The Master of Her Fate

The Master of Her Fate

Chapter 11: The Explanation

Anna sat on her bed, holding her shawl around her and rocking back and forth, while furious tears poured down her face. How DARE he do this to her? Just when she'd been starting to think that her new life was a good thing, that she was the beloved wife she'd never have been in her old nation, he'd shown her just how little she meant to him. How could he fuck Matron Harcourt? That dirty word was the only one she could think of for what they'd done, for there couldn't have been any love in it. She had to believe that, for the sake of her own sanity. No, they'd fucked like animals. Doubtless Harcourt had made the first move, the harlot. Anna sniffed. She at least had put up some resistance. The Matron was supposed to be the teacher of etiquette, for God's sake! Some example she was setting.

A shaky laugh escaped Anna's lips as she reached up to brush some tears away. She was just casting stones to hide her own hurt. In truth, she couldn't blame the Matron for wanting to seduce her Master. What woman wouldn't? What angered her was that he'd given in, and to such a fat old woman, too! What did Harcourt have to offer that Anna didn't?

"Gods!" she burst out as the thoughts just made her angrier. He had THREE women! THREE! And he still found the need to seek pleasure elsewhere? It was sickening, and in that moment she hated him for it. Anna's face hardened. When he came to her again, she would not let his marvelous hands and lips distract her and break her resolve. This time, she would resist him. Let him take his pleasure with some other slut. She was done.


***

Garshan thought for a while about how to explain himself to Anna as he climbed the hill. On the one hand, he didn't need to justify his actions to her or anyone else. He was the ruler of these people, the strongest of them, and he did what he wished. On the other hand, she was a fine girl, one that he was already starting to love after just one week, and he didn't want to shatter the joy he'd seen in her eyes. It was a difficult situation. He found these sorts of things far more of an ordeal than any battle. There, his mind and body seemed to move on their own, coming up with the winning solution effortlessly. In love, however, he never seemed to know what to say. In his youth, as an ugly man with nothing to offer women, he'd agonized over it. Now it was merely an irritation, but one he didn't need at the moment. But there was only way one to deal with it, and that was head on, like he dealt with his other problems.

Garshan entered the tent and padded softly to Anna's door. Normally he trod heavily in the halls, that his wives might know he was coming, but today he wanted to gauge how she was acting in there before he burst in. What his ears told him wasn't promising. The sniffles from inside her room meant she was crying. Garshan hated dealing with women's tears. It was too hard to be the iron Master when they started sobbing, or silently crying while they stared up at him, wounded and sad. Resigning himself to a difficult time of it, he opened the door.


***

Anna's head whipped up as the doorflap moved, because for once she hadn't heard him coming. She must have been deeper into her grief than she thought to miss those heavy footsteps.

"What do you want?" she snarled at him. The submissive little wife was gone. This was the woman who'd resolved to kill her father as she lay tied to the Warlord's bed a week ago. "Did your other slut not satisfy you?" She turned away, resolutely facing the wall. "Find someone else if she didn't. I'm done playing your games."

For a long moment he stood there, nonplussed. Such insolence grated against his nerves and made anger rise, throwing out whatever chagrin he'd felt.

"You will not speak to me that way," he growled, advancing across the room towards her. "No matter what I have done. I am still your Master, and you will show me respect." He reached out to cup her face, yanking her around to look at him, and then snarled with surprise as she sank her little teeth into his hand. His skin was far too callused for it to hurt, but the sheer contempt the gesture displayed stunned him for a moment. Anna pried his hand from her face and shoved it away, glaring up at him.

"I will give you no respect!" she spat. "You give me none! Tied up, ravished, treated like a plaything by you and your two wives, taken from my home and my titles, and then!" She stood up to shout at him, the force of her fury a surprise to them both. "Then you don't even have the decency to act like I'm anything special to you! You take the first woman who looks at you and forget all about me!" Her tears were pouring down again, and her furious voice was breaking into sobs. "So be it. If I mean nothing to you, it won't matter if I d-don't pleasure you anymore. From now on, the only pleasure you take from me will be if you rape me." She sat back down and crossed her arms, waiting for the explosion.

Sure enough, it came. "How dare you!" he snarled, grabbing her by the hair and hauling her up. Anna reached up and fought the strong fingers twisting in brown locks, yanking at them, while her dainty feet kicked at his rock-hard thighs and stomach. "I gave you better treatment than a captured woman could ever dream of, and this is how you repay me?" He flung her down on the bed, knocking the wind out of her, and lowered himself over her, pressing her down onto the furs with his weight. She tried to thrash beneath him, but he held her pinned, his hand going back into her hair and pulling with delicious. . . no, awful force. She would not give in this time, she would not!

"You gave me nothing!" spat Anna, writhing beneath him. Both of them could not help but notice how this made her body rub against his in interesting ways, and Anna growled softly as she felt his manhood beginning to rise. She would not give in! "You used me! Treated me like a toy! The only thing you didn't do that I'd have expected you to is to eat me!" Orcs were well known for enjoying the taste of human flesh.

He went still above her for a long moment, and suddenly Anna realized that she'd gone too far. A terrible anger was radiating out from him, and for the first time since that night she'd been carried to his bed, she feared for her life. "I would never," he said in a voice that was low and deadly. "Never, eat a human being. If you were anyone else I would kill you now for suggesting it." His hand cupped her head and yanked, and she knew if he exerted just a bit more pressure, he would snap her neck like a twig. The warlord straddled her, placing a knee at either side of her hips, and his free hand began to unlace her dress. Anna lay still for the moment, afraid to anger him any further. "But I have a better punishment in mind for you." He yanked the unlaced dress off and tossed it to the floor, then lifted himself a bit and rolled her onto her back, immediately pinning her down once more. He stared down at her for a moment, and the deadly atmosphere dissipated. What was to come next would be humiliating, she was sure, but she'd live through the night.

With that fear gone she began fighting him again, trying to buck him off, her naked body rubbing against his manhood within his breeches. She bit her lip, trying to fight the heat that flowed through her at the feel of it. It did no good. Her body was going to be aroused any time his was against it, that was just the way things were. So she had to get him off of her. Anna lunged up and sank her teeth into his muscled neck, biting him hard, trying to hurt him. Instead of a snarl of pain, however, a growl of pure lust rumbled out from between his lips. He took her by the hair and slammed her down so hard he almost pulled it out, pleasure and pain shooting through her body. His grip on her hair twisted her head to the side and he bit her in return, his sharp teeth sinking into her skin and leaving a deep red mark. Anna cried out in pain and ecstasy as he marked her, writhing against him. Her hands found his thick hair and took great handfuls of it, yanking and jerking as hard as she could, trying to get him away. She might as well have been pulling on a boulder with a rope around it, so little did he move, but each tug made another of those delicious growls vibrate through her. He bit the other side of her neck, drawing a fresh yelp of sweet pain, and then covered her mouth with his in a kiss so bruising she wondered if it would draw blood. She tried to bite the tongue in her mouth, or clamp her teeth into his lips, but he yanked her hair each time she did, shattering her focus with the pain. The kiss broke, leaving her lips throbbing wonderfully, and he started down her body.

"No!" she gasped, bucking against him and tearing at his hair. "No! You won't! I won't let you!" He ignored her and his hands found her breasts, lifting the lovely orbs to his lips, where he could torment her aching nipples. Each time his tongue flicked across the tips of those little buds, she cried out, and soon her yanking on his hair was directionless and random, as if she couldn't decide where she wanted his head. He bit her nipples softly and then trailed his lips down her stomach, sliding his hands under her hips. She tried to fight him, twisting and thrashing, but he was just too strong. A strong human man would have been hard pressed to give this brute any resistance, let alone a tiny human girl! That was why he had such an easy time of it. It had nothing to do with the anticipation singing in her loins for his tongue, his hands, his manhood. She would not give in!

There was no teasing or patience tonight. He held her thighs apart with his big hands, forearms curled around from where they rested beneath them, and devoured her for all he was worth. Tongue and lips covered her, pulling at her clit, assaulting her with warm, wet pleasure. She clamped her legs around his head, pulled at his hair, and came so hard that for a moment she saw only darkness. It was so intense she couldn't even moan, and his smug chuckle against her (which made her climax again, gasping and crying out this time) said that he knew how thoroughly he had her under his control.

For a moment Anna just lay there, too spent to move. She was still furious, but her body would not obey her brain and beat him as he deserved. Not until he took her by her arm and dragged her off the bed, forcing her to her knees in front of him as he unlaced his breeches. That huge manhood swung out in front of her face, and she hissed with some combination of lust, disgust, and rage. His pants hit the floor and he held his manhood in front of her face with one hand, while the other forced her head to stay near it.

"Suck me," he growled. She gritted her teeth against the sensations overwhelming her.

"No. Never again. Let me go!" She struggled futilely in his grip. With a snarl, the Warlord swung his manhood against her face, hitting her with almost bruising force. Anna stopped, stunned by what he'd done, and by how much her body responded to it. The arousal from that action was so strong that it dripped onto the floor between her legs, and was all she could do not to take that cock and swing it herself. "N-no. . ." she said, her voice beginning to falter. He hit her with his manhood again and she gasped softly. "No!"

"Yes," he said, and hit her one last time. She couldn't resist any longer. Anna seized him in her hand and buried his shaft in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could and using every technique that Tharona and Nakree had shown her in the last few days. She stroked him furiously while her tongue slithered over his head, and in very little time he was gasping as he swelled up and exploded in her mouth. She held him there, swallowing ever drop she could of his seed, while her hand kept pumping at him, wanting as much as she could get. Then, when the last delicious drop had been swallowed, she bit down enough to make him growl and jerk away. Anna smiled fiercely up at him, pleased to have finally found a way to make this oak-skinned man feel pain.

"Now get out," she hissed, starting to rise. She should have known he wouldn't accept that (and maybe on some level she did, and wanted the punishment that was to follow). Snarling with rage, he caught the back of her head as his hand went around her waist and bent her roughly over the end of the bed, pressing her down. The hand at her waist lifted her rear into the air, and then he filled her pussy up with his cock in one brutal thrust. She cried out in terrible pain and exquisite pleasure as he fucked her harder than he ever had, driving himself into her over and over. They moved together for an eternal moment of ecstasy, pain and pleasure mingled into rapture, and then she screamed out to the gods as she tightened around him in an amazing climax. He came with her, roaring her name as he filled her with his seed, and then they both collapsed to the bed and lay there trembling, unable to move. Anna's eyes closed, and world dissolved to a hazy black as she lost consciousness. She should have known she could never resist him.

***

When she awoke, it was to a very different scene, and a very different atmosphere. The warlord lay naked on the bed, and she was curled up in his arms, her head pillowed against his chest. For a moment, she debated what she should do, and then with a sigh she snuggled closer into him and relaxed. She was his, whether she wanted to be or not. He'd proven that thoroughly just now, so why fight it? For a long time they were silent, simple listening to each other breath. At last he sighed and began to speak.

"Anna," he said, looking down at her. "I won't apologize for punishing you, because that's my right as your Master. I do apologize, however, for what happened today. I had no idea it would affect you like that, and if I had, I would have been more discreet."

She sighed against him. So he'd have been more discreet about betraying her, would he? "Master . . ." she said, brushing his chest with her lips. She paused and he looked down at her, softly telling her to continue. "Why. . .why did you even do that with her? Aren't Tharona, Nakree, and I enough for you? What did we. . .what did I do wrong?" she stared up at him sadly, and he felt very much like a monster at that moment for the way he'd hurt her.

"Anna, listen to me," he said, stroking his hands over her hair. "No man could be more satisfied with a woman than I am with you. What happened with Matron Harcourt was not for that reason." He shushed her rising question with his finger and continued, "Lianna has not felt alive for many years. I needed her to train my men, but she could not be intimidated or bribed into doing so. Only an act of kindness can truly bind someone to their leader. Otherwise, they fear and resent him, and do all they can to topple his throne." He'd seen enough of it in his days as a mercenary. "I gave Lianna back a bit of the life she had lost. Nothing more. It will never happen again, but she will be happier and serve me better because of it. Do you understand?"

She understood. She didn't like it, but she understood. Again Anna reflected that she couldn't really begrudge Lianna Harcourt wanting to make love with the Master. And she shared him every day with two other women, so why had this been so hard to take? Perhaps because they were his wives, and special to him. It was proper for a great king to love his wives as he saw fit, but to take any wench he met as well? Anna sighed and then cuddled into him again.

"So. . . I am important to you, then? For more than just a moment's pleasure?" He nodded and leaned down to whisper into her ear.

"Anna, you are a treasure to me, a gift from the gods." He paused a moment, and then went on. "I pleasured Lianna, but I love you."

Anna drew back, surprise and joy warring on her face. Joy won out in the end and she buried her face in his neck, crying happy tears as she whispered, "I love you too." She knew in that moment that she did. Somehow, despite all he'd done to her, despite the circumstances of their respective births, this man was the one she loved. All the cares of the day, and of the day after it, could fall away now. Love was hers at last.