Captive Bride; Warrior of Her Heart

by Andromeda

  "As if I need you for fashion advice," Alexander chuckles.

  "Hey! I'm a good looking guy!" he pouts. Alexander points to a wine stain on his tunic and Titus rolls his eyes. "That doesn't count!"

  "Sure it doesn't, my friend," Alexander chuckles. "Come on, the Feast is starting."

  Barely-clad dancers swirl around the dance floor, wine flows freely, platters of food are passed around. Titus and Anthea sit at Alexander’s side, arguing like normal. Behind him, Iraia rubs his back, whispering things in his ear, but he’s not paying attention to her; Alexander’s eyes are looking for one woman in particular...and then he sees her.

  Time seems to stop as Zenobia steps in the room. Dressed in a long white dress, trimmed with gold. Tying around her neck, it dips down, showing the valley of her full breasts and he doesn’t have to look behind her to know that it's backless. A robe of gold wraps around her neck with a purple jewel hanging between her breasts. She wears makeup, not a lot, but just enough to enhance her already magnified beauty. Alexander can feel himself getting hard just looking at her.

  "So that's her," Anthea says, more of a statement rather than a question. "The girl whom you're holding captive."

  "I'm not doing anything wrong," Alexander growls at her, angry that she distracted him from staring at Zenobia.

  "Yes, you are," she snaps right back. "You should send her back to her people."

  "I am," Alexanders says quickly.

  "Only after you've had her many times and tried to fill her stomach with your child," she counters.

  He glares at her. Children. He’s never thought of that. He wants them, but...is he ready for them? Now? And of all people, with a slave? Well...in a way, she's a royal princess...he guesses that could work... Alexander shakes his head. Now is not the time to plan for something that might not be. He doesn’t love this girl, and that's the only way he’d ever allow her – or any woman – to carry his seed. And he will never love anyone.

  Turning back to the crowd, he sees Zenobia talking to a man, and it makes his blood boil. But it's when he touches her shoulder that makes Alexander snap. Stomping down from the dais, he stalks over to them. The man turns and Alexander sees that he's dressed in normal servant garb, but still, she is talking to another man who isn't him.

  The man bows. "My Lord."

  "Leave," Alexander barks at him. "Now!"

  He runs off as if Alexander had ordered his execution and Zenobia glares at him. "That was rude," she snaps.

  "You don't talk to any other man but me," Alexander growls at her, his fists balling. "The only man who will touch you is me!"

  "Like hell!" she hisses at him. "You don't even know what we were talking about!"

  "I don't give a damn about what it was," Alexander says, leaning close. "You belong to me, and you will follow my commands, got it?"

  Alexander grips her arm tightly, he can see her face wince and he knows that he’s hurting her, but for some reason, he doesn’t care. She dared talk to another man in front of his face!

  "He was thanking me," Zenobia spits. "You know, a polite expression used when acknowledging a gift, service, or compliment, or accepting or refusing an offer."

  "And why was he thanking you?" he spits back. "Did you sleep with him?"

  Zenobia gasps and then slaps him hard across the face. "I helped his wife's cough," she hisses. "I know some herbs and I helped her. You know I was considering coming willingly to your bed tonight, but after that...expect the fight of your life."

  Guilt floods him. He accused her and didn't have any proof; he had just ruined any chances of her actually liking him. Alexander’s mouth opens to tell her that he’s sorry, but she turns on her heel, stomping off.

  *************

  Zenobia storms down the halls, her blood boiling. That ass had the gall...the GALL to accuse me of being a slut! But then again, isn't that what I am to him? A slut and whore? And to think...I was considering going to his bed willingly! And to think, I also dressed up! To show him that I wanted to maybe negotiate new terms to our agreement. Shows the kind of fool I am.

  Slamming the doors of her chambers open, she flops down onto her bed, still wearing the dress. It isn’t long before she hears a knock on her door and she already knows who it is. Reluctantly, though, she gets up and walks to the door; three guards and a servant stand before her.

  My time has come it appears, she thinks, taking a deep breath to summon her courage.

  With two behind her, and one in front, she is led to His room. Opening the door for her to go inside, Zenobia slowly steps in and then they close the door. Her eyes are drawn to the table full of food in the middle of the room where Alexander sits behind. The king even has the gall to smile at her.

  "Please be seated," he says.

  Zenobia’s feet stand right where they are, her arms crossed as she glares at him.

  "I'm trying...to be nice," he says through gritted teeth.

  "You can take that 'niceness' and shove it up your ass," she retorts.

  Smirking, Alexander walks over and begins to circle her. "You can't fight it anymore," he whispers. "Tonight you will open your legs to me."

  "I'm not going down without a fight," she spits at him.

  He smirks and cups the back of her head, pulling her close and looking into her eyes. "Good, I like a challenge. I'm the King of Sparta...and I always get what I want."

  She stands her ground against him, holding up her fists in a fighting stance.

  "Do you really want to fight me?" Alexander chuckles. "I promise you, you'll feel nothing but pleasure."

  "As if I want that from you," she growls and then swings at him.

  He catches her fist, but doesn't see her knee. She brings it up, hitting him in the gut. Grunting, he doubles over; she turns and runs to the door, but finds it locked. Alexander gets to his feet, wrapping his arms around her waist; he drags her to the bed and throws her on it. Straddling her, he grabs some rope and bides her wrists over her head; smirking as she tugs and pulls with all her might.

  "I'll give you the best pleasure you've ever felt," he whispers huskily.

  "Go to hell!" she spits at him.

  "Gladly...as soon as I get what I want," he says.

  Reaching down, he tears her gown open, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. Her breasts are like ripe melons topped with lumps of brown sugar. Her body is long and curvy, her stomach flat, but he sees hints of muscle on her lower torso. Her thighs are thick, but aren't full of fat; instead, they are full of muscle.

  I would have thought this girl as Spartan save for her dark skin, he thinks with a smirk.

  Slowly he slides his hands down her body, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the feel of soft skin under his calloused hands. Finally, he will have her. Bending down, he claims her mouth with his own, and she does what she's famous for: biting. She bites his bottom lip hard, tearing the skin as he pulls back.

  She smirks at his. "Seems that I have drawn first blood Spartan!"

  Growling slowly, he slides his hand up her thighs, lightly rubbing one of her lower lips between his fingers. She arches her back, unwillingly opening her legs a little wider and he takes the opportunity and slides a finger into her. Slowly pumping his finger, he looks into her eyes.

  "Now," he says thickly. "For the rules..."

  She grunts, pulling at the rope, but it just tightens more around her wrists.

  "I have simple rules," he continues. "You have a sharp tongue so we shall begin with rule number one: you will obey my commands and will call me Master or My Lord in front of other people, but you will call me anything else when we are alone..."

  Zenobia squirms, every pump of his finger is driving her crazy.

  "I do not share my things," he continues. "So we shall move on to rule number two: you are to never commit adultery. You will never be touched by another man other than me. If I hear anything else, I'll kill the man and keep you locked into my rooms and have you so hard until you won't be able to walk fo
r days."

  Zenobia begins to get dizzy; she is biting her cheek to keep from screaming with pleasure. She will not give him the satisfaction.

  "And now for rule number three," he says. "It's the simplest: when I want you, you will give yourself to me. And I want you now..."

  Zenobia grunts. Twisting her hips, she's able to wrap her legs around his waist...throwing him off her. Quickly, she closes her legs and scoots up against the back of the bed.

  Alexander gets up, dusting himself off. "Nice trick. But perhaps I wasn't clear the last time. Your only job as my slave is to please me and fulfill my every sexual desire. Now stop fighting so I can claim you once and for all!"

  He slowly strips off his clothes, tossing them to the floor. Zenobia gasps softly at seeing him fully naked and fully aroused. His manhood is long and thick, already standing on end at the thoughts of claiming her once and for all. Zenobia bites her lip. She's defenseless, she's tied down and he's going to rape her!

  Alexander sees the fear in her eyes and sighs. Walking over, he looks down at her. "Shhh," he whispers, brushing his fingers over her cheeks. "I promised I'd make this pleasurable for the both of us...."

  He cups her breasts and begins to mold and gently massage them in circular motion; his lips latched onto one brown nipple while his other hand teased the other breast. Swirling his tongue around her hard nipple before biting down gently on it. Giving equal attention to both breasts, he removes his mouth before trailing kisses slowly down her stomach. Zenobia gasps as she feels where he's going and clamps her legs shut.

  "Don't make me tie your legs too..." Alexander growls.

  Zenobia swallows. She knows that if she continues to resist he'll just be rough with her. Swallowing her pride, she gradually opened her legs.

  "Good girl," Alexander whispers before settling himself between her legs.

  Gently kissing her inner thigh, he travels lower until he finds what he really wants: her inner core. Locking eyes with her, he gently licks up and down her nether lips, sending currents of sparks through her body. Tenderly, his fingers part them and he finds her sacred pearl; smirking, he begins to rub it.

  Zenobia acts instantly, an unwilling moan escaping from her lips as the static pleasure pulsed through her body; a burning heat and wetness pooling between her legs.

  I have her now, Alexander thinks with a smirk.

  Removing his fingers from her pearl, he presses his mouth forward, feasting on her inner flesh. She tastes like ambrosia and nectar; the forbidden food of the gods. His head spins at her sweetness with a sharp tang that he's never tasted before. Soon, he slides a finger inside her and then another. He can feel how tight she is and he wants to stretch her as much as possible to get her ready for him.

  Zenobia arches her back, pulling at bindings as she moans with abandon, her legs feeling like jelly, her body begging for more...for him to be inside her. Alexander nods to himself. She's ready for him.

  Licking up the last of her nectar, he leans down and whispers to her, "Now...the fun begins. Are you going to behave?"

  Lowering her eyes, she gives a small nod of shame. She has no choice and... if this is to be her fate, then she better make it less painful...at least until she can kill him.

  "Good," he says. "Because if you fight me again, I don't hold back and have you hard, not caring if I'm hurting you. If you don't fight, then I promise I'll give us both pleasure, you mainly."

  Untying her hands, he frowns slightly at the red mark the rope left around her wrists. He'll make her soon forget about it. Kissing her forehead, he spreads her thighs, arching her hips just right before rubbing his manhood at her entrance, letting her nectar lube it so his invasion will be less painful.

  Bracing his arms at the side of her head, he looks into her gray eyes. Zenobia’s heart beats rapidly in her chest. She knows what's going to happen; she's seen people make love before, but this will be her first time. She feels his hardened shaft gently stroke her entrance before he begins to slowly push inside, groaning deeply at how tight and warm she is.

  She arches her back, biting her lip so hard that the skin breaks to keep from screaming. As he nears her virginal wall, he takes a deep breath and thrusts his shaft deeply into her forcefully. She cries out, her scream echoing across the empty chambers.

  Alexander bends down, kissing her tears and gently licking away the blood on her lips. Slowly, he pulls out and then pushes back in, letting her get used to his size, letting her body adjust. He repeats this until he feels confident to pick up the pace and slowly he felt her grip loosening.

  Her body began reacting to each time he thrusts inside her, a tingling pleasure shooting up her core and spreading out in many ways; her hips raising to meet him. Slowly, his thrusts begin to deepen and she begins to moan uncontrollably. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer; her hands gently tugging at his long hair.

  He increases his pace rapidly, pushing himself deeper and deeper, going faster and faster; his seed sack slapping her bottom. Zenobia continues to moan out with pleasure as he pounds into her, his breath hot on her neck.

  Suddenly, there is a tightening at her gut and she throws her head back, crying out as her climax gets closer and closer. Suddenly, she can't take it anymore. She arches her back, screaming out as her climax came in hard, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

  Alexander groans. Gripping her waist, he pounds into her hard, her breasts bouncing with each hard thrust. She feels another climax coming and this time, he joins her in ecstasy. Groaning, they yell out together, as he empties his seeds inside her; claiming her and her body.

  Burying his face into her neck, he lays on top of her, panting heavily to catch his breath. Both are sweaty, their body throbbing as his seed fills her womb. After a couple moments, he pulls away and smirks down at her.

  Zenobia looks at him, her eyes glazed over with anger, fury and shame. She lost herself in this! She has given into her body’s physical want, not the rational want. She feels tears prickle her eyes and she turns her head away, rather die than let him see them fall.

  It wasn't the part that he had used her that upset her; it was the fact that...she seemed to enjoy it! She is supposed to hate this man and yet she felt pleasure that she's never felt before at his hands! She truly now is nothing more than his whore.

  Alexander crawls behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close; burying his face in her neck as he breathes in her scent.

  "This isn't over," she whispers in her tongue. "Always fear the Lioness claws..."

  *************

  Chapter Six

  The warmth of the sun kisses her skin as Zenobia wakes. Yawning, she rubs the sleep from her eyes as she stretches her body out like a lioness. Looking to her side, she can see the rumbled sheets and can smell the stench of Him on them. She’s been Alexander’s little ‘toy’ for two months now; every night he comes, using her body for his pleasure for hours until he finally goes to sleep, holding her in a grasp so tight she can hardly breathe.

  Sometimes they do things...different. Most of the time, he's on top of her, but there are other times when he makes Zenobia get on all fours or has her on top of him, ridding like a horse. She hates it all, but she knows that she must do it in order to meet with the traders coming in eight months. Hopefully, she can make it before killing Alexander, though she plans it as a most beloved parting gift to this so-called king.

  Knock! Knock! Knock!

  Zenobia lifts her head, looking to the door and calls for them to enter. It opens, and a woman steps inside. Short, with brown hair, hazel eyes and pale skin; Zenobia knows who she is, Adria, and she is a slave too. Originally, she worked mainly in the kitchens, but was assigned to serve Zenobia when Alexander claimed her.

  "Good morning," she says with a smile.

  "Good morning," Zenobia sighs.

  Rising up from the bed, Zenobia puts on the gown that Alexander had tossed to the ground last night and pulls it back on. Adria pu
ts the tray on the table and goes to work, making up the bed.

  "Thank you," Zenobia says, giving her a small smile before looking over the food.

  It's a small morning meal: hot bread, cheese, sliced meat and cup of hot water. Adding a pinch of ground up Stoneseed into it, she lets it cool while she devours the rest of the meal in hunger.

  "What do you have planned for today?" Adria asks her.

  Zenobia shrugs. "Stay in my rooms, stare at the walls until His royal High-ass comes back from whatever he's doing to use my body again."

  "He's not that bad," Adria says weakly.

  Zenobia shoots her a look and she instantly shuts her mouth. Adria knows about Alexander and her little 'arrangement’, however, she knows better than to praise him in front of her.

  "I'm sorry," she whispers. "It's just...being angry all the time isn't healthy."

  "I'm angry because I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of breaking me!" Zenobia snaps at her. "He's even chained me here!"

  She holds out her leg for Adria to see the chain that she's seen several times. Alexander kept his promise, chaining Zenobia’s leg to a special bolt. It has enough space for her to move around her chambers, but not escape. Alexander has the only key to get it off.

  Sighing softly, Adria helps Zenobia into a bath of almost scolding hot water, but she likes it. It reminds her of home, but most importantly, it helps her feel as if she is burning every part of Him off her.

  "Just ten more months," Zenobia whispers as Adria begins to wash her back. "Just ten more months..."

  *************

  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

  "Duck, Titus!" Alexander barks.

  "Off! Damn it, Alex, you also cut my head off!" Titus snaps.

  Alexander throws back his head in laughter. "Well, then, maybe you should have ducked when I told you."

  Titus rolls his eyes and brings his shield up to block Alexander’s swing. "So, how's life with your new slave?"

  Alexander thinks it over. "It's been alright, I guess."

  Titus stops and looks at him. "You guess?"