Dies Irae

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~~~ DIES IRAE ~~~

Quarta Charta: Shock


After regaining his senses, Daizus pulled out of her, and raised himself off her still shivering body. Her hair was spread everywhere, and soft whimpers could be heard. Daizus gently grabbed her arm, ignoring her snarl of protest and turn her about, so they were face to face. Supporting himself on his elbows, lest he should crush her (a little late for that, isn't it, you big macho?) he couldn't help from grinning. Finally, she was his wife now, both in body and in soul. Well, he still had to work on the last part, and now that he thought about it, maybe he rushed into the first part. He frowned when he noticed the silvery trails of tears across her cheeks, her trembling mouth, and he brushed the damp tresses of hair out of her black eyes. She was looking at him with pure contempt and hatred, her anger almost tangible.


"Te odio!" she spoke in a frightening clear and calm voice. "I will always hate you, for as long as I live!"


Daizus' blue eyes turned icy with anger. Why did she have to be like that? She was more stubborn than a mule!


"So you hate me, like I care. As long as you behave properly and be a good wife, you can hate me forever." He growled, bending down to kiss her, momentarily fooled by her compliance, as she just stood still, closing her eyes. With his lips and tongue he coaxed her lips apart and lost himself in the taste of her, his passion growing by each second. Her tongue brushed gently against his as she moaned softly and he let out a heated growl.


Suddenly, her teeth closed firmly on his tongue, biting so violently that blood filled her mouth almost instantaneously. He pulled back, confused and in pain and she raised one of her hands and slapped him as hard as she could, the rage giving her more force… The man regained his senses quickly and there followed an unequal wrestling match, which ended with Aemilia being pinned under Daizus' strong body.


They stared one at another for a brief moment, her eyes burning with challenge, blood from the biting tickling down their chins, her wrists held above her head by one of his hands. The man took long deep breaths, trying to control the anger, fighting the impulse to hit her and to slam into her again. He was quite impressed at the amount of wounds she had managed to cause him, starting with the hit in the head and ending with his still throbbing arm, which had the marks of her teeth deeply embedded in it.


'She is not going to win this one!' he thought, realisation suddenly downing im 'im 'She is trying to make me angry, to make me loose myself and hurt her, so she could keep her hatred burning. No, puella, you're in for it now! You are not going to hate me, because I will not let you. Quite the contrary… you will love me…. You will burn for me…..for me..'


"….only for me." he finished his thought out loud.


Bending down, he kissed her chin, then traced a trail of kisses and nips down her throat and to her breast, grinning against her flesh as she "eepp"-ed in surprise and shock. He laboured upon her body for a long time, forcing it to react silently to him but to his displeasure she didn't say a word, nor did she make a sound of any sort.


Prying her legs apart with his knee, he moved her thighs up against his and thrusted inside of her, and for the first time since he had began she let out a startled cry. He moved her hands so that they were on either side of her head, and twinned his fingers with hers, as he started a slow, gentle rhythm, mindful of the fact that she could have been a little sore due to his previous fervour.


She trembled under him, closing her eyes shut and turning her head to her side.


"Look at me!" he whispered huskily, pressing more of his weight on her, their chests so closely connected that one could feel the other's heart beat, both of them humming in perfect synchronisation.


Aemilia shook her head "no" and Daizus had to fight the impulse to kiss her. He had to be careful around her, at least until she was tamed a little; his tongue felt swollen and throbbing, but fortunately it wasn't so bad that he couldn't speak properly.


"Look at me, puella!" he commanded again, but this time she did open her eyes, as if mesmerised by the demanding tone.


He murmured strange words in an even stranger language, moving his body upper so that the pressure on her button of delights increased, and unknowingly she pushed her hips against his, wanting more, needing more. Liquid heat spread concentrically from her lower stomach and she finally closed her eyes and let out a muffled groan as waves after waves of pleasure hit her.


The clenching of her tender muscles triggered his own orgasm and he strained against her as he came deep into her very core, throwing his head back and groaning.


Daizus pressed his forehead against her, their quick breaths mixing. With a sigh, he rolled over, taking her with him, and both of them were asleep before their breathing turned to normal.


***


As dawn approached, Daizus was woken from his slumber by a muffled noise and slight movements against his body. Coming to his senses, he realised it was only the woman, and not an intruder, either human or animal. She was crying, he noticed to his dismay, and shaking as if in a grip of a strong fever. That left him quite confused - he had never been in such a situation in his life. Sure, there have been crying women around him, especially with the wars, but it was not his duty to comfort them. But what to do? Let her sleep and hope she would calm down? Wake her up to face an unpleasant reality for her? Ugh, who knew women were such a burden? Rubbing her back soothingly, he was rewarded with a slight improvement of her condition.


He had a nagging feeling in the pit of the stomach that this was only the beginning of his problems. By Zalmoxe, he was supposed to be punishing her, not the other way around! Maybe he ought to take her down, into the valleys and let her on her merry way? Let her go? NEVER! He groaned out loud, tightening his grip on her painfully, and she let out a plaintive meow, still caught deep in her nightmare.


Daizus was pulled out of his reverie, by a sudden movement of the girl. She pushed her heels in the mattresses and she climbed completely on top of him, her hands gripping him desperately and babbling incoherently.


"NO! I'll be good, I promise, Please, just don't leave me…" she sobbed uncontrollably against his chest, her tone growing high pitched and more desperate. "'Pleeeaaasseeee…"she practically shouted, holding him as tightly as she could. " I promise I'll be good… don't leave me! I said I was sorry!"


Deciding it was high time to put an end to her nightmare, Daizus placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently, then harder as he noticed she wouldn't wake up.


"Puella, wake up!" he whispered, slightly worried. "Wake up!"


He rolled over, carrying her with him, so that he was on top. He tried to free himself from her grip, but his attempt only served to increase her hysteric dream.


"Wake UP!" he shouted, this time shaking her with all his might, and fortunately that seemed to have worked as she woke up with a start, her eyes full of despair, her chest raising and falling quickly with each panicked breath she took.


For a moment she just stared at him blankly, her mouth trembling softly, her long lashes wet with the shed tears. She let out an "Ooh" and quickly let go of him, avoiding touching his body as if it were plagued.


"Get off me!" she whispered in a calm voice, with a touch of huskiness in it as a result of her sobbing.


He didn't budge, just make a movement to caress her cheek but she anticipated that and pushed his hand away, snarling.


"I said, GET OFF ME!" she growled and surprisingly enough he complied, rolling to his side of the bed.


For a while, there was just silence, punctured by her calming breath. Daizus just stared at the ceiling, feigning nonchalance, as she curled up in a foetal position, her back on him. By Gods, she had been sure she had got over it, years ago, why did it have to come back to haunt her now, when she was in such a bad situation? Her heart might have exploded from the sheer panic she had been feeling every time. It was just a dream, though, such a distant memory that was not even worth mentioning. She was safe now. Safe? She cringed as the full consequences of her situation and the night's events crushed down on her and she felt like crying again.


Well, now she had really screwed up things really good. Of course, it was all HIS fault, but that didn't change things. It was all her fault, she should have put up a better fight, she gave up too easily. She shouldn't have slept, how could she have been so careless? There must have been a way to kill him, why was she so stupid that couldn't find it, BEFORE?


The second time he raped her, she had no more energy to do anything. She had been feeling numb and drained of power, as if she was there but at the same time wasn't.


How could she ever face Marcus again? She had been travelling to meet him, to fulfil her duty as a wife, but now... even if she were to meet him, he wouldn't want her, what normal man would want an un-pure wife? Her father will blame it all on her, she was sure of it and she suddenly felt as if she was choking, she couldn't breathe any more. Nothing mattered anymore, she just wanted to lie down and die.


"So, what were you dreaming about?" he inquired softly, startling her. She had been sure he had fallen asleep.


"That doesn't concern you."


Her answer enraged Daizus and he grabbed her and turned her around to face him. Unknown even to him, he was hoping for a good little fight, and maybe for some more intimate action also, so he was surprised when he turned her around effortlessly, without any of the resistance he usually encountered, whether physical or verbal. Now, her usual spark seemed gone, replace with a cold nothingness.


His anger disappeared as soon as it had begun, replaced with a concern that he couldn't comprehend. She might still answer back, but that was just a desperate attempt to get back to normal. She was scared, the look in her eyes was something he had seen often in the moribund eyes, as they realised there was no longer hope for them. He hated it, and dreaded it. That couldn't be happening to his woman, no way, he was going to make sure of that!


Letting her alone, he got off the bed and padded butt-naked through the room, taking one of the numerous torches lightning the room and heading towards the room for bath. Soon after, he came back into the main room, and approached the bed quickly. He bend down and gathered the still immobile Aemilia in his arms like she were a little child, and took the both of them in the bath.


Upon entering the hot water she let out a small whimper and she turned a little stiff as he sat on the bottom of the hollow, with Aemilia lying boneless in his lap, her head hid in the crook of his neck.


"What is wrong with you?" he inquired softly, not really expecting an answer.


But she did answer, pulling back so she could look him in the eye. Her hands clenched and she put her hands into the water, then brushed her long wisps of hair out of her face.


"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? How the fuck could you ask me such a thing, you bastard? How dare you?" she clenched her fists, her entire body trembling. "How the fuck could you ask suck a thing, you …You…" At the lost of words, she started hitting him with all her might, everywhere she could.


"Calm down!" he shouted, trying to shelter himself for the raining blows. It didn't actually hurt, but it was annoying. She seemed to have reverted to her true nature, and he was strangely thankful for it, but he wanted her to calm down a little, and couldn't find a way to do that.


Finally, in a strike of divine revelation, he simply sat up, and the girl who had been sitting in his lap, fell back into the water with a startled "Eeeppp". He smirked as she convulsed wildly in the water, moving her arms and legs rapidly. She finally emerged, coughing and spitting water, the hair plastered to her back.


He just gave her a once over and turned his back on her, and started washing himself methodically, purposely ignoring her. She snarled with a feral sound, enraged not only by his actions but also by his calm demeanour. She wanted nothing more than to rip his eyes off and use it like ear rings.


Aemilia was about to lunge when she realised a little detail: they were both naked and in a bath. She blushed so violently that her cheeks turned red, despite her dark colouring. She couldn't help from staring at his broad back, noticing the way his muscles rippled when he made a move. She liked that. Up on his back there were several white scars and she thought with a vengeance that those were nothing comparing with what she had in store for him. Her gaze travelled down, to his firm buttocks, partially submersed in the water and she became mesmerised by them.


"So, did you get an eyeful?" he suddenly inquired, turning over and her eyes popped out in shock, before she could react again, and she adverted her gaze and faked innocence.


"I don't know what you are talking about!" she babbled." I have no interest in anything that could concern you, animal!" she added, crossing her arms as if in defiance, when, in fact she was just trying to shield her exposed bust.


Now it was her who turned her back and started washing herself. She tensed when she felt him moving behind her, stiffing when his arms circled her waist, panicking as she felt his manhood pressed into the small of her back. He nuzzled at her neck, laughing softly.


"It's all right, puella. You can look all you want. In fact" he bit gently on her ear lobe, "I would enjoy it very much if you choose to touch it also." His breath was hot in her ear, making her squirm. "After all, it is only fair."


He let her go and got out of the water. Aemilia took a quick glance with the corner of her eye and breathed out a sigh of relief as she was left alone, starting to clean herself also. Her entire body felt sore, especially her nether regions and she had to fight the impulse to roughly rub the bruised skin. The bite mark on her shoulder was especially painful, burning as if it were on fire. Clenching her teeth in anger, she promised him a long and painful demise.


***


I really don't think that a woman's core is her vagina (or her cervix), my opinion is that a woman's essence is in her brain, but I wrote that in the sex part because it was rather fitting. (Also, I don't have much experience in describing sex, so I tend to be quite conventional).


Furthermore, I strongly disagree to the idea that a woman's worth is giver by the presence of her hymen, or its lack, but, hey, this is what she believes and, in fact that is an establish criteria in the Roman society. ( for instance, there was no greater offend than to accuse your political enemy of sleeping with Roman virgins, plus the virgins could not go to trial even if they were suspected of murder.) Unfortunately, this conception is very alive and well nowadays in the Romanian culture and I am quite upset by the inequality, but most men in here thing in these terms and, the scarier fact is that even women are ok with it. Ok, I know you really don't care about it, but I just needed to get it off my chest.


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te odio = I hate you!


puella = little girl, but also lover


Zalmoxe = the supreme god in the Dacian mythology