The Love of a Slave
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,357
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Love of a Slave
Arielle clenched her teeth as she flopped on to the bed. Golden curls of hair spread across the pillow.
The deep scowl on her face projected her feelings all too clearly. A sigh of frustration and helplessness escaped her parted lips, and her hands shook from anxiety.
The door opened, and her handsome young \"master\" walked in to the room.
\"Arielle, have you still not dressed for the banquet?\" he asked. His voice was both irritable and patient at the same time.
\"I will not be attending.\" she said coolly.
He pretended to not hear the comment and began rummaging around the closet. \"Where have you placed the gown the maid sent in?\"
\"It\'s in the washroom.\" Arielle said, flipping on to her stomach. There was a short silence. \"I won\'t go.\" she said again.
\"Ah, but it is the most festive occasion of the year, pet.\" he said, giving her one of his eerie smiles.
She snorted, and sat up. \"I didn\'t realize Faeries needed festive occasions to keep themselves amused. I thought torturing humans served that purpose.\"
She expected him to get angry, frustrated, or even gloomy by the comment. But instead he threw back his head and laughed. A startled look crossed her face. \"What is so funny?\"
\"You.\" he said bluntly. \"You seem to think that my people despise mortals.\" If that were the case, then no humans would be attending the banquet tonight.\"
She scowled. \"Insane humans, no doubt.\" he laughed once more.
\"They are quite sane, pet.\" he paused. \"Sometimes I wonder if I could say the same for you.\"
The comment was intended to fluster her, and it did it\'s job quite well. \"Look who\'s talking.\" she said defensively.
He ventured in to the washroom and came back out with a long, thin box. She did not acknowledge his presence, even when he set the box in front of her.
\"Be ready by the time I return.\" he said softly. He planted a small kiss on her forehead. She turned her head away, malice burning in her eyes.
As he stalked out of the room, Arielle dared a glance at him. \"Not a chance in hell.\"
~_~_~_~
Lord Coran was not used to rejection. He has had many slaves, misstresses and one night stands. Out of all those women---humans and fey alike---none had been able to resist his other-worldly charms. He would not deny that he was a bit of a womanizer. He did what he pleased with them, and didn\'t give much thought or worry to what happened to them after his needs were met.
Yes, he had it all. At one time he had thought no woman could ressist him. Then, when his slave had grown old and boring, he had sent for another. Young, beautiful, independant. Someone who would amuse him, unlike the former, dull pets he had encountered.
His result was a teenaged, blonde-haired, blue-eyed... hemroid! Her defiance angered him as much as it riddled him. What riddled him even more was the patience he showed her. She was stubborn, unreasonable, and made her every action in spite of him. If any of his other slaves had acted in such a manner, they would have been sent off to a dungeon in a matter of minutes.
But there was something about her. It was her fierce independance, stubborn attitude, and need to rebel that made him act like the slave. It made him become the inferior one. And somehow, it didn\'t seem as appauling as he once believed.
~_~_~_~
When Coran came back in to his chambers his jaw almost dropped to the floor. Arielle layed on the bed, clad in the white blouse and denim pants from before. \"Arielle!\" he spat. \"I told you to be ready!\"
\"There is nothing to \'be ready\' for! I told you I\'m not going!\"
He clenched his fist. \"Get dressed.\" when she did not move, he added sharply, \"Now!\"
\"No!\" she yelled.
Every thread of patience he had left was gone. He stomped over to the bed and grabbed her arms roughly. \"Why must you act this way!?\"
\"Maybe I\'m a little pissed that you snatched me away from my family and treat me like some worthless posession!\" she snapped. \"And I\'m really pissed that I was kidnapped from my home and sent to live in some Faerie hellhole!\"
Coran stood from the bed, opened the box and threw the gown at her. \"Get dressed before I put it on you myself.\"
The thought of Coran dressing her was enough to make her get up and stomp in to the washroom.
The deep scowl on her face projected her feelings all too clearly. A sigh of frustration and helplessness escaped her parted lips, and her hands shook from anxiety.
The door opened, and her handsome young \"master\" walked in to the room.
\"Arielle, have you still not dressed for the banquet?\" he asked. His voice was both irritable and patient at the same time.
\"I will not be attending.\" she said coolly.
He pretended to not hear the comment and began rummaging around the closet. \"Where have you placed the gown the maid sent in?\"
\"It\'s in the washroom.\" Arielle said, flipping on to her stomach. There was a short silence. \"I won\'t go.\" she said again.
\"Ah, but it is the most festive occasion of the year, pet.\" he said, giving her one of his eerie smiles.
She snorted, and sat up. \"I didn\'t realize Faeries needed festive occasions to keep themselves amused. I thought torturing humans served that purpose.\"
She expected him to get angry, frustrated, or even gloomy by the comment. But instead he threw back his head and laughed. A startled look crossed her face. \"What is so funny?\"
\"You.\" he said bluntly. \"You seem to think that my people despise mortals.\" If that were the case, then no humans would be attending the banquet tonight.\"
She scowled. \"Insane humans, no doubt.\" he laughed once more.
\"They are quite sane, pet.\" he paused. \"Sometimes I wonder if I could say the same for you.\"
The comment was intended to fluster her, and it did it\'s job quite well. \"Look who\'s talking.\" she said defensively.
He ventured in to the washroom and came back out with a long, thin box. She did not acknowledge his presence, even when he set the box in front of her.
\"Be ready by the time I return.\" he said softly. He planted a small kiss on her forehead. She turned her head away, malice burning in her eyes.
As he stalked out of the room, Arielle dared a glance at him. \"Not a chance in hell.\"
~_~_~_~
Lord Coran was not used to rejection. He has had many slaves, misstresses and one night stands. Out of all those women---humans and fey alike---none had been able to resist his other-worldly charms. He would not deny that he was a bit of a womanizer. He did what he pleased with them, and didn\'t give much thought or worry to what happened to them after his needs were met.
Yes, he had it all. At one time he had thought no woman could ressist him. Then, when his slave had grown old and boring, he had sent for another. Young, beautiful, independant. Someone who would amuse him, unlike the former, dull pets he had encountered.
His result was a teenaged, blonde-haired, blue-eyed... hemroid! Her defiance angered him as much as it riddled him. What riddled him even more was the patience he showed her. She was stubborn, unreasonable, and made her every action in spite of him. If any of his other slaves had acted in such a manner, they would have been sent off to a dungeon in a matter of minutes.
But there was something about her. It was her fierce independance, stubborn attitude, and need to rebel that made him act like the slave. It made him become the inferior one. And somehow, it didn\'t seem as appauling as he once believed.
~_~_~_~
When Coran came back in to his chambers his jaw almost dropped to the floor. Arielle layed on the bed, clad in the white blouse and denim pants from before. \"Arielle!\" he spat. \"I told you to be ready!\"
\"There is nothing to \'be ready\' for! I told you I\'m not going!\"
He clenched his fist. \"Get dressed.\" when she did not move, he added sharply, \"Now!\"
\"No!\" she yelled.
Every thread of patience he had left was gone. He stomped over to the bed and grabbed her arms roughly. \"Why must you act this way!?\"
\"Maybe I\'m a little pissed that you snatched me away from my family and treat me like some worthless posession!\" she snapped. \"And I\'m really pissed that I was kidnapped from my home and sent to live in some Faerie hellhole!\"
Coran stood from the bed, opened the box and threw the gown at her. \"Get dressed before I put it on you myself.\"
The thought of Coran dressing her was enough to make her get up and stomp in to the washroom.