Legends of Belariath

Dalahlaleeah

From The Depths of Nightmares - Chapter 1

Creamy flesh, smooth and softened to the touch, contrasted sharply against the deep blue of the bedding, a pale ghost lost amongst midnight colors. Curls spun from living flames fanned across pillows and flesh alike, heavy and tangling around slender limbs as surely as the silken sheets. A peaceful sleep this was not, a glimpse into the agitated thrashings of the tiny female upon that great bed. Clinging sheets captured delicate ankles and calves, coiled around the curves of slim hips, to make her struggles in vain, to hold her still for that which played out behind her eyes. Plush lips were parted, shallow breaths ushered into the room and broken by the murmured words that sounded more like moans. Only the roll of distant thunder drowned out those sounds, the vivid strikes of lightning outside the window flaring the room into brilliant illumination briefly before the world was plunged back into obsidian darkness - the slow moving storm fitting backdrop to the macabre images that filled the mind’s eye of the sylvan yet again.

Come…

The word was breathed against elongated ear, coaxing in it’s simplicity. A simple lure to draw the sylvan deeper into the dream. Ever deeper into the web that had been woven for her. And she was powerless to avoid it, to skirt away from what that voice wanted. Falling, spinning - sickening sensations that had her hands clawing for purchase at sheets and pillows alike, struggling as if she were truly in danger. “no… no…” Panted words, a breathy whisper that seemed to be stronger, more forceful within the dream that held the diminutive female, whimpered almost. The mind knew what was coming and shied back - it was the same thing every night, starting the same - playing out the same - with more horrors added each night till she would wake up screaming. A Sickening shift of imagery behind those sleeping eyes, swirls of color and the sensation of falling only to suddenly be standing in the midst of rolling dunes of tans and browns. Heat, heavy like a blanket on the skin, pressed down upon frail body - brought sea water blue eyes lifting to blink and wince at the terribly bright sun overhead. Bare feet burned at the scorching sands underfoot, forced movement before her mind could comprehend and plan. Quick steps though the mind sought to pull back, to stop those forward steps. No! Not this way! Every instinct in her recoiled, knew not to move forward, screamed at her to turn and run the opposite direction. And yet this played out every night, a nightmare she could not escape. A vision that no matter which way she ran always ended in the same place.

“Walk”

Insidious hiss of voice against her ear, compelling her to move. Overriding the desire to flee, pulling her step by step across burning sands towards what her mind knew was her doom. “Kain…” Dulcet voice spilled from dry lips, a plea for her mate to find her. Save her. Stop this horror from happening - met with silence. No reassuring voice calming her, no gentle hands pulling her into loving embrace, no soothing kiss of water cooled rag to burning skin. Feet continued to move, delicate frame pulled upon by an invisible tether to keep her moving, the tender soles of her feet blistering from the heat they walked over. The sun beat down upon a desolate, empty world around her - left her straining to hear some sound other than the rapid, panicked thud of her heart against her ribs.

“Good little girl. So obedient.”

Condescending tone coloring those whispered words, flooding the mind that heard them with anger. “Shut up!” Two words, defiantly yelled out into the emptiness around her, hands balling up into tiny fists as if to rail on the first thing she seen. And yet her feet continued, pressed forward to climb the dune in front of her. Slipped and slid, scraped tender flesh with unforgiving sand. The knot within her stomach tightened, felt the tug to move, to climb that dune and look over the wasteland towards that tower that would rise out of the middle of nowhere. Oh yes, she knew this scenery well. Had walked it time and time and time again. She knew what waited for her.

Hurry little girl. Faster now.

Coaxing words that pushed her body to move faster while her mind rebelled. Beads of salty perspiration formed over sun burning skin, trickled down in streams between small breasts and down slender back. Thick curls pulled and clung to damp skin, adding further heat to her overheated body. And despite the burn of muscles, despite the desperate panting for water, the tiny sylvan found herself jogging. Lungs ached with the strain to pull in scalding air, dainty feet stumbled while knees trembled, eyes never leaving the top of the dune. Almost there, almost to the crest - almost to what waited beyond. “I can‘t…” Pleaded words from parched mouth, breaths hoarse and gasping, knees hitting the sand - scraping, sliding, tearing palms and knees alike.

“CRAWL!”

The word roared through her mind loud enough to make features wince, pain reverberating in her skull, in her ears as if she had actually heard it. And she crawled, compelled by that bellow within her mind - crawled to the crest only to find herself crawling over sun baked marble. Blistering hot to burn bloody palms and knees, her breath sucking in at the newest pain to her body, head hanging so that thick curls drug along inky black tiles. She crawled slowly, tiny frame moving only by sheer force of will - his will. Each forward movement agony to her body, agony to her mind. Eyes never lifted, never rose, from that floor - the faint slaps of skin to stone sounding to mingle with the sound of someone… something… breathing just ahead.

“Good little pet. So eager to please me. Lift your head.”

She couldn’t, her head shook rapidly - curtains of curls brushing back and forth over the stone, parched throat forcing out the soft whimpers of denial to that command. Every part of her rebelled -refused- to bring her eyes upwards because she knew the sight that would great her. Knew what sat upon that large throne like chair waiting for her to obey. Desperation filled every cell of her body - desperation to flee here, to keep what sanity she had remaining intact. There was no doubt that what sat in front of her would consume her - drink her down and leave nothing but a husk, a mockery of who she had been. “No…” One word, weakly defiant - more a plea for him to not make her than an actual rebellion.

“LOOK AT ME!”

A scream that ricocheted within her head, had her body hunkering down to the floor - sought to make herself as small as possible, her head jerking up with no further protests. Sea water blues dragged upwards, followed the line of the body in front of her. Sandals on large dark brown feet. Dust covered robe that once might have been a brilliant red but now looked like clotted old blood shrouded long legs. Up further unwillingly to that long, thin torso - lean arms to large hands clutching at the rounded ends of that seat. His face was like the rest of him, long and narrow, chiseled but not in any manner that could be considered attractive. Dark skinned, browned like he had been in the sun for much too long, a wide smashed nose and thick lips. Sharply pointed chin and overly strong jaw line. Wide and high forehead topped with stringy hair. Eyes of the most dull brown she had ever seen - but there was more there. An inner fire, a strength of will that gleamed in those muddy depths. Held her gaze whether she wanted them to or not. Ugly. Oh he was by far the most unattractive man ever seen - as if his features and body had not been put together correctly - and she wanted to recoil, wanted to look away.

“Come closer little girl…”

Anything but that, she’d agree to anything but moving closer to the man - the thing - that sat upon that throne like chair. But her will clashed with his and she lost, she never stood a chance, her body moving to crawl in closer. She knew it looked like she was nuzzling into those silk covered calves, knew it looked as if she was seeking to give him affection - gain affection from him. The scent that clung to him cloyingly filled her nostrils - newly turned damp earth - was one she knew well. Knew what it meant and yet, she couldn’t be repulsed by it. A deep breath drawing it into her lungs as her cheek grazed his silk covered calf. “water..” Hoarse whisper, parched mouth from the heat, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth so that the word was hard to form and speak.

“Water…”

A swirl of those colors, disorientation for but a moment and then the sensation of cold. A hard shiver, eyes blinking at the sunken pool of chilled water that she sat in. The line of her back pressed to a firm chest - lush bottom between wide spread thighs embracing her. Her body rising and falling with each breath drawn into the chest behind her. Naked, pale flesh wet, curled in tight against the warm flesh against her. Long fingers gliding over her body, plucking at puffy pale nipples to bring them to jutting peaks atop creamy mounds. Her back arched up, shoulders pressed back and chin raised to lengthen slender throat. Long sooty lashes lidded over her eyes and the first trickle of a moan spilled from her lips. Warm hand sliding down the smooth expanse of toned abdomen, prickled cooling flesh and teasing nerves just under the skin. “Kain…” That name purred from her lips sensually, a deep breath drawn in - tinged with that smell that she knew so well from her mate - silence greeting that heady little sound. Fingers dipped, cupped the puffy lips hidden between her thighs - gripped up tight to grind his palm into delicate flesh and made her hips squirm eagerly. “yess..” Hissed word, need beginning to cling to her tone - eager and wanting. Thighs fell apart as one thin finger pushed against smashed lips, prodded between tender folds to slide back and forth between flesh rapidly growing slick with arousal. His nail catching over the hood that protected that small hidden clit, dragging it back and flooding her body with quivering need. “mmmm more Kain…” The hand at her breast plucked and pinched one hard little nipple - tugged to distend the fleshy mound before twisting that darkening nipple to add a taste of pain to the building pleasure. She sucked in a breath - writhed against the hardening shaft pressed between the globes of her ass, tension coiling within her belly, rising towards that peak. Heat flooded her veins, flushed pale body that squirmed and writhed, ached to be filled, her moans flowing endlessly at the tease of fingers. And how he teased! Stroking the finger between her lips, flicking over her clit and when she thought she could take no more - when she thought she would die of the ache that had supple thighs trembling - three fingers drove up into sodden depths. Stretched open tightly clenching walls, bringing slender hips up off the bench and a gasped wail of pleasure from her lips.

“Mine!”

The scream that rent the air of the humid bed chamber was one of horror - fear - body wracked still by the aching, gnawing need. Crawling with the feeling of hands over her skin and that voice laying claim to what was not his to claim. She knew it was more than her body, knew that it was all of her that he sought to claim - and she knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before he had what he desired from her. Sobs started, legs frantically kicking at the sheets to free herself, stomach heaving with revulsion. Another night’s sleep lost, ruined by the lich - body sickened and wracked with ache, mind horrified and desperate to free herself.

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