's when i will be in charge of getting pregnant." she stated.
Omar nodded. "So that threat about you having a son before the year is out was a lie?"
Shantal shook her head. "No, she did order me to have a son before the year is ended. but it's February and i still have 2 months to become pregnant." she said as she slowly disentangled herself from Omar's grasp.
Omar nodded once again, his gaze troubled as he stared deeply into Shantal's dark eyes. "But how will you become pregnant if you don't allow tenderness and emotions to help you when you make love?"
Shantal sighed, wrapping her arms around her waist she stood looking at the dying moon. "I can't love him Omar, i can't allow myself to feel anything for him."
Omar stood and stepped up behind her, settling his large hands on her shoulders, he leaned forward and whispered softly into Shantal's ear.
"You've already lost the fight wee one, your heart already belongs to him."
Shantal shook her head. "I won't let him get closer to me." she stated before turning and leaving Omar alone in the garden.
Omar sighed. "You already love him Shantal, stop fighting it." he told her retreating back.
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Twenty minutes later, Shantal slowly opened the door, her lips quirked up at the image that greeted her. Carefully she stepped into the room and slowly approached
the bed. Gently covering Michael with the silk sheet. She gently nudged him to the side and climbed in bed. Her heart beating fast as Michael turned over and wrapped his arms around Shantal’s waist, dragging her to lay before him, spoon fashion. One hand snaking to caress her breast while the other gently massages her abdomen.
Shantal sighed and nudged closer to Michael. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep, knowing that Rahine could come searching for Michael at any moment. She covered Michael’s hands, bringing the right one toward her waist once again.
Michael smiled softly. His eyelids drifted open. “Yes, allow me to cradle you Shantal, if you’re to be my torturer I will take full advantage of it.” he thought. With a soft nod he tightened his hold on her and slowly allowed his tired body to rest. He drifted carefully into semi-consciousness, his section training not allowing him to completely lose himself in sleep. “I wish I could, but if I will survive my senses must stay sharp.” Those were his last thoughts and exhaustion, drugs and lack of sleep dragged him deeper into unconsciousness.
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