The Conjured and the exiles

How did this happen Daen wondered as she writhed against her dark lord. The noble was thinking much the same thing. Darcia had watched over the girl the past few days knowing that his godmother would not attempt to approach the girl with him near by. He also needed to be near by to help control the spirits who wanted her attention now that she had been made open to them. Normally awakenings happened over weeks or months, like learning to swim, but she had been tossed in to the deep end without even been able to paddle. Bherith had been largely responsible for the fielding of her mind, but Darcia helped him wherever he could. He had left his sword with the girl tonight in her own room, even if she didn’t understand why he knew that she felt instinctively safer with the blade close by.

Darcia had not noticed that Daen had found her way in to his bed again. Her night terror has caused her to seek him out carrying his sword clutched to her like a girl with a doll, but finding him not present she hid herself under the heavy covers of the four poster bed. Curling up under the blankets and hugging a lone pillow in the dark and with the bed curtains drawn, and deep under the covers even her head hidden it was like been back in the womb dark, soft, warm, and safe.

Darcia was exhausted and he longed for nothing but his own bed. ‘Bherith how is the girl?’

‘She is safe she is sleeping.’ An echo of a voice replied in his mind. Satisfied that his demon guarded the girl he headed to his own chamber. The room was pitch black, the heavy blinds and shutters closed against the early autumn winds, trapping the darkest part of the night within the walls.

Darcia used to the deep gloom of this room unrobed preferring to sleep naked. He did not notice the sleeping woman until he himself slipped under the covers and discovered her sleeping form curled up in his bed as unselfconsciously as a house cat. She even purred like a cat when he stroked the length of her silken clad back. ‘Hmm, poor little kitten, still shaken.’

‘Lord Darcia?’ she murmured drowsily, and then a bit embarrassed to be caught in his bed tried to explain herself. ‘I brought your sword back; you left it in my room.’

In the dark she could not see him, but next to her she felt the mattress sag under his weight, the radiating heat of his body, and could smell his deep heavy sent as deep and heavy as the darkness they lay in.

‘Go back to sleep.’ He said in a low tired voice as he adjusted his pillows.

‘I’m sorry I only meant to stay a moment, I will leave if I’m disturbing you.’ Daen replied attempting to sit up. Lord Darcia had stayed up with her for two nights helping her learn to keep the countless voices which assaulted her mind at bay he must have been exhausted and here she was again disturbing his sleep.

‘Stay.’ Darcia said catching hold of her wrist; it was not quite a command not quite a request. Daen lay back down, and Darcia released her captured limb settling back down to lay on his front, next to her but not touching. The girl settled as well, and batted the swords tassel away which had swung in to her face. Daen then twiddled her fingers over the bands of metal made up the weapons sweeping guard. The body warmed metal sung with her touch much as a wine glass would when you circled the rim with your finger.

‘Don’t play with that.’ Darcia groaned testily. Daen supposed that the sound must have irritated him and she stopped. Daen listened to the rhythm of his breathing gradually slowing down as he succumbed swiftly to sleep.

Daen lay with her eyes open but in the black it made no difference. She wondered whether he wore a mask even when he slept? A few days ago she would have done anything to see his face, but now he was resting so unguardedly next to her she could not bring herself to look. With nothing more to do but sleep the young woman to soon sank in to her dreams.

When Darcia awoke he found the girl within the embrace of his arms. Dimly he remembered her thrashing out in the night, half waking him with her nightmare induced inaudible murmurs and he had drawn her to himself comforting her sleepily. As she had buried her face against his naked chest she had sighed his name. Her hair had smelt of soothing lavender and chestnut, soft as satin against his cheek and shoulder. Taking a bit of a liberty Darcia stroked her back, gently scratching over her spine with his finger tips. The girl let out a soft moan arching her back, pressing her firm silk covered breasts against his chest. Her nipples were already hard. Darcia could be called many kinds of bastard some he was proud of some not but he could never be rightly accused of taking advantage of an unconscious woman, and so he closed his eyes wearily went back to sleep.

Daen was woken by a band of pressure which squeezed around her middle briefly this was accompanied with a drowsy groan. Why was she in Darcia’s arms? Her cheek was pressed against something smooth; his naked skin? This close to him and surrounded by his warm flesh, sent and general aura she felt a heat in her blood, her skin tingled everywhere they touched like your lips when you eat cinnamon , which was a significant proportion of her body, and deep within her was a strange restless energy. She turned over so that she had her back to him; all to ware of new and intresting discovery that it was not only his mask that Lord Darcia forgoes when he went to bed.

Her hand came in to contact with something hard. She curled her hand around the shaft, it was Darcia’s sword. The sheath was cool and smooth. But as he ran her hand up to the hilt she noticed that its handle was warm to the touch, as if it had just left the hand, warm as an animal. The leather of the grip had a strange familiar texture; it was more like the skin of a man’s palm than dead cured hide. Fascinated by the odd material she began to run her fingers up and down the grip, right up to the metal pommel, which was also warm like it had been lying out in the sun.

As she toyed absently with Darcia’s sword grip she noticed that the man’s breathing had became deeper and more erratic. His sleep grew more fitful and his deep breathing turned to pants and gasps. He must be dreaming she thought. ‘I wonder what?’ He let out a moan and the sleeping man clutched the girl closer to his hard male body.

‘What have you done to me little one?’ A low voice groaned in her ear and with one role of his hips her question was answered as something hard bumped up against her backside.

Darcia had woken and was immediately very aware that he was incredibly aroused. He wondered what could have caused this state. The woman in his arms was suspiciously still, holding her breath, and the lord could hear that her heart was beating as furiously as his own.

His hand moved achingly slowly up from her waist to cup her breast. She didn’t stop him. Gently he kneaded her firm globe pulling his hand up and twisting so that his thumb ran over her already erect nipple. She didn’t make a sound save the slight hiss as she released her breath. His free hand grasped a handful of her silken locks tilting her head to the side. Like petting a shy animal he moved his other hand up her silk clad arm and brushed her hair away from her neck so that he could kiss and nip at this sensitive aria. He began to rock his body against her grinding his growing need against her seeking more friction.

His hand continued to play wither breast, but craving to touch her skin and not just fabric he took hold of the night gown’s edge and deftly pulled it down allowing her access not only her breast but more of her back as well, which he proceeded to kiss down. If he couldn’t see her he wanted to explore every part of her with touch, teeth, lips and tongue just encase this was nothing more than a sweet dream.

Still languid from sleep it had taken a moment for Daen to work out what was going on. It had taken her even longer to snap out of feeling like a rabbit must feel when pinned down by a fox. And as he moved to untie her pitifully lose robe knot she finally found her voice. ‘No stop.’ She protested weekly. ‘Please I….’

‘I told you not to play with my sword.’ He said his hot breath blowing across her ear, the lobe of which he then caught in his teeth and sucked on ruthlessly. She wondered what playing with his sword had to do with their current state. ‘Do you really want me to stop?’

‘I..’

He silenced her with a deep kiss, one that stole her breath away along with her mind. As he continued to kiss her devouring her mouth he moved to lay on top of the young woman pressing her deep into the mattress. She struggled up against him, pressing her hands up against his chest but it was only a half hearted resistance. Under her palms his heart was pumping hard. Surprisingly soft skin covered warm solid muscles. And at the centre of one palm the hard button that was his erect nipple brushed against her palm.

His tongue stroked hers, coxing it to duel with his own, and she responded instinctively with a soft moan. The kiss was taking over her senses. He growled in response as her hands once more pressed feebly against him and she turned her mouth from his gasping for air. He griped hold of her flailing limbs and pressed them against the pillows above her, easily binding her hands with just the one of his.

Shifting his weight on to one arm he moved his knee between her legs parting her quivering thighs. ‘No…Please…’ His lips found hers again, and when she refused to open her mouth to his cress, fearing the power he held over her, the dark lord gently bit her lip as he ran his free hand down her body across the flat plane of her stomach his mind imagining what he could not see. The young woman gasped and his tongue slipped back within her sweet cavern deftly. His own muscled thigh began to rub against her core and he felt the slickness of her excitement on his skin.

Smiling against her kiss swollen lips his hand brushed across her nether folds, coating them in her musky juices. ‘Your body betrays you.’ The noble murmured against her mouth before he stole another brief kiss.

His fingers now slipped in to her fluttering heat and his thumb caressed the tiny erect nub. She jerked beneath him. ‘How sensitive you are.’ He said his voice deep and throbbing. Slowly he began to thrust his fingers in and out curling them towards her body looking for a certain spongy spot.

‘Ahhhh…..please….. I……please…’ Daen didn’t know what she was begging for any more. His clever fingers caused currents of pleasure like lightning bolts to run up her spine and down every limb. She was struggling against him again, arcing up in to him begging him to stop, begging him to touch her and end the torment. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as he continued to caress her core with those fiendish digits. Forcing her closer and closer to the edge, blinded by the darkness, and deafened by her own harsh pants and the pounding of blood in her ears all that existed was the burning of her skin and the almost painful sensations he was creating.

Darcia was waiting for this; the moment that her silken walls began to flutter and grip his fingers. With another soft kiss he drew his fingers out. She gasped in protest. He didn’t want to let her come yet. His mouth descended upon her nipple only to get a mouthful of fabric. He had forgotten that she was still half in her robe. But he used it to his advantage nipping her roughly through the silk which limited the damage. The girl hissed in pain, he chuckled evilly in response before divesting her of the rest of the robe and then licking her now bared and very swollen nipples engorging them further until they ached under his attentions.

He once more moved to cover the girl rubbing his erection against her pelvic bone seeking friction while kissing her open mouth slowly building up the passion again.
‘I won’ rape you, but I will seduce you little one.’ He murmured almost desperately in his raging desire. ‘Say yes, let me in.’ With his free hand he guided his own rock hard need to her slick opening rubbing it up and down over her clit.

He kissed her again, harder and more demanding this time. ‘Say yes.’

‘Unfair, unfair!’ Daen thought. Her body was burning, been consumed by a desire for a man she should not desire. She hated him; she hated him so badly it hurt, just as the desire within her burned so did her hate. She could hate him but as long as he did not stop. She could not speak the words but pushed her hips foreword so that the tip of his erection slid in to her a fraction. The sensation caused her to let out a throaty moan.

‘Is that what you want little one?’ He asked softly next to her ear. She nodded rubbing her cheek against his as overwrought tears threatened to spill from her eyes. With a smooth slow role of his hips he breached her. He was large and it hurt just a little as he moved, Daen panted hard whimpering every so often as her passage adjusted to his size, but he was carful. Achingly slowly his organ slid in to her, stretching and filling as Darcia savoured the sensation. Tight, hot and slick, and so perfect that he felt she must have been made for him, like a sheath for a sword. He murmured this musing to her in her ear.

The darkness was a physical thing, and they were both a part of it, hidden, faceless, nameless, and nothing else existed just the dark and the desire as he drew his hips back and then pushed back in. Her channel griped him hard. As he began to move she began to moan softly as the friction built up between them.

His one arm was bent and braced by her head, the other now let go of his grip on her wrists to once more bury itself in her hair, pulling her head back so that he could plunder her mouth in a rough violent counterpoint to his gentle and measured thrusts. Hands now free Daen placed one palm upon his face, feeling the contours of his face as if they were her eyes; his cool smooth cheek, where it grew rough from light stubble, and then the surprising softness of his lips, a strong brow, and long eyelashes which fluttered like insect wings against her fingers.

Darcia shifted and drew her leg up so that he could penetrate her further. He groaned as he slipped in to her right to the base of his erection or so it felt to him. But he kept the pace maddeningly slow drawing out the inevitable there sweaty bodies adding to the erotic friction. Daen buried her face in his neck, his sent at its richest there, small hand buried in his locks, so silky and cool that it was almost like liquid flowing through her fingers. She was close, oh so very close and then she was pushed over as he growled deep in his chest the sound reverberating from somewhere deep in his chest as he fought to hold himself back. Unwilling to cry out and let him know just how far he had defeated her she bit down hard on his shoulder. The sudden constriction around his shaft and the unexpected sharp pain at the base of his neck and the girl bit him made him climax in an fierce and pounding rush.

When he came back to himself the woman had uncurled herself from his body and now lye woodenly still beneath him. The room now smelt of their combined musk. Gently he kissed her temple and gathered her to lie against him. The young woman clung to him, but he could feel her silent tears dripping on to his chest.

Darcia in the morning had left the woman to wash and dress. When he returned and pulled the blinds to let in the morning light the woman only turned and snuggled herself deeper in to the covers. Her lips were still kiss swolen and her rich brown hair spilled across the pillow. Smiling he went to stroke her naked back.

‘Don’t touch me.’ She hissed as his fingertips brushed her skin. He drew back as if she had stung him. Apparently when he had replaced his mask in the morning light so had she.




A/N; A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story so far. Especially ashesxx2xxashes, cheers for sticking with me!

Ps; Gslinger I love Darkness, it’s such a wickedly good story. Anyone who hasn’t read it yet simply has to!