Subject:  Dragon's Lair........Chapter 16 ( tinsy bit angsty. ) |
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Date Posted: 08:29:56 05/17/01 Thu
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Lissette
's message, "Sorry for not posting.........(r)" on 08:20:40 05/17/01 Thu
Here is one more chapter for you; will continue to post as often as I can until i catch up and can post simulatneously on this and Dark lady's board.
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Dragon's Lair
Chapter 16 ( Slightly angsty. )
© Copyright May 8, 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.
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Shantal stared at him, her gaze widened, her hands began to shake softly at his question. She closed her eyes and slowly dragged him toward the bed.
“I....I don’t know Michael, I’ve heard stories but nothing that would be the truth. Why do you ask?”
Michael sighed, his head ached fiercely, his body was still weak and he could barely walk. He shook his head as another dizzy spell assailed him making him gag. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and doubled over, his head almost touching the ground. His body shaking softly as he tried hard to control his reactions.
Shantal knelt beside him, her right hand gently rubbing his stomach while her left hand massaged his neck. She crooned softly into his ear as he rocked back andn forth.
“Shhh Michael, let it pass, don’t fight it, let it slowly drift off you and float away.”
Michael shuddered for several more minutes as Shantal crooned to him, he tried every trick from section he remembered and finally visualizing Nikita’s face he was
able to bring his body under control. Slowly he lifted his head and felt Shantal wipe the sweat off his face with her fingers.
Her fingers were cool against his fevered skin, she was gentle and tender. Almost like she was afraid to harm him. Lifting his head he almost cried out as a sharp pain shot down his back. Making him shudder with renewed intensity.
“Shhh Michael, don’t fight it, just slowly allow it to slide down your body. It will go away soon.” Shantal whispered against his temple as her hands gently brushed
his sweat soaked hair off his brow.
He gazed into her dark eyes, feeling something close to kinship. A small bond had been created between them, something that was deeper than love, or friendship. It
was like they had always known each other, from one life to the next. A special, gentle bond that brought them close, made them understand each other perfectly and answered each others questions silently. Taking a deep breath he swallowed hard and forced his legs to slowly stretch, his hand grabbed the bed curtains. He smiled as Shantal wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and gently nudged
her shoulder under him, allowing him to lift himself and gather his balance better.
A soft smile softly lifted the corners of his lips, he leaned heavily on Shantal as she helped him to climb into the silk covered bed. Taking her hand he gently tugged
her to sit beside him.
“Tell me what you know about me please.” He softly asked.
Shantal nodded and taking his hand she gently brushed her fingers over his palm.
“I don’t know much about you, but well.......I’ve been told you were cold, uncaring and unemotional. That you had no soul or heart.” Shaking her head she placed a kiss on Michael’s knuckles. “I don’t believe that, I have not seen anything to make me believe those lies.”
Michael nodded slowly. “Who told you?”
Shantal grinned. “Several people, Karen and Andrea spoke a lot about you since they arrived, we would spend our afternoons talking about children, the harem and so many trivial things. You know there was another girl, dark skinned, she seemed to know Karen quite well, but she disappeared soon after arriving. No one knew her name or where she was taken to.” Shrugging she gently brushed her fingers across his stubble covered chin. “I’ve heard conversations when I was not supposed to, I learned a lot about you from those.”
Michael sighed softly. “Who spoke about me?” He asked frowning.
Shantal frowned also. Looking deeply into Michael’s Jade green eyes she tried to decipher why he asked so many questions.
Shaking her head she stood. “I think you need to rest Michael, we have a lot of things to talk about but-“ she placed her fingers on Michael’s lips as he opened his
mouth to deny his tired state. “You need to rest, relax. How about a nice massage? With oriental oils? It will relax you and maybe help you sleep better.”
Michael stared deeply into her eyes, seeking the reasons why she avoided his questions so often. Deciding he did need to relax he slowly nodded and turned onto his stomach. Laying his head on the soft black silk pillow he softly whispered, his words muffled by the pillows but still understood. “Fine, but you must tell me more while you give me this massage deal?”
Shantal smiled. “Deal.” She stated before walking toward her armoire and slowly opening the doors, a soft rose and sandalwood scent drifted out and Michael deepened his breathing, inhaling the gentle scent. “It smells like her hair, her skin. This is Shantal’s scent, the scent of Egypt.” He smiled at his whimsy thoughts. Shaking his head softly he tried to hide the soft smile that played upon his Gerber baby mouth. “Michael such nonsense, you are a prisoner, can barely keep your thoughts straight, can’t walk and you’re thinking about a woman’s scent? Control yourself before you lose it completely!” He growled at himself.
Shantal slowly dripped a few drops of the cashmere, rose and sandalwood oil onto her hands, slowly she rubbed the oil to heat it between her palms, making the scent drift up and surround them. Slowly she knelt on the bed beside him and frowned as her keen eyesight noticed the light striations across his back and buttocks. Her fingers gently traced the light scars wondering where they came from. “Did they whip you Michael? What the hell did they do to you?” She thought as her fingers gently traced a particular deep scar.
Michael shivered and frowned. Slowly his memory reminded him of the scars that covered his back and he tried to turn away, A sharp pain stopped him. “You said a massage.” He grunted as the pain slowly ebbed. He laid on his side, a
frown of pain still etched across his pale brow.
Shantal lowered her gaze to the floor, crimson splashed across her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just never have seen such scars.” She lied trying to hide her nervousness.
Michael nodded. “They were done long ago, almost forgotten.” He shrugged hissing as the pain in his back crept lower.
Shantal gently pushed him to lay down on his stomach once again. As Michael rested his cheek upon the pillow she gently placed her hands on his shoulders and began to softly massage the pain away.
“Tell me please.” He whispered.
Shantal sighed, nodding she took a deep breath for courage and spoke. “I heard several people speak about you, our queen Rahine, her sister, a man that she enjoys, several other people also.” She stopped and dripped more oil into her palms, rubbing the silky oil into Michael’s skin was becoming torture. She could feel the wetness covering her nether region as her hands drifted lower, his grunt of pleasure made her blush.
“What...else?” His voice softer still, almost dreamy.
Her fingers gently rubbed across the scars, shuddering with empathy she closed her eyes trying to gather her thoughts around her again. Shaking her head as the pain he must have experienced rushed through her she quickly jumped off the bed.
“I don’t know Michael, I’m sorry.” She said.
Michael quickly reached out and clasped his hand around her wrist, his body protested such swift movements and he groaned softly. “The scars bother you?” He asked self conscious.
Shantal took a seat beside him, she gently wrapped her fingers around his hand.
“It scares me to see the pain you’ve been through, I’ve heard stories......but I never believed them until now.” Shaking her head she stood trying to get away.
Michael reached out, hissing as his back convulsed in painful spasms.
“What did.... they do...... to.... me?” He gasped softly.
Shantal knelt beside him as he doubled over trying to ease the pain. “I don’t know Michael, maybe Rahine played too rough, or you lost control in your fevered state and went wild?”
Michael lifted his confused gaze to meet hers. “She used me?”
Shantal lowered her head, allowing the soft strands of her hair to make a soft curtain that hid her face from his view. “Yes, I think she did.”
Michael gasped softly, he could remember nothing, his last memory was of kissing Nikita goodbye, before he left on the-“ His gaze drifted to her face and he gently clasped her chin with his fingers, slowly forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
“I was on a mission when I was grabbed right? In the Ashantari Laboratories?”
Shantal nodded. “Yes a trap set up for you. Rahine was told by her sister to do it, Before Rahine's sister died." shaking her head she gently chuckled. "I doubt she could come up with anything remotely intelligent."
She smiled as Michael chuckled beside her. the movement hurting his back. "Rahine was very angry when she heard her sister was dead, she ordered every man she owns to find you and bring you to her.” Pulling away from him she stood and walked toward the garden. Stepping through the doors Michael barely heard her next words.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered as she slowly exited the room.
Michael laid prone on his side, his body doubled over into a fetal position, his heart racing as his memories slowly returned full force. Shantal made him remember the pain of his first two years inside section. He had rebelled and lost, Madeline and Jürgen had beat his soul into submission. The whippings and beatings had lasted several months. but the emotional and psychological torture lasted even longer.
“Training my arse!” He whispered as the memories invaded his mind. He could almost feel the first lashes across his back, he had been tied to a post, disrobed naked, several of the recruits had been forced to watch, his gentle Simone had been one of them, several months more advanced
than he had been. He shuddered as the memories of those painful whippings flashed into his mind.
“No....please no more!” He whimpered, more than one hour later as the pain became unbearable. his mind refused to hide anymore, the pain that he had hidden so deeply was slowly eating away at his soul and was refusing his attempt at gathering his control as an armor.
Shantal shuddered as the sound of Michael’s pleading reached her. She slowly stood and brushed the rose petals off her skirt and into her hands. Slowly she returned to Michael’s side.
Kneeling beside him she gently brushed the petals over his temples and cheeks, making him smile as the soft petals tickled him.
“Tell me about it Michael, please, it might help to talk. You’ve hidden so many things so deep, you need to allow yourself to speak about them or they will eat you alive.” Shantal whispered into his ear as she kissed his neck softly.
Michael shuddered as she spoke his thoughts. "Can she read minds too?" He asked himself silently. slowly he nodded, inhaling sharply he tried to lift his head, but the pain became excruciating and his head flopped back on the bed. He smiled as Shantal’s hands began to gently massage his scalp, neck and shoulders.
Slowly he began to relax. The pain receding. “The first whipping took place four months after I arrived in prison. The guards thought I was weak and tried to rape me, but I fought back and they made me pay.” He shivered softly.
Shantal closed her eyes and gently helped him to lay back on his stomach on the bed. “Then? Did you stay in prison long?”
Michael nodded. “I was in prison for almost four years before section deemed me worthy of recruiting. I was barely 24 years old when I fell asleep one night on my
cold cot and woke up strapped to a Gurney inside a cold, sterile, white room. That’s when she appeared. My trainer. She spoke to me about section and me being chosen, when she unstrapped me I jumped away from her, crouching in a corner, your hair covering your face and fear making you shake all over is not the impression you should give when Madeline meets you.” He chuckled softly.
“She tried everything, from beatings to seduction but nothing worked, that’s when she decided that a whipping would be good.”
After several minutes of silence, Shantal leaned over and brushed the curls off his face. Noticing the smile playing softly on his lips she gently continued her ministrations.
“Then what happened Michael?”
Michael sighed. “She got tired of whipping, beating and generally trying to force me to obey. I had such deep scars on my back Operations almost beat her to death. He ordered medlab to care for me, and try to make the scars go away. He hissed at her. ‘ a valentine operative can not be scarred, or he will be useless. And Michael must be
trained as a valentine.’“ Michael shuddered as he spoke those words.
Shantal brushed her fingers down his cheek, offering him her comfort. “What’s a valentine operative?”
Michael frowned deeply. “A simple whore.” He stated unemotionally.
Shantal sniffed at the self deprecation in his voice. “But you’re not a whore Michael, you love your wife and....” She stopped and quickly stood.
Michael lifted his head, his gaze penetrating her soul. “And what? Please Shantal.”
Shantal nodded, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Turning she knelt beside the bed, her face pressed against his cheek.
“You asked me if you had children.” taking a deep breath she smiled and nodded. “Yes you have a son and a daughter on the way.”
Michael smiled tenderly. “Tell me about them.”
A loud knock was heard making Shantal and Michael jump. Shantal stood and quickly crossed the room. Opening the doors she gasped as Faroush stood across the threshold, his arms crossed and his face deep red in anger.
“What’s wrong Faroush?”
Faroush took one look inside the room and sighed. Taking her hand he dragged her into the hallway. “Jamil wants to see you, ten minutes, he ordered the turquoise silk.”
Shantal nodded. “In the gardens?”
Faroush nodded. “Yes his secret garden, ten minutes.”
Shantal nodded and closed the door. Turning to gaze at Michael she sighed deeply. “I have to go Michael, My king wants to see me.” She knelt beside Michael and gently brushed her fingers down his cheek.
“I will return as soon as possible. Please try to rest.” She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his temple.
Michael held her hand gently and brought it to his lips. “Merci Shantal.” He whispered as he closed his eyes tightly.
Shantal turned and rushed to dress. As soon as she was finished she stepped back into the room and gently kissed Michael’s head. Smiling as Michael nuzzled the pillows and sighed.
In his deeply relaxed state, his mind began to remind him of certain special events in his life prior to being brought to Egypt.
He smiled as his mind replayed the last night he had spent with Nikita, his hands gently rubbing her protruding abdomen. His lips nuzzling and kissing her sensitive neck. He sighed as Adam strayed into his mind. His son, the most precious part of his life had almost been lost when Elena died. His young son had been in the hospital for three weeks before his body slowly recovered. Adam was now almost eight years old, and as active as before. He smiled at the memory of Adam’s dark hands splayed gently across Nikita’s belly, his lips gently kissing his sister.
Michael closed his eyes as a sharp pain caused his chest to constrict. “Nikita....” He whispered as he nuzzled the pillows.
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More Chapters soon. **Wink.**
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