The Tower Fic

Lenneth let out a happy sigh, feeling content. It was an alien feeling to her, the young Goddess used to being stoic, indifferent to the things occurring around her, devoting herself solely to her duty. It was duty that had led her to her current predicament, duty that had brought her to the home of a mortal, a man. The same man who lay next to her now, snoring slightly, his slender frame tied down to the bed.

The Valkyrie propped her face up on one hand, just staring at him, taking in the features of his slumbering face. He was handsome, that much she could admit to, finding him pleasing to look at. He was fair skinned, almost as pale as her, skin free of freckles and marks. His hair was brown, a rich mahogany of fine silken strands, the tops of which were longer than the hair on his neck. His bangs grew long, falling down messily over his face, and she fought back the urge to reach up and brush back his hair.

His glasses kept the bangs from touching his eyes, gold tinted spectacles that glinted, catching the torch light of the room. His eyes were closed, but she knew what they looked like underneath his lowered lids. Purple orbs, the likes of which she had never seen before, amethyst jewels ringed in the black coal of his lashes. Beautiful eyes, deep and mysterious, that flared to life to show the passion burning within the man.

Lenneth let her gaze travel lower, sweeping past his neck, gazing on his chest. He was thin, a stark contrast to the muscular warriors she traveled around with. His chest had only the barest hint of muscles to it, skin as flawless as his face, no battle scars to be found. She reached out with her hand to touch him, smoothing her palm across his skin, finding he was harder than he looked. Her fingers danced across his chest, turning their attention to his nipples, touching and teasing them, encouraging them to grow hard, stiff straining points that she delighted in pinching.

His voice came out, low, murmuring in his sleep, hands rattling his chains as he sought to chase off her hands. For now she left him alone, drawing her hands away from his nipples, continuing to look over his body. Thin waist tapered down to his hips, curly brown hairs starting near his navel and traveling down lower. The hair did little to hide what lay between his legs, more a frame for his manhood than anything else. Lenneth stared, even limp he was large, an impressive sight, and one that she had found intimidating at first. That had quickly changed when he had used it on her, the Valkyrie surprised to have learned she had enjoyed being introduced to sex. Although the manner in which he had wooed her left a lot to be desired, she thought with a frown.

No, no hearts and flowers for the Valkyrie, although there had been heartfelt proclamations of love on his side. There had also been chains, and protests, though tears had not fallen from her eyes, the battle maiden not one for crying. He had ignored her threats, and though he had thoroughly pleasured her, it had been against her will. That she felt, could not go unpunished. And so she had turned the tables on the wizard, tying him up far better than he had her. And yet when it came time to exact divine retribution on the necromancer, something held her back, kept her from conjuring her sword and ending his miserable life.

Lenneth didn't understand it, did not know where the hesitation had come from. But she had stayed her sword, as a most deliciously naughty impulse came over her. She had to shut her eyes, fight back the memories of being taken by him, of the pleasure he had wrought on her body. The thoughts came unbidden, of his skillful tongue on her, working her to orgasm, his hands all over her body, stroking and merciless in his handling of her. It brought a blush to her cheeks, and with it a longing, startling in it's intensity.

She had quickly realized she had wanted more, wanted it from HIM. It didn't matter that he was a Defiler of Souls, and she was the Goddess charged with destroying him. No, in this moment he was merely a man, handsome and virile, a contrast to her soft feminine beauty. And so she had made a sport of it, a sexual conquest of him, spanking and whipping him, forcing him to pleasure her over and over again. Until she fell back, sated and tired, desperately needing sleep. Now she was awake, and ready for more....

Lenneth sat up, feeling the cool sheet slide down her body, bunching about her waist. Like him, she was naked underneath the covers, her flesh goose pimpling from the breeze that blew through the room. Excitement flooded her veins, and she leaned over him, not knowing where to touch first. The Valkyrie settled for an innocent move, going in towards his neck, inhaling deeply of his scent. He smelled like the magic he used, a rich, earthy scent, bringing to mind fresh soil wet with dew. She was relieved he did not smell of the grave, far too many Necromancers took on the stench of death, the corpses they made ingratiating their smell on them. But Lezard was different, robust and healthy, with just a hint of his after shave mingling with his personal scent.

She smiled, finding she could sniff out the barest hint of her essence on him, and Lenneth wondered if she wore his scent as well. It was oddly erotic to smell herself on him, marking him as her own. Lenneth reached up to his neck, stroking the skin there, finding it dotted with bruises, a reminder of her earlier attempt to choke him. She almost, almost regretted that. But not enough to keep from leaning in, teeth nipping at his throat, wanting to mark his skin up in a far more gentle way. She let her tongue come out, licking across his pulse point, feeling the rhythm slow and steady. Her lips wrapped around it, and she began to suck down, and Lezard let out a moan.

She loved his voice, low in timber, sounding rich and sophisticated, with a throaty laugh that sent shivers down her spine. She found his moans delicious, highly erotic sounds that made things clench low down inside her body. She found it odd to be so affected by a voice, odd but exciting, and she worked harder at his neck, wanting him to cry out some more.

Lenneth could feel Lezard stirring, slowly becoming aware of her, and his chains clanked as he tried to reach out and touch her. She hid a pout against his neck, realizing she very much wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted to feel his fingers in her hair, stroking down her back. But she would be a fool to untie him. So the Valkyrie went without, settling for touching him instead.

"Lenneth?" His voice, groggy but with a hint of alertness to it, another yank on his chains. He let out another moan, and she could feel his pulse speeding up, the man quick to respond to her. With one last lick against his skin, tasting the salty sweetness of him, she brought up her head to look him in the eyes. They glittered, the purple darkened with an odd mix of angry desire. "Hmm...morning..." She said, even though she had no idea what time of day it was. She was leaning forward now, to give him a quick peck on the lips, feeling them pucker as the wizard tried to deepen the kiss. She pulled away before he could, seeing him frown.

"Don't you think it's about time you let me loose?" Lezard asked, rattling his chains to illustrate his point. She was slow to answer, just staring at him thoughtfully. "Lenneth?" A hint of hope in his voice.

"No..." She shook her head. "No I don't think so." Now it was her turn to frown. "I don't doubt if you had your way I'd still be restrained by the manacles of Vali."

Lezard's eyes turned shifty, a calculating look to them as he tried to convince her otherwise. "Perhaps not...perhaps there would have been no need for chains between us....especially since you seem to return my affections now."

"It's not affection I feel for you." Lenneth told him. "Do not misread the situation. It is merely...a moment's passion, nothing more."

"And yet you are still here." pointed out Lezard. "Surely you could quench your lust elsewhere....is it not me you desire?" She could feel her frown deepening, and she told him no, giving a stiff shake of her head. "You are just...convenient..." She lowered her head, lips grazing his neck once more. Lezard continued to talk to her, telling her, "Ah...I think you do not want to admit it is me you want...That it was I who awakened these desires in you..." She had kissed her way down to his chest, and she lifted her head now to look at him angrily. "If you do not silence your tongue, I will gag you."

The threat didn't have the effect she wanted, the wizard's lips curving into the damnable smirk of his. "If you gag me, you will lose access to my tongue...." His voice turned husky. "And I know how much you love my use of it!"

Her cheeks reddened, unable to deny his claims. She had told him that, had claimed it was the reason why she had not cut it off. "I can think of a way to gag you, and not lose use of your tongue." Lenneth was surprised by his laughter. "I'll bet you can, you naughty little minx! Already thinking of straddling my face again so soon?"

"Oh do be quiet!" She said crossly, her temper flaring. "Or else I shall spank you again!" He didn't speak, though stray chuckles escaped from his throat, further infuriating her. She abruptly pulled away from him, casting her glance about the room. She smiled as she spotted candles, and moved off of the bed towards them. "Where are you going, love?" He asked, and she could feel his eyes on her. Lenneth put a little sway into her hips, sashaying towards her prize.

The candles were thick, white tallow that was scentless. She reached for one, grasping it by it's silver holder. Moving across the room towards a torch, she lifted one out of it's sconce, setting aflame the candle. Returning the torch to the wall, she moved towards the bed, smiling as she walked towards Lezard. "What are you plotting now?" Lezard asked warily.

"You'll see..." She said mysteriously. "You'll feel as well." Lenneth climbed back on the bed, eyes intent on the candle's flame. Lezard drew his gaze away from her body, to watch the white object in her hands. Occasionally his chains would clink, as he tested their strength. Lenneth kept quiet, confident he would not break free. Minutes passed, the Valkyrie patiently waited for the candle wax to heat up. When at last it begin to drip down it's length, she twisted, turning her attention to the wizard. He tensed, guessing her intent, and she dipped the candle over his chest, letting the white wax drip towards his skin.

The droplet seemed to hang forever, both pairs of eyes intent on it's progress, but at last it fell, splattering against his pectoral muscle, and Lezard bit back a hiss of air. "I didn't expect my lady Valkyrie to be so kinky..." He murmured, watching as she dribbled more wax across his stomach. "Ah...where did you learn of this...?"

"I've spent some time in Freya's dungeons. She is...most inventive when it comes to torturing info out of her prisoners." explained Lenneth, and she let him think about that, think about all the terrible things she COULD be doing to him. He stifled back a shudder, but it was a shiver of delight that wracked his body. "I'm sure the Goddess of Sexuality is a fine tutor..." He gasped as she let hot wax pool on one of his nipples, giving a jerk of his chains.

Lenneth spared a glance down at his manhood, seeing it was beginning to stiffen, the wizard clearly enjoying the hot wax treatment. "I'm not the only one with perverted desires it would seem." Now it was her turn to smirk, and she teasingly held the candle over his cock. A low moan came from him, Lezard shaking his head no over and over again. She took pity on him, settling for letting the wax fall on his thigh.

She dribbled wax all over his body, smearing his pale complexion with the white wax, letting it dry and crust on his body. She even took time to paint a smile on his abdomen, two dots for eyes and a long line for the mouth, and it made her giggle. At last she grew tired of the wax, and set down the candle, lips pursing to blow out it's flame. Lezard let out a sigh, one that almost sounded disappointed. She was quick to return the smile to his face, turning her attention to the nipple she had not covered in wax.

She placed a kiss against it, feeling it hard already with his arousal. Her lips pulled back, her teeth emerging to bite down on that hard nub, hearing him cry out, tossing his head back against the pillows as he let his pleasure be known. Lenneth kissed it again, tongue coming out to soothe away the pain of her teeth. Her hand reached for his other nipple, scraping away the dried wax, pinching him. Lezard moaned, the man sensitive to her attentions.

She teased him, Lenneth wanting to make him feel as good as he made her feel, trying to shower his nipples with as much attention as he had shown hers. She licked and she sucked, the Valkyrie imitating his earlier actions. Her hands smoothed down his waist, stroking his belly, even as she laved her tongue against him. She eventually turned her attention elsewhere, kissing down his stomach, dipping her tongue into his belly button, feeling him let out a surprised sound, his body sinking down into the mattress. Her tongue swirled around that cavity, even as her fingers teased down to his pubic hair, combing through the rough curls. When at last her hand found his dick, Lezard let out a jubilant cry, cock twitching in her hand.

Excitement vibrated through Lezard, and she knew what he wanted. Knew above everything else he desired for her to take him in her mouth, work him over, and give him that release he was so desperate for. The release she had been so cruel to deny him. Watching his face, she tightened her hand on his length, just hard enough to be short of pain, and he quivered, remembering her strength in spanking him. Slowly, her hand began to move, stroking down his shaft, watching as his eyes fluttered close, a blissful smile on his lips.

Lenneth could feel him throbbing, feel the veins on his skin, felt the way he hardened and thickened in her hand. It was exhilarating this power she had over him, this control she had over his body. Up and down her hand went, stroking him, making him cry out, the wizard whispering, pleading with her to pick up the tempo. She went slow enough to be cruel, the friction just short of what he needed, teasing but not enough to make him cum.

Her hand came to the crown, and she touched it, poking at the tip, smearing the pre cum around the head. Lezard let out a whimper, trying to arch into her grip, desperate to start thrusting into something, anything. Stroking down one last time, Lenneth let go, and Lezard actually glared at her. She smiled impishly at him, climbing up onto his body. His eyes widened as she straddled his hips, positioning herself over his straining dick.

Her hand was hesitant on his erection, the Valkyrie glancing downwards, trying to judge if she was positioned right. Slowly she placed the tip of his shaft at her entrance, legs spreading to take him in. "Oh!" She cried out, as she sank down slowly on his length, taking him in deeper, inch by inch. She pushed down until he filled her completely, Lenneth resting on her knees, just adjusting to his size. It was a snug fit, though there was no pain this time.

Lezard had cried out when she had, a silly grin on his face as he eagerly watched himself disappear into her body. Lenneth leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on his chest, a caressing touch before she pushed on him. She used his body as leverage, slowly rising up again, their voices mingling together as they cried out. "Faster beloved, faster!" begged Lezard, and she began to move her hips, obliging him. Up and down she went, breasts bobbing as she bounced, Lezard clearly enjoying their movement.

Lenneth felt like she was on fire, her nerve endings tingling, coming alive with the feel of him. He was big, oh so big, stretching her deliciously, the friction of his passage driving her wild. Her hair fell around her like a cape, her body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, short pants coming from her as she rode him. She was losing herself to the feeling, enjoying him, enjoying the feel of his hard length stabbing into her, rubbing her insides. He was crying out, calling her name, calling out encouragement, and her eyes fell close, just listening to the sound of his voice.

His chains rattled as he moaned, and suddenly his hands were on her waist, gripping her, a guiding touch that was slamming her down with more force than she had been using. A gasp was on her lips, Lenneth's eyes flying open, and his name came falling from her lips. "Lezard?!" His grin was purely wicked, savage desire in his eyes. "How did you get free?!" She demanded in between moans.

He merely shook his head, refusing to answer much like she had. She could see the chains still on his wrists, feel the cold metal touching her skin, causing her to shiver. His hands were moving, touching her, sliding up her sides, a brief tickle that made her giggle. His hands found their way to her breasts, capturing them, rubbing her nipples and she screamed out in wild abandonment. She grinded against him, a purr erupting from her. "I love it when you touch me..."

"I know..." His tone was smug, he was sitting up, leaning to nip at her collarbone. She was in his lap, bouncing up and down, his arms around her, holding her to him. Her hands found their way to his back, nails scratching at his skin. "Yes...take it...take it all..." Lezard was crying out as he thrusted into her. She could feel it building up inside her, a momentous feeling of pleasure that had her falling forward, biting down on his shoulder, desperate to keep from calling out his name. "Come for me, my sweet..." Lezard said, practically ordering her. "Show me how much you like having me inside of you..."

It was too much, his movement, his voice, she felt it erupting from her, white hot pleasure that sent tingles all through her body. Spasming, she screamed, her voice muffled against his shoulder. She could feel her nails tearing at his back, making him cry out. Lezard continued to thrust into Lenneth, desperately seeking his own release. He didn't have to wait long, it came screaming out of him, she could feel him filling her with his fluid, hot and sticky, coating her insides.

With a sigh, she was slumping forward in his arms, body bone tired and listless. She stayed in his lap, kept him inside of her, even as he wilted, just enjoying the closeness of being connected with someone. He was panting in her ear, Lenneth listening as he tried to catch his breath, felt his hand reach toward the back of her head. Stroking down her hair, petting her, a low rumble of approval coming from his chest.

They stayed like this for some time, just holding each other, quiet except for the sounds of their breathing. At last Lezard began to shift under her, the movement causing delicious tingles in her body, arousing her once again. He was trying to reach past her, trying to reach his feet. Suddenly she remembered the danger, the Valkyrie stifling a gasp as she hurried to climb off of him. Her traitorous body protested this, already missing the feel of him, but she did not care. As she fled the bed, Lezard's movements became hurried, the man pulling at the chains, desperate to free himself. In a matter of moments he was free, and he leapt off the bed, intent on pursuing her.

Lenneth was keenly aware of his movements, heard his bare feet padding on the floor, as he ran after her. She let out a startled cry as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. Lezard pressed the front of his body against her back, she could feel every inch of him, was intimately aware of every part of his body. "Where do you think you're going?" He whispered, breath tickling against her ear.

"Far, far away from you!" She announced, squirming in his grip. She was annoyed to hear him laugh. "And you were just so eager for my company a few minutes ago!" He was spinning her around to face him, once again sliding his arms around her waist, hands resting on her ass. His fingers dug into the curve of her cheeks, giving her a little squeeze as he leaned in, hoping for a kiss.

His glasses nearly fell off when she slapped him, the wizard looking shocked at the move. "There was no call for that!" He snapped angrily. Lenneth glared defiantly into his eyes. "I think we need to have a talk." He said.

"I have nothing to say to you!" Lenneth retorted.

"Fine, then just listen!" He said, and his arms tightened around her, lifting her up off the ground. She let out a startled cry, hands slapping at his shoulders as her feet dangled off the floor. He ignored her attempts to get free, and precariously carried her over to the bed. He all but threw her down on the mattress, body bouncing against the sheets. Before she could scramble up, he was on her, pinning her down between his arms.

She glared up at him, angry and defiant, and was surprised when he started laughing. He sank down on top of her, burying his face against her neck, just giving in to the laughter that had hold of him. "What's so funny?" demanded Lenneth.

"You....us..." He chuckled. "This situation." He pulled back to look at her, seeing her frowning at him. "Come now my precious....surely you can see the humor in this...the absurdity..." She didn't want to, but Lenneth found the corners of her mouth turning up into a grudging smile. "Well...yes...it is rather funny...I suppose..."

"So glad you agree..." He lifted up his head, leaning in to give her a quick kiss against her lips.

"So now what?" Lenneth asked, looking at him.

"Hmm...I don't know...I wasn't prepared for this sort of situation..." admitted Lezard.

"Oh?" She arched an eyebrow at him.

"I thought you'd be human by now..." explained Lezard. "That would make things less complicated."

"Less complicated for whom?" demanded Lenneth, feeling her anger return. Lezard coughed, a nervous gesture as he sought to distract her. To further that goal he began touching her, hands sliding up onto her shoulders, kneading the skin there. She shifted, trying to throw his hands off her, but he held on, massaging her skin. "That feels good..." she admitted.

"I can make you feel even better..." purred Lezard, sliding his hands down lower on her chest. Lenneth caught at his wrists, using her strength to stop their progress. He struggled in her grip, attempting to reach out with his fingertips to brush against the tops of her breasts. "I've..." She held back a gasp. "I've no doubt of that..."

"Let me please you Lenneth..." He begged, trying to get his hands free.

"I thought you wanted to talk...?" She asked, still holding onto him.

"Why talk when I can show you how much you mean to me?" Lenneth hesitated, thinking over her options. She thought long and hard, trying to ignore the feel of his fingertips caressing her breasts, tried to weigh the pros and cons of giving in. In the end, she released her grip on him, reaching up to cup his face in her hand. "You better not let me regret this..." She said at last, caressing his cheek. She felt Lezard lean into her touch, and with a sigh, he promised her that she wouldn't.