The Tower Fic

Lenneth's hand was on his cheek, gentle, caressing, and most important of all, freely given. Lezard stared down at the Goddess underneath him, seeing her blue eyes gazing up at him, nervous trust deep inside them. It was a look he had never expected to see in her eyes, and the wizard almost felt unworthy of it. His smile deepened, and he leaned into her hand, thrilling at the feel of it.

"You better not let me regret this." Lenneth said, hesitation in her voice.

"My dear Goddess..." Lezard let out a dreamy sigh, slowly descending towards her. "I promise to do my best to ease all doubts from your mind." He was claiming her mouth then, lips touching hers, puckering around them. She was kissing him back, slowly, but as he pressed forward her hesitation melted away, and she opened up to him. Her tongue came forward to meet his, tip touching tip, stroking then mingling together. Lenneth was making muffled sounds, murmurs of pleasure as they kissed.

It was with some regret that he broke the kiss, feeling a little breathless. Lenneth's hands touched his mouth, tracing the curve of his smile, and he kissed her fingertips, eyes dancing with delight. She was smiling, tenderly touching him, sliding her other hand up to the back of his head. There she grabbed hold of a handful of his hair, before giving a rough push on his head. They were nose to nose, and she whispered against his mouth, "Kiss me again Lezard..."

He hastened to oblige, a hot penetrating kiss, fiercely claiming possession of her mouth. Lezard kissed her as though he was desperate to prove his claims of love to her, make her feel what he felt for her. She was sighing into his mouth, fingers turning massaging on his scalp. It was only by her grace that she allowed him to break the kiss, gaining Lezard some much needed air. It was then that he truly cursed himself for being mortal, for needing oxygen to keep on breathing.

He kissed her a third time, hands searching for hers, lacing his fingers with hers, in a gentle, clinging grip. This time he pulled back just enough to kiss down to her jaw line, tender kisses along her skin, hearing her let out giggles as he reached up to her ear. Lenneth's mirth died down as he flicked his tongue inside her ear, just a quick taste, but it took her by surprise. His teeth nibbled at her delicate lobe, softly pulling on the end, and she was sighing then.

"I love the sounds you make..." Lezard whispered into her ear, before kissing the curve of it.

"Do you?" Lenneth asked, and she sounded pleased to hear it.

"I do..." Another kiss on her ear, and then he was moving down, going to her neck. "Knowing I am the cause of it..." A kiss here, a kiss there, tongue sliding out to lick across her skin. "...it pleases me greatly to know I am bringing you pleasure..."

"Oh..." Lenneth seemed at a loss for words, and he looked up, seeing the blush on her cheeks. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought her hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm. She merely watched, quiet as he kissed down to her wrist, his lips finding her pulse point. It was beating faster, nervous apprehension. He licked her skin there, tasting the salty sweetness of her flesh, seeing her shiver. His lips continued moving along her arm, worshipful kisses meant to let her know that even a simple body part such as this meant the world to him as long as it was a part of her.

"Lezard..." Ah how he loved hearing her say his name! The two syllables never sounded sweeter than when it fell from her lips.

"Yes my sweet?" One last kiss against the bend of her arm, before he turned his full attention towards her face. He could see she was struggling with something, and he patiently waited for her to get it out.

"Why....why me?" Lenneth asked at last. "Why not some other Goddess? Or even a mortal?"

"Because none are as perfect as you, my dear Goddess." A quick kiss against her mouth, seeing her frown, not satisfied with his answer. "Truthfully?" Lenneth nodded. "You stole my heart many moons ago when I first laid eyes on you." confessed Lezard. "Oh you didn't see me, I was careful to hide myself. But I saw you! And you were a vision of supreme loveliness!" He stared into her eyes, not needing to imagine what he saw that night. "A beautiful, shining thing on a battlefield strewn with corpses...An angel of mercy with spread wings of pure snow white. And that hair!" He touched it now, letting it slide through his fingers like a silken waterfall. "Platinum tresses that were silver with the hint of sapphires to it when the moonlight touched it."

"Love at first sight?" She seemed doubtful of that.

"It's true..." insisted Lezard with a tiny smile. "I researched you then...I used the philosopher's stone to learn all I could about you. And the more I knew, the more entranced I became, until thoughts of you consumed my every waking moment. Not that I didn't see you in my dreams as well." His smile widened as he recalled just what sort of dreams he had had of her. "I find the reality to be a million times better than even the sweetest of dreams." He was burying his face into her neck, inhaling so that the scent of her filled him, even as he kissed her skin.

"But..." She was letting out a little moan he nibbled on her skin, worrying at one of the love bites he had placed earlier on her throat. Lezard wanted to stifle the doubts from her voice, cloud over her mind with passion. "But..." She was trying again, desperate to make some sort of point. He quickly reached down to touch her breasts, and she gasped, her words being lost to the feel of his hands on her chest. His fingers played with her nipples, the barest of contact had them budding underneath his fingertips. Hard and fast was their reaction, swelling to straining points that begged for his attention. Lezard did not disappoint, lowering his head to her breast.

Lenneth was gasping out again as he took her left breast into his mouth. She could feel his tongue toying with her taut nipple, circling it in a torturous pattern before he blew one long, hot breath across it. Lenneth shivered, and it was all she could do to keep from crying out when Lezard flicked his tongue across her swollen nipple. Her hands reached for his head, pulling him closer, holding him to her as he suckled against her. She felt half delirious from pleasure as she buried her fingers into his chocolate brown locks, holding onto him desperately.

Lezard was relentless in his attentions to her, smiling as he heard her crying out, felt her sense of urgency in the way she clung to him. He released her nipple, letting it pop free with a hint of saliva around it, turning his attention to the right one. Lenneth mewled like a kitten, writhing under him, and he could feel himself start to harden against her. Her hands were starting to move, petting his hair, one hand going down to his back. Lezard let his eyes close at the sensation of her caress, feeling her hand smooth down his spine.

Lezard kissed between her breasts, fingers skirting along her waist, moving in time with her hands. The lower she touched, the lower he went, kissing a wet trail down the very center of her body. His tongue reached her navel, licking all around before darting into her belly button. He felt Lenneth's hands reach his ass, cupping his cheeks, giving him a little squeeze. He was surprised at the moan that came out of him, Lezard enjoying the pinching motion Lenneth was doing.

"I love the feel of you in my hands..." confessed Lenneth, reaching between his legs to cup his balls. Her boldness took him by surprise, the man delighting in her touch.

"I love it too..." His voice was a throaty purr, and he rubbed his erection against her, letting her feel just how much he meant it. She was silent in response, quietly playing with his balls, fondling them. Lezard moaned, and moved his hips, more rubbing against her. "You make me forget myself....forget what I was going to do..."

"Fair enough..." responded Lenneth. "You seem to have the same effect on me!"

"Glad to hear it..." Lezard's hands were touching her again, feeling out the smoothness of her belly, dipping down low to spread her legs. Her hands fell away from him, allowing him to slide off the bed, to ease down between her body. Lezard looked into her eyes, seeing breathless anticipation on Lenneth's face. He couldn't resist smirking at her, a confidant look in his eyes as he bent down between her spread thighs.

He didn't go right for her center, instead he placed a kiss on her inner thigh, tongue dancing circles on the skin. Lenneth wiggled, seeming impatient, and he ignored the low whine she uttered. Instead he continued to kiss her thighs, head bowed so that his hair tickled across her flesh. Slowly he made his way upwards, and he licked right where her leg connected to her body, making her gasp in surprise.

It was only then that he moved to her center, kissing her slowly between her legs. Lenneth threw back her head, crying out, "Ye-es!" Her hands were immediately in his hair, fingers winding among the strands, trying to press him deeper against her. She was screaming, calling out in pleasure as his pulsating tongue stroked her intimately. Over and over, in and out, Lezard's tongue delved. He licked and tormented, making her breathless, body weak. Lenneth couldn't help but writhe sensuously in response to him.

Lezard stifled a growl, his breathing growing ragged as he continued to pleasure her. He wanted to give the Valkyrie a reason to never want to leave him, to never want to leave this room, or flinch away from his touch. His body shook, almost in time to the quivering she was doing, reaching up with his hand to sift through the curls. His tongue had already separated the tender folds of her body, and his fingers opened her some more, searching. Lenneth's body shuddered as his thumb found it, dipping inside her as his tongue continued to please her.

"Lezard!" Lenneth cried out his name passionately, arching into his touch. She could feel her body moving, involuntarily shaking from the pleasure. Tingles were building up, deep inside her, letting her know she was close. Lenneth moaned, loving the way his tongue udalated inside of her, plunging in and out, even as his thumb pressed and circled against her clit. Just when Lenneth thought she could stand no more, her body burst into a thousand convulsions of pleasure.

She was calling out to him, even as she lay limp against the mattress, hands falling away from him. She could feel his tongue licking at her, eagerly lapping up her juices, and she squirmed, still riding the high of her climax. Lezard was slow to pull away, and when he did, he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. Lenneth could feel him pressing against her, feel his hard arousal throbbing, and she reached down to touch it.

Lezard all but melted when he felt Lenneth's hands on his member, a confident touch that stroked down to the base then back up again. "No don't..." He shooed her hands away, wanting to retain his hardness. "If you do that I'll cum...and I don't want that....not yet at any rate!" He saw her eyes were wide with understanding, her legs staying spread before him.

With a quick adjustment, he lined himself up at her entrance, feeling her wet warmth eagerly claiming the tip of him. Lezard groaned, pushing in a little more, feeling her surround his head, and he was leaning forward to kiss her. It was a fierce kiss, and with one, strong, masterful stroke, he drove himself deep inside of Lenneth. He couldn't help himself, letting his head fall back as he growled out his pleasure. She was so warm, so wet, her body a sleek heat that welcomed him. The feel of it was almost too much, and he sighed into her mouth, knowing she felt better than he had ever dared dream was possible.

Lezard looked down at her face, seeing Lenneth's eyes were closed. He moved his hips, slightly drawing himself out of her, seeing her lips fall open to cry out her pleasure. "Look at me Lenneth." He said, once again thrusting himself deep inside her. "I want to see your eyes." He watched as she slowly opened her lids, saw the beautiful blue of them, mini reflections of himself in the center of her eyes.

Lenneth stared up at Lezard. His purple eyes were half lidded with pleasure, and she saw as well as felt the way he savored the feel of her. The Goddess though to memorize the look on his face every time he rocked himself against her hips. She was wrapping her arms and legs around his body, trying to pull him closer to her, loving the feeling of his hard length stabbing into her. She lifted her head up to his throat, running her tongue over the front of it, delighting in the pleased hiss he let out.

Lezard pulled back his hips ever so slowly, torturing her with his fullness before driving himself back into her deeply. It was a toe curling experience, and she raked her nails down his back, tightening her legs around his waist. Lenneth gasped, she moaned, grinding against him, moving her hips to match his rhythm. She loved seeing the look of pure rapture on Lezard's face, enjoyed knowing it was her body that drove him to that expression. She could feel Lezard's body moving, a fine tremble running through him as he held himself back, seeing to her pleasure before his own.

He continued to thrust in and out of her, and reveling in the powerful feel of him, she caressed her hands down his back. Down they went, to his hips, where her fingers urged him on. Digging her nails into him, making him cry out. Lifting her hips, meeting his frenzied pace stroke for stroke. Never had she imagined anything feeling as good as Lezard sliding between her legs, when he suddenly dipped his head down to kiss her deeply.

She all but exploded around him, screaming into his mouth, and as his lips came free, she gave up his name eagerly. "Le...Lezard!"

He was answering her cry with one of his own, calling out her name. "Lenneth!" Lezard bit his lower lip, a growl emerging deep in his throat as he closed his eyes. With one hard, deep thrust, she felt him shudder all around her as he spilled his release into her. She was reaching towards his face, lowering his head so that she could rain down kisses on it. Lenneth kissed everywhere, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, even the tip of his nose. She was even planting a kiss on his lowered eyelids, laughing in delight as his arms tightened around her body, even as he slumped forward tiredly on her.

"I think...I think I'm going to need a moment to recover..." Lezard murmured into her breasts. "Not all of us have the stamina of Gods after all!"

"You have earned your rest..." She told him, stroking his hair gently.

"You won't think less of me?" He asked.

"Of course not..." A kiss on his forehead. "You are a mortal after all."

"Yes....and we do have needs..." He shifted so he could look her in the face. "Other ones besides sex..."

A frown crossed Lenneth's face. "Have I been inconsiderate?"

"Oh no!" Lezard hastened to assure her. "If anything it is I who have been neglecting my body's needs." He sighed, holding her close. Right now he wanted nothing more than to stay with her, keep her in his arms forever. He couldn't help but fear she would be gone should he leave the room.

Still stroking his hair, Lenneth was opening her mouth to say something, when a startled look appeared in her eyes. "What is it?" asked Lezard, alert to the changes in her expression.

"Someone's coming..." Lenneth said, and she was moving, trying to get out of his arms. "Someone powerful..."

"Who...?" Lezard asked with a frown, concentrating his powers. He tried to sense what she could, tried to taste the aura of an approaching power. He couldn't feel anything, but he trusted in Lenneth's divine senses.

Moments of tense silence passed, and then a golden light filled the room. Lezard was forced to shield his eyes, blink them close from the brightness. He could feel Lenneth moving, hastily pulling the sheet up towards her body. A low buzzing sound was heard, then the chime of bells as something or someone teleported into the room.

"Lenneth Valkyrie!" It was a female, haughty voice filled with disapproval. "Just what do you think you are doing?!"

"Freya!"

Lezard lowered his hand, cautiously opening his eyes. A golden haired Goddess stood in his bedroom, hands on her hips. She wore a form fitting dress of green and white, it's hemline being even shorter than that of Mystina's favorite skirt. The wizard couldn't help but trail his eyes over her long legs appreciatively before glancing up at her face. He shivered at the look she wore. A stern look was on her face, emerald eyes narrowed in anger as she gazed upon the scene on the bed.

"Is this how you choose to deal with soul defilers?!" demanded Freya, booted foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

"I...I can explain..." Lenneth's face had gone even paler except for two bright dots of red on her cheeks.

"Do indeed. I'm sure we are dying to hear why you've been shirking your duties to dally with this mortal..." A quick, curt glance at Lezard, Freya dismissing him as though he was a mere insect.

"I..." Lenneth lowered her head, shamed. "I'm sorry...I was distracted. It won't happen again."

"It definitely will not be allowed to happen again." snapped Freya. "You'll be lucky if Odin allows you to keep your memories of this transgression."

"What? Freya no!" Lenneth looked distressed, and Lezard drew a breath preparing to speak.

"She's a grown woman....Goddess...she can see whoever she wants to." said Lezard, nervously adjusting his glasses.

"You stay out of this mortal!" snarled Freya angrily. Her hand came up, and golden ether glowed around her fist. "You'll be lucky to come out of this with your hide intact....and only if you keep quiet!"

"Don't threaten him." Lenneth said quietly.

"And don't defend him!" retorted Freya with a fierce shake of her head. "Honestly Lenneth, I cannot believe you would do something like this! I expected so much more from you!"

"I'm sorry..." Lenneth bowed her head, blush deepening.

"Hmph..." The golden haired Goddess crossed her arms over her chest. "Let us be off then." She watched as Lenneth went to slide off the bed, still clutching the sheet to her. Unmindful of his nudity, the wizard reached out, snagging her by the wrist. "Lenneth! Don't go...." His purple eyes turned pleading. "Don't leave me...."

"I..." Her eyes looked pained. "I have too..."

"No!" Lezard's hand tightened on her wrist. "I won't let you..." Freya's sharp laugh caused him to turn angry eyes towards the Goddess. "And just how do you, a mortal, think to keep her with you?"

"I'll fight you if I have to..." he said quietly.

"Lezard no!" gasped Lenneth aghast.

More laughter from Freya, and she held up an ether glowing fist threateningly. "An amusing notion. Pity we both know the outcome will be your death. Still want to fight me?"

"More than ever." said Lezard, going to stand.

"Lezard!" Lenneth was turning then, grabbing him. She pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He eagerly responded to her, winding his hands in her hair, pulling her close. It was with sorrowful eyes that she pulled back, staring into his face. He was concentrating on her, and so did not see the fist come up, smashing into his cheek. Lezard's eyes rolled up, the mage losing consciousness as he slumped forward into the waiting arms of the Valkyrie.

Freya watched in disgust as Lenneth gently lowered him onto the bed, tenderly smoothing back the hair from his eyes. She placed his glasses on the night stand next to the bed, and adjusted the bed sheet around her body. "You....you have some sort of feelings for this mortal?" Freya sneered.

Lenneth shook her head. "It's nothing..." She lied. "He was merely...merely a moment's distraction, nothing more..." She came to stand next to Freya, desperate to avoid the temptation to look at Lezard one last time.

"For your sake I hope it was a pleasant one....I hope it was well worth the trouble you are in." Freya said, and took hold of the Valkyrie's arm. She waved her hand, and ether washed over them, teleporting them out of the tower....