The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

[jaceyboo]

Amelia hastily walked through the street, throwing occasional glances behind her to make sure she wasn't being followed. Her hands gripped her dress, holding it up so that the hem didn't drag across the dirty ground. Not that it honestly mattered. As far as she could tell, there was no one behind her. Not her father, nor any of his men. Allowing her pace to slow, she turned down a small side street, not giving it so much as a second though as she walked into one of the city's tiny taverns. It was sort of a hole in the wall type place, one that didn't attract many visitors. There were a few regulars that hung around, and by then, they had seemed to be used to the girl's sporadic visits.

The girl seemed out of place as she took a seat at the bar, her off white dress being much nicer than anything anyone would normally wear to such a place. Even then, it wasn't as nice as most of the dresses she was forced to get dolled up in every day. Her blonde hair was let down, something that her mother hated. Pushing a strand of it behind her ear, she let out a rather loud sigh. She earned a few glances from those around her, but they all seemed to know her story well enough not to say anything to her.

"Its only been three days since your last visit, whats goin' on with ya?" came the voice of the old man behind the bar. He smiled his toothless grin as he handed Amelia a cup of dark coffee. "This isn't what I wanted." Amelia chided, eyeing the cup of coffee. The owner of the tavern had stopped giving her alcohol after her father had caught her in the tavern a few weeks back, knowing better than to anger a man with such power. The old man laughed, shaking his head. "If you leave here drunk, it'll be off with my head." he told her with wide eyes, making a slicing motion against his neck with his fingers. "Now whats your story, I know you got one." he pressed, leaning forward on the bar. The old man was the only person who spoke to Amelia normally, leaving out the silly titles. As strange as it sounded, she considered him to be a friend, someone she could talk to.

"My father's brought in another suitor today." she finally told him. "Ahh, repeat or new one." he asked her as he poured a pitcher of ale for a man perched at the other end of the bar. "Repeat.." Amelia answered in a somewhat disgusted tone. Normally, she was able to shock them enough that they didn't come back. Truthfully, she should have already been married, but she had seemed to master scaring off her suitors, even despite how good it would be for any man to be tied to her family. "How's that one makin' you feel miss?" the old man pressed, noting her discomfort. For a moment, she was silent, taking a sip of her coffee as she tried to think of an answer. "Concerned.." she said slowly, though she tried not to look too bothered by it.

"Well, we both know what'll happen, dear." he told her, pausing for a moment to greet someone who had entered the tavern. "Welcome!" he called out, raising up a hand before turning back to Amelia. "You'll scare em off." she told her with a wink, turning his attention from her back to whomever had stepped inside, preparing to offer the man a drink.

 

[Traveler]

The tavern had been a small hole in the wall, a place where it was unlikely that anyone would give the patrons a second glance. It was the perfect place for a man on the run. Narrow steps led down to a nondescript wooden door barred with metal rods that crossed over the small hole that passed for a peek through. The tall man tipped his wide brimmed leather hat down, hiding his features, before opening the door and walking in. The old, toothless man who greeted him with a hearty 'Welcome!' seemed harmless enough, but it was the white-dressed girl sitting at the bar who caught his eye.

He raised his chin just enough to get a good look at the face that came with that body. In doing so his own face was revealed, a handsome countenance with a scruff of beard and clean lines to his face. His eyes were green and intense, full of stormy anger. He wore a close fitting leather jacket that was foreign in it's lacings and scroll work, and under that he wore a dark, fine shirt that tucked into a horse man's leather trousers. The lines of his legs led down to tall, finely tooled boots with buttons along the outside edge. He pulled off soft leather gloves and nodded to the innkeep as he walked past the woman he had eyed. The scent of leather and spice followed him, and the long scabbard that hung at his side covered a well-used blade.

He had evaluated Amelia and decided that she was either the tavern owner's much coddled daughter or a high class whore who lost her way. Whatever she was, if he had had enough coin he would have considered hiring her to warm his bed. As it was he barely had enough to fetch a meal and a few mugs. He'd have to find other accommodations for sleep.

"What will you have?" asked the barkeep. He glanced over at the man as he turned a chair around so that his back would be against the far wall.

"Whiskey. Something to eat." He eyed the girl at the bar and raised an eyebrow, asking quietly if she was on the menu as well.

"Whiskey and stew it is," the keep said sternly. He shut down any thought of 'hiring' Amelia that the stranger had. Certainly no one who lived in the city would have dared to imply that she was a whore. He began to ladle a thin, potato-heavy stew into a wooden bowl. Small rolls were piled in a basket that was left out in the open. The crusts had all gotten hard, but since they were intended to be soaked in stew it was of little consequence. Besides, the people who came here were not particular about their food. As he poured a generous portion of whiskey for the stranger he slid a cudgel out of it's place under the counter and leaned it against his chair. Just in case.

 

[jaceyboo]

"I guess so." Amelia muttered, turning her head to get a glance at the man that had stepped inside. She hadn't seen him before, which struck her as odd. Her blue eyes followed him as he walked past, not trying to hide the fact that she was staring. She quickly looked away though as his own gaze moved to her, a somewhat questioning look in his eye directed towards her as he told the old man what he wanted.

Her eyes darted back towards the man behind the counter, who now seemed irritated by the new guest. She tried to piece it together, not really sure of what the connection was. "Reynold." she said in a bit of hushed tone, speaking the tavern owners name after he finished serving the man. "Do you not like him?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper, though the stranger would undoubtedly be able to hear her if he was listening.

The old man let out a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "He likes you." he responded quietly, a small blush forming on the girls cheeks as she then realized what the glance in her direction had meant. "Oh." she said softly, hesitating for a moment before trying to sneak another glance at the man.

"Why don't you head home Amelia." Reynold said in a normal tone now, getting somewhat of a bad vibe from the new visitor. If anyone caused trouble at the tavern while Amelia was there, he would certainly hear it from her father. "You know your father's sent someone to fetch you by now anyway." he added. Just as the words left his mouth, she could hear stern voices and loud footsteps nearing the entrance of the tavern. Of course, her first assumption was that it was her father's men, there to escort her home as they had done many times before. She was surprised to see a handful of the city's guardsmen enter the tavern instead, wondering what on earth would bring them there.

 

[Traveler]

The guards had a dog. That was probably what brought them to the tavern so quickly. The stranger had just rested his boots on the chair next to him, settling in for a rest and a meal, but the damned guards had to come and ruin that. He tilted the hat down lower to avoid being seen. Unfortunately the hound they held on a chain barked in his direction, and the idiotic guard holding the other end of the leash let go with a shout.

The huge dog bounded, saliva dripping from sharpened teeth as it lunged towards it's goal. Quicker than would have been expected the stranger pulled his dagger and slit the dog's throat, shoving it to the side in mid-air as he simultaneously moved towards the bar. There was only one thing that would keep the guards from running him through at the first opportunity, and that was an innocent girl in the line of danger.

His strong left arm wrapped itself around Amelia's body and ripped her off of the stool she had been perching upon. "Stop there or I'll kill her!" The stranger's voice was a determined growl, his scratchy face pressed against her head as he held his bloodied dagger at her slim, pristine neck.

The guards had drawn their weapons but they were at am impasse. They knew enough of their local lords to know who she was, or at least guess at her status. If they put a lady's life in danger...

"Let her go!" the captain ordered. "You're already going to hang for the murder of Percival Imperion. Do you want to hang for her too?"

The stranger's cheek widened as he grinned at the guards. "You can only kill me once, boys." He glanced at Reynold. "Quick. Where's the back door?" then, turning his attention to the guards he continued. "Follow me and she dies. If I see any sign that you're following us in the next three days she dies. If you stay away I'll let her go. Alive."

The captain looked hesitant. His hand gripped his sword tighter, though there was not a lot of space for swordplay in the tavern. The other patrons had found corners to hide in or had fled the small establishment.

Slowly the stranger began to drag his captive towards the back door. The hand with the knife was uncomfortably close to Amelia's neck, his thumb pressing against her skin as they moved. "Don't try anything stupid, sister," he murmured to her. "I'll kill you as quickly as I killed that dog if you make trouble for me."

 

[jaceyboo]

Everything seemed to go by in a quick blur after the guards stepped in. Within seconds, the hound that had come in with the men was lunging past her and towards the man in the corner, jumping towards its on death. She stiffened in her seat, unable to react as the mans hands were suddenly against her, her small body held against him as he held the knife to her throat.

Her eyes were wide, a helpless expression on her face as she glanced between Reynold and the guards. They all seem dumbfounded by what was happening, and that certainly wasn't reassuring to her. Even the Captain's threats seemed to be empty in meaning, and the stranger that held the helpless girl seemed to realize that.

'Follow me and she dies.' The words sent a shiver down her body, which seemed to go limp in his arms. Her head was spinning, her mind trying to process what was happening. It all seemed like a strange, drunken dream. It couldn't actually be happening.

Reality seemed to strike her as he began to drag her towards the backdoor, realizing that in moments, it would simply be the two of them. No Reynold, no guards. Just her and a man who could, and would kill her.

"Amelia, just do as he says. You'll be fine, you'll come home." Reynold called to her as the man dragged her out the door, but the look on his and the guards faces seemed to express that she was now nothing but a lost cause.

Panic coursed through her as the door shut behind them, her breathing unsteady as the stranger continued to drag her along. There was no doubt that she was terrified, but strangely, his muttered threat to her seemed to anger her more than it frightened her. Of course, she knew that he could kill her, and already, she was having doubts that she would make it out of this alive, but he couldn't kill her yet. He needed her to get away from the guards.

"I dare you.." she whispered in response, her voice thick with fear, despite the fact that her words were spoken to challenge him.

 

[Traveler]

He scoffed at her dare. "This isn't a game, bitch. Don't test me." Already he could hear the shouts on the other side of the block where the guards were gathered. Heavy footsteps at the back door warned him that someone was indeed following them, and he stuck his dagger through the handle and into the door jamb with one swift, hard thrust, burying the blade nearly halfway into the wood to lock the door in place. Then he used his free hand to grab Amelia by the hair and whirl her to face him.

His eyes scanned down her body and over her face. Nice. He grinned and took her by the arm, directing her towards a smaller side alley that ran perpendicular to the one they were in. Hurrying her along he pushed until they saw a hitch with a few horses saddled and tied as they waited for their owners to leave the shops.

A set of marching feet could be heard approaching from the left. The man yanked Amelia against the wall and pinned her there, his body pressing against hers and a hand covering her mouth. They were very close to each other; his leg was wedged between her thighs and his face was only inches from hers. If he leaned in any closer he could kiss her. His green eyes met her blue ones and he mouthed he word 'quiet' to her. A few minutes later the sound of marching feet faded and they were alone once again.

 

[jaceyboo]

Amelia remained silent after that, his words reminding her that he had the control, even if he did need her alive for the time being. A soft whimper left her lips as he yanked her around, her eyes staring into his. He seemed to hold the same gaze over her that he'd given her when he had first sat down in the tavern, which only seemed to make her even more uncomfortable, though she didn't have time to dwell on it as he pulled her along into another alley.

She felt both relieved and terrified as she heard the sound of footsteps near them. If they were being followed, it meant that guards weren't giving up on trying to save her. At the same time though, if they followed too closely, she could lose her life as a result.

"What are you do-" she started to ask, her words cut short as the man's hand was suddenly against her mouth, his body uncomfortably close to hers as he held her against the wall. She felt incredibly small compared to him, obviously much weaker as he leaned into her. Her breathing was shaky, her heart beating irregularly as she stood there with her nervous eyes locked on his. Her mind wandered in the minutes that they stood there, trying to create an explanation for herself as to how all of this had happened.

Once the air around them was silent, her hands angrily pushed at his. "Get off of me." she muttered in a harsh, but quiet tone, pushing his hand away from her mouth. A voice in her head was telling her to control herself, to think before she spoke, but she honestly didn't know how else to react.

 

[Traveler]

She tried to push him away, muttering for him to get off of her, and he simply grinned at her attempts. When he had enough of her sassing he slapped her across her face. Hard. "Shut up, you stupid little whore. Who do you think you are?" As if to press his point he grabbed her hand and locked her wrist in his grip. "You're mine now. You live or die by my pleasure." Then he thought that someone like her, some high class strumpet, might have a hidden knife on her, or some other sharp object she might try to injure him with.

That being the case, he forcibly began to pat her down, feeling her body beneath her clothes with his strong hands as he searched her. "Got any knives? Pins? Tell me the truth. If you hide any weapon you have and I find it later I'm going to beat you." He seemed to not care if he pinched or bruised her as he searched, just that he was thorough and found anything that she might be hiding in her voluptuous skirts.

Once he was sure that she was unarmed he dragged her along once again like someone forcing an unwilling lamb to the slaughter. He was heading for the horses, a fast way to get out of town and away from the guards.

The man was taller than Amelia and much stronger. He unwrapped the horse's lead from the hitch and put it across the saddle, then picked Amelia up like a sack of turnips and slung her across the front of the saddle, on her belly. He sprung up to the saddle like an expert and directed the horse away from the stores. It was getting late, not many people were still out and about. The man's firm hand was cupped over her buttocks to hold her in place, but it was also for his pleasure. As they rode, first slowly to not draw attention, then, once they were out of the city, he paused the horse and helped Amelia to sit in front of him so that his arms wrapped around her.

"Well done," he murmured in her ear once they were past the walls of the city. "You've just participated successfully in your first kidnapping." He smiled then, both in joy that they had escaped so far, and in pleasure at having her buttocks pressed against his hips. This wasn't going to be a rough trip after all.

 

[jaceyboo]

A cry of pain left Amelia's lips, her hand moving up to where he had slapped her. Her eyes were wide, though it was more in shock than fear. No one had ever spoken to her that way, let alone hit her.

Her skin was still stinging as he began to pat down her body, and she seemed to use every ounce of self control she had to resist the urge to pull away from him. Her cheeks were red, his hands feeling around in places that no one would have ever dared to touch her. "Do I look like someone that would have a knife?" she retorted, quickly realizing that she needn't continue to say things that might anger him. "I don't have anything.." she added, her voice sounding more timid.

From then on, she remained silent, not offering any protests as he tossed her up onto the horse and held her in place rather lewdly. Without uttering a word, she allowed him to help her upright, her eyes scanning her surroundings as they left the city limits. The uncertainty she felt in that moment was maddening. Just as he had said, the kidnapping had been successful. They were getting farther and farther from the city, with no signs of anyone behind them. Suddenly, he seemed to become an even greater threat.

She wasn't really sure how long they had been riding, the sky having gone through an array of colors before finally going to black. Her body was beginning to grow tired, aching from sitting so stiffly in front of him. Hesitantly, she leaned back against him, allowing her body to rest against his as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine something pleasant.

 

[Traveler]

As she relaxed against him, his desire for her body increased. The darkness only intensified his need. All good things happened in the dark, after all. He found a chimney sitting in a clearing, the last remnants of a cottage fire many years ago. It would make as good of a camp as any, he supposed. The man stopped their horse and balanced the girl on the saddle as he dismounted. He pulled her down into his arms, apparently still asleep. There was a patch of grass that had grown through brick off to the side. Negotiating by moonlight he walked over and laid her there before returning to tend to the horse.

His movements were graceful and confident, as at ease in the wilderness as he was in the city. He had only a few things with him but he seemed unburdened by their lack of supplies. He spoke softly to the horse as he removed the saddle and blanket, brushing down the wet spots with the palm of his hand. He eased the bit out of the animal's mouth, careful not to hit any teeth, and once the gear was off he tied the animal's halter off to a nearby tree so that it allowed it to graze.

It was going to be a cool night. The sky was clear, meaning that the heat wasn't held next to the ground like a blanket. The man turned back to look at his captive as he decided the best course for the night. He could tie her down or he could trust her. The best course seemed to tie her, but he had no rope. That had been bad planning.

 

[jaceyboo]

Amelia hadn't even realized that she had fallen asleep, at least until she woke up. She groaned softly, seeming a bit disoriented as her eyes fluttered open. She was..outside? Within a few seconds, it all seemed to come back to her. The tavern, the strange man taking her as his hostage, riding with him out of the city.

Taking in a deep breath, she laid still on the ground, not wanting him to know that she was awake. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, adjusting to the darkness as she finally caught sight of him by the horse. For a moment, she wondered if she could run. It seemed as though it would be easy enough, but she quickly dismissed the thought. It was too quiet, and he would hear any movement she made. And after all, she had no where to go. The thought brought tears to her eyes. She was still alive though, that was a good sign. At least she hoped.

Still laying where he had left her, she watched him as he unsaddled the horse. He seemed gentle with the creature, which was in a way surprising to her. She found herself wondering what he was like as a person, and what it was he had done.

Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as his attention turned from the animal to her. She knew that it was her he was looking at, but she hoped that the darkness would conceal the fact that she was staring directly back at him. Perhaps if he thought her to be asleep, he would simply let her be.

 

[Traveler]

He didn't like people. Hate was a strong word, but the taste that came to his mouth when he thought about people in general was like old blood and rusted metal.

There she was, though; a 'people'. Her legs were visible under the cover of her dress, and the pale perfection of her skin nearly gleamed in the light of the moon. She was his insurance; his guarantee of life and escape. At least for three days. Then he'd leave her someplace safe. But she didn't need to know that. He was a scoundrel and a murderer, but he was a man of his word. For instance, if he told someone he was going to kill them, then he always followed through. He was honorable like that.

Hence, the city guards earlier...

There were some interesting things that people were good for, though. He strode to where she laid, and as he got closer he saw that she wasn't asleep anymore. He stood a few feet away from her, contemplating the jewel that had fallen into his lap. Quite convenient, actually. He had wanted her but she wasn't on the market, and now he had her. His lip quirked up into a smirk.

"Why don't you stand up so I can see exactly what I have here?" His smirk widened into a smile. He had felt her shapely, feminine from beneath her dress and now he wanted more. They were alone out there. No one would stop him from taking what he wanted, especially not her. "You can give it to me willingly or I can take it by force, but either way you're going to be mine tonight. You might as well enjoy it."

 

[jaceyboo]

As though the action was involuntary, Amelia found herself sitting up slightly and scooting backwards as he approached her, wanting to keep space between them. Not that she honestly thought it would help.

She was quiet as she stared up at him, her mouth opening slightly as he spoke, though no words left her mouth. She looked dumbfounded, her mind trying to process his words. Having been more concerned about her life, she hadn't considered what else he could do to her. "I.." she started to say, her voice trailing off as she tore her gaze away from him and stared down at the ground. Her cheeks were hot, her hands nervously picking at her dress as she tried to think of something to say or do.

"No.." she finally said, shaking her head slightly. It was as though she couldn't accept what was about to happen, like maybe she could somehow magically prevent him from taking her with just the simple word.

"No." she repeated again, her voice barely a whisper. Laying back down, she turned onto her side so that she was facing away from him. She didn't know what else to do. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her breathing, her body rigid as she waited for what she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid.

 

[Traveler]

He laughed.

"No? No? Who do you think you are? No girl who sits in a tavern like you were in gets to say 'no' to anyone, you stupid little thing. What do you think, that you can simply will the world to do your bidding?" He scoffed and walked over to her. Kneeling down beside her he reached down and yanked her arm up to the side, to force her onto her back. "It would be a shame to tear that pretty dress of yours. But I will."

He grinned at her as he pushed her further on her back, fending off any struggling she might try to do. She was pretty, and available, and he wanted her. Amelia's defiance, rather than slow his desire, ignited it. He wanted to force her to take what he gave her and then to eventually beg for it.

His strong fingers began to work at the buttons on her bodice. To hold her down he straddled her, strong legs on either side of her hips. His rough clothing and the hard way he yanked at her body as he undid each tiny pearl was a good indication that this wasn't going to be enjoyable to her.

He didn't need her completely undressed, truth be told. He just wanted to free those breasts of hers and then get under her skirts. Sex didn't have to be pretty for it to be satisfying. He relished the way her boy struggled beneath him as he removed layer after layer of her clothes. Whoever had dressed her had spent a good amount of money to give her nice things to wear.

Perhaps she wasn't a common strumpet after all.

 

[jaceyboo]

Who did she think she was? Did he honestly not know? "I'm someone you wouldn't stand half a chance of having without forcing yourself upon me." she muttered back in disgust, though her voice trembled with fear. She tried to act strong, but her weakness was quite clear.

"Get off of me!" she shouted out at him as he moved over top of her, her voice echoing around them. The panic had truly set in, her body squirming beneath his grasp. The surreal part of the experience was over. Yes, she had been scared, but her fate hadn't been sealed before. Now, what he was going to do would change everything, and suddenly, it all became very real.

"Please.." she begged softly. "I..I'm sorry, please just stop." she pleaded desperately, her hands weakly pushing at his as they worked at her dress. She could feel the garment loosening, his hands skillfully undressing her as though it was something he did on a regular basis.

When the begging didn't work, she continued to struggle, her nails digging sharply into his flesh as she violently twisted beneath him. The despair was clear in her eyes as her efforts proved to do nothing except tire her, rather than phase him in the slightest. She was persistent though, continuing her attempts to fight him off, despite the fact that she seemed to grow weaker with each passing second.

Her body stiffened as she felt the top of her dress come undone, the cool air of the night hitting her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Her struggles had ceased, the young girl lying motionless beneath him. Hesitantly, she lifted her gaze up to his face, searching his eyes for any hint of emotion other than his twisted lust for her. Finding none, she spat into his face, her body resuming its struggle against him.

 

[Traveler]

He liked her fire. He liked the way she struggled, like some virginal innocent, as he pulled her clothing aside and forced his leg between hers. For a moment she pleaded with him and he paused, but then he remembered that all women were liars. Liars. Whores. Not to be trusted. They were only good for one or two things and none of them involved him not getting what he wanted from her.

Eventually she stopped struggling and he thought that she had submitted, but then her fury burst out anew, her nails dug into his flesh and she flailed her limbs, trying desperately to dislodge him from her body. She spat in his face and he slapped her again, not as hard as the first time but enough to let her know that it wasn't acceptable. He decided to keep her sharp little nails from raking all the skin off his body, and grabbed her wrists in his strong hands. He wretched them over her head and then pinned them both with one hand. His fingers were calloused and the way he held her didn't allow her to pull her hands away. She might as well have been put in metal shackles. His other hand was now free to roam over her body without her interference, and he took advantage of his position over her, running his right hand down, across her neck and over her collar bone, until his fingers found the edge of her laced bodice.

He drew her shift to the side to further expose her perfect breasts. He met her eyes and smiled, though it was a smile of 'I won this round' rather than 'you're going to die'. Those kinds of smiles did not reach his eyes. This one did.

Then, as if he was beginning round two, he bent closer and began to kiss the side of her neck. As his lips and tongue explored the delicate curve between her ear and her shoulder his right hand moved across her breast. First his palm brushed the tip of her nipple, teasing the pink plateau against his rough skin, then he cupped her breast and ran his hand around the supple orb. A moment later his fingertips found her nipple and he rolled it between his digits as his mouth moved up and he licked the delicate skin beneath her jawline, drawing her flesh into his mouth and teasing her with flicks of his tongue.

His strong legs held her hips down, but now he placed one leg between her thighs and forced them apart so that the hard muscles that covered his femur could brace against her sex, a first introduction to what she would be feeling later that night.

 

[jaceyboo]

Frustration mixed in with Amelia's fear as he continued to easily overpower her, a defeated cry escaping her as he gripped her wrists and held them above her. Her body was tiring, her face stinging from where he had slapped her. That didn't stop her from fighting, though by then, she knew she wouldn't even come close to winning.

She was out of breath as he smiled down at her, her fear filled eyes staring into his as she panted beneath him. "I hope y-" she started to say, her words cut short by the gasp that left her lips as his own moved down to her neck. The action sent a chill down her body, her struggles ceasing once more. It was as though the action had rendered her unable to move, her body now still. She drew in a sharp breath as his tongue moved across her soft skin, tiny goosebumps appearing on her skin. She suddenly felt warm inside, an unfamiliar sensation creeping up on her.

"Oh.." she gasped, holding in her breath as his free hand found her breast. She was trembling as she exhaled, a tiny whimper leaving her lips. Already, she had lost control of her body, but now, it was as though her mind was slipping from her as well. She couldn't focus on her own thoughts, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the way that he touched her. Was this how she was supposed to feel? She honestly didn't understand if she was responding in a positive or negative way, her breaths coming out in uneven pants as his fingers and lips moved against her body.

It was too much, the sensations overwhelming. She didn't know what to focus on, her mind trying to make sense of all of it. His lips, his hands, the way his leg rubbed against her. "Please.." she begged to him once more, though this time she wasn't certain of what she was even asking for. Please stop, please go easy on her, please explain the strange feelings that were building inside of her? She simply didn't know.

"I..I've never.." she whispered, finding herself unable to form the words she was trying to speak as he continued to tease her body, creating sensations she hadn't even known existed.

 

[Traveler]

He gave a soft growl as she said 'please', then he reached down and pushed the skirts of her dress up over her thighs as she said that she had 'never', but he wasn't listening to her words. He was listening to her body. The cool leather of his pants pressed against her hot thighs as cloth was pushed aside. His fingers dug into her incidental clothes, pulling away the delicate fabric and ripping what wouldn't come off easily.

As he stripped the clothes off her hips his mouth moved down her chest until his lips latched onto the neglected nipple. His tongue swirled around the blossoming nipple, touching the tip and then allowing his teeth to graze her skin skillfully. He moved the last of her small clothes out of the way so that his leg was pressed against her bare skin, then he reached up and began to unfasten the front of his trousers to free the hardened manhood that strained for release.

His hard cock sprung forward once he moved enough of his pants away. The thick girth rubbed against Amelia's now exposed body, violating the innocence she might have once had. Though he hadn't penetrated her and was far from doing so, she now knew what it felt like to have a man so close to her, skin to skin and heat to heat.

He pulled her nipple in his mouth and let it go, then moved to the other. The wet, exposed nipple was now chilling in the night air, the cool whispers of wind made more acute by its wetness. The man pushed her legs apart and moved his other leg between hers, forcing her open wider and placing himself where only her future husband had a right to be. But now... the rogue was going to claim her. He was bent on taking her and making her his, and it seemed as if nothing she did or said could stop him.

 

[jaceyboo]

In that moment, she seemed more confused than anything. She was embarrassed, her cheeks reddened. This wasn't how she should have been acting. Of course, there was no doubt that she was scared, or that she wanted him to stop. But even then, her body was responding to him, and not in a bad way. Little gasps and sighs continued to leave her lips as his touch moved to new places, places that had never been explored on her before.

Her body squirmed beneath him as his mouth replaced the hand that had been on her breast, but she was no longer trying to fight him or pull away. If he were to take a moment to look up into her eyes, he would see that she was conflicted. This was supposed to be horrific, terrifying. And in her mind, it still was, yet her body seemed to encourage him. She felt helpless, and not simply because he had her held beneath him with no way to escape, but mostly because she could no longer seem to control the way she reacted to him.

Her legs easily moved apart as he wedged between them, her eyes wide as she felt his cock against her bare skin. It felt warm and thick, and rather than being scared of it, she found herself wondering what it looked like. The thought quickly dissipated though as he moved closer towards her, a strange jolt moving through her as it pressed between her legs.

With his cock threatening to enter her, her body stilled, every movement seeming to press him closer against her. She was quiet, though she felt like he would be able to hear her heart beating. It was racing in her chest from the fear, the nervousness, the anticipation.

A voice within her head was faintly calling to her, telling her to stop him. Of course, she knew she couldn't keep him from taking what he wanted, but she could at least go down with a fight. She didn't listen to the voice though, and instead witnessed her dignity slip away as she silently laid beneath him and waited for him to claim her.

 

[Traveler]

He moved his hips and caused the hot shaft to rub against her tender folds, pulling moisture from her body whether she wanted it or not. His mouth stimulated her, each pull and nibble on her breasts designed to send shocking thrills rushing straight to her womanhood, to make her knees weak and to cause words to come out as unintelligible sounds. He knew women's bodies and he enjoyed playing them. It was a conquest; a testimony to his manliness. If he could made a woman weak with desire then it meant that he had won.

It was another battle, another conquest, and he was born to conquer.

His left hand tightened around her wrist and brought them closer to her head so that her arms were bent now. He felt her body relax, then tense, then relax, then go into a vibrant 'waiting' mode, as if anticipating what was to come. He wasn't so naive as to think that she would pull him in with eager hands if he were to let her hands go. Not yet.

As he felt her body responding he looked up into her face. What he saw was interesting, to say the least. She was quiet and her eyes were wide. There was a slight part to her lips as she waited, like a doe that knew that she was in the archer's range and that the arrow would be loosed at any moment. It was a vulnerable, acceptance, that made her countenance all the more beautiful to him. It was, in many ways, almost exactly like the way some people looked when they saw him and knew that he had come to kill them, and that their deeds had caught up with them finally. An acceptance of the inevitable.

It was beautiful.

He moved over her repeatedly, feeling her hot valley beneath his shaft. Then he trailed his right hand down, past her stomach, past the bundle of skirt that he had shoved up around her hips, past her hips, to move across the soft hair that guarded her sex. His fingers parted her swollen petals, skimmed across that sensitive nub that guarded her entry, and then slid over the entry to her body, guiding the tip of his velvety head to it's portal. Once he was nestled comfortably he tested her and slid fingers along his glans to run along her glistening skin. She felt exquisitely warm and soft, clean and accommodating. If she was a whore she hadn't been at it long; she was too pristine to be a common street tramp.

Warm lips moved from her breasts up to her mouth, covering her own with soft, penetrating kisses. His tongue moved across her bottom lip to send thrills into her mouth and he kissed her like a lover would, covering her mouth with his as if-- His hips pressed fast and firm against hers, the thrust decisive and complete. The thick, rigid manhood penetrated her body and slid the full length into her tight, moist sheath, embedding his body into hers and changing forever the path of her destiny.

 

[jaceyboo]

An unfamiliar, pleasured sound left Amelia's lips as he moved against her sex, her cheeks turning bright red in response. It was only then that she realized how far she had let herself slip, knowing that she couldn't go back. He was going to force himself on her, and she was enjoying it. She was sickened with herself, an internal battle taking place within her as her mind desperately tried to fight her body.

It wasn't at all what she had expected, and not specifically just with him. She had dreaded this day long before, the day that a man would finally touch her. Her entire life, she had been told that her sole purpose was to marry a man and spend her life pleasing him. She was to save herself for the man she would marry, give herself to him entirely. Yet there she was with a man who was going to take away her purpose in life. When he was done with her, she would be useless, but even then she wanted his touch to continue.

Her breathing was shaky as his hand made its trek down her body, though it seemed to be more in anticipation than fear. He had already won, and somehow, that made him less of a threat.

Each new touch, every pleasured sensation seemed to let her mind slip further and further away. By the time he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, it was as though she had entirely forgotten what it was that was truly happening. It didn't matter who he was, where they were, or what he had done. It didn't matter that just minutes before, she had done everything in her power to fight him off. All that mattered was the way he touched her, the sensations he created within her.

Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her, his lips soft and inviting. It was the first time she had kissed a man. Hesitantly, she allowed her lips to move against his own, parting to allow his tongue entry. She seemed so lost in it, so entranced. The spell was broken as a surge of pain made it's way through her, whimpering against his lips as her body tensed beneath him. In just a simple second, the man had not only taken her virtue, he had taken everything.

 

[Traveler]

The rogue's breath caught. His eyes flickered in understanding, knowledge... she had not been a whore. Not yet. She had been a virgin.

Complete pleasure engulfed him as he moved himself in her, slowly stroking away the pain with deep, full thrusts that forced his abdomen to touch hers and tease the nub of pleasure that was her clitoris. He groaned into her kiss and then continued, distracting her from the pain until her body traded the sting for the numbing thrill of being filled so completely. He brought his hand down from hers, no longer feeling the need to pin her hands above her head. Instead he slid his hand behind her neck and cradled her as he kissed her and fucked her. She was his. No matter what she did once he let her go, she'd be his forever. He had taken from her the one thing that could only be taken once.

His other hand reached under her leg, bringing it up to wrap around his hip. If she had been a virgin then it was possible she had no clue what to do with a man, how to hold him or to get the most pleasure from his penetrations, but he wasn't above teaching her as he took his own pleasure from her body. As he had said to her earlier, she might as well enjoy it. He continued to thrust into her with full, deep thrusts, his body pushing into hers again and again. His lips moved from kissing her to teasing her neck, alternating licking and kissing with light bites, slightly painful but always followed by the pleasure of a nuzzle or a kiss. He knew that he couldn't ride her too long her first time, not without risking making her too sore to enjoy sex in the morning, but he wanted to draw it out. There was only one first time.

This had indeed been a conquest. When the city guards had forced his hand that afternoon he had no idea that they had changed not just her destiny, but his, and only time would tell who had actually conquered whom in the quiet moans of the night.

 

[jaceyboo]

For a moment, the pain brought her back to the reality of what was happening, and in that moment, she was again scared. There was a flash of fear in her eyes as she stared up at him, as though she expected him to hurt her.

His actions weren't what she had expected. Taking in a deep breath, she willed herself to relax, his kiss seeming to ease her worries as the tenseness seemed to slip away from her body. Again, he seemed to bring her to a different world. A world where she wasn't his captive. Her arms slowly moved down as he released them, one lightly gripping his shoulder as the other rested on his chest.

Gradually, the pain faded. From there, it turned to simple discomfort, her tight walls having to get used to the way his member stretched her. Soft whimpers left the girl's lips each time he thrusted back into her, but as his movements continued, the sounds closer resembled moans. She allowed him to move her body the way he wanted, a look of desire forming on her face as tiny waves of pleasure began to flow through her body. Just as she had when he'd began touching her the first time, she felt overwhelmed. Both pain and pleasure mixed together inside of her, a burning desire building within her.

The tiny hand that rested on his chest gripped his jacket, her head tilted back slightly as his teeth grazed her neck. Her moans were more defined, the sounds growing louder as he continued to thrust himself inside of her. In a way, it almost frightened her. The pleasure that burned inside of her was growing stronger, an overwhelming sensation spreading through her womanhood. Her eyes stared up at him, as though she needed him to explain what it was she was feeling, her lips parted as heavy breaths and pained moans continued to escape her.

 

[Traveler]

He looked up and caught the expression of pure desire on her face. Her lips were parted and she moaned between her whimpers, giving herself to the sensations that he was creating inside of her. "Yes, that's it," he said, encouraging her to let herself go. He searched his mind for her name. It had been a pretty one. What was it?

Oh yes. Amelia.

"Give yourself to me, Amelia. Let yourself go," he smiled at her, his eyes half-lidded as he felt her twitch beneath him. One hand still held her leg on his hip, pulling her into a position that allowed him to move deeper and to brush against her clit with every stroke. He braced his left h hand on the ground beneath her neck, pushing against the world to make his thrusts more powerful as he tried to penetrate her as deeply as possible. "Ahh," it was a stuttered breath, a sigh, a passionate prayer, "yes... give into it, Amelia. Let it take you," he groaned and then kissed her again, and again, as his body moved to fill her.

He could feel his own pleasure building now, climbing to that peak that he could only leap off in wild abandon. He felt his testes tightening in anticipation of that sweet release, that thundering waterfall of complete submersion. Soon it filled his head and he groaned, burying his face into her neck as wave after wave of tingling, brain-numbing, pleasure exploded from his body and spill into hers. His cock moved violently, twitching against the walls of her slick womanhood. He could feel the tightness course through his balls as they hit her ass, smacking the moist skin and emptying his seed into her body.

His hand tightened on her thigh, digging into her flesh as he pulled her tightly against his hips. His other hand turned and the fingers curled to wrap themselves around her hair and grip her tightly, as if afraid that she'd suddenly vanish before he was done. His entire body tensed painfully as he expelled every last drop of creamy semen into her, the hot, slick fluid splashing against her cervix and then trickling along her sheath, out along his cock, to spill over her flesh and onto the grass beneath them.

He panted softly like a man who had just run a race. His hands on her body softened their grip and simply held her until the sensation had run its course and the spasms had calmed down.

 

[jaceyboo]

It felt as though her entire body was under his control, the sensations growing stronger with each passing second. He told her to give in to them, and for whatever reason, she trusted him. She didn't try to fight it, simply allowing the pleasure he offered to course through her.

Her body writhed beneath him, one hand continuing to grip his jacket as the other moved around his neck, holding him as tightly as she possibly could. For a brief moment, her body went still, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she reached her peak. Only a second passed before she was shaking with pleasure, her back arching beneath him as her orgasm consumed her.

The sensations only seemed to become intensified as his release came to him, crying out for him in pleasure as his hot seed filled her. She clung to him as though her life depended on it, her body fitting perfectly against his as he thrusted himself into her for a final time.

As the two of them finished in unison, the sounds of their breathing filled the otherwise quiet air. Her grip on him eased, though she didn't fully let go. Gradually, she felt her body begin to relax, closing her eyes as she laid her head back onto the ground. No words were exchanged, but in that moment, there wasn't anything that needed to be said. Simply laying there with him was enough.

She wasn't sure how long had passed, perhaps a few minutes before she finally opened her eyes. Tilting her head slightly, she simply stared at him, her eyes scanning his face as though she was trying to find the answer to a question. In a way, she was. She needed to know how she had let this happen, but she was almost certain that neither one of them would ever have the answer to that. Strangely, she didn't yet feel regret. She knew it would soon come, but until it did, she appeared to be perfectly content lying in his arms.