The Tower Fic

It's short and it's naughty. Let's see....warning for sex, bondage, whipping, spanking, sorta non consensual....if you squint really hard...
From this point on it's plot what plot (er...if it wasn't already in chapter one...) and probably OOC. But a friend and I got to talking, and one thing led to another...and dominatrix Lenneth was born! ;-p


Something was touching him, a light, airy caress across his back, tickling against his skin. Lezard let out a happy sigh, enjoying the touch, eyes still shut close in sleep. A stray thought drifted through his mind, slow and lazy to make progress to his brain, whispering that this was wrong. He snuggled deeper into the mattress, rubbing his face against the pillow, trying to ignore the sense of wrongness.

"Hmm...Lenneth..." He whispered out happily, going to tighten his arms around her slender frame. But he found that he couldn't, found something prevented him. He heard the rustle of chains, heard a female laugh nearby, and his eyes flew open. He gazed in horror to see his arms stretched out over his head, each wrist lashed to a different bed post. "Wh...What?!" he struggled, and found he could not move his legs, felt the chains around his ankles.

"It's about time you woke up." It was the Valkyrie, speaking to him from across the room. He tried to turn his head, to glance over his shoulder, but he couldn't see her. The woman stayed just out of reach, and he could feel her gaze boring into his back. "What is the meaning of this?!" he demanded angrily, trying to sound in control. But it was difficult to sound commanding when he was face down on the bed, naked and tied spread eagled.

"How did you get free of the manacles of Vali?" Lezard asked, ears straining for sound, any sound to pinpoint her location.

"What does it matter?" Her voice was nearer now, the Valkyrie gliding forward on silent footsteps. He thought he caught sight of her hair, platinum locks glinting as they reflected the sun poring in through the open window of his bedroom. The flash of silver was gone before he could focus in on it, the Valkyrie speaking once more. "I'm free now..."

"Yes..." He agreed, gulping nervously. Free and ready to exact her revenge by the look of things. He was surprised she had waited for him to awaken, wondering why she did not finish him off while he slept. Lezard was lost in his thoughts, not expecting the gentle touch on his back. He jerked on his chains, and heard Lenneth say, "Easy now..." Her fingers were touching his shoulder blade, a light teasing touch meant to soothe and calm him.

Lezard frowned, not sure what to make of this. "I suppose this is where you punish me for my sins against you?"

"Hmm....something like that..." He felt the bed shift, felt her chest pressing against his back, and he realized with a start she wore no bra. Her soft, supple mounds pressing into his skin, letting him feel the hardness of her nipples. "Le...Lenneth?" He spoke her name as a question, confused. She let out a rich throaty laugh, bending her face towards his back. He let out a blissful sigh, feeling her lips brush against his skin, moistly kissing him between his shoulders.

More soft sighs from Lezard, the man confused but not questioning his good fortune. "Perhaps this is a wonderful dream..." He murmured, feeling her kiss down the ridges of his spine, lips pausing on each one to smack deeply against the skin. Down she went, kissing all the while, rubbing her breasts against his back as she moved, the duel sensations leaving him straining hard against the mattress.

Her soft hands touched his ass, gently feeling over the roundness of his buttocks, even as her breasts reached the indent. He let out a startled sound as Lenneth's tongue darted out, licking at the base of his lower back, lapping at him like an eager kitten. He began to move his hips, grinding his erection against the sheets, longing to feel her tongue on his dick. "Lenneth..." Lezard gasped out. "Please...I...I need you..."

"You need me?" More gentle kisses, placed now on each of his cheeks.

"Desperately!"

"Good..." He couldn't see the predatory smile on her face, but if he had he would have shuddered. She suddenly bit down hard on his ass, teeth rough against his skin. It shocked him, but he didn't lose his hardness, moaning out loud. Her tongue licked across the soreness he felt, and he wanted to follow her mouth, beg, no demand she keep her mouth on him. His eyes widened in shock as her hand suddenly came down, slapping his rump hard.

"Hey!" Lezard protested, feeling his cheek stinging. Again came her hand, hard and merciless, practically pummeling his tender skin. He howled, and writhed against his chains, hearing them mock him with their clanking sounds, holding fast. "What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you a much need lesson." Came her answer, her hands not stopping in their spanking. "You will soon regret the day you took a warrior maiden of Valhalla to your bed!"

"Ne--ah! Never!" He said through gritted teeth, feeling her palm smack down harder against his ass. "Nothing could ever make me regret bedding you...And I'll do it again, just as soon as I am free of these infernal chains!" Another harsh blow to his rear, the Valkyrie not holding back any of her strength in that last blow. The force pressed him down tight into the bed, his weight cruel and unforgiving on his erection.

"You'll never touch me through force again." vowed Lenneth, and her hands stopped spanking him.

"It doesn't have to be force between us..." Lezard wheedled, shifting about to ease some relief down on his manhood. "It can be so much more...sweet, giving, a partnership..."

"Not interested!" Lenneth said, and suddenly the crack of leather was heard, the sharp bite of a whip lashing across his back. Lezard bit back a startled cry, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of hearing his pain. Again the whip came down, the leather striking open the flesh on his back, stinging sensations down his spine. He writhed and rolled, trying to avoid the coming blows.

Again and again, the whip moved, and flesh was torn on his back, across his shoulders, the backs of his thigh. She let out a laugh, delighting in his torment, whipping him even harder. Lezard wasn't sure how long she kept at him, lost track of time, only becoming aware of the sound of her whip, and her voice taunting him cruelly. He was almost passed out on the pillow, lost to the pain when he felt her hand on him, gently cupping his balls. He stiffened, drawing out a sharp breath of air, and she squeezed down softly, holding back her full strength. He was horrified to find his wilting cock flaring back to life, interest keening at this dangerous predicament he found himself in.

"Lenneth....don't..." He wasn't sure what he was asking her, did he want her to keep squeezing, or to let go? He didn't know, and he stiffened as she rolled the handle of her whip down his back. "Hmm...this is a very tender part of your body...." She said, flexing her fingers around his ball sac, teasingly rolling them. "Very easy to damage...very easy to crush..."

"I was...gentle with you..." He reminded her, voice desperate. He was relieved and saddened to feel her hand leave his dick.

"Hmm....so you were..." He didn't see the movement of her hand, felt the blow coming too late, as she slammed the hilt of her whip into the back of his head. Lezard's eyes rolled up into his head, and he was lost to darkness once more.

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When next he awakened, he was on his back, still chained to the bed, still naked and desperately hard. Lenneth, his wicked angel sat next to him, running a brush through her unbound hair. Lezard watched as wavy strands of it caressed her front, bare breasts peeking through the waterfall of hair. If she noticed him watching, she gave not a clue, humming a soft tune under her breath as she worked over her hair. He watched her, eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her naked body, enjoying the perfection of her skin.

The brush moved up and down, in even sure strokes, combing out non existent tangles. Lezard's eyes jutted to her thighs, trying to peer through the thick hair to see her center. "Does my body please you?" The Valkryie asked, at last acknowledging his attention.

"Very much so..." Lezard breathed out, purple eyes worshipful. He saw her smile at that, placing the brush down on the bed. He saw other things, ointment and salve, realizing she had tended to the lashes on his back. Try as she might, she was a merciful angel after all.

"You still desire it even now?" She asked with some surprise.

"More than ever." He told her, and saw her blue eyes harden. "I see I will have to do more to convince you otherwise." She was reaching toward his erection, and Lezard practically sang in bliss as her hand closed around it. He arched into her hand, needing to feel the warmth of it, wanting to feel her slide that hot little hand of hers up and down his shaft. He throbbed and pulsated in her grip, desperate for her.

Lezard stared at Lenneth, watching as she gazed on his manhood, a curious look in her eyes. His eyes widened as she went to bow down over his hips, watched as her pouty lips parted to take him inside. "Ye...yes!!" He exclaimed, tossing back his head, feeling it sink into the pillow beneath him. Everything had been worth it, the spankings, the whipping, all was forgiven for this one glorious moment!

Her mouth all but burned him alive, fiery hot, and moist, her tongue coming out to taste the crown of him. Lenneth gave an experimental suck on the tip, and Lezard saw stars behind his eyelids, his toes curling from the force of her suck. "Yes, just like that beloved....just like that!" She was moving down his shaft, taking him inch by inch, hesitating due to his size. He didn't care that she couldn't down all of him, he was glad for what she could take, didn't even mind the feel of her teeth scraping along his underside. Everything was almost perfect, and what she didn't know he would teach her. He moved his hips, trying to thrust into her mouth, Lezard wanting to show her the rhythm he longed for. He saw her move her eyes upward, locking her gaze onto him, as she slowly but surely sucked on him, and he felt himself harden even more in her mouth, knew that desire shown in his eyes.

One, two more bobs down his length, going deeper each time, but still not taking him all in. He was murmuring, making a high pitched keening noise in the back of his throat when suddenly cold air enveloped his wet cock. He nearly wept to feel her warm mouth leave him, and he all but begged her to return to the task at hand, trying to aim his aching manhood in her direction.

"No...I don't think so..." She ignored it, going to sit back up on the bed, her smile cruel as she looked at him. "The only pleasure to be had will be mine....do you understand?" She grasped him by the chin, jerking his gaze away from his dick, to meet her azure gaze. He nodded as best he could, straining against the tight hold she had on him. "Good..." She practically purred, and climbed onto his chest.

He stared wide eyed as she parted her legs, giving him the view he had been desperate for earlier. She reminded him of a dark pink flower, petals furled delicately together. "Do you know why I allowed you to keep your tongue, Necromancer?"

Lezard inhaled deeply, the musky scent of her wafting to his nostrils. "I have a pretty good idea!" He said, licking his lips nervously.

"Such pleasure....the likes of which I have never before received...I would not go without experiencing it one more time..." Lenneth said, and she moved closer to him, resting higher up on his chest.

"You can have it and more, again and again..." He promised, staring, wondering if he did a good enough job would she return her attentions to his hard dick.

"Hmm....good..." The Valkyrie was leaning forward until her breasts were poised at his mouth. "If there is one thing you Necromancers are talented at, it's using your mouths...show me that talent now..." She didn't have to ask twice, already his mouth was opening, to take in her nipples. He licked and he nibbled, working those hardened nubs over and over again as she moaned, wiggling herself firmer against his mouth.

She lifted up her hands, running her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest. Her touch encouraged him to suck harder, drinking away at her as though he was a hungry newborn, desperate for her milk. She cried out, and his hands jerked at their chains, longing to touch her, to feel her soft body against his hands. He could feel her writhing on his chest, feel her wetness pooling out of her, onto his skin, and it excited him all the more.

Lezard sucked at her nipple with delicious force. "Yes!" She cried out, unable to say anything else. "Ye-es!" Her head fell back again, the line of her throat showing the love bites he had marked her with. With a popping sound, her nipple came free of his mouth, saliva connecting his lips to her breasts. "Do you want me to lick between your legs?"

"Yes." Lenneth didn't try to deny it, didn't try to hide her eagerness. This is what she had saved his tongue for, his wonderful, talented tongue. She was changing position, going to grip the headboard of the bed. She slowly lowered herself to his face, taking care not to smother him as she hovered over his mouth. His tongue reached out, straining to reach her, dipping into her folds. "Oh Odin!" She cried out, wiggling against his tongue, spreading to take him in deeper.

Sure steady licks from Lezard, licking all around her, finding the crevasse her delicate folds hid. He plunged his tongue inside, wiggling it deeper, hearing her moan. A name was on her lips, the first syllable of HIS name, though she bit her lip to keep from crying it out. His tongue coasted over her, and Lenneth gripped the headboard so tightly it cracked, her knuckles whitening.

He could feel her tightening, searching for the cock that was not in her, not yet at any rate. He drew back his tongue, teasingly flicking it over her clitoris, and it was then that she came, screaming loud like a banshee, her voice ringing out in his ears. Her juices trailed out onto his face, dripping down his skin, and still he licked, harder, seeking to send her over the edge a second time. He soon brought her screaming wildly, and it was only her iron grip on the headboard that kept her from sitting down on his face.

"St...stop..." Lenneth said shakily as Lezard's tongue sought to clean her of all her drippings. He ignored that command, tongue darting forward, lapping up at her skin. She was crying out again, wrenching herself away from him, to fall on her side. She writhed and moaned, hands going to her center, holding on desperately as she ground herself into the mattress.

She stilled, and laid next to him, panting heavily. His chains clinked as he tested their strength, looking to see if the slack had weakened in her destruction of the headboard. There was an almost imperceptible difference in pull, and Lezard smiled to himself, confident he would soon gain the upper hand once more.

"That was good..." murmured Lenneth, raising her head up to look at him. Her blue eyes looked blissful, her expression sated with pleasure. "Then sleep my beloved...sleep and we shall continue this once you have rested..." Lezard tried to make his voice low and hypnotic, entrance her into agreeing. She gave a sleepy nod, and to his surprise cuddled close to his body, sliding an arm around his waist. Her leg hooked over his, her knee brushing against his balls, a reminder he did not need of his aching erection. "Yes sleep..." He soothed, watching as her eyes closed. He tested his bonds again, determined to get free. Then they could continue where they left off...