Subject:  Dragon's Lair.........Chapter 11 ( Angsty and suggestive. ) |
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Date Posted: 08:12:01 05/07/01 Mon
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almirapalmer
's message, "one minor correction (r)" on 09:25:56 05/04/01 Fri
Hello and sorry for not posting earlier. Thanks to all who read this story, appreciate your comments.
I must explain that the effects of the drugs in this story are purely fictional.
Dragon's Lair
Chapter 11 Angsty and suggestive.
© Copyright April 24, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to
me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly (starting to thaw, nice deluge starting here due to the melting snow. But unfortunately still winter where I live. )
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Shantal stared at the door for several minutes. Her heart pounding crazily inside her breast. Turning her terrified gaze back toward a frozen Faroush she sighed.
“Now what?”
Faroush jerked his head around, his gaze shifting between Shantal and Michael.
Shrugging he brushed his tanned hand through his dark hair. “Get him ready, I’ll have Omar and Inero deliver the man to her majesty.” He stated.
Shantal shook her head. Standing she approached the older man. “No Faroush, you can’t take him to her, he doesn’t even know what’s happening!” She said.
Faroush glared at her. “And what do you want me to do? You know what she-“
Michael moaned softly, Faroush and Shantal turned and stared as Michael slowly lifted his hand toward his face, his fingers slowly pressing against his nose.
Shantal gave Faroush a fulminating glare and quickly returned to Michael’s side.
“Slowly Michael, don’t force yourself.” She whispered as her fingers brushed through his hair.
Michael slowly allowed his eyelids to drift open, he stared dazedly at the silk canopy above him. His gaze dilated and glazed. Slowly he turned his face toward Shantal and sighed.
“Wa-ter.” he croaked.
Shantal nodded and quickly grabbed the glass of water.
Reaching under Michael, she gently helped him to lift his head. Michael groaned making Shantal shiver with apprehension.
Faroush glared at her. “You know he should not drink anything, he’s still under the drugs effects and-“ he stopped as Shantal glared angrily at him.
“He needs water, you weren’t here, Onnia’s medicines are foul.” She stated and slowly brought the glass of water to Michael’s lips.
“Slowly, take small sips Michael.”
Michael gazed deeply into Shantal’s eyes trying to read her intentions, not finding any deceit he slowly opened his lips and allowed the clear, cool liquid to slowly soothe his dry and scratchy throat.
Faroush paced around the room for several seconds.
“Shantal we’re losing time, he needs to be ready, you know Rahine will-“
Shantal sighed and glared at Faroush. “Look at him Faroush! Does he look like he can deal with Rahine?”
Faroush took a hard look at Michael, he noticed how shallow Michael’s breathing was, the glazed look in the man’s pale green eyes and the soft trembling of his limbs. Shaking his head he gazed at Shantal.
“You have fifteen minutes to speak to him, explain the situation and make him obey. I will try and find a way to keep him here tonight.”
Shantal smiled softly. “Faroush-“
The older man lifted his hand stopping whatever Shantal was going to say. “If within fifteen minutes Omar enters this room, you will have to allow him to take the man to Rahine.”
Shantal glared at him but slowly nodded. “Can’t you give me more time? Michael isn’t-“
“Shanti, there is no more time. Fifteen minutes.” Faroush stated and slowly ambulated toward the double doors.
“Whatever you must do to make him cooperate Shanti. Remember he’s our way out.”
Shantal gasped. “Exactly, He’s our way out, but only if he can think and plan. If his senses are not sharp enough we will all die.” She gently laid Michael’s head back upon the pillow and stood. Rushing toward Faroush she grabbed his arm in a vice like grip.
"Michael is too weak, his mind is clouded. He won’t be able to fight Rahine.” She turned and gazed tenderly upon Michael. Shaking her head she turned her gaze upon Faroush.
“Jacob please-“
Faroush pressed his fingers against her lips.
“Never mention that name again Shanti, Jacob is dead, he died the same way that Astrid did.” he grabbed her arms and shook her softly. “Astrid died the day you arrived inside the harem, Astrid died to allow Shantal to live. you know as well as anyone else that our names are prohibited here. If anyone outside this room heard our names we would be punished.” He let go of Shantal and quickly opened the door.
Shantal stood rooted to the spot. Her lower lip trembling softly. “I can’t forget who I am Faroush!” She hissed. “And I will not allow Michael to forget either. If Rahine and Jamil punish me for that I don’t give a damn!” She turned and quickly walked to the garden doors, opening them she rushed out into the dark night.
Faroush felt his heart break at her words. He had spent several years trying to make sure Shantal forgot her past and made her life inside the harem good. Shaking his head he slowly stepped through the threshold and closed the door.
“May Alla have mercy on you Shantal, for Rahine and Jamil will not.” He whispered as he slowly dragged his feet toward Rahine’s apartments.
Shantal sighed and wiped the tears off her cheeks. “I won’t ever allow anyone to kill me!” She whispered to the dying moon. “I am Astrid McLairen. And I swear that I will never forget who I am. No matter how much pain I receive for that!” she stated.
Shantal jumped as the soft moan reached her ears. She turned and quickly returned to the bedroom, she stood frozen at the door, her heart pounding loudly inside her ears as she gazed upon Michael’s prone form laying on the floor.
“Michael!” She whispered softly before she rushed to his side. Falling to her knees, she gently reached out and touched Michael’s cheek.
Michael shivered, his whole body trembling softly as he attempted to force himself to sit up. His gaze shifted to the side as Shantal’s fingers graced his cheek. “Help
me...” He barely whispered.
Shantal’s heart broke into a million pieces at those softly spoken words. He looked so vulnerable laying there, his body trembling softly with cold. Her gaze strayed slowly down his naked body. “My god he’s so magnificent! No wonder Rahine wants him as her slave. He was made to please a woman.” Shantal thought as she slowly helped Michael to sit up.
Michael attempted to focus his blurry gaze upon Shantal, the trembling continued as his mind registered his surroundings. Fighting a strong ache that throbbed constantly inside his head he closed his eyes and sighed. Lifting his hand to press against his temple he fought to control his thoughts. They floated unrestrained inside his aching brain. Incoherent and uncontrolled.
“What happened?” He asked himself, trying not to allow the softness of the fingers brushing through his hair to distract him.
Shantal smiled softly as her gaze drifted down his strong body. She trembled softly at the strength that laid dormant in those muscles, as her gaze strayed lower she shivered, for nestled among dark curls laid dormant Michael’s manhood.
“It won’t be torture to make love to him.” She lifted her gaze and blushed furiously at her thoughts. Shaking her head to clear those thoughts she gently continued to brush her fingers through Michael’s wild curls. “Michael?”
Michael allowed his eyes to drift open, he slowly looked around the room, brushing his fingers through his hair he slowly forced himself to meet her gaze.
“Where I ?” He asked, frowning at the disjointed words.
Shantal sighed, knowing that his mind was still confused. She pulled the blanket from off the bed and covered Michael’s nakedness making him frown.
“You were stripped of your clothes when they brought you here.” she stated.
Michael nodded once before closing his eyes. “Where to live?” He said.
Shantal frowned. “What?”
Michael frowned. He fisted his hands and tried hard to make his thoughts clear. Swallowing painfully he slowly licked his lips and tried again. “Where....am I?”
Shantal smiled. “You’re inside a harem Michael, in Egypt.” She raised herself on her knees to take the glass of water from the table beside them.
Michael shook his head slowly. “Why?” He asked confused.
Shantal gently cupped Michael’s cheek with her right hand.
“Drink this Michael.“ she said pressing the glass against his lips.
Michael frowned and shook his head. “No, tell me. Why here?”
Shantal sighed, placing the glass behind her she gently cupped his face in her hands. “It doesn’t matter now Michael. I need you to listen to me please.”
Michael pulled himself away from her touch. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he tried to push himself onto his knees. “Leave, I die, no more.” He stated. Shaking his head once again he knelt and sighed. Lifting his head he reached out for her, grabbing her arm he dragged her against his chest. “Where I need now.” he shivered and closed his eyes. His breathing becoming ragged as he tried to clear his mind.
Shantal shivered realizing his thought process was screwed up. She pressed her cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, it pounded loudly. His breathing quickly becoming ragged as his confusion grew. She licked her lips and gently nuzzled his chest. “Michael you’re drugged, you’re not thinking clearly.” She almost laughed at the understatement of the decade. “Let me help you.” She
reached up and gently caressed his cheek.
Michael fought the weakness that threatened to send him sprawling onto the cold floor. He knew his thought process was affected, he tried hard to force his brain to function correctly, finding that the more he fought for control the stronger his head ache grew. He shivered at the girl's words, fighting the desire to laugh. “Not help.” He said. Shaking his head he opened his eyes and stared deeply into Shantal’s dark gaze. Taking a deep breath he licked his lips making Shantal tremble.
Shantal’s gaze was riveted upon Michael’s lips, his pink tongue slowly moistened those Gerber baby lips making a shiver run down her spine. “Why does he have to lick those lips? God I should be punished for desiring him this much.” She thought.
Michael’s hands slowly drifted down, finding soft flesh. He gasped and pulled his hands away, wavering dizzily he collapsed once again to the side. Shantal reached out and grabbed him just as his head almost graced the table.
Cradling him against her she gently brushed her hands through his hair in a soothing motion. “Michael calm down. Listen to me please.”
Michael felt a flash of heat rush down his body into his groin as his cheek settled softly against her breasts. His hands curled into fists at his side. With effort he slowly spoke. “Where am I? Why am I here?”
Shantal sighed. Lifting his head to rest upon her shoulder she gently smiled as their eyes met.
“You’re in Egypt, in the Kalifah’s harem. You were brought here to pleasure the Kalifah’s wife.”
Michael frowned, his mind not comprehending the words. Licking his lips once again he slowly closed his eyes and sighed.
“Egypt? I prisoner?” He asked softly.
Shantal nodded. “Yes you’re a prisoner Michael.” She stated.
Michael felt his heart stop at the words that finally reached his conscience. He was a prisoner, that was all he could understand, he jerked away from Shantal.
"No need kita, help kita.” he whispered as he slowly crawled away from Shantal.
“Michael please let me explain.” Shantal said as she reached out for him.
Michael shook his head, he reached up and grabbed the column, raising himself onto shaky legs. Swaying he fought the dizziness that assailed him in never ending waves, his legs began to shake furiously. Taking a deep breath he let go of the column and took a step. Feeling his sense of balance shift he snapped his eyes open and gazed wildly around as his legs gave out under his weight. “No!” He
whispered as he felt himself falling.
Shantal stood and rushed to his side. Catching him as he slowly collapsed. She gently wrapped her arms around his torso, stiffening as her silk encased breasts softly brushed his chest. She inhaled sharply.
“This is not the time for desire Shanti. He needs your help before the dragon takes him to her lair.” She admonished herself as she slowly dragged Michael toward the bed. She gently sat him on the edge of the bed and quickly reached for the water glass. “I need to get more water Michael, lay back.” She whispered softly as she pressed upon his chest forcing Michael to lay back upon the soft pillows.
Michael sighed once his head dropped on the pillows.
“Home.” He whispered softly as his eyes drifted closed.
Shantal nodded. “Yes I’ll get you home, but first I need you to drink more water.” She said as she reached out and took the water pitcher, slowly she filled the glass.
“Michael can you understand what I’m saying?” She asked.
Michael opened his eyes, they were a deep emerald green. Shantal noticed that they were still glazed and a bit unfocused. She gently laid her hand on his cheek and helped him focus on her face.
“I need to know if you can understand what I’m saying Michael.” She stated softly.
Michael slowly nodded. His hand covering hers on his cheek. “Understand? I prisoner, help me.”
Shantal sniffed softly, knowing that Michael’s thought process was screwed up by the different drugs cursing through his body. She felt despair clamp it’s dark hand
around her heart and squeeze.
Nodding she gently reached out and helped Michael to sit up against the pillows. Bringing the glass of water to his lips she gently whispered.
“I need you to drink this, it’s water, no drugs I swear.”
Michael stared deeply into her eyes, feeling despair and confusion battle each other inside him. He didn’t know exactly what had happened. He was disoriented and very confused but his senses told him this girl was sincere. He slowly opened his lips and allowed the cool water to slip down his throat, gently cooling his scratchy throat. He lifted his right hand and gently brushed his fingers down her cheek. Their gazes locked as he slowly sipped the cool water.
Shantal jumped as a knock came at the door, she carefully laid Michael back on the pillows and turned in time to watch Omar open the door. Her eyes widened as the implications became clear. Faroush had been unable to dissuade Rahine from having Michael in her bed tonight. Taking a deep breath she stared at Omar.
“He’s not ready yet, I need more time.”
Michael frowned, not understanding what she meant. He reached out and clasped her hand in his, bringing it to his chest he tried to pull himself up.
Shantal turned and pressed him back upon the pillows. “No Michael rest, relax.” She said softly before pulling her hand from his grasp and standing.
She glared at Omar, the tall man stood inside the threshold, his shoulders almost touching the frame of the door.
Shantal inhaled softly and swallowed hard. She knew that her options were limited at the moment, she could not explain to Michael the situation, he was still too confused to understand so she must use Onnia’s potion to help him get through this night. She stood and walked to the door. Standing before Omar she reached up and placed her hand on his arm.
“Give me fifteen minutes please. I need to wash his body and dress him.”
Omar stared at her, his dissatisfaction clear in the brightness of his gaze. His gaze shifted toward the bed, watching as Michael tried unsuccessfully to sit up without
swaying. Omar sighed as Michael collapsed back against the pillows, he lifted his hands showing her his ten fingers he nodded and turned.
Shantal sighed as the door closed. Cursing as her gaze fell upon the jug filled with Onnia’s mixture. “Damn! I was supposed to make him drink that, now what do I do?” She leaned against the door and brushed the stray strands of her unruly hair off her face. She opened her eyes and stared at Michael. Her mind searching for a reason to keep Michael here. Not finding any reason beyond killing him she
sighed and pushed herself away from the door.
“Ten minutes, just enough time to force Michael to drink Onnia’s hallucinogen and dress him.” She whispered as she rushed forward and quickly sat on the bed. Taking the small vial out from between her breasts she gently smiled at Michael who laid spread out like a dinner banquet, the blanket had slipped off his body giving her a tantalizing view.
Shaking her head she admonished herself and slowly opened the vial. Allowing five drops of the dark liquid to fall into the water, she lifted Michael’s head and pressed the glass against his lips.
“Michael I need you to drink this water, it will help you feel better.” She said.
Michael opened his lips, taking a swallow he winced and tried to push the water away, his hand missing the glass and landing upon Shantal’s breast. He gasped.
Shantal gently kissed his forehead and whispered softly against his temple. “I need you to drink this Michael, I know it tastes bad but you have to drink the water please.”
Pulling back Michael’s eyes met hers, he stared deeply into her dark gaze. Sighing he closed his eyes and swallowed the remainder of the water. Once he was finished he slowly rested his head upon her shoulder and sighed. Lifting his arms he wrapped them loosely around her waist. He turned his face and buried his nose against her neck.
Shantal wrapped her arms around him, her hand cradling his head softly. “It’s ok Michael, just close your eyes and relax.” She whispered.
Michael nodded, he shivered as his limbs became weighted down. “Weakness, what does it mean? Why am I so weak?” He questioned himself as the drug rushed through his blood. His breathing became shallow and fast, he fought the
effects of whatever was in the water, his head slowly filling with images, dark, unwanted images of pain. Then suddenly the colors changed, he gasped as an array of bright colors surrounded him. He smiled and allowed his body to go limp.
“Nikita” he whispered before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head rolled limply to the side.
Shantal gasped as Michael’s head rolled off her shoulder. She pressed her fingers against his neck and sighed, feeling the quick throb of his heartbeat. “I‘m sorry.” She whispered while gently laying him back against the pillows.
Slowly she lifted his legs and pulled the green silk pants over his legs. Her fingers brushed softly against his groin and Michael moaned softly, his shaft slowly filling the front of his pants. Shantal sighed and closed her eyes as a shiver of desire rushed through her to settle between her thighs. "This is not a good time." she whispered as she lifted Michael’s inert torso she covered it with the vest. Shantal gently brushed her fingers down his chest.
Michael’s body began to come alive, she watched as Michael slowly began to toss against her hand, mumbling beneath his breath. His hands opened and closed on the sheets. She watched as his fingers fisted, his body ondulated softly against her fingers, seeking, desiring, bringing a shot of hot desire cursing through her body once again.
Shantal cursed loudly. Remembering what Karen had told her about Onnia’s drug.
“Roots from the orient, bitter, powerful ones. They make you lose your inhibitions, you burn inside, your skin heats up and your heart goes wild. You lose all control, the urgent need for release makes you wild. They turn a rational human being into a desperate, driven animal.”
Shantal shook her head and stared horrified at Michael.
“Hush Michael.” She whispered hoarsely.
Lost in smoke and flame, Michael twisted beneath her, his skin burning and icy in turn, his muscles tense, straining, restless and tormented. His skin raw with need. He moaned.
“Dear god! Not again, the nightmares!” He thought as his mind exploded in thousands of colors. “Mon Dieu, que je souffre.” Michael rasped. “Chaud......si chaud.”
Shantal gasped. Recognizing the words she had heard often from Karen after she was returned to the main harem from her first night with Jamil.
“Finish it.” Michael pleaded hoarsely as he strained beside her.
Shantal covered her mouth with her hand and tried to choke back the sobs that threatened to spill forth. She had never expected this. “Dear god why?” She gently reached out and touched his cheek, almost crying out as he nuzzled her hand, his tongue slipping out to lick against her wrist. She wanted to scream, to gather Michael into her arms and take him away from this hell, this place filled with undescribable horrors. She jumped as the door opened and Omar walked in.
Shaking her head she stood and apporoached him.
“Please Omar, don’t take him to her, she will destroy him.” Shantal begged.
Omar stared deeply into her eyes, shaking his head he pushed her aside and knelt on the bed. Dragging a writhing Michael into a sitting position he looked up and nodded to Inero. Omar wrapped his dark arms around Michael’s torso while Inero took the man’s legs. They slowly lifted a straining and writhing Michael into their arms.
Shantal stepped in front of them. “Don’t do this Omar, he’s not ready.”
Omar grunted, shaking his head he stepped forward. Shantal stood her ground forcing Inero to let go of Michael’s legs and approach Shantal.
“She wants him, let her have him now, she might allow him to return in the morning.”
Shantal stared into Inero’s pale blue gaze, her eyes filled with tears as she shifted her gaze to stare at Michael. Nodding she stepped aside and allowed the men to carry Michael away.
As the door closed Shantal collapsed into her bed. Sobs making her convulse. “What have I done?” She sobbed.
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